Symphony was too tired that night to do more than eat and go to bed. She had no trouble explaining to her mom and dad why she was late because, upon returning home, she found them in the living room fucking madly. Symphony watched as her father worked his long prick in and out of her mom's cunt for a moment, then she went off to bed.
The next morning Symphony was awakened by her father, who wore nothing but a bathrobe. Beneath the covers she wore only her black silk panties.
"Wake up," Jack said, shaking Symphony by the shoulder. "You've got another day of work ahead of you."
"I can't go," Symphony said, raising her arms in the air, stretching the sleepiness out of her limbs. In doing so, the blankets slithered down her body, barely covering her rounded tit. "I'm not feeling very well."
"The hell you can't!" Jack hissed vehemently, pulling the blankets off Symphony's body. "Get your ass out of bed right fucking now!"
"Hey!" Symphony said, sitting up in bed. It suddenly occurred to her that her tits were naked to her father's lusty gaze and she cupped them in her hands, hiding her nipples and nothing more. "I'm not going there any more."
"I pay every fucking bill in this household," Jack said, quietly, the anger he felt inside himself now replaced with instant lust. "Everybody's got to pay their way around here from now on."
"No, Dad, I'm only seventeen. I'm not going to."
Jack put his hand on Symphony's smooth shoulder and pushed her back down on the bed. Their eyes were locked to each other, neither showing anger, fear or even passion. Jack straddled Symphony's body, resting just part of his weight on her plump tits and pinning her arms at her sides. Jack opened his robe, revealing a half-hard cock.
"Everybody has to pay… in some way or another," Jack said, fisting his prick. "You pay by keeping your mouth shut around here, or opening it only when I want my cock in your mouth."
"I'll never suck your cock." Symphony lay on the bed, staring up at her father as he jacked himself off. She wasn't in the least bit frightened or angry. After being brutally gangfucked the day before, there was nothing that Jack could do that would frighten her. Symphony watched his fist riding smoothly over his cock and closed her eyes. Her asshole tingled slightly with the residual pain of losing her virginity in that opening; her snatch felt a little chafed from the countless in-strokes of hard cocks she had fucked the day before.
"Ohhhhh," Jack hissed, his balls swinging between his legs. He rose slightly, leaning forward, holding himself up with his left hand while his right worked on his cock. Symphony didn't move, even though his weight was off her and she was free to do so. Instead, she opened her lips wide, waiting for Jack's come. But he had his eyes closed and did not see that she was willing to swallow his jism.
Symphony closed her mouth again and waited patiently. She felt the first blast of jism splat against her forehead, and the second strike the bridge of her nose with the come trickling into her eye. Jack beat his throbbing, spitting meat until he released everything he had. Looking at his daughter, he found her face smeared with blobs of his come. The opaque liquid was on her lips, nose, forehead, stuck to her pillow and matted in her ebony hair. He got off the bed and tied his robe together.
"Don't be an idiot," he said quietly. "You've got it pretty nice around here. Say a word and I'll make this home sweet home a living hell."
"I'm sure you would," Symphony said, looking at her father impassively. "Should I expect similar treatment every morning?"
"I haven't decided yet," Jack answered, then he left the room.
Symphony took a shower and got dressed. Her long hair always took hours to dry, and she was ready to spend a leisurely afternoon catching up on her reading and maybe write in her diary. When she got downstairs, Symphony had figured that her dad would have left for the lumber yard. Instead, she found him standing in the doorway with his briefcase in one hand, his hat in the other and his cock sticking out of the fly of his pants. He wasn't waiting for her. Rebecca, still dressed in her night gown, was on her knees lustily sucking his prick. Jack moaned long and low and Rebecca slurped up his come.
"Thanks, honey, I really needed that," Rebecca said, getting to her feet and licking her lips. She put Jack's prick back in his pants and zipped him up.
Symphony padded silently into the kitchen and was waiting at the table when Rebecca walked in.
"Oh! I didn't know you were up," Rebecca said, trying to smile but failing.
"I saw you sucking Dad's cock," Symphony said, giving her mother a wry grin. "It seems like I'm catching you every time."
"Not every time," Rebecca answered, sitting in a chair. She was beginning to see her daughter as something of an adult. A confidante. No longer was she embarrassed about what Symphony knew about her life. "You didn't catch me fucking Bob, or Shell."
"What?"
"Bob or Shell."
"I figured you had fucked Bob, but I've never heard of this Shell character."
"Just a guy I picked up in a bar yesterday. Then the damnedest thing happened." Rebecca lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs. "Make some coffee and I'll tell you all about it."
