Thomas Trent - She shares daddy

But it was a very pleasurable soreness.

Her father helped her up, saying, "Lick my cock clean."

She looked up at him, her lips parted, and she inhaled the smell of her ass and his cock and cum. It turned her on as she took it in her mouth. Contentedly, she sucked and licked the cum-spattered thing. It began swelling in her mouth, another spasm racing its length. A few drops more of cum seeped into her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed. She was almost through cleaning him off when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, Goddamn," Steve piped. "What a fucking time for visitors!"

Cynthia ran into the house behind him, rushing into her room and closing the door. She threw on her robe as voices rose from downstairs. She wandered who her father was talking to. The minutes ticked away. She became more anxious for her father to come tell her what was happening. After about ten minutes, she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs.

He rapped on the door, then entered. She was surprised at the grim look on his face as he sat down next to her.

"Unhhh… we gotta problem," he began.

She looked at him expectantly, wondering what was up.

"It seems that our neighbor behind us saw what we were doing. Here… look at these pictures." He threw them on the bed.

She picked them up, gasping. There were about a dozen clear photos of them doing it all. In a way, they turned her on. One in particular showed her with a dreamy expression on her face, her ass held up and out as her father fucked her asshole good.

"You mean… Mr. Welch took these?" she asked, thinking of her, friend Karen's father.

He nodded. "Yeah, that's him."

She knew she hadn't heard all of it yet. "Well," she began hesitantly. "What does he want?"

"He… he wants you to take care of him, too, Cynthia," he told her.

He was her good friend Karen's father. Karen was a tall, slender young girl with honey blonde hair and golden skin. If there was one thing the girl loved more than anything else, it was playing with her pussy. Her father had the same hair and skin, his hair short and his eyes blue. He was well built, his body muscular and burly. She remembered the way he had looked at her more than once when she'd been at their house. And now she knew why. He had been lusting after her.

She wondered if he and his daughter had anything going. But she thought not, for Karen would probably have told her.

"He's Karen's father," she reflected aloud. "Karen and me have played with each other like you saw me and Jody doing, Dad. Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't." He thought a moment, getting ideas. "Maybe, just maybe we can get something worked out." He thought of Karen's lithe, slender body, her sweet, pretty face. No doubt about it, the young Welch girl definitely had what it takes. Long, tanned legs, and a high, pert little rounded ass. Yeah, he thought. "All right, I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we can get her to play with both of us sometime," he suggested.

Her eyes widened again. But then, she wasn't all that surprised at his words. "You want me to feel her out, huh Dad?" He nodded. "Well, okay. I'll start working on her. But right now," she said, "let's take care of her father."

"You don't have any objections, honey?" Again she thought of his good looks and strong body. "No… I don't think so."

Steve smiled. The thought of watching her with the other man excited him. And he would be getting in on it, too, of course. "Let's go downstairs. He's waiting for us," he said.

Terry Welch knelt as Cynthia approached him. She stopped right in front of him. His hands went around her waist.

"Did your father tell you what I want you to do?" he asked.

"He gave me an idea," she told him. "Now, you just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything."

Terry smiled back at her, his cock already surging in his pants. Steve had been right. She would do anything that was wanted of her. That's what he liked, girls who, were obedient and submissive. He pulled her to him, pressing his face into her warm belly.

She stood there waiting, butterflies forming in her belly. Her body tingled where he touched her.

"Open your robe," he said, leaning back. "I wanna see your body."

Looking him in the eyes, she pulled her robe open. The man gasped. His eyes roved up and down the front of her body. His stare lingered on her pert, budding tits, and her pussy.

Fuck, her body's great, he thought, turning on as he looked at her.

His hands slid around her, grabbing for her ass. He squeezed her firm ass-flesh, spreading her ass-cheeks and then pushing them together.

Moaning, he pulled his face into her belly. His lips began kissing, his tongue lightly tickling her. The warmth of his face and the soft wetness of his mouth against her skin excited her. She could feel the juices filling her cunt, her nipples swelling in arousal. She groaned as his mouth moved to her tits. There, he licked and kissed, pushing his face into them. She arched her back, thrusting her tits out to him.

"Uuhmmmm… oh, yeahhh," she purred, looking over at her dad.

He watched them, the front of his robe open, too. He was jacking off. His cock already reviving from the ass-fuck. As he fondled it, it slowly grew bigger. She watched his balls swinging, imagining herself licking them, as Welch's kisses moved from one nipple to the other. Then she closed her eyes as his mouth slid wetly down to her pussy.

The man breathed deep, the smell of her fuck lust rising into his nostrils. Her soft, downy cunt-hairs tickled his nose. He pressed his lips into them, puffing and biting them softly. She gasped in response, her hands going around his head. She gapped her legs, wanting him to eat her now in hunger, he pushed his mouth between her legs. His tongue snaked out, sliding wetly over her clit. She moaned, pushing her cunt at him. His tongue circled her clit, then rode back and forth over it. Her little fuck-nub surged, hot blood rushing to engorge it. His thumbs spread her cunt-slit. Her clit bulged out obscenely. He began suckling on it softly, while his tongue twirled sensuously.

"Uhhhh… uuhhhmmm," she purred. "Oh, yes, Mr. Welch. Oh, yes, Mr. Welch eat my clit."

"Mmmmm… mmmmm…" he mumbled. He loved the feel of her throbbing clit and the taste of her fuck-juices. When she began undulating against him, he leaned back. "Listen, Cynthia. I want you to put on a show for me, okay? Start dancing. Take off your robe as you go. I want some good views up your cunt. And be sure and give me plenty of shots of your ass and asshole, okay?"

She nodded. Her father was looking at her, too. The way his cock was hard told her he liked the idea. She was going to enjoy herself, she knew.

"Okay, Mr. Welch. You know I'll do whatever you want. But first, why don't you get more comfortable? Here, let me help you get those clothes off!"

He was delighted. His shirt, shoes and socks quickly came off. She began tugging at his pants. He was excited now as she slid them down. His cock sprang into view, almost hitting her in the face. Her soft, warm hands grabbed for it.

"Ohhhhh… oh, God, yes," she smiled.

"This cock's a fat one!"

She stared hungrily at it, while Welch smiled proudly. His hard fuck-tool was about the same length as her father's. But it was much thicker, almost as thick as her wrist! Her pussy tingled, fuck-juices dripping don her thighs hotly. In her mind, she could already feel it fucking her.

"I wanna suck it," she purred.

"Uhhh… go ahead, put it in your mouth!"

Steve watched, his hand moving faster on his prick as his daughter opened her mouth. An animalistic moan came from her throat as she brushed the man's cock with her lips. Her tongue began running down its length, and Steve imagined it was he who was receiving the wet benefits of his daughter's sweet mouth. His cock swelled stiffer as he jacked off to the sight.