The Penthouse

Skylar Wayne’s brain felt clouded with lust, which was usually a bad sign. It was a good sign, because when she got like this, there was usually mind-blowingly good sex in her future. It was a bad sign, however, because when she turned into Horny Sky, she tended to be quote ‘dumb and embarrassing’. A ballroom full of her father’s closest coworkers, investors, friends and whoever else seemed like a very bad place to test her mother’s admonishing words.

She had Heather’s hands on her hips, and she felt the brunette girl’s very large breasts squashing against her back. Heather’s hands roamed eagerly, and Skylar was very much enjoying the feeling, grinding her ass back against Heather as she did.

“This is… so much fun.” Skylar panted, grinning over her shoulder at Heather, who grinned back.

“Indeed it is.” Heather murmured, leaning to kiss Skylar’s throat. Skylar gasped softly, body arching back against Heather as she felt the other girl’s lips.

Desire thrummed through Skylar like a drum, and she turned around to wrap her arms around Heather’s neck and kiss the brunette. Heather kissed back eagerly, the two bisexual beauties passionately making out on the dance floor.

“Looks like you girls are getting along well.” a voice said, and Skylar’s cheeks flushed when she looked over to see a very amused Jonathan and Harvey standing there.

“Daddy.” Skylar gasped in surprise. She expected Heather to let go, but she was certainly not complaining when Heather very purposefully rubbed her tits against Skylar’s, smirking at the two men.

Sure enough, Harvey and Jonathan were staring at the sight in fascination, Heather’s round heavy pale breasts rubbing against Skylar’s tanned, perkier breasts, still big but not as big as Heather’s.

“Perhaps we could trouble you for a dance?” Harvey lifted an eyebrow, looking towards Skylar. Skylar’s lips curved into a smile, and she went to nod, but Heather cut her off before she could.

“I think I’m sick and tired of the dance floor.” Heather murmured, her electric blue eyes sultry and fixed directly on Jonathan.

“We have the penthouse…” Skylar ventured, looking towards her father. Jonathan and Harvey looked at each other, and they seemed to agree on something wordlessly, before Jonathan looked back towards Skylar and Heather.

“The penthouse sounds good to me.” Jonathan smiled, and he reached out to put his hands on Heather’s hips, drawing her away from Skylar. Skylar watched jealously as Heather’s very large breasts squashed against Jonathan’s chest in that lowcut blue dress, but she realized abruptly she wasn’t sure who she was jealous of in that scenario.

Harvey’s hands found Skylar’s, and he drew her towards him. Skylar found herself gazing into the charming smile of Harvey Diamond, and before she really knew what was happening, they were kissing. She wasn’t sure if she had kissed him or he had kissed her, but she pushed her tits eagerly into his chest, kissing the older man fiercely.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled him flush against her, causing Skylar to gasp against his mouth when she felt the sheer size of the bulge pressing into her abdomen.

“I think we should hurry upstairs.” Harvey groaned, his hand coming around to palm Skylar’s ass.

“Agreed.” Skylar panted, looking back to see Jonathan and Heather, her daddy’s arm around the curvaceous hips of the brunette.

The four of them hastily made their way to the elevator, and the impatient wait for the elevator to arrive felt like ****. Skylar shifted against Harvey’s side eagerly, and the way his hand felt on her ass was even more reason that the elevator needed to arrive here damn soon.

It finally opened, and Harvey practically dragged Skylar inside with the same eagerness she felt. She was dimly aware of Heather and her father off to the side, but she was gazing up at Harvey’s eyes eagerly, panting as his hands trailed up her hips. His warm, experienced hands trailed along her sides, running up her ribs with a ghost of a touch that made her shiver. Next, his hands found and cupped Skylar’s tits, with an eagerness that made her moan. His thumbs brushed across her peaks, hard and firm from his ministrations. She was breathing raggedly now, and it came as a relief when he finally slammed his mouth against hers.

Skylar staggered back against the elevator wall, and Harvey pushed up against her, pinning her there as her hands lifted to the back of his head.

A distinctly feminine moan filled the elevator, and Skylar couldn’t resist looking off to the right. Harvey’s lips attacked the sensitive skin of her throat, and Skylar mewled happily as she drank in the view. Heather’s tits had been freed from her royal blue dress, and those huge pale melons bounced freely with every motion Heather made. Jonathan’s hand was slipped under the fabric of Heather’s dress, and the dark-haired girl’s pretty blue eyes were fluttering in ecstasy. Skylar’s eyes trailed up to Jonathan, and the sheer, naked desire in her daddy’s green eyes made her flush deeply.

Skylar looked back towards Harvey, moaning. She pulled the older man’s face out of the crook of her neck, and she kissed him needily.

“You’re gorgeous.” Harvey groaned into her mouth. The compliment sent shivers down her spine as his hands squeezed her breasts again, making Skylar gasp against his lips.

“So sexy…” Harvey groaned again, rubbing his impressively sized bulge needily into her. Skylar rubbed back against him just as desperately, her body trembling from the warmth of his big hands on her tender breasts.

The elevator jolted to a stop, and Harvey’s arms wrapped around her body, lifting her up into his arms as he carried her from the elevator. Just briefly, she saw Jonathan holding Heather by the hand, pulling her out into the penthouse.

