David Crane - Turned on twins

Her cunt, already fucked to whipped cream by the rubber dick, was being drained into his lips. He tongued out mouthfuls of cunt juice and let the savory oil slide back into his parched throat, swallowing it down and finding it better than the rarest cognac.

Charity moaned and her hips darted from side to side, her ass flashing and her back arched.

She came in his fact.

For an instant, as her orgasm tore through her, her head faltered on his dong… but a moment later, as her own thrill passed, the thirsty girl was gulping merrily away on his cock once again, her head falling in a steady rhythm while her lips and tongue and cheeks pulled and massaged up and down his stalk. She was dying for a drink from her daddy's dick.

Anderson was still lapping her pussy, licking up the cunt juice that had eluded his lips and run down her crotch; he began hiking up from the bed, fucking into his daughter's eager face as it descended.

"Come," she sighed. "Come in my mouth, Daddy… Let me swallow your sweet cream…"

Anderson groaned as the thrill knotted in his loins. Suddenly his balls exploded.

Charity's head was buffeted and rocked by the force of his hot ejaculation. His geyser burst forth, whitewashing her tonsils and skimming across the roof of her mouth as it sped back into her throat.

Like a salmon fighting its way upstream to spawn, Charity forced her head down against that rising stream, taking all of his cock into her mouth as it continued to shoot great wads of thick jism down her throat.

She gulped load after load from his cockhead as his long-neglected balls pushed the sweet sap up the tube. Even after the spasms ceased, the cum continued to pour from his cockhead in loops and coils. It was the first time he'd come in a woman in three years and the deluge was titanic, but the greedy, cum-hungry girl slurped up every drop and sucked for more.

When his cock stopped spurting and dripping, she pulled her lips away and tongued it – and it stayed rampant. Delighted, but not wanting to get her hopes up prematurely, she raised her head and paused for a moment, eyeing his dick. It continued to stand in a hard, meaty tower, even without, benefit of her caressing tongue or massaging lips. It had not diminished in the slightest. It was absolutely as big and as hard as it had been when she'd first slipped it into her mouth.

In fact, if anything, that splendid prick seemed to be growing even larger.

She gurgled with joy, dropping her head and once more laying that smooth knob with her hot tongue. His peckerhead felt like a wad of iron cast in velvet, she thought. She lapped at him for another joyous moment, then rose up. She had already had a mouthful of hot meat and steaming cum. Now it was time for a cuntful of the same wonderful cock.

She drew her crotch away from his upturned face.

Anderson's eyes were closed. He continued to lick at the air for an instant, as if unaware that he had been deprived of that succulent snatch.

By the time he realized that her pussy was no longer in his face, the nimble girl had twisted around and was kneeling over him, astride his thighs, with his dick jutting up in front of her belly as if it were sprouting from her own crotch.

She bent down and ran her tongue up his prick again, tracing along the prominent ventral vein. She rubbed his knob against her soft titties; then she straightened and pushed her belly out so that her wet, parted cunt lips were clutching against the base of his shaft. Her cunt pulsed. Her lips seemed to be kissing the underside of his cock lovingly and tenderly, while her clit, like a small tongue, lapped at him.

She rose up slowly, tightening her trim thighs.

Jonathan watched her hairy cunt slide up his dick, then slip over the top. His cockhead lodged in her slot. She hovered there, like a flagpole sitter atop his tall pole, her whole slender body quivering with expectation. Then she pushed her twat down over his prick like a wet sheath onto a sword.

She pushed down all the way, sheathing him to the hilt in that slippery scabbard. Her cunt lips parted against his belly, gripping the root of his rod like a carnivorous plant starting to devour a succulent, elongated insect.

Holding him inside her to the hilt, she said, "Shall we fuck now, Daddy?"

It was purely rhetorical.

The lust-crazed fellow gasped, then nodded.

As wonderful as her lips and tongue and mouth had felt, that sensation paled beside the thrill of her talented pussy. She started working her cunt muscles, not yet rising and falling on his dork but simply massaging him with those expert, clutching cushions. Her hole closed up his rod in a series of wet rings, running up from the root to the knob, then enveloped that bulging crown in a cushion of seething cunt flesh.

Anderson responded by tightening his cock muscles so that the big plunger swelled and shrunk rhythmically up her twat, going in and out like a lung, or beating like an excited heart. They held that full penetration for a few moments, using only their sexual muscles to fondle each other.

Then Charity began to ride his dick. Her lithe thighs tensed, lifting her up until only his big purple knob was in her, then relaxed, as she slid back down to the hilt of the long wand. She repeated the stroke.

Anderson fell into counterpointal tempo with his daughter, pushing his ass up from the bed as her cunt descended, then screwing back as she pulled up his dong. They moved faster and harder. Her cunt lips were unfurled so widely that they came down over his prick like the canopy of a parachute fluttering to the earth. They sucked at his belly. Her greedy gash seemed to be trying to slurp his balls up inside her, to drag his whole crotch into her twat. She corkscrewed from the waist, rippling down her pussy like a nut winding around a screw. Then she slammed down straight and hard, taking his prick without embellishments into the very depths of her smoldering cunt. She leaned forward so that his rod passed across her cunt, then back so that, looking down his own torso, he could watch his fat dick vanish up her pink hole.

His cock was so swollen flow that it was stuffing her to the brim and spreading her hole wide. It felt like a telephone pole as it transfixed her slender loins… or a cattle prod, shooting electric spasms into her flesh via the conductor of cunt juice through which it slid.

The shameless girl was in ecstasy. The fact that it was her own father who was fucking her added immeasurably to the thrill that his dong was giving her. Seventeen years ago, she had sprung from his loins; now that safety valve of those loins had returned to her own loins and was about to fill her with the same stuff from which she had come.

The thought drove her wild.

"Come! Come!" she wailed. "Oh, shoot that boiling jism up my cunt now!"

He banged up harder and faster, eager to comply.

Charity threw her head back and her tits out. She switched her face from side to side amidst a flowing cascade of golden hair. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed with pure lust.

She was coming again, her pussy creaming on his cock.

Then he erupted in her, his cum hosing the depths of her twat with a heavy foam. He shot once, twice and yet a third time, each load as powerful as the first, pouring his quicksilver cum into her cream-filled hole with wild abandon.

At last, drained, he lay still. Charity, filled with joy and jism, rocked back and forth on his dick for a few moments. Then she stretched out on top of him and hugged him affectionately.

Anderson waited for the shame to hit him.

It didn't come.

His rational mind told the man that he should be filled with misgivings and remorse… that now that his balls had been emptied regret should rush in to fill the void.