George Tipton: Two hot daughters

"Ungh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he gasped, sounding as if he were in pain. "Ohhhhh, Anita, ohhhh, honey!"

His hands on either side of her face worked her mouth back and forth along the shaft of his prick. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he almost forgot to breathe as his fuck-cream drained through the maze of veins in his balls, out the tip of his prick, and into Anita's waiting mouth.

Valiantly, Anita gulped down Rick's cum load, and tried to keep her ass moving around Chuck's jetting prick. Her body felt almost limp with exhaustion, and she snorted around Rick's prick, gasping in air as she gulped down his cum.

"Ahhhh, baby!" Chuck finally sighed, sliding back and popping his cock out of her cunt. He leaned against the edge of the sofa and smiled. "That was just fine."

Rick stretched out on the carpet. Zinging sensations were still careening through his body, and he needed time to catch his breath.

Unfortunately, he didn't get it. Their orgy was just breaking up when the three teenagers heard someone try to open the locked front door. Then they heard their mother's voice.

"Frank, do you have your key? The front door is locked."

"Jesus!" Chuck exclaimed, jumping up and gathering up his clothes. In a flash he was gone.

Anita and Rick were slower to react, their fucked-out minds and bodies not immediately registering the danger. Just moments before their parents came in the front door, Rick grabbed his sister's hand and pulled her upstairs, leaving nothing behind to hint at their orgy except a small puddle of cum.

Diane's run took on a strange gait as she rushed home. Her cunt was so hot she limped as she trotted. Watching Anita getting fucked by her older brother had been the final straw for Diane. She had to get fucked right now, or she knew she would never be able to look herself in the eye again.

Panting with exertion and lust, she burst into the back door of her house to find her father calmly making himself a sandwich. He looked startled by the way his daughter burst into the house and the strange took on her face when she saw him.

"Honey, what's the matter?" he asked, putting down his knife and grabbing Diane. "Are you all right?"

"Where's Mom?" Diane puffed, her eyes darting about, her cunt temperature rising as her father took hold of both her shoulders.

"She's gone out to lunch with some of her friends. Diane, honey, what is it? Is someone after you?"

Hearing that her mother was not at home sent bells off in Diane's brain. This was it! Her big chance!

She moved in toward her father and hugged him. Her heart thudded against his belly and, not knowing what he was getting himself into, John Sager responded to his daughter's urgent embrace.

"Oh, Daddy, I love you," Diane mumbled against her father's body. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Diane," John replied, touched by his daughter's sudden display of affection.

"No, Daddy, I mean I really love you!" Diane said, rubbing herself against her father.

"I love you more than anyone, more than Mom, and more than Barney."

Barney was the family dog.

The way Diane was sliding her tits back and forth across his lower body was beginning to be distracting for John. While he knew his daughter didn't mean to, he found that she was arousing him. Gently, he tried to push her away.

"That's very sweet, honey," he said.

But Diane held onto him tightly. "I don't mean it to be sweet. I mean it, I mean it." She took a deep breath. "I mean it to be sexy!"

John laughed nervously. "Did something happen over, at Anita's? Something that's upsetting you?"

"Daddy, come on!" Diane whined. "Don't you understand me? I want you!"

Afraid that he did understand, John pleaded innocence. "Diane, now I don't know what's gotten into you, but I think we should stop this. I love you very much, but you have to let me go right now."

"No! Daddy, no!"

Diane clung to him, bouncing herself purposely against his crotch. At first she had felt nothing there but now, bit by bit, she could tell that his hard-on was beginning to form. Encouraged by his body, if not by his words, she ground herself against his surging crotch. "Diane, please, you don't know what you're doing!" John said, trying to extract himself from his daughter's mighty grip graciously. "Honey, please!"

Diane reached up, straining on her tip-toes, and reached his neck and the open V of his shirt with her lips. She kissed him then, not with the soft, chaste kisses of a daughter to her father, but with the demanding kisses of a woman in heat to her lover. Despite himself, John felt his resolve weakening.

"Diane, you must stop," he said lamely.

Sensing the change in her father, Diane turned it all on. Although she had never done this before, she had imagined it enough times to now seem very experienced. She kept one hand around her father's neck, while her other one ventured down to where his rigid prick was. Not exactly sure what to expect, she cupped the big bulge there and then squeezed.

"Diane?" John gasped, increasingly aroused by his daughter's touch. "Stop that!"

But his protests carried no weight at all now. He didn't even try to get away from Diane as he spoke them. His cock jumped under her touch, and Diane curled her unsure fingers around it. She couldn't believe this was really happening!

"Don't send me away, Daddy," she said, her fingers searching for and finding the tab of his zipper. "Don't tell me no. I want to make love to you, Daddy, I've wanted it for a very long time."

John tried to answer, but only gasped instead as her fingers wormed their way inside his fly and touched his prick. He could tell that her fingers were trembling as they encircled his prick-meat. His fingers trembled, too, as he reached down and cupped the back of her neck, bringing his face down to hers for a kiss of agreement.

When Diane's mouth met her father's willing lips, she knew that she had won. In victory, she thrust her tongue into her father's open mouth, tonguing him with all the enthusiasm she had ever imagined. She tightened her grip around his cock-shaft and felt his prick throbbing.

Now, she thought, all I have to do is get this inside me and fast!

"Come up to my room, Daddy," Diane said, breaking their kiss and giving her father's cock a tug. "Come on, I really want you to!"

John let his daughter lead him, cock first, up into her pink and white bedroom.

Even when they stretched out together on her big bed, the reality of what he was about to do didn't hit him. He merely followed Diane's lead and took his clothes off, falling back together with her, both of them stark naked.

Diane reached out and stroked her father's chest. Her eyes ran up and down his body, taking it all in as if she couldn't believe he was real. Then, when she felt his hands reach out to touch her tits, she sighed, not caring if it was fantasy or not. Anything that felt this good she didn't even want to question.

Her hands went again to his cock, and John rolled over on top of her. Diane was surprised that she didn't feel shamed by her dad's weight. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, like two adjoining pieces of a puzzle. She opened her legs and let him fall in between them, just as she had dreamed of doing for so very long.

"Ohhhh, honey!" John sighed, his cock drooling against the side of her leg. "I love you so much!"

"I love you, too, Daddy!" Diane sighed, her hair fanned out sexily behind her. "Now hurry!"

As if in a dream, John reached down to his crotch and took hold of his bobbing prick. Thrusting forward, he aimed his prick-head at the hole of his daughter's pussy. The tip of his cock breached the mouth of her cunt and he shoved again, this time sending the first inch or so of his prick-meat into the incredibly tight circle of her cunt-muscles.