Humping, pumping family

CHAPTER NINE

Jennifer was troubled. She was quickly growing into a stunning young woman. She still fucked her brother, but her uncle would no longer touch her.

Mike maintained that he'd been wrong to become involved in an affair with her. She pleaded with him to continue the liaison, but he refused.

After a while she became concerned that she was too promiscuous. She tried to talk with her mother, but there never seemed to be a proper time. She discussed it with Bobby, but he thought she was being silly. He thought life consisted of fucking and fast cars.

She decided to abstain from sex for a week. After a second week of abstinence shows way horny, but she decided to stay with it for a third week. At the end of the third week she was hornier than ever and still troubled.

She hated to bother her father with her problems. He had his own troubles at work. Uncle Mike was even helping him out at the office.

One day after Jennifer's third week of sexual abstinence her father happened to be at home working in his basement office and she went down to talk to him.

She hesitated as she entered the room. She hated to bother him when he was busy. He was seated behind a rickety old desk in his old leather chair, poring over some papers. He glanced up when she entered the room and did a double take when he saw her.

"Hi, Princess," he said.

He smiled and lay his papers aside. She moved into the room and sat down in a chair near the desk.

"I hate to bother you, Dad," she said.

He swiveled in his chair. "I always have time for my girl."

He toyed with a pencil as she fidgeted in her seat. Now that, she was here and had his attention what could she say?

"Something bothering you, honey?" he said. She raised her eyes. "I think it's just growing pains."

His eyes flickered over her legs. "You're all grown up. Still having growing pains?"

"It's just about guys, Dad." She tried tugging her shorts down. They were short. For the first time she was aware of her father as a man and not just as her father.

Jim frowned. His baby was a sexy kid. He knew in his gut she wasn't a virgin. Not at her age and not in the twentieth century. But he hated to think of some teenage kid getting into her pants.

"Want to talk about it, Princess?"

"Yes and no."

He leaned back in his chair. "How about your mother? Have you talked to her about it?"

She shook her head. "No. I think I'd rather talk to you."

Jim fidgeted around. His cock seemed to be stirring. What the hell is going on here? he thought. He cleared his throat.

"If ft's about guys maybe you ought to talk to your mother. I'm no good at these things."

"But you're a man." The teenagers eyes filled. "Dad, Mom'll just tell me to behave myself and not get in trouble."

Jesus, she's telling me she's not a virgin. Slit! Aloud he said, "Not bad advice."

"Look at me." She glanced down at her chest. "I can't help it if I'm built this way. Boys are always making remarks and trying to feel me up. And I've got urges too. You know what kind of urges." Her voice trailed off.

"I'll try to help you, baby," he said. His cock was definitely stirring. "Tell me what's troubling you and I'll try."

Jennifer looked down at her lap and toyed with her fingers. "It's hard to explain."

"You're not in trouble, are you?"

The teenage blonde giggled. "You mean pregnant? No."

Jim whistled. "Thank the Lord."

"I know better than to get pregnant."

"So you do… uh… fool around."

"Dad, I'm seventeen." Her eyes were steady now and calm. "I'm not a child."

"Yeah, I know. I sometimes forget you're not much younger than your mother when I married her."

Jennifer averted her eyes. "I sometimes think maybe I'm too easy a mark."

Jim sat forward and touched her arm. "You mean sex?"

A slight tremor went through Jennifer as she raised her eyes. "Yes, sex." Her father's eyes were wise and non-judgmental. She felt better.

"Are you locker-room gossip?"

"I don't think so. I just seem to always need it."

Jim sighed. "And when you need it you go to bed with whoever's round."

"Sometimes." She bent her head. "Sometimes I act like a slut."

Jim rose up and moved to her side. He tousled her hair and she leaned against his thigh.

"Don't call yourself a slut," he said. "You're a beautiful child and it's natural to have urges." He patted her shoulder and she sniffed.

"I haven't let anyone touch me in a few weeks."

"That's not easy when you're your age. Especially when you've got so damn many temptations from television and rock stars."

Jennifer felt her face flush. If he only knew she had fucked Bobby for years and had even fucked Uncle Mike a few times.

"I want to be good, Dad," she said.

"I know you do, baby." He fondled her hair thoughtfully.

She leaned her cheek against his strong thigh. "Maybe I ought to find one boy and only have sex with him."

Jim's heart pounded. The thought of his baby girl fucking some big jock regularly drove him crazy.

"There's nothing wrong with variety."

"But you said…"

"Don't listen to everything I say. I'm no saint myself."

He took her hand and she rose up. "I feel better just talking to you, Dad," she said.

He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad I was able to help, Princess."

The teenage girl felt an electric spark between them. Her legs were suddenly unsteady. She had never thought of her father in a sexual way although several of her friends had let their fathers fuck them.

It felt good to be enclosed in his arms. She closed her eyes and tried to relax against him. Safe, she thought. She moved, her arms around his waist. Safe and secure.

"Princess," Jim said, stroking her hair. "What, Dad?"

When his fingers touched her ass, she was barely aware of the caress. A lovely floating sensation surged through her, but it wasn't purely sexual. It was loving and stimulating at the same time.

She gazed up into her father's eyes in time to see his lips come down on hers. His tongue plunged boldly into her mouth and her knees went weak.

She responded instinctively, returning his kiss and ramming her tongue against his. Her body felt hot and floating and the past weeks of celibacy melted away as she came alive under his touch.

Most important, her pussy throbbed with need. It was wet and it ached with that special pleasure-pain reserved for sex.

