Harry Stevens: Naked horny family

"You keep this up, young lady," Jack warned, "and I'll come right in your pretty, little face."

"Oh, no," Dottie answered with mock sternness. "I told you I was taking you on a trip and you're not jumping off the track until you've gone everyplace you're supposed to."

"Around the world, huh?" Jack panted.

"Ready for the next stop, Daddy?"

"You're pulling the train, darlin'."

"Whoo, whoo!" Dottie blew like she was tooting a whistle.

And her naked body shifted just enough to her tits to her face, so her mouth could take over entirely. She was deep-throating Jack immediately. Then her suction turned rhythmic, her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft. Just below, her open hands clapped around Jack's balls, rubbing them between her palms.

"Better slow down the pace if you expect me to finish the trip without spilling over ahead of time. The way you're fucking my cock with your mouth is just about to punch my ticket."

Slowing down, Dottie replaced her deep suction with lazy licking, snaking her long tongue up, down and around her father's throbbing hard-on. Then she concentrated on his balls, lapping up from beneath them and holding them on the bed of her tongue before letting them fall.

Next, Dottie explored the crack of her father's ass prior to slurping on toward his balls. Finally, after tickling the pucker of his asshole, she remained down there.

"Oh, yeah," Jack gasped. "Lick it, honey. Lick Daddy's ass. Lick it good."

Dottie did more than that. She pushed her tongue into the tight space and gave her father the kind of rim-job every man dreams of, but usually doesn't have the nerve to ask a woman to perform.

Never had Jack been so impressed by the sight of his own prick. Reaching out to touch it, he stroked the pulsing head.

"Damn, if I'm not one hung stud!" he boasted to himself.

With his asshole stuffed with his daughter's wriggling tongue, Jack let himself go and came on the spot. Caught by surprise by the unexpected eruption, Dottie only became aware of it when she felt the splattering drops of jism raining down on her hair.

"You cheater!" she blurted out, looking up to playfully scold her climaxing father. "You weren't supposed to come yet!"

"Don't worry, baby, the trip isn't anywhere near over," Jack assured her. "We're just taking a detour, that's all."

Then he lifted Dottie's head just below his own and buried his face in the syrupy mane of her cum-soaked hair. Drawing up handfuls of her sticky tresses, he tangled them around his neck as though he were the willing victim of a spider's web.

"Oh, Daddy," Dottie murmured, "you make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Only cause that's exactly, what you are, princess," Jack replied, his voice muffled by her hair.

On this remarkable day when she'd gone all the way from losing her cherry to sucking and fucking her way through most of her immediate family, her father's tender words were still the biggest turn-on.

With no more physical contact than just the rumpling of her hair, Dottie climaxed as hard as any times before. And, as she came, her father's face slid down from her hair, his mouth approaching her trembling lips. The tonguing kiss which followed lifted Dottie's orgasm to dizzying heights, then left her limp when it was over.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "I just came more from that kiss than I would've if I'd been fucked by anybody else."

"It just gets better," Jack vowed, completely in charge now.

His mouth moved down to his daughter's tits. Pushing the quaking mounds together, he sucked both nipples at the same time. Once again Dottie was coming, never having realized before that her tits could serve so well.

"More! More, Daddy, more!" she pleaded. Her father began gently using his teeth on her nipples.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" Dottie excitedly approved. "Bite me! Bite me!"

Jack chewed tit, increasing the pressure.

But then Jack's mouth was on the move again. As Dottie fingered her mauled nipples to keep them buzzing, her father licked down to her belly. His tongue erotically swabbed her navel before slurping between her legs.

Jack licked and nibbled at the hollows of her crotch, making her pussy drool. Dottie expected him to start tongue-fucking her at any moment, but once again her father had another surprise in store for her.

Rather than driving his tongue up her cunt, Jack sucked up a mouthful of her pussy hair. He sucked so hard that Dottie could feel the roots tugging at the rims of her pussy. This had never been done to her before. And as Dottie was quickly learning about herself, any new twist invariably poured extra fuel on her orgasmic flames.

She came harder than ever. And while she did, her imaginative father made the action even kinkier for her. Sliding his mouth down from the triangle of her bush, he began sucking on the much coarser hair that grew in the crack other ass. Then he pulled several strands with his teeth, yanking at the pucker of her asshole.

"Hurts. Hurts sooo gooooooood!" Dottie cried.

But she scarcely had time to get used to it for now her father had shifted back to his tongue as his chief weapon of pleasure. It surged into Dottie's asshole and once she felt it she pulled apart her asscheeks, widening her rear chute for much deeper penetration.

"Rim me, Daddy, rim me!" she cried. "Rim my ass like I rimmed yours!"

Then she spasmed from within as her father's cork-screwing tongue reached all the way in to her gurgling bowels. And that's when the mishap occurred.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy!" Dottie gasped with embarrassment when the telltale rumble from below surfaced. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

However, her apology turned out to be anything but necessary. For the accidental fart which had just been released in her father's face was as sweet-smelling to Jack as a bouquet of roses.

After sucking up the fumes, he sighed to Dottie: "I'll take anything I can get from you, baby, and love it. Whatever you do just turns me on even more."

Still self-conscious, Dottie muttered something about him just trying to make her feel better. Jack, though, insisted that he wasn't exaggerating. And when Dottie was still unconvinced, he vowed to prove it to her.

Suddenly his mouth had returned to her cunt. But rather than licking her clit, or lapping at her cunt lips, or plunging into her pussy, his tongue tip zeroed in on a spot not regularly associated with any erotic impact in spite of its location at the center of her twat.

It was that little pinpoint hole just above her cunt hole, usually so unnoticed during sex. Of course Dottie knew it was there, but only when she used it for its normal purpose. In other words, when she took a leak. Her father's tongue was unaccountably probing right where she pissed.

"You don't know what you're doing, Daddy," she gulped as his licking insistence put mounting pressure on her bladder. "This time I'll have an accident we'll both really be sorry for."

But when Jack didn't stop, Dottie realized that he wanted what was bound to happen. He hadn't been joking when he'd said he'd take anything he could get from her. Including, obviously, a mouthful of her hot, steaming piss.

And it wouldn't be long before she had no choice but to give it to him. Her bladder was now a straining dam that could only burst.

Then, in the last moment before her inevitable eruption, Dottie abruptly found herself twisted in ecstasy. Now she was only too eager to shower her father with her pigs – and please herself at the same time.

So she bore down from within, not just to pee, but also to treat herself to a simultaneous climax. Already her womb was straining right along with her bladder.

"This is it!" she squealed.

And the piss flowed. Her thirsty father was drinking it as fast as it spilled from her cunt. But that wasn't all. In addition to peeing in Jack's mouth, a mind-blown Dottie was also coming in his face.