Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

Hamilton was fast asleep. The events of the previous days had just about exhausted him. He was in a deep stage of REM slumber, as the scientists say. Nothing could have woken him up… except a pair of warm teen-age lips, pressed gently around the head of his cock. His big warm furry body was trembling ever so slightly. He shifted his weight in bed, and rolled over on his side. Tricia let his big penis slip out of his side, she followed his penis with her mouth. She nestled herself into a fetal-like position beside her father. Her hands were bunched up near her ample chest, and her knees were drawn up around her stomach. Like a baby sucking on a nipple. Tricia was sucking on her father's cock, and nothing else seemed to matter.

For the next few minutes, none of the participants changed their stances. Daphne straddled her sleeping father, watching Tricia suck him out of the corner of her eye. Tricia kept the big cock in her mouth, while thin rivers of saliva dripped onto the sheets. Hamilton was sleeping like a log. His face had a beatific expression splashed across it.

Slowly, the sensations of Tricia's warm mouth began to penetrate through his veil of slumber. He began to dream that he was being sucked by a goldfish, or a mermaid, as he lay floating on a coral sea. As his awareness penetrated his lower levels of sleep, he reached down his hands and began to stroke the ardent head that was so raptly fastened on his tug penis. He was still unaware of the reality. He imagined that he was in a barn with some big furry animal, a cow maybe, that was slurping up his cock with long, wet strokes.

Unconsciously, he began his coital movements. He shifted his weight back and forth, pushing his big penis deeper and deeper into his daughter's mouth. Tricia sucked willingly, happy to be of service to her dear old pater. She wanted most of all to see the expression on his face when he woke up, even more, she wanted to feel the hot gush of his semen as it sloshed down her throat. She could barely wait!!!

Still, Hamilton was not awake. He lounged in his slumber, like some big beast of the jungle. His body radiated heat, and he stretched languidly, bathed in his slumber. Tricia decided to help him along a little bit. She gave him a tiny nip on his prick. Not enough to cause any pain, just enough to rouse him out of his slumber. Hamilton grunted in his sleep, and his dream popped like one of those thought balloons in the cartoons. He shifted in his sleep again, and grabbed Tricia's head.

He awoke suddenly, almost startled. He felt the violent mouth on his prick, and his eyes gogged out. It took almost half a minute to realize that he was being sucked, that it was his own daughter Tricia who was giving him this delicious sleepy blow-job. At the same instant, he felt the softer pressure of Daphne's furry pussy hovering above him. He reached up. He touched her heavy, golden breasts, and ran his finger along her nipples, feeling their swollen hardness. He could smell the fragrant muskiness of her tight young pussy. Ah, it was good to have a pair of daughters. Such good, sweet little girls who enjoyed attending to their father's needs. He eased back, and let his cock slip into her mouth even deeper. Now he began a series of deep, well timed coital thrusts. No longer was he sound asleep. Now he was an aware, directed man, using his daughter's mouth for his own pleasure.

He liked to think of it that way. He was using her, using her mouth for his own pleasure. And Tricia was happy to let herself be used. She wanted to be the receptacle for her father's sperm. She wanted to taste the delicious fluid, she wanted to feel it spurt down her gums, splash over her teeth, to run slowly and oozily down her eager throat. The very taste, the very feel of her father's prick was heaven to her.

On top, Daphne wriggled impatiently. "Daphne!" she bleated. "You said I was going to get a chance!" She shook her hips angrily, buffeting the flat of Hamilton's stomach.

Tricia didn't care. Besides, she hadn't actually said anything, she had merely implied that she was going to let Daphne fuck her father after she had sucked him awake. However, Tricia fully intended to let her father come in her mouth. She was going to force him to come in her mouth. She knew that she wouldn't be satisfied until her father's come was dripping down her throat, until she was flooded with mouthful after mouthful of the delicious fluid.

Daphne second guessed her sister. She grabbed Tricia by the hair, and practically ripped it out by the roots, knocking Tricia to the floor. Tricia screamed in loud protest.

"What the hell's the matter with you, you dirty bitch?" screamed Tricia, picking herself up from the carpeted floor. Her now nude body rippled defiantly, and the scent of her aroused feminity rose into the still air of the bedroom.

Daphne didn't answer. Her mouth covered her father's cock, she was sucking away for dear life, trying to finish the job that her sister had started. She wanted to make her father come first. She had to finish the job that Tricia had started, before the little bitch was able to knock her out of place.

"Girls!" said Hamilton loudly. He dreamily sat up in bed, with Daphne following his erect cock with her mouth like some sort of a snake. Her eyes looked up at her father's chest, while her active tongue rolled in slow circles around her father's swelling glans. As little droplets of the pre-come fluid appeared, Daphne lapped them up with her eager tongue.

Hamilton found himself hard pressed to control himself. He marveled at how expert his little daughters had become in so short a space of time. They were eating his prick with the skill of much older women. He had to admit that Tricia was just a tiny bit better at it than her sister, but he would never tell her that. Anyway, practice makes perfect. He intended to keep her lapping at his cock for a long time to come. He could hear the slurping noises as she gobbled his penis, eating and sucking away with youthful abandon. He knew that he was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm. Only which daughter did he want to receive it? Daphne was talented and eager, but Tricia might have just that extra-special touch. Quickly, he decided to let Daphne eat his come… for this time, anyway. He looked at her bobbing head, with that rapt expression frozen on her delicate face. She looked so nice, so virginal. Best of all, she was his own daughter. He remembered the many times that his late wife had sucked his cock for him. Daphne and his wife looked almost the same, as if she were a slightly off carbon copy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tricia approaching, with hatred on her face. She was about to push Daphne off the bed, and regain her original place in front of her father, sucking his cock. Hamilton had to act fast, if he was going to stop Tricia from spoiling his orgasm. He was already on the brink of coming, and he knew if he switched mouths, the pleasure would be considerably diminished. "Tricia!!!" he bellowed, in a voice loud enough to wake the dead, "Dont you dare come an inch closer!!!"

Tricia stopped dead in her tracks, as she watched, her father's body shudder with the first of his orgasmic spasms. His entire body lurched and shuddered with the force of his violent orgasm. The sperm jetted into Daphne's mouth with remarkable force. It hit the back of her throat, and it splashed down her gullet. She had been unprepared for this assault on her oral orifice, and it took her a little while to compose herself and start swallowing. She grinned happily, as best she could with her mouth so packed full of the sperm, and then she began swallowing everything that poured down her throat.

Tricia was red with rage and jealousy. Her eyes were dancing fire, and she stomped the ground with her feet in frustration. "Damn you, Daphne! You're always getting my share of fun!" Daphne didn't answer her. She was too busy eating her father's sperm. She milked the cock up from the base, and the remaining dollops of the sticky sperm oozed into her hungry mouth. The come tasted delicious to her. She was becoming quite fond of the musky tasting frothy liquid. It felt good and thick and warm when it slid down her throat, and it felt so good when it sat like a warm lump of oatmeal in the bottom of her growling stomach. She was muchly content with herself. She didn't even care if she had made Tricia jealous. Tricia could just go to hell.