David Crane: Family love

"Later," he gasped. "Do me first – pull that load of hot spunk out of my prick!"

Ohhh! the naughty nymphette thought. She did indeed want to milk his cock, to see all that lovely cum pour out on, her hand. It gave her a sense of power, to have him so much in her control. It was just as if his cock was a rudder by which she could steer his passion, reins by which to guide his lust, a lever directing the cockpit of his needs. Although she had never jerked a guy off before, she knew that she was doing it right, that she had a natural talent for whacking pricks – just as, in time, she fully expected to have an inborn talent at fucking and sucking.

She leaned close, staring at his cock as she stroked it up and down. The head flared as her hand dragged the stalk back. It was an angry red now, flushed and flaring frantically as his climax approached. Debby was greatly tempted to lean down and give that succulent knob at least a lick, perhaps a suck, but she resisted the impulse. Like her first fuck, she wanted her first blow job to be in the comfort of a bed.

"Here it comes!" he cried.

Debby squealed with joy and pumped her hand down and the head of his prick blossomed with a creamy flower of jism. The hot, thick stuff poured out, some of it shooting away and some of it trickling down over her fingers.

He gasped and dropped onto his back.

Debby followed him down, her hand continuing to pump up and down on his cock, milking all of the juice out of his balls in a series of spurts and jets. There was a lot of it. She was surprised at how much spunk a man's balls held – and a girl's hand could summon.

At last his cock and balls were emptied.

She pulled away until it began to soften and shrink, then released the rod and leaned back.

"Was it nice?" she asked.

He grunted an affirmative.

"Do me now?" she asked.

He didn't respond.

"Come on – my pussy is burning," she urged him. "I want to get fingerfucked!"

His arm came up.

Debby's leg's parted, expecting that hand to descend onto her crotch. But he looked at his wristwatch.

He said, "I still have three more miles to run – I don't have time for any fingerfucking now."

"But – you promised!" she cried.

"Yeah – but I lied," he said.

And the scoundrel jumped to his feet, gave her a smug look, touched his toes a couple of times and then ran off along the river bank – without even saying thank you or goodbye to the deceived girl.

Debby stared after him, a conflict of emotions and sensations filling her body and her mind. She was disappointed, embarrassed, angry and mortified. She didn't regret having jerked him off, because she had enjoyed doing it, but she felt an utter fool at not getting the promised return of the favor.

And her cunt was volcanic with need.

Tears of remorse burned in her eyes and she gave a little sob of frustration. Damn the jogging bastard! Maybe he was just teasing her, though, she thought hopefully. Maybe he was going to come back and fulfill his end of the bargain. She waited, her pussy bubbling.

But the jogger was gone.

Once again, Debby was presented with a problem. Her pussy was crying – and screaming – for attention, but, having expected to be done by the jogger, she didn't really want to rub herself off.

Again she thought of Sandy.

Now, she had a story to tell her girl friend. She would describe how she had jerked the jogger off and how he had left her frustrated. Then she could hint, subtly, that she so much wanted someone – someone, not just a man – to give her a handjob. She thought there was a good chance that Sandy might take the hint – and willingly. She certainly hoped so. She wanted to fingerfuck each other tot frazzle and maybe even do a little titty sucking, too.

She jumped up, pussy steaming, and walked quickly away from the strew. Her cunt squished between her legs with every rapid stride.

What if Sandy weren't at home?

It was a terrible thought. If she got all the way to Sandy's and the girl was out – out fucking, probably, the lucky bitch – then she would have to wait until she got pack to her own home before she could relieve herself.

But Debby had to go past her own house to walk to Sandy's, and it occurred to her that the smartest thing to do would be to telephone first. If Sandy was home she could hint, over the phone, that she had a juicy tale to tell and then hurry on over. And if Sandy wasn't home, she would be in a position to fingerfuck herself immediately – not what she wanted to do, but it was better than nothing.

So it was that Debby returned home – just as her mother told her father about Raymond.

Debby entered by the back and she did so quietly because she wanted to use the upstairs telephone and didn't want her parents to overbear her conversation. She could hear them talking in the front room and she slipped past the door on tiptoes – and then stopped dead.

She heard Margie say, "…I just can't get enough of his big cock, darling…"

Debby was stunned.

She was so shocked that, for the moment, she forgot about her own lust as she listened to the bizarre conversation that transpired between her parents. But not for long! She heard her mother talking about fucking and sucking and swallowing jism and she got hotter than she had ever been before – and that was very hot, indeed.

The she carefully peeked into the room.

And she got even hotter!

She watched her father eat her mother's cunt.

She slipped her hand down inside her jeans and cupped her own cunt, fondling it, feeling it burn, but more interested in what was happening in the other room than in her own desire, at the moment. It was a remarkable conversation for a young girl, who was already hot, to overhear between her parents. And it was an even more remarkable sight, watching Dan gobble merrily away on a creamy pussy. She could hear the soft, moist sounds his tongue made in that slippery gash. She could hear Margie's pussy bubble.

Oh, how she wanted someone to do that to her!

It was obviously a lot better than a hand job. Lucky Mom! She wondered if Sandy might be willing to suck her cunt. She had no great desire to do any cunt sucking, herself, but she would have been willing to in exchange. That would only be fair. And, who knows? It might be fun to lick and suck at a steaming cunt, at that!

Then she saw her father rear up and his great prick spurted out and she gasped. His cock was lots bigger than the jogger's and he came with more abundance, the creamy tower rising and then dropping heavily right into her mother's open cunt.

Where could she find a huge cock like that? the tormented girl wondered.

She hadn't yet thought about fucking her father.

Not yet.

Dan had resumed cunt sucking and Debby sank to her knees and began to rub her clit furiously. She creamed almost at once. But it only cooled her a bit and, with scarcely a pause, she began rubbing herself again.

Margie came.

Dan sucked the cunt juice from her with relish.

Debby creamed a second time – and started immediately on her third handjob.

She listened while her parents talked about having threesomes with men and women. My God, she thought – my parents are perverts! But she found the thought of a threesome very attractive, herself, and, like her mother, she was wondering how she could get involved in one. She didn't care – again like Margie – if it was two men with her, or one man and another girl. If her mother was willing to eat pussy, why should Debby deny herself the pleasure of that act?

She didn't imagine having a threesome with her mother and father, though – not yet.

Maybe Sandy could arrange one!

She was eager to telephone Sandy, by not so eager that she was willing to leave that scene. She watched as they started to fuck on the couch. They were angled away from her, so that she had a cleat view of her father's fat prick as it vanished up Margie's slurping cunt.