Jonathon Black - The family Man

“Peggy, let the dishes go. I think it would be nice if we took a shower and relaxed this evening. You didn't have anything planned, did you?”

“No.” She was scowling at him apprehensively. “You didn't mean we should take a shower together, did you?”

“Of course,” he replied nonchalantly. “Why not? We don't have anything to hide from each other, do we? Besides, now that you know what it's all about, I thought you might find it a bit more interesting to see how a man is put together.”

“I'm not so sure, Dad. To tell you the truth, I've kinda been trying to forget that stuff.” A shiver ran through her. “I don't even want to remember seeing Jo and Brenda together like they were.”

Dan reached across to take her hand while he spoke soothingly to her. “I can appreciate that, sweet. The thing is, you must know these things if you ever want to grow up. It's all part of life. You trust me, don't you?”

She had to avert her eyes. After his licking her and ramming her rump with his huge cock, she didn't know whether she could believe him or not. When Jo had told her she knew all about it that afternoon, her sister had passed it off as though it was nothing, but it was to her.

“I guess I do, Dad, if you tell me what's going to happen.”

“Let's let that take care of itself, honey.” He rose to his feet and picked up his cigarettes, then stepped to the counter to mix a drink. “You clear the table and stack the dishes, and I'll go get things started in my bathroom. We'll have to make it fast, because it's already seven-thirty.”

“All right. Give me five minutes.” Peggy was filled with anxious foreboding as she set about her task. She had to admit, if only to herself, that she was leery of what he might do to her with his mammoth muscle. If he forced her to suck it, and shot that gunk into her mouth, she was certain it would gag her. And if he wanted to stick it in her cunny, she was afraid she couldn't take it.

Dan undressed and draped his clothes over the closet doorknob, then carried his highball into the bathroom. He ran his electric razor-over his face, brushed his teeth, then turned on the shower to lukewarm. He was laying out fresh towels when Peggy appeared in the doorway, her smooth bare body gleaming and her arms dangling at her sides.

“All set, sweetheart?”

Her stare was fixed on the enormous pole angling up from his groin and the hairy sack that hung between his muscular thighs. “I guess so.”

“Fine. Let's get in.” He opened the door, helped her into the tub, then followed her. When she turned to face him, he marveled again at how a mere eleven-year-old could have such a perfectly formed body. She didn't seem to be aware that her long nipples were hard and pointing straight out from her tits. While she gawked at his rigid joint and scrotum, he gazed at the thick puffy lips of her twat that poked out through the clipped pubic hair.

“When you're hard like that, it means you want to do something with it, doesn't it?” she asked timidly.

“Usually, but I'm sure Jo told you about the different ways to take care of it. Stand still and let me soap you down.”

He sudsed up a cloth, then began washing her fascinating figure, starting at her neck and working down. She flinched slightly when he got to her fleshy globes, but she didn't back away, letting him caress the twin mountains as long as he liked. He did her belly, legs and snatch, then turned her around to get at her back. As soon as he was finished with her buns, he shoved his swollen dick into the crack of her ass and reached around her to fondle her wet tits and foam-covered pussy.

“That's not so bad, is it?” he whispered, kissing her hair and the side of her neck.

She was trembling inside, and wondered if he could feel it. The hot hard cockhead punching into her anal crevice was disturbing, forcing her to recall how it had felt spearing into her colon. He was feeling her tenderly, squeezing her boobies and sliding a soap-slick finger up and down the slash between her thighs.

“No, it's not. Do you want me to wash you, now?”

“In a second. Do you like me to touch you like this on your tits and cunt?”

She couldn't say no. It was pleasant. Surging tingles were rumbling out from her pelvis to all parts of her body, particularly her nipples. The titanic piston dancing in her ass crack was no longer gross, but felt snug and cozy, putting her at ease.

“I think I do. It's sure different from anything I've ever done. Do you like it?”

“You bet! More than you'll ever know.” He dropped his hands and backed up under the stinging spray. “All right. You can wash me now.”

Peggy turned around, grabbed the cloth, and scrubbed him down. She was hesitant about doing his cock and balls and left them till last, but when she crouched down to wash them, she let the cloth slip from her fingers and soaped them up with her hands, feeling the strength in his giant cock and lingering over the queer sack that contained two marblelike objects.

“That's the girl!” Dan groaned as she massaged his genitals. “Now, why don't you reach back and slip a finger in my ass? That's the only way to get it clean.”

The shower rain was shooting over his shoulders and rinsing his peter as she groped behind his tool, located his bung, and speared her index finger through the sphincter. She had never felt inside a human body, not even her own, and when his anal muscle clamped on her digit, she let out a squeal.

“Eeeyyyooowww! Daddy! God! Do I feel like that in my butt? It's so hot, and tight! Jeepers!”

He looked down at her tender young mouth that was only a hands breadth away from the tip of his straining poker. His immediate inclination was to jam his blood-gorged prick into her mouth, but he held back to let her do it of her own volition.

“Yes, baby, you're just like that. Kiss my cock, now. And suck on it a little bit. I promise I won't cum in your mouth if you don't want me to.”

The chilling fright returned when she tried to imagine stretching her lips over his tremendous cock. It wasn't nearly as terrifying as it had been, but she still had qualms about taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. “Do I really have to, Daddy? Is it so important that I do?”

“I believe it is, Peg. You're going to do it to someone sooner or later. Wouldn't you rather it be me that you try out on?”

Her lower lip was quivering when she nodded her head. She had to agree with him. If it had to be, she would much rather do it to her father than some snotty boy. Her finger was still embedded in his ass and her other hand was cradling his balls when she leaned forward and began kissing the bulbous knob of his organ. It was clean, she knew that, and there was no flavor to it except a faint soapy taste.

“Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh, baby! That's what I wanted! Kiss it, darling! Kiss it real good, then suck it! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Oh, damn! Pump your ringer in my ass! Aaaggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! You're doing fine! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!”

The girl was becoming strangely excited when she realized how much effect she was having on him. It was exhilarating to know that just by using her mouth and hands, she could give him so much pleasure. Since it didn't hurt her at all, and there was clearly nothing to fear, she was beginning to enjoy it.

“Uuummmfff! Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuummmfff!”

Dan's legs were quaking and his bung hole was clenching tighter as he rumped her wet hair and watched her nibble on his aching joint. Gradually, almost as if she were doing it unconsciously, her lower jaw dropped and she was taking his flaming organ into her mouth. He first felt her sharp little teeth on the turgid end of his poker, then her raspy tongue was wiping back and forth on the sensitive underside. She was sucking like a pro, even though she'd never given a blow job.