Mark Carver - Family with the hots

"Oh yes honey, oh baby daughter, suck!"

Mark grunted. Christ, even his own wife had never shown this much imagination in a simple blowjob. Mark clutched his daughter's head in his hands and dug his heels gently into her shoulders, starting to jerk his hips in time to her ravenous sucking.

The mere idea of fucking his own daughter in her hot little mouth triggered a fantastic new excitement in Mark. She was jerking him off lustfully with both of her warm fists while she nibbled hungrily on his searing meat, moans of wanton delight coming from her throat.

The girl felt an incredible excite meat as her father's massive hot meat plunged in and out of her mouth. She'd petted with boys before, and had even let a few of them touch her tits, which pleased her. But now, having passionate sex with her own handsome father, Marsha's virgin glands were exploding with lewd fire. As her father's hot prick leaped and quivered in her mouth, she jerked him off as rapidly as she could. She knew his come was going to burst any moment and she was dying to taste and gulp it down. On instinct, Marsha reached one hand down to his huge, swollen balls and gently squeezed.

"Christ, yes!" Mark groaned. "Gonna come, baby! Mmmmm! Suck harder, harder, aaaaaaah…"

It was impossible for him to hold his load back any longer. The fiery pressure of her madly sucking hot mouth and eagerly jerking fingers quickly made his load boil over. He began spurting his jism in great gushes in his daughter's mouth, battering her throat with his long rod.

Deep moans of lewd delight came from Marsha's throat as the stinging hot flood engulfed her mouth. She swallowed the salty come as fast as she could, and still more came, in dwindling spurts. The girl whimpered in disappointment as his huge cock finally deflated, and the burning torrent became a mere trickle.

It was the wildest blow-job Mark had ever had. He knew most of the intensity was because it was his on luscious daughter, but even as a cherry she was showing terrific promise.

And because she was refusing to release his limp rod from her mouth, still tonguing and sucking on it, he began to quickly grow stiff again. She'd be even sexier than his wife when she grew up, he realized. Now it was time to take her hot little cherry.

Mark pushed her gently back down on the shag rug. Her young tits were heaving wildly and she'd already drawn up her knees and spread her legs wide, waiting.

"It'll only hurt for a minute," he promised her. "Then you'll love it, baby."

"Oh, Daddy, I don't care it you hurt me – just fuck me!"

Gently, Mark guided the massive head of his thick rod just inside her juicy cunt-lips. Marsha jerked her hips up impatiently and then suddenly wailed in pain.

"Easy," he cautioned his daughter. "Let me do it, honey."

He carefully began pumping his mammoth dick inside her incredibly tight, hot cunt. Each, time he eased another half inch inside, Marsha groaned loudly and clawed her sharp nails across his back. God, what luscious cunt! She was even tighter and hotter than his neighbor's daughter, Julie, and far more passionate. His daughter was biting his lips in a frenzy of lustful happiness now, raising her legs and locking them behind his back.

"Oh, Daddy it's – oooooooo! It's wild! Oh Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, I'm so – unnnnnnnngh! So happy!"

Mark was placing only half his massive burning rod inside her cherry now, and already Marsha was softly screaming with excitement. Her hot little tits dug furiously against his chest and her soft hips thrashed madly in response to his pounding prick.

For Marsha, the first fuck of her life was intensely thrilling, especially because it was her own father. Her tight pussy was gorged to bursting and each time he slid back and forth with his thick meat, fantastic ripples of excitement shuddered through her young loins.

"Ooooooo Daddy, it's wonderful, wonderful! Aaaaaaah! Oh, fuck me harder, Daddy, Harder – Unnnnnnnngh!"

In spite of his caution, her juicy little cunt was so delicious beneath his pumping rod, Mark began to fuck her harder and faster. There were a few yelps of pain but he was unable to control himself as be plunged deeper. It was the best cunt he'd ever had in his lift, juicy, luscious, on fire with passion. Normally able to control himself almost indefinitely, Mark felt his rocks begin to burst.

"Gonna come, baby daughter," he gasped. Wanton moans came from his wildly thrashing daughter as she bit him with animal frenzy on, his shoulder. "gonna come, honey! Christ what cunt! Oh Jesus, that's good! Aaaaaaagh!"

Not even two-thirds of his prick was piercing her silken hot slit, but already he'd started spurting. Marsha hugged him fiercely and flexed her pussy on his stroking rod in a fury of lewdness. She dug her heels into his back and swung her hips with maddening delight. The boiling juice was stinging her hot cunt in thrilling waves of excitement, flooding her narrow pussy to where her muffled screams became sheer raves of depraved happiness.

When Mark stopped coming, Marsha continued to moan and squeeze her juicy slit on his limp rod, begging for more.

"Oh Daddy, I loved it!" she sobbed, clawing his back. "Do it to me again, please, please, I want more!"

And again, irresistibly, Mark's long prick was getting rock-hard. Jesus, he hadn't been this good to his wife in years. But his daughter could get him up in seconds, any time she wanted to. And Mark knew what he really wanted, had craved ever since he'd spanked her tawny plump ass.

"I'll do it to you again," he murmured in her ear. "But the way I'm going to do it might hurt, Marsha."

"Then hurt me!" she implored, grinding her soaked pussy to his turgid cock. "Do whatever you want to me, Daddy!"

"Turn over," he ordered her harshly.

Eagerly, Marsha turned on her belly on the rug. For a few moments, her father caressed and fondle her tawny ass-cheeks. She had the loveliest ass he'd ever seen, plump, silky, perfectly round, each cheek a mound of satiny perfection.

"Fold your knees under you, baby," he told her. The girl did as she was told, and now her luscious ass hovered in the air, a soft golden invitation. Mark knelt upright between her lush mounds. First, he dipped two fingers into her juicy cunt and spread her soaking fluid over them. Then he rubbed her pussy-juices over the knob of his fleshy rod. No doubt his daughter expected to be fucked dog-style, but she was in for the surprise of her life.

Mark placed his throbbing dick-head squarely against her tiny puckered asshole. Then he firmly gripped an ass-cheek in each hand and spread them wide.

"Daddy, what are you – Daddy? Why are you – Aaaaaaagh! Eeeeeee, God it's – unf! Killing me, no, no!"

He'd plunged his huge burning shaft into her helpless little asshole in one savage thrust. The steaming, narrow tunnel shuddered fiercely on his long cock, as Marsha tried to wrench free. But he held her soft hips powerfully in his hands, and began to drive his rod in and out of her vulnerable asshole. Marsha hadn't the faintest idea this sort of agony existed. It was as though someone had rammed a gigantic blazing poker up her tender asshole. It was so painful she couldn't even scream, much less catch her breath. She fought for air in gasps as her father began brutally fucking her in her silken ass, loud groans of lust coming from his throat.

"Oh, baby daughter," he grunted. "Oh, honey, that'sgood! It'll stop hurting – aaaaaah! – in a minute. Don't fight it! Mmmmmmmm! God, what an ass!"

He continued to ram his blazing cock in and out. Her burning bowels steamed and flooded her tiny tunnel, playing with her golden quivered on his driving rod, and she helplessly pounded her fists on the rug beneath her to vent her fierce anguish. And yet, in spite of the white hot torture cramming her helpless anus, faint ripples of pleasure were shooting through her loins now.