Harry Stevens - Naughty horny cousins

Jack aimed his cock at his daughter's plump, young ass just in time to target his final blasts of cum right where Marsha wanted them. There was an eruption for each of her ass cheeks, then the third and last squirt washed down the crack of her soaked ass.

"I'm finished," Jack now panted, holding his dripping prick. "Maybe in more ways than one."

Marsha bobbed up and turned around to see what her father was talking about. His message was immediately clear. His hard-on had just died. His cock dangled lifelessly in his grip.

"Sorry I can't finish the job for you," Jack sheepishly said. "But I just can't get my cock up to fuck you anymore."

"Don't be too sure of that, Daddy," Marsha chuckled. "I usually get what I want. And right now I've got my bean set on getting fucked in the pussy then having you come all over my tits and face when you pull out from between my legs. I won't take no for an answer."

"Tell that to my cock," Jack weakly replied, wagging his limp prick in defeat.

"There's no cock I can't make stiff," Marsha boasted. "Especially my own father's. Just watch."

"Good luck," Jack sighed. "But I'm afraid you'll be wasting your time."

Marsha just laughed at her father's warning. Then she pushed him down on the ground and sat on top of him. Her cunt rubbed against his cock and balls, moistening them with leaking female honey.

"Feel good, Daddy?" Marsha asked.

"It's no use," Jack maintained.

Marsha laughed some more. Her confidence was supreme. "My cunt has never let me down," she told her father.

Now she reached down to the junction of her thighs, spreading her pussy open so her fat pussy lips clasped Jack's shrunken cock. For good measure she lifted her father's hands to her tits and prompted him to squeeze them.

Jack looked up at his naked daughter and once again started to protest that another hard-on was beyond him. But he never got the words out. All of a sudden he was breathless, as hot blood rushed in a flood to his crotch.

So, instead of telling his daughter that getting his prick up again was impossible, Jack bucked his hips. And his prick, abruptly rigid, jumped like an angry cobra. Just like that it was erect and throbbing inside Marsha's wet cunt.

"I don't believe it," Jack gulped in wonder. "It's hard again!"

"Fucking me, too," Marsha triumphantly noted. "Fucking my pussy with your big, strong cock."

She wiggled her ass, drawing her father's prick to full length inside her pussy. "Mmmm, I love it," she moaned.

Now Marsha began sliding her juicy cunt up and down the standing pole of her father's revived hard-on. She told him to just relax, that she'd do all the work.

Trying to adapt to a passive role, Jack put his arms to his sides and called up to his bouncing daughter, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me."

While she rode her father's cock, Marsha fingered her clit with one hand. With the other hand she lifted a tit toward her mouth and licked the nipple.

"God, you turn me on," Jack rasped from below.

Suddenly he could remain completely passive no longer. He took ahold of Marsha's hips, guiding her movements to heighten the friction of his cock and her pussy.

Marsha came. The climax seemed to seize her body piece by piece. First her face began to twitch, then her tits shook, and her belly heaved. Her thighs quivered and her fingers and toes wriggled, while her ass squirmed. The key to her orgasm, though, was her spasming cunt.

"I'm getting off sooo goooooood!" Marsha swooned. "Oh, Daddy, this is the best time yet!"

"Don't I know it," Jack answered. "Now I'm gonna come too. Better get my cock out of your pussy if you want me to shoot all over you again."

"Oh, yes, Daddy, yes!" Marsha cried.

She jumped off her father's crotch. Then knelt by his side, taking his angry, red hard-on in her fist so she could jack him off in her face.

"Take it, baby, take it!" Jack gushed after Marsha had beat his meat to the bursting point.

His cock erupted. A missile of cum hit Marsha right between the eyes. Then she caught three quick blasts with her face so her features seemed to be melting. Then Marsha aimed her father's gushing prick toward her tits. They wound up dripping with jism.

When her father's cock was emptied, Marsha smeared the incestuous cum all over herself. The sunlight caught the sticky coating on her skin and made it shine like liquid diamonds.

There was only one thing Jack Cole could say to his jizz-soaked daughter. "You're beautiful," he told Marsha as she glistened before him. "Th most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Minutes later he was fucking her again. This time when he came he left his squirting cock in her cunt and filled her pussy with the most jizz he'd ever shot in his life.

And, as her father creamed in her pussy, Marsha couldn't help but wonder if Linda was getting some of the same from Uncle Roy somewhere down the road.

Roy Cole stopped by the side of the road, sighed, and wiped his brow.

"It's hot for April," he told his daughter. "Nice when you're taking it easy in the shade, but get to you when you're right out in the sun."

"Why don't we stop and rest for a while, Daddy?" Linda Cole suggested to her sweaty father.

"Naw, the sooner we get the damned gas the better," Roy muttered.

"Look, there's a stream over there," Linda said. "C'mon, Daddy, how about it? Let's get some nice cool water."

It was too much for Roy to resist. He went with his daughter to the stream. Sitting on the bank, they took their shoes off and soaked their tired feet in the rushing current.

"This wasn't a bad idea after all," Roy admitted to Linda. "Feels real good. That dust on the road is murder. Wish I could get more than just my feet wet."

"You can, Daddy," Linda noted. "See where the water is sort of dammed up over there by those rocks? Kind of a pool. Probably goes up to your knees. Why don't you splash around? It'll do you good."

"Why not?" Roy answered with a grin. He started to roll up his trousers.

"Oh, just go ahead and take your pants off," Linda said. "We're all alone out here. Nobody will see you."

Roy shrugged and stripped down to his shorts. He went to the pool and eased into it. Quickly he was enjoying himself.

He splashed some water in Linda's direction. "Come on in," he called to her. "The water's fine."

"Thought you'd never ask," Linda chirped.

When Roy saw his daughter slipping out of her slacks he just assumed she was wearing her bathing suit underneath. He was wrong. Suddenly Linda's sheer bikini panties were all that stood between her and nudity from the waist down. Then she got rid of her T-shirt and showed a bra that scarcely covered her young but perfect tits.

Linda galloped to the stream, her tits jiggling.

"Here I am, Daddy," she announced vibrantly, crouching at the edge of the pool so her slender thighs framed her crotch.

Before her father could react, Linda sprayed him with double handfuls of water. Roy's shorts were abruptly drenched. They clung to him transparently, the outline of his cock and balls plain to see.

"C'mon, Daddy, splash me back," Linda urged as she slinked into the pool up to her knees. "First one to quit is a sissy."

Roy started to tell his daughter to get back on dry land and put on some clothes. But at the same time he couldn't help wondering how she would look with her bra and panties soaking wet. The lure of the latter outweighed his common sense. So he wound up saying nothing and impulsively slapping a shower of water Linda's way.

"Oh, Daddy, you cheap shot bastard," a dripping Linda giggled. She had never used such language around her father before, but he didn't seem to mind.

Linda splashed Roy back. He responded in kind. Now the water was flying. Then, abruptly, the water fight stopped and father and daughter stared at one another.