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A Blow Job for Daddy

... Carol took my drooling cock from her mouth and began licking it like a popsicle. Delightful obscenities streamed from her mouth in between licks. "Oh, Daddy, I love your beautiful cock. It tastes so good. Give me some more of your sweet juice. I want to eat the same stuff that made me. Make your cock shoot in my mouth, Daddy. You can try to hold it back, but I will get it sooner or later." She finished the lewd outburst, took my cock back into her mouth, and sucked like a whore trying for a big tip. Where had she learned to suck a cock so skillfully? I struggled to hold back, but I was losing the battle. Carol humped my mouth frantically as she succumbed to one orgasm after another. I triggered a strong one by pulling on her nipples. Her moans rippled through my cock. All of my senses were overwhelmed. She retched as I shot my load against her tonsils. We both went into such violent orgasmic convulsions that I don't know how we stayed connected. The storm gradually passed and she lay heavily on top of me, her chest heaving against my belly. She turned around and snuggled against my hairy chest. "Wow, Dad, wherever did you learn to eat pussy like that? You nearly sucked me inside out. I just love your cream. My God, there is so much of it. I've never gotten so much out of a cock. Your second one was as juicy as your first." "How many people have fucked you?" I asked. "Oh, Daddy, you don't want to know that." "I always thought you were so innocent, but it turns out that you ...

... are really a little slut. As your father, I should be outraged, but I'm really only excited and curious." "You should be glad your little girl is a slut, Dad. If I wasn't we wouldn't be doing this. You will have to fuck me, you know. Neither of us will be satisfied until you have speared me with this big, beautiful cock." My cock, still glistening with her spit, was stretched out on my belly like a snake sunning itself on a rock. She ran her fingertips down the underside to my balls, traced a figure-eight around them and then made her way back up to the head. She repeated the technique until my cock began to rise. "It works every time," she said with a giggle. My prick was soon hard enough for her to stroke with her fist. "Carol, I don't think it would be proper for us to fuck," I said. "Maybe we should just stick to what we have done so far. I can't see any real harm in hand jobs and blow jobs. Fucking is something entirely different." "Daddy, if you won't fuck me, I'll fuck you!" She suddenly mounted me and impaled herself on my cock. She grinned down at me as she lowered herself until the twin globes of her ass were against my thighs. "How does it feel to have your cock in a tight pussy again, Dad? Now aren't you glad that I took the initiative." Her cunt became slicker as she posted up and down on me. "I exercise my pussy muscles every day, Daddy. How do you like the way it feels?" She giggled as she clamped down on my cock. "I bet Mom couldn't do that, could she?" She was ...