David Crane: The wild west family

She could ace that the shower cap was down over his eyes – presumably to keep from getting soap in them, she thought – and realized that he couldn't see her. She moved closer, drawn by the magnetism of his cock and balls.

Her fingers itched to touch him, her mouth watered for a taste, her cunt smoldered like a furnace.

But he was her daddy – did she dare?

Peter pumped his prick very slowly, thrusting his loins out toward where he could hear her heavy breathing.

His fist skimmed up the soapy stalk lightly as he waited to see what she would do.

She was very close now. He could feel her heated breath on his cock and balls. He guessed that if he shot by hand, his spunk was going to fly right in her face – and that her sexy little mouth would no doubt be open.

It was an exciting thought.

But Peter wanted contact.

"Marianna?" he rasped.

Her breath inhaled sharply as she realized that her daddy knew someone was in the room.

"Is that you, honey?" he croaked.

Bunny hesitated, wondering if she should run from the room or carry on a pretense.

"Um-hum," she said, softly.

Peter grinned. His hand stroked up and down one more time, then moved off his prick.

"Do me a favor," he mumbled. "Milk me off."

Bunny trembled like a leaf in a storm. She was terrified that he might discover her identity – but her lust was overwhelming her fears.

As long as her father kept that shower cap on, blinding him, she could empty his balls and escape from the bathroom with no one the wiser.

She reached out and cupped his cumbags in her upturned palm, fondling them. They were packed full of cum – the same cum that had created her. The thought of having sex with her daddy was even more thrilling than with her brother, driving the naughty girl crazy.

She dropped down to her knees, as if about to worship at the alter of his groin.

Thrusting her tits out, she took his iron-hard stalk into her cleavage. Peter began to tit-fuck up the cleft. Her face tilted down, staring at his knob.

Then she took it into her mouth.

It was too late to stop now. Her daddy's cock was so delicious it was making her eyes water. Even if he were to yank the shower cap up and discover who she was, Bunny was determined to drink his fizz, anyhow. If he gave her hell, afterward, at least she would have had the feast.

Her dark head jumped up and down and she fed his cock into her face ravenously.

"Ahhhh," he sighed. "Suck me dry, baby!"

"Ummmmm – ummmm – ummmmmm!" she purred. She didn't dare to speak but she knew that her little soft moans, muffled on his cock, would be unidentifiable. One cock-filled mouth sounded much like any other.

Peter fucked into her face steadily, thrusting out as her head ducked down. Her maw enveloped him. It would have been a great blowjob under any circumstances – but knowing that it was his daughter's mouth on his cock was driving her daddy wild with the dark thrill of depravity.

"You suck so good," he sighed, knowing that those words would please the girl.

Her head rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Peter knew that he would have already blown his wad, if he hadn't already drained his cumbags off so many times. But he was in no hurry to shoot off, loving the slow build-up before he fed his hot load to his hungry daughter.

Bunny was sucking like a sump pump and Peter was shoving his prick into her mouth like a piston, wishing that he was not blinded by the shower cap.

He would have loved to see his cock going in and out of his daughter's mouth.

And it was certainly an exciting sight.

Marianna could testify to that…

Marianna had lingered in bed, well fucked and dreamily content. She loved lazy Sunday mornings. She dozed off for a brief period, then awoke when she heard the shower running. She wondered which of the family was showering – and began to get some naughty ideas.

If her son was naked in the shower, it would be a turn on to sneak a look at his athletic young body – and his tantalizing cock and balls.

Marianna never expected to have sex with her son, but there was no harm in looking, she figured.

And if it happened to be Bunny – well, that could be a thrill, as well. Marianna was certainly not a dyke, but sexy female bodies were exciting in a kinky way. If it was Bunny in the shower, she thought that she might offer to soap the girl's back – and maybe manage to sort of accidentally get a feel of titty or ass – or even cunt – as she lathered the slippery soapsuds into her body.

Feeling deliciously depraved, Marianna got up and, naked, padded down the hallway.

The bathroom door was open, she saw.

And then she saw more than she had bargained for…

Bunny was on her knees, her head pumping up and down like an oil rig on her daddy's prick.

It was an amazing discovery.

Marianna's first emotion was total, stunned shock.

Then she felt a surge of anger at being deceived – and being left out of it.

But then pure lust drove out all other emotions. Marianna was thrilled to the core.

Bunny was blowing her father and it looked like she was just about to swallow his jizz – and if the naughty girl would give head to her daddy, maybe she would go down on her mother, as well.

Marianna lingered in the doorway, fascinated, imagining all sorts of family frolics in the future. Was Peter fucking the girl as well as getting head from her? The thought of sucking her husband's cum out of their daughter's fuckhole made Marianna's mouth drool, her lapper tingle.

Does he know who's blowing him? she wondered, noticing that he was blinded by the shower cap.

She wasn't sure. But she was damned sure that Bunny knew full well whose cock she was mouthing with such enthusiasm. The girl was whimpering for her daddy's fuck-juice – and Marianna was as eager to see the girl swallow his slime as Bunny was to milk it from his balls.

Cum in her mouth, Peter! Marianna soundlessly urged.

Her own empty mouth was sucking, emulating the action of Bunny's lips on Peter's prick. She was slavering and swallowing her drool and wishing that it was laced with fuck-juice or cunt cum – or both, mixed together in the serving bowl of Bunny's creamy pussy.

Then, as if echoing her mother's silent plea, Bunny moaned on her daddy's cock. "Cum – umphhhh – cum!"

He jerked in, tipping her head back, his balls solid and heavy as they ran up to her lips. His thighs rippled. He felt as if his hard-on extended all the way through his loins, the root moored in his asshole.

As he rose toward the peak of passion, Peter just had to see it happen in his little girls hot mouth. He was holding her head down to the job with one hand. The other hand reached up and he snatched the shower cap off.

Bunny didn't realize it – but it wouldn't have made any difference, anyhow, as she plated away on the cum strokes with such ardent enthusiasm.

Marianna saw that Peter was aware of the situation – but she didn't care at all as she relished the sight. Now Peter shared the thrill of that vista, staring down and watching his thick prick sliding through the sultry collar of his teenaged daughter's suction-cup mouth.

He grunted, driving up off his toes and slogging the meat frantically into her willing mouth. His cumming was so intense that Peter thought it began in his heels. Muscle and sinew jumped up his thighs. His veins surged as if his bloodstream had turned to boiling fuck-juice.

His fizz came out into his daughter's mouth in a sudden deluge, whooshing from the head of his cock and splashing down her throat.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Bunny gurgled, gulping that flavorsome fatherly fuck-juice down hungrily. He pumped another dose down her gullet, then spilled a creamy torrent onto her tongue and spunked wads into her cheeks.