David Crane: See the family come

Cum, Daddy – shoot your jizz out, Ginny silently pleaded, at the horny heights and holding.

Then Mike shot his cum-load.

He rammed his ass and hips out and dragged his fist back on his cockshaft, bellowing with the sensation. His balls blew so violently that Ginny imagined she could hear the hairy bombs explode. His jism sped up through his cock and foamed from his piss hole.

His cum was trapped in her panties, but Ginny could see the black material expand as his heavy load filled it. The milky jism was soaking through the cloth. Mike shot a second spurt as his fist pulled up and his cock recoiled, then came again as he pumped back towards his balls.

He was filling her panties with thick cock slime. The gossamer black material swelled out from his cockhead, a heavy glob of cum dragging the crotchband down from his cock-knob. He was filling her panties like a condom.

His balls seemed bottomless, his cum-load endless, his sexual vitality boundless. He blew spunk out steadily, cumming on the upstroke and the backstroke, both, as he continued to pound away as if stabbing his lower belly.

His legs began to shake and tremble, as if he were shooting out his muscle and bone, his body going limp as he pumped his loins to a void.

Ginny was creaming just as dynamically. Her clit and cunt were going off like crazy, repeated pumped his prick.

Ginny could see the outline of his enormous prick sheathed in the black panties, the material molded to the contours of his bulging cockhead and thick cockrod. As he pulled his fist up, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his prick-knob, like a fleshy carpet draped in black silk. Then he pumped back towards his loaded balls and his cockhead flared out wide.

A damp, sticky patch was starting to spread out where his piss hole was seeping freely, the pre-cum oozing through her panties.

Ginny breathed in. The closet was permeated with the rich scent of her creamy cunt, but now she could detect the aroma of hot cockmeat and pre-cum, as well. She hardly realized that she was smacking her lips and whipping her lapper out as she stared at her daddy's big prick like a hungry child gazing at a hunk of ripe but forbidden fruit.

Ginny was eager to get her tongue slurping away in those sodden bikinis as soon as she got a chance. But first she had the thrill of a creamy climax to enjoy she slipped a hand into her crotch, cupping her cunt, all set to frig herself off but waiting until her daddy shot his wad so that they could share a simultaneous orgasm at a distance – a sort of incestuous visual daisy chain.

His piss hole was gushing heavily, filling the narrow band of her panty crotch and oozing out around the edges. He was humping, his ass cock screwing and his loins pumping as he fucked his panty-clad prick through his fist.

His handsome face contorted, lips squaring back from his teeth in a grimace. His expression was so intense that his face seemed to have blurred, gone out of focus. But maybe that was because her eyes had misted over, clouding with spasm racking and rocking her slim body as she figged herself through a prolonged knee trembler of a hand job.

Watching her father fucking his fist had inspired the girl to unknown heights of passion, and she knew that she was going to keep on going off like a machine gun as long as he continued to squirt his cum out.

Mike's balls deflated slowly as they drained off, the swollen bags sinking in and turning slack. But his cock stayed big and stiff. He pounded a last spurt of cum into her bikinis and kept on stroking his cock, milking out the last gooey dregs in trickles that seeped into her panties.

Finally he stopped jacking off and stood there, panting, his chest heaving.

A really strange look came over his face, like a gleeful fiend satisfied by some sin.

Ginny guessed that he figured it was naughty to cum in his little girl's undies – and that he was all the more satisfied because it was so depraved. She felt much the same way as she finished off her pussy rubbing and kept her eyes glued to his groin.

Her hands massaged and she jerked her hips and churned her ass, working of the final sweet spasms.

She has to lean against the closet wall or support, her legs turned to water.

She supposed that her daddy would leave her bedroom now – and she was really looking forward to a chance to lap his fuck-juice out of her drenched panties. She had loved licking, it up earlier, before she had identified the supplier – and how much more satisfying it would be now that she knew that it was her daddy's jizz and the new load was still fresh and hot!

But he was just standing there, recovering from his exertions, her cum-filled bikinis still festooning his prick. Ginny licked her cummy fingers, tasting her own pussy cream as a sort of appetizer as she waited for the main course of her father's fuck-juice served on a panty platter.

Then Mike unpeeled the soaking panties from his prick, drawing it off like a rubber. He gazed at the sodden undies, grinning. Then he looked down at his cock, where his daughter was also concentrating her gaze.

His balls had collapsed as if they'd had a blow-out but his prick was still standing, angled up before him, the purple knob extended almost as high as his breastbone. His cockhead was all slathered with cum. It looked like a fat purple plum drenched in whipped cream. Ribbons of the slimy stuff were slowly unwinding down his cockshaft and dripping onto his balls, as if returning to the source.

If his jizz would taste lovely lapped from her panties, Ginny could just imagine how scrumptious the stuff would be if she sucked it from his prick!

A hot flash shot though her loins. Ginny felt as hot as if she hadn't cum in a month. Her clit flared and her tongue salivated. The girl was amazed by the depth of her depraved desire.

Peeping had been a kick – but now she needed more.

Her incestuous urges were overwhelming all of her qualms, submerging her inhibitions. The girl was longing to break the taboo and taste the forbidden fruit, and even the fear of rejection was fading away.

After all, it was her daddy who had started it. He was the one who had come sneaking into her bedroom, where she had every right to be standing innocently in her own closet. It was all his fault, so why should she feel ashamed? If the man lusted for her lingerie, then how much more must he be yearning for her nubile body?

Then she saw, to her awe and respect, that his balls had started to fill up again already. Drop by precious drop, another cum-load was seeping into the sacs. His prick pulsed like a valve, inflating the balls at the base.

Mike was standing with his head tilted down, frowning slightly, as if he, too, were impressed by his potency. Then a wicked grin dragged his lips back from his teeth. He gripped his prick by the hilt and gave it a shake.

Droplets of cum sprayed from the weighted cock-knob, falling on the floor. He cracked his cock like a whip, and more cum dripped from it.

Holding his prick by the root, he moved back to the dresser. Tossing the soiled panties into the drawer – obviously hoping that his little girl would soon be stuffing her nubile crotch into them and soaking up his second-hand cum in her cunt – he fumbled around for another pair into which to spill his next load of jism.

Ginny shuddered. The pole of his prick was drawing her like a magnet. Her swollen clit and stiff nipples and drooling tongue were all straining towards his loins.

She couldn't bear to see her daddy waste another sweet cum-load by his own solitary efforts.

Naked and trembling, Ginny came out of the closet.

Barbara Rayburn was teasing her son inmercifully – and enjoying it enormously. The woman was well aware of the way he was staring at her tits, and that the crotch of his jeans was packed with a huge hard-on.