Chapter 2
Her father's fears were justified. For before he knew what was happening, his young and beautiful daughter was bending over. He could see her beautiful bosoms as she was about to suck his cock.
"Baby," he told her, "why don't you just press your beautiful breasts against my penis."
Looking up at him in amazement she asked him, "Are my breasts really beautiful?"
"You know they are," he told her. "I'm sure enough boys have told you that."
"They do seem to like them," she admitted cagily, "but I just wondered what you thought. You are a man of the world."
"I haven't been around that much, honey," he told her, "but judging from their size that I can see from up here, they are fantastic."
Without saying another word his young daughter got to her feet and pulled off her sweater. She wanted her father's admiring eyes to gaze on them lustfully.
Pulling off her sweater she then removed her bra. Her gorgeous breasts were open to his view. She reached underneath them and caressed them. As she ran her hands over them he suddenly knew what he wanted. He reached for her and pulled her down on the sofa. Passionately he licked the nipples. He was putting more into it than Bob. This stimulated and excited her. He was making loud, slobbery noises as he licked at her breasts. Apparently it was giving him a lot of pleasure. She couldn't stop him. She enjoyed his hot tongue lashing at her big bosoms.
"Lick them, daddy," she exclaimed hotly, "don't be bashful. Go ahead, daddy, you need love and affection like any other man."
Her father was only too well aware of this. Yet he never thought he'd find himself making love to his own daughter. However, her delicious bosoms appealed to him so much that he couldn't help himself. And now he was licking and lashing and sucking on them.
She enjoyed the sound of his sucking. But what was thrilling her even more now was the way his hand was roaming all over her body. For her father was deliberately reaching down so he could feel of her mound. As he found her mound he fingered her. And she pushed back to meet his advancing finger stabs. She imagined what it would be like if she could have that thick cock in her pussy. It would please her enormously she knew. Nevertheless, she was afraid to ask him. She wanted to let him lead. After all, he was her father.
She tried to imagine what she could say to him. Would she say, "Father, fuck me," or "Daddy, do you want a piece of ass?" It was a difficult thing. Yet she thought she would be the reserved girl and say nothing.
When her father finally pulled away from sucking on her breasts his face was hot and she knew what he wanted to do.
"Let's go to the bedroom, baby," he told her. "We can finish it in there."
She got to her feet and went to the bedroom. She didn't bother to pick up her sweater or bra. It was unimportant now even though she had been taught to pick up her clothes after.
Once in the bedroom her father pulled back the big bedspread on his king-size bed.
"You've got such a big bed, daddy," she told him.
"You can do it from every angle in this bed," he told her. "You mom and I used to, as a matter-of-fact."
"I don't know how to ask this," Debbie smiled, "but was momma a good lay?"
"I guess it's as good a way to ask as any," he told her. "Yes, she was. That was why I married her. She was too good a lay, in fact. I think she ran off with some rich underworld character in Chicago."
"Why would she do a thing like that?" she asked.
"Money, honey," he told her. "That swings a lot of pussies. You'd better believe it."
At this point her father was stripping. As he removed his clothes she became hotter and hotter herself. For it was a pleasure to see a totally nude man for the first time in her life. She had just seen a portion of Bob. Now she was seeing all of her father.
He turned around and went to the bathroom for a moment. She caught a good look at his broad shoulders, his trim waist and his firm round buttocks. She couldn't help admire him.
"Daddy, were you really on a football team?" she asked him again.
"Yes, but let's not talk about it," he told her. "I had a bad deal from the team. And I don't like to go over it in my mind." He came back and got on the bed and spread his legs wide for his young daughter.
"Baby, if you would like to give me a little suck job first, I'd sure love it," he told her. "I hope it doesn't embarrass you me asking."
"You'll have to teach me, daddy," she said innocently. "I don't know how to do it."
Even though she'd just finished blowing her boyfriend, Bob, she didn't want to reveal to her father what she had done. For she knew that he might get very angry and hostile. Because he was a man of high moral principles, she thought.
"All right, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "slide your hands under my butt and start licking my ass cheeks."
"Yes, daddy," she said. "Does everybody suck ass?"
"In one way or another, daughter," he told her.
Immediately politicians came into her mind. But she didn't mention names. She got down there around his crotch and discovered that it was difficult to lick his ass. His ass cheeks were resting on the bed. She put a pillow under his butt and then found it easier to start lashing and licking away at his ass-hole. Her tongue whipped gingerly around his bare behind. Next she stiffened her tongue and stabbed it right up his rectum. He loved the feeling of her tongue driving into him.
"Pull on my pecker while you're eating my ass out," he told her. "That feels sensational, baby. It really does."
