David Crane: Family Peepers

But tonight he was in for a special treat.

Jack had just slipped his hand in and tested his hard-on for tension when the headlights of a car came flashing through the trees. He grinned in anticipation, pulled his prick up, tilted his hat lower on his brow and waited.

The car, a battered old wreck, came rumbling up and parked close to where Jack was concealed. He peered out, and grinned again, thinking that he had struck it lucky. There were three people in the front seat of the car, a blonde female head framed between two male heads. Jack figured that if a girl came to a lovers' lane with two escorts, she must be a delightful tramp and he was going to enjoy an interesting look. Since there were two guys, he probably wouldn't get a chance to expose himself to the girl because, while one lover was occupied, the second would be waiting his turn and available to give chase. But the thought of watching a threesome was thrilling enough to make up for the lost opportunity to flash his own cock.

The car engine stopped. The radio was playing softly and, in the moonlight, Jack had a pretty good view, although he hoped they would get out of the car to attend to business and give him an even better view.

The girl giggled. Her blonde head turned to the driver and the moist sounds of a juicy French kiss came clearly to Jack's keen ears. Then her head turned and she kissed the other guy with equal enthusiasm, and Jack felt his cock pulse as he knew he had been right about the girl being a tramp. Jack liked to watch tramps perform. In fact, he liked tramps, in general. Hell, he'd even married one!

The blonde girl giggled again, but the sound was more strained now. She continued to turn her head, kissing one guy, then the other. They were all squirming around and the sound of heavy breathing drifted from the car. He heard her moan and figured that one of the guys, or both of them, had started to feel her up a Damn! If they didn't get out of the car soon, he was going to have to sneak up and get a look in through the window. He was getting more of an earful than an eyeful, in his present position.

Then that earful got exciting.

"Oooooh, it's so big!" squealed a sultry, girlish voice, all husky with desire.

That voice sounded vaguely familiar to Jack and he wondered if he might happen to know the little slut, if maybe she was a neighbor's kid or some girl that his teenaged daughter, Bonny, went to school with. He hoped so. Spying on girls he knew was more thrilling than watching strangers.

"Gee, so is yours, Randy," the girl rasped, as she obviously groped the other lucky fellow.

Jack could see her slim shoulders shift around and guessed that she must be jerking a prick in each hand. Then her blonde head ducked out of sight. He heard a guy gasp and a girl gurgle. The car rocked on its ancient springs and Jack's cock rocked even more. That naughty blonde girl must be sucking cock, he figured. Her head came up, then dropped down again, on the other side. The other guy gasped.

What a delightful slut she must be, Jack thought.

"Christ, she can really suck, hey?" the driver said, his head rocking back as, obviously, he frigged his cock up into the girl's mouth.

"Yeah! C'mon, baby, you've sucked Joe long enough," said the other young man, evidently the one called Randy. "C'mere and give me some of that sweet head."

"Ahhhh-she's sucking my fucking guts out!" Joe moaned. "Let her finish me first."

The girl rose up again, laughing happily, pleased at being complimented on her cock-sucking skills.

"Shit, ain't you gonna milk me?" Joe groaned.

"Sucking cocks makes me too horny," the girl said, in that strangely familiar voice.

"Huh! Ain't you gonna make us cum?" Randy cried, in dread of unemptied balls.

The girl was laughing teasingly, taunting them. Was she a cock-teaser?

Jack wondered. He sure hoped not. He was as eager for those horny young men to cum in her mouth as they were. Afraid that the performance might be aborted, Jack started to advance, hoping to get a closer look at a bit of the action, at least. He loved to watch a fat prick fuck in and out of a sexy mouth.

But then the girl said: "You bet your ass I'm gonna make you boys cum, but I'm real hot now. I'm more in the mood for fucking than sucking tonight. Okay?"

"Hey, yeah," cried Randy with enthusiasm.

"I've got a blanket in the trunk," Joe announced. "I'll be more comfortable on the ground."

"Yeah, I thrash around a lot," said the girl.

"But it's my car and my blanket, so I get to fuck you first, right?"

Joe said.

"Who cares?" replied the wanton nymph. "As long as I get two cocks stuffed up my cunt hole, I don't give a shit what order they come in."

Randy grumbled something, not pleased at having to wait for sloppy seconds. As if to console him, the blonde girl ducked back down onto his prick in a sudden swoop. Randy moaned. Jack could hear the wet sounds that her mouth was making on the lucky fellow's cock. Randy's head rocked up and down and he moaned, and the girl whimpered on a mouthful of cockmeat.

"Ummmm, ummmm," came her muffled purr.

The driver's door opened and Joe got out and walked to the back of the car. He opened the trunk. Jack, delighted by the way things were developing, sneaked back behind the tree and peered out eagerly. The driver hauled a big wool blanket out of the trunk and spread it on the ground.

"Get out here, baby," he called. "I got a hard-on like a fucking telephone pole!"

That was almost true, Jack thought, peering at the young man. His naked prick was gleaming in the moonlight, the shiny cock-knob glowing. It wasn't as big as Jack's own cock, Jack thought, but it was plenty big enough to provide a good fuck for the girls.

Randy groaned as the girl gave his cockmeat a last loving slurp. Then, with a sigh, resigned to waiting his turn, he opened the passenger door and got out. His prick was as big as Joe's, and even stiffer now. The girl's frothy saliva was pouring down his gnarled cockstalk.

He stepped back and both young men waited, but the girl didn't get out of the car immediately. Jack could see her moving around, squirming. He heard a zipper rasp and realized that the little minx was undressing, stripping for action. Then she slid gracefully from the front seat and stepped from the car.

Jack's eyes were glued to her nubile young body. Her tits were firm and plump, capped by big, stiff nipples. Her waist was tiny and her ass was a sweeping teardrop arching out below. She had long, shapely legs and flared hips. It was a truly adorable body, and Jack looked up to get a look at the young cock-sucker's face.

Jack caught his breath as he stared at that lovely face, framed by her golden hair.

It was his daughter, Bonny!

Jack reeled back in shock, so surprised that, for a moment, his lust ebbed away. He saw that Bonny was smiling impishly, her sensual lips moist. He remembered that the girl had just had two stiff cocks in that sexy mouth. Then he noticed that the smooth flesh of her inner thighs was moist, too, and knew she was yearning to get fucked by both of those cocks. Jack wondered if he should make his presence known and prevent his little girl from getting gang-banged.

But how embarrassing it would be for her to find out that her daddy was watching!

And, from the way she was behaving, it was evident that Bonny was no virgin, in no danger of being corrupted and depraved. It would obviously be only one more slice off a cut loaf. Her chastity was long gone. Then, too, and most important, Jack wanted to watch his daughter get fucked.

His shock had faded away now and raging desire had rushed back to fill the void. Jack was a confirmed and devoted voyeur, and spying on his own nubile little daughter was the most exciting thing he could think of!