It was nearly five in the morning before Symphony finished her project. She took a few steps away from the bed and inspected her work. In one suitcase she had the camera; in the other was the recording equipment. The camera shot through a hole cut in the side of the suitcase and was held in place with Styrofoam.
Finally, entirely exhausted from her hours of work, Symphony put the camera and other equipment away and crawled between the cool sheets of her bed. With a sigh she closed her eyes and didn't wake up until noon.
At the lumber yard that afternoon, Jack cursed frequently and gave his secretary a long list of things to do. Cindy, his inventory girl, hadn't shown up for work. Jack had dreamed of her body all night and even turned Rebecca's daily offer of sex down. He woke up to find his wife sucking lustily on his cock, her full, tempting lips traveling full length up and down his hard meat. He pushed her away and went to take a shower, leaving her sitting naked on the bed, wondering just what the hell she could do to quench the fire in her snatch.
While Symphony slept, her mother drove through the city streets, looking for a suitable man to fuck her into blissful oblivion. As it turned out, Rebecca was too picky for her own good, and she never did get to caress a cock with her lips or cunt.
Now they were all at the dinner table.
"Fucking little bitches!" Jack hissed. "That new girl I hired to do the inventory didn't show up."
"Dear, don't get so upset," Rebecca said, pouring him a second cup of coffee. "You'll find someone else."
"How the hell am I going to do that? I withdrew the help-wanted ad from the paper." Jack stabbed a piece of roast with his fork and chomped on it angrily. He looked at Rebecca and thought briefly of sinking his dick into her pussy. She was a beautiful woman, he had to admit that. But he now desired only younger women, women who were just learning about sex and had tight young cunts. In his anger, only a young girl could soothe his jagged nerves.
"Relax, Daddy," Symphony said, giving his hand a slight pat. "Everything will turn out just fine in the end. It always does for you. You're a winner all the way."
Jack looked at Symphony and, for the first time in his life, the thought of fucking her entered his mind. He looked at Symphony and felt a familiar dull throbbing in his balls that told him he needed to shoot a big load of come into a young girl's body. Symphony's massive tits were tightly squeezed into a blouse that looked two sizes too small. As she brought her hand up to her mouth, Jack watched the way her tits bulged and jiggled. He watched her full, moist lips part and her tongue flick out to take the food off her fork. Would her mouth work as deftly on his cock? The question haunted Jack and he didn't say another word throughout the dinner.
While Symphony and Rebecca were busy cleaning up the kitchen, Jack retired to his study to look over some technical papers dealing with a proposed expansion to his lumber yard. He was expecting his partner, Bob, to stop by to discuss the plans and Jack wanted to be ready for him.
In the kitchen, Symphony was fighting with herself. She wanted to tell her mother that she knew all about sucking off the grocery delivery boy, but she just couldn't come right out and say anything. Then, almost like someone else had asked the question, the words came tumbling out of her mouth.
"I saw you yesterday," Symphony said. "I watched you sucking the cock of that boy while he stood on the chair."
Rebecca wheeled around and faced her daughter. Her face was ashen white and her hands were trembling.
"D-did you really?" Rebecca put a hand to her mouth, looking at her daughter with horror.
"No, you don't need to worry about anything," Symphony said, touching her mother's cheek and smiling like a friend rather than a daughter. "I don't hate you for it. I'm just curious why you did it, that's all."
After Rebecca finally got over the shock of having her own daughter watching her suck a young boy's cock, she finally relaxed enough to talk about the cock-sucking. Rebecca poured two glasses of scotch and together they went into the sitting room as Jack's partner Bob entered. Rebecca directed him to the study, then returned, smiling mischievously.
"Don't you think Bob is kind of sexy?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Symphony answered, thinking about Bob's tight ass and broad shoulders. "He's really my kind of man."
"You know, I really never thought of you as a young woman before. Not until you told me what you saw. I guess now I should look at you as a friend as well as a daughter."
"I'll consider you something more than just my mother, too." Symphony sipped her scotch and her mind began to click away.
"What are you thinking about?"
"About you and Bob," Symphony said. "And how you need to get fucked! Dad has been ignoring you, and he's been treating you like a bastard. Wouldn't it be a wonderful irony if you got it on with his partner while he was just in the next room?"
"Symphony, don't be silly! We'd never get away with it. Jack would catch me and skin me alive."
Symphony stood up and downed her drink in two big gulps. "You just get ready," she said over her shoulder, then walked to the study.
Symphony walked into the study unannounced and found the men hunched over blueprints, studying them closely. Neither man looked at her as she approached.
