David Crane: The family_s animal fun

Her hand moved higher, toward his cock-bulge.

Frank raised his own hand, thinking to nip this in the bud. His hand hovered over hers, open and trembling. Then it dropped back to his side. Debby smiled triumphantly.

"I'm not a virgin, Daddy," she whispered.

He closed his eyes. "Debby – I'm your father! We mustn't make love!"

"Fuck, you mean?" she giggled.

Frank nodded.

"I guess not," Debby sighed.

Frank surged with divided emotions, relieved that his daughter had agreed, yet grievously disappointed at the same time. The forbidden fruits of incest were juicy in his mind.

But then the naughty nymph said: "But there are lots of other things we could do."

Again her hand slid up his leg, her splayed fingers stroking close to the top. His huge prick bucked like a bronco, threatening to burst right through his trousers. He sprawled back in the chair, feeling perfectly helpless, unable to resist anything. He was putty in her hands. She was molding him like clay. She rested her cheek against his thigh. He could feel the warmth of her breath waft up the inside of his leg.

"Nice things, Daddy," she whispered.

Incest is taboo! his conscience screamed.

But his id, that clever definer of terms, asked: What is incest? Fucking, certainly. But other things – those nice things at which she hinted – were they, too, incest?

Stop this, Debby, he silently pleaded. But when he tried to speak, no words came out. His vocal cords seemed as stiff as his prick.

Then her hand moved across and cupped the bulging swell of his prick. Frank gasped, his whole body vibrating. She gently squeezed his balls, then traced her fingers up the outline of his elongated cockshaft.

"Ooooh – your prick is so big and hard Daddy – and your balls are so full," she whimpered.

She drew her hand down his cockstalk. The contours of his swollen cockhead swelled in his fly and a damp patch spread out as his piss hole began to weep.

"Can I take it out, Daddy?" she whispered.

Did Frank try to shake his head in the negative? He willed his neck muscles to do so – but he nodded, instead. I'll let her touch me, his tortured mind decided. Just her hands – no more. That isn't really so wicked.

He stared down through slitted eyes, watching the lithesome teenager fumble with the zipper of his fly. She drew the clasp down an inch or two, then drew it back up. The zipper rasped. Frank's breathing rasped, as well. Teasingly, she pulled the zipper lower. Tauntingly, she pulled it up again. His cock was rampaging wildly in his pants, raging to be free. Debby glanced up at him from the tops of her blue eyes, impishly gazing through lowered lashes.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not a cock-teaser."

Then she pulled the zipper all the way down. Frank was wearing white cotton briefs. His prick was trapped in them. It shot from his open fly, shrouded in the white material, dragging the elastic waistband out from his flat belly. Debby gazed at his groin for a moment, fascinated. She opened the belt and unfastened the top of his pants. His fly fell open in a wide wedge. Encased in the white cotton, the outline of his cock and balls was fully displayed. Debby's face was close, and he felt her breath drift over his thundering cockmeat. Where the head of his cock bulged in his shorts, a slimy patch spread out. Debby cupped his balls in her upturned palm, lifting them as if judging the weight of his cum-load.

She made a little purring sound, squeezing, feeling the hard balls shift inside the hairy sac.

Her fingers traced up the underside of his cockshaft and her thumb rubbed against the sensitive spot where his prick-knob swelled out from the cockrod.

The damp, sticky patch spread wider as more pre-cum seeped from his parted piss hole.

Debby's face was a mask of desire now, her eyes narrowed and her sensual lips parted and panting. She tucked her fingers under the elastic of his shorts and tugged them out wide, pulling them down from his rampant prick and tucking them under his balls, leaving all of his crotch bared.

"Gee – you got a lovely cock," she murmured.

Frank wondered how many cocks his sweet little girl had known before. The thought tormented him. Was his daughter promiscuous? Did he want her to be promiscuous? His conscience was losing the struggle with his id and parental propriety was yielding to pure passion.

For a long moment, she simply looked at his cock and balls in admiration. Her face was close to him. Just as he could feel her warm breath on his cockmeat, he knew she could feel the heat of his pounding prick waft into her radiant face. Her blonde head tilted from side to side as she studied his cock from all angles, intrigued.

Her left hand slid up and cupped him under the balls again, fondling them gently and lovingly. Frank thought that he could actually hear his massive cum-load slosh around inside his balls as she caressed them.

She folded her other hand around the thick root of his cockshaft, squeezing, moaning when she felt that iron-hard fucker throb in her fist. His prick was so fat that the girl could barely span it in her delicate hand.

Her fist skimmed up lightly, just brushing over his hot cockstalk. His cockmeat was so hot that the randy little minx half expected it to blister her palm and singe her fingers. She tightened her grip and stroked again, very slowly. As her fist pulled up, his foreskin curled over the ledge of his swollen purple cockhead, and when she pulled back to the hilt that cockhead flared out wide.

She was staring at him so intently, so longingly, that Frank felt he could feel her gaze burning into him, branding his flesh like laser beams. She pumped him again. His cockhead was a huge, mushroom-shaped wedge of meat. When she stroked down toward his balls, that slab loomed out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. Cum oozed from his cleft, all frothy and slimy on the flushed cockmeat. Debby rubbed her thumb against the underside, where the dark, thick ventral vein spread out under the prick-knob. Frank was groaning pitifully in a torment of lust. His prick was so hot that as the pre-cum came bubbling from his piss hole, it steamed away.

His daughter's head was lowered over his cock. A strand of golden hair brushed against him, trailing across the slimy tip of his prick. He was very much aware that the girl's face was only inches above his cockhead, her eyes crossed as she stared at his fucker.

"Shall I lick it, Daddy?" she asked, her voice husky with lascivious longing.

Frank gasped. He saw her moist pink tongue slide slowly across her lower lip. His cock gave a mighty lurch. It seemed to be trying to launch itself from his loins like a guided missile, flying up into her face.

Her head bobbed down. Her tongue flicked across the tip of his cockhead, moist and hot and nimble. Frank saw a streak of his cock slime on her tongue as she drew back.

"Yummm – yummy," she purred.

Debby dragged her halter down. Her fat, firm tits rolled free. She arched her back and rubbed her tits against his cock and balls, squirming delightfully. She cupped the plump tit globes together, lifting them and deepening the cleavage, and his cock nudged in between them. Frank humped up from the chair, fucking between her tits. Her face was averted, watching his purple cock-knob squeezing from her smooth tit tunnel. That bloated wedge skimmed up her breastbone and nudged into the hollow of her throat, laying a slimy trail, like the track of a snail.

Her tongue pushed out, curled. As his cock-knob slid from her cleavage, she lapped hungrily at it.

She twisted from the hips, grinding her tits around on his prick as it slid up and down, her blonde head ducking down to meet the looming cock-knob. Her tongue laved all over his crown, slurping up the jism. Her slobber poured down his cockstalk. Frank heaved, pumping his cock between her tits frantically, almost ready to get his rocks off.