Jason Cannon - Hottest family

"Hush, Randy baby, hush and let me see your big beautiful cock. Sandy Wright tells me you have the most beautiful cock in town," Lisa said, reaching for Randy's swelling crotch.

Lisa was in total control of Randy's emotions now. He was totally unable to resist her advances. Her advances! He had never been in such a position before, had never felt himself the pursued rather than the pursuer, and the feeling was terribly upsetting. He felt like a little boy under her. powerful feminine influence.

Randy flinched visibly when Lisa's long warm fingers fell to his lap, stroking the swollen bulge of his big nine-inch prick. Surges of excitement raced up and down the turgid shaft of his tightly-swollen dick as she fondled it, stirring his balls into a hot furor. the expression on Lisa's lovely face made him look away from her. She seemed to know what he was thinking, seemed somehow to sense the swirl of emotional confusion into which his thoughts of Sherry had thrown him. She was relentless in her sexual onslaught. He had had no idea that this cool and aloof chick could be so bold, so ball-stirring and so beautifully strange.

Lisa moved closer to Randy. He scooted away just a bit. He felt the girl's warm thigh against his, felt the heat of her radiating through the tight skirt she wore. And still her fingers moved in his lap, trailing over his bulging dick, rubbing gently on the bulge of it, moving it slightly beneath the faded

material of his Levi's. He felt his cock jerking uncontrollably, felt his hot young nuts churning between his legs as if she had sucked them into her mouth. He wanted to fuck her sure as hell, but he dared not, although he had no idea what was stopping him.

"You certainly are nervous, Randy. None of the other boys are that nervous. Something really is bothering you. Don't I turn you on, Randy? Aren't I good enough for you?" she teased.

"For Christ's sake, Lisa, you're good enough for me all right! You're good enough for any guy. But.. " he struggled.

"Am I as pretty as Sherry?" she suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Sherry!?" he gasped, his heart skipping a beat. 'What the hell?"

Randy had had no idea that Lisa even knew his sister. And now she was mentioning her name casually while she stroked his hardened cock. There was something hidden in the tone of that soft whisper, something that made his confusion even more complete. It was as if Lisa were getting at something, as if she were insinuating something with the mere tone of her satiny voice.

"Is something the matter, Randy darling?" Lisa purred, still rubbing her victim's cock with the palm of her hand. "Don't you know that Sherry and I are good friends?" she smiled.

Randy coughed nervously and looked down at his lap, watching Lisa tugging down his tightly stretched zipper with a deftness of movement that amazed him.

"Am I as pretty as your little sister?" she asked insistently, smiling at him with that peculiar knowing smile that she shared with Sherry.

"Aw for Christ's sake, Lisa, I dunno. I guess. Why the fuck are you asking that?" he said as she reached inside his tight pants.

"Does that hun?" she said in a little-girl voice when he sat bolt upright suddenly.

"No… it doesn't hurt, damn it…" Randy gasped as he felt her fingers against the tightly stretched skin of his cock-shaft.

"You don't seem to be enjoying it," she said, pressing her long, warm leg against his.

"What's this shit about Sherry?" Randy said through gritted teeth.

"I'm just curious, darling, that's all. I. just wondered how I stack up compared to your sister. She is awfully pretty, you know. Have you ever seen her with her clothes off, Randy? She's very pretty with her clothes off."

"Yeah, damn it, I've seen her with her clothes off. How the fuck could I help seeing her with her clothes off once in a goddamn while? She's my sister! What the fuck's the matter with you anyway, Lisa? Leave a guy alone will you? Cut the shit about She… " Randy whined confusedly, his voice trailing off in a sputter.

"Do you want me to leave this nice cock alone too?" Lisa smiled wickedly; wrapping her hand around the slippery juice slickened shaft of Randy's hard young cock.

"Hell no, Lisa. That feel's great. But what's this shit about Sherry? What's Sherry got to do with

us?" Randy said weakly.

"You'll find out about it all in due time, Randy dear," Lisa said mysteriously. "Aren't you going to undress me? I thought you'd have my clothes Off before you parked the van."

"Yeah," he said with a sigh.

Randy fell back limply in the front seat of his van, his long muscular legs spread wide, his aching cock arching up between them through his gaping fly. He gave up trying to understand what was happening to him, gave up trying to understand the strange relationship that seemed to exist between Lisa and his sister. And yet the, fact of that relationship filled his consciousness even as the powerful sensations of sex began to spread over him, drowning his inner confusion in a sea of lust.

He had to take the dark and seductive temptress who suddenly seemed so open to him, had to feel the warmth of her silken flesh, had to bury his throbbing cock between her long and luscious legs, had to taste the creamy flesh of her cunt, had to feel her wet- lips against the head of his hard cock. But why Was she so open to him and never to the many other young studs who had tried to fuck her? He tried desperately to control the confusion and near panic that she had stirred up within him, tried desperately to summon the courage he somehow- knew he would need to plunge into the whirlpool of hot lust that Lisa had stirred up around them both.

"Do you like my little titties?" Lisa smiled, thrusting out her chest, pulling back her slender shoulders and making the material of her silk

blouse bulge with the fullness of her pert tits.

"Oh shit, Lisa!" Randy gasped; feeling his last bit of resistance melting away in the heat of the moment. "I gotta have you!" he gasped, his hands flying to the buttons of her blouse, nearly tearing the flimsy garment open. "I gotta have you, baby! Gotta have you right now!"

"Take me, Randy! Take me now! I want you to fuck me, Randy! Yes! Fuck me hard and fast! I want you to fuck me better than… "she said, her voice faltering.

"Better than who?" Randy asked as he buried his face between her exposed tits.

"No one, darling, no one at… "she mewed softly in reply as Randy rubbed his cheeks against her silken tits.

Randy was happy that the hot-assed Lisa hadn't worn her bra that particular night. He had noticed that she usually wore a bra. In fact she always wore a bra. It seemed that she had left the troublesome and concealing garment off just for him, as if she had had every intention of letting him at least feel those fine, firm young tits. He had opened her blouse in a matter of seconds, had exposed her tits and buried his face in her hot flesh. And she hadn't made even the slightest whimper of protest. And now she was begging him to fuck her. It was almost too much to believe.

Randy licked the swelling globes of her dark-completed tits, licked her nipples too licked each in turn until they stiffened and tingled. He felt the goosepimpled. flesh of her dark little aureoles against his tongue as it encircled the

sensitive tips of her tits. Her hands in his lap still, her fingers squeezing the hard shaft of his cock, squeezing it harder and harder the more he stimulated her yielding tits. Her tit-peaks were hard against his lips as he pressed them against her warm erectile flesh. He had never seen a girl respond so powerfully to his kisses. Her entire body was beginning to seethe with excitement, her legs moving slightly against his as he moved closer and closer to her, her tits heaving as her breathing increased in rate and depth, her eyes smoldering with lust as he stared into them.