As Rebecca told her story, Symphony listened, amazed and happy that her mother was becoming so liberated and honest with her. But when Symphony started mentioning that she, too, enjoyed fucking, Rebecca became very cold and stern. Symphony knew right away that her mother wasn't ready to hear about all the fucking and sucking that Symphony had done the day earlier.
"At least Jack is beginning to pay some attention to me," Rebecca said. "He fucked me last night and he let me suck him off this morning. Well, I guess you saw me doing that, didn't you?"
Symphony wanted to watch the video tape of her gang-bang, but her mom was in a good mood and wanted them to sit outside and bask in the sun. The two did that for most of the afternoon and, surprisingly, Symphony never really got horny the entire time.
That night Symphony watched the video tape and even then she didn't get hot, but it was fascinating for her to watch herself getting fucked and sucking cock. The camera caught her expression as she was butt-fucked by Curly. The four-hour cassette ran out after she had finished sucking the fifth cock, and Symphony knew that her idea of filming real-life sex scenes was one of the best ideas she had ever come up with.
Three nights later, Symphony was lying in her bed and beginning to feel that familiar tingling in her cunt. She needed cock. She looked at the clock near her bed: a couple minutes past eleven. Snapping in the cassette, she sat up in bed and watched the action on her television. Symphony watched as Curly fucked her against the stack of lumber.
"Yeah, give it to me, big cocksucker," Symphony whispered, rolling her nipples. She reached between her legs, which were crossed Indian-fashion, and ran her finger along her dewy crease, over her silky panties.
Symphony put the tape in fast forward, then stopped it when she reached the part where Curly and the other guy trapped her between the wood stacks, then raped her. Symphony's pussy grew more and more moist, the pussy-juice beginning to soak her panties.
As she watched the fucking on the screen, Symphony's fingers crept under her panties. It occurred to her that watching herself fuck was almost as much of a turn-on as fucking itself.
"Fuck me! Oh, yessss!" Symphony purred, her middle finger scratching lightly over her clit. Her clit sizzled, quivering at each touch of her finger. On the screen, her face was twisted with pain as Curly rammed his huge, throbbing prick into her then-virgin asshole. Symphony watched the way her hair shook each time he powered his cock up her asshole.
Symphony wiggled out of her panties and threw them across the room. Then, spreading her pussy lips with the fingers of her left hand, she jammed two fingers from her right hand deep into her cunt, filling the juicy opening. Her hand was a blur between her spread thighs as her fingers stabbed hard into her pussy. Symphony's stomach tightened into a knot, then her whole body began a series of convulsions as the come flowed from her cunt over her palm and onto the blankets. Symphony bit her bottom lip, struggling to keep from crying out with ecstasy.
Symphony fell back on the bed, her mountainous tits drooping slightly to either side of her body, rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her eyes flicked to the screen and she watched a man stepping between her spread thighs, watched as he grabbed her tits and she bit down on the gag anther mouth, and fucked her. Her eyes closed and she thought that she would just catch her breath before shutting off the video tape. And then she was asleep, splayed out on the bed completely naked as the show continued on the television.
That same night, when Jack woke up, he knew it was his full bladder that had awakened him. Naked, he padded to the bathroom and relieved himself, then decided to see if there was a little something in the kitchen to nibble on. Passing Symphony's bedroom, he noticed a faint light coming from under the door, and he opened it just a crack, peeking his head inside to tell his daughter to go to sleep. In the pale glow of the television, Jack saw the wondrous vision of his daughter naked. Her delicious tits, nipples pointed, rose and fell with her shallow breaths of sleep.
"Shit," he hissed under his breath, walking into the room to shut the television off. He really had no intention of doing any more than that, but when he saw the television, his cock immediately came to life. His jaw dropped as he watched Symphony, naked but for her shoes, garter belt and nylons, kneeling on the ground, sucking the cock of one of his employees.
His first reaction was blind rage. He wanted to beat his sluttish bitch of a daughter senseless. Then he wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk. But instead, he could only watch in silent horror and lust as his teenaged daughter whipped her tongue over the guy's cock, then swallowed his come. And no sooner had the man erupted his come in her mouth and stepped away, than another of his employees stepped in front of Symphony and fucked his prick into her hot mouth.
Unconsciously, Jack reached down and fondled his raging hard-on. His eyes were glued to the screen as he watched man after man shove his hard cock into Symphony's mouth, jerk it back and forth between her lips, then finally pull it out, red and shrinking. He watched the way Symphony's throat worked as she gulped down the jism and then he became angry when she said she wouldn't suck his cock. She had sucked the cocks of strangers, but she wouldn't suck her own father's prick!
