"How did you find out about Linda and me?" Jack blurted out in panic.
"I watched all of it," Marsha revealed. "Linda and I cooked up the whole deal. Set you up, Daddy."
"Why?" Jack asked.
Now Marsha really poured it on, the stark truth. "Linda and I are fucking everybody in the family," she bluntly stated. "We've both balled Jerry. And before Linda came on to you I put out for Uncle Roy."
"And now you're going after your own fathers?" Jack muttered in shock.
"Why not?" Marsha answered. "Seems like the natural thing to do."
"Then you set up today too, didn't you?"
"You better believe it, Daddy," Marsha readily admitted.
She slumped to the ground. Her legs were spread. She fingered her pussy lips wide open.
"Take me, Daddy!" she urged. "Anything you did to Linda you can do to me. Sucking. Fucking. The whole works. I want it so bad and I know you do too."
Marsha paused, letting her father's incestuous desire pass the point of no return.
"Don't you, Daddy?" she now said. "Don't you want to suck and fuck me?"
"Yes," Jack confessed with a desperate rattle in his throat.
"Then do something about it, Daddy," Marsha demanded, "'cause here I am, so hot for you I can't stand it. If you don't come across, I'll just have to rape you."
"You've hooked me," Jack wheezed. "I hope you're satisfied."
"I'll only be satisfied when you're doing a number on me, Daddy. C'mon. Suck me. Fuck me!"
Jack wobbled to his knees. His pants came down. He caught his shorts on his hard-on so it twanged when it was freed.
"Mmmm, what a big cock," Marsha murmured. "You're hung even better than Uncle Roy, Daddy."
This was the best thing Marsha could have said to her father, for Jack Cole had always lived in the shadow of his brother, Roy. So it filled him with macho pride to have a beautiful young girl tell him that his prick was larger than his brother's, especially when the compliment was given by his very own daughter.
"I've just got to eat your huge cock before we do anything else, Daddy," Marsha said. "Come here and feed it to me. I'll give you the best blow-job you've ever had."
Jack crawled forward and straddled his reclining daughter, the shadow of his cock and balls across her face. Marsha reached up and took his prick, angling it toward her mouth. She kissed the head, then folded her lips over it with damp suction that made Jack's nuts lurch in their sac.
"Feels so good," Jack moaned as his daughter started swallowing more of his prick. "A young girl's mouth is just made for a man's cock."
"Specially when the cock belongs to her own father," Marsha slurped while she sucked cock.
"Can you take the whole thing?" Jack asked anxiously.
"Just try me, Daddy," Marsha answered. "Ram your prick down my throat."
Jack's hips bucked in response. His big cock disappeared in his daughter's oral grasp. Now his hairy crotch was against her face as he lay on top of her. He rolled his ass and pumped his prick, using Marsha's squeezing throat like a cunt. He was fucking her in the mouth.
"Eat me, baby, eat me," Jack rasped. "I'll come for you so good. Give you more jizz than you can drink."
Jack fucked Marsha harder and harder in the mouth. His balls were slapping against her chin.
Marsha would have been satisfied just sucking off her father's big prick. But then Jack gave her something extra. He reached down to her crotch, finger-fucking her cunt while he balled her mouth. This meant that Marsha could come too, right along with her dad, because Jack's prick was ready to blow.
As she felt her father's cock strain toward a climax in her squeezing throat, Marsha bore down between her legs, responding to the pumping finger in her pussy so she could harvest her own orgasm.
"Gonna come!" Jack announced.
If she hadn't been chewing on almost a foot of cock Marsha would have shouted the very same words.
Father and daughter climaxed together at precisely the same instant. Abruptly, Jack's prick was gushing cream and Marsha's cunt boiled.
While her pussy juice ran down Jack's hand, Marsha gulped her father's hot jizz as fast as it spurted in her mouth. The dual coming only lasted a matter of seconds, but seemed to the orgasmic participants to go on much longer. Even so, they were both disappointed when it ended.
"Wish I could've drowned in your cum, Daddy," Marsha gurgled when her father's drained prick was out of her mouth. "You were right, I couldn't drink it all."