Moans filled the night air, and Skylar was amazed to see Robert Ravers on the couch, being ridden by a slender blonde with blue eyes and large, bouncing breasts.

Skylar realized with a start that Robert and Whitney had been miles from her brain. Harvey was watching his daughter riding Robert with wide eyes, and at first Skylar worried he’d be upset, but no, she saw desire there in his eyes. Skylar arched her body up against Harvey, kissing and nibbling at his neck.

“Fuck me like you’d fuck Whitney.” Skylar breathed into his ear, and she treasured the groan of desire that escaped Harvey’s lips.

“You’re playing a dangerous game there.” Harvey replied with a smirk, his head lowering to lick Skylar’s cleavage, kissing the tops of her breasts.

“I’m a big girl, Mr. Diamond, I can take it.” Skylar moaned. Harvey grunted with need, and Skylar found herself being put down on the ground as Harvey’s hands fumbled with his belt. Skylar bit her lip eagerly as her hands joined in, fingers tracing across Harvey’s as her smaller fingers found the buckle of his belt and easily separated it. Harvey gave up, his hands instead trailing through her long pale blonde hair as she unbuttoned his dress pants, unzipping them tantalizingly slowly. She tugged the offending fabric down, and the pants pooled around his ankles, leaving his bulge covered only by his boxers.

Skylar glanced up at Harvey, leaning in to kiss the shaft of his cock through the fabric of the boxers. The rod throbbed angrily against her lips, making Skylar shiver.

“You know… I was half wondering if you were stuffing your pants.” Skylar mumbled, making Harvey laugh.

“I’m definitely not.” he groaned, his eyes imploring her to keep going.

“And I’m so glad.” Skylar moaned, her lips finding the covered shaft again. She trailed her mouth across it, leaving his boxers dark with her saliva. Grinning up at Harvey, she hooked her fingers in the waistband, tugging on it experimentally. His bulge surged out to meet her at the slightest tug, and Skylar was suddenly done with teasing. She hastily pulled the boxers down his leg, and openly ogled Harvey Diamond’s impressive cock as it throbbed under the gaze of her admiring green eyes.

“Give it a lick.” Harvey encouraged, still stroking her blonde hair. Skylar was gazing at it a bit cock-drunk already, but at his words, she leaned in, her lips pursing to meet the tip of his cock in a soft kiss. Harvey’s groan filled the penthouse, and Skylar barely remembered there were other people in the room as her lips wrapped around Harvey’s cock.

It was long and thick in her mouth, and Skylar’s eyes watered as she tried to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. She gagged noisily on it, finally pulling back, panting. She looked up at him in awe.

“I can’t… I can’t suck it all.” Skylar panted, and the beast between Harvey’s legs throbbed at the admission.

Harvey gazed down at the insanely sexy blonde on her knees. Her face was flushed, her mouth open gasping in air, her eyes still watering from her cocksucking attempt, and those green eyes looked up at him desperately. Her lips found his shaft again, this time sliding along the side of it, and Harvey groaned as her tongue slid down the right side of his shaft, licking from tip to base.

Harvey’s cock pulsed at the attention, and Harvey groaned again when Skylar lowered her head to his balls.

Skylar’s lips found his heavy, cum-filled balls, and the eager heiress’s mouth closed around one of them. His cock throbbed as he felt her adoring suckling of his balls. Her tongue slid across them, nose inhaling every ounce of his scent, her lips planting soft kiss after soft kiss on them.

Harvey’s fingers found Skylar’s hair, and he pulled her away from his balls. There was a hazy, lustful look in the green-eyed teenager’s eyes, and she looked up at him in mournful confusion, like she’d really been loving slobbering all over his balls.

“I’m going to fuck you.” Harvey grunted, and Skylar grinned up at him like a girl about to get a big prize.

———

Across the room, on the couch, Robert and Whitney had the head start, and were already deep in the throes of lust. Robert had noticed the elevator doors open, and worried just briefly that the fun and games were over, but when he saw his friends stagger out with their paws all over Skylar and Heather, he just chuckled and looked back to Whitney.

The blonde on his cock had her face contorted in bliss, and his eyes drank in every inch of her body as she bounced up and down on his cock, moaning her head off. His hands were on her slender hips, and he leaned in to kiss her collarbone, then up to her neck, then even the underside of her chin, as her head was tipped heavenward.

It wasn’t every woman who could bounce on Robert Ravers’ infamous cock, but the sexy blonde teen girl on his cock right now was doing an incredible job. Her magnificent D cup breasts bounced freely in his face, and he gave them plenty of love. His lips brushed along the sensitive skin of her left breast, kissing her firm nipple and trailing kisses down into her cleavage, feeling her soft mountains pressed against his face as he kissed the skin between her incredible pair of tits.

Whitney’s moans came frequently and loudly, each one like a melody of their shared pleasure. Robert’s groans came just as often, feeling Whitney’s tight pussy squeezing around his legendary shaft.

“So… big…” Whitney moaned, and Robert seized her hips and pulled her down hard onto him, pushing his cock up into her as he did. Whitney moaned again, louder than ever as she felt his cock pressing deeper into her, stretching her out like she might never have been stretched before.

