Chapter 6
Linda tossed her head, hair cascading, eyes narrowed to sensual slits, lips parted and drooling. Her fantasies were about to become a mouth-watering reality. She ducked her head in and began working on his hairy balls, wanting to savor this blow-job one step at a time, making a three-course meal out of the munching.
The creamy steaming pudding of the dessert would be the best part of this feast, but she was going to savor the meat along the way.
She laved and slurped all over the swollen bags of his balls, drooling and slobbering heavily, purring happily as the gamy succulence of his balls made her sensitive lapper spark and tingle.
Her head turned, damp blonde tresses drifting in a curtain over his groin as she nuzzled and salivated over the first stage of this scrumptious snack. Linda was warming up to a feeding frenzy.
Luke stroked her gracefully arched neck and her smooth cheeks, then rested his hands on her supple shoulders, as if supporting himself with his legs shaking too much to hold him up on their own.
Savoring the masculine flavor, the girl lapped at his ball-sac from all angles. She drew back for a moment to look at what she was licking, kneeling before his huge cock-lance as if in worship before an icon.
Then she dove on his balls and drooled over them some more. She could feel the jism sloshing around inside the hairy bags.
"Is this nice, Daddy?" she mumbled, mouthing the words right onto his balls. Her head tilted and she looked up at his face, delighted at how it was twisted by passion. "Does it feel good, Daddy?"
There was no need for Luke to reply.
The answer was evident, the question rhetorical.
He was panting too hard to speak, anyhow.
He kneaded her neck and shoulders and thrust his groin out into her loving face.
His balls were so soaking with her drool by this time that it felt like they had sprung a leak - as if his fuck-juice had seeped out through the skin.
But that was only a fancy. His daughter was going to drink from his balls, to be sure, but not directly. The stuff would come via his meaty prick.
Her appetite was whetted well now, and it was time to move on to the next course. She flipped her tongue out, curling it at the base of his thick cock-stalk, then began to run it up and down, tracing along the ridge of his pulsing ventral vein.
Her head went up and down and she slurped from the root of his cock to the bulging purple cock-head, repeating the moist strokes with a slow rhythm. Her spit wet his prick and dribbled down to his balls.
Pre-cum drenched his cock-head heavily now. That huge knob looked like a fat purple plum that had been slathered with whipped cream. Gooey trickles of the stuff ran slowly down his cock-shaft, sluggish and thick and slimy. Linda lapped it up with her tongue.
She pulled away again, letting the delicious flavor of her sire's spunk register on her taste buds.
Very much aware that her daddy was staring down at her in a sort of awe, the saucy little vixen pushed her tongue out so that he could see the film of his cock-lube clinging to the pink meat. Then she tossed her head back and swallowed - with her mouth open.
Luke groaned and shuddered, as aroused by the dark psychological thrill of seeing his sweet little girl gulping down his jizz as he was by the sensations that her tongue was passing into his prick.
Linda was gasping. That frothy seepage was more yummy than when she had licked it from her hands, and she knew it would be even more delectable when he crested and she was drinking it directly from his prick.
Her flattened tongue pulled up the glistening underside of his cock-shaft, gathering up more pre-cum as it came streaming down. The flow was getting thicker, oozing like mercury down his cock.
Again, she leaned back and looked. A fat blob of pre-cum slid down, leaving a slimy trail - like the head of a comet preceding its tail. Her tongue danced out and she slurped it up. The heavy glob lay on her lapper like a raw oyster, then slid on down her throat.
She fluttered her tongue against the base of his bulging cock-head, where the dark vein spread out. His prick throbbed savagely as she stimulated that sensitive spot.
Then Linda turned her face down over his cock and ran her lapper against the tip, slurping up some goo as it gushed from his piss-hole.
Luke humped, shoving his cock-head against her pursed lips, eager to fuck her mouth.
But Linda was relishing the preliminaries, not ready to get down to the serious cock-sucking that would bring the fun to an end.
As his prick jerked up and down, the girl dipped down to his balls again. Laying her lapper against those bloated bags, she waited as more pre-cum poured down his cock-stalk, then she slurped it up. Her pretty, radiant face tilted and she fitted her mouth against the base of his cock. She began to move her head up and down as before, but using her parted lips instead of her lapper now.
She slid up and down, playing his meaty prick-shaft as if it were a harmonica. She hummed on the fat tube and it jerked and vibrated in response - a meaty musical instrument sounding a carnal chord.
"Ahhhhh - ooooh!" she whimpered as she pulled her lips up and down on his prick, kissing his balls at the base and his cock-knob at the top.
She was being careful not to fall into the steady pace that would bring him off, though, as she played up and down the fleshy flute.
Linda had had guys cream off prematurely as she ran her mouth up and down their cocks, and she didn't want that to happen with daddy's next cum-load.
Her mouth and throat were reserved for that, and she was gauging his rising excitement cautiously, running her lips up faster, then slowly, so that she didn't slurp with the cum-stroke tempo.
Luke moaned and humped, driving his big fucker up and down through his daughter's sweet lips, his balls swinging up to slap against her cheek.
Luke's eyeballs felt damned near as horny as his prick as he watched his daughter play his prick. His mind was as hot as his meat.
His iron-hard cock began to jolt and surge violently, and Linda pulled back in alarm, afraid that she had gone too far.
But the cock-spume wasn't squirting out. Only more pre-cum came washing down his saliva-soaked cock, and she gave a happy sigh.
"Ready to cum, Daddy?" she whispered.
His lips moved, but only a strangled gurgle came out. He swayed, dizzy with desire. He clenched his jaw and his hands tightened on her shoulders.
The man felt as if he had been rooted to the rocky floor by the rock pillar of his prick, moored by his own hard-on.
"Hmmmmm?" she purred, batting her eyelashes impishly. "Wanna cream off now?"
"Yeah, baby - milk my cock!" he rasped.
She shuddered at the prospect, imagining all that sweet spunk showering her mouth and bathing her tongue and washing down her gullet, cock-meat was delicious, but it was even more tantalizing when it was spurting at the crest, feeding her her well-deserved reward.
"I wanna swallow your cum, Daddy!" she whimpered.
And then the spunk-starved teenager began to suck toward that creamy conclusion . . .