a bit, bringing the inviting gash of her pussy closer to his face.
His tongue curled out from his mouth and ran along the pink slash, tasting the flow of womanly juices that welled there. He smacked his lips loudly so that she could hear as well as feel him.
Probing between the plump lips of her outer labia, he reamed his tongue-tip up to the top of the mouth of her sex. There, already swollen and extended with desire, was her clit. Tenderly he touched the nubbin of hypersensitive flesh. Tremors of fervent pleasure raced through his younger stepdaughter; her moans of delight filtered down to his ears.
Running his tongue back, he thrust it upward, spearing into the humid socket of her pussy. Again she moaned; her hips rocked from side to side. Thick, oozing juices filled her quim. There was little he could do until he sucked them away, swallowed and once more pushed his oral digit back into her cunt.
Then, like a small penis, he reamed his tongue in and out of her body. He licked and laved, whipping his oral probe around in the tremulous folds of her lust. He ate her as she had eaten her sister just moments ago, before he had entered the girls' room.
Simultaneously the blonde's sister had increased the ride on his cock. Almost in a wild frenzy she moved now, fucking herself on his unbending prick. Up and down her legs pushed. In and out she accepted the swollen bulk of his sex.
His own hips, despite their confined position, hunched up with each swallowing drop of her cunt. He slammed into her hot hole of lust. He shafted full cock into her cunt. His bans were no longer simmering rocks of need, but boiling volcanoes of desire.
Matching the rhythm of Janice's and his strokes, he licked and thrusted into Kari's pussy. Hard and deep he drove his tongue into the flowering interior of her sex. He whipped and lashed at her, working her senses toward their ultimate climax.
The young blonde quaked above him as the consuming sensations of his pussy-pleasing tongue raced through her body. She sat on his face now, burying his mouth in the lips of her cunt. She groaned and whimpered with burning lust with each movement of his oral digit.
Slipping a hand from the redhead's thighs, his exploring fingers weaved through the soft curls of her cunt hair. Without the least bit of difficulty, he located the aching button of her clit. He rolled it, teased it and fondled it.
That extra bit of attention was an the young girl needed. She came. Her whole body wracked by the soul- scattering blasts of her release, she came.
Somehow, amid her throes of ecstasy, she managed to unseat herself from his face, once more turning her stepfather back over to the fun attention of her older sister.
Janice hunched and fucked him. His cock felt like a burning firebrand within the encompassing sheath of her cunt. Up and down she rode his blood-filled spike of sex. Down and up she took the adamant length of his cock.
His own hips jerked and bucked, driving the imposing pike of flesh into the opened gash of her body. He drilled into her, trying to throw himself against the ring of her cervix. Harder and harder they worked, each matching the soaring rhythm of the other.
She came, her body trembling and quaking as she abandoned herself to the consuming flames of lust that devoured her. Unable to retain her balance, she collapsed atop him. She groaned, not in pain, but in pleasure.
As the contracting folds of her tight cunt milked at him, his own lust broke through the barriers of restraint. Hot and thick the flood of sperm and semen blasted up from his loins. He spurted into her, filling his stepdaughter with the steaming cream of his lust.
His balls churned and ached as they emptied themselves into her. Again and again he fountained the jetting fluids of his desire, until the opalescent seed oozed and seeped from her brimming pussy.
Holding each other close, stepdaughter and stepfather lay there, savoring the abating sensations of their shared release. The only sounds in the room were the grateful sighs of three satisfied individuals.
Chapter 4
The doorbell rang. Neal glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. 10 a.m.
'Kari?' he called out.
'Who else were you expecting?' the young blonde answered him.
'The screen door is opened. Come on in,' he replied.
He heard the door open and close. Kari came trotting into the kitchen wearing jeans and a work shirt. She held up an apron. 'I brought this along. Don't want to pick your mother up at the airport with potato salad and baked beans splattered all over me.'
'Great,' he smiled, moving before her and giving the girl a kiss. 'I've already got the potato salad started. What did your father and sister say about tonight?'
'Both of them will be here,' she nodded. 'Mitch doesn't expect a thing, but I'm afraid Janice overheard our plans last night.'
'She did!' his eyes widened. 'What did she think?'
'Just like us,' Kari grinned. 'Seems she thinks Mitch ought to start looking around for another wife too.'
He chuckled, 'Now if Marta and Mitch will take the hint.'
'We can only let nature take its course,' she answered. 'Now what do you want me to do?'
'Start on the beans,' he pointed to an area of a counter laid out especially for her. 'As soon as we finish up, I'll buy you a coke… that is if our guests left any last night.'
With another quick kiss, both of them turned to their assigned tasks, idly speculating the outcome of tonight's dinner. Within a half hour, the preparations completed, Neal opened the refrigerator and extracted the promised soft drinks.
'Here's your well-earned reward,' He handed one of the bottles to Kari.
'Some reward,' she pouted. 'If I give you a second chance, do you think you could come up with something better?'
'Let's go into the living room and give me time to think that one over,' he answered.
'Best not think too long,' she nodded, with a suggestive glance at the crotch of his jeans.
As they moved into the living room, Kari walked to the front door and closed it, then drew the draperies. 'There. Nice and cozy.'
'Now quiet,' Neal answered from the couch. 'But as soon as you're next to me, we'll see about making it cozy.'
'Was that a proposition?' she slowly walked toward him, her hips wagging in an exaggerated fashion. Her pink tongue flicked from her mouth and slowly ringed the mouth of the bottle she held in a very suggestive reminder of the night before.
'Did you want it to be?' he grinned, knowing damn well that she did.
'It all depends,' she smiled, sinking beside him on the sofa.
'Depends?' he asked. 'On what?'
'On what you've got in mind,' she answered.
'My, my, aren't we in a bitchy mood today?' he shook his head.
'Bitch…' she rolled the word around in her mouth. 'That's exactly what I am today, a bitch.'
'My bitch,' he grinned, reaching out and pulling her to him. They kissed, long and hard. Their tongues taunted and teased, stirring the beginnings of lust within them.
'And I know just how to handle a little bitch,' he whispered as their mouths parted.
'Hmmmmm?' she replied.
'I'll take her just the way a dog takes a bitch,' he answered, one of his hands creeping over her ass and easing between her legs. 'From behind-mounted from behind is the only way a bitch likes it.'
She shivered, despite an attempt to contain her excitement. 'Tell me more.'
'I'd rather show you,' he answered, his hand squeezing the knoll of her cunt beneath the fabric of her
