"You better believe I watched the whole thing," Marsha told her cousin when they were together again. "I was right outside the den. Had a close call, though, when you went to the john. Just hid in time. Mmmm, that was some stunt when you shit and pissed for Daddy and made him wipe you. Grossed me out. How'd you ever think of that?"
"Didn't have to think about it," Linda chuckled. "Nature called and your dad just went along for the ride."
"Well, whatever," Marsha said. "The main thing, Linda, is that you were terrific all the way through. God, what sucking and fucking!"
"Couldn't have done it without you," Linda replied. "That little act we put on for your dad to I overhear in the beginning was your idea and it worked like a charm."
"Oh, yeah, you mean that business where I was supposedly trying to talk you out of your horny ways." Marsha recalled the conversation she and I her cousin had staged for her father's benefit. "How'd you know your dad would listen in?" Linda asked. "He's always snooping around when it comes to me," Marsha explained. "I knew he had to be busting his gut to find out why I was suddenly hanging out with a goody-goody like you. It just I figured when he heard you coming on even trashier than yours truly that he'd be hooked."
"I don't know about that," Linda joked.
"Christ, he sucked and fucked me like a damned machine."
"Yeah, I saw," Marsha sighed after a pause. Then she admitted, "To tell you the truth, I got kind of jealous while I was watching you two get it on. After all, he is my own dad and you were the one taking his tongue and cock, right in my own house. I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish it were me."
"You'd fuck your own father?" Linda asked.
"Wouldn't you?" Marsha stated matter-of-factly.
Linda thought about it for a moment. "Yes, I guess I would," she confessed to her grinning cousin.
"Well, then that's our next project," Marsha bubbled. "We fuck our own dads."
"When?" Linda asked. Then she quickly answered her own question. "Our church is sponsoring a father and daughter picnic this Sunday. Tell your parents you want to go with us. Your mom'll be so happy you're turning over a new leaf that she'll make your dad take you. Then all four of us will go in the same car. Me and my dad, you and yours."
"And?"
"The picnic's out in the country. We'll make sure the car is low on gas. Just enough to get us out in the middle of nowhere," Linda revealed her plan. "Then when we're stranded with our dads, we, uh, take advantage of the situation."
"Genius! Pure genius!" Marsha exclaimed with delight. "I can't wait!"
The cousins embraced. Too excited to sleep, they celebrated their scheme with a sixty-nine. Then they talked some more, getting all the details of their plan straight. And then they ate each other's pussy again, and talked until dawn.
By Sunday everything had been carefully arranged. The gas had been siphoned from the car, something Linda's father undoubtedly wouldn't notice on the gauge because he had filled the tank the night before. Now, on a sunny spring afternoon the girls and their dads were driving along a country road. The picnic basket was stuffed, the weather was perfect, and it didn't seem anything could go wrong.
Then it did.
"Damn," Roy Cole muttered when the engine coughed.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" Linda asked.
"Something's wrong with the car," Roy grumbled.
"Maybe we're running out of gas, Uncle Roy," Marsha chimed in from the backseat where she sat beside her father.
"No, that's impossible," Roy insisted. "I bought a full tank yesterday."
"But the gauge is on empty, Daddy," Linda said. "Look."
Every eye in the car focused on the gauge and saw the needle leaning all the way to the left.
"Roy, you idiot," Jack Cole hissed at his brother. There was a rivalry between them, with Jack usually getting the worst of it. For once he had Roy.
"Can't believe it," Roy mumbled just as the engine died. There was just enough momentum to roll the car off the road.
A discussion followed about what should be done. Linda came up with a suggestion.
"I saw a station about a couple of miles back," she said. "We'll draw straws to see which two of us go for gas. The other two can stay behind and watch the car. Then when we've got the gas all four of us can have our own little picnic."
Everyone went along with Linda's idea. She and her father wound up being the ones who would get the gas. Off they went.
Remaining behind, Marsha and her father found a tree and sat under it.
"Shade's nice," Marsha said after along silence, "but I think I'll get some sun. Mind, Daddy?"
"Go ahead," Jack Cole answered his daughter. "We're not going anyplace. One of us might as well enjoy it."
"Oh, Daddy, you're still not mad at Uncle Roy are you?" Marsha replied as she moved out into the sun. She shook her long hair and stretched out on the grass.
"Of all the dumb stunts. Running out of gas miles from anywhere," Jack fumed at his absent brother. In his continuing anger he did not immediately notice that Marsha had slipped out of her blouse.
"Oh, Daddy, don't blame Uncle Roy. It could happen to anybody," Marsha called. She was wriggling out of her jeans at this point.
Now her father noticed. "Hey!" Jack yelled at his stripping daughter. "Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?"
"Getting down to my bra and panties so I can get a tan," Marsha answered. "Really, Daddy, it's nothing to get excited about. It's just like seeing me in a two-piece bathing suit. Look! I'll show you."
She stood up, leaving her blouse and jeans as she walked back toward her father to give him a closer view.
"See? I'm decent," Marsha said.
Rut, of course, she wasn't and she knew it. She had purposely worn a bra that was too small, and her large tits were on the verge of popping free. And her tight panties hugged her crotch like a second skin, showing the outline of her cunt. Puffs of pussy hair bristled at the crux of her thighs.
"This just won't do," Jack Cole protested.
Marsha recalled her uncle having the same kind of reaction the night she had surprised him in her see-through nightie. Now she responded the same way she had then to her father's complaint about her skimpy underwear.
"Okay, Daddy," she sighed, "if you don't like the way I'm dressed, no problem. If my bra and panties bug you, I'll just get rid of them."
Jack started to say something. The words didn't get out of his mouth, though, before his daughter's tits were suddenly uncovered. Now all Jack could do was gulp – and stare.
Instead Marsha was the one to speak. "That bra was too tight, anyway," she told her wide-eyed father. "So are these panties."
Marsha was much slower about removing her final item of clothing than she had been with her bra. She inched the panties down her hips, gradually revealing her pussy's dark bush. Her father squirmed as he watched her, a tell-tale lump stirring at the crotch of his trousers.
Marsha's cunt came into full view. The hair was swept back along the center of its triangle, exposing the pink groove formed by her pussy lips. Then, stepping out of her panties, Marsha was completely nude. She threw her head and shoulders back, basking in the afternoon sun.
"Oh, what a beautiful day," she bubbled. "And now that I've got my clothes off I feel part of it."
Her father continued to stare. His cock and balls were throbbing at his crotch as though his heart had dropped between his legs.
"Aren't you glad I got rid of my bra and panties, Daddy?" Marsha said. "I am. I feel so free when I'm naked. Want to just run wild and follow the sun."
She started to skip away. But her father stopped her. "Don't go," Jack spoke for the first time in a long while.
"How come, Daddy?" Marsha asked, pretending to be every bit as innocent as she wasn't.
"I-I want to look at you," Jack stammered. "You're such a beautiful girl."
Marsha smiled at her father. She came over and leaned above him, dangling her tits in his face so he could see how hard and red her nipples were.
"Are you sure all you want to do is look, Daddy?" Marsha purred, her phony innocence now gone with the spring breeze.
"Uh, what did you have in mind?" Jack gulped.
"You know," Marsha kept purring.
Jack tried to act like he didn't. But he was very unconvincing, especially to himself. Then Marsha made it even more difficult for him, very much more. It was a bombshell she now dropped on her father.
"Let's not play games, Daddy," she said. "You want to do the same thing to me that you did the other night to Linda. You're just not sure you have the nerve to go that far with me because Linda's only your niece and I'm your own daughter."
"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.