David Crane - Schoolgirl peeper

A fleeting frown crossed his brow.

What thought was her father having? Had he just realized that his little girl was no longer a little girl? Had he understood the reason for her nipples being so stiff? Was he, perhaps, disturbed by some unexpected hint of an incestuous thought?

Jennifer had blushed and tried to look innocent and not at all concerned that he was looking at her.

Then, to her horror, her pussy had creamed! She had stopped finger fucking herself when her father had entered the bathroom, of course but her hot cunt had reached the point of no return and it rippled into a juicy orgasm. Oh, the shame of it! Already blushing, Jennifer now turned red as a beet.

Her father stood there, a puzzled look on his face. He seemed about to say something, for his lips trembled and parted, but no words came out.

Cunt juice came out, however.

The slippery stuff was flooding from Jennifer's crotch and floating to the surface of the water in blobs. It spread out in slimy tentacles from her hairy crotch. The poor girl was absolutely mortified. Surely her father must realize what the stuff was! He must be able to recognize cunt juice – after all, he must have fucked her mother to many a creamy orgasm.

Furthermore, despite her shame, Jennifer could not keep herself from moaning and squirming around as the thrill of her coming laced through her overheated loins.

She snatched up the soap and began to lather her belly furiously, pretending that the little whimpers she was making were caused by the pleasure of laving herself and working up a thick lather to conceal the incriminating cunt juice in the water.

Her father had stared for some time.

Then he had smiled – a rather strange and strained smile, in fact – then turned away, leaving the room.

Jennifer sighed with relief.

She figured that he hadn't realized what she had been doing, after all. Her cunt juice did look quite a bit like soapsuds, all frothy and lathery, and a girl might well squirm and moan, in all innocence and purity, when she was soaping her belly.

She relaxed. Then, quite suddenly, a wash of lust coursed through her, running like malaria through her veins.

Incest was awfully naughty. And awfully exciting, too.

Jennifer would never dream of committing such a sin.

But she could think about it, in all the juicy details, while once more she rubbed her cunt to a foam.

In fact, Jennifer's father had been perfectly aware of what his daughter was doing in the tub, and he had identified that cunt juice the moment he saw it float to the surface.

And what was his reaction? Was he shocked by the revelation? Shocked or not, he was certainly affected by it. He had not, in truth, really looked at Jennifer before – not as a man looking at a woman. Now he was stunned to realize that she was nubile and sexy and, obviously, horny. Her soap-slippery body was tremendously stimulating, infinitely desirable, absolutely inspirational.

She had those sweet, plump titties, floating on the surface of the water like water wings, and her fat nipples looked like the valves by which those water wings had been inflated! Her gently rounded belly and her smooth, slippery thighs seemed to cry out for the caress of a man's eager hands – not, to mention her cunt! Her pubic triangle, as red as the hair on her head, was like a burning bush and, lower down, her cunt slit had been parted and filled with juice, a creamy flower begging for the pollen out of a prick! And his prick had reacted, as would any man's.

Leaving the bathroom, Jennifer's father had rapidly been getting a thundering hard-on.

He gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes.

The man was determined to will his erection to collapse. He thought it was wicked to get a hard-on because he had seen his daughter naked, and he vowed to force such incestuous thoughts from his mind. But his cock was resolute. The more he willed it to subside, the bigger it grew. His balls also were swelling up like balloons.

He was suffering agonies of shame, but his cock didn't give a damn. He concentrated on other things. He thought of the Boston Red Sox. His prick flaunted itself like a baseball bat. He thought of mowing the lawn. His prick was humming like a lawnmower. He staggered downstairs, off balance, the great bulk of his groin throwing him off balance, the bloated dimensions of his gorged balls forcing him to walk with a bowlegged gait. Lust hummed in his ears.

There was another humming sound coming from the front room. In his confusion, he imagined that it must be another hard prick, vibrating with urgency.

He staggered into the room.

His wife was vacuuming the carpet.

Her back was to him. She stood in the doorway, his cock pointing at her, dragging the front of his trousers out to a point. He looked at her firm, well-rounded ass. She was a redhead, like Jennifer. From the back, she looked very much like Jennifer.

He simply had to empty his balls.

There was no way on earth that his enormous erection was going to ebb until he had drained it.

He opened his fly and his cock sprang out like a coiled spring, twanging as it snapped upright. Cock-first, he moved across the room. His wife did not hear him approaching because of the noise that the vacuum cleaner was making. She was bobbing up and down as she moved the cleaning device back and forth. He came up behind her, his prick throbbing. I will not think of Jennifer! He vowed.

I must not pretend that my wife is my daughter! He was absolutely determined not to do that, not to commit a sin of mental incest.

He lifted his wife's dress and tugged her panties down.

Startled, she looked over her shoulder. Then she smiled as she felt his throbbing prick press against her ass.

"Why, what a nice surprise," she said.

She spread her legs. He slipped his cock between them, driving up along her crotch. The head of his prick came poking out from her groin.

She was astride his cock as if she were sitting on a pole and her cunt lips slurped on his cock shaft. Then he dipped his knees lower so that his prick angled up and his cock head slipped into her pussy.

"Ummm," she purred as she felt that bloated slab of hot meat nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy.

He held steady for a moment, then pushed up her cunt, burying his prick balls deep with the first long, rippling stoke. She had been taken by surprise and had not been horny, but she was a woman who needed little encouragement to get turned on. Her cunt was wet and slippery already. The very surprise of the unexpected approach had turned her on, plus the fact that they were fucking in an unusual position and in an unusual place. She loved to get fucked. They fucked a lot and she would have liked to fuck even more often. She appreciated a good fucking like this, totally out of the blue.

She shuddered and squirmed on his cock.

He held the full penetration for a long moment, trembling with the ecstasy of being buried up her pussy, every inch of his hot cock squeezed by her sweet, slippery cunt, and let ting her savor the thrill of being full of his prick.

Her panties were hobbling her around the knees.

She squirmed out of them and kicked them off. The movements caused her cunt to caress his cock. He groaned and clamped his hands on her hipbones, gripping her hard.

She rotated her pelvis, winding her cunt around on his cock like a nut onto a bolt.

She was still leaning on the handle of the vacuum cleaner, bracing herself against it as she moved her ass. The vacuum cleaner was still switched on, buzzing merrily away. She did not switch it off.

Like Jennifer, she was inclined to make a lot of noise when she creamed, and it seemed a good idea, with the girl in the house, to cover the sounds of lust with the innocent humming of the vacuum cleaner.