Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

On the bed, Marie moaned and stirred softly, her hips still jerking in spasms. With a sigh, Vivian got off the bed and unstrapped the dildo, hefting it fondly in her fingers.

She didn't really have any friends in this world, not even her sulky brother. This ten-inch lady-killer was her best friend, and to hell with the rest of them. In the next few weeks, her best friend would find its way around town to terrify and thrill a number of girls and women – including Marie's teenage daughter, little Sally Owens and the overripe but still eager town librarian.

She unchained Marie, and after a stiff drink to relax her shattered nerves, and a surprisingly tender ass-licking from the contrite nurse, Marie was on her way home.

On the way out of Vivian's apartment, a sudden thought flashed in her mind and she asked the nurse if she could borrow her dildo for a few days.

Sensing Marie intended to turn on at least one other girl, Vivian quickly consented. She recalled the saying, 'what goes around comes around'.

Whatever Marie got into, Vivian knew she'd ultimately get into as well.

And while the nurse had never met Marie's daughter, she'd heard Marie proudly talk about her. And deep down, she knew what went on in the housewife's feverish mind.

The same depraved, red-hot thoughts of savage lust that went on in her own.

In the absence of her best friend, Vivian would just have to make the most of her brother's thrilling cock. But she had no idea of what was going on in his angry mind…

The next day was one of hot curiosity and rising excitement for Phil Jenkins.

After a frantic quickie with Sally Owens in his theater office the night before, the girl had fended off his questions about whether she'd seen Cindy yet.

Sally told him she was working on it.

She'd also told him to come by her house this afternoon at exactly three-thirty, not a minute earlier or later. She'd told him the front door would be open, and where her bedroom was. And that was all she would tell him.

Always one who loved surprises, Sally planned to simply have Phil walk in on herself and Cindy while they were making it. Nor did she give Phil's luscious daughter any warning either. Let it all hit the fan, through Sally joyfully.

It would hit the fan all right. But not the way the tawny nympho so exuberantly planned…

At three-thirty sharp, Phil parked his car in front of Sally's shabby house. The neighborhood was seedy and run-down and he felt a sharp twinge of pity for Sally. Christ, if he had his way he'd adopt the little mink and treat her like his own daughter.

Or the way he'd love to treat his own daughter.

Gently, he opened the front door and crept over to Sally's bedroom. The door was ajar and wild moans and gasps were coming from inside the room. Phil opened the door wide and his eyes bulged.

The naked little nympho and his own teenage daughter were locked in an eager sixty-nine, their ripe young bodies heaving and rocking on the mattress, their mouths burrowed to each other's silky crotches.

His rod leaping wildly, Phil softly shut the door behind him. Neither girl could see him with their faces hotly buried in each other's pussies, but he had a feeling Sally knew he was there.

Jesus, he'd never seen anything so obscenely beautiful, so wantonly hot and lust-inspiring as the two luscious girls devouring each other with lewd joy!

Naked, Cindy was far more voluptuous and sexy than he'd imagined, so silky and ripe and hotly curved Phil thought he'd shoot off in his pants, on the spot.

Instead, he quietly began to strip, as quickly as possible. He had the biggest hard-on of his life, surging and pounding with raw lust, quivering with mad eagerness.

The moment he was naked, before he could even take a step toward the bed, Cindy, who was on top of Sally, brought her head up for a gulp of air.

And almost fainted with shock.

"Dad! Oh, God! Oh shit!"

Cindy's face turned chalk-white when she realized he'd been watching her eat Sally's pussy. It took ten more numb seconds to realize that he, too, was naked.

With a colossal throbbing hard-on that made her tremble from head to toe with sheer excitement.

Now Sally sat up, grinning with triumph. "It's okay, honey." She slapped Cindy on the ass playfully. "He's my guest, too. I think you two know each other, so I guess I won't have to introduce you."

Cindy slowly turned her shocked eyes to Sally. "You mean… you planned all this?"

"Why not?" Sally shrugged. "You told me yourself yesterday you'd love to make it with him, remember? And let me tell you something, Cindy – he's damn good too! I ought to know," she added proudly.

"Now, don't be nervous, Cindy," Phil said awkwardly, coming toward the bed, his eyes raking over his daughter's lush, heaving tits and down to her moist, sleek thighs. She was as stunning and juicy as her mother was at the same age, and he was positive Cindy was still a cherry. Technically, anyway, unless Sally took it with her greedy little fingers.

"I won't hurt you, baby," Phil said hoarsely, sitting on the edge of the bed and cupping her hot tits in his fingers to make her moan. "I know you're still a virgin, and…"

"No, I'm not, Daddy!" she blurted out.

"I'm not talking about Sally," he went on, the feel of her gorgeous breasts in his fingers coaxing a huge milky drop of jism out of his knob. Quickly, Sally nuzzled down to scoop it up with her tongue, making him gasp. "I mean, I know you've never had sex with a boy…"

"But I have, Daddy," whispered Cindy, her pussy throbbing eagerly as she watched Sally lasciviously lick at her father's quivering rod.

"You have?" he said, stunned. "Who?"

"Don." When he looked puzzled, Cindy added, "You know, your son – my brother, Daddy. The other night."

A furious rage boiled up in Phil. That little sonofabitch! Beating his own father to the punch, in his own house probably! Right under his nose, the greedy little bastard! Stealing his own innocent daughter's cherry, the perverted, arrogant prick!

Phil had a good mind to go home, drag his tomcat kid out in the back yard and whale the shit out of him.

Except that he knew he couldn't do it, not any more, not to Don, who by now towered over his father and was in much better shape physically.

On second thought, Phil began to chuckle with admiration. Sneaky little bastard beat him to the punch, which proved he was a chip off the old stud. Rage was quickly replaced by paternal pride. What the hell, at least Cindy had lost it to someone in the family!

Then, with a soft moan, Cindy was impatiently pushing Sally aside and nuzzling her own hot lips to Phil's throbbing erection, beginning to suck on his cock with feverish lust, strange thrills rippling through her lips and tongue.

Now Sally pushed Phil back on her bed while Cindy eagerly went down on him and the younger girl rubbed her burning tits to his face, then began to creep upward, grinding her hot belly to his face.

And suddenly Phil realized that while his own naked daughter was whipping her wet, frenzied lips up and down on his hard-on, the cunning younger girl was suddenly sitting on his face!

He grabbed her tawny ass in his fingers and started lapping at her juicy little cunt, not minding at all since his own reward was hotly sucking him off at the same time.

This was the first triangle for both Sally and Cindy, and both girls were madly aroused for their own particular reasons. Sally because, while she lewdly ground her throbbing slit to Phil's mouth, she could watch a beautiful naked girl work her ripe lips over a massive hard-on, Sally's personal favorite.

And Cindy because she was giving her handsome, wildly-hung father a feverish blowjob, fulfilling at last one of her most secret and obscene fantasies, a wanton desire that had been tormenting her for so many years she couldn't recall her first erotic flash.