Tom Allison - The naughtiest daughter

"Oh, Daddy," Lisa sighed. She turned her head and showered hungry kisses across her father's leathery cheek, whimpering as she felt her whole body ache with the delicious tingling of cumming. "That was so good! I came so hard, Daddy! I love your big cock so much! Let me suck it now, Daddy! I want to make it all stiff again, so we can fuck some more."

Frank smiled at his daughter and nodded. Giggling, Lisa slid her sweat-slickened asscheeks up his body, feeling the softening length of his cock pull reluctantly from the rubbery lips of her asshole. Then she turned and knelt beside him on the bed, staring down at the swollen tube of his dick.

Frank's cock was hard and damp, covered from head to root with the smeared Vaseline and his own cum. Lisa knew her father's dick had just been up her asshole, but she was much too horny to care. Leaning forward, she took the swollen cock between her lips and wrapped her hand around the base to hold it in position. Then she eagerly began to suck his raw-skinned tool deep into her hot mouth.

"That's good, Lisa, that's good," Frank muttered. Shuddering, he dug his fingers into her long brown hair and pulled her head closer into his loins. "Suck it hard now. It'll get stiff again in a second if you just keep sucking my dick hard! Ohhh! Oh, shit! Suck my dick, Lisa! Harder, harder! Suck my dick as hard as you can."

The shaft of Frank's huge pole grew and grew between Lisa's tightly sucking lips, until his sex-meat was again as hard as a rock. Lisa feverishly began to bob her head up and down over the bulbous crown of his twitching prick, wantonly fucking herself deep down the throat with the reddened shaft of her dad's hotly throbbing cock.

Both of them were much too horny to notice that the door of the bedroom had been opened ever so slightly, and that for the past fifteen minutes father and daughter had been observed by Carl Stanton, Lisa's nineteen year old brother.

"Hey, Lisa! Open the door for a second, huh? I want to talk to you."

Lisa widened her eyes with fright and quickly removed her pumping fingers from her gurgling pussy, staring from her seat on the toilet to the closed door of the bathroom it was almost midnight, and she had thought that she was all alone in the house. Frank and her mother, Betty, had gone out to a movie, and she had thought that Carl was out messing around with his friends.

"Is that you, Carl?" Lisa said nervously, a little ashamed at being caught in the act of finger-fucking herself. "What do you want? I thought you were out with Buddy and Jim."

"Yeah, we got home early," Carl replied. "Come on, Goddamn it, open the door! I want to talk to you about something!"

"Well, can't you wait until I'm out of the bathroom?" Lisa said, her voice rising with annoyance. "I mean, Jesus, Carl…"

"No, it can't wait," Carl said impatiently. "Open the door, will you?"

Lisa shook her head with frustration and looked around the bathroom for something to cover her naked body. Spotting a towel, she rose from the toilet seat and wrapped it tightly around her bare flesh, knotting the terrycloth under her arm. Then she went to open the door. As she turned the lock her cheeks were flushed, and she knew that she just wanted to get rid of her brother so she could go back to jacking off. She had been just about to cum when he had knocked, beating her pussy off to thoughts of her dad's long stiff dick. For some reason there was always something about finger-fucking her cunt on the toilet that really turned her on.

"Okay, Carl," Lisa said. She pushed the door open and stood staring impatiently at her older brother, holding the towel tight around her straining tits. "Now will you please tell me what's so important? I was on the toilet, for God's sake."

Carl smirked and pushed rudely past Lisa, entering the bathroom. He was an unusually tall and broad-shouldered eighteen-year-old, with a square-jawed, masculine face that was both handsome and cruel-looking. For years Lisa had wanted to fuck her older brother very badly, but now that she had her father she no longer thought she was interested. As far as she was concerned, it was older men for her from now on.

"Carl! I didn't ask you to come in here!" Lisa exclaimed. "I mean, for God's sake. Don't you have any manners?"

"Shit, you're the one to talk about manners, hogging the bathroom like that. I've been waiting for you to come out for fifteen minutes. Hey, what were you doing in here anyhow? I didn't hear the shower going."

Carl leaned against the sink and turned his head, eyeing his younger sister suspiciously. Lisa's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she quickly turned her head, ashamed that her brother might know that she'd been jacking off.

"That's none of your business," she said quickly. "Now would you please tell me what you want to talk about? I was on the toilet…"

"You were beating off, weren't you?" Carl interrupted. His lips spread into a broad grin, his expression savage and contemptuous. "You were sitting on the can and jacking yourself off!"

"Carl! What a thing to say!" Lisa exclaimed, at the same time bowing her head to conceal her lie. "Of course I wasn't doing that. Just who do you think you are, anyhow?"

"Don't try to lie to me," Carl muttered harshly. "What a cunt! I mean, shit, I heard you out there! You were thumping away so loud I heard you as soon as I came in the door? I just wanted to ask you about it to see what you'd say!"

"Carl!" Lisa gasped. Her face flushed crimson with shame, and she felt herself trembling all over. "What a thing… okay, Carl, you can just get out of here right now. If you're going to talk to me like that, then you can just get out!"

"Ahhh, bullshit. Besides, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Carl grinned and picked his fingernails. "Now tell me the truth, Lisa. How long you been fucking old Daddy?"

Lisa simply, stared at her brother in wide-open shock, too overwhelmed by the question to say anything.

"Don't try to lie to me about this one, Sis," Carl continued, grinning easily. "I saw you in there with him, letting him fuck you up the ass! Jesus, was that great. The two of you moaning and grunting like two dogs! I just wish I'd had a camera so I had some pictures to show my friends."

"You get out of here, Carl," Lisa whispered, her whole body trembling with fear and rage. "You have no right… you just get out of here! I don't want to see you ever again!"

"Hey, lay it on me, huh, Sis?" Carl continued. He leaned away from the sink and stood sneering before her, his hands resting on his hips. "You really like sucking Dad's big dick, don't you? Shit, you should have seen yourself slurping away on it! You really like sucking on a nice big cock, huh, Sis?"

"I mean it, Carl. Get out of here! Get out…"

"Well, tell you what, little sister," Carl murmured. His grin spread across his face, becoming savage and lustful. Chuckling, he dropped his hands and unzipped his skin-tight blue jeans. "I've got a present for you. I'll let you suck my dick. How'd you like that? Believe me, you'll love it a lot better than Dad's here. Take a look!"

Lisa opened her mouth, prepared to start screaming at the top of her lungs. Then Carl withdrew his hand from his jeans, holding the throbbing stiff shaft of his hot dick. Lisa's mouth clamped shut in shock, and she suddenly felt so weak she thought she would faint.

Carl had the biggest cock Lisa had ever seen. A lewd tremor tan through Lisa's body, and she suddenly felt her hair-fringed pussy slit drenched with the flow of her juices. Not only was her brother's tool huge, it was also unbelievably stiff. As he held it in his fist she could clearly see its bloated length throbbing rhythmically, as if gushing stream of his cum cream would squirt at any second all over the floor. He really wanted to fuck her, Lisa realized dizzily. He wanted to fuck her so badly that his prick was as hard as a rock.