Mark Jacobs - The family ball

"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. Charity 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 pussy eating 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 jism 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.

While his fucking prick was grabbed with every stroke by teenaged pussy, Charley puffed, "Oh, baby, I don't know who you are, but where have you been all my life?"

"Just waiting around for you to discover me," Janet slyly answered. "You'd have done it a lot sooner, though, if you'd stayed in Centerville."

"Had more peace of mind in prison than I would've in Centerville," Charley answered. And although Janet would have expected a response of this son to be tinged with bitterness, there was a definite strain of sadness in her father's voice. Putting this together with the unsent money order, Janet realized how much her father apparently regretted whatever had gone wrong between him and her mother.

She took a deep breath and risked asking, "Tell me about it. Tell me about it while you're fucking me."

"But I don't even know you."

"You don't be sure of that until the lights are on. And that won't happen until you've fucked me as much as I need to be fucked. In the meantime, like they say, confession is good for the soul."

By the time Janet had wrapped her legs around her father to rock him in the cradle of her thighs, Charley had started telling her his story.

He'd originally come to Centerville as a stranger, he said. After meeting a girl there he'd stayed, winding up with a wife and family. But he also had a secret, something he learned only after he was married. His brother-in-law sniffed it out and threatened blackmail. Charley had panicked, and hit the road.

"I know now that I must've wanted to get caught and put away when I pulled that stickup," he concluded. "That's how lousy I felt about myself. Jail was the easy way out."

"But what was the secret?" Janet blurted, her curiosity affecting her as powerfully as any orgasm she'd ever had.

And here her father turned the tables on her. "Wait till the lights go on. If you hear the rest of it first, you might not want me to fuck you anymore. And I've waited too long for a piece of ass like you to blow it with my big mouth."

Janet had no choice but to agree to his terms. But then he made it easy for her, getting her mind off the suspense with the raw power of his big cock in her pussy. Suddenly driven now, he threatened to fuck right through her. And Janet immediately gave in to the welling urgency of a climax that had to happen.

"Ooooooh, I don't care what you've done!" she cried when it hit her full force. "As long as you fuck me so I come like this, you could be Hitler, and I wouldn't mind! Now keep me going and we'll worry about the rest of it later!"