Michael Corbett - Horny hot sisters

The only question was, would he be so shocked that he would never even give June a chance.

June stripped naked, then put on her shortest, tightest shorts and her skimpiest halter. More than half of her overabundant tit-flesh was on display, as were the bottom three inches of each of her big, firm ass-cheeks. And the crotch of her shorts was sucked into her pussy-slit.

She looked at her reflection in her full-length mirror, smiled, and said, "I guess that'll do – if anything will."

Then she went downstairs. Her father was in the living room. It surprised her a little that he wasn't watching TV. He was sitting in a big comfortable chair, his feet up on a stool, and was looking at a magazine while he drank beer straight from the can. The wall-to-wall carpeting made her footsteps almost noiseless, and as she approached he kept staring at the magazine.

When she was ten feet from him, June started to say something but then she got a better look at his magazine. It was a girlie magazine!

June stopped, stepped sideways a few feet, and walked forward again, coming up to his chair from directly behind. Her father was still intent on the magazine. Leaning over, June saw color pictures of a slutty-looking, huge-tittied woman.

"Wow!" June breathed. "Her tits are nearly as big as mine!"

Ben Richards gasped and nearly jumped out of his chair. A second later, he was on the edge of the chair and he jerked his head around and looked at her.

June grinned. "Hi, Daddy!"

Her hurriedly closed the magazine and held it down in front of his chair where she couldn't see it. Looking guilty, as if he'd been caught with his hands in the world's largest cookie jar, he sighed. "You shouldn't sneak up on people that way," he said.

"I wasn't sneaking," June said airily, noticing that he was eyeing her tits as she stepped around beside his chair. "It's these thick rugs. But you'd still probably have heard me if you hadn't been concentrating so hard on – this!"

As she spoke the last word, she leaned over and snatched the girlie magazine from his hand. He got halfway out of his chair and reached for the magazine, but she sprang nimbly backward, and he sank down.

"Naughty Daddy!" she said, looking mischievous.

"Haney, give me that thing," he said.

"NOOO, not yet," said June, swiftly flipping the pages and glancing at the lurid photographs of naked women. "Gee, they've all got huge tits. But not quite as huge as mine!" Holding the magazine out to one side, she twisted her shoulders hard several times, and her fat tits jiggled wildly and popped out of the too-small cups of her flimsy halter.

"June! My God!" her father said.

Giving him a silly smile, she held up the magazine, showing him some pictures of the hugest-tittied woman in it. "See?" she squealed. "Mine are bigger!"

"June, this is not the right way to act," he said, but she noted that his eyes were swinging back and forth between her naked tits and the magazine. She also saw an enormous bulge in the crotch of his pants. Her nipples stiffened. "I know you've been running wild for the last three or four years," he went on. "And ever since your mother left, I've let you do it. Maybe you'll work the wildness out of your system by the time you get married. But this little trick right now is just too much! You shouldn't fool around like this with your own father."

His eyes widened. As he'd talked, June's smile had gradually changed from silly to sultry. Gazing with hot eyes at him, she closed the magazine, dropped it, and reached behind her. Her halter fell away.

"Looking at pictures of naked women is nice," June purred, "but sticking your hard prick into a live pussy's a hell of a lot better!" She unfastened her shorts, unzipped them, and peeled them down her thighs. After two seconds of tantalizing hesitation, she dropped the shorts and stepped out of them.

Her father got up, holding his hands in front of his crotch and bending over slightly to try to conceal his hard-on. He started backing away. "No, June, it's wrong," he said. "You're my little girl!"

"No, Daddy, I'm not your little girl," June said, still smiling as she walked slowly toward him. "I'm one of your two big girls. I'm not ten years old and you're not raping me. You're just giving me what I need, and I'm giving you what you need."

Stopping, she ran the fingertips of one hand over her pussy lips, stuck her forefinger deep up into her wet cunt, pulled the finger out, and held it up. It glistened with her pussy juice. Her smile growing, she popped the finger into her mouth, slowly drew it almost all the way out and just as slowly pushed it all the way back in. Her father gazed hungrily at her as she pulled her cheeks in and sucked on the finger, twisting her lips obscenely.

He made a choking noise and stopped backing up. His hands seemed to move of their own accord, rubbing his cock through his pants, fumbling at his catch and zipper. Then he groaned and jerked his hands to the outer sides of his thighs. He clutched his thighs, squeezed them.

June stepped toward him. As she reached for him, he turned sideways but kept squeezing his thighs as if he were afraid to let go. In five seconds she had his pants and shorts down just low enough and she took hold of the biggest prick she'd ever seen. "Oohh, it's beautiful, Daddy!" she moaned as she fell to her knees. She stroked the stiff cock lovingly. She kissed and licked the purple knob.

Ben gasped as if he were strangling. "Don't, June!"

She darted her tongue at his prick just under the knob and he shivered. He groaned as she dragged the tip of her tongue down the underside of his cock clear, to the base. She stroked his cock some more with her hand as she licked his big balls tenderly.

"Uunnhh! My God, June, you've got to stop!" he pleaded, but she could tell that he didn't really mean it. What little was left of his resistance was fast crumbling under the onslaught of lust, lust which had been building up for two years and which his whore of a daughter had made overpowering.

She took his cockhead into her hot mouth and tickled it with her tongue. Then she began repeatedly opening her mouth, moving her head forward, and closing her lips snugly around his thick cock. It was as if she were taking bites of his cock without using her teeth. Her tongue whipped against his turgid prickmeat as she took more and more of it into her mouth.

"Aawwnnhh!" he cried, taking hold of her head. "No! No! No!" But with each "no" he was thrusting his hips, driving his great cock deeper into her mouth, into her, throat.

"Mmmm!" June moaned. With three-fourths of his prick inside her, she clamped her lush lips around him and sucked hard.

He whined. Again he cried out but thrust his prick farther into her every time. June was glad she'd deep-throated other huge cocks, or he'd have choked her with his prick. His lust was driving him blindly on, and she knew he wouldn't stop until every bit of his colossal prick was inside her. There was only another inch of his cock to go now, and with two short, fierce jabs he shoved that inch into her mouth. His cockhead was in the very bottom of her throat now, and his thighs were pressing against her fleshy tits.

She sucked on his prick again, sucked harder. He trembled and started crying, "No!" again, all the while thrusting his hips. Since there was no way for his cock to go deeper, he simply drove her head and upper body backward, recoiled and brought her with him, and thrust again.

June whimpered and inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, blowing hot air on his prick. Her tongue beat at his prick madly.

His convulsive thrusts did not stop until his knees buckled. His cock was being pushed forward and June moved backward on her knees. She pulled her head off most of his prick but kept about a third of it in her mouth and kept sticking on it.