David Crane - The wild west family

Her slim back arched, spine bending. Her plump tits thrust out into his face and her slender belly was pressed tight to his. She was positioned atop his prick like a delicately balanced flagpole sitter.

She squirmed around deliciously, wiping her cunt on the head of his cock.

Her back was to the archway and their father had a perfect view of the coupling. Jack's balls ballooned and his thick cock-shaft, towered up from them, the purple slab of his cock-head nudging into her cunt-gash.

Her wet cunt-lips were unpeeling around the tip of that smoking hot knob and cunt-juice was running in creamy ribbons down the heavily veined shaft.

As she wriggled about, the cheeks of her ass opened and Peter could see her tiny little shithole. Cum was bubbling from that little brown slot, reminding him graphically of how Jack had shot up her guts.

Bunny worked her slot on his crown for a moment, savoring the anticipation of having all of his long, thick prick shoved up her cunt.

Then she began to slide down.

His cock-head vanished. Inch by inch, his stalk disappeared into her fuck-hole. His cuntlips sucked him in and her tunnel of love swallowed him up. The heavy rod edged deeper, dark vein pounding spasmodically.

Bunny sank down to the hilt of her brother's fuck-stick, taking it all. Her fuck-slot was glued around the root and the lower curve of her ass brushed against his swollen cumbags as she squirmed on the spike.

She held it all in her for a few moments, then began to rise and fall, riding his cock slowly and steadily. Jack held her by the hips, pulling her up and down, pounding her pussy onto his prick.

Her tits swung into his face and Jack suckled on the perky pink lips and lapped up her cleavage. Saddled on his loins, she moved at a trot, then a canter, building up toward a full gallop.

Peter watched in wonderment.

He saw his son's sturdy stalk emerge from his daughter's fuck-hole, glistening with her cuntjuice. Then she sank down and buried it up her fuck-box again. Peter could hear the meat hiss up her fuck-chute and hear the soft, moist suction sounds her cunt was making as it massaged his cock.

Jack had already shot, in her ass and her mouth, but the youth was so potent and his prowess was so inspired by the dark joy of incest that he was already starting to surge toward yet another cumming.

He lifted her loins, then jammed her down hard. His cock was so huge that Bunny looked down past her tits, half expecting to see the outline of that thick stuffer raised in a furrow up her slim belly.

She churned her ass around, grinding, twisting in a sensual spiral as she rose and fell. Each time she shoved down, her ass-cheeks parted, showing her daddy her puckered shit hole. Cum kept oozing from that brown bud and trickling down the cleft, joining the creamy tide that was steadily flowing from her slot.

Jack's prick pounded up, filling her cunt and acting like a plunger. Each time he stuffed her cunt, more cunt-nectar oozed out. Her crotch was awash and Jack's balls were drenched.

That seepage was getting thicker as the nubile teenager neared the peak. Peter whimpered at the sight. He could smell the fragrance of overheated pussy-perfume as that delightful aroma permeated the room.

Her father's mouth watered and his prick hammered violently as his eyes feasted on the scene – and his fevered mind imagined forbidden fruits and broken taboos.

His daughter was already guilty of incest with her older brother – so why should her horny daddy have any inhibitions about her gorgeous young body?

Jack was heaving up from the couch, panting like a steam engine as his prick pistoned up his sister's pussy. His thighs jumped with muscle and his heels drummed on the floor. He arched under her, filling her cunt.

Bunny felt his cock thunder inside her.

"Shoot in my cunt – fill me," she cried.

"Arghhh – take my cum, Sis!" Jack wailed. Peter saw the boy's balls explode violently and his stalk buck like a discharging cannon on the recoil. Bunny squealed and shoved her cunt down as her brother's steaming geyser shot up into the core of her fuck-box.

Jizz foamed into her fuck-hole lavishly, and Bunny peaked, creaming off on his cunning cock.

His prick whipped in and out and a blend of cunt-cum and fuck-juice poured from her slot. He hammered up into her and she pounded down to meet him. His spunk was splashing into her so hard she thought he was going to blow right off the end of his cock, as if shot from a cannon.

The siblings drained off together and, spent, cuddled in fond embrace.

"I love fucking you, Jack," she purred in his ear.

"Let's do it again," he panted.

She giggled, delighted by his potency. She drew up and pulled her pussy off his prick. That formidable tower still stood rampant, fat and firm.

Cum gushed from her emptied pussy and his stalk was slathered lovingly, cherishing the flavor of a prick that had just been soaked in a perfume filled pussy.

As she mouthed him, his balls began to swell again.

But then she drew away.

Jack raised his eyebrows, hoping that his sister had not had enough. He was ready – and able – to fuck with her for hours, for days, for years, for all eternity – for all Sunday morning, at the very… Bunny gave him an impish grin. "Sure, we can fuck some more," she said.

"But it's getting kind of late. I better sneak upstairs and make sure that Mom and Dad ain't getting up yet, huh?"

Jack nodded, seeing the wisdom of that course. He couldn't imagine what their parents would say if they caught him fucking his sister.

Bunny got up, her legs slinky, fuck-cream foaming abundantly from her cunt. She moved toward the archway – and their father stepped hastily back from view.

Prick jutting out and bloated balls swinging, Peter dashed down the hallway and up the stairs, just in time to escape being discovered as Bunny followed in his wake.

It was hard to think with a hard-on, but Peter was forming a plan. Bunny was going to check on them and he thought that it would be a kick to give the girl a performance in return for the show that she had, unknowingly, put on for his benefit. He figured that he would leave the bedroom door slightly ajar and stick his prick in Marianna's mouth, and face-fuck her vigorously, enjoying it all the more because he would know that their daughter was watching.

But as he passed the bathroom, he paused.

An even more thrilling idea came to him.

He hesitated, feeling a twinge of guilt at his depraved desires, his incestuous inclinations. But the girl was already as mighty as she could be and he reasoned that there was no way he could corrupt her further.

Besides, it was up to her.

Peter would do nothing but provide her with the opportunity, the near occasion of sin.

Trembling wildly, he moved into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. He stepped into the shower – not the one in which he had been biding before, but the one in which Bunny had buggered and blown with her brother.

He turned the shower on and snatched up a plastic shower cap, pulling it well down over his head so that it covered his forehead – and masked his eyes.

Then he stood under the warm spray, facing the open door, his stiff prick looming up like a howitzer.

He began to soap his groin.

He heard Bunny's footsteps come softly down the hall – and pause at the door. He heard a little gasp.

Grimacing, pretending he was unaware of being observed, Peter began to stroke his slippery hand up and down on his soap-lathered prick.

If nothing else, he could let the girl watch while he jacked off, he thought.

But then Bunny came into the bathroom…

Bunny stood there, mesmerized by the sight of her naked father pulling his lathered prick.