Chapter 8
Barbara went straight to her parents' bedroom to get the rubber prick out of her mother's drawer-and stifled a little gasp when she found her father sprawled out on the bed, sound asleep and stark naked.
She stood just inside the door, looking at him.
More specifically, she was looking at his gigantic cock and balls. His prick was only semi-stiff now, following all the fucking he had thrown into Veronica, but it was still a rather spectacular sight.
Her daddy was hung even heavier than Jason, Barbara could see.
She moved slowly toward the bed, her gaze glued to her father's cock. She checked to make sure that he was really asleep, then bent over his loins, feasting her greedy gaze on his mouthwatering prick.
She remembered her mother saying she had been cunt-fucked and ass-fucked, and George's cock was still creamy from that action. A tasty-looking cock at any time, it looked even more delicious now that it had been sunk up her mother's fuck-hole and shit chute and gotten all juiced up.
Barbara yearned to lick her daddy's cock.
But did she dare? She was troubled about doing such a naughty thing at all, but she was especially worried that the man might wake up to find his little girl sucking his cock.
Would he be angry? Or would he just close his eyes again and pretend to still be asleep?
She squirmed, panting softly at the prospect. If she were to suck his prick very, very gently, could she milk him off without waking him up?
Could she give her father a wonderful wet dream in her mouth?
She knelt on the bed, careful not to disturb him. She leaned closer to his crotch, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the tantalizing aroma of wet cockmeat. His prick was musky and gamy, and that scent was embellished by the starchy fragrance of congealing cum and the more delicate perfume of her mother's pussy and ass.
Her mom had licked Barbara's cunt juice off Jason's cock, and now Barbara wanted to treat herself to a similar sort of thrill on George's big prick.
If she could manage to make him cum, so much the better-but she had to have a taste of his cock, regardless.
She licked his hairy balls and sighed. She looked up at his face warily, then tongued his balls again.
George showed no sign of awakening, but as his daughter lapped his balls, his cock began to rise and swell.
Barbara ran her flattened tongue up his cockshaft, slurping up the cum and cunt juice greedily, enjoying a faint flavor of ass-hole, as well.
Her lips fluted up and down on the underside of his cockshaft. The thick vein pulsed in her mouth. His prick began to hammer and boom as it hardened massively, driving the naughty teenager wild. She was licking her daddy's prick! The thrill of it was almost unbearable.
A fat blob of pre-cum squeezed out of his piss hole and ran like lava down his cock-rod. Barbara whimpered, watching it slide down. Then she licked it up, savoring her father's fuck-juice on her tongue.
George began to moan, and he stirred restlessly. But he was still sleeping.
Barbara guessed that he had started to enjoy a pleasant and erotic dream-and she became more eager than ever to have that wet dream culminate in her hungry mouth. That blob of pre-cum had whetted Barbara's appetite, and she was determined to drink the full cum-load out of his huge balls.
She sucked his big cock head into her lips and nursed on it wantonly. Her daddy's cockmeat was really scrumptious, all slathered with her mom's cunt cream. And his prick was swelling more every moment as she softly sucked.
She wrapped her hand around his cock-rod and skimmed lightly up and down, frigging him in her mouth. As her fist pumped down, his cock-knob flared in her lips. She turned her head from side to side, winding the collar of her lips around on the pivot of his prick.
Her tongue bathed the underside of his cock head as her mouth pulled on the slab. More pre-cum oozed out, dribbling onto her lapper and streaking her lips.
She bobbed down and took his cock head into her cheek, then deeper into her throat. She was jerking his prick with her hand as her head moved up and down, and her lips bumped against her fist in the middle of his cockshaft.
Cum, Daddy-shoot off in your little girl's mouth, she silently urged the man.
She was desperate to drink a dose of the same cum that had made her, to drain the cock out of which she had come.
George began to hump upward into her mouth, and she figured that his dream was about to climax.
She peeled her lips open around his cock head, waiting for his cum to squirt out, and pumping up and down on his prick to hasten the process.
But then George woke up.
He smiled, loving to be awakened by the hot, wet workings of a sucking mouth on his cock and not at all inclined to interrupt the wonderful sensations.
His eyes were still closed.
Naturally, George assumed that it was his lovely wife who was sucking with such enthusiasm on his prick.
