Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

"Thanks a lot, Harry," she said a few minutes later. "But I really think you ought to be getting home now. My brother is due home at any time and you know how it is."

"Oh… er, sure, yeah, I'll go." He looked bewildered by this sudden change of pace but obediently dressed and left the house.

"Good," she said when the door closed after him. "Harry is a great lay but as a conversationalist he's a bomb. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was great," I said, getting back into my clothes very carefully so as not to hurt my box. "What do you have lined up for me next?"

"A worthy oriental gentleman," she said, "and that's all I'll tell you."

Sunday morning. For some reason I woke up horny as a bitch! After Harry's powerhouse pounding I thought I'd never need another dose of sex, but I'd underestimated my pussy's recuperative powers. It itched subtly with longing for more carnality, a longing that no amount of masturbation could satisfy.

It was sunny and fresh outside. The morning air wafted in through my open window and I thought of climbing into Veronica's room for breakfast. I was too comfortable in my own bed, though. It was a real tussle between creature comforts and creature needs, and while the battle raged on in slow motion, my father called out from his room to ask me to pick up the Sunday paper from the porch.

"Okay Daddy." I slipped on a nightie over my nakedness and tripped down the stairs to get the paper for him. On the way up my mother passed me to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast. Sunday breakfast was a big occasion in our house. She always whipped up large batches of pancakes, bacon, and eggs and when it was all set out on the table along with the coffee, she called us down to join her. Tim came out of his room and went downstairs to help her. He and Mum were very close but he only helped her when he was in an exceptionally generous mood.

My father lay on his side of the bed with the bed-clothes arranged neatly up to his waist. The deep tan he'd acquired in the Virgin Islands some weeks earlier still lingered, and when he sat up to receive the papers I couldn't help but marvel at his physique. His stomach was still flat and hard, greying hairs grew in a small clump in the center of his chest, his shoulders were broad and smooth, and when he reached for the papers his muscles rippled ever so slightly, just enough to indicate his strength. At once my imagination leapt back to the shower incident and filled in the missing details: his narrow hips, the large brown appendage dangling from his belly, the strong thighs. The itch deep inside my pussy was no longer subtle. It was downright crude!

"Come on, lie down next to me a while," said Daddy, patting the bed beside him. "In a few days you'll belong to another man and you'll never be my girl again."

"Don't be silly," I said, moving over toward him and embracing him fondly. "Nothing ever comes between a girl and her father."

"Not even the sheets?" Dad laughed at his own joke and hugged me back. "It's a strange feeling, though," he said soberly. "I keep thinking about when you were little and you'd run into our room every Sunday morning. Do you remember? We used to wrestle and play until we were all tired and we'd have a second sleep, the four of us. And now…" He looked very sad and I decided he needed to be cheered up.

"We can still wrestle," I said, jumping up and straddling his hips to grab hold of both his arms and pin them back. "There's no law saying dads and daughters can't wrestle beyond age five, is there?"

"Only the law of the jungle," said Dad, and he pretended that I was as strong as he. We pushed and pulled at each other, laughing, running out of breath. He could have thrown me off the bed at any time, of course, but he wanted to play. Strange things were happening in my mind as we wrestled. I kept seeing his face in different ways. One moment he was my father, familiar, trusted, second-nature; the next he was a complete stranger, and then he was handsome, strong, sexy! I began to fight harder as if to dispel these switching illusions. He fought harder in return. Our faces were perilously close together. I got the feeling that a kiss was prevented only in the nick of time.

And then something else happened. As one we became aware that the father-daughter relationship was crumbling faster than either of us could handle. There was a reason for this: my nightie had slipped up over the tops of my thighs so that my pussy was showing; and, worse, my cunt was hard against his cock. Daddy's cock was as hard as it had been the other day and it lay back so that the groove of my cunt fitted over it neatly. We stopped wrestling and for a moment our eyes met with a question. I wanted to stop. Panic seized me. It was bad enough that I was fucking my own brother but now my father? What could be next, my mother?

A tremor ran through me and that thought was blocked out at once. We sat frozen in our position. His cock throbbed against my naked cunt and I realized that I couldn't pull away. I had to have more of him even if that only meant contact without penetration. What was Daddy thinking? It was impossible to tell. Without thinking any further I started to slide back and forth over his cock, pushing down a bit harder so that my cunt would open up to him. It was up to him to say no now, but he didn't. He half closed his eyes and held me around my waist. He didn't mind!

A thrill surged up from my belly. Now that he'd approved I could face that one of my most intimate fantasies was in the process of being realized. That thick hard cock slithered along the inner flesh and chafed at my clitoris deliciously. How different it was! My father's cock, the one that had given me life, was mine for the moment. Mother was in the kitchen, brother was too, and here were Daddy and I doing what was taboo!

Neither of us said a word. The only sound was that of our heavy breathing. It wasn't easy to keep my pussy moving regularly and in a straight line but if I wanted to satisfy him that's what I would have to do. The idea of his satisfying me didn't even occur to me. I only wanted to make him happy. And, to judge by the expression on his face, I was doing a good job of it. His eyes were still partly open but I couldn't see them through his eyelashes. I figured he was probably gazing at my tits, bouncing up and down stiffly under my nightie. In a moment's boldness I took the garment off and flung it away from me so he could enjoy my body in full. At once he reached out with one hand and caressed my tits, slowly, ever so slowly, as if he was trying to recapture something. I remembered Uncle Eddie telling me how much I resembled my mother at that age. Was that what was going through Dad's mind? I felt hurt by that idea. Couldn't he love me for myself? I wanted him to. I would break through his fantasies and establish myself!

I moved back off his cock and continued to back up until my mouth was hovering over his erect cock. Dad's hands made to pull me back but they didn't try too hard. Nestled between his legs, my hair falling over my face, my body hidden for the most part, I could be anyone at all. And that's what I wanted him to see, just a woman taking his cock into her mouth for the best blow job he'd ever had. At first I felt an amateur's lack of confidence. Could I really do this much cock justice? But then the heavy glans rested against my pursed lips and I opened my mouth wide to admit it, and from there on it came to me naturally.

I took it nice and easy. Dad had consented this time around but would he ever let me take such liberties with him again? I had to make the best of this blow job to drink in all I could get of him. Slowly my tongue moved along the warm rubbery surface of his knob, round and round until he was wet all over. Then, opening my lips just enough to take in the tip of his knob, I pushed my head down over him hard to make his cock penetrate me forcibly. It was a delicious sensation to feel him sliding down my mouth, my throat, his cock so thick, powerful, pulsing with life. Dad didn't move and that was the way I liked it. This left me to do all the work. I caressed his ball bag with the tips of my fingers, sucked on his glans for a few minutes, then abandoned it to go down on his balls and suck them in. His body was rigid but it wasn't because he was holding back. Tremors made him shaky, thrilling like a taut wire that's been struck, and when I suddenly took his whole cock into my mouth I thought he was going to erupt for sure. But no, Dad was an experienced married man; he knew how to hold back. And I let him recover his poise because I was far from satisfied.