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Carla, Daddy, and Mommy
Carla grit her teeth and struggled to breathe. She loved rough fucking, but this was really pushing her limits. Her father’s grip was tight and strong around her neck. He had a firm hand holding her hip bone at the pelvis, and the other squeezing her throat just below her jaw. Despite his forceful thrusting, he was able to keep her body firmly in place. She didn’t care about the lack of oxygen at the moment. She just wanted to cum on his thick cock.
His fucking had been hard, fast, deep, and just a little painful. Each stroke pressed against her cervix, making her feel full. His shaft was as hard as steel and her pussy was hungry in its attempt to swallow it all. She had tried resisting him, and squeezing against him to slow him down, but her muscles just weren’t strong enough, and she finally gave up and just let her pussy be dominated.
The room was filled with a loud, wet slapping. Her pussy was drenching the couch cushion underneath her and she could feel herself squirting and splashing all over her own ass. She looked up into her father’s fiery eyes. They were both desperate to cum. She felt like her orgasm was constantly trying to climb out of a muddy hole. Every time she got to the top, and was ready to cum, she slid right back down and had to start over. Her father’s fucking kept up this pattern over and over and over again.
He had been working her over for a good 45 minutes. The two were glistening in sweat. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to let some of his sweat drip into her mouth. He spit into her mouth and they laughed. His daughter was evil, and insatiable. She reminded him of her mother in a lot of ways. Her soft, curvaceous body was always eager to be fucked. Her heavy, fleshy tits begged to be grabbed. Her ass welcomed all hands. And no one would be turned away when running a hand between her thighs on the dance floor. Carla was definitely a younger version of his wife.
“Bend me over…” Carla growled at her father. “Bend me over now…” Her father kept thrusting for a few more seconds, then broke his rhythm long enough to let her switch positions. In a flash she was bent over with her asshole and pussy staring up at him. She reached out in front of her to brace herself against the couch armrest. Her back had an extreme arch to get her ass high in the air, opening her eager pussy up nice and wide. She barely had time to gasp as she felt her father’s thick cock fill her back up. He reached underneath her and gripped her thigh with one hand, and grabbed a fist full of her black hair with the other. He yanked her head back until she was looking up at the ceiling.
Carla’s eyes rolled into the back of her head in pleasure. Drool was rolling down the corners of her mouth, down her neck, and dripping onto the cushion. She was finally cumming. Her father’s cock seemed harder than ever, and his grip was stronger than ever. She was sure she’d be covered in bruises the next day.
“YEEESSSSSS!YESSSSSS!YESSSSS! FUCK ME!FUCKME! I’M CUMMING DADDY!I’M CUMMING DADDY!I’M CUMMING DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Carla’s screaming was desperate and throaty. Her pussy started to convulse uncontrollably on her father’s thick cock. He didn’t slow down, or stop to let her enjoy her orgasm, he just kept fucking. She felt her tits jiggling and swinging with each hard violent thrust. She wished he would pay more attention to her nipples. She wanted them pulled, and pinched, and nibbled. She wanted- Her train of thought was interrupted by the front door opening.
Her mother had come home from work early. All Carla could do was stare with her eyes wide. Her father’s fucking was so rough she couldn’t focus directly on her mother, she could only look up at her standing in the doorway while she took her coat off and hung it in the closet. What was she going to think? What would she say? She was walking in on her husband and daughter in the throws of extreme carnal passion. They weren’t making love. They weren’t having sex. They were fucking. Fucking in its most primal form. Bent over like creatures in the wild fucking out of pure lust and primitive drive. Carla felt open and exposed. But she didn’t try to stop her father so she could cover up.
Her mother started walking towards the two of them. She couldn’t see the expression on her face though. She was standing right next to them on the couch now.
“Hi sweetie. Good day?” Her mother asked as she bent in to kiss her husband. Carla’s father paused his fucking just güvenilir bahis şirketleri long enough to peck his wife on the lips. He didn’t let go of her hair though, and her head was still tilted up towards the ceiling.