Jack looked at Symphony as she slept and lust took over his senses. He leaped, landing heavily on Symphony's supple body. His cock pressed against her furry snatch.
"W-what?" Symphony gasped, blinking her eyes open, instantly awake.
"Take this, slut!" Jack said, his voice dripping with venom. He tried to power his cock into her pussy, but his aim was off and he nearly plowed his prick up her asshole. Symphony struggled beneath him, scratching his back with her long fingernails.
"Don't!" Symphony hissed.
"Shut up! Just keep your fucking mouth shut!" Jack grabbed Symphony by the throat and squeezed. Not hard enough to cut off her air, but hard enough to let her know that he could do just that if he really wanted to. "I've had enough of your fucking kid games. I've seen your little home movie. Now I'm going to do with you whatever I choose, and you're going to take it whether you like it or not."
And then Symphony knew. She knew it all and there was no use denying anything. Her father had seen her movie and, with it, he could blackmail her. She stopped struggling, her mind buzzing for some kind of explanation. Did he know that she was forced to suck their cock?
"You don't understand," Symphony said quietly, looking into her father's angry eyes. "It's not like it looks."
"Tell me what it looks like then," Jack hissed, grabbing her by the hair, rolling off her and jerking her head up so she looked at the television.
"Oh no…" Symphony wailed, knowing she was defeated. Just then the tape ran to the end of its reel and the television shut off automatically.
Jack released Symphony's hair and pushed himself up on the bed, resting his back against the headboard. His cock angled straight up in the air as he flicked on the reading light next to the bed.
Symphony looked at him over her shoulder, crossing her arms to hide her tits. Her ebony hair shone brilliantly in the light. She didn't exactly know what was coming next, but she knew she'd have to comply with her father's wishes.
"Stand up," Jack said, his face twisted in a wolfish smile. He was enjoying this one hell of a lot. "Stand up and walk around a bit. I want to look at you."
Symphony got up, slowly lowering her arms. Biting her lip softly, summoning up every ounce of courage she had, Symphony walked around the bedroom, letting her heels hit the carpeted floor a little harder than usual so that her tits would jiggle more than they normally did.
"Now face me and play with yourself."
Symphony gasped.
"You heard me. I said play with yourself."
Symphony's hands were shaking as she brought them slowly up her sides. Her fingers grazed lightly over her tight stomach, inching toward her mounding tits. She looked directly at her father, her eyes dull, as though she were in mild shock.
"Yeah, that's right," Jack purred, stroking his throbbing erection.
Symphony's fingernails prickled her tender skin. They traveled up to the bottom swell of her tits, then circled around her tit before approaching the pointed, hardened nipple from the top. Her fingers played in circles around the little nubbins, then Symphony pinched her nipples lightly and tugged them out, away from her body. She felt the spears of passion scream through her veins, and she knew that if she kept this up she was going to be terribly, terribly horny for her father's cock. She wouldn't have to follow his orders, she'd want to fuck him and suck his cock without having to be told. Her eyes were transfixed on his hard-on.
"Now come over here and suck my prick. Let me see those lips of yours really give me the works."
Jack crossed his fingers together behind his head as he watched his daughter sit on the edge of the bed, then lean to the side, her head nearly between his legs. He kicked up one foot and put it over her body, trapping her from quick escape.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Symphony asked quietly, grabbing her father's prick by the base and giving it a soft squeeze. "Do you know I'm your daughter?"
"I know precisely what I'm doing. I realize you're my daughter, but I also realize that you sucked the cock of every man I have hired. If you can wrap those thick lips of yours around their pricks, you can do the same to dear ol' Dad, now can't you?"
"Have I any choice?"
"None at all."
Symphony threw her hair over her shoulder, not wanting it to obscure her father's view of her cocksucking. She stroked his meat. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to his prick. Her lips parted slightly, pulling in to shield her teeth. She heard her father groan low in his throat as her hot breath poured over his sensitive cockhead, and she knew that she would be doing this many, many times over. First he had jerked off in her hair; then he jerked off on her face. And now she was about to suck his cock.
Symphony squeezed her fingers a little tighter around Jack's prick, feeling his pulse pound against her palm. She bent lower. His cockhead drooled slightly with a drop of crystal clear come forming at the tip. She parted her lips a little more, careful not to smear his jism, and took his knob in her mouth. Once his cockhead was being fully warmed in the liquid embrace of her mouth, Symphony whipped her tongue over the tip and tasted her father's come.