Smiling, Marsha allowed some unswallowed cream to spill down her chin. It trickled down onto her tits and she rubbed it into her nipples until they were snow white.
"Too bad I couldn't have come even more," Jack sighed, going along with Marsha's thinking. "I'd like to see your whole body covered with my jizz. From head to toe, back and front. Gleaming in the sun."
"You can still do it, Daddy," Marsha eagerly suggested. "As long as your cock stays hard you can come over and over again. And every time, no matter where you're putting it tome, you can pull out and shoot all over me some more. C'mon, let's get busy."
Jack glanced hopefully down at his cock. It was stiffer than ever. "I'll fuck you now," he told his daughter.
Marsha rolled over onto her belly, rising to her knees. "Do it to me in the ass first, Daddy," she said. "I feel like a real tight fuck right now. The tightest you can give me. And that means taking your fat prick straight up where I shit."
"You've got it, baby," Jack answered, moving behind his daughter so he could peer into her hoisted ass's hairy crack.
Marsha opened her ass cheeks. Her shithole was round and throbbing.
Jack put the tip of his dick to his daughter's anal rosebud. He shoved. Now his cock-head was inside Marsha's narrowest opening and she was begging for more.
"Can you take my whole cock in your ass, darling?" Jack asked while penetrating deeper and deeper.
"Nothing less!" Marsha exclaimed. "My ass was just made for every inch of your beautiful, big hard-on, Daddy! Ass-fuck me to your balls."
"Okay, I'm not holding anything back," Jack grunted with a forward push. When he looked down his entire prick was buried in his daughter's asshole.
"Now move it, Daddy," Marsha directed. "In and out. Back and forth. Work your prick inside my ass like you were trying to saw me in half."
Jack's cock began to jerk. Marsha reined her anal muscles so he could get solidly into the groove. Then, once her father's rhythm was established, she clamped down so the friction produced by prick and ass grabbed with peak intensity.
"I've never fucked a tighter hole," Jack rasped. "Even when you fucked Linda in the ass?" Marsha asked.
"Linda was tight, but she was just my niece," Jack explained his point of view. "You're my own daughter. That makes all the difference in the world to me. Whether I'm fucking you in the ass, cunt or mouth, you'll always be the best, as far as I'm concerned just because I'm your dad and you're my little girl. Just like Linda will always be the best for her father when Roy fucks her."
"Then you know what Linda and Uncle Roy are up to, don't you, Daddy?" Marsha said.
"It's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
"And you approve?"
"Roy's the luckiest guy in the world," Jack laughed. "Except for me!"
"Right on, Daddy!" Marsha whooped. "Now really fuck my ass with everything you've got so we can both come."
"Right on!" Jack repeated his daughter's teenaged slang.
"And don't forget, Daddy," Marsha reminded her father, "when your cock is ready to shoot."
"I'll pull out of your ass and come all over you," Jack interrupted. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't let you down. You'll think it's raining jizz."
"Oh, Daddy," Marsha squealed with anticipation, "you're such a stud!"
At this point the conversation ceased in favor of nonstop ass-fucking. Jack's prick hammered in Marsha's ass, rattling her bowels and wrenching his nuts. Adding to the mounting fury of the action, Marsha rocked back on her
knees every time her father's cock hilted her shit pit, maximizing his thrust. For his part, Jack reached down and grabbed his little girl's big tits, squeezing them hard with every cock-surge.
Marsha came first. It was the special kind of orgasm that she could only get from being fucked in the ass. A climax where there seemed to be a volcano inside her, as her bowels rumbled with molten crap.
Moaning something about dying, Marsha bore down to squeeze every vibration possible out of her mighty orgasm. This caused her asshole to tug even harder on her father's prick, guaranteeing that it wouldn't be long before Jack was coming too.
"Oh, baby," Jack gasped to his daughter, "your tight ass is turning my balls inside out. My cock's ready to shoot a load you won't believe."
"Then hurry up and pull out, Daddy!" Marsha cried. "Cover my body with hot cum!"
"I'm your man," Jack grunted as he yanked his prick free of his daughter's asshole. Then he was beating his meat as he straddled Marsha's kneeling body. His cock exploded!