“Mmmmm…..the best…” he growled as he shoved his cock deep inside his daughter.
“So you finally did it, huh?” Carla felt her mother run a finger along her spine, from between her shoulder blades, right down to her tailbone, collecting her daughter’s sweat on her finger. She then sucked the wetness off her finger with a wet ‘plop’. “How is she?”
Carla could feel her father struggling to control his thrusting. She knew he wanted to get back into ravaging her violently. But, he just kept up a slow, deep pace while he chatted with his wife. “She’s fucking amazing….almost as good as you.” She heard him gasp.
“Awww…Good to know I still got it.” She slapped her daughter’s ass. Carla gasped a little.
“Mommy, I-“ Carla was interrupted as her father got back to fucking her hard again. “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!” She stuttered as his pounding was kicked into overdrive.
“I’m going to go start dinner. I’m sure you two are hungry.” Carla’s mother walked off towards the kitchen.
Her father couldn’t last much longer. He shoved his daughter forward squishing her face into the deep couch cushions. She had a small pocket of air to breathe in, and she tried to brace herself against the armrest again, but he pulled one of her arms behind her and held it there tight. Her one arm wasn’t strong enough to hold their weight and his forceful fucking, so she fell forward. She shoulder was pressed against the armrest, he thick body wedged into the corner of the couch. Carla’s screams were muffled into the cushions as her father started fucking harder, and harder, and harder, and harder. He used his feet to push against the armrest. Carla was sure he was breaking the couch.
From the kitchen, Carla’s mother had pulled some chicken out for fajitas. She watched from the island as her husband’s ass flexed and released, flexed and released, flexed and released with each deep thrust. She could see his smooth balls raising and lowering in rhythm to his fucking. He had always been a hard, violent fuck. Carter took care of himself and could last forever. Her favorite part of their fucking was being wrapped up in his hard arms, and having him scream her name into her ear while he’s cumming. ‘Christina! Christina! Now! Now! Now!’. Christina giggled to herself while she watched her daughter get to experience it for herself now. She could just make out Carla’s whimpers and cries from the couch cushions.
“I’m cumming baby…I’m cumming baby…I’m cumming baby…” Carter was growling into his daughter’s ear, sprawled out over her back. “Please baby girl…can daddy cum inside of you? Please? Please?”
Carla couldn’t respond, as she was cumming herself, but she nodded and moaned. It was only a few strokes later, that she felt her father’s cock unleash an ocean of warm cum inside of her. She felt each individual rope of cum saturate her insides. Carter tensed up, falling forward onto her, wrapping an arm around her neck, and jamming his dick deep inside of her.
“OOOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSHHHHHH! CARLA BABY! CARLA! YESSSSSSHHHHHHH!” Carter was growling into his daughter’s neck. He heard Christina giggle from the kitchen.
The two lay on the couch gasping for air for what felt like an eternity. Carter didn’t take his cock out of Carla’s pussy, he just lay there letting it spasm in her wet, warm, cum filled pussy. Occasionally he was press his hips against her plump ass. He finally had to get up when he felt a chill roll over the two of them. They were covered in sweat, and the air conditioner had come on.
“Here you go.” Christina handed her husband a margarita as he got up. She looked down at her daughter’s ass. It was red from all the hard fucking. As her husband’s cock slid from her pussy, she watched a thick, cottony web of cum slide out of her pussy. Carla just lay there on the couch, still short of breath.
Carter sipped his cocktail while his wife stroked his tire cock. She was slicking the mixture of his cum, and her daughter’s pussy juice up and down her husband’s shaft. She licked the palm of her hand.
“Mmmmm….very sweet. You ok baby?” Christina asked her daughter. Carla rolled over, exposing her entire naked body to her mother. Her heavy, fleshy tits rolled to the side, and she spread her legs while she looked up at her mother. Carla could only perabet güvenilir mi nod while she smiled and ran a hand between her thighs. Her father had left a large mess inside of her.
