Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

And the girl summoned all her skill and passion as she went down on Phil's pounding rod, sucking fiercely for a solid minute and then tonguing his knob lasciviously, then dipping her mouth down to lick and suck on his hairy balls while she jerked his shaft in her hot fist, profound thrills singing in her blood as she felt her father's huge prick quiver powerfully in response.

Suddenly Sally, still rubbing her soaked pussy eagerly to Phil's trapped mouth, hunched forward over him, almost face to face with Cindy. She pried Cindy's fist loose from Phil's hard-on and jerked it in her own tight fist, while Cindy continued moaning and sucking on the rest of it.

Beneath the two panting, gasping girls Phil was in a paradise of his own, being passionately blown by luscious Cindy while Sally rode her boiling pussy on his mouth in hot orgasms, her honey streaming into his throat in a sweet burning flood.

For a man who had firm principles about staying away from jail-bait, Phil was suddenly discovering that having torrid sex with two young chicks – one of them his own gorgeous daughter – was more than worth the risk. Between Cindy's fiery mouth sucking him off feverishly, and Sally's tight fist helping her along, Phil was shooting his thick load into Cindy's eager mouth in less than two minutes, a creamy flood that brought frantic moans of happiness from his daughter.

But before he'd finished shooting off, Sally was suddenly wrenching Cindy's head away from his spurting rod to catch the last of his ejaculation.

And at the same time coming on Phil's trapped mouth with her gushing pussy, rubbing it and smearing his face with obscene delight.

"Well, Goddamn, Sally!" Cindy snapped. "You don't have to be a little pig about it!"

Grinning, Sally sat up with a deep sigh and Phil had to forcibly push her steaming crotch off his face. He sat up, heaving for breath.

"Girls, girls," he said patiently, "let's not squabble now. I'm sure there'll be enough for both of you."

And as his lovely daughter sulked at Sally, the irony and the enormity of his situation struck Phil. Shit, they were nothing but schoolgirls, hot juicy adolescents with lips and pussies that had more fire and wanton fervor than most stacked, swinging women. And they were fighting over him, over his big dick, not over some strapping, hulking football player or college kid.

Which made him, at forty-two, feel very, very good.

The passionate girls didn't fight over Phil, but they did fawn over him and vie for his attention, Sally fondling his stiffening cock while Cindy Frenched his mouth and dug her silky hot tits into his chest. Blissfully, Phil felt as if he were being suffocated in a sea of velvety sweet flesh, of ripening tits and succulent asses, fiery lips and greedy fingers, and always the fragrance of sweet young cunt wafted up to his nostrils.

He should have known that as he wallowed in the sunshine of his erotic glory, there just had to be a dark storm cloud on the horizon. Whenever things went this fabulously, fate had a way of silently creeping up and ramming it to you, always twisting in deep…

But for the moment, at least, Phil was hot and primed like a raging bull. He nudged Cindy over on her belly, telling her to hunch her knees under her so that her ripe ass loomed out, her pink pussy eagerly sucking beneath her cheeks.

"Don and I did it dog-style," Cindy panted. "I like it this way, Daddy!"

That greedy sonofabitch of a son of his apparently beat him to everything, Phil seethed. And gazing at Cindy's adorably tiny asshole, he knew with a conviction that Don had taken that cherry too.

Talk about a chip off the old pecker!

Kneeling behind her, Phil seized Cindy's naked asscheeks in his strong fingers. He guided his thick knob inside her wet pussylips, gasping with excitement when Cindy wriggled her slit on it with lewd rapture.

"Oh, Daddy, shove it all in – don't be bashful! Just go ahead and… unnnnh…! Ooooo! Aaaaaah…! Unnnnf!"

"Hey, baby, nice, nice!" groaned Phil, sucking in his breath sharply at the tight, slippery power of her boiling cunt. He commenced fucking his panting daughter with slow thrusts of his fleshy rod, easing it deeper and harder with each lunge.

Watching with wild eyes, Sally too was getting madly aroused, searching for an opening for herself. She could rape Cindy's hot mouth, but she'd already done that to her – and to her father too. Besides, she really wanted Phil's throbbing meat, which was fully occupied.

Never daunted, Sally scrambled around to the edge of the bed, behind Phil and his fiercely moaning daughter. Getting on her back between both their legs, she managed to crawl up between their thighs, her face just beneath Phil's pounding prick and Cindy's eagerly sucking cunt.

Now the younger girl joined in the fray, lustfully licking at Phil's dangling balls for a minute, then clutching the base of his thick cock in her fist and jerking it in a fever of excitement, while her lips sought out Cindy's exposed clit, just above Phil's pumping rod.

She sucked on it ravenously and instantly Cindy was screaming and clawing at the mattress beneath her, swinging her ass joyfully as she came simultaneously on her father's plunging dick and in Sally's waiting mouth.

"Ah, Cindy, honey, baby, wheeewww, shit, terrific pussy, darling, aaaaah, mmmmmf! Yeah, swing it, Cindy! Wowww!"

For all of Sally's juicy cunt-power, for all her frenzied hot fucking tricks, Phil's own daughter was still the most luscious, exciting, thrilling piece of pussy he'd ever had, and that included his wife, who'd been fantastic in her day.

Phil forgot this was the first time he'd ever made it with two sexy young girls at the same time, or that the lusty feel of Sally's lips and tongue on his balls and her fingers jerking furiously on his meat fired his excitement feverishly.

But there was no denying the wild, luscious spasms of Cindy's burning pussy now hugging his cock eagerly, or the delicious feel of her hot naked ass wriggling wantonly into his groin each time he slammed forward, gorging her savagely.

"Shoot it in me, Daddy!" cried Cindy, tears of joy streaming down her face as she thrashed her cunt in a new fiery orgasm. "Gimme your cum, hurry! Now, now now, Daddy! Mmmmmmf! Fuck me harder, ooooo, deeper, hotter, more, shit, yes, coming againnnnn! Oh, Daddy, I love it, your big beautiful prick!"

At that moment the vulgar words streaming so naturally from his daughter's lips did as much to trigger his rocks off as the lewd feel of her hotly sucking pussy and Sally's stroking fist and obscene tongue.

Phil came in gasps and thick spatters in Cindy's trembling cunt, feeling himself being milked feverishly by Sally's fist at the same time.

The three of them were so absorbed in their squirming, sweating orgy they weren't aware that a woman stood in the doorway. Her eyes blazed on them in shock and fury.

Only when Phil was slipping his cock out with a deep sigh of satisfaction, did she speak: "You! Sally Owens, you Goddamn tramp! What's going on here? Who in the hell are these people? And just what do you think you're doing down there, you little pervert! Speak up and explain this, and you'd better make it fast," she seethed, "before I call the cops! Which I'm gonna do anyway! Well?"

At the sound of the sharp hoarse voice Phil wheeled his head around, startled. A sinking sensation settled in his stomach. She was about forty and she looked more than half-drunk. And he didn't have to ask who she was – he just knew it was Sally's mother.

Still jerking her hips with her lingering orgasm, Cindy looked over at her, panting, her eyes widening with alarm.

Sally had crawled out from beneath Cindy's thighs and sat up, licking pussy-juice off her lips, staring back at her mother with bold defiance.