Steve Parker - Incest girl

"Hi, Kirk," she beamed up at him, "can I help you?" Her eyes said much more; they said she'd love to suck all the cum from his big balls. Several times in the past, Vivian had made it painfully obvious to Kirk that he need only to say the word and she would climb out of her soaked panties and spread her beautiful legs and let him ball her on the main street of town before everyone if that was what it would take to get him to fuck her. But never once had the handsome young man given her the slightest indication that he desired her in any way.

Alan fucked her damn near every day, and she loved it to death. Each day he picked a different hole of hers to come in. Yet she could think of nothing that would or could please her more than to have this young man stand before her, strip her naked and fuck her brains out right there on the desk top.

She took her eyes from his crotch just long enough to glance at the button on the IC. She had been stalling as long as she could so she could gaze at his hidden cock outlined there in his trousers. She knew Alan had sent for him.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Carter's here, sir," she informed her boss, cutting her eyes back to Kirk's bulging cock. As if of its own volition, her pink tongue tip peeped out and traced her ups, leaving them gleaming wetly.

"Send him in, Vivian."

"You heard the bossman," she purred, at last bringing her eyes back to his. They told him, if he cared to read the brazen message flashing in their depths like a neon sign at midnight, she wanted to fuck him in the worst possible way.

And, of course, the message meant nothing to him. He saw her as nothing more or less than an efficient piece of human machinery which functioned adequately to meet the requirements of the position it held. With a slight nod of his head he said, "Thank you, Miss Baxter."

Miss Baxter! Miss Baxter! Shit! The least he could do was call her by her first name! She watched him vanish through the thick oak door, wishing she had him spread eagled on a bed with her tongue buried up his cute, tight asshole. With that pleasant thought, she spread her thighs and pushed her fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and stuffed two fingers into her wet cunt, working them in and out while she pretended it was Kirk's dick. When they were slippery with her juices, her index finger went farther down and she rammed it hurtingly up her asshole until her palm stopped her from going farther. With her left hand, the girl pinched the lips of her cunt together as hard as she could, feeling the pain lace through her loins like liquid fire.

It took her no more than three minutes; her body shuddered and she was there, coming copiously. Her asshole convulsed, locking down so tightly on her finger that her hard thrusting was almost brought to a stop. Tiny bubbles of spittle formed and popped on her lips as her head sank forward on the desk.

It was terribly stupid of her to remain like this, with both hands in her panties, but she didn't have the strength to remove them. If someone should come into the office right now while she had her legs widespread and her fingers in her cunt and asshole.

This had to be casual, Alan told himself, yet he wanted the boy to know it came as an order. Well, perhaps not exactly an order. But a request which shouldn't be rejected. He waved at an overstuffed chair. "Make yourself comfortable, Kirk." When his legal advisor was seated, Alan leaned back and studied the young man with penetrating eyes.

"How would you like to come to a little party at my home, Kirk?"

"I'm afraid I'd be a very dull addition to any party, sir."

"Man," he smiled. "From now on I'm Alan to you." He couldn't help but wonder if that sounded too sickeningly magnanimous. He hoped not. That definitely wasn't the way he had meant it.

An embarrassed smile pulled at Kirk's mouth.

"Thank you," he said, nodding his head in response.

Now that he had set the stage, Alan went on: "I would appreciate it if you would come to the party, Kirk…" The slight inflection to his tone left little doubt that Kirk would be far better off should he accept.

Nor did Kirk miss it; since there obviously wasn't a hell of a lot of choice in this matter, he accepted. Besides, he hadn't been to a party since his teen years, and it just might prove to be interesting. It would certainly be an excellent opportunity to find out how the affluent lived.

Diagonally from the TV, halfway across the huge living room, Lillian lay half-sprawled in a large easy chair, with her legs splayed as only a young person could and remain comfortable. The crotch of her black panties was clearly visible to Elizabeth, who sat on the floor only a few feet in front of her.

"You're flashing your furburger, baby," she grinned, her eyes traveling from the girl's tightly encased twat to her teasing eyes.

"I know," Lil answered with a lascivious laugh. And she also knew her friend couldn't resist taking some type of action when she got a look at her hot box.

"Then cut it out, Goddammit. Your old man and what's-his-name'll be here pretty soon and I don't want to start any shit until they get here. So cover your box because it's not going to do you any good." But even as she scolded Lil for trying to entice her, a tiny bubble of saliva began to form under her tongue as she thought about crawling over between those sexy thighs for just a small lick or two of puss before the full action of the night began.

Lillian had told her that her father was bringing home the best-looking guy in the world for them to party, with and wanted to know if she was interested in a foursome. Naturally Elizabeth had been. In another thirty minutes Lillian's father and the prize would be here.

Like a honeybee drawn to a flower, Liz could no more resist the demanding urge than the bee as she watched Lillian's fingers pull aside the elastic around her thigh to expose the dampening slit between her legs. An odd sound at the top of her throat bubbled up and out as she crawled on her hands and knees and pushed her face between Lillian's soft, girlish thighs.

At first she did nothing but sniff the exciting odor when she thumbed apart Lillian's pink labes, exposing the glistening inner flesh. How she loved the smell of a wet cunt, a clean, wet cunt. She pressed her thumbs upward, towards her tongue. When Lillian's slick twat lips touched her tongue, she started moving it slowly in and out and flicked the tip upward every third or fourth thrust, making the girl's body twitch and jerk spasmodically each time the tip touched her clitoris.

For a few minutes Lillian let the girl suck and lick her juicy cunt; then, with iron-willed determination, she pushed Liz's sucking mouth away. "Wait! Let me take my clothes off." She wanted to be naked so Elizabeth's tongue could bathe every inch of her burning flesh.

But Liz couldn't wait; her fingers twisted into the waistband of Lillian's panties and ripped them from her hips. Part of the crotch and some elastic around one thigh still remained, and Liz tore that from her friend and buried her tongue back in Lillian's pussy. Lillian raised her legs and let them rest over the arms of the big chair. All of her flesh was fully exposed now, pussy and pink, puckered asshole. She wished her dad were there to fill her ass with his thick, long cock. But for the moment it was enough that a knowing, caressing tongue was quickly bringing her to a climax.

When the sweet juices started flowing from the pink walls of Lillian's cunt, Liz licked around the girl's asshole a few seconds before going up to her quivering clit, then back down the same side and up the other, drawing every precious drop of the delicious secretion into her hungry mouth.

When the girl's pussy quivered under Elizabeth's mouth, she knew Lillian was on the brink of coming. She moved her lips quickly upward, closing her mouth gently over the hard clitoris, and sucked the sensitive bud as she stuffed three fingers up her slippery slit, fucking her friend deep and hard, the way she knew Lillian loved it best.