The first jet of flying jism landed in Marsha's hair. Then a second wad splattered between her shoulder blades. Another creamy load trickled down her spine.
"Christ, I think I'm gonna come even more this time than after I fucked you in the mouth," Jack panted as his cock continued to spurt.
"Finish up all over my ass, Daddy," Marsha called back. "All over my ass cheeks and in my crack. Make me really sloppy down there."
Jack aimed his cock at his daughter's plump, young ass just in time to target his final blasts of cum right where Marsha wanted them. There was an eruption for each of her ass cheeks, then the third and last squirt washed down the crack of her soaked ass.
"I'm finished," Jack now panted, holding his dripping prick. "Maybe in more ways than one."
Marsha bobbed up and turned around to see what her father was talking about. His message was immediately clear. His hard-on had just died. His cock dangled lifelessly in his grip.
"Sorry I can't finish the job for you," Jack sheepishly said. "But I just can't get my cock up to fuck you anymore."
"Don't be too sure of that, Daddy," Marsha chuckled. "I usually get what I want. And right now I've got my bean set on getting fucked in the pussy then having you come all over my tits and face when you pull out from between my legs. I won't take no for an answer."
"Tell that to my cock," Jack weakly replied, wagging his limp prick in defeat.
"There's no cock I can't make stiff," Marsha boasted. "Especially my own father's. Just watch."
"Good luck," Jack sighed. "But I'm afraid you'll be wasting your time."
Marsha just laughed at her father's warning. Then she pushed him down on the ground and sat on top of him. Her cunt rubbed against his cock and balls, moistening them with leaking female honey.
"Feel good, Daddy?" Marsha asked.
"It's no use," Jack maintained.
Marsha laughed some more. Her confidence was supreme. "My cunt has never let me down," she told her father.
Now she reached down to the junction of her thighs, spreading her pussy open so her fat pussy lips clasped Jack's shrunken cock. For good measure she lifted her father's hands to her tits and prompted him to squeeze them.
Jack looked up at his naked daughter and once again started to protest that another hard-on was beyond him. But he never got the words out. All of a sudden he was breathless, as hot blood rushed in a flood to his crotch.
So, instead of telling his daughter that getting his prick up again was impossible, Jack bucked his hips. And his prick, abruptly rigid, jumped like an angry cobra. Just like that it was erect and throbbing inside Marsha's wet cunt.
"I don't believe it," Jack gulped in wonder. "It's hard again!"
"Fucking me, too," Marsha triumphantly noted. "Fucking my pussy with your big, strong cock."
She wiggled her ass, drawing her father's prick to full length inside her pussy. "Mmmm, I love it," she moaned.
Now Marsha began sliding her juicy cunt up and down the standing pole of her father's revived hard-on. She told him to just relax, that she'd do all the work.
Trying to adapt to a passive role, Jack put his arms to his sides and called up to his bouncing daughter, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me."
While she rode her father's cock, Marsha fingered her clit with one hand. With the other hand she lifted a tit toward her mouth and licked the nipple.
"God, you turn me on," Jack rasped from below.
Suddenly he could remain completely passive no longer. He took ahold of Marsha's hips, guiding her movements to heighten the friction of his cock and her pussy.
Marsha came. The climax seemed to seize her body piece by piece. First her face began to twitch, then her tits shook, and her belly heaved. Her thighs quivered and her fingers and toes wriggled, while her ass squirmed. The key to her orgasm, though, was her spasming cunt.
"I'm getting off sooo goooooood!" Marsha swooned. "Oh, Daddy, this is the best time yet!"
"Don't I know it," Jack answered. "Now I'm gonna come too. Better get my cock out of your pussy if you want me to shoot all over you again."
"Oh, yes, Daddy, yes!" Marsha cried.
She jumped off her father's crotch. Then knelt by his side, taking his angry, red hard-on in her fist so she could jack him off in her face.
"Take it, baby, take it!" Jack gushed after Marsha had beat his meat to the bursting point.
His cock erupted. A missile of cum hit Marsha right between the eyes. Then she caught three quick blasts with her face so her features seemed to be melting. Then Marsha aimed her father's gushing prick toward her tits. They wound up dripping with jism.