"Yeah, honey-milk me off," he murmured.
Barbara's eyes widened in alarm. Without taking her mouth off his cock, she looked up at his face, not knowing what to expect. She was terrified-yet the last thing on earth that she wanted to do was stop sucking.
She saw that his eyes were still closed.
Oh, wow! Daddy must think I'm Mom, she realized.
But for how long could she carry on the deception? Would he look at her before he shot his wad? If so, would he abort the blow-job. The sexy little cock-sucker was so hungry for cum now that she was more worried that her father might not feed her than she was about being identified.
Her imagination worked quickly, and a happy solution to her problem occurred to her. If she were to turn around and sit on his face in the sixty-nining position, he would still believe she was her mother, even if he did open his eyes. She doubted that he would distinguish any difference in the flavor of her cunt from that of her mother-especially since Barbara, too, had a pussy full of cum.
And that solution had the added benefit of getting her cunt sucked as she milked his cockmeat.
It wasn't a final solution, she realized, because after he creamed in her mouth she would still have to confront the problem of dismounting and escaping from the room without revealing who she was.
But she would cross that bridge when she came to it. The only bridge that mattered at the fevered moment was that fat span of his prick, bridging the gap between his cum-bloated balls and her ravenous mouth. If he did find out who she was, after, at least she would have been fed and could face the consequences on a full belly.
Keeping her mouth on his cock head, she began to rotate around it like a compass. She threw one knee across the settled her cunt down onto his upturned face.
"Ummm-nice-" he sighed.
He began to snake his tongue up into her foaming fuck-hole as his lips sucked steadily on the unfurled cunt slot.
Barbara squealed with joy when she felt her handsome daddy lapping on her drenched pussy.
"God-your cunt is delicious today," he murmured, thrilling Barbara by the compliment-and satisfying her that he still believed she was her mother.
She wriggled and squirmed, squatting on his face and sucking voraciously on his stiff prick.
"Cum-cum-cum in my mouth, Da-" She broke off sharply, about to call him Daddy. "Darling," she finished, knowing that with a mouthful of cockmeat her words would be muffled and not give her identity away.
His loins heaved up, driving his big fucker steadily into her drooling mouth. Her ass jerked up as her head bobbed down, and she rode him like a rocking horse.
The thrill of incest, added to the sensations of their inverted coupling, brought Barbara soaring to the heights. Her cunt began to juice her father's mouth, and he drank delightedly out of his daughter's honey-pot of a pussy.
His enormous prick bucked violently.
Suddenly Barbara's mouth was full of fuck-juice.
Great creamy spurts of jizz hit the girl's tongue and hosed her cheeks and jetted down her gullet. She gulped her daddy's delicious cock cream down wantonly. She plunged her head down and took his cock in like a sword swallower, taking a shot of cum down her throat, then pulled back up to his cock-knob and let the next spurt cream her flashing tongue.
How the naughty teenager loved drinking cum out of her daddy's cock! His jism was hotter and thicker than Jason's, richer and even more delicious. Barbara sucked on his cock head, drawing load after load of cum out of his balls and up through the core of his meaty prick and into her greedy mouth.
Each time she swallowed another load, her cunt creamed in his mouth again. His cock head throbbed and flared, and her clit echoed the spasmodic action. Barbara was really juicing off spectacularly. She felt as if she were feeding her father as much cum as he was feeding her.
The action peaked wildly, then began to ebb.
Barbara sucked a last spurt of jism from his cock head and frigged off a few more drops by hand, letting the slime from his piss hole drip onto her lapper.
Her ass jolted about as she worked off the last of her own creamy climax on his face.
Then they lay in that inverted embrace, panting in the aftermath of their simultaneous cumming-and Barbara still had a problem.
She didn't dare dismount from his face and let him know who he had been sucking with. Yet she couldn't very well just stay in the sixty-nining position forever. For one thing, her mother might come home at any time.
She began sucking on his cock again, figuring she could put off the inevitable for a while, as long as she kept his prick hard and horny.
But after he shot again, then what?
Barbara was in a quandary.
And then things got more complicated.
"Slide on down and sit on my cock, darling," her daddy suggested.
George was hot to fuck his wife, still not aware it was his little girl sitting on his face...