Jason Cannon - Hottest family

"Wanna see my dick, little girl?" Randy Mitchell grinned at the luscious dark and dusky piece of sweet ass who sat next to him, purring like a sleek kitten in the front seat of his van.

"Hardly!" Lisa Darnell said in mock outrage, raising her lovely eyebrows and crossing her lithe and silken legs. "At least not yet," she added with a cock-stiffening smile.

Lisa's seductive little smile could stiffen a cock any day, as Randy knew from painful experience. The day was rare when a knowing glance from the hot little bitch failed to send Randy's eager young

dick shooting into erection inside his tight pants. Lisa was a torment for all the guys at Woodrow Wilson High, and she knew it, knew it and made the most of it.

Lisa was the classic cock-tease, never allowing a guy to go all the way with her and apparently enjoying his sexual suffering. Randy had gathered from the stories his buddies had told him that little Lisa was still a virgin, having turned back all attempts to enter her tight little cunt. The local guys had been working on her ever since junior high school, but to no avail. Nobody dared take her by force since she was the sheriff's daughter, and besides, most of the local guys considered force a bad scene. And. so Lisa had remained chaste, the only fuckable virgin left in the senior class at graduation time. Randy was determined to change her ways.

Randy had had considerable experience in getting into the well-filled pants of other cock-teases, and his successes,with hard cases were legend. At the tender age of eighteen he had deflowered more chicks than any of the other studs at Woodrow Wilson. In fact, Randy was known to be the super-stud of Ferrisville, Indiana. Lisa knew of his reputation.

It wasn't that Randy had any strange compulsion to deflower virgins. But fucking was such great fun, and virgins seemed to enjoy fucking the first few times a lot more than the chicks who had had it stuck to them since they were eighteen. And besides, Randy liked girls a whole lot, not only as objects of sexual attention but also as people. It

sure was a damn shame to let girls deprive themselves of the joys of hot fucking merely because of some stupid prohibition against spreading their legs for a guy. And so young Randy considered his cherry-picking activities a kind of community service, and most of the chicks whose cherries he had picked seemed to agree with him. Once the local girls learned a few things they really loved to ball. But Lisa was a bit different.

Lisa seemed to know all about fucking already, even though Randy knew for sure that she hadn't done any actual flesh and blood screwing. He had been sizing her up for two years, watching how she reacted to his buddies, watching the little tricks she used to turn the guys on. He had watched her look at guys out of the corner of her eye and make them writhe in their seats at school even with a sidelong glance. And he had seen the devastating effect on his pals when she looked them right in the eye and said something dirty, and said it with the lewd look of a hot-fucking cunt. She had had guys jacking off right and left ever since her wildly exciting body had begun to take on the soft contours of femininity. And what contours they were!

Lisa was tall and slender, not actually busty like Jean Penderson or Billie Withers, the two loosest chicks in school. Randy liked girls with big tits, liked to squeeze those big bulging knockers until the girl went wild inside, liked to suck those sweet breasts until the nipples grew hard and tingled with excitement. But luscious Lisa's tits were not particularly huge like Jean's or Billie's. Lisa tits

were soft-looking and smallish, and yet she was far more seductive and desirable than any of the big-bosomed chicks around town. All the guys were dying to hold those softly swelling tits in their hands, dying to suck those pert little breasts, dying to bite them gently while Lisa mewled softly in the heat of her passion. A few of the guys had actually managed to bare her tits, or so they bragged. But that was as far as she had allowed any of them to go with their petting. A few hard-won kisses, a few harder-won feels of leg or tit, a few even harder-won strokes on a guy's cock and the

night was over, as far as Lisa was concerned. It wasn't at all unusual to hear tires squealing in front of Lisa's house when her hard and horny date for the night peeled out in anger and disgust, having been left unfulfilled by the sexy little bitch.

Randy's glittering blue eyes roved over Lisa's dark legs, drinking in. her perfection. And what perfection! Lisa's mother was a full-blooded Cherokee, a long tall drink of sensuality. She had passed along her dark features to her daughter, features which made Lisa look mysterious and smooth beyond belief. Her body moved with catlike grace, with a fluidity that defied description. She could have been a model or an actress, a goddess beyond approach. But she was sitting right there next to Randy, within touching distance. The more he thought about her the more aloof she seemed, and the more desirable.

Even sitting in the front seat of the van he had outfitted strictly for fucking, she looked cool and aloof. It was as if she were the embodiment of

controlled sensuality. It was as if that sensuality were lying in wait like an animal, waiting to devour any male who strayed into her trap, and yet refusing to spring the trap, creating an unbearable tension that made Randy's nuts ache. She knew that Randy was undressing her with his eyes, and he knew that she knew. But still she sat there as if in church, as if fucking were the farthest thing from her mind. It was enough to drive a guy up the fucking wall! And then it struck him. He suddenly knew what it was about her that was driving hint wild inside. The sudden realization left him stunned.

She reminded him of Sherry, his kid sister! He had to look away from her for a moment or two, his embarrassment was so overpowering. Sherry had the same coolness, the same aloofness, and the same crotch-grabbing beauty. She was tall and slender like Lisa, although her features were lighter, her complexion translucent pink. Sherry moved with the same catlike grace, smiled with one same knowing smile at times, and had about her the same air of mystery.

Sherry was a year younger than Randy and Lisa, although she seemed to know more about life at eighteen than Randy did. It was Lisa's air of secrecy and incredible coolness that turned Randy

on. He had to admit to himself now that his kid sister's similar attitude toward him had been having a powerful but strangely unnoticed effect on his active libido. Perhaps it really wasn't Lisa that he wanted to fuck after all. Perhaps it was Sherry's tight blonde cunt that he secretly longed to sink

his eighteen-year-old cock into. He honestly didn't know what his true feelings were now. It was the first time since his initial exploration of sex at eighteen that he felt confused and uncertain of himself, and his confusion was a terrible embarrassment. He wondered how he could keep his cool with Lisa with visions of his sister flashing through his horny mind.

As free-thinking as Randy was about sex, incest was still taboo. He couldn't possibly be hot for Sherry! It was dirty, dirty and dangerous for both of them. But how could he deny the dizzying reality of the emotions that surged within him as he sat there so near this luscious girl who reminded him so strangely of his own sister? It would be like fucking Sherry now!

Randy dared not even touch Lisa now, not so much because she might divine the incestuous thoughts that raced through his mind-nobody could suspect him of such thoughts-but because merely touching her might bring on even more wild and taboo thoughts, more disturbingly exciting images of his lovely sister, more of the incredible sex-visions that she was beginning to inspire in him.