When her father's cock was emptied, Marsha smeared the incestuous cum all over herself. The sunlight caught the sticky coating on her skin and made it shine like liquid diamonds.
There was only one thing Jack Cole could say to his jizz-soaked daughter. "You're beautiful," he told Marsha as she glistened before him. "Th most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Minutes later he was fucking her again. This time when he came he left his squirting cock in her cunt and filled her pussy with the most jizz he'd ever shot in his life.
And, as her father creamed in her pussy, Marsha couldn't help but wonder if Linda was getting some of the same from Uncle Roy somewhere down the road.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Roy Cole stopped by the side of the road, sighed, and wiped his brow.
"It's hot for April," he told his daughter. "Nice when you're taking it easy in the shade, but get to you when you're right out in the sun."
"Why don't we stop and rest for a while, Daddy?" Linda Cole suggested to her sweaty father.
"Naw, the sooner we get the damned gas the better," Roy muttered.
"Look, there's a stream over there," Linda said. "C'mon, Daddy, how about it? Let's get some nice cool water."
It was too much for Roy to resist. He went with his daughter to the stream. Sitting on the bank, they took their shoes off and soaked their tired feet in the rushing current.
"This wasn't a bad idea after all," Roy admitted to Linda. "Feels real good. That dust on the road is murder. Wish I could get more than just my feet wet."
"You can, Daddy," Linda noted. "See where the water is sort of dammed up over there by those rocks? Kind of a pool. Probably goes up to your knees. Why don't you splash around? It'll do you good."
"Why not?" Roy answered with a grin. He started to roll up his trousers.
"Oh, just go ahead and take your pants off," Linda said. "We're all alone out here. Nobody will see you."
Roy shrugged and stripped down to his shorts. He went to the pool and eased into it. Quickly he was enjoying himself.
He splashed some water in Linda's direction. "Come on in," he called to her. "The water's fine."
"Thought you'd never ask," Linda chirped.
When Roy saw his daughter slipping out of her slacks he just assumed she was wearing her bathing suit underneath. He was wrong. Suddenly Linda's sheer bikini panties were al
l that stood between her and nudity from the waist down. Then she got rid of her T-shirt and showed a bra that scarcely covered her young but perfect tits.
Linda galloped to the stream, her tits jiggling.
"Here I am, Daddy," she announced vibrantly, crouching at the edge of the pool so her slender thighs framed her crotch.
Before her father could react, Linda sprayed him with double handfuls of water. Roy's shorts were abruptly drenched. They clung to him transparently, the outline of his cock and balls plain to see.
"C'mon, Daddy, splash me back," Linda urged as she slinked into the pool up to her knees. "First one to quit is a sissy."
Roy started to tell his daughter to get back on dry land and put on some clothes. But at the same time he couldn't help wondering how she would look with her bra and panties soaking wet. The lure of the latter outweighed his common sense. So he wound up saying nothing and impulsively slapping a shower of water Linda's way.
"Oh, Daddy, you cheap shot bastard," a dripping Linda giggled. She had never used such language around her father before, but he didn't seem to mind.
Linda splashed Roy back. He responded in kind. Now the water was flying. Then, abruptly, the water fight stopped and father and daughter stared at one another.
And with good reason. Their mutual soaking had left them as close to naked as they could be while still wearing anything.
"You're a lovely girl," Roy whispered in a hush. "Just lovely."
"You've never said anything like that to me before, Daddy," Linda softly replied. "Now can I tell you something?"
"Go ahead, honey," Roy answered with the cracking wheeze of a man who was sinking into quicksand and knew there was nothing he could do to save himself.
"You're hung, Daddy," Linda purred. "Got a great, big cock."
Roy self-consciously dropped his hand to his bulging crotch. Maybe he originally intended to cover himself, but that wasn't what wound up happening.
"I've got a hard-on for you, baby," Roy said, painfully admitting what was so obvious. "Horny for my own little girl. Can't help it. I ought to be shot."
"You might be right," Linda answered, making her father cringe when she seemed to second his guilt. Then she steamily added. "That is, if I wasn't as turned-on by you as you are by me. My pussy's not just wet from all the water you splashed on me."
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