Kevin Sellers - Daddy_s naughty daughters

The teenager barely had time to get a good look at the spectacle of his girl going down on her dad before Shari was pushing him onto his back as well, her hands converging on his re-stiffening prick.

"Ahhhh! Oh, shit, I can't believe this is happening!" he gasped, reacting automatically as her hands pumped his prick back into its original hardness. "What the hell do you think you're up to now, kid?"

"Kid!" she snorted with pretended anger, swinging her leg over to a straddling position and giving him one brief glance at her pink, drooling pussy before she lowered her cunt on his reddened prick. "It looks like I'll have to show you once and for all who's a kid! You'll find out. Owwwwwhhhhh!"

She sank down on his prick until its whole, massive length was rippling inside her cunt.

Jerry gasped, hunching up even as he glanced over at the couple beside him. Nan's mouth covered her father's prick and was bobbing up and down on his cock frantically, her cunt gushing with new floods of juice before him. As he watched, Dane suddenly twisted around and pulled her down on the bed, climbing between her wide-spread legs. His enormous cock was harder than ever and bobbing with hunger as his prick speared straight for Nan's waiting pussy.

They were slamming together instantly, and before he knew it, Jerry had joined them, soaring his hips off the bed and heaving his own prick into Shari's pussy hole.

They fucked in frenzied unison, the moans of the two girls mingling as their insatiable cunts were filled with fucking cocks. Shari had never done so much fucking before, and she reeled drunkenly on Jerry's cock in burst after burst of climax, feeling his prickshaft jump inside her cunt.

Dane and Jerry came almost simultaneously, their groans coupling with the sobs of the two sisters ass all four once more peaked in orgasm. It was their wildest surge of release yet, and by the time the last pang of fulfillment had been soaked up, their collapse was complete.

It was Nan who finally spoke, breathing a husky laugh. "You see? I told you we'd just started. And now that we're going, we'll never stop! Will we?"

By this time, neither man dared to argue the point.

Mona parked her car in front of the house and got out, nervously brushing a hand at her long auburn hair as she strode up the walk. It was early Monday morning, not yet the hottest part of the day, but she could feel the perspiration beading beneath her dress as she stood at the front door and pressed the bell.

A few moments later the door opened, and Shari appeared, her greeting smile faltering a bit as she recognized the older woman. "Oh, hi, Mona. I guess you came to see Dad, but he's at work right now. He won't be back until…"

"As a matter of fact," Mona broke in determinedly, "I came to see you, Shari. And your sister. May I come in?"

The teenager frowned slightly, disconcerted by the appearance of her father's girlfriend. Though they had met several times, she had always tried hard to dislike this other woman in her dad's life. Still, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of sympathy. Now more than ever, she was just beginning to understand how Mona felt.

"Sure," she said lightly, pushing the door wide. "Come on in. I'll go get Nan, if you want me to."

"That'd be fine," Mona said, following her into the living room. As Shari scampered off to fetch her sister, she could hear the dim splash of the shower from another part of the house. A few moments later, both girls appeared. Nan looking disheveled and flushed as she knotted a damp, fluffy bathrobe at the waist and pushed her wet hair back. "Hello, Mona. Sorry it took so long. I was right in the middle of something."

"That's all right," Mona said hastily, not mentioning that Nan had gone off and left the shower on. "I guess I should've called first, but – well…"

The two girls looked at her expectantly, making her stomach churn with a fresh surge of anxiety.

It was Nan who broke the momentary silence. "Shari said you were going to tell us something. Is it about you and Dad?"

Taking a deep breath to restore her nerve, she confronted them and blurted the reason for her visit. "Yes it is, dear. I… I suppose you both know that your father and I have been seeing each other for some time, and… well, I think it's time you knew we've decided to get married."

It all rushed out in one breath. She paused, waiting for their reaction.

Neither girl spoke for a moment. But strangely, they didn't seem particularly surprised.

Then Shari answered. "Oh, we had that figured out a long time ago. Have you set the date yet?"

Startled, Mona opened and closed her mouth before replying. After Dane's behavior over the past months, she'd expected a terrible argument at the very least. Yet neither teenager seemed to mind a bit! "Uh, no, no, we haven't. I think your father wanted to make sure that… you mean you don't object?"

"Why should we?" Nan said, her face innocent. "After all, it's never exactly been a secret about you two! And maybe it's time Dad did get married. I think we could use another woman around this place… I mean, if you don't mind having us underfoot."

"Mind?" Mona repeated numbly, not knowing quite what to say. After all Dane's fuss, all his excuses and fears – and now his daughters were actually asking for her approval!

A warm glow of happy relief flooded into her, making her beam. "How could I mind? We're going to be a family, aren't we? And you'll see – we'll be the happiest family ever!"

Overwhelmed at their acceptance, she strode forward and gave them each a hug, brimming with joy.

Blushing deeply, the two girls returned her hugs, their eyes meeting in mutual knowledge for a moment. Then Nan went on, guiding her to the couch. "Well, you don't have to act as if it's such a big deal! We always knew you and Dad would get married. Now, why don't you just sit down and let me get you a drink. I think you could use one."

She vanished into the kitchen as Shari scooted onto the couch beside Mona, her arm comfortably draped over the older woman's shoulder. "To tell the truth, I'm glad you came by to tell us, Mona. It kind of makes things easier. Now we'll have to get to know each other better, since you're going to be our mom…"

The blonde snuggled against her, and Mona slumped in sheer relief at their eager acceptance.

"I'm gad too, darling. And you're right. We'll have to get to know one another much better now. I only hope…"

Nan returned, offering her a stiff shot of scotch.

She gulped it down, relaxing as the heat of the drink oozed soothingly through her.

Shari said, her eyes aglow, "Besides, we can't really blame Dad for wanting to marry you. If I was a man, I'd sure want to. You must have the most fantastic shape in town!"

Giddy from the scotch and pleased at the girl's admiration, Mona felt a motherly heat surge through her. "Why, thank you, dear. But from what I can see, I suspect you girls are well on your way to having figures every bit as good – maybe even better."

Nan smiled wistfully, standing before her. "I only wish that was true. But I'm afraid neither of us will ever have a body as good as yours. See?"

Unexpectedly, Nan reached down and pulled her loose belt apart, shoving the bathrobe open to display her lithe glistening body.

Mona stared, taken by surprise. Her gaze flitted across Nan's slender shape, taking in the girl's taut nipples and still-damp mound of bushy cuntfur. The boldness of the act was so abrupt and unself-conscious that instead of being upset, Mona giggled, pleased at the way the girls were taking her into their confidence.

"If you think her tits are bad, you should see mine!" Shari exclaimed, jerking up her tee shirt. "I'm eighteen and I almost don't have any figure at all!"