Robert grunted and rolled them over onto the neighboring couch cushion, Whitney’s tight, toned teenage body now pinned beneath him. His mouth slammed against hers hard, and she kissed back just as fiercely. He worried about bruising the poor girl’s lips, but she seemed perfectly unbothered by the **** of the kiss.

He felt Whitney’s incredible tits rubbing against his chest as he pounded her, her legs thrashing behind him until they finally wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper into her with each thrust.

“You’re taking this cock so good.” Robert growled into Whitney’s ear, and he felt the girl’s body try to arch against him, but she was fairly well pinned beneath him. “I bet you’ve had lots of practice, huh?”

“Nothing like this.” Whitney blurted, her arms wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his back as he slammed his cock into her, over and over again. Her incredible tits bounced wildly each time he slammed into her, and he pressed his chest down onto them, feeling those tits flatten against his chest, pinning them in place as he fucked her hard.

She’d been looking so damn good in that pink bandage dress it had been almost a crime to tear it off her, but she looked so delicious beneath it that he definitely did not regret stripping her down. He’d loved how her pretty blue eyes widened when she spotted his length, and loved even more how urgently she’d mounted his cock.

Whitney’s nails in his back dug deeper, but Robert did not care one bit, he just enjoyed feeling her soaked pussy wrap around his cock.

———

In the soft, shaggy fur carpet in front of the fireplace, Jonathan Wayne was the lucky man who got to unzip Heather’s low cut dress and tug it down her sensational pale curves. She turned to face him, her porcelain body covered only in a pair of panties. The dress definitely had been too revealing to allow for a bra, and as a result, Jon had these incredible pale DDs, round and pale and perfect, capped off by perfect, prominent nipples. Jonathan reached out with a groan, his hands finding her curvy ass and pulling her closer.

He lowered his head to her ample tits, his mouth closing around her nipple, eliciting a mewl of delight from the dark-haired teenager doing this to him. He thought vaguely of Sophia and knew she wouldn’t be too pleased with this, most likely, but damn it all, he needed Heather desperately. Her hand found his stomach as he suckled her breast, his own hands still pawing at her incredible ass.

She trailed her hand teasingly down his stomach until her fingers found the button of his pants. Her other hand joined the first, and he caught her nipple between his teeth as she undid the button of his pants. Heather gasped when he did it, gasp turning into an extremely erotic moan when he tugged on the nipple caught between his teeth, his tongue coming up to flick at it.

Her soft hand delved into his pants, and Jonathan’s hips bucked when her fingers found his hard length. The pad of her thumb trailed across his aching tip, gentle as a gust of wind. Jonathan groaned around her breast in his mouth, pulling back to look Heather in her electric blue eyes.

“You’ve only done one.” she told him poutily, licking those ruby red lips.

“My mistake.” Jon grinned, and he kissed Heather’s plump mouth heatedly as her fingers closed around his shaft, making him moan into her mouth. She accepted the moan eagerly, her tongue coming up to tease his. As the sultry beauty started pumping his cock in his pants, Jonathan pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses down her jaw. From her jaw, he traveled across the perfect porcelain of her sensitive neck, enjoying the whimpers and gasps that escaped her pretty mouth. His mouth carried on down her collarbone, kissing and licking it before continuing south to her right breast.

Heather wriggled against him as he trailed kisses along her breast, kisses leading down to her puffy nipple, which he took greedily into his mouth.

“You want these tits wrapped around your cock?” Heather panted after a little while, interrupting Jonathan’s tongue swirling around her protruding nipple.

“Fuck yes.” Jonathan groaned, and he straightened up as Heather dropped to her knees eagerly. He fished his cock fully out of his pants, noting just how much pre-cum that Heather’s talented hand had already milked out of him. He kicked his pants aside thoughtlessly, practically tearing off his shirt as it joined his pants out of sight and out of mind.

Heather on her knees was a vision of the heavens, and he adored the eager glint in her electric blue eyes, loved the way she planted featherlight kisses on his thighs, slowly moving towards his cock. She drew back suddenly, giving the very, very tip of his cock a kiss, right on the glans. She smirked delightedly up at him as his cock throbbed wildly against her lips, then she lifted up her hands to cup her tits.

Jonathan was enraptured by the view, watching Heather cup and jiggle her tits for him, bouncing on her knees so they’d jump appetizingly for his hungry eyes. Then, Heather moved forwards and wrapped her incredible DDs around his cock. They enveloped him like pillows, her tits sliding down to rest against his pelvis as the tip of his cock met her lips. She wrapped the purplish head of his cock between her lips, tongue teasing at the retracted foreskin of it as she began jerking him off with her perfect breasts.

His cock throbbed steadily in her warm bosom, and he groaned audibly as she dragged those heavy round pillows up and down his length. Her mouth bobbed on the first inch or two of his cock, as she couldn’t really go deeper without compromising the titjob, and Jonathan had no desire for that to stop.

“Goddamn… Heather…” Jon grunted raggedly, and she smirked around his cock, bouncing her tits with her hands for him. She adjusted her grip on her tits slightly, freeing up one hand as she used her entire other arm to keep her tits squeezed together. Jonathan pulsed between her heavy boobs as they squeezed tighter around him, and his hips bucked instinctually, hitting Heather’s face with his cock. She laughed huskily, her newly freed hand coming up to cup and fondle his balls.

She played with them perfectly, fingers trailing across them, even teasingly dragging a nail across them lightly.

