Chapter 9
"How do you feel about your dad?" Carol asked Julie.
"Gee, Mom," Julie hedged. "I don't know how I should answer that."
"You mean because your father and I don't get along, right?" Carol said. "You're afraid I'm trying to get you to take sides."
"Something like that," Julie admitted. "You're a lot easier to deal with than daddy, Mom. But, gee, how can I choose between my own parents? I love you both."
"I wouldn't expect you to say anything else," Carol sympathized. "But it does create a problem. Because, let's face it, your father is just in the way with things like they are now in this family."
Julie saw what her mother meant. "You mean, you, me, David and Uncle Greg," she said. "We're all fucking."
Carol nodded.
"And daddy's not hip to any of it. Poor guy. If we could just get him into the incest groove, I'll bet we'd really see a change in him."
"Hmmm, that's an interesting theory," Carol said. "Wonder if it could be done."
Julie instantly recognized the cunning tone in her mother's voice. She and Carol stared at one another for a long, silent moment, their eyes saying things that took the place of words.
"You're leading me on, Mom," Julie finally said. "Setting me up all over again."
Carol shrugged, making no denial.
"I think I've already got it straight in my mind what you're getting at," the girl continued. "You're going to tell me that unless somebody makes daddy see the light, he has to go. Then that's supposed to make me feel guilty enough so I'll volunteer to fuck him and keep him in the family."
Julie paused, and her mother remained silent.
"And we both know what that is," Julie concluded.
"You've got to fuck him!" Carol finally said.
"My own f-father?" Julie stammered. "His cock in my cunt? It—it's all so unreal. I know I've fucked everyone else in the family, but daddy ..."
"Fish or cut bait," Carol pressed. "Otherwise, I'm seeing a lawyer."
"Divorce?"
"The way your father is now, yes," Carol vowed. "I'll get rid of him with pleasure. It's up to you, baby, to turn him into a new man."
Julie thought. In her life, she had never had to make such a crucial decision. And perhaps she would never have to again.
Her mother waited.
"All right," Julie whispered. "Ill do it! Ill fuck daddy."
"Good girl," Carol said. "The rest you can leave to me. After he's fucked you, I'll move in and lay the cards on the table. I'll have so much on him after what he's fucked you that he'll either have to go along with the rest of us or wind up in jail."
"But we're already more guilty than he'll be," Julie pointed out.
"Let him try and convince a judge of that," Carol stated with finality.
Julie just looked at her mother, caught in the spell of the woman's ruthless determination.
That night, David had basketball practice, and Carol was supposedly visiting a sick friend. This left Julie in the house alone with her father when he came home from work. The scene was set ...
"Well, well, so it's just me and you," Jack Stewart said to his daughter when he learned he would be spending the evening with her. "You fixing me supper?"
Julie said she was. She had prepared all her father's favorites. When they sat down at the table, he ate heartily, washing the meal down with several beers. With dinner over, his mood was better than it had been in weeks.
There was a ball game on television. He sat down to watch it with a fresh six-pack. Julie disappeared for awhile, then returned to the living room in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, asking her father if he minded her doing some exercises while he watched TV. She'd gained a couple of pounds, she told him, and wanted to sweat them off.
"Sure, baby," Jack said. "But you look all right to me."
Julie thanked her dad for the compliment, but insisted she could look even better if she worked at it. Then she dropped to the floor between her father and the TV set and started lifting her legs over her head in a jack-knifed position.
Her shorts were loose-fitting. And, by design, she wore no panties beneath them. A few key movements, and her father was unable to resist stealing the glimpses he was provided of her cunt.
Pretty soon, he was watching his daughter a lot more than he was watching the ball game. She took advantage of his interest by doing an exercise where she lay on her side, one leg extended on the floor while she raised the other one up and down in the air. Her shorts parted at the bottom every time she did it, her shaved cunt flashing again and again.
Jack could not help but notice the lack of cunt hair between his daughter's thighs. Filled with enough beer to melt his restraint, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Say," he blurted out to Julie. "What'd you to do to yourself, anyway?"
