Ron Evans - Daughter joins the orgy

Gasping and panting breathlessly, Rusty pumped her crotch up against his wild thrusts, her cuntlips making loud, juicy sounds as they gripped and squeezed his lurching cock. Her heels pounded against his hard, clenching ass and she whimpered in ecstasy as his cock started to pour huge, thick wads of jism into her straining cunt.

"Oooohhhhh, Christ!" Rusty cried, her snug cunt overflowing with Paul's cum dribbling and drooling down over the crack of her wildly humping ass.

Finally, Paul rolled over to one side. Even then, Rusty continued to heave and buck her hips, her pussylips quivering and spasming helplessly. Her mouth was slack and her eyes were dazed with lewd pleasure.

"Oh, that was great, Paul," she squealed when she finally managed to catch her breath. She rolled over onto her side and faced him. "That was better 'n anything! Much better 'n I ever thought anything could be!"

Paul grinned at her. "Yeah. But did you like it?"

Rusty giggled and looked down at his limp, greasy cock. It was covered with slimy cum and traces of her own blood. She took a deep breath. The room reeked of sweat and jism and thick horny desire. She filled her lungs with the strong aroma, feeling more alive at the moment than she ever had before.

Almost without thinking about what she was doing, she scooted over and curled up between his legs, hungrily licking and sucking his shriveled cock. Immediately, she felt his shaft begin to stiffen under her eager little tongue.

Paul propped himself up on his elbows and gazed down at his hot-assed young sister, his eyes gleaming with lust. She looked back at him from between his legs, her mouth and tongue busy rebuilding his mammoth cock. He caught the impishly wanton glint in her eyes, and it startled him.

If anyone had told him one short hour ago that his little sister would turn out to be such a sexy, delicious, superb piece of ass, he would have laughed at them.

Yet here she was, crouched between his legs, slurping and sucking insatiably at his hardening prick. She was about as completely turned on as anyone he'd ever seen!

"How long do you think it'll take you to get hard again, Paul?" she asked, jacking his cock with one hand and playing with his balls with the other.

"The way you're carrying on down there, not long."

"Oh good!" she giggled.

"Why? What did you have in mind?"

"Well," she answered coyly. "Mom and Daddy won't be home until real late, so we've plenty of time."

"Time?" he asked, grinning down at her. "Time for what?"

"Time for you to fuck me again! And this time I'd like you to screw my ass! I wanna blow you again and make you cum in my mouth, and…"

Paul flopped back against the mattress, groaning loudly.

But he was smiling.

The next week went by happily for the two Andrews women. Valerie was getting fucked regularly by both her husband and her son, and Rusty was getting it just as regularly from her brother. The only one with any reason to complain was Paul, who was now trying to service two hot pussied females instead of just one. He was, however, too delighted at his own good luck to complain about anything.

Gradually, Valerie began to suspect that something was going on without her knowledge. Paul's stamina began to lessen, for one thing. Instead of cumming three and sometimes four times in one session, he started to tire easily. For another thing, Rusty was going around the house humming to herself, almost glowing with joy and contentment.

Valerie put two and two together and got a possible answer that made her clit tingle. She could be wrong, of course. While she was pretty sure that both of her children were fucking with someone, she wasn't positive that it was with each other. But the idea of her well-hung son screwing her sweet little daughter filled the horny woman with lewd excitement.

She tried to picture the two of them together in bed, Rusty's slim young thighs wrapped snugly around Paul's waist, while he plowed that big, handsome cock of his into her wet little pussy. The longer she held the picture in her mind, the more turned-on she became, until, suddenly it wasn't Paul with Rusty any more. Now she was rolling back and forth on the bed with her daughter, fucking her long tongue into that creamy young slit.

Valerie hadn't had any good pussy in a hell of a long time, not since that delicious brunette had come around last year, selling cosmetics door-to-door.

Valerie was seated in the living room that Saturday afternoon, trying to figure out a safe way to approach Rusty, when her young daughter came in from outside.

Rusty also had a problem, actually the same one her mother had. Paul had been telling her some pretty wild stories about some of the sessions he'd had with their mother and had shown her some magazines be bad. The pictures in the magazines were of various people performing wonderfully obscene sex acts. One in particular contained nothing but color close-ups of lovely girls and women together, usually giving each other head.

Paul had sucked her pussy often enough, but the thought of having another girl do it was especially thrilling to the sluttish teenager. Naturally, as soon as she thought of another woman, she thought of her mother. From what she'd seen with her own eyes, and from what Paul told her, it was certain that she was wanton enough to be more than willing to go down on her own daughter.

So while Valerie was trying to think of a way to get Rusty into bed, Rusty was lost in thought on the same problem.

"Rusty, what's the matter with your leg?" Valerie said. She had noticed that Rusty was walking with a slight limp.

"Oh, nothing. I tripped on the steps at school and banged my crotch. I think I pulled a muscle. It'll be okay." Actually, Paul had ass fucked her a bit harder than usual the day before and her whole groin was still a little stiff.

"Well, come over here and pull down your shorts and I'll make sure it's okay."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, they both realized that this might be the answer to their problem.

In denim shorts and halter top, Rusty walked over to where her mother was sitting on the sofa and stood directly in front of her. Unsnapping the front of her shorts, she pushed them and her skimpy panties down to her ankles.

"It hurts a little right through here," the sexy teen said, rubbing her fingertip over the smooth area where her firm thigh joined her belly.

Valerie scooted forward to the edge of the couch and stared at Rusty's hairy cunt at close range. The plump little twatlips quivered slightly only inches from her face. Eyes shining lustily, Valerie brushed the tip of her finger lightly over her daughter's pink clit. "Does that hurt?"

"No, Mom," Rusty whispered, trying to make her voice sound as sexily grown-up as possible. "But keep doing it anyway!"

Valerie glanced up at the teenager's saucy face, then smiled significantly. "Oh? If it doesn't hurt, then does it feel good?" She tweaked the tender little clit between thumb and forefinger.

Rusty's breath hissed through her clenched teeth.

"Well, does it feel good?" Valerie asked.

"Hell, yes!" Rusty squealed, spreading her thighs apart and pushing her loins out toward those wonderful, knowing fingers. "But your tongue would feel even better!"

Again Valerie and her daughter gazed understandingly into each other's eyes. Then the horny mother leaned forward and cupped her hands over Rusty's asscheeks. Holding her steady, Valerie planted a wet, loving kiss on her daughter's swollen young clit, teasing at it with the tip of her tongue. After lapping at the aroused little clit for a moment or two, she began sliding her wide tongue up and down the smooth, slippery cuntlips, gliding over the hot, oily flesh in long, slow swipes.