Chapter 5

Luke stared down at his blonde daughter as she knelt before him, moving her radiant face closer to his prick.

He knew that he should stop her. Jerking off on her had been wicked enough, without having contact. Yet she had already tasted his jism. Would it really be much worse if she tasted his cock-meat, too?

She gazed up, grinning with glee. Her sensual lips were all slimy with his cum, and her tongue was dancing about as if she were showing him now nimble it was, getting it limbered up for the job ahead.

"Can I blow you, Daddy?" she whispered.

Amazingly, she managed to make it sound like any normal, everyday question.

Luke refused to give her permission.

But he couldn't say no, either.

Her tantalizing mouth was taboo - yet he yearned for it all the more because it was forbidden, the dark thrill of proscribed passion making him shudder.

Linda tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

The little cock-tease knew what she was doing to her daddy's emotions as she taunted him, flicking her lapper about, weaving it wantonly before his prick.

"Hmmmmm, Daddy? Can I suck your big cock? I wanna. I'm hot for your prick, Daddy. I wanna swallow a load of cum out of your balls."

Luke gurgled wordlessly and his stiff prick began to vibrate like a tuning fork.

"Let me milk your meat, Daddy," she whispered.

She was so close that her breath was wafting onto his hard-on. She ducked in and tapped the tip of her tongue against his prick-knob.

Then she drew back after that single lick and looked up at him again.

All of his willpower had wilted.

"Oh, baby - yeah! Suck me off!" he groaned.

Linda grinned. But the girl wasn't surprised, having never for a moment expected him to decline.

Luke stared at bis cute daughter through glazed eyes, a sense of unreality coming over him. The water tumbling down in the background turned the cave misty. Beads of water bounced from the rocky floor as if foreshadowing the blobs of cum lurking in his balls, ready to cascade. The mist clung to the girl like an aura, a halo around her head.

He pulsed his prick sinew, making that meaty tower jolt and throb before her face. He watched Linda as she held her gaze glued to his cock.

Her face tipped and tilted, damp blonde hair tumbling over her cheeks as she followed the pulsing of his cock as if hypnotized by the movement. Her lapper fluttered from her lips. She was eager for a taste, but knowing that she was sure to get it now, she was in no hurry to begin.

The cock-hungry teenager was cherishing the anticipation before the act, satisfying her horny eyes before she set her hungry mouth to work.

She exhaled on his cock-meat with a sigh.

She blew again, her breath damp as it poured from her drooling mouth and wafted on his hot prick.

She reached out with one hand and fondled his hairy balls, cupping and tenderly squeezing, as if measuring the cum-load that was shifting within.

Her fingertips tracked up the underside of his thick, bloated cock-lance, drawing along the dark vein and then flicking at the sensitive spot where his massive cock-head loomed out from the tall shaft.

She rubbed her thumb against the base of his prick-knob, where the big ventral vein spread out under the flushed purple wedge.

Her other hand dipped beneath his crotch and slid up behind his ass. She probed a fingertip into his asshole, pulling his groin closer to her face.

It was evident to Luke that his was not the first prick with which his daughter had played. He felt a bizarre sense of jealousy as he realized that, a strange possessiveness that went far beyond fatherly instincts.

Pre-cum slimed from his piss-hole. She used the end of her thumb to work the greasy seepage like lather into the purple cock-knob. She fingered his shit-hole and fondled the head of his cock, making him gasp and pant.

"Linda - Linda, baby!" he croaked.

"Yes, Daddy," she sighed, so close to his prick that he felt her words, as if her intentions were inscribed on his cock-meat like Braille.

Her slim back bridged and her tits thrust out, saucy and jiggly, the nipples swollen like pink gumdrops. She rubbed her tits back and forth, sweeping them against his cock and balls.

Then she nudged his prick into her cleavage.

Luke heaved his ass and drove his big prick up and down in her tit-cleft. Her cleavage was slick and damp and warm. He knew that he could shoot off by fucking her between her tits.

And he had some vague idea that he should, cumming before she began to blow him, keeping their naughtiness minimal. But he was yearning for her lips, and the girl was slobbering for a mouthful of cock. How could he, despite his best intentions, deny her what she longed for?

He frigged slowly, avoiding the steady cum-strokes, tit-fucking for foreplay rather than a creamy conclusion.

His balls dragged up her slender tummy as his cock-head came squeezing from her cleft and skimmed on up the ridge of her breastbone, into the hollow of her delicate throat. He was spilling out cock-lube in his wake as his huge fucker emerged from her tit-cleft.

Her hands drew back from his ass and balls and she cupped her tits together, lifting the globes and deepening the cleavage. Ass jolting, he plunged upward. She had formed a snug channel of her tit-tunnel, holding the mounds and wiping her thumbs back and forth on the stiff nipples.

His pre-cum was soaking her skin like hot, scented oil, making her glisten with his loin lotion, turning her flesh slick with the balm of his balls.

Her head turned down and her eyes crossed as she stared at his cock-head, watching it emerge from her tit-cleft. Her nose brushed against the slimy tip of his cock and she purred as she breathed in the tantalizing fragrance of hot cock-meat and sizzling pre-cum.

Luke humped more vigorously, his jaw tightening, his face contorted by a grimace of fuck-lust. A huge blob of cock-lube oozed from his piss-hole, warm on her tit-meat.

For an awful moment, Linda thought that was it - that her father had shot his wad.

But his prick stayed hard as iron and his balls were still heavy and solid, and she realized it had only been more cock-lube.

Still, it had alarmed her.

It felt lovely to have any guy fucking his cock between her tits, and most especially her daddy. But although the little minx was enjoying it, she didn't want him to unload his cum like that. He had already spent one sweet load on the outside of her body, and she was determined that his next creamy squirt would be more intimate.

As still more spunky seepage spilled from his cock-cleft, Linda drew back. His steel-stiff prick came out of her cleavage with a sudden lurch, snapping vibrantly up, the prick-knob slapping against his lean stomach.

Standing on its own now, his cock was flowing like a swampy fountain, flooding over as if it were emulating the waterfall at the mouth of the cave.

Jerking his head and shoulders back against the stone wall, Luke jacked his pistoning prick up and down as his torso arched back. His massive fucker was glowing and steaming, pounding like a piledriver.

The preliminaries were over.

It was time for his daughter to dine . . .