Pamela Cooper: Suck fest family

"Now, Brother," she moaned, "now you can fuck my ass with that pretty prick of yours."

Randy began the pumping motion and Debbie followed suit, allowing her rhythm to match his. It felt so wonderful to her. Her step-brother's huge cock was sliding in and out of her well-slimed ass like a thick snake. Her tit was being chewed off with his enthusiasm. There was only one thing missing, and she decided to remedy that situation herself.

Pulling one hand free, she began furiously rubbing her clit in a tight circle. Pulling and twisting on the angry nubbin of flesh until it pulsed, she pounded it with her lust.

Her first orgasm hit her before she was ready for it. One second she was clawing fiercely at her clit, and in the next a fist of fire seemed to hit her in the pussy. The girl's eyesflew open wide as she realized that it was the combined effect of her own fingering and the pounding that Randy was giving her asshole.

"Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuucckkk meeeee!" she shrieked into the open sky above them.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ!" Randy grunted through clenched teeth as the force of his stepsister's orgasm caused Debbie to clamp down with all of her strength on the shaft of his pounding cock. Before he knew what hit him, the gobs of his cum were spurting out of his steaming cum-hole.

Debbie felt her ass being pumped full of jism, and the hot liquid threw her over the edge again into another screaming orgasm that seemed to rock her all the way down to the soles of her feet.

They humped and humped, Debbie pulling every drop of his cum up from Randy's balls and filling her asshole again and again. When they had finished, she allowed herself to slide off and rest flat-footed on the sand below.

"Big Brother," she murmured, leaning against his chest, "you're one hell of a stud."

They allowed themselves to rest then, holding each other closely, feeling the softly lapping surface of the lake splash and cool their fevered bodies.

It was late afternoon when the kids got home from the lake. Marge's car was not in the garage, and when they looked down the road, they saw her driving away toward town.

"Heh, lover," Debbie teased, climbing off the back of the bike, "looks like we may have the house all to ourselves.. Do you want to go inside for a while? That bumpy ride on hie bike with the seat pounding between my legs has made my pussy all juicy again."

Randy looked at her in amazement. "You never get enough, do you?" he asked.

"There's no such thing as enough of some things," the horny teenager smiled, rubbing her hand over the bulge in his jeans.

Randy shook his head incredulously. "You may be right," he replied, "but right now I've got some things I've got to take care of in town. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Maybe we can take care of that itch of yours tonight."

"You bet, stud," Debbie smiled as she walked away with a little flip of her tight ass.

The house was cool and quiet, but the girl was restless. She had really gotten turned on during the motorcycle ride back from the lake with Randy. Something about the vibration of the bike saddle between her legs had set the young girl's liquid reservoirs pumping again. And now that her step-brother had taken off for town there didn't seem to be anything she could do about it except grab a shower and finger-fuck herself.

As she walked through the foyer, Debbie looked into the living room. Her stepfather had stretched out on the thick carpet of the floor and was taking a nap.

Debbie stood looking down at him, startled by how handsome he looked in his work clothes. He had been working outside all day and was dressed in a stained T-shirt and jeans. He hadn't even bothered to shower yet, simply stretching out to rest for a few minutes.

Debbie's eyes kept straying downward to the bulge in his pants.

God, the girl thought to herself as she looked at the size of his cock mound, he must be even bigger than Randy! What am I thinking about, she asked herself in shock? I can't make it with mom's husband. My own stepfather?

But the image of his crotch would not leave her feverish mind.

Debbie decided to try the cold shower to see if she could cool herself down a bit. The water felt wonderful after the hot, bike ride home, but it did nothing to cool the fires between her legs. As she toweled herself dry, Debbie remembered the way Bill had looked stretched out on the living room floor, At once, she felt the familiar gush of her cunt juice as the memory of his bulging pants came back to haunt her.

Wrapping a bulky bathrobe around her, the teenaged girl went back to the downstairs to see if he was still there. He was.

In his sleep, Bill had rolled over onto his stomach, and his head rested peacefully on his folded arms. Debbie sat down on the floor in front of his face and began running her fingers through the thick strands of his hair that had fallen forward in his sleep.

After a moment, the man stirred and rose up on his elbows.

"Oh hi, honey," he yawned sleepily. "Hell, I didn't mean to doze off. I guess it was justsuch a long day that I was even more tired than I realized."

Debbie continued massaging his scalp. The girl's breath was coming in short, shallow pants. The bulky robe had fallen open, revealing one of her tits in all of its firm young beauty. And for the first time Bill suddenly seemed to become aware of her body.

"Where's your mom?" he asked, his voice growing husky with the feeling that had begun rising through his groin.

"She's gone shopping," Debbie replied. "She should be gone for a couple of hours at least."

"Um hmm," Bill mumbled, licking his lips at the beautiful tit that swayed free and full before his hungry eyes. He couldn't pull his gaze away from the erected nipple as it pushed outward from the swollen mound.

"That feels good, baby," he said.

"I could make you feel good, Dad," the girl panted. "I love you, Dad. I'd do anything for you."

Bill pulled himself forward on his elbows, pushing his face into the fullness of her titflesh.

"How about you, honey?" he mumbled as his feverish tongue sought out the taut, rubbery nipple. He surrounded it with his teeth and sucked gently, running his tongue around the puckered brown ring of the areola. "Is there anything that I could do to help you feel good?"

"Mmmmm, yessss," Debbie sighed, slowly leaning back to rest her weight on her hands. The young girl hooked her heels in the thick carpeting and opened her thighs as wide as she could.

Her tit, which had been in Bill's possession, was pulled away. But he found it replaced by something even more delightful.

So recently showered and washed, Debbie's teenaged cunt lay spread open before him like a delicate, blonde flower whose petals had just opened to the morning sunlight. The fine, nearly white hairs curls prettily in a narrow patch, leaving most of the girlish pussy in full view of his naked eye. The pussy lips themselves gaped wide, pulsing hungrily in the blushing flow of blood that filled their meat. They seemed to ripple as he watched them, as if they starved for the lips or tongue of a man who realized their beauty.

"I need something there, Dad," Debbie whispered, taking one hand and resting it on the back of his head to indicate the direction that she wanted him to go.

Bill's head floated down with infinite slowness, his breath moving the feathery hairs that surrounded her cunt like a private garden.

"Oh yes," Debbie pleaded. "That's what I need to make me feel good. Kiss me, Dad. Kiss your baby girl's pussy."

The elder man's mouth only brushed against the blood-filled lips, but it was as if he had touched them with live electric wires.

The teenaged girl grunted as her cunt gushed its juices. Debbie hadn't realized how much she wanted her stepfather, but now she knew that anything that he wanted her to do for him would be just wonderful.