Kathy Harris: Naked naughty family

"Now… suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered, sliding his hand over to torture her other nipple.

Groaning with desire, Jill happily submitted to the demands of her husband, loving his masculine forcefulness. She hungrily sucked his cock deeply into her wet mouth.

Bob's fingers refused to let her escape. Jill felt herself being forced to swallow more and more of his hard cockmeat in the full length was inside her mouth.

"Suck it good, bitch!" Bob demanded huskily, finally releasing her hair.

He used both of his hands on her aching tits rubbing and pinching and squeezing them as long as her mouth moved skillfully on his cock but as soon as her movements grew slack, he took his hands from her tits, refusing to hurt her the way she wanted him to.

Bob found that he was really turned on by this little game, just as turned on as Jill was by having her husband force her to suck him off good.

The man was amazed by the incredible sucking his wife was giving his bursting cock. She had sucked him off many, many times, and she had always done it enthusiastically and skillfully. But this blow-job… this was being done with a desperate sort of lust-driven frenzy that felt so good and so thrilling to the man, it was as if he had never had his prick sucked before. And he knew that this exceptional blow-job was due to the memories Jill had… memories of her father fucking her when she was just a kid.

"Unnhhh, yeah, you got it, baby, you got it. Lick your daddy's cock!" he groaned, sensing that she would turn on even more at his reference to her daddy's cock.

He was right. Jill attacked the man's prick with renewed fervor, thrilled to the sensations of her tongue, lips, and teeth. When he was close to coming, he pulled her hot, sucking mouth off his prick.

"Now… lick my balls," he urged. When Jill deliberately failed to obey him at once, he gave each of her tits a hard slap, making them swing obscenely back and forth.

"Ohhhh," she groaned with pain and pleasure as her tongue began to lick his balls.

"Take my cock in your mouth," he demanded a few minutes later.

Jill stopped licking his balls and she stared up at him with eyes wide with excitement.

"No… I won't do it," she said faintly, hoping that he would force her to do it.

"You lousy cunt! You heard me… take my balls into your lousy, fuckin' mouth!" the man growled.

"No," she said meekly. And then she waited for the punishment that she longed for.

His blow across her face was rapid and hard, leaving a red handprint on her lily-white flesh.

"When I tell you to do something, I want it done! And right now!" he shouted.

Jill gasped and reeled backwards, flushing with pleasure as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm.

"No… no… I won't do it," she moaned again.

"Oh yes you will," Bob cried, thrilled by the way his wife was responding to his rough treatment of her. He slapped her again, then slapped each tit, making them bounce and grow red with each blow.

"Oh, God, yessss!" Jill cried, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

With a breathless groan, she let her husband pull her head down to his crotch. His big hard prick was sticking up right in her face and, as she opened her mouth to suck his balls inside, an intense orgasm racked her helpless body.

Bob held her tightly while her powerful orgasm passed through her, then he moved her mouth back toward his balls. She sucked the churning balls into her mouth eagerly now, one ball at a time, while the man settled back and closed her eyes with pleasure. His prick throbbed upwards against his taut belly.

Jill continued to suck her husband's balls until he decided that he wanted her to suck his cock again. He guided her face to the bottom of his trembling cockshaft, and she expertly worked her way up its length with her lips and tongue, finally taking the pulsing cockhead inside her hot, wet mouth. Then she worked up and down his prick, using her mouth like a cunt.

Bob knew that if he didn't stop her, he would shoot into her mouth, and he didn't want that.

"Get on your back now, bitch! I want to fuck you!" he ordered, pushing her face away from his crotch.

"No, don't fuck me. I don't want you to fuck me," Jill lied, her face flushed with excitement while she waited for the punishment that she was sure he would give her.

Bob grabbed her by her hair again, this time throwing her onto her back on the bed. With his other hand, he ripped her panties off brutally, deliberately shredding the flimsy garment.

Jill's little pussy was dripping from the excitement of her husband's masterful behavior, and little drops of pussy juice matted her fine pussy hairs.

"Noooo," she moaned. "Don't rape me, Daddy!" She was giving in to her fantasy.

"Shut up, bitch! Raping you is just what I'm gonna do to you!" the man bellowed, really getting into the fantasy with his wife.

He could almost believe that he was about to rape one of his sexy daughters, maybe virginal Penny, whose little cherry needed her daddy's prick to pop it.

"No, Daddy, no! Oh, God, please don't rape me!" she cried, quivering with lust.

Bob lowered himself onto his wife's body and pinned her wrists up over her head with one hand. His other hand worked over each tit. When Jill was panting and sobbing, he reached down and raised her leg over his back.

"Now I'm gonna rape the holly shit out of you you've just been begging for it!"

His cock was lined up with her juicing cunt, its tip already pushing hornily against her tight pussylips. Her free leg raised up freely as his big prick fucked into her cunt. She came at once, groaned and took a few deep breaths, and then began fucking in earnest, still thinking about her father raping her.

Bob held the woman by her wrists, which were still raised above her head as he fucked her. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Penny's body pinned helplessly by his muscular one. And as he continued to fuck his wife, it was Penny's cunt he was ramming into Penny's little virginal pussy which was gratefully clasping her daddy's prick to its trembling walls.

His prick throbbed and he knew he was about to come. Jill felt it, too, and she cried out excitedly.

"Yes, Daddy, yessss! Shoot your cumin me! Come!"

As she began to come, Bob buried the full length of his cock into her hot, spasming cunt and spilled his jism into her. He gripped her ass painfully as her tightening pussy muscles milked him of all of his jizz.

Then he rolled off of her and lay beside her, panting hard.

"Jill," he rasped when he was finally able to catch his breath: "Why did you let me think the wrong thing about your father all these years? Why didn't you just tell me that you wanted him to fuck you… that you enjoyed it?"

"Well," she began, turning her face away from him as she spoke, "for one thing, he really did rape me the first time."

"Did you end up liking it?"

"Y-yes," she admitted shyly, "I did!"

"You said 'for one thing'. What's the other thing?" Bob asked.

"After the first time – after my daddy popped my cherry – I loved fucking with him so much, but I always thought it was wrong. So, of course, I felt guilty and I was afraid to tell you how much I really liked it, afraid that it would turn you off," she said softly, now turning to look at him.

"Oh, baby," he said, reaching out and beginning to fondle her trembling tits. "It turns me on, not off!"

"I… I found out last night," she said with a slight laugh.

"Here we've wasted these years… both of us loving the idea of a father fucking his own little girl, and both of us hiding it from the other," he said, shaking his head as he thought of all that wasted time.

"You're thinking about Kay and Penny, aren't you?" Jill asked, suddenly realizing what was really bothering her husband. "You want to fuck them, don't you?"