Unknown - My horny home

Jim and his family greeted Paul's family warmly. He was pleased to notice that Paul and his wife were in a gay mood. Paul had briefed Sharon on what was to take place, and she had gone along with it. Sharon, a bubbly, pretty young brunette, was in the mood for love.

Sharon's blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she eyed Jim and his handsome son with great interest. Paul had hinted that if things went according to plan, she'd be getting a crack at both of these men. Even now, she felt her pussy twitching with the suppressed expectations. If there was one thing Sharon loved more than a fuck, it was lots of fucks.

The only jarring note to the happily assembled group was Tracy. The dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty was in a pouty mood. She was barely civil when being introduced around. Her pretty face was unsmiling It was obvious she felt no enthusiasm at being there. She had argued against coming, and had been quite hateful when Paul had insisted she come.

She was dressed in a cute mini outfit. A beige-colored short skirt, a tight-fitting white blouse, and loafers. Tracy was a small, slender girl. In the cute outfit she appeared even smaller, and very virginal.

Jim felt himself getting a hard-on just looking at the pretty kid. Then, mindful of the plot he'd cooked up, he turned to Karen, and said, "How 'bout you and Tracy going to your room and getting acquainted?"

Karen nodded eagerly. She had been thoroughly briefed about things, and knew what she had to do. She knew how her new friend must feel about having a stepmother. And like her own stepmother, this girl's was also a young and very pretty one. She had seen the way Daddy's eyes had popped out at the sight of Sharon. She sighed inwardly. Men. She'd never understand them.

Slipping an arm about Tracy's slender waist, she said, "Come on, Tracy, we'll leave these adults."

She led the way up to her bedroom.

Jim glanced at his watch. A half-hour had gone by. The group in the living room had absorbed a few drinks and had chatted idly while the suspense built. He glanced at Paul.

"Ready?" he asked.

Paul wet his lips. He was nervous. He had taken quite a few drinks to screw up his courage. He stared at Sharon. She hesitated, then nodded assent. He turned to Paul.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said.

"Good. Then let's me and you go to Karen's room, and see how we make out." He felt exhilarated. He hoped Karen had managed to talk some sense into the lovely little Tracy.

Arriving at Karen's bedroom, he tapped lightly on the door, then pushed it open and stepped in, followed by Paul.

His eyes lit up in approval. The two lovely teen-agers were lying on their stomachs on Karen's queen-size bed. They both had taken showers and had their nighties on. Karen had on a very brief, see-through garment, and was nude under it. From the way she was lying on the bed, her nightie had slipped up over her cute butt. Her asscheeks were bobbing around with each movement. She had her legs spread wide and her tiny, puckered asshole was in full view, along with a wondrous glimpse of her hairy little cunt.

Lying on her tummy alongside Karen was the cute, dark-haired girl. Tracy had on a brief slip which had slid upward over her buttocks. Her asshole was clearly visible, as well as a small expanse of curly hair surrounding her pussy.

It was a sight to warm the cockles of any man's heart, even the hearts of daddies.

Jim felt his cock getting hard. He wasn't sure whether it was caused by the sight of Karen's lovely cunt, or Tracy's equally lovely pussy.

"Hi girls!" he called out, stepping to the bed and ogling. "We came to say good night."

Tracy, at the sight of them, had tried to duck for cover.

She glared at her daddy. "Okay, you ye said good night Please leave!" She groped for the bedspread, but it wouldn't budge since they were lying on it.

Karen, playing her part, sat up on the bed. She allowed her legs to spread wide apart, and her nightie to slide up over her thighs. Her pretty pussy was completely exposed to the view of the two men.

"Hi, Daddy, and Mr. Andrews!" She cut loose with a charming smile and wiggled her pussy. "I was showing Tracy some of the pictures in our photo album." She indicated the big book on the bed.

Jim sat on the bed next to her. Casually, he placed his hand on her creamy thigh and rubbed gently. With the other hand he leafed through the book.

"Did you get to the good stuff yet?" He chuckled and motioned for Paul to sit on the bed, too.

Paul sat stiffly.

Karen shook her head. "Not yet. I was explaining to Tracy how we became a loving family group." She placed her fingers over Daddy's warm hand and assisted him in stroking her thighs. She eased his hand toward her exposed cunt.

"This is the photo album I was telling you about, Paul," Jim said, turning another page. "These pictures prove my point. Until we started doing these things, me and Karen had quite a problem. A wide generation gap-because of my getting married again.

He touched Karen's pussy and turned pages in the album while getting his message across.

He ignored Tracy's gasps of surprise when the lewd photos came into view,

"After I married Alice, Karen felt I didn't love her. I had to prove I did. Like this!"

He showed them the pictures of him fucking his daughter.

"There! These pictures should prove I love my kid!"

He eased fingers in and out of Karen's cunt and smiled fondly at her.

Paul, who'd been ogling the lewd pictures in awe, pretended shocked surprise.

"Your own daughter, Jim? You make love to her?"

"Why not? It proves I love her. It proves I need her. It gives her a chance to share me with Alice. It gives her a sense of belonging, doesn't it, honey?" He slipped a kiss onto Karen's willing mouth. "It keeps us all happy."

"Fucking your own daughter keeps you happy?" Paul gulped.

"And don't forget the togetherness. Before we started doing this, we were always at each other's throats. Now we're a big happy family."

He eyed his friend suggestively.

"Maybe it's what you need in your family, Paul. Togetherness. Maybe the reason Tracy and you don't get along is because she feels left out of things."

Paul stared hard at his daughter. She flushed and lowered her eyes.

Karen, sensing the conversation was leading in the right direction, eased her pussy forward onto Daddy's groping fingers.

"You're getting me so hot, Daddy!"

"Hot enough for a session, honey?" He smiled. "Maybe if we show Paul and Tracy how we do things, they might get the message.

"Let's!" Karen slid from her nightie. Now completely nude, she lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide, arched her knees up, and held out her hands invitingly. "I'm ready, Daddy!"

Jim hopped to his feet, stripped bare, and bounced back onto the bed, kneeling between Karen's legs.

Winking lewdly at Paul and his startled daughter, he said, "Watch me fuck my kid!"

Tracy hopped from the bed, her face flushed.

"Let's get out of here, Daddy! They're crazy! We can't stay and watch them!" Her voice was choked. Her eyes were filled with shock and disgust as she watched the handsome older man shove his huge cock into his daughter's tiny pussy.

Karen was moaning and writhing around on the bed like a whore in heat.

Paul didn't budge. He stared in fascination at the idyllic scene. He stood beside the bed and watched with amazement as Jim pounded his cock into Karen. He had only partially believed what Jim had been telling him. Even the pictures hadn't entirely convinced him. Now he was actually watching the action.. Jim had his huge cock shoved deeply into his little daughter's cunt.

He was fucking hell out of the kid. What's more she was enjoying every fucking inch of Jim's big cock, and was squealing and moaning in ecstasy.