Kathy Andrews - Hot sucking daughter

George pumped faster, his driving cock plunging in and out of his daughter's cunt almost furiously now. He was grunting heavily. When Peggy glanced at his face, it was contorted. She pulled at his balls as he pounded back and forth, banging hard against her still climaxing cunt lips.

The harder and faster he fucked her, the more pleasure Peggy felt. She was having a series of intense orgasms that she had never experienced before, and she whimpered loudly. Peggy could hardly, believe she was receiving so much ecstasy. It wasn't possible to feel so much pleasure and still be able to breathe. Peggy felt as if it were not just her cunt in the violent clutch of orgasm, but that her whole body was one enormous orgasm. If her father did not come soon, splash his come juice into her fiery cunt, she would go out of her mind, she thought.

"Hurry, Daddy!" she pleaded. "Oh, please, hurry and come in my cunt! I want it, Daddy! I want your come juice up my pussy!"

George gave a powerful thrust, driving his thick, long cock as deep as possible into her tight, spasming twat, holding himself there. Peggy heard her father grunt loudly, then his cock throbbed. Suddenly she felt his come juice burst from his piss hole. She had felt her brother come inside her pussy, but this was totally different. The volume of her father's come juice filled her so much that it began to drip past the tightness of her clinging cunt lips, running in thick, hot rivers over her ass cheeks, dripping against her asshole. She could feel each spurt of his come juice as though it were solid. Her small body shook violently again, and Peggy came in the most intense orgasm she had ever felt.

She was aware when her father's cock slipped from her cunt, but it seemed as though she were in an erotic dream. She had a soft smile of satisfaction on her young, pretty face. She sighed happily as her father stood there, looking at her. His cock and balls were still out of his pants, glistening with the moisture of her cunt and his come juice. Peggy tenderly touched his cock.

"That was so beautiful, Daddy," she said in a low, soft voice. "I loved it."

Her father looked at her closely, then began to stuff his cock and balls back into his pants. Peggy felt a disappointment as he did this, and she felt her father was concealing his cock from her because he was ashamed of what she had done.

Still sitting on the washing machine, she watched him turn his back and return to his bench. He started working on that piece of wood again. She sat there with her skirt around her waist, legs still parted. She felt his come juice seeping from her cunt, warm on her ass cheeks. Peggy ran her fingers about her sensitive cunt, down over her ass, feeling the slippery come juice with the tips of her fingers.

Why didn't he say something to her? He didn't have to just turn his back to her, did he? Was he ashamed of her, ashamed she was his daughter? Peggy wanted to run to him, hug him and say she was sorry, that she would never do it again. She wanted to tell him she loved him, loved her mother, her brother, but that she felt this terrible, need to be fucked all the time. She wanted to tell him so much, but she couldn't. It would only make him hate her more, she felt.

She slipped from the washing machine, smoothed her skirt over her hips and thighs.

She saw her overnight bag, and tears started in her eyes again.

She didn't want to leave, she wanted to stay with her family.

She stood watching her father.

Her panties were on the washing machine, and she picked them up, looked at them, then threw them onto a pile of old newspapers in a corner.

She took a deep breath, looked at her father one more time. She was just turning away to leave when she saw him look at her over his shoulder.

Peggy couldn't stop herself. She ran to him and hugged him, pressing her body against his back and holding him tightly about the waist. She felt her father tremble in her tight grasp as she hugged him tighter. She pressed her lips into his shin, kissing him.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered into his back. "I love you so much!"

George turned, but she stopped him. She didn't want her father looking with disgust at her. When he stopped trying to turn, Peggy found to her horror that one of her hands was going down his stomach, sliding along the front of his pants. Her mind screamed at her.

Peggy Benson, you're crazy! Stop this! Make your hand stop moving!

But her hand wouldn't listen to the frantic signals from her mind. She grasped her father's cock through his pants, squeezing it. It did not really surprise her to find his cock swelling in her hand.

All right, she told herself. All right, Peggy Benson! You're going away… they hate you anyway… you might as well do what you want. It don't make any difference now. You'll never see your family again… so do what you've been wanting to do.

She opened her father's pants, still pressed against his back. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. Her other hand lifted his shirt from his pants, and she began to kiss at his back, the tip of her tongue licking at his shivering flesh. She began to jack on his cock, feeling it swell and harden in her hot little hand. She squeezed it hard, pumping back and forth, mewling into his back.

George stood there, letting his daughter jack on his prick. Her hand was hot and eager.

Peggy loved the hardness of his cock, the way it throbbed so powerfully in her small, hot hand. She felt the smooth head of his prick, finding that it almost filled her palm. She felt the seeping juices smearing her hand, making her palm itch and burn with desire. She ran her hot lips up and down his back, the tip of her tongue leaving trails of hot moisture on his flesh.

Peggy was very excited, but she also felt the misery of her sadness. Her hand jacked faster on his hot throbbing cock, and she wanted to see it. She loosened her grip around his waist, and with a little pressure, indicated for her father to turn around and face her. When he did, she held his cock and stared at it, thinking it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. It still glistened with some moisture, and even that excited her. She ran her fingertip along it, thinking his cock was a foot long. It wasn't, not really but to her young, hot eyes, it looked very long.

Her hands began to work at his belt, and then she shoved his pants down. Her father stepped out of them, still silent, watching his daughter, letting her do what she wanted with his cock. Peggy unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest. She pressed her hot, moist lips to one of his nipples, then circled it with her tongue. She moved from that nipple to the other, and she listened to her father's heavy, excited breathing. He stood there, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, letting her do what she wanted, feeling her hot, eager little tongue lap at his flesh, searing it.

While Peggy lapped almost delicately at his chest, her two hot little hands were busy. She pumped on his throbbing cock slowly, but firmly. In her other hand, she cradled her father's hairy balls, gently tugging at them. Again her cunt was pulsating in wild hotness.

George lifted himself so that he was sitting on the work bench. His knees were shoved apart by his eager daughter, and he looked down at her. Peggy's face, so pretty and sweet and innocent, now held the expression of a young girl hungry for his hard, throbbing cock. Her eyes appeared to be so hot, he wondered if she could see. Her pouting lips were moist, slightly parted, and she licked them lewdly. She was, breathing heavily with her swelling excitement, her nostrils flaring, her cute titties lifting and falling.

Peggy gazed at her father's cock and balls, her hot hands resting now on his thighs. Her father's cock was so big, so hard, and again she wondered how he had managed to stuff it into her small cunt. His balls were hairy, full, and she saw them move slightly.