"What do you mean, Daddy?" Julie replied with false innocence, keeping her top leg hoisted so a good part of her shorn pussy was exposed.
Jack took a long sip of beer as he tried to figure out how to put it. Not only couldn't he come up with the right combination of words, he turned red. Julie couldn't remember ever seeing her domineering father so embarrassed.
"Are you talking about down here, Daddy?" she took over the conversation, pointing to the space where her thighs joined.
Jack bobbed his head up and down.
"I shaved it," Julie said without hesitation, patting her pussy.
"Why?" her father gulped.
"Why not?" Julie chirped. "It's my body."
"Guess so," Jack gulped again.
"I like the way my pussy feels without any hair," she said. "Sooo smooooooth."
Her hand was inside her shorts now. Her father followed the movement of her fingers as they rubbed up and down on her hairless cunt. A lump rose at the fly of his pants, leaving no doubt about his gut reaction to how his daughter was affecting him.
"Oh, Daddy, I see you," Julie giggled, staring at her father's tell-tale cock bulge. "I've got you all excited, don't I? You've been looking between my legs, and now you've got a hard-on. What a trip!"
"Watch your mouth, young lady!" Jack managed to snap. But the swelling at his crotch didn't go down a bit.
"If just peeking at my pussy does this to you," Julie purred, "I wonder what would happen if you took a long, hard look at it."
Jack protested, but weakly. And Julie was already pulling her shorts away. When she stood up and walked toward her father's chair, she was nude from the waist down.
"See, Daddy," Julie crooned. "Not a single pussy hair in sight."
She had positioned herself so her cunt was just inches away from her astonished father's face.
"Want to see more?"
Without waiting for an answer, she put a foot up on the armrest of her father's chair and fingered her pussy lips wide open. Jack's nostrils flared as he got a whiff of her yawning cunt. Down in his pants his excited cock stirred like a rolling log.
"Bet you didn't know you had such a foxy daughter, now did you, Daddy?" Julie poured it on. "Or maybe you've been looking all along, and I was just too dumb to notice."
Slack-jawed, Jack just kept staring. Then, his tongue popped out of his drooping mouth, straining hungrily for a taste of his daughter's inviting cunt.
But Julie teasingly moved away, posing just beyond her father's reach.
"Now that you've seen my pussy," she smirked, "it wouldn't be fair if I didn't show you the rest of me."
She pulled her t-shirt over her head and flung it away, standing stark naked before her father. Lifting her tits in her hands, she pointed her stiff red nipples in his direction. Then she slowly shifted around as if she were on a rotating pedestal. With her back turned, she flexed her ass, showing the dimples at the center of each plump cheek.
"God," Jack blurted out. "You're driving me crazy! What do you want from me, anyway?"
Facing her father again, she coyly answered: "What does a girl usually want when she takes off all her clothes in front of a man?"
"I-I just can't believe this," Jack stuttered as his naked daughter wiggled back toward his chair. "You're actually talking about me ... me—"
"Yes, Daddy?" Julie murmured as she knelt before her father.
"About me fucking you," Jack whispered. "Me, your own father!"
"I was almost beginning to wonder if you'd ever catch on," Julie giggled. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she unzipped her father's fly.
Julie's fingers did some expert maneuvering, and Jack's hard-on shot out in rigid exposure. It wasn't a big cock in terms of length, but his prickmeat had a crude thickness that made it very attractive to a horny young girl.
"You still seem awfully nervous, Daddy," Julie cooed. "Guess I'd better do something to put you in the right mood before we fuck."
"What're you going to do?" Jack gasped when his daughter brought her mouth toward his cockhead.
"Suck your prick, of course," Julie answered matter-of-factly. "Nothing gets a man readier to fuck than a blow-job."
"No! No! I can't let you do this!"
He tried to push his daughter's face away from his prick. But there was no force behind his shove. Julie closed her warm mouth over his stiff cock, swallowing it to the root with a single slurp.