“You’re so hard.” Heather giggled. “Not every day you get something like this, huh?”

“Definitely not.” Jonathan groaned.

“Mrs. Wayne doesn’t have tits like these, huh?” Heather smirked, licking the tip of his cock as she compressed her tits more around his cock, bouncing them for him.

“No, she does not.” Jonathan grunted, hips bucking again.

“You need to find a girl to take care of this incredible cock for you, then, sir.” Heather said breathily. “Somebody with big round tits who’d take good care of your staff.”

A woman flashed in Jonathan’s mind, a gorgeous blonde woman he had gone to high school with, his mind filled with her gorgeous teal eyes and exactly the kind of incredibly ample tits that Heather was talking about.

“Ooh, you know somebody for the job, huh?” Heather grinned.

“I do.” Jonathan grunted.

“Mmm, you going to get home to Amethyst Shore and make that busty slut wrap her tits around this huge cock?” Heather smirked, kissing the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, you are a dangerous little tease.” Jonathan grunted.

Heather laughed. “So I’ve been told.”

———

Whitney Diamond was moaning her head off, pinned beneath Robert Ravers. Her legs and arms were wrapped around him, his strong chest squashing her tits between his chest and hers. His incredible cock was pounding into her endlessly, and Whitney sincerely hoped he never stopped.

Alas, almost as soon as she formed that thought, Robert backed off, groaning. A loud whine of complaint burst from Whitney’s lips as she suddenly felt extremely empty. Her cheeks reddened at the involuntary noise, making Robert laugh.

“You want to swap them around?” Robert asked Harvey and Jonathan, and as Whitney watched, Robert started stroking his cock looking at Skylar, who was currently getting fucked by Whitney’s own daddy in doggystyle. She swallowed hard, suddenly faced with the view of Harvey Diamond’s huge, rock hard cock pull out of Skylar’s dripping cunt.

Whitney whimpered softly to herself, thighs rubbing together as she stared at Harvey’s infamous cock. The legends about him back in Honey Hollow were definitely not exaggerating.

“I’m not against a switch.” Harvey grinned, and as his gaze turned towards Heather, him and Whitney locked eyes. Whitney blushed deeply as her father’s eyes widened. She saw his cock physically react to the sight of her naked, and Whitney swallowed hard seeing his eyes rake down her body, from her pretty blonde hair all messed up currently, her big sweaty D-cup tits, down to her soaked, glistening pussy.

Skylar looked towards Harvey with a pouty face, until Robert stepped up behind her. Skylar looked back at Robert, then down at his cock. Whitney wasn’t sure who was bigger between Harvey and Robert, but both of them were packing some serious heat. She imagined Jonathan was too, but she hadn’t gotten a glimpse of his yet.

As Whitney watched, Robert put one hand on Skylar’s hip, the other one still idly stroking his cock. He gripped it by the base suddenly and smacked it on Skylar’s pussy a few times, clearly enjoying her whimpers. He rubbed his cock against Skylar’s pert ass a little bit, and Whitney swore she saw him tease Skylar’s asshole with the tip of his cock. The way Skylar’s back arched so suddenly definitely supported that theory. Chuckling, Robert put both hands on Skylar’s waist, and drove his cock into the other blonde girl’s needy pussy.

Skylar moaned happily, pushing back against Robert while gazing adoringly up at him. Groaning, Robert leaned down and kissed Skylar, their lips locking together passionately as he slammed his hips into her over and over again, his pelvis joining with her ass each time he thrusted into her pussy.

Harvey walked over to Jonathan and Heather, and Whitney tried hard not to stare at the cock that had made her, but it was so damn hard when it was that big and hard. With a jolt, Whitney realized her hand had migrated between her legs of its’ own volition. Her fingers were teasing her entrance, and she bit her lip, staring at Harvey’s cock as she kept rubbing her pussy.

Harvey and Jonathan exchanged a few more words, before Jonathan stepped away from Heather, who was on her knees. Harvey took Heather’s spot, and Whitney watched in flaming jealously as Heather wrapped her lips around Harvey’s big cock and began sucking him.

Whitney stood up, moving towards Heather, but she realized abruptly that she couldn’t. Stopping Heather would mean explaining the jealousy that Whitney should definitely not have.

“Is everything alright?” Jonathan asked, his green eyes worried. “If you don’t want to swap, we can stop, Whitney.”

Harvey looked over his shoulder at the sound of Jonathan’s words, looking worried.

“No, I’m fine.” Whitney said decisively. She turned towards Jonathan, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely, lifting a leg as she rubbed her soaked pussy against Jonathan’s cock.

“Just fine.” Whitney exhaled happily as she lowered herself onto Jonathan’s cock, his hands on her body supporting her. She looked down as she did it, and saw to her amazement that Jonathan was just as big as Harvey and Robert. What were the odds that the three most hung men she’d ever seen would be such close friends back in college?

Jonathan lifted her up fully, both her legs settling around his waist as she sank fully down onto his cock, groaning. She bounced hungrily on it, and she noted Jonathan’s eyes fully on her bouncing D-cups. She grinned, and gave them a bit of extra jiggle every chance she got, enjoying the older man’s appreciation of them.

———

Skylar Wayne felt so full. So incredibly full.

