Tom Allison - Naughty,naughty family

Working his ass hornily between her legs, Ted pushed up her jersey to her neck, exposing her firm, rounded tits. The nipples were like two cherries rising from the ivory surface of her tits, and he was seized with the urge to suck them while he fucked his cock into her wounded cunt.

Dropping his head to her tits, Ted wrapped his lips tightly around one taut, rubbery nipple. He sucked avidly, chewing her nipple between his lips, rubbing his tongue on the tip.

Then he started fucking her much faster, making their bellies slap together as he fucked his rigid, aching prick furiously into her cunt.

"Aw shit, Mr. Perrine!" Toni yelped. "That feels so good! Fuck me, lover! Fuck meeeee!"

All the pain had vanished from her pussy; all she felt was intense pleasure as Ted's big cock fucked in and out of her slippery, sucking cunt. Toni threw her legs up until her legs were wrapped almost around his shoulders, trying to open her cunt passage for more of his fucking prick.

"I'm gonna cum, Toni," Ted gasped, mouthing the words on her stiff-nippled tit. "Your pussy's so tight. I can't stand the way it sucks on my cock! I'm gonna cum, right in your sweet little pie!"

"Fuck meeee, lover!" Toni shrieked. "Unh unh unh, I'm cumming too! Your dick is so big! Oh shit, it's going up my pussy! Harder, faster, fuck me as hard as you can! I'm cuuuummmiinnnnggg!"

It was a much harder cum than even the first had been, racking her lithe teenage nakedness with pleasure from head to toe. Toni bucked in the throes of animal heat for nearly a minute, grunting and panting as her pussy came, and the hot, wet cunt tunnel sucked around Ted's prick.

"Oh fuck, Toni!" Ted gasped. "Here it cums! Ahhhh…"

He fucked his cock feverishly into her pussy, sighing as his balls slapped her ass crack. Then the white torrent of pent-up jism rushed up from his balls, spurting out of his piss hole and spraying deep into Toni's thoroughly fucked cunt.

The girl moaned and quivered as she felt his big prick tossing off inside her, lubricating the ravished walls of her fuck tunnel with hot, salty cum. Ted kept working his ass until the last drops had oozed from the tip of his cock.

Maybe Toni would let him keep on fucking her, he thought, in which case he'd have a steady piece of ass to take his ex-wife's place. But more and more he wondered if any woman could ever take the place of his daughter.

"And I see here that your last job was, ahh…" Bob Hughes, a gray-haired, studious-looking man in his mid-forties, paused to squint at Cynthia's application. "In 1964. You worked as a clerk in a bookstore. I see. May I ask, Ms. Perrine, what you've been doing for the past twenty years?"

"Well, I was married." Cynthia squirmed in the hard wooden chair facing the personnel officer's desk and glanced nervously around his austere private office. "I just got a divorce."

"I see, I see…" Hughes chewed the end of his pencil and looked at her thoughtfully. "And your husband supported you during that time. And you're now in need of an additional source of income?"

"Well, no." Cynthia squirmed again, uncomfortable in her short print dress. She wondered if it was, a little too tight for applying for work. "Ted pays me alimony. I mean, not a lot, I didn't screw him or… I mean, I'm not a gold digger. It's just that my son still lives with me, and the house, and… well, the money's not important to me as just getting out of the house."

Hughes raised his eyebrows, and returned his attention to her employment application. A quick blush spread through Cynthia's cheeks. She knew there was no way she could tell him that she needed a part-time job to take her mind off her constant craving to fuck her teenage son, which had become worse and worse by the day.

"You just want to work twenty hours a week or so, is that right?" Hughes asked.

Cynthia nodded.

"Have you done… well, any other kind of work in the past twenty years? Volunteer work, anything?"

"Well…" Cynthia searched her memory. "For a couple of months I did some fund raising for the PTA. When Randy and Felicia were still little. That's about all, I suppose."

Hughes sighed and leaned away from his desk. "In that case, Cynthia, I don't think there's much we can do for you. You seem like a very nice woman, and your typing skills are acceptable, but Trans Amalgamated has made a general policy of hiring only those with extensive experience in an office environment. I was hoping to make an exception in your case, but I just don't see how I can. I'm sorry."

There was a long silence. Cynthia blushed and averted her eyes to the floor, feeling embarrassed and slightly humiliated. She really wanted a part-time job badly, she realized, and she doubted she could find one anywhere else.

She knew that if she didn't get one she'd just stay home and feel horny all the time, jacking off to thoughts of her teenage son. Then she'd wind up seducing and fucking him, and Cynthia didn't see how she could live with herself if she did that.

"Isn't there something I could do?" she asked meekly. "I mean, you said you were hoping to make an exception in my case. Isn't there something I could do to get the job?"

"Well…" Hughes looked indecisive for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Cynthia. Maybe you can get a job with a small retailer downtown. There's not much else I can say."

"But please!"

Feeling suddenly desperate, Cynthia rose from her chair and walked around to Hughes' side of the desk, looking down at him imploringly.

"Your company policies can't be that rigid! I mean, I really want to work, and… well, I guess I'm just an okay typist, but I'll get a lot better if I practice! Doesn't enthusiasm mean something? Honestly, Mr. Hughes, I'll just do anything for the job!"

There was another silence. Hughes opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. It took Cynthia a moment to realize that there was a slight downward tilt to his gaze, that he was covertly ogling her stacked, big-titted body through her dress.

Cynthia automatically looked at his crotch. Hughes' slacks were baggy, but it was obvious that there was a very big and stiff hard-on straining for release from his pants.

Hughes noticed where she was looking, and it was his turn to blush. Cynthia felt shocked for a moment, then very excited. He seemed like such a severe, formal, untouchable man, but she'd turned him on without even trying.

The excitement was joined by a feeling of power. That was one thing she could always do, she thought grimly. She hadn't worked in a long time, and her typing skills were nothing special, but she could still make men helpless with her mouthwatering body and big firm tits.

Feeling horny and confident, Cynthia stood so close to him that her straining tits nearly touched his face. "Mr. Hughes," she asked breathlessly, "are you sure there isn't something I could do to get that job?"

Hughes fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his pants so that his stiff prick wouldn't show. "I just told you that there wasn't, Cynthia."

"But are you sure?"

Smiling wantonly, she lowered her hand and lightly touched his neck, trailing her fingers up his cheek. Hughes blushed fiercely and squirmed in the chair. Cynthia pressed still closer, until her big tits pressed against his cheek.

"I really want that job, Mr. Hughes," she whispered huskily. "I want it so bad I can taste it. I'll do anything if you give it to me. Anything you want."

"P-please, Cynthia!"

Slowly, feeling no need to hurry, Cynthia fell to her knees on the office floor. Hughes did nothing to stop her as she parted his legs, running her hands up his thighs. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the swollen outline of his big prick.

"Mr. Hughes, what's this big thing sticking out of your pants for?"