Carter gripped his wife’s ass, and gave her an obscene kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, and wandered around. “I’m’ going to get a shower.” He chugged the rest of his drink.
“No, wait until after dinner. We can all three take one.” Christina smiled at her daughter. “Sound good?” Carla nodded.
“Ok, but I’m starving, is it almost ready?” Carter crunched on some ice.
“Not even close. But here, I made some guacamole.” Christina gently grabbed her husband’s limp cock and guided him into the kitchen.
Carla got up and walked to the table by the front door. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. She gently held the cigarette in her lips, flicked the lighter to life, lit the cigarette, and blue a grey plume of smoke into the air. Her pussy felt tired and abused. It felt good. It felt hurt. She ran her hand between her thighs and squeezed her clit a little. She quietly mouthed ‘oh my god’ to herself. She could hear her mother and father talking and giggling in the kitchen. Was this a plan of theirs? To seduce her? Her mother didn’t seem even the slightest bit upset at walking in on her husband violating their marriage, and their daughter.
Carla had never had too much of an interest in women, but she couldn’t help but look forward to the shower coming up. She’d tasted her own pussy before, but another woman? Never. And it would appear her first would be her own mother. How are you supposed to eat pussy? She thought about all the pornos she’d watched with some woman writhing around in pleasure while someone was busy between her thighs. She took a drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke down the deep valley between her tits, then paused to look at herself in the hallway mirror, flicked her tongue up and down on an imaginary clit, and smiled. She slowly walked into the kitchen, stark ass naked and took a seat next to her equally naked father at the bar. Her mother looked up and smiled at her.
“How are you feeling mija? She handed her a chip with some guacamole on it.
“No thanks. And very…very good.” She dragged her nails along her father’s muscular thighs. He looked at her and smiled.
“Mmmm…I bet.” Christina grinned as she crunched on the chip. “You know you’re not done. So you better make sure you have something to eat.” Christina reached out and took Carla’s cigarette. She took a puff, and handed it back. “Want a drink?” She blew the smoke above her head and poured a margarita for Carla. Carla sipped the drink while she listened to her father and mother chit chat. Every now and then she would chime in with something of her own, but mostly just sat and enjoyed the eroticism of being naked in front of them.
Dinner was just as erotic and casual. The three sat at the bar in the kitchen eating fajitas and laughing. Carla and her mother smoked and drank, and Carter occasionally played with is cock…when Carla wasn’t playing with it for him.
The three retired to the living room to watch TV for a little bit, and before she knew it, Carla was asleep. She wasn’t sure how long she was out, but when she woke up, she was naked and alone on the couch, covered up with a heavy blanket. She quietly walked into the kitchen and got a Gatorade from the fridge. She took a couple of sips and put it back. The house was dark and quiet. She could hear the shower running upstairs though.
Carla padded up the stairs and as she neared her parent’s bedroom, she could hear her mother moaning and whimpering. It was the same moaning and whimpering she had grown up listening to when she was younger and lived just on the other side of their bedroom. She pushed the bedroom door open and the moans got louder. The bathroom was filled with steam, and she could barely see anything in front of her. She could see her parent’s blurry silhouettes through the shower door though. They were clearly fucking.
She opened the door to the shower and saw her mother pressed against the tile wall, Carter pounding her violently from behind. He had a firm grip on one of her soft tits. Her mother looked at her with pure lust in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed her daughter’s arm and pulled her into the shower with them.
Carla closed the door behind her and gave her father a kiss on the cheek. He smiled but didn’t slow down his tipobet fucking. She felt her mother grab her arm again and pull her close. In a heartbeat, Carla felt her mother’s tongue deep in her mouth. They kissed passionately, her mother moaning and whimpering into Carla’s mouth as her husband relentlessly fucked her wet pussy. Carla brushed her wet hair out of her face and smiled at her mother’s dazed look. Mother and daughter kept their eyes locked on each other through the steam.
