Evan Burke - Loving daughters

I kissed him in the hollow of his throat, tasting the salt of his sweat, and I felt his rough hand move down and close over the globe of my tit. My nipple was still hard and erect, the way it always gets when I fuck, or when I even think about fucking, and I felt myself getting hornier as he idly played with my knocker. I began to wonder how long he would have to rest before he could fuck again. Not long, I hoped.

On the other side of my father lay Jodi and her dad, legs still tangled together so that her wet little pussy was pressed against his thigh. She moved it against him as I watched. Both had their eyes closed, the way people will do after a good piece of ass, and I sort of got a kick out of looking them over.

Jodi was seventeen, a year older than me, but she was little. I had it all over her when it came to tits, and I was several inches taller. She was a blonde, just like Ken, her father, and the blondeness was natural. The hair around her cunt proved that. Me, I have the black hair of my father; and it tangles in a thick bush around my cunt. All in all, black hair and blonde, me with the big tits and Jodi with the petite little body she had, we should have made a picture you could put on sale. I reached across the bed and touched Ken's prick.

Jodi, feeling the movement, opened her blue eyes wide. She looked down at my hand, resting on the cock of her father, and she smiled. "Your father for mine?" she asked. That had been our original plan. I returned the smile, shook my head, my long black hair teasing the flesh of my father, and said, "No way, friend. Not now. I want a little of them both. Two cocks are better than one, they say."

And it was the right thing to say. I had rolled half atop Daddy, my knockers reaching down to touch at his side and his chest as I felt his prick with my free hand, and I felt it begin to come alive in my grasp. There is nothing better than the feel of a swelling prick. And in my other hand I could feel the rising of Ken's cock. The suggestion had brought them both to life.

"You can get your pussy from behind," I told Daddy, giving his cock one last squeeze and letting my fingers rub him hard across his hairy balls before I forced my way in between the legs of Jodi and her father. I got into a kneeling position, ready to blow him, and I used both hands to spread his legs wide. Plenty of room, that was what I needed.

"What about me?" Jodi asked, sliding into a sitting position with her back against the headboard of the bed, her long, slender legs spread wide, her pussy showing the slight gleam of come. The girl had absolutely no imagination. I grinned at my father, who was now standing beside the bed, his cock hard and ready, and I grinned at Ken, whose prick stood upright in the cradle of my hands, and then I grinned at her. "Daddy has a tongue, sweetheart," I told her. "So let him use it. That's what tongues are for."

And then I bent down to blow her father's cock. As far as I was concerned, Jodi could take care of herself. She was a raunchy little bitch, one of the hottest I had ever known, and I had no doubt that she would. Me, I had my own fucking to worry about.

"Lift your ass a little higher, Nora," I heard my father say as I eyed the stiff rod of Ken's prick. His hands slid off the back of my legs, stopping when they reached my upraised buttocks, and I could feel him urging me higher. As if I needed urging. I was hot as a firecracker — and getting hotter.

As I slowly bent and touched my lips to the rounded red head of Ken's prick, giving it the gentlest of kisses, I could feel the hand of my father rubbing upward between my legs, stroking the cleft between my buttocks, stroking the hairy bush of my cunt. My cunt was still juicy from the fucking he had given me earlier, and the lips parted easily and eagerly as he forced his fingers inside me.

With a wiggle of my ass, a parting of my legs, and a deep breath, I prepared myself for a fucking from both ends. I heard the sound of Jodi moving about on the bed, but I ignored it.

Holding the hardened shaft of Ken's cock in my fingers, I let my tongue swirl slowly around the head, licking away the sticky come which covered it. A squeeze of my fingers brought a silvery drop of come through the little opening in the center of the head, and I lapped it away with my tongue. It was warm and almost tasteless.

Daddy's hand moved away from my cunt, reached beneath me to grip my belly, and I prepared myself for the thrust of his cock. It came with an almost agonizing slowness, as if in a dream. First, there was the tantalizing touch of the knoblike head as it gently parted the lips of my pussy; then my cunt had completely enveloped the head. It seemed to rest there for a delicious eternity, just inside the portals of my cunt, and then it slid fully in with a slow stroke that was so provocative that I wanted to scream. Instead, I passed the pleasure on to Jodi's father.

He had settled both hands on the back of my head as I licked at the knobby head of his cock, and now, as I opened my lips and completely covered that head, still flicking it with my tongue, I could feel him pressing at the back of my head with urgency. I was between his open legs, legs that lifted and fell as I sucked at his cock, and my hair fell down to touch his stomach.

The cheeks of my ass were suddenly touched by the bristly hair of my father's groin, my cunt was stretched wide around the thick shaft of his prick, and I felt as if I had one great cock running through the full length of my body. It was as though one great length of cock had been thrust into my cunt and pushed, pushed, pushed until it found an exit at my mouth. Wonderful. I loved them both.

I opened my lips into a wide oval, sliding them far down on the slippery stalk of Ken's prick and, at the same time, I tried to flex the inner walls of my cunt around the cock that had settled into a steady pumping motion behind me. I was getting a good one.

As it slipped smoothly in and out of my gash, keeping a constant pressure against my clit, I could feel a pulsing from within me, the throbbing of my blood as it raced through my veins. I bobbed my head over the cock that filled my mouth, trying to match my motions to the pumping of Daddy's hips. He gave a great lunge that stopped me.

His cock was suddenly pushed so deep inside me that I lifted my head as though to scream my pleasure for all to hear — and I saw that Jodi had followed my suggestion.

Not until I looked up had I even realized that Ken's hands had left the back of my head. In my horniness I had lost all awareness of everything but the cock that was moving inside me, stoking my fires, and the cock over which I knelt. Now, for the first time, I saw that Ken had found something else to occupy his hands.

His daughter was on her knees, with one leg on each side of his face, her back to me, and she had lowered her cunt down onto his face. He had one hand on each cheek of her ass, guiding her movements as he licked at her cunt. His hands looked very brown against the untanned flesh of her butt, and I could hear her purring as he ate her pussy. Her arms were high above her head, her hands braced against the wall above the bed, and her hips were moving back and forth above his face, which was raised high between her thighs. I found myself wishing I could watch his tongue as it sliced its way through her slit. But a girl can't have everything and I had plenty to keep me happy. More than plenty.

As I returned eagerly to the sucking of Ken's cock — relishing the taste of it — I felt Daddy strain' hard against me from behind. His prick was all the way in, and he used the hand that held my belly to draw my ass tighter against him. The hard muscles of his thighs were pressed against the backs of my legs; my buttocks tingled to the touch of the kinky hair above his cock. He began to pound at me with furious strokes of his cock. The flame inside me grew hotter.