Richard Hill: Sharing his sisters

"This never would have happened if Billy hadn't stayed here!" he yelled. "I'll have to teach him a few things."

But the girls knew it wasn't anybody's fault, that the three of them just plain got carried away with each other, and they didn't want Billy to suffer from their impulsive actions.

"No, Daddy, it wasn't Billy's fault at all. You can't blame him," Robin pleaded.

"She's right. It wasn't Billy's fault, so don't take it out on him," Janie added.

"Well then, whose fault was it?"

Robin was about to answer him when all of a sudden she sneezed, her hands reaching up to cover her mouth as the sheet that protected her tits fell to the bed. Mr. Huston looked at his daughter, noticing the full, high boobs, the nipples so big and pointed. Her knobs stuck way out even when she wasn't excited. The two of them froze as their eyes met, each thinking the same thoughts, then slowly Robin pulled the sheet back up to her bouncing tits, covering herself once again.

But the flame of passion had been lit in Mr. Huston. He gazed at his two lovely daughters, noticing for the first time in a long while just how beautiful they really were. He wondered if Janie's jugs looked like Robin's as he tried to see through the sheet that covered her. The girls watched as he studied them, their long flowing hair falling on their shoulders.

He stood up and started pacing around again, recalling the days when he had been a young lad like his son, strong and full of energy, able to fuck any girl all night long. He thought about Billy, about what it must have been like spending the night with not one, but these two beauties.

He tried to dismiss the thoughts from his mind, but he just couldn't. His cock was pounding at his crotch, trying to escape the bathing suit he wore. He wanted to have his prick rubbed, sucked, played with, but he knew it was hopeless. So, instead, he tried to cover his frustration with anger.

"Tramps!" he yelled at them furiously, walking over to the side of the bed where Robin sat. "I ought to hit you!" he shouted, raising his hand. Robin flinched. Her eyes turned downward, and caught a glimpse of his swollen crotch. She couldn't believe her eyes! She thought his cock must have been a foot long as it ached inside his pants.

Mr. Huston couldn't hit his lovely daughter; his hand fell back down to his side. "You're just a couple of whores!" he screamed at them.

Robin was getting angry herself now. She didn't want to hurt him any more, but she just couldn't take his humiliating accusations.

"You two might as well be out on the streets!" he yelled at them, and that was the final straw. Robin couldn't listen to him any more. She eyed his swollen crotch again, and then turned her head up to him.

"That's enough! What about you, Daddy? Are you perfect?"

"No, I'm not. But I don't go laying down for every girl that comes along."

"Well neither do we. Besides…" She hesitated, making sure he saw her look at his trunks, "you're excited yourself now. I bet you'd like to get night in here with us. You're just jealous!" Then Robin dropped the sheet from her tits. "Look, Daddy, don't I have nice nipples?" She raised her hands to her points and massaged them with her palms, the huge nipples growing erect in her hands.

Mr. Huston was shocked as he watched her stroking her lovely tits. He could feel his anger turning to passion. Her hands caressed her belly now as she spoke.

"You're just as excited as Billy was, Daddy," she said in her sexiest voice. Her hands traced themselves in circles over the soft flesh of her belly. He could see her nipples swell, reaching out for his touch as she licked her lips, moistening her tender skin. Her father could feel himself becoming electrified as her body bloomed in full beauty before him. She pushed the sheet down over her legs, revealing her glorious blonde pussy to his astounded eyes.

"How do you like it?" she whispered, her hands playing in the soft pussy hair that covered her slit. Her crotch swayed as she stroked her soft cunt fur. Her bright-red nipples blossomed with life, waiting to be sucked, as he drew closer to the bed. "Are you getting carried away, Daddy?"

Mr. Huston was losing control of himself now as he watched the supple young body of Robin writhe in front of him. Then Janie's sheet came down, too, and, kneeling, she gave him a full view of her luscious body.

The two girls teased him more, feeling their own desires stir inside them as their father neared the bed. He was magnetically drawn to them, unable to resist their young bodies. He hadn't seen or fucked such beautiful pussy in years!

His knees touched the bed, and he could feel himself breathing hard. Robin arched her cunt up to him, resting on her elbows as her legs spread apart, and he could see deep into her pink gash, the moist tissues beckoning him to fuck her.

"Don't touch me, Daddy. Don't get carried away," she whispered at him, grinding her crotch at him harder.

"You bitch!" he yelled at her. "You tramp!" he cried out, losing control of himself as his hands came down on her legs, slapping at her thighs. Her flesh was so warm and tender as he touched her, it made him want to touch her whole body. He lifted a leg over her belly, lowering it as he knelt on her. His hands pinned her shoulders down as she surrendered to him. He towered over her as she shuddered, anticipating the huge prick that was captured by his bathing suit. Her belly swayed under him, rubbing against his crotch, setting him totally afire.

"I'll teach you to argue with your father!" he shouted at her as his head lowered to her raging red nipples. "I'll show you what a real man is like!"

Then his lips touched her chest, sending shivers through her soft skin. She could feel his hot breath on her now, his cock aching with desire, pounding on her belly as she writhed under his strong touch. His mouth encompassed her buds now, his tongue lashing them as his lips sucked her, his mouth hot and moist on her boobe.

Janie watched in awe, afraid to even move. She could see her father's hand move over her sister's quivering flesh, stroking her, stirring the deepest of passions in her lovely body. His hand squeezed her swollen tit, then his fingersips found her nipple as he raised his mouth to hers.

Their kiss was slow, uncertain, both of them wondering how the other felt. But then a terrific wave of strength overtook Mr. Huston, and soon he was handling her supple body like it was a feather, able to lift her or turn her whenever he so pleased. She fell completely weak in his arms as his tongue searched her hungry mouth, sending wild vibrations down her trembling spine.

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!"

Robin was frenzied now, her breathing heavy, her frantic hands reaching at his pants, trying to find his rod. She eased her thumbs into the swollen trunks, and screaming, she pulled them down over his erect prick, freeing his rod from bondage. The hard tool jumped out in front of her, thick and long, throbbing as she touched it.

"Aaaawww!" he groaned as her smooth fingers stroked his long shaft. Robin was out of control now, clutching his thick prick in her hands as she lay under him. She'd never felt such a big dick before, never felt such an aching cock in her hands ever! She'd fucked many guys, but this cock was huge, and she could barely hold it in her hands. She tried to slide herself out from under him, but he was too heavy on her.

Joseph looked at his lust-maddened daughter below him, her tits heaving as he touched her taut nipples. He'd never seen a girl so excited, and he felt like his cock was as big as a telephone pole. He wiggled in pleasure as her soft hands stroked his balls, cupping them in her hands and running her fingernails over his scrotum. Great bolts of electricity shot through his body as her touch sent him into paradise. Her hands rubbed his large cockhead that glistened before her; her fingers wrapped around his shaft, driving him up the wall.