Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

"Awww, Jesus,” Mike groaned, trying desperately to summon the strength to push her away from him.

Then he thought how rude such a rejection would be, how it would hurt her feelings, and the push became a caress.

His hips were jumping and squirming as the semen in his belly grew more and more impatient. He had no doubts that she had sucked cock before, but he wondered if she had ever had someone unload in her mouth.

She gave him no choice in that matter, and continued to rape her face with his dork. Her tongue was rubbing his prick to flames as she jammed the head into her throat. Her fingers slithered farther behind his nuts, scratched at the lump behind his balls' sack. Then she touched his asshole, and the fire was too much. It was like the explosion of an oil refinery. The flames leaped from ass to balls to prostate to cock, and a ball of cum ripped the length of his tower and spurted into her mouth just as she pulled up to inhale. The thick wad smeared over her tongue as she lowered her head and jammed his jetting dick down her gullet He felt her glottis spasming around the head of his pulsating, erupting wand as gob after thick gob of jizm spurted into her throat.

Her nose was buried in his bush, and her finger was twisting into his bung like a red-hot worm. Totally un-fazed, she drilled into his shitty depths, and pushed against his prostate which was pumping and pumping, its load down her throat.

She pulled up while his cock was still spurting and sucked in a lung-full of cum-tainted air. Her tongue was covered with jizm. One thick pearly drop escaped her lips and ran slowly down his throbbing phallus, into his bush. His cock gave a few final eruptive twitches into her mouth, then began to lose strength and fade.

With a groan of exhaustion, he released her head, and slumped back on the bed. She sank to her knees between his feet, and he thought she was going to spit his withering dick out. Instead, she sucked and drew on it until the last traces of semen were drawn from his tubes. Then, at last, she released his numbed organ and rested her cheek against his knee and looked up at him adoringly. His cum covered her chin and lips.

"My bottom hurts," she complained.

Now how in the hell was he supposed to respond to that? He felt like his whole insides had been turned to pudding. He watched stupidly as she straightened up and stripped off the T-shirt that was hiding nothing.

"You'll have to put some cream on it in a few minutes," she told him.

"Spankings are supposed to hurt," he rumbled, wishing he could think of something else to say. But what do you say to a teenage daughter you're supposed to be disciplining, when she's just sucked your cock?

"Don't worry, it did.”

“Did it make an impression on you?”

“Wait'll you see. Feels like I'm on fire back there.”

"I mean, are you going to start pulling your weight around here?" he asked.

"Maybe.”

"What do you mean, "Maybe?”

"I react better to rewards than punishment," she informed him saucily. "You've been ignoring me, Daddy. It's hard being the youngest in the family.”

Mike realized with a jolt that she was right. After what had happened with Micaela and Gabby, he had been giving them a lot more attention than he had Patty. "I'm sorry, Honey," he apologized. "I didn't realize I was doing it.”

"I'm sorry I've been such a pill lately," she said. “I’ll try to do better, if you'll try to do better.”

“I promise," he assured her.

"Starting now?" she asked.

"Of course.”

"Will you rub some cream on my bottom?”

“I'm not sure that's a good idea," he stammered, flushing at the thought of getting his hands on her tail again. He was afraid of what might happen. "You promised!”

"I promised," he agreed with a sigh, out-maneuvered again. "What should I use?”

"There's some suntan stuff in the bathroom," she said, getting to her feet. "I feel funny.”

He refrained from saying that she should. "Why?" he asked instead.

"Because I'm naked and you're not.”

"So, get some clothes on.”

"That would hurt my bottom.”

He grunted. "You want me to get naked, too?”

"Why not? Your cock's hanging out like an elephant's trunk.”

"That's crude," he told her.

"Well, I am not going to put any clothes on.”

"You're a cock-tease. Someday it's going to get you in very serious trouble," he warned.

"Get naked and get the cream, Daddy. You promised. I'm doing my part," Patty said, beginning to straighten her tangled bed clothes.

Defeated and grumbling, wondering how the hell he had managed to get himself into this mess, Mike headed for the bathroom. He saw her flushed ass cheeks as she bent over the bed.

He came back wearing a robe. His pants had been stained with cum and spit. He was carrying a tube of suntan oil.

"That's cheating," Patty argued, untying his belt before he could stop her. He couldn't take his eyes off her slender nakedness. Her hairless pussy intrigued him.

"No," he protested as his cock began to burgeon upward again.

"Oh, come on, Daddy. Lots of people are nudists. I've seen boys naked, and you've seen girls naked, so what's the big deal?”

Before he could think up a reason, it was too late, she had wrestled him out of his robe. Turning away from his jutting horniness as if it didn't exist, she lay down on her belly on the bed.

"Come on, Daddy," she urged. "It hurts like hell."

With a sigh of resignation, his phallus tugging heavily at his groin, he sat down beside her on the bed and uncapped the tube. He had to twist sideways to dribble a little on her flushed butt.

"Why don't you straddle my legs? It'd be easier.” Nodding stupidly, he moved over her and clutched her slender smooth calves between his muscular, black-furred ones. His hands touched the soft mounds of her tail. Her flesh seemed to burn his palms. The oil made his fingers slither over the yielding globes. As he rubbed it in, she squirmed happily, and raised her tail a fraction.

"Mmmmm, yum that feels good," she purred as he added more oil and massaged it in. His cock was as hard and achy as ever. It was dangling and swaying over her golden thighs. A glittering driblet of juice swayed from the tip, formed a shining strand, and touched her thigh.

"Remember how you used to kiss my ‘ows’ when I was a baby?" Patty asked softly.

"Yeah," he answered, the word choking in his throat.

"I've got a terrible ‘ow’ back there, Daddy," she purred. "I really think you owe it a kiss.”

He wanted to resist, wanted to reject the idea, but his own aching horiness wouldn't let him. His insides were being tied in knots as he stroked and fondled his daughter's tail. His thumbs slipped into the dark crack, parting the cheeks enough to reveal the dusky pucker of her asshole. His cock ached at the sight and a throbbing ocean of cum formed in his guts.

Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on one soft ass cheek. Then he eased across, and planted a second on the other one. His tongue flicked out, tasted her silky flesh. His cum pond was developing storm waves of hurricane velocity as his insides tightened into a hard knot.

Patty lifted her butt, invited more attention. He cooperated. While his cock dripped lust on her thighs, he licked along the sweaty crack of her tail. He stroked and soothed her ass cheeks, parted them, let his tongue stroke the valley of her bottom with long loving swipes.

His tongue touched her bung. He wiggled the tip and felt her ring of muscle flex and relax in response. Wondering what madness was driving him onwards, he twisted his tongue into the tight pucker, felt the rubbery muscle yield to admit him. Driving his face into his youngest daughter's tail, he wormed his tongue up her dirt road. She whimpered her ecstasy into her pillow.