Donna Allen - Humping, pumping family

Jennifer was troubled. She was quickly growing into a stunning young woman. She still fucked her brother, but her uncle would no longer touch her.

Mike maintained that he'd been wrong to become involved in an affair with her. She pleaded with him to continue the liaison, but he refused.

After a while she became concerned that she was too promiscuous. She tried to talk with her mother, but there never seemed to be a proper time. She discussed it with Bobby, but he thought she was being silly. He thought life consisted of fucking and fast cars.

She decided to abstain from sex for a week. After a second week of abstinence shows way horny, but she decided to stay with it for a third week. At the end of the third week she was hornier than ever and still troubled.

She hated to bother her father with her problems. He had his own troubles at work. Uncle Mike was even helping him out at the office.

One day after Jennifer's third week of sexual abstinence her father happened to be at home working in his basement office and she went down to talk to him.

She hesitated as she entered the room. She hated to bother him when he was busy. He was seated behind a rickety old desk in his old leather chair, poring over some papers. He glanced up when she entered the room and did a double take when he saw her.

"Hi, Princess," he said.

He smiled and lay his papers aside. She moved into the room and sat down in a chair near the desk.

"I hate to bother you, Dad," she said.

He swiveled in his chair. "I always have time for my girl."

He toyed with a pencil as she fidgeted in her seat. Now that, she was here and had his attention what could she say?

"Something bothering you, honey?" he said. She raised her eyes. "I think it's just growing pains."

His eyes flickered over her legs. "You're all grown up. Still having growing pains?"

"It's just about guys, Dad." She tried tugging her shorts down. They were short. For the first time she was aware of her father as a man and not just as her father.

Jim frowned. His baby was a sexy kid. He knew in his gut she wasn't a virgin. Not at her age and not in the twentieth century. But he hated to think of some teenage kid getting into her pants.

"Want to talk about it, Princess?"

"Yes and no."

He leaned back in his chair. "How about your mother? Have you talked to her about it?"

She shook her head. "No. I think I'd rather talk to you."

Jim fidgeted around. His cock seemed to be stirring. What the hell is going on here? he thought. He cleared his throat.

"If ft's about guys maybe you ought to talk to your mother. I'm no good at these things."

"But you're a man." The teenagers eyes filled. "Dad, Mom'll just tell me to behave myself and not get in trouble."

Jesus, she's telling me she's not a virgin. Slit! Aloud he said, "Not bad advice."

"Look at me." She glanced down at her chest. "I can't help it if I'm built this way. Boys are always making remarks and trying to feel me up. And I've got urges too. You know what kind of urges." Her voice trailed off.

"I'll try to help you, baby," he said. His cock was definitely stirring. "Tell me what's troubling you and I'll try."

Jennifer looked down at her lap and toyed with her fingers. "It's hard to explain."

"You're not in trouble, are you?"

The teenage blonde giggled. "You mean pregnant? No."

Jim whistled. "Thank the Lord."

"I know better than to get pregnant."

"So you do… uh… fool around."

"Dad, I'm seventeen." Her eyes were steady now and calm. "I'm not a child."

"Yeah, I know. I sometimes forget you're not much younger than your mother when I married her."

Jennifer averted her eyes. "I sometimes think maybe I'm too easy a mark."

Jim sat forward and touched her arm. "You mean sex?"

A slight tremor went through Jennifer as she raised her eyes. "Yes, sex." Her father's eyes were wise and non-judgmental. She felt better.

"Are you locker-room gossip?"

"I don't think so. I just seem to always need it."

Jim sighed. "And when you need it you go to bed with whoever's round."

"Sometimes." She bent her head. "Sometimes I act like a slut."

Jim rose up and moved to her side. He tousled her hair and she leaned against his thigh.

"Don't call yourself a slut," he said. "You're a beautiful child and it's natural to have urges." He patted her shoulder and she sniffed.

"I haven't let anyone touch me in a few weeks."

"That's not easy when you're your age. Especially when you've got so damn many temptations from television and rock stars."

Jennifer felt her face flush. If he only knew she had fucked Bobby for years and had even fucked Uncle Mike a few times.

"I want to be good, Dad," she said.

"I know you do, baby." He fondled her hair thoughtfully.

She leaned her cheek against his strong thigh. "Maybe I ought to find one boy and only have sex with him."

Jim's heart pounded. The thought of his baby girl fucking some big jock regularly drove him crazy.

"There's nothing wrong with variety."

"But you said…"

"Don't listen to everything I say. I'm no saint myself."

He took her hand and she rose up. "I feel better just talking to you, Dad," she said.

He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad I was able to help, Princess."

The teenage girl felt an electric spark between them. Her legs were suddenly unsteady. She had never thought of her father in a sexual way although several of her friends had let their fathers fuck them.

It felt good to be enclosed in his arms. She closed her eyes and tried to relax against him. Safe, she thought. She moved, her arms around his waist. Safe and secure.

"Princess," Jim said, stroking her hair. "What, Dad?"

When his fingers touched her ass, she was barely aware of the caress. A lovely floating sensation surged through her, but it wasn't purely sexual. It was loving and stimulating at the same time.

She gazed up into her father's eyes in time to see his lips come down on hers. His tongue plunged boldly into her mouth and her knees went weak.

She responded instinctively, returning his kiss and ramming her tongue against his. Her body felt hot and floating and the past weeks of celibacy melted away as she came alive under his touch.

Most important, her pussy throbbed with need. It was wet and it ached with that special pleasure-pain reserved for sex.

Jim placed both hands on her ass and drew her against him. "Oh, baby, this is wrong," he whispered in her ear.

She raised her lips to his. "No, it's not. I think it's what I've wanted all my life."

She moved her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He groaned. "Oh, baby, baby…"

"Dad, I need you," the teenager said. "There's nothing wrong with it if it's my idea."

Suddenly he released her. "Okay, I guess you're right. You're not really a kid any more. Listen, get down there on the couch."

There was an old couch in the corner and Jennifer stared at it. Suddenly she was faced with a momentous decision.

"Go on, baby, if you really meant what you said."

With a decisive shrug of her head the sexy blonde lay down on the couch. Her father climbed over her and began kissing her and running his hands over her throbbing body. He stroked her all over and she felt his fingers on her bare flesh.

His hands clutched her tits and her nipples stiffened. Her pussy gushed and she clung to him as he kissed her tits.

"You're so lovely," he said hoarsely.

He removed her shorts and pulled them off. He fondled her all over and she opened her legs for him.

He pulled her panties down and pushed her legs wide apart. Her teenage split winked open and gleamed wetly beneath her blonde muff.