She let her tongue stab right up his ass-hole as she reached for his thick pulsating penis. She pulled on it with hard grabs. At the same time she never took her tongue out of her father's behind. He enjoyed the delicious way she slid her tongue up his velvety ass crack. But what he enjoyed more than anything else was his daughter's willingness to provide erotic pleasure for him. It had been such a long time since anyone had cared about his erotic delight. But it was obvious to him that she did. She was not only dedicated to it, but she was determined to give him a super suck.
"Eat my ass out," he insisted. "Ohhh, baby, lick my ass-hole."
His whole body quivered as her tongue went on stabbing up his rectum. But what he enjoyed most of all now was the fact that she was developing a certain hand rhythm on his penis as she pulled it.
"You're getting the hang of it, honey," he told her. "Keep pulling my pecker. That's how it's done."
As she pulled on his cock he got more and more excited.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it."
She was looking at his quivering cock tip and thinking that it wouldn't be much longer until she could suck the juice out of it. This was what she desired more than anything. Her heart was pounding rapidly as she finally pulled her tongue from her father's behind and licked quickly up to his penis shaft.
When she got to the top of his cock she started sucking.
"Suck me," he begged her eagerly, "suck me, baby."
She didn't hesitate. She let her mouth slip down over his cock and she sucked with vigor and delight. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked. For she was building up a lot of suction right at the crown of his penis. He wanted her to let her mouth slip and slide from the head of his shaft to the base and tickle his balls as well.
"There's technique to cock sucking," he told Debbie. "You've got to not only suck the tip of the shaft, but you've got to lick the rest of it as well."
She knew why she was sucking on the tip. For it was there that the sperm would unload in her mouth. But she figured if he enjoyed having the whole shaft sucked that much she should.
She let her mouth slip from the head of his shaft down to the base. And she not only massaged his balls, but she lovingly caressed them with her fingertips.
"I'm gonna cum in a-minute, baby," he told her. "You ought to finger fuck my ass-hole. Slip your finger up there real easy."
She let her finger slide up her father's behind. He was so excited now he was shaking.
"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her, "fuck my ass. Suck my cock off."
All at once his thick penis exploded. She got the burst of white sperm at the back of her throat and it almost choked her. More sperm shot from his cock head and she rolled it around the tip of her tongue, savoring the taste of it.
"Eat me," he begged her anxiously, "eat my hot pecker, sweetheart."
She sucked the sweet juice from his thick cock. And then he reached down and lovingly held her head in place while he finished fucking her face.
When she had finished swallowing the last of her father's seed, she eased off.
"You're a good girl," he told her, "and you sure gave me a nice time."
She was pleased that her father had become so thrilled with her lovemaking. She rested her head on his firm thigh and gently caressed his firm round ass cheeks.
"It sure felt good, honey," he told her. "I've needed some of this action for a long time. Much too long, in fact."
It pleased her that she could perform so well for him. Nevertheless, it also worried her somewhat. For she recognized she had fallen too hard for her own father.
"Tell me the truth," he asked her, "did you have sex with Bob?"
Finally she answered.
"Yes, daddy, I did," she admitted.
"What did that good-for-nothing make you do?" he demanded.
"He ate my pussy," she said nervously, "and I had to suck him off."
"Did you enjoy it?"
She didn't know what to answer now. Her eyes were clouded and misty. For she felt her father wasn't asking for her protection but because of his own personal jealousy.
"Oh, daddy," she told him, "why do you ask me all of these questions?"
"I must know," he told her. "It's important that I know."
"Bob knows how to use his tongue," she confessed, "but I didn't enjoy it with him the way I did with you, daddy."
"Oh, darling," her father's eyes brightened, "you don't know what a happy man you've made me by saying that."
At this point she knew what her father wanted.
"Your mother was so wonderful," he told her, "when she wanted to get sucked by me. I remember how she used to lie on me. She used to rest her ass on my chest and spread her legs and dangle them over my shoulders. She would push her pussy right at me. I had my head propped up on a pillow and I could get good sucking angles."
"Daddy, do you want to do it with me that way?" she asked.
His eyes brightened as he looked at his daughter.
"Yes, if you'd let me," he told her. "It would drive me ape."
"All right," she agreed, "you can do it to me, daddy."
She straddled her father. She rested her buttocks on his chest. She let her legs fall over his shoulders. Then she pushed her muff to his mouth. Hastily his hot hands gripped her. He loved having her thighs closing in on his face. She reached over and propped his head up on pillows so he could let his tongue slip along her slit with ease.
"Oh, daddy," the young girl exclaimed, "you don't know how good that feels. Lick me. Go ahead, daddy, lick my pussy."
Her father's tongue flapped back and forth across her clit. She let her hands reach out and hold his head affectionately.
"Yes, daddy," she begged him anxiously, "lick my snatch."
Her father was pleased to perform for her. He enjoyed her pussy juices. For she was already starting to cum. The hot pulsating emotions whirled through her mind as her father's tongue lashed across her clit.
