J Watson: Hot bed daughter

She kept sucking as long as it was inside her mouth, but she finally felt him pulling out.

"I'm so hot, Daddy," she whispered. "I don't think I've ever felt so hot before."

She didn't know what her father could do for her in his limp condition. But her father had known all along what he was going to do. He made her roll onto her back and started licking her turgid nipples. Just his licking alone was almost enough to make her come. But then she felt his mouth sucking hard at her titty flesh. It made her shiver with delight. She put her hands on the back of his head and held his face against them.

"You make me so hot all over," she moaned.

She felt her father's tongue moving down her body. She spread her legs as his face went between her thighs. She could feel his scratchy beard against her thighs but she didn't mind that, especially when she felt his tongue slipping into the tender lips of her cunt.

"I like that," she moaned. "Oh yes, eat me, Ron. Eat my pussy up. That feels so good! Eat me!"

His tongue started thrusting rapidly in and out of her cunt. She licked her lips and could still taste his cum. That excited her even more.

"Stick your tongue in deep, Daddy," she moaned. "Stick your tongue in deep!"

He started thrusting his tongue even deeper into her moist pussy. She felt his hands sliding underneath her. He lifted her up and it felt just like his tongue was fucking her. Maybe his tongue wasn't as thick as his cock, but it sure seemed like it was hitting all the right places.

She felt him suddenly taking her clitty between her lips and starting to suck on it. She could feel flashes of fire from her head to her toes. She spread her legs open a little wider. She put her hands in his hair and held onto him tightly. She could feel his tongue entering even deeper into her boiling cunt.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "You don't know what you're doing to me. It's making me feel so good!"

Hers wasn't the first pussy her father had ever eaten. He knew exactly how to handle it. She could feel him release her clitty and start to thrust his tongue in and out of her again. He seemed to be touching every part of her cunt with his tongue.

His hands spread her asscheeks apart and she fell his finger searching for her asshole. She shivered as one of his fingers stabbed up into her asshole. He stabbed his finger in as deep as he could and then started working it in and out as he fucked her.

"Oh God, you're really making me crazy," she moaned. "You're really making me fucking crazy! Oh, it feels so good. It feels so fucking good. Do it to me, Daddy! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!"

Her pussy juices started to flood his mouth, but he didn't seem to mind. He only pushed his tongue in deeper and she could hear him making swallowing sounds. He kept sucking her pussy until the last sweet spasm had rocked her body. Finally she could feel her body relax as he licked tip the last of her pussy juices.

She couldn't help but wonder why everyone said this was so wrong when it felt so good!

"Hey, Linda," John Williams yelled. Linda stopped in the hallway long enough for her boyfriend to catch up with her. She liked having people see them together in school. John was so tall and handsome, and his dark hair was a vivid contrast to her golden curls. She knew it made them look good together.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I thought you might want to grab a hamburger this afternoon before you go home," he said.

"I thought you had football practice," she said.

"Coach called it off. He thinks we're good enough already."

He laughed and Linda knew it was because their team wasn't doing all that well. John was great, but some of the others were not that talented.

"How about it?" John asked.

"I can't," Linda answered, shrugging her shoulders. "You know, I almost failed that math exam last week. I've got to talk to one of the math teachers about it."

"Yeah," John said. "And you know what they'll say. It's a good bet that you'll have to resign from the cheerleading squad if you don't bring your grades up. It's the same shit every time."

"I know," Linda said. "But you know the rules. You have to talk to the department if your grades start to fall below average. It's just that math gives me so much trouble."

"Maybe they'll suggest a tutor or something like that?"

"Maybe," Linda answered.

John gave her a kiss on the cheek and then hurried to join some of his football buddies. It was hard to believe how much she'd changed in the past few weeks. Her father had only fucked her twice, and they'd had no more opportunities to get together. Her mother seemed to always be around.

But every time she looked at him, she could feel the fires burning in her belly. It was getting really bad. She had found herself looking at the boys in school, especially John. If John knew how horny she was, he'd probably drag her into the boiler room or something. Perhaps it was a good thing he didn't.

Linda knocked on the door of the small room that was the math department office. A male voice told her to come in. She opened the door and went inside. She had been hoping to find her teacher, but instead she saw that it was Mr. Wilson.

She blushed when she remembered Mr. Wilson's wife. His beautiful redheaded wife had been getting fucked by her father. She wondered if he had any idea. She decided he didn't. He wasn't the type of man who would suspect his wife of anything like that.

"You're Linda Thompson," he said.

"Yes," she answered, surprised that she knew her. "I was hoping to find Mr. Parish."

"He's already gone home for the day," Mr. Wilson said. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I guess not," she said. "I just stopped by to talk about my grades."

"Oh yes," Mr. Wilson said. "You're the young lady on the cheerleading squad who flunked the last test in math."

"Yes," she said.

"We have been talking about that," he said. "You know, your doing badly puts us between a rock and the hard place. You're an exceptional young woman, Linda. You do well in everything else. But the problem is that we can't make exceptions."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to suggest that you drop the cheerleading, and the other clubs YOU belong to, at least until your grades in math get high again."

She looked at him in horror. John had laughingly suggested that they might make her quit cheerleading. She had even thought they might suggest that she miss a game. But to drop it completely. And to drop the rest of her clubs. Her high school was a very social place. And most of the kids were snobbish. Linda had even been guilty of snubbing people who didn't belong to the clubs.

She knew what kinds of things would be said about her if she dropped everything.

She wasn't even sure about John. He dated only the prettiest and most popular girls in school. He might not be interested in her if she wasn't so popular anymore.

"I don't understand," she said. "You can't kick me out just because I failed one test."

"Certainly we can," Mr. Wilson said. She still didn't understand. There was something cruel in Mr. Wilson's face. It was as if he were actually enjoying telling her this. She had never done anything to him.

"But other girls have done poorly on tests and they haven't been kicked off the squads. Maybe I could just miss a couple of games or something."

"Yours is a very special case," he said, almost smiling. "We're going to have to make an example out of you."

Perhaps it was just because she was young, but this seemed like the worst thing that had ever happened to her. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't stop a few tears from staining her cheeks.

"Please, Mr. Wilson," she said. "Don't do this. I can stay after school. I'll study harder. Please just give me another chance."