Thomas Benton - Daddy's own sweets

Judy's knees bent and she spurred her father into her, digging her heels into his back. Her fingers clutching the edge of the pool, the muscles of her slender arms tensing, she braced herself against her father's hard thrusts. From time to time her face would sink below the surface and she would expel a blast of air and spray. Jerry slid his hands up over his daughter's small tits and squeezed her sharp, dark nipples as he ravished her. Jamming his cock into her with quick, sharp jabs, he pinched and twisted her tits. His fingers squeezed the soft mounds of her breasts inward and upward. Judy writhed in his grasp, obviously enjoying the cruel stimulation. “Oh, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Oh, I'm coming, Daddy. Oh, God! I'm coming. Oh, Daddy!

Ooooh, DADDY!” His phallus completely sunk in her, Jerry waited.

A series of convulsions knotted her torso and a delicate pink flush spread up from where her groin was locked to her father's, blossomed out to embrace her tormented breasts. Her face sank below the surface and water poured into her orgasmically gaping mouth. Jerry immediately moved one hand to the back of her head and lifted her face out of the water. He waited until his daughter's orgasm had faded, then began pumping his prick in her vagina again, more quickly and sharply now. The water churned around them as he powered his big, mature phallus into her eager but immature cunt. He leaned forward over her and stared down into the tossing waves so he could watch his penis pounding into her. Then he jarred into her hard. Harry tensed as he watched Jerry come, spurt semen into his daughter's cunt. Judy quivered in the throes of another orgasm, one brought on by her father spurting into her tight hole. Letting go of the edge of the pool, she clutched her father's powerful biceps, trusting him, even in the midst of his orgasmic delirium, to keep her from drowning. When the orgasms faded at last and Judy drifted off her father's shriveling phallus, Harry had to force himself to uncurl his aching fingers from the pool edge. He pitched off into the cool water, submerged and pushed off. He had to get away from there. His cock bobbed and flapped like a truncheon as the water pushed its bulk around. A few strokes carried him to the other side of the pool. He lifted his head, stared across the deck, and saw Tommy Patterson sinking his lean prick into his mother's mature pussy. Her legs bent, her toes curled into the neatly clipped grass, Sue was heaving her hips up in total abandonment. “Mother-fucker,” Harry groaned, frustrated beyond belief. Then he realized how apt the phrase was, and how totally uninsulting in this case. Tommy Patterson was, indeed, a mother-fucker, and a damn skillful one at that. His arms under his mother's shoulders, his slender, muscled torso pressing against her, mashing her breasts flat, he drove his cock into her gaping crotch with swift, sure drives of his lean hips. His toes digging into the lawn for traction, he pounded into her with youthful abandon.

Harry couldn't tear his eyes off them. He watched Tommy bounce in the cradle of his mother's thighs. He pounded into her pussy with an erotic, slapping noise. She was clutching his back. Her fingernails were leaving red welts on his smooth, tanned skin. When Sue started to come, she sank her teeth into her son's shoulder and held on desperately. Her body, arched and strained, heaving him up off the ground. He slammed his cock into her one more time and then held on.

His hips twisted slowly from side to side as he pumped his creamy load into her spasming hole. Then the two of them slumped down on the lawn in a boneless heap. The only movement of their perspiration-slick bodies was their panting. Harry's cock nuzzled the unyielding wall of the pool, seeking an opening, any opening. His elbows hooked over the edge of the pool, he stared at the interlocked bodies ten feet from him. “He really gave it to her, huh?” Jerry commented, gliding up on one side of Harry. Harry nodded. “Hi,” Judy said, coming up on the other side of him. “Hi.” He was beginning to wish he hadn't come along. What the hell did they need him for when they had each other? After giving his mother a tender kiss, Tommy pulled away from her. His cock slipped out of her pussy and drooped over his drained testicles. Sitting back on the grass, he inspected the hickey his mother had given him. “You look like you've been had,” Jerry called to his wife. Sue rolled her head on the grass, and looked over at the pool. “Have I ever. You, too?”

“Us, too,” Judy answered. “Daddy did me.”

“What about Harry?” Sue asked. “Has anybody taken care of him yet?” “Not yet,” Jerry answered. “Is he ready?” she asked.

Suddenly, Harry felt his rigid prick being tested and looked down. Judy's small hand was around it. “Is he ever,” she reported. “I think maybe he's frustrated. He watched Daddy and me, and then he came over here and watched you and Tommy.” “My God, poor man must be ready to burst,” Sue observed. “What the hell are you just soaking there in the pool for, anyway, Harry?” “I didn't think…” Harry started. “Don't hang around here, man,” Jerry urged. “Go get her.” “What do you want, an engraved invitation?”

Judy teased. Harry was urged out of the pool by four hands on his buttocks, then propelled across the grass toward Sue. She was sprawled on the grass a few feet in front of him. She bent one leg invitingly.

Her body was shining with sweat. Her pubic bush was tangled and matted from her recent screwing. The inner lips, still pink, glistening and aroused, protruded from between her outer labia. Harry felt everyone's eyes on him. Judy and her father were watching from the pool. Tommy was about two feet away on the grass. Under the concentrated family stare, Harry began to lose his erection. Then Sue fingered her pussy with abandoned eroticism, and nothing else existed but that gleaming target. The blood surged back into the chambers of his penis and it sprang upward more hungrily than ever. He stepped between Sue's spread legs and stared down at her. She parted her pussy lips with her fingers and touched the aroused pearly button of her clit. He could see the flushing opening of her vagina, could almost feel it around his cock. He sank to his knees, down onto the soft grass. Leaning forward, he grasped the base of his phallus and tipped it down, aimed it into the pink heart of her black bush. Lowering himself, he nested the head of his cock in her petaled opening. He felt his penis ooze hotly from that first searing touch. With a slight wriggle, he seated the glans in the entrance of Sue's cunt, then let go of it so he could brace himself up with both hands. He looked down between them to where his cock burrowed into her hot hole.

Then, while her husband, son and daughter all watched, Harry bored into her hot, velvety, clinging vagina. The first slippery, hot embrace of her tunnel was almost enough to set him off. When he had the full bulk of his organ sunk in her, he stopped to let the preliminary twitchings in his groin fade away. Then he drew his penis out and thrust it back in. He felt his lust boil higher than ever.

“Don't worry about me,” Sue told him. “I've come once already.”

Harry grinned tightly at her. “If you think I'm going to do less than my host with your whole damn family looking on, you're crazy.”

Sue laughed and looked around-first at her husband and daughter, then over at the son, whose come was still in her vagina. “Quite an audience,” she observed. “You don't seem to find it inhibiting.”

Harry shook his head. “I did for a minute there. But I'm so hot now, and you're so damned sexy, I don't think I'd lose it even if we were in the middle of Yankee Stadium.” “Flatterer.” Harry pumped his cock in her steamy, delectable hole. “Is that flattery?”