She had one hand between her legs, frantically rubbing her pussy as Robert Ravers was slamming into her over and over again. Her pussy had been a whole lot tighter an hour ago, but Harvey and now Robert were stretching her tight hole out so damn much.

Skylar had been on her hands and knees at first, but her hands had since given out. One was between her legs now, and the other was gripping at the couch cushion. Each thrust of Robert’s big cock made Skylar feel so full she couldn’t help but groan, writhing under Robert’s ministration. Her tits rubbed against the cushion of the couch, the fabric of it not feeling too bad against her extremely erect nipples. Her headlights were definitely on, and the gearshift inside her was fucking huge. Did that analogy make sense? Skylar’s brain was not working so great right now, she was mostly focused with moaning and trying to keep some semblance of sanity as she got fucked like crazy.

This was clearly a man with experience, and holy shit, he was using it. His thrusts seemed angled perfectly to tease her most sensitive spots, and some of his thrusts were so deep and perfect that she felt like a cartoon character with hearts for eyes and birds spinning around her head.

Robert’s hands clutched at her hips hard, and she enjoyed the firmness of his grip as he fucked her. Skylar had never been fucked by someone Harvey and Robert’s age prior to tonight, but goddamn, she might need to get in bed with men his age more frequently if they would fuck her like this.

His cock flexed inside her, making Skylar groan as Robert pushed inside her balls deep. She felt his heavy balls smack against her thighs and she absolutely loved that feeling.

“Oh, fuck!” Skylar cried out, arching her back as Robert’s hips pushed harder into her ass, trying to get his cock as deep into her as he possibly could. She pushed back against him, face pressed into the couch cushion, moaning her head off. Her blonde hair was a mess, she was sure her mascara was running, and she probably looked to be in quite a state, but the only state she was in was a state of bliss.

“You feel so good…” Robert growled, his voice a touch unsteady.

“So do you.” Skylar shook her head, looking back at him breathlessly. “You feel incredible.”

Robert grinned broadly and went back to pounding her, making Skylar’s eyes roll back in ecstasy.

———

Heather Ravers laid on her back, legs spread, and Harvey Diamond had her gasping and panting as he rubbed his cock against her dripping wet entrance. She had absolutely loved the feeling of Jonathan’s cock between her tits (and in her mouth). And now, Harvey was teasing her, sliding his shaft along her pussy, right after having her suck his big cock. It was no surprise that he glided across her pussy with no issue, lubricated by Heather’s juices.

His cock was as huge as Jonathan’s was, and Heather loved watching it rub against her slit. She was clutching at one of her breasts with one hand, and the other one was stroking Harvey’s cock as he teased her with it.

“Come on, please..” Heather panted. “Fuck me!”

“You want me to fuck you?” Harvey grinned.

“Yes!” Heather begged. “Fill me with this hush cock!”

“Since you put it so nicely.” Harvey grinned, and he pulled his hips back, lining his tip up with Heather’s entrance. His cock poking at her sent shivers down Heather’s spine, and as he sank his hips deeper into her, Heather moaned loudly, hips lifting off the ground as Harvey kept going, cock getting deeper and deeper.

Holy hell, was it ever going to stop? Heather was writhing on the shaggy fur carpet, hips bucking as Harvey just kept filling her up, slowly sliding deeper and deeper. He wasn’t thrusting back and forth, he was just pushing, filling her up inch by inch.

“Oh, God…” Heather moaned, fingers gripping at the fur of the carpet. It was almost a relief when Harvey’s hips met hers and he bottomed out in her. She had half worried his cock would never end, it’s what it felt like as he just kept slowly sliding into her. Heather’s hand went to her flat, toned belly, sliding further down between her legs, and she gasped as Harvey pulled out of her about halfway, leaving her feeling distinctly empty.

“Ohhhhh…” Heather moaned, looking at the cock half buried into her, then up at Harvey. He grinned, and started fucking her in earnest, each thrust jolting Heather, sending her DD-cup tits bouncing wildly. They were bouncing like crazy as Harvey slammed into her, and Heather could see how much that interested the man fucking her.

If she had enough brainpower left to smirk, she might have.

———

Jonathan Wayne held Whitney in his arms happily, bouncing the girl on his cock as her tight pussy enveloped him over and over again. It was a slightly difficult position to fuck in, but Whitney was light, Jonathan had no problems lifting her up just to drop her back down on his cock. Really, gravity was doing most of the work, and it seemed like they were both loving it.

Whitney’s face was buried in Jonathan’s neck, moaning directly into his skin as he fucked her good. He felt her breasts rubbing up against his chest, an amazing feeling. Heather was the bustiest girl here, but Skylar and Whitney both had incredible racks, too.

No, wait. Just Whitney. Jonathan definitely had not been looking at his baby girl’s big tits. That was wrong. It was just Whitney and Heather. Whitney’s lips brought him back to her, and he gripped the girl tightly as he started thrusting into her hard.

Each sexy moan escaping Whitney’s lips chased thoughts of Skylar away. Or, it did until he heard Skylar’s own moans. Unable to help himself, he looked towards where Skylar was getting fucked by Robert. His cock leaped inside Whitney’s pussy seeing Skylar in such a sexual position. She was sprawled out on the couch, ass up in the air, getting jackhammered by Robert.

