Donna Allen: The family outing

She somehow forced him to roll over so that she was now on top of him. Impaled on his cock, she crouched forward and began bouncing up and down on his rigid prick.

"Oh, yeah!" she trilled. "Oh, yeah, I've got it all now! I've got your prick all the way inside me! Oh, Jesus, Dustin – is it good for you, too?"

"Shit, yeah!" he croaked.

Her big tits jiggled over his face. His hands clutched her asscheeks and his fingers played with her asshole.

"Oh yes, do that!" she cried. "Play with my ass! I like that!"

She groaned each time she slammed her cunt down to take his cock all the way to his balls. Her cunthole sucked at his throbbing fuck meat.

Slipping a hand down to her cunt, she frantically rubbed her clit as she moved up and down on his rigid cock.

Giggling now, she straightened up and turned completely around so that she could fuck him with her back to his face. She leaned forward, balancing herself on her hands, and once again began pumping her cunt up and down his hard fuckpole.

"Oh, Christ!" he groaned.

He gazed at her wobbling asscheeks. His hands reached forward to grab her tits. She rocked and bounced, her cuntmouth sucking on his prick.

She moaned as he pinched her nipples. "Play with my titties! That's the way!"

Supporting herself on one hand, she reached underneath to grab his bloated balls. She rode his cock, mewling and wailing, bouncing up and down like a wild woman.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried. "Isn't it great! Isn't it wonderful!"

His cockmeat filled her cunt. His cockshaft reamed her fuck-channel and rubbed against her clit. She moaned as she bounced up and down, thrilling at the way his rampant prick stretched her slippery cuntlips.

Sitting up straight, her head thrown back, she grabbed her tits and fucked her nipples. Dustin squeezed her asscheeks, his eyes fixed on the sight of his thick cock skewering her fuckhole.

Once again she changed positions, unseating herself and quickly crouching on her hands and knees. She looked back at Dustin over her shoulder.

"Fuck me this way!" she hissed. "Stick it in from behind!"

His eyes wild with a frenzied lust, the boy hurried to crouch behind her. He fondled her ass. He gazed down at her gaping cunthole and leaned forward to squeeze her hanging tits.

"I got your cherry, Dustin!" she giggled.

"Huh?"

"I got your cherry! No more virgin, Dustin! You're a man now!"

Resting her head and shoulders on the grass, Melanie reached back to pull her asscheeks apart.

"Stick your prick in there!" she hissed. "Get your cock in there! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Jesus Christ!" he grunted.

He feasted his eyes on her asshole. Fisting his cockshaft, he ran his cockhead up and down between her wet cuntlips.

"There!" she wailed.

He suddenly found the mouth of her cunthole and rammed forward. His thick cock slammed into her dripping pussy. She gasped and tossed her head from side to side on the grass. His hands clutched her asscheeks as he began pumping his prick in and out of her grasping fuckhole.

"Cave it to me!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm almost there! I'm gonna come soon! Oh, Jesus, yes! Yes! That's the way! Rub your cock there! Against my clit! Yes, there! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!"

His hands clutching her firm fleshy hips, the boy plunged his cock in and out of her grabbing fuckhole.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "Here it comes! Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

Melanie cried out, her cunt spasming on his prick, as he shot blast after blast of thick, hot jism into her hungry pussy.

"Uuunnnggghhh!" he bellowed.

She quivered and wailed, gyrating her hips, her clasping cunt draining his balls.

When it was over, they fell down on the grass and slept in each other's arms.

Angie was determined to seduce her new stepfather. She was unable to resist the urge to get Daddy Joe to fuck her. As the days passed she became more and more frustrated, obsessed with the idea.

Then one afternoon they were alone at last. Grace, Melanie and Dustin were in town and not expected to return until late. Joe was in the living room, drinking beer, resting up after a morning of fishing.

Angie prepared herself carefully. She put on the skimpiest bikini she owned and wiggled into the living room to begin her campaign on Joe.

The interest in his eyes was obvious. He ogled her body, sipping his beer and smiling.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Daddy Joe?"

Angie said.

Joe chuckled. "You're a knockout!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

She sat beside him on the living room sofa, batting her eyelashes and smiling, questioning him about fishing.

Joe was no fool. He knew that she was flirting with him and he didn't seem to mind at all. As he stared at her tits, she felt herself getting hot.

"Did you catch anything, Daddy Joe?" she purred.

"Not much, honey," he grunted.

She felt the cuntjuice flowing out of her pussy and wetting the tiny crotch of her bikini. She wondered if he could see the stain.

She trembled as she smiled at him. Her nipples tingled and her legs quivered. She sat with one leg up on the sofa, thighs open to expose her crotch.

"Do you think it's important for people to have good sex?" she asked.

Joe had already finished one six-pack of beer and he was a little bleary-eyed.

"Sure," he nodded. "Good sex is real important."

"Do you have good sex with my mother?"

"We sure do," he chuckled.

"You don't mind me asking you about it, do you?"

He stared openly at her full tits, his eyes fixed to the swell of her boobs only thinly covered by her skimpy bikini.

"No, of course not," he said.

"The boys I know are all too inexperienced," Angie pouted. "I really like older men."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Men like you."

"Well, that's nice to hear," Joe chuckled. Angie smiled. "Sometimes I'm a little jealous of my mother!"

"Jealous of your mother?"

She squirmed on the sofa, doing her best to turn him on. She tossed her thick, dark hair around, licking her lips seductively and lowering her lashes.

Her thighs rubbed against his. They continued talking and at one point she dropped her hand against his thigh and lightly trailed her fingers up and down his hard muscles.

"You shouldn't be jealous of your mother," he said. "You'll be just as sexy when you grow up."

She folded up her leg to expose her crotch further, and then unfolded it and crossed her ankles.

"I'm nineteen, Joe," she said. "I'm grown up now!"

Joe drained a can of beer and started another, his eyes staring at her body as she squirmed and purred beside him.

"Yes, that's a fact," he mused. "You certainly are grown up."

Angie had a sudden fantasy of having her pussy sucked. The memory of Joe and Grace doing sixty-nine made her cunt quiver.

"You've got plenty of time to think about sex," he said.

Angie looked at Joe's mouth. She imagined his tongue pushing in and out of her pussy. Her cunt moistened and gushed cuntjuice at the thought.

Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together as her heart pounded and her clit quivered with excitement.

"Do you think oral sex is good, Daddy Joe?"

"Jesus!" he grunted. "You really do ask questions, don't you?"

"Well, I'm not a child, you know."

He gazed down at her crotch now. She had her legs wide open, and she was conscious of how her cunt-mound bulged through the thin material of her bikini.

"You certainly aren't."

"Do you do it with my mother?"

A deep flush came to his face. "You shouldn't ask me about your mother and me."

"Why not. Sex is natural and normal. Why can't I ask you about what's natural and normal?"

"Yeah," he said hoarsely.

Angie giggled. "I knew it! Don't be embarrassed, Daddy Joe!"