Evan Burke - Loving daughters

And so did the cock I was sucking. As I held the head of it in my mouth, letting my fingers play up and down the swollen rod, sliding the outer skin, jacking him off into my mouth, Ken's hips began pumping up and down. I stroked the soft blonde hair of his balls with the fingers of my other hand, making him move faster and faster, and I could feel my cheeks sink inward as I sucked on his prick as if it were a straw in a soda.

"Lick me on the button! On the button of my cunt!" Jodi cried. The bed seemed to rock as she — or someone — squirmed frantically. And then the bed and the whole world seemed to tilt as my cunt flexed, tightened, released, tightened, and quivered as I began to come…

"Faster! Do it faster!" someone pleaded, and in the heat of orgasm I was too hot to recognize the voice. My fingers raced up and down the length of the throbbing cock they held. But no faster than the driving of the cock Daddy was giving me from behind. I rotated my ass in slow circles, trying to make it better — and found that I was trying the impossible.

You can get no better fucking than he was giving me — not from a boy, not from a man, not from anyone. Already, I had gone — and still my cunt flashed hot and cold. I felt — no, I knew! — that I could fuck all night. Nothing is better than Daddy's fuck.

I felt Ken grope beneath me with his hand until he found the sphere of my tit, and the pull he gave my nipple was a warning that he was ready to come. And I was ready, too.

With flying fingers I beat him off, my mouth still ovaled tight around the head of his prick, sucking. My tongue licked at him. My mind seemed to blur…

And then he came.

The come gushed hot and thick into my mouth at exactly the moment when I felt him grasp the back of my head, felt his hips lift and jerk in a quick spasm, and I thought I was going to drawn in his sticky semen. It filled my mouth, flowing out at each corner of my lips and sliding down my chin in a warm rivulet, and it seeped down my throat, thick and pasty. I pulled away from his cock, gagging, and a second stream of it shot up to hit me in the face. My lips opened, on instinct alone, and the come I hadn't swallowed spewed out and onto the blond curls of his cock-hair. A thin stream of it hung suspended from my lower lip. I brushed it away, released his cock, and looked over my shoulder at Daddy. A red mist seemed to separate us.

"Put it to me from the front. I want to… to kiss you… to see you… while we fuck," I pleaded, barely able to say the words. I somehow freed myself from his grip — damned hard to do, considering how good it felt — and rolled onto my back. He joined me at once.

"My little baby girl, all grown up," he said, moving between my legs. I felt his cock touch the inside of my thigh. Then it was inside me again. He kissed me on the lips, then looked down at me.

"A full-grown woman, Nora, that's what you are." His prick began to move inside me. He had a hand on my tit, fondling it, and his expression was dazed. "A big-titted woman. A woman made to fuck, and that's my kind of woman." His voice sounded strange, but his words were making me hot.

"I'm also a woman who loves it," I said, lifting my legs high and wrapping them around his body. I slipped my hands behind his neck and pulled his face down to mine. As I used my tongue to part his lips, I slowly gyrated my hips beneath him, letting my own body set the pace of our fucking. I wanted him to last as long as possible.

He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth, let me draw it back, and then forced his own tongue between my lips. His hands moved over my tits, lingering at the nipples, moved over my sides, beneath my ass… touching me… touching me. And all the while his prick moved smoothly in the clinging sheath of my pussy.

Fuuuuuuckinnng!

Daddy slipped one hand beneath my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it at the knee. He raised it so high that it touched my breast, and I could feel the slash of my cunt tighten around his stroking cock. The new position enabled him to reach my tit with his mouth, and I held the back of his head as he sucked my nipple between his lips. The sensation was so unbearably exquisite that I found myself digging my teeth into my lower lip, clawing at his neck with my nails.

Jodi moaned somewhere beside us on the bed. Through lidded eyes I saw that she had somehow put the lead back in Ken's pencil — which would be his third time tonight — and she was mounting him from the top. No wonder she was such a hot-pants little broad, I thought. It must run in the family. A deep stab of Daddy's prick drew my attention back where it belonged.

He was stroking faster now, thrusting so deep that I could feel his hairy balls swinging in to slap against the tender undersides of my ass, just below my upraised cunt, and I moved my pelvis faster.

His lips worked my rigid nipple with exactly the same speed that his cock was pounding in and out of my cunt, and his breathing came faster and faster, louder and louder. Or was it the sound of my own breath I was hearing? I couldn't say.

As I felt myself starting to come, bubbling like champagne, I wrapped my legs high around his body and squeezed with all my strength, lifting my cunt to meet him.

We strained against each other, groin to groin, and I heard him gasp for breath as he released himself inside me. It felt warm and fluid. It felt like it would go on forever — and it felt wonderful.

He fell into my arms, just resting there, his cock still inside me, unmoving now, and I wished he could stay there forever. I felt his prick go soft and small inside me, its hardness leaving, and I felt a trickle of come seep from the bottom of my cunt. Then he pulled himself free, kissed me, and rolled onto his back beside me. He looked exhausted.

Ken and Jodi were finished. She lay facedown, her cheek resting against the chest of her father, her arm across his stomach, and I could tell by her breathing that she was asleep. Ken held her with one arm thrown lightly across her small shoulders, and he was looking down at her with a curious expression on his face. I looked at Daddy. He had the same expression on his face. I wondered if they felt guilty.

It was something to think about. None of us had expected it to go this way; at least I hadn't. Not really. I had intended to get my balling from Ken. Daddy was to have been with Jodi. That was the way we had planned it. That wasn't the way it had worked.

We met them — Ken and Jodi, that is — at a special gathering of The Sexual Freedom Front. That's just a fancy name for a swap club. Mama and Daddy have been members for five years, maybe longer, and this gathering was strictly a social one, no swapping or anything, supposedly held so the members could get to know each other's brats. Dinner and all that crap. Real discreet. Mama wouldn't have gone for anything else.

Sexual freedom, my ass! When it came to sexual freedom, my mother had a definition all her own. She wanted it for herself — and to hell with everybody else. She had always done her best to keep me from knowing about the swapping that went on around our house — and if she was so sold on sexual freedom, why would she be ashamed of it?

But I had known about it since I was a snotty nosed little kid, and it hadn't really interested me until I learned — in the back seat of a car — what fucking was all about. Then I took a real interest.

Like sneaking home a few times to watch through a bedroom window — they always pawned me off on friends on party nights — and listening with new interest to the things Mama would say on the nights they were going elsewhere for their fucking. "Don't you go down on anyone, George," I had heard her say one time. "If you do that, I swear I'll quit." And she had stopped talking when she saw me. Yes, Mama had her own definition of freedom. She really did.