Jonathan’s thrusting into Whitney grew more frantic as he watched Skylar getting fucked, watching the lust and pleasure contort his angel’s face, seeing her big tits rubbing against the couch, watching her finger her own pussy as Robert fucked it.

“O-o-oh my god!” Whitney’s cry snapped him out of it, and he realized he was absolutely pounding Whitney. His lust for Skylar had translated directly into the **** of his thrusts into Whitney. He held Whitney tight as the girl’s body trembled in orgasm, body arching into him as her pussy squeezed his throbbing cock.

“Cum!” Whitney gasped, her lips slamming into his. “Cum with me!”

Jon groaned, feeling Whitney’s tits squeeze into his chest, feeling her ass beneath his fingers, feeling her pussy wrapped around him, and looking over at Skylar’s naked body, Jonathan grunted and exploded deep inside Whitney’s pussy.

She moaned happily, wrapping herself tighter around him, if that was even possible, and they rode out their pleasure together, Jon dropping down onto the couch opposite Robert and Skylar’s before his legs began to shake too badly from pleasure.

Whitney kissed him eagerly, and Jonathan kissed back, his hands sliding up her spine, reveling in the feeling of her smooth bare skin.

———

Robert pulled out of Skylar, enjoying the view of cum dripping down her thighs. She looked back at him with a euphoric smile, one that made him grab her, pull her close, and kiss the sexy blonde teenager. It had been quite a while since he’d fucked a girl so young, and he very much enjoyed getting his hands all over her sexy body.

He played with her tits as they kissed, then stroked down her perfect flat stomach, around her waist to grip her ass, enjoying the soft gasp she let out against his mouth, and the way she writhed a bit in his grasp.

It took very little time for Skylar’s young, nubile body to get Robert raging hard again, and she rocked back against it, his cock having hardened in such a spot to be nestled between her ass cheeks, throbbing in that delicious crevice.

“You, honey, are so damn sexy.” Robert growled in Skylar’s ear, and he felt the eighteen year old girl shiver in his arms. He nipped at her ear, enjoying her little inhale of breath. Skylar slid off of Robert’s lap, and Robert looked over to see Jonathan and Whitney had finished fucking as well, and Whitney was currently moaning while Jonathan kissed and licked her breasts.

Robert had to agree, Harvey’s daughter had some damn incredible tits. However, he thought, reaching out to cup Skylar’s tits, thumbs brushing across her firm nipples, Jonathan’s daughter had a damn fantastic pair, too.

Sexy moans captured Robert’s attention, and he looked traitorously towards the view he’d been purposely ignoring. His breath caught as he saw his busty daughter getting fucked by Harvey still, though by the looks of it, neither her nor Harvey would last much longer.

Heather’s big tits, bigger than Skylar or Whitney’s, Robert thought with just a touch of pride, were bouncing wildly, and her blue eyes were fluttering with ecstasy. She had inherited so much of her mother’s ridiculously sexy appearance, and Robert had been noticing far too often recently just how sexy Heather had grown up to be.

Harvey and Heather came to a passionate conclusion just a minute or two later, and the sounds of Heather orgasming had Robert fiercely hard, which inspired Skylar to reach out and start pumping his cock, which he loved. Her hand was soft and talented, stroking him with the perfect amount of ****. She may not have had a cock his size before, but she clearly knew her way around one.

A glance at the sexy green-eyed blonde working his cock, however, showed she was barely looking at it, or him. Robert followed her gaze, and found it angled almost directly at Jonathan’s cock. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one in this penthouse who was having impure thoughts about a family member.

An inkling of an idea rose up in Robert’s head, one that had some potential to go seriously wrong, but if it went right…

Robert reached out to grab Skylar by her waist and yank her closer. It jolted her out of staring at Jonathan, bringing her eyes back to him in surprise. He drew the girl close, kissing her with a quick nip at her lower lip, before kissing her way to his ear. Her hand was still pumping his cock, even better now than before, perhaps because he had her full attention now.

“I see you looking at your father.” Robert murmured in Skylar’s ear. She tensed up, but Robert stroked her back soothingly, murmuring assurances.

“No, no, don’t worry.” Robert breathed in her ear. “I’m not put off by it, in fact… I’ve been looking at Heather much the same.”

Skylar exhaled in surprise or relief, or some mixture of the two.

“You know…” Robert ventured, idly cupping Skylar’s big D cup tits. “If we were to suggest one more swap, one much more taboo swap… they just might agree to it.”

“And if they don’t?” Skylar raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s hope they do?” Robert grinned, making Skylar laugh. She looked towards him, and Robert squeezed the sexy blonde teen’s tits as he kissed her again.

“Just follow my lead.” Robert said, and Skylar nodded, an eagerness in her pretty green eyes. Robert really needed to be careful with Skylar, or he’d dump too many loads into her to have one left for Heather. Skylar Wayne was one seriously sexy girl.

“You know…” Robert said out loud, drawing looks from the four other occupants of the room. Skylar squeezed his thigh, her hand coming off his cock, maybe so Heather could see it better, which would be masterful if so.

“There’s one last swap we could do, if anybody would like to.” Robert said bluntly. No reason to beat around the bush. Either they’d like the idea or they wouldn’t, but trying to skirt around it wouldn’t help.

