Tom Allison - The naughtiest daughter

"Unnnghh!" Lisa squealed. Immediately she began to hump her asscheeks back into him, fucking her cunt onto his rock-hard dick. "Put your cock all the way in my cunt. Awww, Jesus, that feels so good! Fuck me, Carl, fuck my cunt hole! Awwwww, Jesus, that feels so good! Fuck me, Carl, fuck my cunt hole! Awwwww, God! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck meeee."

Slowly but surely, inch after inch of his cock disappeared between her legs, thrusting deeply into Lisa's wide-open hole. The Carl's big aching tool was buried completely in the wet gripping walls of his sister's hair-fringed pussy.

"Oh, fuck, is your cunt tight," Carl groaned. For a moment the eighteen-year-old boy paused behind his sister, wincing as he felt her cunt muscles cling deliciously to the purple flesh, of his pulsing cock. Then, still wearing his shoes and t-shirt, his Levi's pulled down to his knees, the youth frantically began to pump his swollen cock in and out of Lisa's pouting slit.

"Unnghh!" Lisa gasped. She bent forward and rested her cheek on her folded arms, lifting her ass completely for the delicious thrusts of her brother's savage fucking. "Fuck me harder! Harder, Carl, fuck me as hard as you can! Nhhuunnghhh, God, your cock is so big! Make me cum! Fuck meeee!"

Carl fucked faster, slamming his throbbing meat furiously into the pink gash of his sister's dripping cunt hole. Lisa whimpered hornily and fucked back into him. Her body was burning hot with the force of her lust, and her mind reeled with the incredible size and stiffness of her brother's beautiful tool. He was really humping her hard, Lisa realized dazedly, fucking her cunt with the frenzied intensity that only a youth his age could muster. In a way fucking her brother was almost as good as fucking with her father.

"Oh, God, is that good," Carl sighed. He leaned forward, clasping his hands more tightly onto the creamy white fullness of Lisa's jiggling tits. "Your body… oh, fuck, your body's so great, and your pussy's so tight… I can feel it… sucking around my dick… you've got the tightest cunt I've ever fucked, Sis… feels like you're sucking the cum… right out of my nuts!"

"Harder!" Lisa pleaded shamelessly. Grunting and whimpering, she pumped her loins into her brother's twitching rod as hotly as possible, making the bed shake beneath them with the mounting fury of their incestuous lust. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt hard, make me cum! Awwwww, Carl, fuck me, fuck me… unhh unh unh nh unh unh unh!"

Then the two humping bodies slid into a rhythmic, driving tempo, pistoning into each other as fast and hard as possible, fucking again and again and again. Lisa felt her gushing pussy slit burning up torridly around the fleshy hardness of her brother's cock, sucking his pulsing tool deeper and deeper into her cunt.

A painful groan escaped her throat, and she felt her muscles tighten like steel bands. Then all the lust in her loins seemed to explode at once, and she realized with a raging shock that she was already cumming.

The drenching spasms of orgasms shot violently through Lisa's sweating teenage body, making her nipples stiffen rigidly and the pouting lips of her cunt contract tightly on the throbbing flesh of Carl's meat. At the same time Carl gasped and fell into her, shoving every inch of his prick into the hairy bush of her pussy hole.

"I'm cumming, too," Carl sighed. "I can feel it… in my balls… oh, fuck… Ah, fuck… ahhhhh…"

Grunting, Carl bit his lip and raised his head as the hot cum left his aching balls and raced up the rock-hard shaft of his tool, spouting deliciously from his knob's open slit. The hot cream continued to pump out of his throbbing cockhead, filling Lisa's cunt.

The afternoon was bright and clear and very warm. Outside, through the glass of the bedroom window, the houses of the neighborhood seemed to glow in the heat, as if rooftops and gardens and lawns had all waited silently for the first sunny day in weeks. Children played happily on the sidewalks, birds chirped in the trees. It was like a painting, she thought, like a painting of a perfect spring day come to life. It was the kind of day when everyone smiled, when everyone seemed to be happy.

But not her Betty Stanton, Lisa's forty-one year-old mother, took a gulp of her Scotch and water and pursed her lips as the liquor burned down her throat. No, she wasn't happy, she thought bitterly. She was beautiful. Her body was slender, with big tits, her face almost unlined, her hair as thick and raven-black as it had ever been. Men still desired her, still got horny looking at her, and Betty knew that that in itself would have made the majority of women positively ecstatic. But she wasn't happy. She wasn't happy at all.

How could she be, when her whole family was fucking each other? Betty replaced the glass on the table and rose unsteadily from her chair next to the bedroom window, pulling her sheer black negligee around the curves of her naked body. There just wasn't any way of ignoring it any more, she reminded herself. Maybe if she hadn't been in the house at certain moments, maybe if she'd had the radio on, or her head under the hair dryer… maybe then she would have been able to keep on pretending.

But she couldn't. They were all fucking each other, and they had been for at least the past two weeks. Betty gulped hard and turned back to the chair, reaching helplessly for the glass of Scotch. It was so obvious. She could hear them humping away at all hours of the day and night. Carl moving stealthily to Lisa's bedroom, her own husband crawling our of their bed late at night to pack his stiff dick into the enveloping folds of his daughter's cunt.

Incest! It was incredible. Betty took a deep swig of the alcohol, doing her best to ignore her growing drunkenness. She had been drinking a lot lately. For the past two weeks, as a matter of fact, ever since the realization of what her husband and children were doing started to creep in on her. Betty giggled hopelessly and returned to her seat, staring unseeingly out the window. It was natural, under the circumstances. Natural for a woman like her to try to drink her problems away. What mother wouldn't in a situation like this?

Her own daughter. That was what was so incredible, about it, Betty thought, what made the whole idea of incest so hard to comprehend. Her son, Carl, and her husband, Frank, were both men, and hard experience had taught her that a horny man was capable of anything. But Lisa. Ever since Lisa had been a little girl, Betty had thought of her as being pure and virginal and sweet, everything a daughter was supposed to be. The knowledge that her own little girl, her teenager Lisa, was willingly fucking her brother and father, humping her young cunt into them as eagerly as a gutter slut in a state of heat… it was almost more than she could bear.

And she knew how much it turned her on. Betty groaned and looked down at herself, shamefully confronting the reality of her big stiff nipples protruding through the negligee. Drinking wasn't all she'd been doing for the past two weeks, she admitted. She'd also been jacking off. Beating off all day and night, pumping her hot fingers through her gurgling pussy hole until the curly-haired lips were rubbed raw from so much masturbation. That was why she was running around in a sheer negligee in the middle of the afternoon. It had gotten to the point where it was too much trouble to take off her clothing to stroke her burning hole.

Deep down inside Betty had always been aware of her attraction to her son, Carl. She had wanted to fuck her darling boy ever since he'd reached puberty, and she couldn't count the times she'd tossed and turned restlessly to thoughts of her son's big young prick. But before her incestuous desires had been much easier to suppress. Now that Lisa had him, now that she could hear her only son and daughter humping away at all hours, her horny needs were veering dangerously close to becoming a reality.