Mark Carver - Family ties

"Dad, can I fuck Mom now?" he asked eagerly as he slipped his limp prick out of his sister's steaming pussy.

"You'd better wait a few minutes," Glenn told him. "So you'll have something to screw her with."

Slowly, her cute ass twitching with her lingering orgasm, Becky climbed off the bed. She darted her tongue out to savor her mother's honeyed cunt-juice on her lips.

"Gee, Mom, that was delicious," she panted. "Au hot and wild and yummy. Dad, can I sixty-nine with her?"

"No, not yet. How would you like to play a little game with me, Becky?"

"Game?" Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"The game goes like this, Becky. Your mother deserves punishment for what she did. Not so much for what she did, but because she didn't offer to share with us. This is in the nature of a lesson to her. How much punishment she gets is up to you, Becky."

"Me?" Becky glanced sympathetically down at her chained mother, who lay with her swollen tits panting, her eyes closed. She was listening intently, though.

"It goes like this, sweetheart," Glenn explained, picking up the whip. "You go down on me. Every thirty seconds your Mom gets one of these."

Abruptly the whip stung viciously across his wife's soft belly. A sharp scream came from the helpless brunette's throat and her ass shuddered high off the bed.

"One of those," he continued calmly, "until you can make me come, angel. Now the faster you can do it, the less punishment your mother will get. So it's up to you."

"Oh you bastard," Sheila sobbed, tears stinging her eyes. Crimson welts appeared on her softly rounded belly. "That hurts! It's cruel, heartless."

"Don't worry, Mom," Becky said quickly. "I'll get his rocks off in no time. You'll see."

The truth was, Becky was far more excited about the challenge itself than in saving her mother from severe punishment. She hurried to kneel on the carpet before her naked father's massive red prick.

"Can I use my hands, Daddy?"

"You can use anything you like, angel. But don't touch until I say go." He studied the second-hand on his watch. "Mark, get set, GO!"

In an instant Becky had grasped the thick trunk of her father's hardened meat and began jerking it in her hot fist. The next moment her wet mouth seized as much of his cock as she could manage and the blonde began sucking greedily. Glenn had already wondered what he would choose if it came to a showdown between Becky's thrilling hot mouth and her juicy tight cunt. Moaning happily, Becky flicked the tip of her wet tongue across his knob for a few moments before whirling it around furiously. She jerked his burning meat in both hands as she whipped her mouth back and forth in a fever of lust.

The whip lashed out and Sheila shrieked, lip ripe flesh shuddering in her pain.

Now the kneeling girl felt a sense of urgency. Her blow-job became a ravenous race with time, but she took a few precious seconds out to tease the blazing head of his prick with her sharp teeth. Then Becky licked at her father's huge balls for five more seconds before she resumed her fierce sucking on his meat.

Spread-eagled on the bed, the sobbing brunette watched in an agony of suspense as her lovely daughter sucked and licked and kissed her husband's prick and balls. Jim, too, watched in fascinated suspense as his beautiful sister raced ahead in her frenzied blow-job.

Again the whip came down and Sheila's scream echoed throughout the house.

"Hurry," she urged Becky, "Oh God, honey,hurry! Make him come! Suck, darling, suck!"

Glenn had never had such an urgent wanton blow-job, sensing that Becky was enjoying the game as much as he was. In fact his chained trembling wife on the bed even seemed to be enjoying it, the suspense humming in her sexy nakedness like a dynamo. Low moans came from the blonde's throat as she exerted all the hot silken pressure her tight mouth could on her father's immense prick.

The whip came down more viciously than ever on Sheila's soft thighs and she could barely scream this time, almost fainting.

Now Becky could feel her father's boiling load begin to quiver in his hard meat. He was jerking his hips, meeting her eagerly fucking mouth with powerful thrusts, gazing down at his naked daughter with lust. Glenn remembered to glance at his watch. He raised the whip ominously.

Shuddering wildly on the bed, Sheila arched her lush curves and gritted her teeth. But even in her tenor she was deeply aroused at the sight of her luscious daughter whipping her sultry mouth in lewd thrusts on her father's enormous prick. God, they were beautiful together! Sweet Becky had turned out to be such a passionate swinger, so exciting Sheila could hardly wait to try everything on the hot blonde – fingerfucking her while she held Becky on her lap, going down on her with ravenous delight, licking her darling ass, cuddling her cute tits all night.

Before the chained brunette could even see it, the whip stung her trembling thighs like blazing fire. Sheila tried to faint, but couldn't.

Come on, Daddy, come! Becky silently urged her father. The massive throbbing cock in her mouth was swelling even bigger and hotter, getting ready to burst. Becky's tight fist jerked as she sucked in a frenzy, her other hand squeezing his immense balls. The idea of saving her helpless mother from further punishment didn't inspire her half as much as the prospect of her father's boiling cum exploding in her mouth.

Again the whip raised, directly over Sheila's naked crotch this time. She shut her eyes tightly and held her breath, bracing herself for pure agony.

Then Glenn shot his load into Becky's madly sucking mouth. Blazing thrills erupted in his loins as his prick throbbed intensely, pouring great gushes of thick jizz into Becky's eager hot mouth. His daughter swallowed the fiery liquid in frantic gulps, loving its pungent creamy taste, wishing, in her frantically aroused state, she had a gallon of the hot fluid.

Sheila opened her eyes, shaking with relief. Becky was milking the last of her father's juices from his soft cock with her hot fist, moaning with greed.

"Thank you, darling," Sheila whispered. "Oh, thank you, angel. Please release me now, Glenn. You've tortured me enough."

As Becky rose from her knees, Glenn laughed. "Come on, Sheila, that was only a warm-up. You're not going to get off that easy. I'm sure you know the way the procedure runs, from that sexy blonde you've been biding. A little pain, a little pleasure, a lot of pain, a lot of pleasure."

The spread-eagled brunette began to tremble with new terror. The depths of her own husband's wicked mind were alarming. What could he possibly do to her that was more agonizing than that cruel whip? But Sheila knew. She didn't dare think about it.

"You did beautifully," Glenn told his daughter, squeezing one of her luscious ass-cheeks. Becky glowed with pride.

"Dad," Jim said hoarsely, "can I fuck Mom now?" The boy's long cock was hovering out eagerly, crimson with blood.

"Go right ahead, son," Glenn told him. "She deserves a break right now."

His blood singing with excitement, Jim climbed on top of his mother's hot naked body. The feel of her velvety full tits squirming into his chest, the sensation of her moist warm pussy throbbing beneath his hard prick filled him with a terrific excitement.

Sheila gave her son a long torrid French kiss, then bit him on the lips. "Fuck me, darling Jim," she whispered in his ear. She undulated her steaming crotch to his fleshy rod with lustful promise. "Give me all of your hot cock, Jim. Be good to your mother, ram it hard and deep, sweetheart. But make it last!" The fiercely aroused brunette wanted to postpone her coming torture as much as possible.

Awkwardly, Jim poised his shaft over Sheila's soaked, throbbing cunt. His knob found her pussy-lips and he slid into her fiery slit with a long groan of pleasure. At once the brunette's silken cunt clasped and squirmed and wriggled with wanton excitement on her son's bristling meat.