“I think it’s a fun idea.” Skylar bit her lip, looking towards Jonathan. “It’s taboo, but… I want it.”

“So do I.” Robert said, looking towards Heather.

Heather’s eyes widened, staring at her father in surprise. Robert held her gaze, and a flush spread across her pale cheeks, followed by the same eagerness in her pretty blue eyes that he had just seen in Skylar’s.

“I’m not against that.” Harvey said carefully, and Robert saw him looking at Whitney, who was biting her lip and looking back at Harvey.

Robert looked lastly to Jonathan, who was gazing at Skylar with naked desire.

“Seems like we’re all in agreement.” Heather smirked.

“Sure seems that way.” Harvey chuckled.

There was a brief pause, in which it seemed like nobody wanted to make the first move.

Well, it was his idea after all.

Robert stood and moved towards Heather. In an instant, Whitney was up on her feet, coming towards Harvey. Skylar rose from the couch and crossed the room to Jon, who met her in the middle.

“Daddy.” Heather gasped as Robert reached her. He knelt down, leaned in, and kissed his own daughter.

Her lips were soft, so soft, and nice and plump. His hand lifted to cup her cheek as they kissed, and when Robert turned his body towards Heather, his cock grazed her stomach, sending an electrified jolt through his body. He gasped against Heather’s mouth, just as she did the same. They broke apart, gazing into each other’s identical eyes.

Heather was breathing hard, the hurried rise and fall of her chest making her tits move in such a manner that Robert couldn’t help but look down at them. He looked back up to see Heather staring at him, a burning need in her eyes.

“Daddy…” Heather panted.

“Yes, pumpkin?” Robert asked, his voice sounding off to his ears.

“Fuck me.” Heather begged, and Robert never could say no to his baby girl.

———

Harvey stared as Whitney rose up off the couch and came towards him. His Whitney. His own daughter. As she walked, his eyes couldn’t help but look her up and down.

He was only a simple man, and this simple man had a long history of checking out women he was not supposed to be checking out. Checking out Whitney was a new level of depravity though, he had to admit.

Her long, straight blonde hair was a bit disheveled by this point in the night, and she had some marks on her neck. Her mouthwatering D-cup breasts swayed as she continued walking, and his eyes followed the curve of her body down to her tight, flawless stomach. His little girl’s cheerleading career had kept her in phenomenal shape. Then from there, it was just a little lower that he drank in the view of Whitney’s pussy.

This was his daughter. He had made her, made this impossibly sexy girl, and as she lowered down into his lap, sitting down on her thighs, Harvey found his breathing was ragged. He was hardly thinking straight, and his cock was so hard it ached.

Whitney looked down at it, the cock she must have heard stories about. He’d tried to shelter her from his antics at first, but eventually she had gotten old enough to know what was going on whenever she wasn’t home. Or sometimes while she was.

Whitney was his confidant in everything, the girl he had kept by his side through the divorce, through everything. Sitting naked in his lap. Damn, he hated when Willow was right. He had been a bad influence on Whitney, but at this moment, that felt like the best thing on earth.

“Fuck.” Harvey sighed, then he grabbed Whitney’s face in both hands and kissed her. She kissed back immediately, sliding closer so their bodies could meet. She came into contact with his cock, and it pulsated against her fiercely. She giggled, looking down at it.

“Looks like you’ve got a little situation going on there, Daddy.” Whitney smirked, that typical playful look in her eyes. He’d never seen it used on him in quite this context though.

He’d be fucking lying if he said he hadn’t noticed for a long time just how sexy Whitney had gotten. Just how big those tits of hers has gotten. Those tits of hers that right now, he lifted his hands to squeeze, eliciting a sexy moan from his daughter’s lips.

His daughter. His pumpkin.

Willow was going to kill him.

But damn it all, he did not care one bit.

———

Jonathan Wayne saw Skylar get up and come towards him, and even before he had time to think consciously, he was up on his own feet. They met in the middle, and Jon had just one instant to think about how crazy this all was, until Skylar leaped into his arms, kissing him ferociously.

“Daddy…” his angel moaned into his mouth, and Jon grunted as his cock leaped. His hands caught her by the ass, holding her tightly to him. Her perky D cup breasts smashed into his chest, and Jon groaned loudly when his cock met her toned, flat stomach.

Skylar was so damn sexy. His tall, leggy blonde daughter, with her slim curves and her big tits, her gorgeous green eyes and her beautiful blonde hair.

He rubbed his cock against her belly needily as they kissed again, her hand coming up to the back of his head. Jonathan wasn’t sure which direction the couches were, he felt drunk off Skylar’s kiss. His own fucking daughter was kissing him, and he definitely wasn’t going to be able to fuck her standing up, he would not have the bandwidth for that with her.

Jonathan gripped Skylar tightly and guided her down onto the soft and shaggy fur carpet, the one currently occupied by the other two father-daughter pairs, also lost in the throes of passion.

He had certainly not expected the penthouse he’d gotten for the night to be used this way, but he had no complaints whatsoever. He might have a hefty cleaning fee to pay though.

Jonathan reached down and grasped his throbbing cock, and he met Skylar’s bright green eyes as he did so. His cock pulsed in his hand at the sight of his naked angel, his Skylar, looking at him for all the world like she was dying for him to fuck her.