"Holy motherfucking shit!" Jack gasped, watching his daughter's lips crawl slowly over his prick. He saw how her more-than-full tits mashed against his thigh, becoming even more rounded than he had imagined possible. His first urge was to close his eyes and just concentrate on the wonderful pleasures her blow-job gave him, but he decided that watching Symphony's mouth stretched and distorted because of his prick was even better.
"Let me hear you moan," Jack said, watching Symphony's face bobbing slowly on his tool. "I want to know you love my cock."
"Mmmmmm! Arrrggghhhhh!" Symphony choked, tossing her head a little faster on her father's hardened cock. She squeezed his shank tightly in her fist, simultaneously jerking him off and sucking him off. Her mouth watered with the scrumptious taste of cock. Symphony worked her tongue around the slick knob and against the side and bottom of her dad's cock. Her pussy grew moist, dewy with her cunt juices.
"Yeah, you're a first-rate cocksucker," Jack whispered. He had to fight down the urge to pump his hips up and down because he wanted Symphony to do all the work. He didn't want to fuck her mouth, he just wanted to lay back, like a king, and enjoy the pleasures those people of lesser social rank were required to provide for him.
Yes, Jack thought to himself. A king. A king who could demand anything and receive it without rebuke.
"Peon," Jack hissed. "Suck my cock!"
"Yes," Symphony whispered, taking her mouth off his rigid prick just for a second.
"Yes what?"
"I don't understand."
"Yes, my king and master!"
"Yes," Symphony said, then flicked her tongue over his cock crown. "Yes, my king and master!"
And then she was once again sucking his cock hungrily, tossing her beautiful face up and down over the quivering column of rock-like flesh. She fondled her father's nuts, sort of bouncing them around while her tongue pranced over his spongy, round cockhead.
"That's enough," Jack said. "I've liked your cocksucking, but there's more to be done." He was feeling like royalty and his tone of voice reflected his attitude. "Straddle my body and put my prick in your cunt. And you had better be tight, better move just right, or you'll face the consequences. I mean it, cunt. You'd better be one hot little fucker, or you're in big-assed trouble."
Symphony got to her knees on the bed. She put one leg over his body, then reached down and grabbed her father's spit-slick cock. Aiming it carefully at her swat, she slowly lowered herself, feeling his round cockhead pressing bluntly against her dewy opening.
"Ohhhhh!" Jack groaned, feeling her pussy juice, warm and slippery, begin to trickle over his knob.
Symphony leaned forward, placing her palms on her father's muscular chest, then she lowered herself a little more. Her dark, hairy cuntlips pushed inward, protesting the invading cock, then spread wide, tightly encasing his meat. A quiet purr came from her throat as she dropped a couple more inches, feeling his hard prick pushing into her belly. Downward she dropped, until her ass was pressing against his thighs and his cock was completely stuffed inside her pussy.
"Now bounce, bitch! Let me see you bouncing up and down on my cock!"
Symphony raised her ass slowly, his imbedded cock being withdrawn to the knob. Then she dropped down quickly, letting her weight plunge his prick into her pussy. They both let out soft moans and squirmed involuntarily as the feelings of cock and cunt got the better of them.
"Ohhhh! You snappy little bitch! You really know how to do it!" Jack looked at Symphony's silver-dollar-sized areolas, with the nipples hard in the center. He fondled them. He filled his hands with her firm flesh, then pulled them down to his open, waiting mouth. He sucked on her nipples, nipping at them lightly with his teeth while she bucked up and down.
Symphony watched her father gnawing on her tits and she tossed her head back, enjoying the sensual glow in the pit of her stomach. Something inside her head told her that fucking her own father was wrong, but something else whispered to her that her father's cocksmanship was extraordinary. Shaking her head caused her waist-length dark hair to cascade over Jack's face.
Jack sucked on one nipple, then the other. He stuffed as much of the succulent tit flesh into his mouth as he could and whipped his tongue over the hard nubs. He fondled her naked, perspiring thighs, squeezing them until he felt the muscles working as she propelled herself up and down over his prick.
"Kiss me, you bitch!" Jack hissed.
Symphony dropped down on him, her huge tits mashing against his chest as their lips met. She immediately flicked her tongue in his mouth and Jack accepted it greedily, sucking on her tongue. Bracing his feet on the bed, he began to meet Symphony's downward movements with thrusts of his own, reaming her juicy snatch hard with his meaty cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Symphony gasped each time Jack's prick slammed home into her pussy. She ran her fingers through his short hair, her hot breath hissing in his ear.
