David Crane - Family Peepers

Jack was so totally aroused from having watched his daughter fuck and suck that his hand-job could not be prolonged. His cockmeat began to surge on the very first stroke and the thrill rushed through his belly and exploded in his balls. Bonny saw the man's mouth twist in a grimace, saw his whole body shake. She knew the signs and realized that it was too late, that his cum-load was on the way.

She lay back on the blanket and arched her back, ready to be hosed by his cock slime.

His fist flew up and down on his prick like lightning, and Bonny whimpered in anticipation. His cock was so huge that it was intimidating and she was cringing under him, as if his cock were a weapon leveled at her.

"Oooooh, shoot all over me!" she gasped.

"Unghhhh!" Jack grunted, slamming his fist back to the hilt of his cockshaft.

His cum shot out in a geyser. The first thick stream flew right into the girl's open crotch and she wailed as she felt the steaming cum run up her cunt slot. It felt so hot she thought it would melt her clit.

Jack's ass and hips jolted back on the recoil of that first spurt, then thrust out again as a second creamy torrent sped from his piss hole.

The cock slime skimmed through her cunt bush and poured up her belly, a foaming tide that broke in the cleavage between her upthrust tits.

Jack staggered forwards as his fist pounded back again and his third wad splattered in his daughter's upturned face. Bonny gurgled and opened her mouth. Jism splashed on her tongue and lips and she gulped.

A squirt of the burning stuff slid up into her nostrils and she spluttered. Jack stood over her hips now, hosing her lovely face with the last of his cum-load, and Bonny opened her mouth as wide as she could, swallowing joyfully.

His balls sank in and his cum stopped squirting out. The last dregs trickled from his piss hole as he jerked on his cockrod. The frothy nuggets splashed on Bonny's tits and clung to her nipples.

With a groan, he stepped back.

His balls were drained but his prick was standing and as huge as ever and Bonny rose up, pushing her face towards him with her mouth wide open, wanting to suck the slimy residue from his prickmeat.

It took all of Jack's willpower to resist. With a moan of anguish and shame, he took another step back-away from her open eager mouth.

"Give it to me, please," she pleaded.

Jack shook his head in torment. She was his daughter. He mustn't let her suck his cock. With a strangled gasp of emotion, he turned away and ran towards the shelter of the trees, his coat flapping behind him.

Bonny stared after him in confusion and regret. She yearned for that stranger's huge cock. But he had only jerked off on her and fled, and she couldn't understand it at all. No one had ever rejected her before, it made her lust for the mysterious stranger more than ever.

She lay there for a while, braced up on her elbows. The whole front of her body from groin to mouth was lathered with his creamy cum-load. She scooped the jism up from her belly and tits with both hands, then lapped it out of her palms with her hungry tongue. His jism was so delicious that it made the girl's eyes water.

And her cunt was bubbling with need.

With a moan of desperation, she crawled over to Randy and rolled him onto his back. His prick was limp, but she sucked it into her mouth and worked with all her skill and after a few moments that slick cockmeat began to swell in her mouth. She sucked him up hard as he lay, groaning and semi-conscious. Then she threw her knees across, straddling his belly. She guided his cock into her fuck-hole and began to ride up and down on it. He heaved up from the ground automatically as her cunt slid down and her pussylips spread out at the base of his prick.

Riding Randy's rampant cock, she thought about the mysterious man in the raincoat.

Randy gasped and came, but his climax seemed insignificant compared to the unknown stranger.

The desperate teenager pulled her pussy off Randy's cock and crawled over to Joe. Taking his cockmeat in her mouth, she worked him up to another hard-on and mounted him, in turn. Her ass bucked and churned and her thighs tensed and rippled as she rode in the saddle of his loins.

His jism shot up into her pussy and, still recalling the man in the raincoat, Bonny thought that it was a feeble cum-load to feed a girl.

Compared to the stranger's cum, Joe's cock cream seemed thin and cool and insubstantial.

Bonny milked him dry in her cunt and creamed on his prick, and yearned, still, for the mystery man.

Who was he? Why had he jacked off, instead of fucking her cunt or her mouth? Now that she had seen that gigantic cock and balls and been soaked by his tremendous cum-load, how would she ever be satisfied with less?

Bonny wondered if she would ever encounter the man in the raincoat again, never for a moment guessing that she saw him every day.

As Bonny fucked herself on lesser cocks and got more and more frustrated, the object of her desires was making his way home, filled with shame and remorse and guilt. How close he had come to incest! Yet he had resisted the unholy urge, and he could be proud of himself for that. Jerking off on her was not like fucking her. And she hadn't guessed who he was and he reasoned that no harm had been done.

His prick was still hard and his balls were recharging themselves. The event had been so thrilling that a single hand-job had done nothing to lessen his fuck-lust. Jack was on his way home to throw a fuck into his wife, or so the man intended.

He knew that while he fucked his wife, he was going to be thinking of his daughter, pretending it was Bonny's pussy he was pouring the prick to.

He was looking forward to his fantasy, too.

Jack had been a voyeur for years, but he had never had an experience as thrilling as watching his naughty little girl in action. And he wondered if he would ever again enjoy a treat like that.

He would have been amazed had he known how soon he was in for another visual treat, and who would provide it…

Because he was wearing his flasher raincoat, suspect garb at best, Jack let himself into the house very quietly, wanting to get upstairs and change before he encountered anyone. And because he was being so cautious, neither his wife nor his son heard him come in.

But Jack heard them.

Standing just inside the front door, he frowned and cocked his head as he heard the juicy slurping and the heavy panting that was coming from the living room. Jack knew well the telltale signs of a blow-job in progress and for a moment his frown deepened, furrowing his brow. The natural assumption, knowing his promiscuous wife as he did, was that Virginia must be entertaining one of her frequent lovers.

Jack felt a twinge of anger and jealousy. But that jealousy served as a powerful aphrodisiac and a surge of lust coursed through him. His prick was already hard and now it began to hammer. He grinned. What did he care if his sexy wife was unfaithful to him? She could suck and fuck with dozens of men, as far as Jack was concerned, as long as he could watch!

He began to tiptoe down the hallway towards the open doorway through which the incriminating and fascinating sounds were drifting to his ears. He heard a low, throaty moan, and recognized his wife's voice.

Then that moan was broken off into a fluid gulping sound and Jack guessed that his wife's lover must be fucking his prick right down her throat. He wondered if he knew the man, or if she was sucking off some total stranger? It didn't much matter, although he hoped that the lucky guy had a big cock.

Coming to the door, he carefully looked in, and damned near fainted from the shock.

His wife was blowing their teenaged son!

The vision scalded his eyeballs and the knowledge branded his brain. He had always known that Virginia was lascivious and amoral, but he hadn't realized that she would carry her depravity as far as incest.