Jim placed both hands on her ass and drew her against him. "Oh, baby, this is wrong," he whispered in her ear.

She raised her lips to his. "No, it's not. I think it's what I've wanted all my life."

She moved her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He groaned. "Oh, baby, baby…"

"Dad, I need you," the teenager said. "There's nothing wrong with it if it's my idea."

Suddenly he released her. "Okay, I guess you're right. You're not really a kid any more. Listen, get down there on the couch."

There was an old couch in the corner and Jennifer stared at it. Suddenly she was faced with a momentous decision.

"Go on, baby, if you really meant what you said."

With a decisive shrug of her head the sexy blonde lay down on the couch. Her father climbed over her and began kissing her and running his hands over her throbbing body. He stroked her all over and she felt his fingers on her bare flesh.

His hands clutched her tits and her nipples stiffened. Her pussy gushed and she clung to him as he kissed her tits.

"You're so lovely," he said hoarsely.

He removed her shorts and pulled them off. He fondled her all over and she opened her legs for him.

He pulled her panties down and pushed her legs wide apart. Her teenage split winked open and gleamed wetly beneath her blonde muff.

Jim quickly undressed. He pushed his pants and shorts down and began to lower his face to her cunt.

"Oh, Dad," she sighed. His lips were an inch from her gash.

The sweet folds of her pussy were wet with passion. Her aroma filled his nostrils. With a groan he filled his mouth with her sex.

The young girl sobbed when his open mouth embraced her cunt. She pumped her pussy against his mouth and smeared cuntjuice over his face. He flicked his tongue up and down her oozing pussy, slit and fluttered it over her clit.

After a while she had a strong craving to have his cock in her mouth. "I want to suck you too, Dad," she said.

He sat back on his haunches and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Are you sure, Princess?"

"Yes, I want to."

He stretched out on his back and she crawled between his legs. She closed her fingers around his upthrust cock. It was very hard and very big. There were purplish veins throbbing all over his shaft. She bent down and ran her tongue over one of them.

Jim groaned as she tenderly licked his cockhead. She darted her tongue over his piss slit. That's where I came from, she thought. It seemed right somehow to be kissing the source of her being.

She took his prick between her lips and sucked it. She moved one hand under his balls and massaged them gently.

The eggs inside his ball-bag jumped around. She watched his expression. She had never felt so loved in her life.

She wondered what he was like as a young boy. She wondered if he still enjoyed making love to her mother. There were so many things she wanted to ask him. Did she dare?

"What is it, baby?" he said, stroking her long blonde curls. "Sorry you started this?"

She lapped her tongue over his cockhead. "Never."

He glanced at his hard-on. "Think you can take it?" he said.

She thought of Mike and his big cock. "I think so, Dad."

"It's not the biggest prick in the world, but I've been told it's okay."

"I love it." She ran the tip of her tongue up and down his shaft and licked his balls.

"Jesus, Princess, that's good. You give a good blow-job."

"I haven't really started yet."

"It feels pretty good to me."

"I'm going to try and take it all the way into my throat."

He lifted his eyebrows. "Think you can do it?"

"Yes, I do."

She trembled with excitement and slid her lips halfway down his shaft. His sigh of pleasure further excited her.

She was happy when he placed his hands on the sides of her head and guided her lips. Her lips were flecked with saliva and her eyes were glazed.

Jim still had reservations about fucking his own daughter. It was true that she wanted it, but was it fair of him to take advantage of her inexperience and her love for him?

He thought about it while she tongued his dick and balls. After a while he decided she was old enough to fuck and if she was old enough all that mattered was that he loved her. He loved her more than any, of those teenage jocks she fooled around with.

Now Jennifer was making love to him with her teeth and lips and tongue. She licked him all over, tracing patterns up and down the length of his fuckpole and around its width.

His cock-knob was very swollen and the skin was pulled taut. She poked her tongue into his pisser and tasted his spunk.

"I love it, Dad," she said.

She rubbed her tits against him. She could tell he liked that.

As she sucked his cock she fingered his balls. She deliberately waited before mouth-fucking him. She wanted to tease him first before taking his prick all the way into her throat.

He reached and thrust his hand between her legs. She arranged her legs in a way that gave him access to her pussy.

Then his fingers were inside her, in the hot wet folds of her cunt. His prick was so hard. She wanted it in her pussy.

She licked his cockhead a few more times and then spit it out. "Dad, fuck me," she said softly.

He sat up eagerly and guided her onto her back. "Oh, baby, will I."

She opened her legs and he quickly pressed his cockhead into her pussy. His knob lodged inside her pussy-socket and he left it there a moment without moving.

Jennifer gazed up at him, feeling a love so total it took her breath away. "You're in me," she said.

He lurched forward and the rest of his hard dick surged into her depths. "Now I am, Princess."

The blonde teenager stared up at the man who had given her life. He looked so handsome and strong. She loved him so much.

He began thrusting and she moved with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his thick cock stroked into her.

With every stroke his shaft rasped against her clit. She moved her hips in the age old way. She gave herself to him totally.

Jim felt her pussy grab at his dick and he fucked her faster. She thrashed her legs in the air and tightened them around his waist.

She let out a wild cry when she came. She nearly blacked out from the force, of her orgasm. As she writhed wildly he sent spurts of jism into her snatch.

Afterward he lay on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, Dad, that was so wonderful," she said.

He raised his head and kissed her on the lips.

"This is the first and last time we'll do this, Princess. I can forgive myself for one time. But never again."

She sighed and cuddled against him and wondered if he meant it.