Skylar Wayne always got what she wanted, Sophia always laughed at Jon for spoiling her, but right now, Jon did not intend to stop spoiling her. With a low groan, Jonathan lined his cock up with his daughter’s dripping wet entrance, and he stared into her eyes as he drove his cock forwards.

Skylar’s body arched at the feeling of her daddy’s cock sliding into it, and she let out a moan that, to her surprise, was mirrored on both sides. She looked over to her left and saw Robert fucking Heather missionary, just like Jonathan was doing to her. She watched Heather’s big sexy tits bounce as her daddy fucked her, and felt her thighs clamp around Jonathan’s waist, pulling her daddy deeper into her.

Looking to her right was just as arousing a view, seeing Whitney in Harvey’s lap, bouncing eagerly on her daddy’s cock. Unlike with Heather and Robert, from the angle Skylar was at, Sky could watch Harvey’s huge cock vanishing deep into Whitney’s pussy.

Her body fell back to the carpet, losing its’ dramatic arch, and her eyes landed on her father, who had his hands on her thighs, holding her legs aloft as he thrusted in and out of her, each motion of his cock making Skylar gasp. He wasn’t noticeably bigger than Harvey or Robert, but something about his cock just felt perfect. Like… like she was made to take it.

Fuck… she was. She was born to take her daddy’s cock just like this, and she was finally realizing her true potential.

From the look on Jonathan's face, it was very clear he was feeling the same mind-blowing pleasure that she was.

“Daddy…” Skylar gasped. “You… I… your…”

Words had abandoned her, she was deep in the clutches of Horny Sky, her stupid, lusty alter ego.

“You feel fucking perfect around me.” Jonathan grunted, and Skylar almost teared up with relief that he understood, that he felt the same.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, nodding desperately. “Yes! Your cock is perfect!”

He slammed into her with forceful thrusts, a perfect, euphoric rhythm. Her legs were over his forearms, spread wide to accommodate the size of her daddy’s cock that was drilling into her.

There was motion to her left, and Skylar felt almost drunk as she turned to look. It was Heather being laid down beside her, and her green eyes followed the busty brunette’s body to see Robert hammering into her.

“I need… to thank your daughter.” Robert grunted. “For her help with suggesting this idea.”

“You two… planned this?” Jonathan laughed, a little breathless.

“We noticed each other checking out someone we shouldn’t be.” Robert chuckled.

“T-thank you.” Heather moaned, looking towards Skylar. “My daddy feels so good.”

“So does mine.” Skylar gasped. Heather reached out, caught Skylar’s face, and kissed her. She heard sounds of enjoyment from both men, and Jonathan picked up the pace he was fucking her as her and Heather made out sloppily. Skylar lifted her hand to one of Heather’s tits but found Robert’s hand already there. She went to move her hand but Robert caught her by the wrist and pulled her away from Heather.

“Huh?” Skylar blinked, but then Robert was kissing her. He palmed one of her tits, and Skylar gasped into his mouth. Jonathan was still pounding her as Robert kissed her, and she kissed the handsome brunette man back eagerly.

When Robert and Skylar finally separated, Heather captured Skylar’s lips again needily, and Skylar eagerly kissed the younger Ravers back.

She felt a big, masculine hand on her tits, but she wasn’t sure if it was Robert or Jonathan, and frankly, she didn’t care. She was loving it. Heather shoved her tongue into Skylar’s mouth, and Skylar’s tongue came to greet the newcomer cheerfully.

“Our daughters are way too fucking sexy.” she heard Harvey say, and Skylar felt a feminine hand that must be Whitney’s on her stomach as a pair of soft plump lips found her neck.

Jonathan’s cock between her legs throbbed massively, and Skylar moaned loudly into Heather’s mouth as Jonathan kept fucking her.

“Tell me about it.” Skylar heard her father laugh.

Heather suddenly pulled away from Skylar with a sound of protest, and Skylar opened her eyes to see Jonathan pulling out of her pussy. She felt indescribably empty for a second before Robert was slamming into her.

Her body arched at the suddenness of the intrusion, panting hard.

“Needed to thank you properly.” Robert told her with a smirk. Skylar beamed at him before Whitney lifted her head and kissed her. Skylar eagerly kissed the other blonde girl, lifting her hand to cup Whitney’s cheek. Off to the side, she heard Heather’s now familiar moans of pleasure, coupled with her daddy’s grunts, and surmised that Jonathan was taking care of Heather while Robert thanked Skylar. Harvey pulled Whitney away, flipping her over to pound into her doggystyle.

“Alright…” Robert panted after a minute more of vicious pounding into Skylar’s soaked pussy. “I think that’s a good enough thank you.”

“Y-you’re welcome.” Skylar smiled drunkenly at Robert, who laughed before yielding his spot back to Jonathan, who started fucking her again with a fierceness.

“There we go.” Skylar moaned happily, arching to meet Jonathan’s thrusts.

“Robert wanted to thank you.” Jonathan shrugged.

“Had… nothing to do… with the fact you didn’t get to fuck Heather earlier, huh?” Skylar smirked.

Jonathan chuckled, and he sank all the way into Skylar with such ferocity it left both Waynes breathless. Skylar heard her father’s breath catch, and she moaned happily as his cock started spurting into her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” he said by way of response, smirking at her. Skylar beamed.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy.”