Ray Todd - Mom,Dad and daughter

"That's it, Dad!" she shouted out, excitedly throwing her head back. "Fuck it to me, honey. Just fuck the piss out of me!"

"Hang on then!" her father panted, slamming his massive rod harder and deeper into her writhing twat. "Take this and this and this!"

"Harder, Dad!" she squealed. "It feels so fuckin' good! Harder! Harder!"

Rapidly slamming his cock into the girl's overly heated slit with all his strength, he had his wildly aroused daughter screaming with joy.

"It's so good, Dad," she whimpered as he lustily fucked into her. "That's gotta be the neatest fuckin' cock in the world."

As he rhythmically slammed his huge boner into the girl's dripping fuck-hole, Melanie could feel her dad's big sweaty balls slapping wetly against her sweet ass.

"Oh, sweet Dad," she sobbed, clutching him more tightly in her arms. "Fuck me harder! Just bang the livin' shit out of me!"

"You sweet horny darling," he panted, drilling into her tight cunt for all he was worth.

"That's it, Dad!" she shrieked, slamming her cunt up to better receive his deep hard thrusts. "I'm gonna come! Gonna come!"

The feel of her dad's big swollen knob pounding into the very depths of her aroused fuck-hole, and the delicious feeling of his stiff boner vibrating against her clitty, was driving her wild.

"Oh, shit, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she suddenly shrieked when every muscle in her body began spasming as the overpowering orgasm seemed to swallow her. "Squirt me, Dad, squirt me! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Giving a final wild thrust, her father unloaded a torrent of sizzling hot cum into his daughter's belly, and she clung desperately to him as she writhed through her wild climax. They remained passionately welded together until the last of his sperm had been emptied into her cute twat, and except for getting up to take a piss, father and daughter spent the entire weekend in his wildly rumpled bed.

A few days later, Melanie had awakened with a slight headache and had decided to remain in bed than go to school. Later in the day when her mother had gone to a P.T.A. meeting, Melanie was feeling much better, but was too lazy to get dressed. Sitting propped up in bed while she read a magazine, the silence was interrupted by the doorbell. Hurrying downstairs to answer it, she only opened it a crack as she had nothing on but her short brief nightie. Peering out, she saw the man named Michael, that her mother was having an affair with.

"Yes," she snapped with a trace of annoyance in her voice.

"Is Mrs. Gage in?" he asked in a deep resonant voice.

"No."

"Do you know when she'll be home?" was his next question.

"No."

"May I leave a message?" he nervously asked. "Are you a friend of Mrs. Gage's?"

"She's my mother."

"Oh," he said in a slightly shocked voice. "I didn't know she had a daughter as old as you are."

"Won't you come in?" she finally asked, deciding not to be so rude to him.

Melanie had forgotten that she was wearing her flimsy nightie until she saw the lascivious way he was ogling her as he sat down. It was very obvious to Melanie that the man was finding her barely-covered body quite exciting. Rating what her mother and the man were doing behind her dad's back, the girl suddenly thought what sweet revenge it would be to seduce him away from her mom.

Sitting an a chair across from him, Melanie recrossed her legs so the short hem of her brief nightie would move further up on her deliciously bare thighs.

"So you're Anne's daughter," he beamed at her through appreciative eyes. "What's your name?"

"Melanie," she smiled. "What's yours?"

"Michael Lockhart," he answered, his eyes drifting down to the broad expanse of bare flesh under the girl's short nightie.

"Well, how do you do, Mr. Lockhart," smiled the flirtatious teen. "It's nice to meet you."

"How old are you, dear?" he suddenly asked, getting a quick glimpse of the girl's furry twat when she momentarily parted her legs.

"That's a girl's secret," she smiled sweetly.

"Okay," he grinned. "But it's certainly nice to meet you."

"Thank you," beamed Melanie. "But I'll bet you were surprised to find I wasn't in school today."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you came over to fuck my mom," she said in a calm voice, throwing one of her legs over the arm of the chair to give him an unobstructed view of her slippery cunt.

"What?" he gasped, thinking he'd heard wrong. "I said that you must have been surprised to find me here when you, came over to fuck my mother," she rephrased the statement.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he gulped.

"I came home from school one morning and saw you fucking my mother on that couch you're sitting on," she explained. "And I also know that she went away with you last weekend."

"Does your father know about us?" he nervously asked.

"Of course not," giggled the girl. "D'ya think I'm a fuckin' stooly?"

"Well," he mumbled, quickly rising to his feet. "I must be leaving. Please tell your mother I stopped by."

"What's your rush?" she smiled, standing up and walking over in front of him. "Mom won't be home until evening. If you're so hot to fuck, why don't you mess a around with me?"

He just stared at her as the pretty teen slowly lifted the front of her nightie until her juicy twat was blatantly exposed between her shapely legs.

"See," she whispered. "I'm available, and I don't think you'll ever find a hotter piece of ass anywhere."

"Are you serious?" he gulped.

"Try me," she answered in a soft voice, suggestively running her tongue around her moistly parted lips. "Get me out of this nightie and I might give you a real party."

"How old are you, Melanie?"

"Old enough to give you the hottest fuck you've ever had."

"No," he said. "I'm serious. How old are you?"

"I told you that's a lady's secret," she teased, dipping the tip of her finger into her steamy slit as the man excitedly watched.

"I know," grinned Michael. "But I don't want to get into any trouble."

He just stared at the beautiful teen, unable to fully grasp what was going on.

"Come on," she finally spoke. "Unwrap your package or get out."

Trembling like a leaf, he momentarily hesitated, and then, reaching for the hem of her nightie, he lifted the garment over her head.

"That's better," she whispered, pressing her hot naked body up against him. "Now just enjoy yourself, Mr. Lockhart."

"Please call me Michael," he panted, pulling the warm cuddly teen into his arms.

Picking her up, the man carried Melanie up to her room where he spread her out on the rumpled bed where she'd been resting all day. Slowly removing his clothes, he stared down excitedly at the wet open lips of her luscious twat that was peeking out from the triangle of soft brown pussy hair between her legs. If he'd ever seen a cunt that was made for eating this was it.

When he'd removed his last stitch of clothes, Michael moved onto the bed with her and crawled up between her soft thighs. Gazing hungrily at the soft moist lips of her slit, he gently spread her thighs a bit further apart with his hands. The exciting aroma that reached his nostrils from her heated pussy was thick and musky. Breathing the heady fragrance of the girl's horny twat, he lowered his head until her soft downy pussy hair brushed against his face.

Trembling with excitement as he moved his face up between her legs, Melanie couldn't believe what was happening to her. She'd never heard of a man kissing a girl's pussy, but it sure as hell looked like that's what the man had in mind. The teen was excitedly holding her breath, wondering how his lips would feel on her juicy cunt.

With his face only inches from her swampy crotch, Michael slowly parted her slippery cuntlips with his thumbs and gazed into the very core of the girl's steamy passion-pit. Shivering with excitement, he suddenly drilled the tip of his tongue into the hot slippery hole, eliciting a squeal of delight from his cute playmate. The wild joy seemed to intensify in his loins as his tongue lapped into the girl's velvety-smooth cunt-meat, her tangy juices flowing around it.