Ron Evans - Daughter joins the orgy

"Mmmmmm!" Valerie moaned. "Oohhhh, Paul, I can't stand it! I feel so horny!"

"You have to stand it, don't you?" Paul teased her. "There's nothing else you can do!" He added a little jerking motion, twitching his cock maddeningly against the slobbering lips of her cunt. He was determined to make her cum at least once before he really started fucking her.

"Oohhh, Paul, darling. I can feel myself getting ready to cum! I'm gonna cum, baby, I just have to!"

"Go right ahead."

"Please, baby, help me! Fuck me!" she begged. Instead, he slowed the tempo of his rotating shaft, bringing a wail of frustration from her mouth. Chuckling, he reached down and tweaked the fat red tips of her tits between thumb and forefinger.

"How's that, Mom?" he taunted. "Better?"

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Valerie screamed. "I'm gonna cum, darling! Ooohhhh, shit!"

Paul maintained the same slow, steady pace as he gazed down at his orgasming mother. Finally, her high-pitched howls and whimpers, dissolved and she lay quietly on the bed, weak and limp. A small smile of wanton pleasure curled her lips.

Now Paul began to fuck her! He slipped both hands down under her, gripping the round, fleshy cheeks of her ass, and suddenly slammed the full length of his swollen cockshaft into her snug pussy. The firm head of his prick bounced inside her cunt and he was halfway back put before she could respond.

"Ooooohhhhhh!" she shrieked, her eyes opening wide, her mouth pulling back over her teeth. She raised her legs and snapped them tightly around his waist like a warm vise, trying to pull his prick deeper into her steaming fuckhole.

Paul settled down for a long session of fucking. From the way the smooth, slippery walls of her cunt were squeezing and pulling at his cock, he doubted he'd last as long as he wanted, but he was determined to make it last as long as he could.

He plowed in and out of her hot, churning pussy in fast, sharp strokes, ramming his groin into hers, slapping the crack of her ass with his huge, cumfilled balls. Her cuntwalls rippled and tightened, her clit throbbed against the top of his shaft as he drilled into her cream-soaked cunt.

"Yes, Paul, oh, yes, darling fuck me, Paul, fuck me to death, baby, harder, oohhh, harder, you sweet fucker!" Valerie babbled, tossing her head from side to side and staring sightlessly at the ceiling. "I'm gonna cum again, baby, I'm fuckin' gonna fuckin' cum again!"

Paul stretched out over her writhing body, holding her down on the bed with his weight. His hard, stiff prick continued to slash and batter into her gushing fuckhole.

And still he hadn't cum. Valerie orgasmed strongly, then she began to quiver and twitch in a heap of sweaty flesh. But before she could relax completely, Paul reared up, yanking his big cock out of her clutching cunt brutally and flipping her over onto her belly. Quickly he gripped her around the waist and pulled her up onto her knees. Without any warning, be pried apart her lush asscheeks and thrust his huge cock deep into the snug, creamy tunnel of her shitter.

Valerie's whole body went stiff and she screamed from the combination of pain and pleasure that was ripping through her asshole. She began humping back against his savage cockshaft, her voice turning soft and sexy with sluttish joy. Her shithole was completely stuffed with thick, hot prick.

Paul began fucking in and out of her asshole rapidly, grinding his hairy crotch against her soft, wiggly asscheeks at the end of every in-stroke. He gritted his teeth and groaned loudly. He knew he wouldn't last long in her tight, juicy shitter. Already he could feel the cum start to bubble and churn in his hard, fat balls.

Valerie reached down between her trembling thighs and started fingerfucking her own pussy, plowing three long fingers into her drooling slit, diddling her greasy little clit with her thumb. She whimpered and cooed in delight, feeling another shattering orgasm burst over her.

At almost the same second, Paul slammed the entire length of his twitching cock into her snug shitter and started spurting long, ropy gobs of jism deep into her bowels. He held onto her waist tightly and pumped and splattered his hot cum into her pulsating asshole.

Rusty studied her body carefully in the full length mirror on her bedroom wall, standing straight, with her feet apart and her shoulders back.

She had her mother's rich chestnut hair. It swirled down over her shoulders, framing her saucy young face. Her tits weren't as big as Valerie's, of course, but they were firm and round and they jutted up nicely at the pink tips. Her waist was slender and her belly was flat, centered by a cute little round navel. Her asscheeks flowed out gracefully, just the least bit plump. Her legs were slender, with shapely calves and flawless thighs. Her thick, downy muff was the same deep reddish brawn as the hair on her head, and beneath the fuzzy triangle was a mouthwateringly beautiful cunt, with plump pink lips and a sensitive little clit.

Rusty smiled at her reflection in the mirror and blew herself a kiss. Just then she heard the front door bang and knew that Paul was home from school. Quickly she slipped into a short bathrobe and hurried out of her bedroom.

She found him in the kitchen, munching on a sandwich.

"Hi, squirt!" he said, greeting her.

"Hi, Paul. Gettin' any?" She said, busying herself by getting a soft drink out of the refrigerator. When she turned to face him, he was frowning thoughtfully at her.

"What's that crack supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing." She opened the can and took a long sip, leaning back against the front of the sink, both legs out in front of her. She crossed her ankles and managed to make the bottom of her short robe gap open almost to the crotch. Paul's eyes flicked down briefly to her sleek thighs.

Paul took another bite out of his sandwich. He was asking herself whether or not his kid sister knew about him and their mother, and, if she did, whether or not she'd squeal to their father.

Finally, he asked. "What's on your mind, squirt?" Best to find out the worst right now, he told himself.

"I saw what you and Mom were up to when I came home from school yesterday afternoon," Rusty told him calmly.

"Oh?" He tried to sound as calm as she was. He was concerned, but not really worried. He could sense a bribe coming. "Where is Mom, anyway?"

"Daddy had to work late tonight again, so she went downtown to do some shopping and then they're going to eat out and they won't be home until late," Rusty said. Then, as if he hadn't tried to change the subject, she continued. "I saw Mom jack you off between her tits and I saw you fuck her in the ass!"

"How much, squirt?" Paul suddenly asked.

"Well, you could stop calling me squirt."

"Okay. You got it. What else?"

Rusty pushed herself away from the sink and stood directly in front of him. "Paul, I'm not trying to blackmail you! Whatever you and Mom did, or have done, or will do, is between you and Mom as far as I'm concerned. And Daddy will never learn of it from me, I promise you that!"

"Then why the hell did you bother to bring it up?"

Rusty stepped back and opened the front of her robe, letting it fall back over her shoulders and drop to the floor. "I just thought I might be able to horn in on some of the action."

"Huh?" Paul sounded both surprised and shocked. He looked at his sister's delicious young body and suddenly his mind was filled with images of himself fucking and sucking with the sweetly curved teenager. His heart hammered against his chest as he pictured himself lying between those slim, smooth thighs, driving his hard cock in and out of her aroused little pussy.

"I don't want money, or drugs, or for you to wash the dishes when I'm, supposed to," Rusty whispered. "I only want one thing. I just wanna get fucked!"