"Excuse me. Bob, there's a phone call for you in the other room," Symphony said, trying not to let the excitement show in her voice. "My mother's holding the phone for you."
"I wonder who that could be?" Bob mumbled as he left the room.
Symphony stepped next to Jack, standing so close that the sweet fragrance of her perfume immediately began enticing him. She looked at the blueprint for a moment, then turned slightly so that her tit brushed against his arm for a second.
"Are these for the expansion?" Symphony asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes," Jack croaked. Being much taller than his daughter, he had a good view of her cleavage and her perfume was driving him wild. Every time she twisted to ask him a question, her tit rubbed lightly against his arm.
Symphony really didn't know what she was doing. She was horny. Hell, she was always horny. Still, the notion of putting her own father's cock in her mouth and sucking it lustily was very exciting to her. Fantasizing about fucking her father was one thing – even teasing him was okay – but actually grabbing his big prick and putting it into her cunt was quite another thing.
In the sitting room, Rebecca was leaning back in her chair with her legs kicked out far in front of her. Her dress had crept high up on her thighs, revealing long, tanned legs that seemed just made for a man's hands. She had unbuttoned the top of her dress all the way down her front so her bra could be seen, white against light-brown flesh.
When Bob entered the room, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Rebecca. He cleared his throat, then advanced.
"I… ah… was told that there's a phone call for me."
"Oh, really? Is that what Symphony said?" Rebecca looked at him, her eyes scanning his body. She openly stared at his crotch. "I was wondering what she was going to do."
"What do you mean?"
"When she left, she told me to get ready for you. That's all she said. I guess she wants you and me to fuck."
Bob tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. He took his time trying to find something to say, but no words came to mind. He knew Rebecca was coming on to him. He would have been blind not to. But he also knew that Jack was just in the other room and he would be expecting him back soon.
"My daughter's an extremely bright girl," Rebecca said, sitting up so her ass was barely on the chair and her dress was open even more. "The way I figure it, we've got about five minutes. I realize that's not much time, but it's all we've got."
Bob didn't say anything. He just jerked his pants down and stepped in front of Rebecca, moving between her spread knees. She took his cock boldly and guided it to her open mouth. Immediately his meat-pole began to stretch and grow from her hot oral caresses.
"Suck my cock," Bob hissed, watching Rebecca attack his prick. He worked his hips back and forth slowly, timed so that he pushed his cock down her throat as she tossed her head at him.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Rebecca moaned, her mouth watering from the delicious taste of cock. She swirled her tongue over the head and along the cock's sides. With the meat wedged tightly in her throat, Rebecca rotated her head on the cock and squeezed his balls.
This wasn't a tender blow-job. Rebecca didn't have the time to savor the sweet juices of his cock, or be thrilled for hours at how Bob's cock stretched her lips and flattened her tongue in her mouth. No, she needed to get him to the brink of climax, then have him ram his cock into her snatch until he came.
In the study, sweat was beading on Jack's forehead. He was going crazy, looking at Symphony's full, round tits. Everything in his mind screamed at him, telling him to order his daughter to get on her knees and suck his cock.
For Symphony, the game of delay without seduction was becoming increasingly interesting. She knew that her body was driving him wild and she accepted that fact as a compliment. When she noticed him stepping back to look at her ass, Symphony threw her hair backward, twisting her head from side to side slightly so the incredibly long strands twitched and danced at the crack of her ass. If Jack was like every other man she knew, long hair and a tight ass were turn-ons.
"So what's this going to be used for?" Symphony asked, pointing to a square drawn on the blueprint. She really didn't care whether it was a bathroom or an office, but she knew she had to keep his mind occupied long enough for Rebecca to get the job done with Bob.
As Jack explained the blueprint to her, Bob was just unplugging his cock from Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca sighed and whipped her tongue against the cockhead as he got to his knees.
"Let's get these silly things off," Bob said. He then reamed his thick cock into her hungry pussy. It had been such a long time since Jack had reached out to her in lustful eagerness and rammed his prick into her pussy. There had been times when neither of them had time to get all their clothes off. When they were just in too much of a hurry to feast on each other's bodies to worry about getting all their clothes off.
She felt young and alive as Bob's cock rocketed into her cunt, stabbing ever faster and deeper with each thrust. Ever clit sizzled, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. Looking down her body as Bob squeezed her thighs, Rebecca watched her tits rolling back and forth with nipples as hard as pebbles. She watched his long cock gliding effortlessly into her cunt, saw the way her twat clenched his meat-pole as it stabbed into her.
In the study, Jack's cock had gotten hard and the long bulge in his pants could be easily seen. Symphony noticed his hard-on. It was a compliment to her charms and she accepted it as such, even if it was from her own father.
