Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

"Daaaaaaddddy!" she screamed as tears filled her blue eyes. A shudder crashed through her body, then the tension eased and he was fingerfucking her tiny asshole. To her relief the shock of his penetration was brief and a liquid heat built to an inferno in her stinging butt hole, In a minute-a dozen or so finger thrusts and she was experiencing an anal orgasm.

She wished Phil would start fucking her again. Then he did give her a couple of deep, hard cock-haunches and she was in the midst of the throes of a dual-climax, feeling magnificently alive from the twin-impalement. "Oooooohhh, God, I'm cumming again-some more," she whimpered in a tone of childish worship of a cock corking her cunt while her tender-fluttering asshole was industriously finger-diddled.

"Phil, can you cum some more?" she sighed. "I'd love for your to jizz my pussy again. It's so wonderful, a cock up my pussy and daddy's finger pushing in my buttie hole."

"Baby, you're just like your mom. You're not only a hot screw, you're gonna really go for cornholing," her father chuckled with lecherous delight.

"She's a hot piece of tail, isn't she, Boy?" he hummed. "Look at the way she keeps pushing herself at you all the time."

"Is that bad?" the tiny girl pouted. "Is it bad I like being-screwed?" she sought another naughty word. She thought she liked the way 'fuck' rolled on her tongue though. "Don't you want me to like fucking, Daddy? Phil?"

"Hell, Kitten, you're made for fucking," her dad laughed jubilantly, easing around so her right hand could curl around his slowly stiffening cock. "Go ahead and jack me off. I just might cornhole you, if you get me nice and hard."

"Lovely prick," Doris said dreamily.

"And you have a pretty pussy and fancy asshole-built for prick," her dad responded affectionately.

"Will you really try to put your monster in my buttie hole, Daddy?" she asked, scowling, wondering just how she could take his pillar of flesh.

She lay resentful but silent as her brother eased from between her legs and sat against the davenport. "Ooooooo-ahhhh," she cooed, squinting as her daddy's finger left her asshole with the soft sound of a bottle being uncorked.

Doris smiled wistfully at her dazed brother. "Phil, do you think my pussy is pretty?" When he nodded dumbly, she laughed softly, musically. "You do, huh? Well, I think cocks are handsome things. Especially nice, long, thick, hard ones."

She turned on an elbow and studied her brother's reddened, wet penis. "You have a very lovely cock, Phil, and a nice set of goodie-nuts."

For a full minute, she studied her father's intent face, then she diverted attention back to her brother. "I could show you something else that's lovely fun-but I don't want you to watch me show you." she said brightly.

She wiggled toward him on her elbows and belly. She glanced again at her father for approval or disapproval.

"Well, go ahead, Girl," her dad nodded.

"You promise not to watch? Phil? Promise?" When he nodded that he wouldn't, she said, "Okay, then. It's all right if you watch, Daddy. And she reached for him with her hand. "Now, you said you wouldn't watch, so turn your head away, Phil. Or, I just might not do it to you."

Doris waited until he averted his eyes, then settled before him on her elbows, squarely between his drawn up knees. Gently, she cupped his dangling balls in her left hand and held his cock near the root with her right and angled it toward her intent face.

"Now, don't watch, Brother," she admonished.

Delicately, she closed her lips over the shrunken head of his prick and caressed the glans with her raspy tongue. She giggled with glee when her brother groaned and a harsh shudder rippled through his body.

He gasped and his hips jerked when she sucked hard on the quickly fattening knob. Doris glanced up and saw his face as he stared down at her stuffed mouth on his prick that was beginning to swell.

She shrugged mentally. In spite of her warning him not to watch, she continued sucking the succulent knob of his prick until it again reached maximum erection.

"Thataway to go, little girl," her daddy whispered and she thought she could hear him jacking off, a meaty sound any way.

Her eyes twinkled and she emitted gurgling sounds of satisfaction as his body was shaken with heavy tremors. Slowly, she began to mouth-fuck him, at first in dainty little strokes with her lips nibbling on his cock, just behind the tasty dark flange of the head.

As her mouth-strokes grew longer, more intense, she took her fist from the base of his prick and she clamped both hands on his quivering balls.

What the heck? No, she didn't care if he watched her going down on him and giving him a blow-job. In fact, she found it extra exciting to have him watch her suck off his delicious cock.

As she sucked on his cock, noisily, hungrily, she wished her daddy would stop beating his handsome fuck-meat and give it a try, shoving it up her ass. As she gobbled all of her brother's prick as it began to squirt tasty jizz, she thought hazily that she could bet she would never get another spanking.

If she wasn't enjoying savoring her brother's convulsing cock, she would stop sucking him for a minute, just long enough to ask her father to just try fucking his cock in her ass. Yep, she just had to have that tried in her before too long.

As she contemplated the exciting experience of being cornholed her rectum began itching and her pussy began tingling again. What worried her the most was whether her brother and daddy would be able to fuck her as often as she wanted. She wondered what they would say if she got Vern next door.

For the entire week, Rhoda Myles had been so hard-tip she could hardly stand it. Especially after watching the antics of the Hagerman clan. But she had curbed her impulses to take on Vern again, and had restrained herself. She wanted him to get the idea, without her saying anything, that he must never, ever say anything to anyone.

He hadn't said anything to her, but she had seen him looking at her with calf's eyes, big, pleading brown eyes. She had thought of limiting his association with the Ormand boys-she didn't care if he associated with Phil Hagerman, despite the fact they had something very naughty in common.

"Uuuuuummmm, that Phil Hagerman," she mused as she sat alone in the water company office that Friday afternoon to take any emergency calls. After seeing him screw his sister and saw the heft of his cock when Doris gave him a blow-job, she was satisfied he could do a satisfactory job cunt-pounding her with his cock.

"I'm a hot bitch," Rhoda giggled softly, knowing the front door was locked and she was secure in the back office. She pushed away from the big, mahogany desk, leaned back in the enormous leather-upholstered swivel chair. She kicked off her pumps and braced her feet on the-edge of the desk.

If anyone came in, it would be by the rear entry. And she didn't expect any of the company employees on Friday afternoon. Certain the chair wouldn't roll, Rhoda raised her bottom and deftly rolled down her panties. She gave them a toss and they landed in a silky mass beside her purse.

"Aaaaaahhh, yeeeeesss," she breathed as she tilted back, legs far apart, and dipped a hand into her hairy nest. "I could use that horny Hagerman kid right now," she whispered as her lust increased to a white heat.

She parted her knees even more, worked the hem of her dress up around her waist and employed both hands in her black-thatched straddle, pinching the thick, hairy lips into a long, narrow flange, pressing thumbs against her fully distended clit.

With her head thrown back against the roll on the back of the chair, she sighed roughly and used the fingers of both hands to split her vulva wide open. With delectable tremors cascading through her pelvis, she ran a finger of each hand up and down the deep cleft, dabbling fingertips at her fluttering hole and teasing the fleshy nub that poked from her clit sheathing of flesh, such dark, pink flesh.