"Fuck! Damn it! I'm gonna…" Jack powered his prick upward into Symphony's pussy with inhuman speed. Again and again he reamed her, his balls swinging crazily between his legs. And then the come started spurting into her cunt. Countless jets of the creamy, thick jism exploded from his balls, raced through the shank of his prick, then blasted out the round cockhead. He filled Symphony's pussy with come and, feeling her belly getting its just reward, Symphony, too, climaxed fiercely. She tossed her head from side to side, gritting her teeth to keep from crying out in ecstasy. Her nipples grew even longer and harder.
And when it was all over, she slumped down on Jack, gasping for air. Symphony felt Jack's prick shrink in size and slowly slip from her pussy. She let out a little squeak of protest when her cunt was suddenly empty – except, of course, for his hot come – and then rolled off her father.
"Suck my cock again," Jack said, his eyes glazed over with sexual satisfaction. "Clean my prick with your mouth."
Symphony took her father's red, sated prick and licked it. She could taste her own oils on the sticky meat and that pleased her. With his prick being soft, she had no trouble taking all of it into her mouth. She bobbed on his cock several times, then fell back on the bed, arms outstretched, and was asleep even before Jack left the room.
Rebecca was sucking Jack's prick the next morning when he awoke. Rebecca had thought that he would be pleased with her, but instead she had only made him angry. After fucking his young and beautiful daughter the night before, Jack's old hang-up about fucking only young bitches had flared up stronger than ever.
"Get away from me, you old hag," he hissed, grabbing her by the hair and jerking her face off his cock. "I haven't got time for that nonsense right now."
Rebecca was nearly in tears as Jack took his shower, dressed, then headed to the lumber yard without saying another word to her.
Rebecca quieted her trembling nerves with a shot of scotch, then dressed and went downstairs. She found Symphony sipping coffee, dressed unusually casual in cut-off jeans and a strap-sleeved T-shirt.
"What's wrong?"
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
"Because you're not normally such a bitch in the morning."
Rebecca's anger instantly flared up. Her first reaction was to slap Symphony across the face for being so disrespectful. But then she realized that she had indeed been bitchy to her daughter for no apparent reason.
"I'm sorry. Jack said some cruel things to me this morning and I'm taking it out on you." Rebecca sat down at the kitchen table next to Symphony and lit a cigarette. "Damn him! Sometimes he's the most fantastic husband in the world and then, almost in the same breath, he'll become the lousiest mother-fucking sonofabitch you'd ever not want to meet!"
"Don't let him get you down, Mom," Symphony said. "He's just got his ways about him, that's all."
Rebecca took a long look at Symphony, then suddenly noticed that the white T-shirt did little or nothing to hide the incredibly full swell of her tits, and even highlighted the pointed nipples. On closer inspection, Rebecca could plainly make out the brown circles of Symphony's areolas.
"Wearing that T-shirt with your figure is like wearing nothing at all."
"Why else do you think I'm wearing it?" Symphony's eyes locked with her mother's, challenging. "Don't think I'm a sweet little virgin, Mom. I love to fuck and suck just as much as you do."
Rebecca was dumbfounded. Her lips moved, but no words came out. Sure, she knew her daughter wasn't the most innocent of girls, but she never dreamed she'd hear Symphony talking so bluntly, so crudely. Rebecca took a long look at Symphony. She saw how the T-shirt fit her shapely upper body tightly, the T-shirt several sizes smaller than it should have been. The bottom of the shirt stopped a couple inches above Symphony's cut-offs, revealing her navel and a thin strip of tanned stomach. And the cut-offs were almost like a denim bikini. And, to make matters worse, the jeans fit her like a second skin, highlighting the pleasant curve of Symphony's ass.
"So what have you got planned for today?" Rebecca asked, not altogether sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Nothing special, but I thought fucking would be in order."
"Anyone in mind?" Rebecca was amazed at how calm she sounded. The twitching in her pussy suddenly reminded her that she hadn't gotten laid that morning, like she had hoped she would.
"No one special. Just a guy with a cock. Preferably a big cock, but that's not really too important. Just so long as it's hard. That's all I'm really concerned about." Symphony took a cigarette and lit it, studying her mother's face. Rebecca was shocked, all right. Shocked, just like Symphony had hoped she would be. "Take it easy, I'm not going to embarrass the family."
"I never said you were going to, did I?"
"So let's go find someone to fuck."
Once again Rebecca was speechless. She couldn't think of a single thing to say to Symphony. Then, Rebecca nodded her head. Symphony smiled. She was actually going cock-hunting with her own mother. How deliciously erotic it seemed to her!