"Eat me," she begged frantically, "yes, daddy, yes. Suck my pussy."
Her father knew how to lick her labia and the neck of her womb. He punctuated his licking action with nibbling. At the same time he clasped her hot thighs. She could tell by the way he was feeling of her just how aroused he was becoming. It was amazing what communication his tongue possessed. One moment he would be driving his tongue with rapid fire movements. The next he would slow down his tongue to another tempo.
"Eat me," she begged him frantically, "yes, daddy, suck me. Suck my pussy."
He was sucking on her clit as if it were a small penis. And now she was getting so excited she knew she couldn't stand it.
"I love it when you nibble my love button," she exclaimed.
Her father's teeth in response bore down lightly on her clit. She gushed. Quickly he pressed his lips over her flowing pussy. Some of her pussy juices were dripping from the corners of his mouth as he sucked her. She observed this and it added a special thrill.
When he finally did withdraw his tongue from her box his face was red and he realized he had another big hard-on.
"You were delicious, Debbie," he told her. "I never had sweeter-tasting pussy."
The young girl gently patted her father's head. She didn't move from her position. For she had enjoyed it so much she wished it could never end.
Finally she unwound her legs from him and lay beside him. As she looked at him she became nervous. For she could see that he had another fantastic hard-on. She wondered how many times he could go off.
"Daddy," she observed, "you've really got an erection down there."
She reached down and gently massaged his balls as she pulled on his penis.
"Why don't you put a pillow down there between my legs," he told her, "and play with my crotch. I'd enjoy it and maybe you'd like the view from down there, too."
He didn't have to tell Debbie twice. She picked up her pillow and got down between his widespread legs. He raised up one leg so she could have a good view of his thighs as well as his ass crack, his balls and his long hard penis. She gently massaged his balls with one hand while she stroked his cock with the other.
"I wish we were the same age," he smiled at her. "You and I could really make out."
"I know, daddy," she told him.
As she pulled on his cock she enjoyed the sight of his ball sac pulling up with every upswing of her hand. She also got a big charge out of looking at the hair on his ass cheeks.
"Why do you enjoy being around my crotch so much?"
"Because you're handsome there, too," she told him. "It's fun to look at you."
It pleased her father that she was having such a good time. How many moments he had thought to himself that the women he was paying to ball with were dull and monotonous. How many times he had wished they were truly fascinated with him as he was with them. Half the time he figured he was fucking a les who didn't give a damn. From the cold-hearted way they went at it, he realized it was not much fun. If they did put some emotion in it always seemed so feigned. But with his young and beautiful daughter with her gorgeous bosoms, he could tell that it wasn't feigned. She was really excited.
"I've got an idea," he told his daughter. "Why don't you apply some oil to those big tits of yours. And then give me a tit massage?"
"Daddy, where do you come up with such ideas," she laughed.
"This massage place I used to go to," he explained. "They had a woman there who was fantastic. She had tits that were super size. She would always massage them with oil and rub the guys' backs with these great boobs. It was really dreamy. You know, nice soft tits and the erect nipples. Then she would alternately suck on the balls and suck on the ass. Of course, she couldn't get to anything but the back of the balls from that angle. But she was something else."
"All right," Debbie agreed, "I'll try it."
She got off the bed and went to the bathroom and got some baby oil. She applied it to her big bosoms. Then she went to work. She let her breasts swing over his back. He loved the gentle brushing of her bosoms across his back. But what he really was waiting for was that magic moment when her fantastic breasts would caress his ass cheeks. He figured that would be the height of erotic delight.
"Yes, baby, yes," he urged her on, "I'm enjoying myself."
She was pleased that he was getting such a big charge out of her doing this for him. She didn't intend to stop for a moment.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "I really love it."
"Caressing his inner thighs, she continued pressing her great bosoms across his bare buttocks. Her father's ass wiggled.
"You're doing it just like she did," he told her, "all the talent of a pro."
The moment her father said "pro," she began wondering if she possessed the skill and the talent that could make her a first-class hooker. She had heard about the book, "The Happy Hooker." And she had given a lot of thought to becoming one herself. She didn't think it would be bad to earn a living grinding her ass. She thought it might be an interesting adventure. At least, for a portion of her life.
"Oh, feel of my balls," her father said, parting his legs.
She reached down and fingered the backside of his hairy, swelling testicles. "That's it," he exclaimed, "keep playing with me.
There was something wonderful and beautiful about the innocent way that Debbie could play with his body. She was like a small child with a new toy. And he was getting a big charge out of taking care of her.
"Ohhh, wow!" he panted as he felt her great bosoms crushing on his buttocks. "Does that ever feel super. My ass-likes it and my balls like it. But what my ass-hole needs is a little licking."
She figured she would give him something to swing about.