Kathy Harris: Naked naughty family

While he fucked her even harder, his hands pulled at her tits, kneading the firm tit-flesh.

Over and over again, the boy pulled his prick out until only its tip was still locked in his sister's pussy. Then, he lunged forward again until his fucker was buried balls deep inside the girl's wet pussy.

Over her shoulder, Kay turned to gaze again at Paul's body. She gasped, sure that she could see a big bulge beneath the thin covers, a bulge that could only be a hard-on.

As her orgasm struck her, she kept her eyes glued to Paul's bulging crotch. She sighed softy, not daring to cry aloud although she felt like screaming and shouting out her incestuous pleasure as Steve's prick fucked her to orgasm.

After her orgasm subsided, she began to move again, matching each of Steve's cock-thrusts, pulling him against her with her legs. She continued to stare at Paul's crotch and she thought that she could see his hard-on twitching and jerking beneath the covers. Then, although she couldn't be sure, she thought she saw his hand stealing down beneath the blanket to stroke his big prick.

"I'm coming!" she hissed this time, licking the inside of Steve's ear as she clutched him against her in her orgasmic frenzy.

"Good! I'm gonna come, too!" he whispered, still fucking his long, thick prick in and out of her pussy.

Again, Kay glanced over at Paul. Yes, she was sure now. He definitely did have a raging hard-on. But she could no longer see his hand or its shadowy outline and she wasn't sure if he was even awake.

He might just be having a wet dream, she thought, feeling a little disappointed at the idea. She wanted so much for him to be watching her.

Then she noticed that Paul had moved a little closer to the edge of the bed, and that this new position gave him an even closer view of the fucking taking place in his brother's bed.

She came again. She felt as if Steve's still fucking cock were Paul's, and she closed her eyes, moaning as she came hard.

The obscene sensation of his sister's pussy convulsing in orgasm about his prick triggered Steve's climax and he came.

He stuffed her nipples into his mouth, trying to stifle his screams and groans of pleasure. He slammed into the girl, fucking her harder, fucking her faster, fucking her as if his very life depended on it.

"Ohhh, yeah," Kay groaned, trying to keep her voice down, but not really caring if Paul heard her or not.

She thrashed about wildly under Steve, out of control now, as she felt her kid brother's cm shooting into her pussy for the second time that day.

Kay's orgasming cunt sucked at Steve's fucking prick, milking it of all its jism. As her kid brother collapsed on top of her, she turned her head to look once, more at Paul.

"Oh, God!" Kay gasped as she saw Paul's lust-glazed eyes staring right into her own.

The next evening, Kay and Steve left right after dinner to spend the night with their cousins next door. Penny had a babysitting job a few blocks away, so she left right after dinner with Paul, who was going to drop her off and then go on to a movie in town.

Bob had sat impatiently through dinner with his raging hard-on hidden beneath his napkin. But, the minute he and his wife were alone, he guided her toward their bedroom. Ever since the night before, when she had given herself away about how much she had loved her sexual relationship with her father, Bob had been chomping at the bit to get her into bed again where, as he had promised her, he would make her tell him all the juicy details.

In the master bedroom, Bob pulled his wife to him and kissed her… long and deep.

"Mmmm, good," Jill purred, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck and grinding her body against his. "Let's do that again."

Bob groaned and mashed his lips against Jill's, working his tongue in and out of his mouth as if he were fucking her mouth. Her body strained against him, the firm points of her nips digging into his chest, her crotch rubbing against the growing cock-bulge in his pants.

"Ohhhh, yeah, that's really nice, honey," she whispered, pulling away long enough to slip one hand between their bodies. She slowly unzipped his fly.

Bob draped his arms around his wife as she pulled his swollen prick from his trousers. She held his cock in her palm, giving it a hard squeeze, then slowly began to pull on its full length.

Jill wasn't sure what had brought about this change in her husband. One minute he was impotent. Then, he was fucking her like a mad man, and now here he was the following night, eager to fuck her again.

She knew it had something to do with her past sexual life with her father. She had always known it turned him on. Until now, she had always held back from telling him what he wanted to know, but now she knew he was giving her no choice.

Bob pulled away from his wife and sank down on the king sized bed, pushing his pants down.

"Come on, honey. Get naked with me," he urged.

Bob removed his shirt quickly. Now he was completely naked, able to give his full attention to his wife's slow, strip teasing style of disrobing.

She ware no bra and, as her blouse was removed, the man caught sight of her large, firm tits with their hard, brownish nips.

She wore sexy black bikini panties which barely concealed her rounded pussy mound. She reached beneath the waistband to pull them off, but Bob suddenly realized that she looked sexier with them on.

"Leave them on, baby," he ordered, "and come here."

Obediently, Jill sat down on the edge of the bed next to her husband, leaning over to kiss him. As their tongues locked together once again, Bob felt his balls aching and he wound his fingers in her hair, pushing her head down toward his crotch.

"Suck me off, bitch!" he growled.

The authoritative tone in her husband's voice aroused the woman incredibly and she eagerly fell to her knees between Bob's, legs. Her head was now just inches above his stiff prick and she slowly pushed his muscular thighs apart.

Jill kissed Bob's belly, then worked her way down around his hip, finally shoving her face between his legs.

"Unnh, yeah!" Bob groaned as he felt an electric shock shoot through his body.

Jill's wet tongue caressed his cum-loaded balls, lapping at them, lifting first one, then the other, before moving on to the firm flesh of his cock, his upper thighs, and back to his flat tummy.

Now, she used her tongue to caress his prick, and her teasing movements drove the man wild with desire. But each time that Bob tried to push her mouth over his cock, she skillfully, teasingly ducked away, tickling him under his balls with her rapidly moving tongue or licking to the sides of his groin.

"Jeeeesus Christ, you little cock-tease!" he shouted. "Suck me, Jilly! Suck me, damn you!"

She raised her head and looked at him. Her face was flushed with sexual excitement and she was all but breathless.

"If you want me to suck you, make me," she whispered. "Make me suck you."

Bob had never heard that kind of intense need in his wife's voice before, and it thrilled him even though he wasn't sure what she meant at first. But then, Jill took one of his large hands and brought it to her tit, forcing him to squeeze it tightly. She half shut her eyes and moaned with excitement.

"Tonight, Bob… tonight, I want you to force me to do things to you… that's what my father did to me… do that… turn me on that way and I'll tell you everything you want to know about all the times my daddy and I fucked each other!"

His wife's obscene words made Bob's cock jerk with excitement and he swallowed hard, trying to contain himself. Without one second's hesitation, he fondled one of his wife's plump nipples and then pinched it hard enough to make Jill wince with pain. At the same time, he reached up with his other hand and grasped her hair roughly, demandingly.