Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

As soon as she was on her back with him securely atop her, she growled greedily, "Come on, Son, fuck it to your mother." When he hesitated, she drew up her long legs, planted her heels in the splayed crevice of his ass.

Pressure-release; pressure release. Deftly, she guided him in the art of screwing his prick in a pussy. In an instant, she had taught him the art and his ass began bucking and hunching and romping as he drove his cock into her cunt, making her squeal and squirm and rock her ass with his tempo, and they were fucking, fucking, fucking rhythmically.

The juices of her pussy seemed scalding-hot around his pistoning prick. His column of flesh squished as he put it to her, drew it, put it to her, deeper than before each time.

His balls, rolling in her anal crease, against her asshole, were heavenly. Rhoda reached around her butt and found his hot nuts and held them firmly against her butt entry, trying to stuff them into her rectum.

"We just gotta try cornholing me!" she howled. "My poor butt hole is on fire, itching and burning."

Rhoda managed to get fingers and a thumb curled around his cunt-slickened dick and gradually compelled him to take it from her pussy. Deftly, she set the thick, hot, wet point. "Fuck, now!" she shrieked, forcing her back-hole muscles to relax.

"Aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwkkkkkk!" Rhoda screamed as he thrust ruthlessly and he nailed her asshole to the balls with his inexperienced, wanton prick. Lightning exploded in her bowels and there was a roar of thunder passion in her brain.

She gasped for breath, feeling faint as he drew out and banged his cock back into her rectum again and again and again. "Aaaaaaahhhhh-ah-ah-ah!" she wheezed as her guts adjusted to the lewd invasion.

Rhoda drew her knees back toward her chin and seized her legs back of them, holding her ass up in the air so the kid had the proper angle to rivet her ass with his prominent cock.

He had released her tits and had her shoulders firmly in his hands, his bony chest crushing her breast-melons flat to her ribs as he fucked and sawed at her stinging, itching, scalding bowels.

"Ooooohhhh, looooovely, being cornholed," Rhoda sighed with frantic lust and passion consuming her senses. And her twat was erupting again, too, as his hard groin ground against her swollen, gaping vulva and agitated her distended clitoris.

"Fuuuuuck it to me fast as you can," she pleaded, wanting an asshole orgasm in the worst way. "Oooohhh, handsome, lovely, tasty cock up my ass," she whimpered as he continued to bang his cock into her guts with long pecker-hunches.

"Ooooooh, don't ever stop fucking me," Rhoda sobbed.

She studied his sweating face through half-closed eyes as he walloped the cock to her ass with demanding thrusts of his hips. Her toes on his toes, legs stiff for leverage as he snorted like a young animal each time he cunt-banged his mother.

Isn't it glorious, she mused happily, having such a fine kid living in the house who can fuck me every time I get hotpants? Why did I ever wait so long to get him on me and in me? And what about Doris' young brother? She'd have to scheme some way to get him between her legs, fucking her like Vern was sticking it to her now. And what about Yancy and Jack Ormand? She just knew they would be willing to punch their peckers into her pussy. But they mustn't tell!

With a snort and a sniffle, Vern began screwing his mom as fast as he could make his cock fly. "Aaaaaahhhh, yesss," she sighed, smiling vaguely, concentrating and wretching as his gun really went off again and great gushing spews of cum hosed deep in her bowels.

He planted the full bole of his cock into her severely distorted, stretched asshole and flooded her guts, the head of his cock expanding and thoroughly corking her asshole.

She kept her legs up high for him and thought dreamily of teaching him to 69. She would buy him something nice to induce him to suck her pussy while she ate his marvelous prick.

Gently, reluctantly, Rhoda pushed her son away, wincing delectably as his slippery prick slipped from her twinging anus. "Just so you don't talk to anyone," she admonished him. "We'll have a lot of fun."

And she kept her word again that night. After supper, with the house dark, she stretched her son out in the middle of the living room floor and sucked his cock, head-to-toe, head-to-toe.

In a little while, he got the idea, spread her hard ass cheeks wide and she settled her long, deep sex-groove on his face and he ate out her pussy while she reveled in the joys of eating prick.

And in the back of her mind were joyful pictures of the kid next door and the two Ormand brothers-all of them naked, one at a time and all at once, giving her a red-hot fucking-mouth and pussy at the same time.

Doris was awake early the next morning, Saturday, aware of a feeling of trepidation as she heard her daddy getting up down the hall. Sometimes he worked until noon at the garage on Saturdays, sometimes not.

She kind of hoped he worked today, so she could go over her thoughts-analyze them, a word a thirteen-year-old didn't always think of. She was nervous about how her father would treat her after-rafter, well, after he had gotten her to take his big-it was really big-his huge peter in her mouth.

Doris shuddered under the sheet and light blanket, fretting over whether she wanted to try it again or not. She really didn't know how she felt about it. In a way, it was terrifically exciting. She licked the tip of her tongue over dry lips, trying to recall just exactly how his big, hard muscle had tasted. In another way, it was kind of frightening. Her normal instincts were that it was filthy and unnatural. She flicked her tongue across her lips again, sucked on her tongue as she hollowed out her cheeks, trying to remember just how full her mouth had been when she had her daddy's hot meat in there.

Well, maybe, he would never touch her again. Hadn't he been sort of, well, sorry about it toward the end? Worried that she might tell.

Still, she scowled in the early morning darkness he had said something about putting it, well, between her legs. "In me there?" she whispered, hearing him leave the bathroom and pad barefoot toward the kitchen. Unbidden, one of her hands crept between her lean thighs. Just the thought of that made a hotness way up in deep. Doris probed tentatively with a finger. Just inside her tiny pussy. It did feel hot. And so dry. But, oh, so hot.

"It just won't… He can't possibly-get that big thing in me," she whispered again. He wouldn't even try, she thought, mind spinning dizzily. Would he? With mixed emotions, she tried to tug down the hem of her shortie nightgown.

Then her breath caught as she saw her bedroom door opening and her father standing there with his robe loosely belted. "Did you hear Phil come in last night?"

Doris gulped, huddled under the covers as she stared at him mutely, shook her head negatively. If his robe would just gape open a little more as he stood there with feet far apart she could tell if he was wearing anything under.

"I heard him," she murmured, "I think sorta late, Daddy."

"Well, come have coffee with me. Let him sleep," he said.

Well, it must all be okay, she thought, rising on an elbow, clutching the sheet over her ripely blossoming titties. "Okay," she said, waiting for him to leave so she could get up and slip into her robe.

But he stood there in the doorway, seeming much broader with his robe sort of billowed out around him. "Well, little girl, come on."

She scowled uncertainly, then shuffled out of bed, turning her back to him modestly, aware her bottom was exposed. But she slipped into the robe quickly, turned and followed him out of the room and down the semi-dark hallway.

"Be real still and don't wake your brother," her father cautioned, in a hissing whisper.