Jeff Collins - Balling families

"Speaking of one big, happy family, Mother," Kay said, "I've got something else to tell you."

Meanwhile, next door, Melissa had tried to tell her father much the same thing that Kay was relating to her mother. But when she had crawled into bed, Kyle had been naked and so hard that the guy couldn't resist taking him before the conversation began.

Now every inch of her father's big dick was in her cunt, and he was starting to fuck in and out of her. He was gasping with desire as the rubbery flesh of her cunt caressed his hot, throbbing shaft. He could feel the drops of warm pussy juice trickling from her hole and oozing down his cock as her cunt adjusted to the bulk of his intruding member.

"Oh, baby, baby, I love it! I love every inch of your hot, luscious pussy!"

"Yes, Daddy, yes! Love me! Use me! Fuck me until I drown in your cum!"

Kyle began moving. His hips pulled back, thrilling as he felt the flesh of her pussy fold in behind him. And then he returned, driving back into the boiling chamber of her cunt.

Then Melissa was answering his motion, her own hips beginning to sway up and down. The muscles in her face grew slack as her gasping need for breath demanded her mouth to open. Her eyes drooped shut as the bliss of his prick sent frantic surges of delight pouring through her body.

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy," she breathed. "I've never felt anything so good! Harder, Daddy, harder!"

He obeyed, moving his hips in even greater sweeps and lunges. His knees dug into the mattress to give him better leverage. His cock dug into the scalding meat of her cunt, gurgling as her juices smeared across his balls.

Kyle was amazed. She was hotter than she'd ever been before. He wondered what so special about this particular night. But the thoughts floated from his brain as the heat of her cunt rose to a boiling point around his prick. His back muscles knotted, and his balls slapped against her ass as he thrust his cock into the warm depths of her pussy.

And still she cried for more.

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me! Kill me with your big prick! Ream me with your hot meat until I split in two!"

"Take it, baby! Grip me hard with your pussy. Tear my prick off with your sweet fucking pussy!" The pace grew frantic as father and daughter clawed at one another. Melissa's hands raked across his back and ass, raising huge red welts. Her legs hurled around him, her heels beating a tattoo against the flesh of his ass.

At the same time, Kyle was kneading her rounded buttocks, driving her hips wildly over his massive prick. His body was no more than a blur as his pistoning hips knifed like a jackhammer hit her writhing body. He pounded her adolescent body into the mattress as the cries and grunts of their passion shattered the stillness of the room.

"Daddy… Oh, Daddy! I'm going to come! Pound me! Make me come! Come!"

"Together, baby," he cried. "We'll come together!"

With his last ounce of strength. Kyle arched up on his hands. His body bent like a bow as he drove his cock violently into her clutching hole. His prick pounded at the inner walls of the dribbling cavern, driving her in his fury into the bliss of first orgasm.

Melissa's body seemed to shatter as the first devastating waves of her climax surged through her. Her arms flew out to her sides, and her fists pounded on the bed as wave after wave of sheer exploding ecstasy blew like fireworks in her belly.

Kyle joined in her bucking dance as his balls shot their load with volcanic fury. Blast after crippling blast of white-hot cum spewed into his daughter's convulsing pussy. His body quaked helplessly as every muscle dissolved beneath the flood of his agonized bliss.

At last it was over. Kyle wiled from her, his arms flying out as he pulled his cock to the open [missing text].

"Oh, Daddy," Melissa moaned from beside him, "you fuck so good."

"So do you, baby… so do you."

She rolled to her elbow and stared down into his smiling face. "Then, since both of us fuck so good, Daddy, then we shouldn't mind sharing us, should we?"

His smile faded. "What?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you about. You know Mark and Kay, the kids next door, don't you?"

It was a whole new world for both of them and they knew it. But neither of them did anything about it until they had both relayed to each other what the two had told them the previous evening.

By that time, they had completely consumed one pitcher of martinis and were halfway through a second. Kyle was pouring, and having one hell of a time finding Mona's glass.

"Whoops. You know what?"

"Yeah, we're both a little drunk," Mona said.

"You're right." Their eyes met. "I suppose we're lousy parents."

"I suppose," she replied. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I don't give a fuck."

"Neither do I," Mona said, placing her glass on the coffee table and rising. She moved to him until the tips of her jutting tits nearly touched his shirt. "You know it's silly, and I know it's silly."

"What's silly?" His words were slurring.

"Dad? You think we ought to rectify that?"

He sat the martini pitcher on the table and looked deeply into her eyes. "You don't mind that my son is fucking your daughter?"

"Hell, no," Mona said. "Do you mind that my son is fucking your daughter?"

"Why should I?" Kyle chucked. "I got there first."

"Then none of them should mind that their daddy and mommy are fucking each other."

Kyle pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. She responded, arching her hips in to him and teasing the back of his neck. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. "You smell so fresh."

She got it, but not in words. Instead of saying anything, Kyle stepped back and held her arms length, letting his eyes move slowly over her. Then he reached out and began to unbutton her shirt. "What about supper?" she asked.

"Let it wait," he answered, drawing the red and black garment from her jeans and pushing it down her arms. She started to assist him but, he stopped her. "Let me," he said hoarsely, reaching behind her and undoing the hook of her bra. The garment fell away and he closed his hands over the huge mounds of her tits as he kissed her again. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped her. "Don't do anything," he said, as he moved his hands over her tits.

In a minute or two, he began tugging at the nipples, bringing them up to full erectness. Slowly, he moved his lips down her throat and on to one hard tip. As his teeth closed over, his hands worked her jeans open and began pushing them and her panties over the flare of her hips. Then he sank to the floor and pulled her jeans and sheer panties to her ankles. She steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder and let him strip her of her boots and clothing.

From his kneeling position, Kyle looked up at her and smiled. She shifted her hand a little and stroked his cheek. Then his hands slid smoothly up the backs of her legs to her ass. He pulled her hips forward to his knowing mouth. His tongue stabbed out and pushed through her cuntlips and she moaned as he sucked her with his mouth while his hands massaged her buttocks and moved them in circular patterns.

His mouth touched her clitoris and she sagged a little. She loved being loved this way, but she was too impatient to have him in other ways to stand much of this now.

"No more," she whispered. "I want to undress you."

He nodded and her nimble fingers quickly opened his shirt and stripped it off. Then she dropped to her knees and removed his shoes and socks. Rising a little, she ran her hands over his hairy chest and touched her lips to his nipples and then his navel before undoing his belt and fly. As she pulled his trousers and under shorts down, her mouth closed around his dick and she pressed her head toward his body, until she had as much of him in her mouth as she could get. Her tongue raced around the length of his shaft and she caught the base of it in one hand, bouncing the dangling balls in her other hand as she nibbled on the head. Then it was his turn to beg for a halt.