Jason Cannon: Hot for daddy

The warm, numbing haze of coming gripped him as her hot, damp mouth enveloped his dick. He bent over her, kissing the satiny skin on her smooth back and feeling her firm tits with both hands.

"God, that's good!" he gasped. "But I need to come in your pussy!"

She raised her head, cupping the head of his cock in her hand and fondling it as she looked up at him. Her chin was damp and shiny with saliva that had run from the corners of her mouth. "Can't, can't let you do that, but you can come in my mouth… come in my mouth, and I'll swallow it."

"You don't mind?"

She smiled, shaking her head. "That's what I want. I want you to come in my mouth so I can drink it."

The sight of her beautiful face looking up at him and the feel of her hands on his cock and balls made the passions within him swell, hot and fiery. He pushed her head down toward his cock again. The sensations roared through him, making his breath come in quick gasps and making his muscles tremble as he felt her warm breath of his throbbing prick. Then her lips were round it again and his cock was gliding into her hot, damp mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down as she fucked herself in the mouth and throat with his cock, sucking at it and rolling her tongue lovingly around it. She pushed her hand deep between his legs, touching the edge of his asshole with her fingertips, then dragging her hand back up to cup his aching balls.

Ted tried to relax in the seat, looking down at her head bobbing up and down as he fondled and kneaded her breasts. She edged his trousers farther down and dragged the tips of her fingers back and forth along his thighs, making the muscles quiver in response to her caresses.

The cum began gathering inside him, gradually forming into a pressure which ached to escape.

Her head moved up and down with a gradually increasing pace, and the saliva running from her mouth trickled down his cock, dampening the hair around the base of it. Damp, moist sucking sounds escaped from her throat, and she whimpered softly as she greedily bobbed up and down on the massive shaft.

Then, suddenly, the pressure of the cum in his balls was overwhelming. Ted ground his teeth together, every muscle in his body straining to hold it back. The woman sensed the struggle taking place within him and her head began moving rapidly up and down as she pressed his cock tightly in her mouth, sucking to draw the precious cum out of it. The dark theater seemed to swim around him as the pressure became intense, a swelling that seemed to be tearing him apart. Then it broke loose.

Ted bit his lip to keep from screaming as the cum erupted from the end of his cock. He could hear her gulping and feel the muscles in her throat convulsing as the hot, thick streams of his cum poured into her mouth.

Then, at last, it was over, and Ted sagged back against the seat. The woman kept sucking, determined to get every last drop of his salty jism. She rolled his prick back and forth in her mouth until the head of it ached.

"God," he cried, leaning close to her ear, "I'd like to suck you like that! I'd like to suck your tits light out through your cunt!"

She kissed her way up his belly until she was looking into his eyes in the dim light from the screen. "I wish you could, darling. And I would really love to have that beautiful thing rammed up me! But I just don't have time!"

"How much time do you have?" Ted urged. "I live close to here."

She seemed to be wavering.

"I'll do anything you want to," he continued.

"Are you married?"

"Separated. My wife took off."

"And left this? She was crazy!"

"She liked variety. I have a daughter, but she sleeps like a log. Just an hour… what do you say?"

"Well… maybe, just for an hour."

"I'm Ted."

"Carolyn."

"Let's go!"

Carrie was dreaming. In her dream a hard, thick cock was skewering her cunt. She couldn't see who the cock belonged to, but it felt so good that she knew it must be her father's. The dream was so real that she could hear herself screaming, "Suck it, yesssss, oh God, yes…suck my cunt!"

But wait. She was getting fucked, not sucked.

Then Carrie heard the voice again and she came awake with a start, her nightie sticking to her naked, sweat-soaked skin.

Again the screaming voice: "Suck me, suck me, baby… suck my CUNT!"

It wasn't a dream. It was real, and it was coming from her father's room. Carrie jumped to her knees on the bed and pressed her ear against the thin wall. What she heard was like a dark memory coming back to her. Often she had heard her mother and father fucking through that very same wall.

"Oh, Ted, darling, like that! Yessss, like that! Stick your tongue way up my cunt like that."

It was a strange woman's voice, a voice Carrie had never heard before. And then came sounds of bodies squirming on the bed and the soft creaking of the springs.

"Oh God, Ted, I'm SO glad I said yes! Suck me! Suck my cunt! Oh shit, I can hardly stand it, it's so fucking good!"

Carrie squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as though she could block out the images rioting in her mind. The picture of a strange woman nakedly thrusting her hips upward, pushing her straining cunt higher and higher against the lapping, sucking, wet mouth of her father.

Tears came now, streaking down Carrie's soft cheeks.

"I have to fuck you now… I can't wait any longer! Jesus, your pussy tastes so good!"

"Then do it, darling, fuck me! Slip that beautiful hunk of meat inside my pussy and fuck me!"

There was a loud bang directly against the wall, and Carrie jumped back. A loud wail of ecstasy came through the wall, and Carrie slid down on the bed, her eyes open, staring sightiessly into the dark room.

Me, me! Carrie cried soundlessly. It should be me! I should be in there loving him! Who is this woman? How dare she come into our house and take my place!

There was a steady knocking and banging against the wall now, and the strain was getting to be too much. Carrie sat despondently on the bed, feeling a desperation welling up within her. She wanted to be held tightly, protectively in his arms, to feel his muscular body pressed against hers, to know that he would always belong to her. She felt sad and angry at the same time, and it was the most terrible feeling she had ever known.

She cupped her hands under her breasts, flushing and perspiring there in the darkness. Her ears filled with the obscene sounds coming from the next room. She felt a surging thrill mounting in each fill breast as she reached beneath her short nightgown and touched her nipples, beginning to twist their berry shapes until erotic sensations raced through them, spreading to every part of her body.

"Ohhhh, I need it," she whimpered softly, "I need it so bad!" She was embarrassed by the sound of her own voice, and she stopped her moving fingers on her tensed, swollen breasts only for a moment. Then she started again.

The bumping and scraping against the wall had momentarily stopped, and Carrie visualized them in there, naked bodies pressed tightly and hotly together, the woman's thighs spread wide as her father lay between them.

Carrie lay back on the pillows, pulling her gown all the way up so that it formed a ring above her heaving breasts. Beat seemed to permeate her body as the cool smooth sheets of the bed touched her naked buttocks and back. She lifted her legs a little, bending her knees and keeping just her feet planted on the bed. A coolness rushed down between her quivering thighs, and she shuddered.

Wave after wave of sensuality began a path through the core of her pussy, and she twisted and turned, moaning softly in the grasp of the desire mounting within her belly. She wasn't touching herself at all now, her arms flat against her sides, her fingers clenching and unclenching against her palms. She was beginning to imagine her father's lust-hardened prick heaving up into her, parting the softness of her pussy.