As she went down on his prick, his attitude changed abruptly. He still had his hands on her, but now he used them, to grab fistfuls of her long, blonde hair. Soon he was jogging her head back and forth, improving the friction generated by the connection of his cock and her suctioning mouth.
"My own daughter . . . sucking my cock," Jack moaned.
But he wasn't protesting any longer. His comment was one of wonder—and pleasure. His hips started jerking and churning. It wasn't long before he was so much in the groove, he was fucking his daughter in the mouth.
Julie increased her father's pleasure by tugging his hairy balls out of his pants and putting her fingers to work on them. She rubbed and squeezed his nuts, priming his cum supply. When he got around to coming in her mouth, there would be plenty of jism for her to swallow.
"I can't take much more of this," he croaked after a couple of minutes of his daughter's expert cock-sucking. "Gonna have to blow."
Hearing this, Julie glanced up, grinning at her father despite her mouth being stuffed with every bit of his prick. She wordlessly made it clear to him that there was nothing she wanted more than a bellyful of his hot jizz.
On the verge of shooting his wad, he had a conversation with himself. "Why not?" he mumbled. "What have I got to lose if I go ahead and come in her mouth?"
Then he answered himself.
"Nothing to lose," he rasped as his balls came ever nearer to unleashing their creamy tide. "This has already gone so far that my ass'd get burned if anybody ever found out what I've done. Might as well enjoy the blow-job to the limit -- even if it's my own damn funeral."
This said, his crotch slammed against Julie's face. He thought his balls were turning inside-out when the mass of cum they had been brewing bolted down the shaft of his prick straight into his daughter's mouth.
The volume of jism gushing from Jack's prick surprised Julie, but didn't stop her from downing his cum as fast as it flowed.
Her thirst excited her father almost as much as the actual blow-job had. Just when his nuts seemed nearly drained, he dredged up an extra reserve of cum and fed it to her with a scalding spurt.
"Swallow it all," he told her. "Drink all of my jizz."
Julie had no problem in doing what he asked. With a deep gulp, she took the last burst of cum without even breathing hard. Then she topped herself by pumping his balls to coax out a few stray drops of syrupy fuck fluid.
"That was something! Really something," Jack sighed when it was over with. "Gotta tell you, baby—nobody's ever sucked my cock this good."
"I'm just warming up, Daddy," Julie answered, some stray jism dribbling down her chin when she released his spent cock from her mouth. "If you liked the way I ate your prick, just wait until I put my cunt to work."
"You mean . . . fuck you?"
"Now, c'mon, Daddy," Julie said. "After that super blow-job, you're not going to get cold feet, are you?"
"This is all so far-out to me. Never thought in a million years I'd wind up fucking my own daughter. My little girl."
"But I'm not so little anymore," Julie seductively pouted.
To prove her point, she fell back on the floor. Her knees were up, her thighs apart. She fingered her pussy lips. The inner pinkness of her shaved cunt glistened invitingly.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," she moaned.
Jack's cock, temporarily at half-mast after the vigorous blow-job, sprang up stiffer than ever. Churning in their sac, his balls were already at work brewing a fresh batch of cum.
"Shit, you always could wrap me around your little finger," he admitted to his spread-eagled daughter. "Guess I couldn't stop myself from fucking you now if the cops were pounding on the front door. I'd go to jail for the rest of my life to try my cock in that sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart."
"Then do it, Daddy! Fuck me!" Julie feverishly urged. "Give me your cock in my cunt! Fuck me until I come so hard, I can't stand it!"
Jack was out of his chair, his jutting prick seeming to pull him toward Julie. When he was standing between her legs, he dropped to his knees. Taking his cock in his hand, he lined up his prick-knob with the juicy split of his daughter's awaiting cunt.
His crotch dipping, he poked the head of his cock into the sticky warm pussy gash she offered him. The initial contact between cock and pussy made, both fucking partners sighed with satisfaction.
Now Jack eased down on top of his sprawled daughter. As he did, his prick slid into her moist cunt with a squish. She reacted by wiggling her ass. He answered by rolling his hips, his prick beginning to pump.