"You're becoming quite the young woman," Jack said, his eyes taking in the fullness of his daughter's tits. "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"
Symphony looked at him. She didn't smile. Her lips parted slightly and she licked them, making them glisten even more.
"Yes," she said softly. "I guess I do know what I'm doing to you."
Jack reached out, entwining his fingers in Symphony's silken hair. With his other hand he pulled down his zipper and brought out his raging cock. Symphony looked at it, amazed that her father was actually doing this. She wasn't frightened. Not really. She was willing to do anything to give her mother enough time to have Bob fuck her into ecstasy.
"What are you doing?"
"You know very well what I'm doing," Jack said, his eyes no longer soft. Jack's face was hard, unyielding. He would get whatever he wanted. Symphony knew that. "Don't play Miss Innocent with me. I know better than that."
Jack pulled on Symphony's hair and she grabbed his wrist.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!"
Jack said nothing. He continued the pressure until Symphony was on her knees, and then he took her hair and wrapped it around his cock. The softness of her hair around his prick was a new sensation for him. Slowly he worked his hand back and forth on the length of his hard cock, looking down at his daughter's face just inches from his cockhead.
"Suck it," Jack said, smoothing the hair away from the round cockhead. "Suck my cock, Symphony."
"I can't. I won't."
"Bitch! I said suck it!"
"No!"
Jack pounded on his meat. Looking down, he watched Symphony's tits rise and fall with her heavy breathing. The hair surrounding his cock felt softer than anything else he had ever known. And it was so long that he could wrap it around his prick completely, every part of his excited prick being gently caressed by her raven hair.
"Damn you, bitch!" Jack hissed, whacking harder and faster on his meat pole. "You're a fucking teaser! A fucking…"
As his words trailed off, jets of come exploded out the tip of his prick. The blobs matted with Symphony's hair and she watched the creamy jism oozing between the strands. Each eruption of the pungent come shot through his cock with incredible force, then mingled in her hair. Finally, when Jack's balls had emptied, he released his prick. Symphony's hair stuck wetly to the end of his dick.
"If you ever tell anyone about this," Jack said, tucking his cock back in his pants, "I'll beat you senseless. I'll break every fucking bone in your body."
Symphony got unsteadily to her feet. The hair that was soaked with come slapped against her hip and stuck there.
"I… I won't," she mumbled as she left the room.
In the sitting room, Bob's balls were itching like mad. He slammed his cock into Rebecca's cunt, shoving her forward in the chair slightly. His hands squeezed her firm asscheeks. He watched her tits rolling on her chest, her nipples hard and pointed.
"I'm going to… commmmmmmmme!" he hissed. Bob's big nuts forced a river of spunk through his dick. Rebecca's clasping snatch milked his prick in a wet embrace, squeezing every last drop of goo from his nuts.
Rebecca's body shuddered as she felt her climax begin. Her clit, feeling like it was on fire, suddenly became the only thing in her body she could feel. She hooked her ankles together behind Bob's back and held him close, his prick deep in her swat, as she shivered through her come. A thin film of perspiration coated her body and her eyes stared unseeing.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned softly as her come subsided. "Bob, that was heavenly." She grabbed his collar and pulled him down fastening her lips on his. Her tongue slithered into his mouth, danced briefly with his tongue, then she pushed him away. "You'd better get back. If Symphony or Jack comes in here, we're both dead."
Bob, suddenly aware of his surroundings, jumped to his feet and pulled his pants up. Rebecca buttoned her dress and smoothed it over her legs, kicking her panties under the chair. As Bob left the sitting room, Symphony entered.
Symphony looked at Rebecca and knew right away that her mother had fucked Bob. Her mother's cheeks were flushed and she slumped in the chair, exhausted but happy. Rebecca had that look of a woman who had just fucked and nothing she could do would hide that.
As they talked, Symphony made sure that her come-soaked hair was behind her shoulders so her mother wouldn't see it. Rebecca tried feebly to deny that she had fucked Bob, and from the tone of her voice, Symphony decided that her mother hadn't guessed what she had done to delay her father. Symphony also deduced that Rebecca wouldn't approve of a daughter and father fondling each other's bodies – and sure as hell not of her husband jacking off in Symphony's hair.
Before Symphony went to sleep that night, she washed her hair, then stripped nude and selected an X-rated movie to watch on her video system. As she watched the hot fucking and sucking on the screen, she fingered herself to a bone-jarring climax, then fell to sleep knowing that if she didn't get laid soon, she would be capable of anything. Anything at all!