Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

Having been reassured, I again took loving notice of my father's straining prick. I gently removed myself from his lap and knelt before him on the cool concrete of the patio. His eyebrows arched, conveying to me that what I was about to do was unnecessary. Then it was my turn to reassure him with what I hoped was my best smile. Relaxing, he slumped forward in the chair, bringing his magnificent manhood within inches of my watering mouth. Using the tip of my tongue, I found the single, blind eye, and scooped out the thick, clear fluid that had, once again, appeared. I took a moment to savor the taste, rolling it around in my mouth until it mixed thoroughly with my saliva. Indeed, it was a wonderful taste that only whetted my appetite for the more plentiful volumes that waited inside.

Because of my overwhelming need, I abandoned my original plan of slowly milking the pleasure out of him. Instead, I attacked his cock like a hungry baby. I opened my mouth and drove the head deep into my throat. The quick intake of my father's breath was just the reward and encouragement I needed. With a sucking mouth and playfully flicking tongue, I commenced to furiously bob my head up and down. It couldn't have lasted more than a minute. I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders, and his hips rise from the seat, meeting my downward action with his own urgency for relief. And when his climax came, it was a truly awesome experience. His organ, swelled to what seemed like twice its size, his hips bucked out of control, and his soft groans changed to a long, drawn-out growl. Then his wonderful prick started to spasm and spurt his life-giving cream with incredible force against the back of my throat. For a moment, I thought that I was going to drown in an endless supply of his love sauce. My pride in not losing a drop was a close second to the pleasure I knew that I had brought him. Momentarily exhausted, I laid my head upon his thigh, and enjoyed the sensation of his spent prick growing soft in my mouth.

We rested, but only for a few minutes. My knees were beginning to become sore from my position on the concrete, so I reluctantly allowed his deflated cock to slip from my mouth. I was about to climb back upon my daddy's lap when, instead, he stood up, gently grabbed me under the arms, and lifted me onto the table.

"Now it's my turn to give you a present, Lana," he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Oh, Daddy, you already have. I can still feel it warm in my belly," I replied, licking my lips for emphasis.

"I think today, my little girl, we have an endless supply of presents for each other," Daddy corrected.

"I love you so much," was all I could say as tears burst forth from my eyes.

With that, he leaned forward in the chair and began kissing away those joyful tears. When he finished drying my cheeks with his lips, his mouth found mine and we lingered for minutes in the most tender, soulful kiss of my life. Our tongues swirled softly through each other's mouth, exploring the humid depths.

While locked in this most sublime of kisses, I felt him gently spread apart my thighs, and begin stroking my hairless legs. Each deft stroke brought him inches closer to my hot, liquid center. When his fingers finally trailed across my meaty nether lips, the shock of his touch lifted me off the table. He then broke the kiss with a chuckle, and shifted his gaze to the place where he had gotten such a startling response. For a long moment, he just looked. It almost felt as if he were touching me with his eyes. I could sense the juices pouring out of me.

With care, he pushed me down on the table, rode his chair closer, and rested the back of my thighs on his shoulders. I could see him drawing my smell into his nostrils. I wanted to push my cunt right into his handsome face. That was how bad I needed his touch. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long.

Using his thumbs, he pushed my lips apart and brought his mouth forward, tasting my sex for the first time. He was so caring, not allowing a single nerve ending to go without attention. Beginning with nibbling kisses, then continuing with broad strokes of his tongue, Daddy brought me right to the gates of erotic heaven. From my asshole to the hood of my clit, his lips and tongue traveled. First those nibbling kisses, then long, broad strokes of his tongue, until finally, the insistent flicking of the hardened point of his tongue against my erect little nub of pleasure propelled me, once more, toward the chaotic orgasm.

Waking from that onslaught of delight, I realized that I was, again, at the threshold of coming. I could feel fingers slowly pumping in both my asshole and cunt.

"Oh, baby, you're still a virgin. It makes me so happy. But I don't want to hurt you," Daddy said, the sadness registering in his voice.

"Daddy, I saved it for you. I've waited for this moment for so very long," I argued, feeling the pleasure his thick fingers were giving me begin to wave at the possibility my dream would not be fulfilled.

"Are you sure, Lana?" he asked, the sadness being replaced by anticipation.

"Yes. Oh, please. I've never been so sure or wanted something so much," I pleaded.

"Okay, my daughter, I know I want you as bad as you seem to want me. Now, lie back and enjoy. When I'm finished, I think you'll be truly ready," he instructed.

After hearing his glorious commitment, my body came alive again to what he was doing between my legs. My asshole was being stretched by what I was sure was his thumb. There was no pain, just a meaty fullness, that along with the fingers driving into my virgin cunt, filled me with delight. The final straw of his mouth sucking on my clit, with his tongue prodding the most-sensitive top brought me again to the edge. Soon my body was exploding anew, ripped apart by those undescribable sensations of my womanhood. My last fleeting thought, before entering the peaceful afterglow, was that the best was still to come.

After recovering from what must have been my third ravaging orgasm of the morning, I took a look at my daddy's cock, and realized I was ready for more. If anything, it appeared even larger than when I had drained it earlier. With his eyes half-closed, he gently stroked his marvelous tool in what I imagined was anticipation. It was enough to start my juices flowing all over again.

Reluctantly shaking my gaze from my father, I surveyed the backyard, remembering that we were not alone. The sun was incredibly strong, and I needed to shade my eyes from the overhead glare. Dimly, at first, I picked up the form of my brother lying quietly on his back with his cock flaccid in repose. His hands were folded over his face and, at first, I thought he was sleeping. It was only when I saw his chest convulsively heave that I realized he was crying. My thoughts at that moment were terribly confused.

Somehow, I could feel the pain he was experiencing, but it was vague and the reason behind it was lost in my own feelings of contentment. This was not the time, I knew, to soothe his injured psyche.

Separated by three feet of lawn from my brother was Mai. She was in the same position that she was in the last time I noticed her. She was still on her knees, with her head on the ground, and the three fingers of her right hand were still buried in her cunt. The only difference was the complete lack of movement. No matter what Lonnie's emotions were, it was evident that he did all right by Mai. With both of them in the after-throes of their lust, Daddy and I were alone.

Gingerly, I got up off the table and, with my father's help, reseated myself on his lap. This time I sat facing him, with my legs dangling down to the outside of his own. I could feel my puffy cunt lips resting on his balls. Although my position was reversed from the way I sat before, his erect prick still looked like it was growing from my crotch. It gave me a feeling of closeness that I knew could only be surpassed by his entry into the depths of my body.