Brad Logan: Hot mom,hot daughters

Ann was already naked, and the man immediately began massaging her tits. Ann reached into his crotch and held his balls as they kissed.

Then the man pushed Ann back against the arm of the couch. He leaned over and sucked her tits. Ann ran her fingers through his black, wavy hair.

"Oh, suck me!" she said wantonly and loud enough for the guys on the roof to hear.

After some serious tit-sucking, the man stood up. As he pulled off his pants, Ann slouched on the couch with her crotch open. The guys saw her pink pussy gash like a beacon shining in her dark cunt hair.

Now the man dropped onto the couch with his prick stiff and towering over his stomach.

"Feel like sucking me?" he asked.

"Ummmmm, of course," Ann said and lowered her face to his lap.

Don and Pete looked at each other. Their faces wore horny expressions of lust.

Then they looked down into the office again. Ann's head was bobbing over the man's lap. He stroked Ann's bare back.

After Ann sucked the guy for a while, he said something to her that the guys couldn't hear. But they saw Ann lift her face and crawl up onto the couch. She straddled the man's tap holding her gigantic tits at his face.

The guys watched in awe as both Ann and the man reached to where their crotches came together. By Ann's movements, the guys knew they were fitting the man's prick into Ann's cunt.

"Ahhhhh!" Ann sighed, her voice drifting to the hot guys on the roof.

Ann began bouncing on the man's lap. The guys imagined how his prick must be fucking deep into her body as she bounced, and her cries of pleasure helped their imaginations.

The man tried sucking Ann's tits as they fucked. But her tits were bobbing wildly up and down with her bouncing, and they kept slipping out of the man's mouth. Even when he tried holding one tit at his face, it would slip from his grasp and begin flopping up and down again. Finally, the man gave up the idea of sucking her tits, dropped his head back, and watched Ann's tits dancing on her chest.

Ann's blond curls shook around her head and shoulders as she fucked her cunt up and down. The guys saw the cheeks of her ass slapping on the man's thighs.

"Oh, Joe!" Ann cried, her voice rising in volume.

"Are you coming, baby?" he asked.

"Yessss!" Ann hissed. "Aaaaa!"

"I'm going to come too," Joe said. "Uh-h!"

Meanwhile, on the roof, Don and Pete stared in a horny trance. They would have given anything to be in that man's place. The cries of sexual bliss rising from the skylight told the whole story better even than the sight of the fuckers.

"Uhhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" the two on the couch moaned in their ecstasy.

By the time the fuckers were still and panting in each other's arms, Don and Pete were about ready to came in their pants.

"God!" Don said as they backed away from the skylight. "That lucky bastard!"

"Let's get out of here," Pete whispered.

Don nodded, and they hurried to the fire escape. As so as they were on the ground, Pete suggested going for a Coke. They went into a coffee shop and sat down at the counter.

"I'll be right back," Don said.

He went to the men's room. Pete had been about to do the same, but now he had to wait until Don got back. As soon as Don returned, Pete hurried to the men's room, pulled out his cock and gave his prick a half-dozen pumps. That was all it took to make his jism fly.

Now that he had witnessed the magic of fucking, Pete could no longer settle for anything less. Even the hand job Barb had given him was not going to take the place of the object of his dreams fucking!

"Want to come over tonight?" Barb asked Pete after school on Tuesday. "My parents are going out."

"Sure," Pete said happily. "I'll be there." This was a lucky break. Usually, he only got a chance to be alone with Barb on Saturdays. But, now that he was especially eager to get at her again, he was going to have his chance.

Since she had let him finger fuck her and had given him a hand job, Pete hoped she would go even farther next time. Also, now that he had felt the chamber of her cunt, he knew how good it would feel to stick his prick into that hot and tender pussy.

He thought of Ann. Barb was her younger sister, and maybe the change Ann had gone through would happen to Barb too.

Pete wondered if Barb knew that her sister was a stripper, but he didn't want to admit he'd peeked into the Kingston Hotel.

"What's Ann doing these days?" he asked Barb when he went to her house.

"Why?" she asked, and her tone made Pete think that she did know that Ann was flashing her cunt at the Kingston Hotel.

"I don't know. I just wondered," he said. "She was dressed so sexy that I thought she might have to look that way for some sort of job."

"Oh, Pete. It's terrible!" Barb said. "Promise you won't tell anyone? She's a stripper!"

"Really?" Pete asked, pretending surprise. "What's so terrible about that?"

"Are you kidding? I suppose you think it's all right for a woman to take her clothes off and have a bunch of horny men gaping at her."

"Well, it could be worse," Pete said. "Yet, but it's bad enough," Barb said. "What do your parents think of it?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to them about it," Barb said.

As they discussed Ann, they sat down oh the couch and cuddled together. Now they kissed, forgetting about Ann. Pete was thinking about Barb's body and how he had gotten so close to fucking her the last time. He still saw her tits in his memory and was eager to get at them again.

Toward that goal, he stuck his tongue into her mouth and found her tongue. Then, as they intertwined their tongues in a wild kiss, Pete slid his hand to Barb's tits.

"Ummmmm!" she hummed wantonly.

She seemed to be heating up fast – a good sign. Pete felt her stiff nipples through the material of her jersey.

Barb opened her mouth wider, thrusting her tongue deep into Pete's mouth and biting his lips. She was becoming a real tigress!

Pete saw her passion as a sign of willingness to fuck. He reached inside her jersey, grabbed her bare tits, and squeezed each of them in turn. By that time, Barb was panting and squirming. She dug her fingernails into Pete's thighs.

Pete grabbed her jersey and pulled it up. When Barb lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head, he was thrilled.

Barb's firm tits were exposed. Pete hadn't remembered how truly beautiful they were. Now, as he gazed at them again, their lovely shape and creamy texture filled him with lustful longing that he couldn't resist, so he dove into those mountains of softness, landing with his mouth open.

Sucking one of her big, erect nipples into his mouth, Pete sighed in heat. How exciting it was to have a mouth fill of firm titflesh!

"Oh, Pete!" Barb whispered. "I love that!"

"Um-mmmmm!" Pete hummed in agreement.

Just like last time, sucking her tits made him eager to get at her pussy. So he unfastened her pants and pulled down her zipper. So far, it hadn't even occurred to Pete that she might stop him. So when he felt her hand on his wrist he was surprised as well as devastated.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing, but can't we just kiss like we used to?"

Pete was flabbergasted. He'd let himself become too confident. But he wasn't going to let himself get stranded in mid-lust with a case of blue-balls.

Pete jumped up. He only knew he had to do something to change Barb's mind, and even as he pulled off his shirt he wasn't sure what he was up to.

Staring down at the girl who was now covering her tits with her hands, Pete threw his shirt down on the floor. Then he unfastened his pants and pulled them down. As he grabbed his underpants, he watched Barb's face. Her gaze was glued to the lump in his underpants, fascinated, enchanted.