David Crane - The wild west family

So much pre-spunk had oozed from his pisshole that Bunny wondered if he had cum.

But his cock stayed rock-hard and throbbed more violently and his balls were still ballooning and she knew, happily, that she was drinking only the preliminary seepage – and that she still had the full load ahead of her.

"Feed it to me!" she squealed.

"It's cummin', Sis!" he rasped.

She gurgled in anticipation.

Sharing that depraved anticipation, Peter shot off again in the other shower stall. His fuckjuice sped straight out and splashed against the surface. His ass jolted, back on the recoil. He pumped himself dry – and kept right on pumping away, not even missing a beat, ready to cum again without pausing for an instant in his stroking.

Jack cried out, his voice strangled.

His hands shifted and he held his sister's face between his palms as he shagged his cock violently into her mouth.

Her lips clung to his sliding meat, distending on the backstroke so that he seemed to be damned near pulling her mouth inside out.

Jack howled again, like a creature in torment. He slammed his smoking-hot cock into her maw, tilting her head back – and his balls blew.

His first spurt shot straight down Bunny's throat, hot as boiling oil, a creamy cable of cum running in an unbroken stream from his balls to her belly.

She whimpered with joy and drew her lips up, so that his second gooey geyser skimmed over her tongue as it sped out, giving her the thrill of tasting the stuff before she swallowed it hungrily down.

Jack shot as he plowed in and shot again on the recoil, bathing her cheeks and hosing her throat and whitewashing her flashing tongue. She gasped and gulped, drinking his juice voraciously. Each time she swallowed a mouthful, her brother fed her another load.

Bunny drank; Jack shot. The siblings were working in unison, in perfect harmony. His jizz gushed out and Bunny gulped it down, her throat pulsing.

Between spurts, she blew down his cock-stalk, as if she were inflating his balls. Those bags were pumping in and out as they deflated and drained off.

It was like drinking out of a foaming fire extinguisher, she thought. Swallowing his cum, she was quenching her fiery hunger, mouthful by mouthful.

She thought she must have swallowed a gallon of his goo, but Jack kept spilling it out into her maw. He sprayed her palate, hosed her cheeks, jetted jizz onto her tongue, gooed down her gullet.

At last he began to flag.

Bunny had a bellyful already, but the greedy girl kept on sucking, milking more out. He stopped spurting and the last succulent dribbles trickled onto her tongue.

He stood, feet widespread, head and shoulders thrown back, his whole athletic body trembling. Bunny coned another thick nugget from his piss-hole with her lips. Then she folded her fist around his stalk and frigged up and down, making sure that his cock was empty. She tightened her grip and squeezed up his shaft as if getting the dregs out of a toothpaste tube. Then she squeezed his balls to make certain that her brother's reservoir was drained.

She kept his knob in her mouth and let the last mouthful of fuck-juice slosh around, savoring it. It clung to the roof of her mouth like limestone deposits on her tongue was floating in a sea of slime.

A few drops spilled from her lips, overflowing and running down his spent stalk. Her head bobbed down and she slurped the stray spunk back up.

Jack staggered and swayed on the end of his prick, as if he was supported on the hard rod.

And it was still hard, she noted, to her joy. Because now that her mouth and tongue and belly – not to mention her bowels – were satisfied, the naughty girl's cunt was smoldering like a bonfire.

Her brother had fucked her in the ass and in the mouth and she wasn't sure if they had committed incest or not. But the limits of the definition didn't matter at this point. Bunny just had to get fucked.

Bunny drew her drenched mouth off his cock, and Jack leaned back against the wall, panting, his legs shaking. She swallowed the last mouthful very slowly, savoring every slimy drop. Then she leaned forward and used her nimble tongue to gather up all the overflow from his prick, tonguing his cock and balls and slobbering over his groin.

She took his knob back into her lips and gave it a last suck, polishing it to a purple luster.

"Was that nice?" she purred, giving him a coquettish look through fluttering eyelashes.

"Jeez, Sis – you got a mouth like a fucking vacuum cleaner," he croaked.

Bunny smiled at the compliment.

Jack was looking poleaxed, stunned by the magnitude of his cumming. He felt as if his sister had sucked his guts out, swallowed his blood and bones.

But his prick was still standing firm. "My cunt sucks, too," she whispered, suggestively.

He stared at her, his lips working soundlessly. "Wanna fuck me, big brother?" she purred. "Yeah, Sis – oh, shit – yeah!" he gasped. She got to her feet and bent down to give his cock-head an affectionate kiss.

"We better go downstairs," she said. "Mom and Dad might hear us if we fuck in my bedroom."

"Suppose they come down?" he asked, worried.

She grinned spunkily. "Naw. I was peeking through their keyhole. They're fucking up a storm this morning – they won't be out of bed for ages."

"Jeez – you spied on Mom and Dad?" he gulped. It seemed a really naughty thing to do – although that attitude was kind of silly, under the circumstances.

"Sure. I spy on them a lot. Daddy has a beautiful big prick – and Mom's got a real creamy cunt."

Peter had to stifle a groan at his daughter's words. He didn't mind at all that the mini peeped on them. The idea was a turn on. He thought that he might even leave the bedroom door open the next time he screwed Marianna, so that she could get a better look.

And the knowledge that she was impressed by his prick was very, very interesting.

If Bunny was game for incest with her brother – well, it quite naturally gave her father ideas…

"C'mon – let's go down and fool around awhile – you know, lots of foreplay – then you can fuck me," Bunny said.

She took Jack's hand and led him from the room.

Peter stood, stunned. If the kids were going to screw, he sure as hell wanted to watch them. But his cock and balls were giving him trouble. No matter how vigorously he jerked off, he could not reduce his lust in the slightest. So much blood had gone into forming his insatiable erection that he was lightheaded.

If Bunny and Jack were going to linger over the preliminary foreplay, he didn't have to hurry downstairs instantly, he reasoned. His voluptuous wife was still in bed, naked. Peter figured it might be a good idea to sink his thundering cock into her again and see if he could spend some of his raging lust off – before he sneaked down to spy on the kids. A hand-job did no good at all, but Marianna's hot, wet pussy might make him feel more, comfortable.

Then he would enjoy playing the peeper with less urgency – although he guessed that watching Jack throwing the prick to Bunny's cunt would soon have him on the rampage again.

Anyhow, he had to make sure that Marianna wasn't going to get up yet. It would never do to have her come downstairs and find him watching their kids fuck.

Peter, moving awkwardly, his legs bowed out like a cowboy's around his swollen balls, wobbled back to the master bedroom to shove his cock up his wife.

He was going to make believe she was his daughter, of course, as he rammed his prick up her cunt.

Marianna was awake – and wondering where Peter was.

She had really enjoyed having him suck her cunt, then screw her, while she was still half asleep. That sex had had a lovely, dream-like quality.