Harry Stevens - The family_s hot relations

At point-blank range, Lenny unleashed his ten-inch weapon, goring his daughter's asshole. There was no caution. Both fucking partners were just too horny for anything but straight-ahead action. Lenny stabbed his cock up his daughters ass to the hilt on the first thrust, and Christy took it with squealing glee.

"Is that enough prick for your ass, baby?" Lenny asked, corkscrewing his long dick so deeply in Christy's anal chute that his cock-head was lapped by her warm shit.

"However much cock you've got to butt-fuck me with, that's how much I want," Christy called over her shoulder. "Just so long as you've got your whole prick up my ass, that's what counts. I just want it all, that's the main thing."

"Well, I'm giving it to you, little girl," Lenny grunted. "You won't be able to sit down for a week after your old dad gets through butt-fucking you."

"You'd better be right, Daddy," Christy replied. "A cock up a girl's ass hasn't done its job unless it leaves scars."

"You'll get 'em, sweetheart," Lenny said. "Try this little piece of action on for size!"

Lenny temporarily slid his cock out of Christy's asshole until only the head remained inside. Then, with a bucking crotch-surge, he slammed his prick back in his daughter's narrow chute with all his might. The impact lifted Christy's knees into the air.

"Ooooh, shit!" Christy howled. "You're killing me, Daddy! Absolutely murdering me!"

"Too much for you, little girl?" Lenny chuckled.

"No way!" Christy cried. "Can't think of a lovelier way to die than this! Now do it again, Daddy – pull out your cock and slam it back into my ass as hard as you can."

Lenny did as his daughter requested. His prick slid in reverse just like before, all but the knobby crown leaving Christy's shit pit. This time, though, Lenny grabbed hold of Christy's asscheeks to achieve greater leverage before launching his forward plunge.

"What're you waiting for, Daddy?" Christy asked when Lenny hesitated for a moment. "Ram me!"

"It's gonna be even stronger than it was before," Lenny warned.

"It better be," Christy said. "I want it to hurt so good I can't stand it."

"Okay, baby, here goes!"

Lenny's hard-on lurched up Christy's brown tunnel with swift, driving force. There was no delay whatsoever. In one instant, Lenny's prick was almost all the way outside of his daughter's ass, and in the next it was buried to the root.

"Arrrgghhh!" Christy croaked with welcome pain. "Oh, Daddy, I can feel every inch of your big cock in my butt!"

She squeezed with the muscles of her ass for emphasis.

"Now start working your dick nice and steady," Christy instructed her father. "In and out back and forth… about five inches at a time. Make me come in my ass!"

Lenny quickly established a constant fucking rhythm, grooving his daughter's asshole with a series of medium-length cock-strokes. The friction grew and grew as his prick pumped and his balls slapped against Christy's cunt.

"Getting there, baby?" Lenny asked. "You gonna come pretty soon?"

"Just keep butt-fucking me, Daddy!" Christy answered. "You'll know when I'm getting off. Then you'll have a tiger by the tail, believe me."

Lenny's cock kept moving. Minutes passed. Obviously, Christy was taking her time to build up to something spectacular.

In the meantime, Jane continued to look on from her hiding place. She found herself on pins and needles while she waited for Christy's climax. To Jane, waiting for her daughter's erotic release was almost like being poised to get off herself.

"Come, Christy, come," Jane whispered with tingling anticipation. "Let yourself go, baby."

As if she had actually heard her mother, Christy fucked hard. "This is it! Gonna come so fucking goooooood!"

And then Christy was writhing and thrashing, caught up in an orgasmic fit. Her naked body seemed about to fly apart in several directions. She came and came and came. She was so active that it was all her father could do to keep his cock in her twisting ass.

On the sidelines, Jane caught the vibrations from her daughter's orgasm just as she'd known she would. All at once she trembled from head to toe, swearing she was climaxing along, with Christy without even being touched.

"God, this is incredible! I'm coming… really coming! I know it's real… just know it's true," Jane whimpered with ecstasy. Her knees were weak as she experienced every symptom of an orgasm through the stimulation of her eyes and ears rather than her cunt or asshole.

As long as Christy kept climaxing from her father's butt-fucking cock, Jane continued to come from the power of suggestion. The pressure from her senses was so crushing that Jane slumped to the floor. And still it continued.

"Coming… coming… coming!" mother and daughter chanted at the same time, Jane in a hoarse whisper, Christy in a triumphant wail.

Then there was a male voice, suddenly rising from its owner's throat to split the air with its intensity. Now it was Lenny's turn to come, and he was shouting to the world about how his prick was going to burst with hot, thick jizz in his daughter's tight, young asshole.

"Now!" Lenny bellowed. "My prick's exploding!"

At the last split-second, Christy surprised her father. When Lenny's hard-on erupted, his daughter yanked her ass completely away from his spurting prick. In a blur, Christy rolled over onto her shoulders, looking up with a big grin.

Lofting through the air in a creamy arc, Lenny's cum splashed all over Christy's tits and face.

Quickly, the slim teenager was a gooey mess, crisscrossed with sticky ribbons of fresh jism from her father's spitting dick.

Kneeling in the hallway, Jane observed Christy's condition and sighed.

Lenny was panting with happy fatigue.

With the adoring eyes of both her parents on her, Christy lolled like an erotic Goddess, dreamily smearing incestuous jism all over her naked body. Her moans were like soft music to the ears of her proud mother and father.

Had Jane and Lenny confronted one another during this golden moment, their love for their daughter might have swept aside all the bitter differences of the past. But it was not to be.

For the first move was up to Jane. And she could not bring herself to come forth. There would be too much to explain, she warned herself. The magic would be gone the instant she showed herself and opened her mouth.

So Jane silently crept away. She put on some clothes in the bedroom, then sneaked out of the house through the kitchen door. From there she walked, trying to sort things out as she had done so many times since her life had been touched by incest.

It didn't help. The farther Jane got from home, the more complicated things seemed to her.

When it started raining, she had the excuse she'd been waiting for to duck into a bar. Alcohol couldn't help Jane with the answers she sought, but at least it might temporarily dull the edge of some of the questions.

Over the years, there had always been one person in Jane's life to whom she could go when she needed someone to listen. As she sat on her barstool, nursing her fourth drink, she thought about him, realizing how long it had been since they'd had a heart-to-heart talk.

"If only I could find a way to talk with him about this," she sighed. "I mean, really level."

Jane nervously played with her highball glass, making a design of wet rings on the Formica counter of the bar.

"No, it's impossible," she told herself. "I'm in too deep for anybody to help."

But Jane could not shake the lure of a friendly ear. By the time she was working on her next Scotch, she could think of nothing else. Then she noticed some coins on the bar, her change from her drink. There were a couple of dimes, the right amount for a quick phone call.