David Crane: The wild west family

"Fuck," she rasped, defining the action rather than urging it. She said it on each lustful plunge. "Fuck – fuck – fuck!" she whimpered repeatedly.

His cock sank in, pulled out glistening with her juices, plowed back up her fuck-box frantically. His cumbags swung in.

Those huge balls were so full of corn now that they were rolling heavily. When they slapped against her ass, she could feel the jism tide shifting inside them and almost hear the gooey stuff sloshing around.

Her fuck-hole gripped him firmly on the backstroke, so that he had to yank back hard against the suction of her cunt. Her cunt-lips distended, clinging to his sliding cock-shaft so that he was damned near pulling her pussy inside out.

Marianna called out in her rapture, gulping and gasping and whimpering. He was rattling her bones on his savage strokes, making her whole curvaceous body tremble and vibrate. He pounded in so deep that she almost thought his cock-head was going to come out of her mouth.

She threw her legs around his haunches, thighs clamping on his hips. Her heels locked behind him, then drummed on the cheeks of his cork-screwing ass. She was riding him from below, matching his furious pace with equal vigor.

"Fuck me silly – oooooh – pound my pussy to fucking jelly, darling – fuck my ass off!" she wailed.

His cock came out slathered with woman juice and plunged back in violently, transfixing her loins on the steely spike. His cumbags rolled in like bowling balls, so full of fuck-juice now that they were no longer swinging freely.

His piss-hole was starting to dribble.

Marianna could feel the hot pre-cum seep into her cunt and she whimpered in anticipation of his load. Now his cock was coming out glistening with both of their creamy sap. The fat stalk was coated with cunt-cum and that milky film was shot through with streaks of preliminary jizz, threads of spunk that were thicker than her pussy-juice, forming a viscous filigree in her goo.

"Shoot, Peter – shoot up me!" she gasped. Bunny was as eager to see her daddy unload his lust as her mom was to feel it hose her fuck-box.

The girl had bunched all four fingers together in a cock-shaped bundle and she was ramming them up her fuck-hole steadily, wishing that they were a real prick – wishing that her hand was capable of cumming.

As she finger-fucked herself with one hand, she massaged her clit with the other. The double-handed action was bringing her surging to another crest.

She clung just under the peak, waiting for her father to juice off before she creamed. The sight was driving the naughty girl crazy with lust.

Peter began to buck convulsively.

He was braced on his knees and driving in like a piston, buffeting Marianna around on his cock. His belly slapped on hers, then sucked away. He held her by the hips, shaking and twisting her loins as he pumped into her. He was shoveling his cock up her so furiously now that it was merely a slimy blur as it went in and out.

He cried out at the crest.

"Yeah – yeah – hose me!" Marianna wailed. Crouched at the keyhole, Bunny thought that she could actually hear the whooshing sound of her daddy's spunk as it rocketed up his shaft, then the solid splash as the stuff foamed into her mother's fuck-hole.

He pounded away, shooting on every thrust. Marianna's fuck-box filled with jizz and her cunt-cum oozed out to blend with it. Their combined cream dribbled like paste from her slot as he plugged her full.

Watching Peter pouring the spunk so abundantly into Marianna, Bunny melted on her thrusting fingers. Her thighs rippled as she rose and fell, riding her hand as if she had been squatting on a rampant prick.

And how she wished that she was!

She frigged herself through the racing spasms of her cumming, timing it to match her mom and dad. She gradually slowed down, as they did.

Peter began to falter, then stopped moving. Marianna squirmed under him for another moment, then held him tightly, her legs locked around his haunches and her arms around his shoulders. Her belly was glued to his, her tits tight to his chest.

As they stopped jerking together, their daughter stopped ramming her fingers up her pussy. Peter's prick was still stuck up Marianna's cunt-gash, and Bunny left her bunched fingers knuckle-deep up her cunt-hole.

For a few moments this performer-audience tableau remained motionless, the players melted together as if their bodies had fused in the heat of their fucking and the water in frozen fascination at the keyhole.

Then Peter slowly pulled his prick out of Marianna's pussy, as it had gone in, inch by inch.

His cock-head lodged in her cunt-slot for a moment, then came slipping out. His cock was semi-soft now, but still impressive, a fat, meaty coil looped from his loins.

Marianna lay sprawled out, her legs apart. Her vacated cunt-slot was gaping open, as if the elastic walls were retaining the outline of that thick cock-stalk that had just been molded in her cunt. The pink oval of her pussy was flooded with fuck-juice and cunt-cum.

Bunny gazed longingly at her daddy's cock. Soaked and slathered from her mother's cunthole, his cock-meat looked scrumptious.

Her gaze shifted to her mother's groin.

Gaping open and all swampy with their mingled slime, her mom's pussy looked delicious, too.

Bunny drew her fingers out of her cunt and held them up to her face. They were drenched with her cunt-nectar, pearly ribbons running down her digits and a milky pool welled up in her palm.

Bunny's tongue pushed out and she ran it up the length of her fingers, tasting her juice.

It was yummy. Bunny's tastebuds sparked and tingled as they registered the succulence of girl goo.

She looked through the keyhole again, gazing yearningly at her father's big cock and balls.

Then she pushed her bunched fingers into the oval of her panting lips and sucked on them, pretending that they were a prick – a prick that had just come dripping from a well-creamed fuck-box.

She looked through the keyhole again. This time she gazed at her mother's pussy. Sucking her own cunt-juice from her fingers, she made believe that she was tasting her mother's cunt milk from her daddy's cock.

She tilted her hand and lapped up the pool of cunt-cum out of her palm, purring like a hungry kitten drinking from a saucer of cream.

Her fevered fantasies were driving her wild. She wished that her parents would fuck or suck again, so that she could frig, while she looked on. She'd already cum twice, but mere hand-jobs weren't doing a satisfactory job on this memorable occasion.

Cumming by hand only made her hornier. But it seemed that the action in the master bedroom had come to a halt, for the moment.

Peter and Marianna were snuggled up lovingly, but they were cuddling in contentment. Bunny guessed that they would need time to rest before they balled again.

And now they had turned onto their sides, embracing. Bunny could no longer see anything more interesting than the curve of her mother's ass.

Still, it was a delightful ass. Bunny drew her saliva-soaked fingers up through the crack of her own trim ass and nudged a fingertip into her shit-hole. Then she brought her hand back to her mouth and tasted her tangy and flavorsome asshole, licking and then jabbing the digits in and out of her moist lips.

She was tempted to finger-fuck herself again. But then she thought that maybe after they had rested, her mother and father might screw again and she decided to save her next creaming so that, if she were lucky, she could once more cum with them.

With time to kill, she figured that she would go downstairs and make a cup of coffee and, while she sipped it, think about the boys she dated and decided which one she wanted to have sex with that evening.

But she never got around to that.