“Oh ffffffffffuck! Christina! Christina! Christina!” Carter called out, his voice echoing in the shower. Christina smiled, and winked at her daughter as she felt Carter cumming inside of her pussy.
Carter relaxed and slid his cock out of his wife, and sat down in the shower to let the water wash over him. Christina turned and leaned her back against the wall. Carla reached out and began massaging her mother’s tits. They were just like hers; large, fleshy, hanging low, with dark areolas. Christina reached down and ran her hand along her daughter’s pussy, sending a shiver up her spine. Carla smiled, and dropped to her knees. Carter leaned forward and grabbed her tits from behind.
“Lift your leg…” Carla whispered up to her mom.
“Yes maam.” Christina smiled and parted her legs for her daughter. She looked down at her daughter’s deep brown eyes. Carter had already made her cum her brains out, but she was eager to shove her sweet daughter’s innocent little face into her hungry, wet, cum filled pussy. “Show mommy what you can do baby girl.”
Carla obeyed. She parted her mother’s pussy lips and began to slowly lick and suck at her swollen labia. She could taste her father’s cum draining out of her mother. It was sweet, and bitter. Large globs of it started to rush out and on to her tongue. It was like eating pudding. She looked up at her mother with evil, brown eyes. Her mother’s fleshy pussy was squished against her mouth, and she could barely breathe past it. She just kept sucking, and licking. Sucking and licking. Slow licks up and down her slit, and fast flicks over her clit. She did everything she remembered from every porno she’d ever seen, and that had ever been done to her that she had enjoyed.
“Mmmmm…good girl baby…good girl…” Christina moaned while looking down at her daughter. Carla could feel her mother’s hands running through her hair, her nails gently scratching her scalp. She just continued licking and sucking. Behind her, her father was gently massaging her pussy and ass hole, driving her completely wild.
Carla went on eating her mother’s pussy, then slid two fingers deep inside. Her mother gasped while Carla started squeezing, and massaging her g-spot.
“Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh…good girl…” Christina growled and laughed. Carla picked up the pace. The shower felt amazing. The three were in their own little lustful world. The steam and the shower door locked them in, and made them feel like they were the only three people on Earth.
Carla could feel the slick lubrication from her mother’s pussy as she continued working her fingers in and out, dragging them along her g-spot. “Does that feel good mommy?” Carla asked while looking up at her mom.
“Oh fuck yessss…don’t talk….just eat mommy’s pussy…” Christina shoved her daughter’s face back into her pussy. Carla obeyed. Her fingering got faster, and her tongue became more aggressive. She wanted to make her mother cum. She wanted to make her squirt in her mouth. She wanted to swallower her mother’s pussy juice, her essence, her being. She winced a little as she felt her mother’s nails dig into her hair and pull. She was close.
“That’s it baby! That’s it baby! Make mommy cum! Yessssss! Yesssss!” Christina screamed into the steam, and unleashed. Her knees buckled a little, but Carla caught her and kept her from falling. The full weight of Christina’s body was on Carla’s face as she unleashed a tsunami of cum into her daughter’s eager mouth.
Carla moaned and smiled while she felt her mother’s nectar fill her mouth up. It was enough that she couldn’t hold it all. Some spilled out of the corners of her mouth as she swallowed the large pool of pussy juice in her mouth. Christina was squeezing her nipples and licking her lips while her orgasm rolled over her body. She gasped and squealed as Carla playfully bit her inner thigh.
“Did I do a good job, mommy?” Carla looked up at her mother and bat her eyelashes at her. Christina looked down at her daughter. Her large, brown, devilish eyes full of fire and lust, her dark, brown hair a wet mess; sprawled across her neck, and dangling down her tits.
“Baby…” Christina reached down and caressed her daughter’s cheek. “You did fucking great.” The three continued their fun in the shower, locked in their own world of steam, and seclusion.
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