Harry Stevens: Suck-happy family

Janet caught the next bus there. A cab took her to a rooming house on the other side of the tracks.

"Yep," the landlady told her, "Charley, that's what he calls himself. At his job now, though. Works twelve hours a day trying to make something out of his life. Can't say that for most the ex-cons."

"When's he due home?" Janet anxiously asked. "I'd like to see him."

"Bet he'd like to see you, too, pretty little thing like yourself," the landlady chuckled. "Won't ask you more about you and him than I've got a right to know, but something tells me I wouldn't mind being in your place when it comes to that handsome hunk of man. And since I ain't no bluenose – well, hell…"

She handed Janet a key.

"It's the second room on the right, top floor," the landlady said. "Let yourself in so you can give Charley a real surprise."

The landlady winked as Janet started up the stairs. Janet knew what she was thinking. That Charley Hall was coming home to a nice, young piece of ass. And, Janet recklessly thought, maybe he was.

The room was sparsely furnished. There were workingman's clothes in the closet. On a desk was a neatly stacked pile of money-order stubs. However, what really caught Janet's eye was the money order in the top drawer that had been made out but never sent.

It was for her mother. So he was trying to make contact, in some small way to make amends, yet hadn't had the nerve thus far to go through with it.

"Oh, Daddy, you old sweetheart," Janet sighed. "Don't worry, I'm here now. Your little girl is here to bring you back into the family. Whatever it takes."

Janet stripped and waited in the nude, turning herself on even more with the feel of her bare flesh on her father's bed. Her mind was filled with throbbing visions of how big his cock would be.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door to the room rattled. It was evening now, dark in the unlighted room. Concealed by the shadows, Janet spred her legs in readiness, feeling her excited cunt drool with anticipation as her pussylips parted.

The form of a man entered the room. He reached for the light switch.

"No!" Janet called, stopping him with her sexiest voice. "If you turn on the light, you'll spoil the surprise. Just come to bed right away."

"What the hell?" Charley Hall muttered in confusion. "I don't know you. Don't know hardly anybody around here. Just work and keep my nose clean. Must be some mistake."

"No mistake. And I'm not from around here. Try Centerville," Janet answered, naming her hometown.

"H-haven't been there in about twenty years," Charley stammered.

"You left behind a lot to remember, though," Janet purred in the darkness. "And I'm here to refresh your memory."

"You're here to get even?" Charley croaked.

"No, to get fucked," Janet told him. "If you don't believe me, just come over here and feel how wet my pussy is. Shouldn't be too tough for you. I don't have a stitch on."

"I'm a fool if I don't get out of here as fast as I can," Charley rasped. But there were no footsteps from his direction.

"Maybe so," Janet chuckled. "Except that hard-on I've already given you won't let you leave until you find out for sure if I'm telling you the truth. Let's face it, Charley boy, I've already got you thinking with your hard cock instead of your head."

"Who are you?" Charley blurted, making one last attempt to make some sense of what was happening before temptation led him into the darkness toward the bed, regardless of the consequences.

"You'll find out after my belly, cunt and ass are full of your hot cum," Janet replied. "Now how about it, stud?"

Charley's answer was the metallic whine of his fly being unzipped. Then there was the rustle of his pants lowering and the thump of his shoes being kicked away.

He edged toward the bed. While he closed the distance, a shaft of moonlight through the window briefly caught him. The silhouette of his jutting prick told Janet that she'd guessed exactly right about the way he was hung. Oh, she excitedly thought, what she could do with all those thick inches of stiff cock.

Then her father was within her grasp. She reached for his hand, placing it between her thighs. Her cunt bubbled to his touch, moistening his fingertips.

"Wet, huh?" she murmured.

"Jesus!"

"Want to eat it first? Eat my wet pussy while I suck your big prick?"

"Jesus!"

Janet pulled her father down onto the bed with her. He squirmed like a fish out of water at first, but her guidance was expert. Soon she had him straddling her from above, his head pointed in the direction of her crotch and his cock and balls dangling over her face.

"God, I can smell your pussy," Charley said.

She reached forward and pushed her father's head down. At the same time, her crotch rose. The lips of his mouth met the lips of her cunt with a moist kiss, and Charley was her prisoner of sex.

He had a tongue that was as long as some cocks. Into his daughter's pussy it went, wriggling like a snake. Climaxing on the spot, Janet celebrated her orgasm by swallowing as much prick as she could with a single gulp at her end of the sixty-nine.

A pattern was quickly established. Charley fucked his daughter's cunt with his tongue and her mouth with his cock. And Janet's senses lifted her from one climax to another. She may have been on bottom of the sixty-nine, but the orgasmic part of her was flying.

However, as mightily as she came, Janet would have given up her own erotic release if that were the only way she could get her father's creamy load. Never had she awaited anything so eagerly, not even the popping of her cherry, as she did her first mouthful of jizz from his spurting prick.

To hasten the magic moment, she squeezed Charley's balls and fingerfucked his asshole in addition to deep-throating his cock. When his crotch flexed against her face in a telltale fashion, she felt like a fisherman with a prizewinning catch on the hook.

"Gonna shoot it. Shoot my wad!" Charley bellowed, temporarily interrupting his pussyeating feast.

Then he was burrowing back into the hairy nest of his daughter's cunt, thrusting his tongue as if it were a cock and would come, too. His prick fucked Janet's mouth the way it would a pussy, just in time to erupt with a torrent of jism.

Janet had never tasted anything more delicious. She'd be damned if she'd surrender a precious drop, even though Charley's climaxing prick was gushing even faster than she could gulp.

Her cheeks swelled from the liquid excess. And her dad still came. But, somehow, Janet held it all inside, although her face felt like a balloon that was ready to burst.

Then, mercifully, Charley's balls had emptied. As he slipped his cock from Janet's mouth, she opened up her mouth like a storm drain and backed-up cum poured into her hungry belly. She felt, like she'd guzzled a quart-sized milkshake when she was through, except that her father's sweet jizz made ice cream seem bitter.

"You're still hard, aren't you?" Janet expectantly gurgled, now that the sixty-nine was breaking up in the darkness.

"Feel for yourself."

Charley had taken her hand and let her grip his fucktool. It throbbed like living steel.

"Where do you want to fuck me first?" Janet eagerly asked. "Pussy or ass?"

"It's up to you."

"Okay, we'll save the tightest fuckhole for last. Right now you can give my pussy what it needs."

Janet reached for her father in the darkness with her long legs, and she found him. She pulled him between her thighs. Not only did his rigid prick immediately shaft her pussy with its first fuck-thrust, his mouth capped one of her tits at the nipple. Just like that, he was fucking and sucking her.

Janet's only regret was that she wasn't cherry for her hard-fucking dad. But on the other hand, she reasoned, just getting fucked by him was more special than simply shedding her virginity. Every girl lost her cherry sooner or later, but there weren't many lucky enough to fuck their own fathers.