"That's it, Daddy!" Julie squealed. "Fuck into me!"
She clenched her thighs against Jack's rib cage, grinding his crotch against her own while his cock hilted her cunt. Then she guided his hands toward her jiggling tits so he could squeeze and maul them.
Jack soon discovered the tempting buds of his daughter's erect nipples. Spurred on by her, he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them until it seemed they might burst. And all the while, his prick kept jerking in her tight pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, you really fuck me good," Julie moaned. "I'm already getting set to come. Just keep fucking and touching me, and I'll get off so good for you."
"Yeah, that's right, baby. Go ahead, and let it all hang out for your old dad," Jack whispered hoarsely in his daughter's ear while he twisted her nipples on her tits and fucked her cunt with relentless cock-strokes.
"You got it, stud!" Julie panted. "Gonna come for you . . . right now!"
She climaxed with such lurching fury that her spine popped. Starting deep in her womb, her orgasmic vibrations made her pussy ripple along the length of her father's shafted cock. Excess m pussy juice leaked down her inner thighs and into the crack of her ass.
"Mmmm, you little hellcat!" Jack rasped. "Keep coming for me, baby, just like this as long as you can. It's just what my cock needs. Pretty soon I'll catch up with you. Then your cunt won't be able to hold all the jizz I'm gonna shoot into it."
"Ahhhh, I can hardly wait," Julie gasped. "Want your hot cum in my pussy so damn bad, Daddy!"
She tugged at Jack's torso with her scissoring legs, rocking him in the cradle of her thighs. Deep in her cunt, her father's stumpy hard-on seemed to grow with every thrust. Soon, as far as she was concerned, his fucker was as big as any prick she had ever been fucked by.
"Come, Daddy, come!" she screamed when her patience had run out.
Right on cue, Jack let go. When his cock erupted, it didn't just spurt, it gushed with a steady stream of jism that might have flowed from a hose.
"So much cum!" Julie shrieked with delight as her pussy was flooded with jizz. "God, Daddy! Where are you getting it all?"
"Told you I'd deliver a load," Jack grunted. "Bet your cunt's leaking cum already, huh?"
"Absolutely! No way I could keep this much jizz inside my pussy. Just wait'll you stop fucking me, and I'll show you what a mess I am in my cunt."
"This I gotta see," Jack chuckled with pride, his cock just having spent itself.
He pulled his prick out of his daughter's sloppy fuckhole, squirming free from her thighs. Then he was on his hands and knees, peering in to get a close look at her freshly fucked cunt.
Julie fingered her pussy lips wide open. Jack's cum flowed from her cunt in three separate streams, a trickle down each of her thighs, with the middle one spilling into the split of her ass. Then she flattened a hand on her crotch and smeared the jism all over. From loin to loin. From her navel to her asshole.
When she was through, she challenged her watching father. "I dare you to lick your cum off me, Daddy. Got guts enough to do it?"
Jack just laughed. At this point, his daughter could have persuaded him to do almost anything. He was more than willing to lap up his own jizz if it meant burrowing into her luscious cunt.
But he never go the chance. As he moved toward Julie's creamy pussy, something happened which froze him halfway.
Out of the corner of his eye, he had just spotted a familiar figure at the edge of the room. The last person he wanted to see.
His wife.
How long has she been watching? he wondered. Long enough, from the expression on her face.
"So!" Carol Stewart called to her paralyzed husband. "This is how it is. I turn my back, and you fuck our daughter!"
She paused, letting the significance of her presence sink in even more.
"They send you to jail for this," she said. "You can't fuck your own daughter and get away with it!"
Carol interrupted herself with another space of bristling silence.
"Unless I say so," she finally said. "Ready to deal, Jack?"
"Name it, Carol," he gasped, clinging desperately to the shred of hope his wife has just offered him.
Carol sized him up. Satisfied she had him where she wanted him, she approached her mind-blown husband, her coolness contrasting sharply to his panic.
"Well, Jack," she said calmly, her hands on her hips as she prepared to set her terms. "It's like this ..."