J Long: Motel peeper

No! No! No!

This wasn't happening! It wasn't real! This was only fiction. Only perverts would believe something like this. Shit no! People, especially well-hung daddies, didn't go around hanging girls from the rafters in a fetal position… did they?

Once again came the same arresting, voice that stopped her dead in mid – swing.

"Now, Becky, we're going to start all over. And if'n you take one little nip outta my cock – I'll kill you!"

Rebecca nodded.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

"Ooooohhhhh, Jeeeeeeesuuuuussss! Oh God! Becky, if'n you could only see how ugly and vile a man's cock can be! Ooooohhhh, Looorrrddd!"

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

"Ooooohhhhh, Becky! My cock's so fuckin' big! Oh, child, just remember that what I'm 'bout to do is for your own good."

Rebecca felt clammy hands on her crimson cheeks, the ones down below, that is. Then the clammy hands were forcing her mouth into a cocksucking position.

Rebecca moaned. "Ooooooohhhhhh."

Which is about all a potential cocksucker can say when their cheeks, facially speaking, are being squeezed together by hands that feel like clams.

Hiram took one step forward. A little twelve-inch step forward. Which was enough to send all twelve inches of his hot and ready prick deep, deep, deeeeeep into Rebecca's lips, mouth, then throat, in that order.

"Aaaaiiiiieeeeee! Whatta fuckin' dirty mouth! You slut! See! I knew you were only good for fucking a man's prick! You slut! You ain't going to amount to shit!"

Rebecca writhed, tried desperately to turn around of her own accord. Which was a pretty stupid thing to do considering she had no control of where the Hell she could or couldn't go.

Hiram couldn't help it. Couldn't help it that sin was so pleasureful. His cock was in an evil mouth, and he would teach that evil mouth what filthy-minded men did to pretty little girls with a set of fast-moving lips.

Hiram jammed forward, withdrew slowly. Moved in and out, hunched his hips, thrust inwards, withdrew outwards, used his clammy hands to make her head swing back and forth so that her mouth moved back and forth so that his cock went back and forth – ooooohhhhh – so many zillions of times in her cocksucking mouth.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

Hiram hurried. God, such delicious sensations. And with such goodness came repentance, because he knew that he was doing a Goddamn fine job of raising his little girl.

Hiram moved Rebecca faster and faster. Rebecca did not like being moved faster and faster. For one thing, her head felt as if it were going to split. Her mouth felt like it was going to split. And she wanted to spit out her daddy's twelve-inch cock because it was choking her half to death.

"Mmmmmmggcgffffff!"

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

"Ggggggmmmmffffff!"

Creak. Creak. Creak.

"Ffffffgggggmmmmmm!"

Hiram couldn't believe it! Punishing his daughter was so fucking much fun. And that smell – what was that smell?

He sniffed.

No, it wasn't the horse turds that lay so fucking inert on the barn floor. No, it wasn't the stench of any kind of animal shit. But it definitely was animal in nature.

Then Hiram recognized that stench, or smell, as other fuck-book writers would say: stink. It was cunt! Goddamn! It was Rebecca's pussy!

Hiram knew it was cunt because he could still remember what his wife's pussy smelled like even though she had been dead for four years. That's what it smelled like! That was it! His dead wife's cunt.

Hiram shook his head, tried to think logically. But it was hard to think at all because of what was happening to his cock as his daughter kept mmminggggffffing all round it.

Why did all cunts smell like that?

That was what Hiram tried to think about – cunt, and what it smelled like. Which made him pretty fucking normal.

Becky's cunt, probably because it was virgin, didn't have a tangy odor to it. So, in that sense, his daughter's pussy differed greatly from the stench of his dead wife's curd. Becky's pussy smelled slightly oily, slightly tart, slightly – WALNUTS!

That was it!

Hiram was familiar with the smell of walnuts. And Becky's pussy definitely smelled like walnuts instead of seven-year-old dried fish guts, or leftover chuck roast.

Hiram's nose was drawn to the smell of walnuts. And the closer his nose got to Becky's cunt, the more he realized that it was the smell of crushed walnuts instead of fresh walnuts.

Then Hiram's nose was hair-deep in crushed walnuts. He took a good whiff. Then another.

And now Rebecca knew that her father was up to something tricky or evil or just plain fucked up. Because it was the first time he had ever stuck his nose in her pussy. And, since it was also the first time she had ever been punished by being forced to suck her father's prick, Rebecca didn't know what he was going to do with her cunt because she wasn't fourteen yet, an age when most girls know what a guy's nose is up to when it's buried hair-deep in their pussy.

Rebecca didn't know what to do.

She did what she did best.

She said: "Mmmmmgggggffffff."

Hiram also was into something that he did best – eating pussy. God! Had it been only four years ago since he had last tasted dead cunt?

Hiram couldn't help it. His hairy arms were wrapped around his daughter's trussed-up, fetal shape. And he forced her to suck his cock down to his balls as he forced himself to eat out his daughter's live pussy.

Hiram had to force himself to eat pussy because he didn't like the smell of her asshole. Which is the reason why most men would rather have their noses pointing clit-ward instead of near the asshole when they're eating out their wives… or their secretaries… or The Reverend's Sinful Wife.

Then the feeling of coming overwhelmed Hiram. His balls felt congested. They felt as if they had swelled up to the size of grapefruits instead of their usual orangey shapes.

"Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeee! Siiiiiiinnnnnnn!"

Rebecca was dazed. She knew something funny, in an unnatural way, was happening to her father's prick. It was swelling, his prick was growing at the rate of one millimeter per second.

She mmmmmmggggffffffed: "Mmmmmmggggffffff!"

Then she squirmed very violently. Because something awful-tasting was oozing out of her father's prick. And, because she wasn't fourteen yet, an age when most girls appreciate the flavor of a man's semen, she felt like gagging and retching.

"Gag! Gag! Gag! Mmmmmmmmffffffgggggggg!"

Hiram was fucking like crazy. Fucking like a man who was fucking his daughter's mouth. Which, in reality, he was, of course. But isn't it a thrill to read about a man fucking his daughter's mouth while she's trussed up in an upside-down fetal position?

Hiram came.

His cock came, too.

"I'm coooommmmiiiinnnngggg! Oh blessed siiiinnnnnn!"

Now Rebecca was really gagging. Semen tasted so awful. Cum tasted so foul. Jism was just no thrill – yet, of course.

Then Hiram really thrust hard, buried his twelve-inch cock full depth into this daughter's raped mouth. His balls were pressing against the blindfold. And her nose was full of cock-hair.

Now, Rebecca knew the full meaning of evil. It was her first taste of sin, and obdurate perversion and disgusting degradation.

But, since she was a natural-born cocksucker, like most girls, she soon acquired a taste for jizz, acquired an appreciation far having her nostrils stuffed with licey pubic hair.

Hiram's jism was making a God-awful mess of Rebecca's mouth. And he wanted to look down and see how much cum had come out of his balls, how much jizz he had emptied into Rebecca's sinful mouth. But he was too busy, too full of cunt-hunger to bother.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

"Mmmmmmggggggffffff!"

Writhe. Writhe. Writhe.