John Kellerman - The family threesome

"Tongue so rough…" she moaned, pumping her trim hips furiously. The tip of his big cock was pressing against her mound. He was teasing her like that, just giving her a taste of it. She humped her body, rocked her hips. But still that engorged head hung out of reach.

"You're just a kid… my kid," Roger moaned. Sheri was too excited to concentrate on his exact words but it sounded like Roger was getting things all mixed up. She reached her thin arms around his neck.

"I'm not a virgin, Roger," she whispered hotly. "Don't be afraid of hurting me."

"Ohh damnit, Sheri…"

His cock was nestled into the tight hollow what her asshole began. She lurched her hips upwards, pressing her soft circle around the bulging tip. That was when Roger lost what little control he had left. He grabbed her see-sawing bottom and jabbed forward.

"Wow." He we lots bigger than Robby and the stretched feeling hurt slightly as he penetrated her. But it turned quickly to a lovely ache. Again she was being fucked and being fucked was about the best feeling in the world. "Nuuhhnnn… Ohhhhh, it's nice! Isn't it Roger? Isn't it?"

"Yeah… baby…!" He was nibbling her shoulders, rubbing her small breasts with his hands. Then he seemed to hold her everywhere so he could force more of his huge prick into her stretched but slippery pussy! Thank God a girl was really nice and slick, Sheri thought. She knew it was the only way someone so small could handle such a big cock like Roger had.

Roger moved again and she felt his hot shaft sliding deep. It rubbed the outer petals as it plunged in and out. The friction was light and tickly. She felt the tension building already. Her clit stood out from the sappy juicy membranes like a tiny cock that wanted to join the fun. She tilted her hips in a way that let the sensitive nubbin rub against Roger's body.

"It feels so big… way inside… that part that's all swollen up…"

Sheri was in ecstasy. The warmth of the older man's caresses, the way he held her so lovingly. She had the eerie feeling of being a baby in her daddy's arms. But of course she wouldn't remember that far back. Her dad had left home when she was too young to know what was going on. She hugged Roger against her breasts, pretending. Was it wrong to make believe your father was fucking you? Probably. Sheri had learned early on that just about everything a person daydreamed was wrong. But she'd always had a mind of her own. She made up her own rules. And she rarely felt the guilt that made most people miserable.

"Daddy," she breathed, not wanting Roger to hear. She was doing it for herself. And sure enough, the taboo words set off more explosions between her trembling thighs. She fucked her hips wildly and breathed the words again. "Ohhhh Daddy…"

"What? What did you say?"

"Nothin. Just that I'm glad you wanted me like this?" She offered her mouth to him. Roger took it, plunging his tongue between her teeth. Sheri sucked at it ravenously and the older man trembled with excitement. She was sure he'd never seen a girl so young that knew how to do things like that. She was proud of herself for learning so fast.

Roger managed to slide the last inch of his cock into her body. She felt all pushed around inside… all full of hot meat. She tilted her hips and felt his tip poke against the inside of her abdomen. Sheri was as surprised as Roger. She hadn't thought that she would be able to take every last inch of that huge shaft. But she had! And she still didn't feel anything pushing against the end of her tube.

"Sooo deep," she gasped, tossing her hair as he kind her. "You're really, really deep… I can't believe how, deep it is."

He pushed her thick hair back from an ear and started to lick and nibble the sensitive flesh. Sheri shuddered as his tongue poked into the tiny hole. His spit crackled and made her hug her arms around the small of his back. She was starting to pant like a dog.

"Yesssss! Ohhhh yesss!"

"Can you feel me way inside?" Roger whispered.

"Oh God yes!" She moved her trim ass, to tighten the slick folds inside her body. Roger closed his eyes and held his breath. She knew he could feel what her slippery surfaces were doing to that swollen knob at the tip of his cock. She moved again, concentrating on the exact angle that would do it right. Her concentration seemed to be working. Roger's mouth went slack and he sucked a quick breath as her muscles constricted around the base of his cock and then tightened all the way up into her body. At last she was squeezing that delicate barb again, rubbing her velvety slickness against it as she plunged her hips up and down.

She felt confident of her ability to please a man. A real grown-up man. And she wasn't the least bit shy about the realities of the situation. When she sensed that Roger's breathing was becoming more labored, she kissed him then whispered against his ear.

"If you're gonna come, why don't you let me put on a rubber for you. I got one." He looked at her with amazement.

"God, I can't believe you…"

"Hurry, I think I can feel it about to go off."

And she could. She could feel the swollen head pulling with each beat of Roger's heart. It was close to spurting hot cream deep into her body.

It was the one thing she knew she had to be careful about. Something like that could end a girl's fun pretty quick.

Roger cased his cock from her hole. As it came free of the tightened muscles around the opening of her pussy, Sheri trembled with the itchy goodness of it all. She was close to coming herself. She limped to the bush where she'd thrown her dress. But when she'd dug the foil packet from the pocket and turned, Roger was hopping on one leg, trying to get the other one in his jeans.

"Roger…" She ran to him.

"We can't do this, Sheri. I'll tell you why…" He groaned. "Don't do that… baby, please don't touch me."

Sheri wasn't about to give up now. She had his juice-drenched dick in her hands. She worked the foreskin down over his tip and back again. She was on her knees before him and kissed the fronts of his thighs. Roger's fingers loosened on his pants. They slipped down to his ankle.

"No, Sheri. I can't let this happen. I can't let it go on. Don't you see? Don't you know the truth?" Sheri didn't care about anything but the hunger that gnawed inside her. It was a fever, an insatiable hunger. The more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. And here before her was a lovely, hard prick. She couldn't let it go to waste. In her furious desire to keep Roger's interest, she began to lick the underside of his shaft. She ran her tongue daringly under the loose foreskin. As its soft-rough surface sanded the swollen lobes under his tip, Roger's knees shook. He liked it! She could hold him that way for sure!

"It's so pretty," she whimpered, "your cock… I love your cock." And then Sheri let her lips slip wetly around the streamlined shape. She let Roger's cock enter her mouth with agonizing slowness. He had stopped breathing now. He'd forgotten about getting his jeans on, too. She worked her tongue very slowly across the feverish head. She made circles, then troughed it so she could plunge ft way back. When she really stretched she could almost reach his balls. More cock inched into her mouth. She told herself that she wouldn't gag. If it would please Roger, she had to keep from choking. More cock slid between her teeth. It was more than she'd ever had in her mouth now. And she was taking it.

"Sheri… don't… God in heaven, don't!"

"Mmmmmnmm," she cooed, digging the point of her tongue into the hot spot between his cock's lobes. Roger's body jerked. Again his knees wobbled and he thrust his fingers in her blonde hair. She breathed noisily through her flared nostrils. She hooked her hands around the backs of her thighs so she could slide back and forth on the steaming chunk of meat that she was feasting on. Little by little she'd forced it into her throat and now she found she could swallow with the thing jammed back there. She could swallow without gagging. And everytime she swallowed, her throat closed down around the slick head.