Jerry Milner - Daddy_s little girls

"Yes-s-s-s-s!" she sighed, cumming and cumming continually, watching through a dreamy pink haze at her father sucking warmly and sweetly on the out-turned lips of her perfectly happy cunt.

"Never again with a woman," she assured him, even as his lovely kissed were dwindling and she was squirming her asshole on Olive's softly burrowing finger.

Howard lay sighing and smiling for some time, softly holding, his daughter as she rested upon his broad chest. She was still quite blissfully aware of the upright state of his cock, glowing warmly just below her widely parted asscheeks. The nipples of her tits had softened some against his chest, and though she was relaxing and feeling quite good, she was still sensitive enough to feel the tiny, hard points of his nipples pressing upward against her chest. She enjoyed every part of this man who was her father and her lover. They sighed and sighed together, hearts beating as one, while Olive watched proudly and a bit sadly at the closeness she had helped to create.

As Howard further relaxed from his lascivious delights, his thick, upright cock slowly dwindled and rested between Lynette's asscheeks. She wriggled and giggled softly. Olive leaned over to brush her smooth cheek against Lynette's even smoother ass, and then sucked Howard's cockknob into her mouth. His cock still tasted sweetly of his jism, and the perfume arising from Lynette's well-sucked cunt was an added delight.

"Olive," Howard said, "I don't ever know how I got mixed up with a double-gaited bisexual like you."

Olive stopped kissing Howard's cockhead, and warmly pressed half the length of his cock between Lynette's accommodating asscheeks. "If this sex-pot of yours had her way, she'd be playing stoop-tag on her brother's pecker," she said. "And it wouldn't be nearly enough for her. You ought to do her a favor and fuck her. That's what she really needs."

"Oh, no," Howard said with a feeble shake of his head. "That's something I'll never do."

Olive caressed his balls. She reached out and touched Lynette's clitoris, and said, "Better you than her brother."

"I'd skin Mark alive if he touched her."

Olive fingered his balls very sweetly and nicely, and she continued, "Better you than some long-haired hippie in the back of a Volkswagen van."

"I'd find him and kill him. I swear it!" said Howard, his powerful arms tightening about Lynette's supple back. Olive kept tickling her clit.

"Better you," Olive went on, tickling so very delightfully Lynette could scarcely hold still, "Better you, Howard than some greasy pimp with a big, flashy car and bag full of heroin in his pocket."

"Baby, baby!" Howard wailed, and a tear flowed down his cheek, as he clasped his darling daughter. "I'll take care of you for as long as I live. I'll see to it those bastards never get to you!"

"Daddy. Oh, Daddy, stay with me," she said, curling her arms about his neck and kissing his whiskered cheek, clasping her thighs about his cock and wriggling her cunt.

They clung and kissed and clasped, Howard softly rocking from side to side on Olive's bed, Lynette warmly holding onto him. She held onto him with every part of her, from her lips to her fingers, from her tits to her cunt, to her toes digging in at his ankles.

Olive caressed the knob of Howard's stiff cock and both of Lynette's tight asscheeks as she said, "I think I'd better leave you two alone for a while. I think you've got something between you that only you two can settle."

The thick shaft of her father's cock was thrilling Lynette through and through as she clung to him with her thighs. The very wet, very swollen lips of her cunt were kissing his cock as Lynette and her father clung and rocked gently together.

"I think we'd both better get up and go before this gets out of hand," Howard said.

"Can't I just play with your cock for a minute?"

"Better not," Howard warned.

"Why not?" asked his daughter. "After all, I've sucked your cock and kissed it and drunk up its goodie-good cum-cum. So why can't I play with your cock for a minute?"

"Well, maybe for a minute," Howard sighed.

Lynette kissed him jubilantly and moved down to sit on his thighs, waddling her soaking wet cunt onto the length of his cock as she did so. Now his cock stood up before her mightily. She took his cock in both her hands once again, and pulled his cock against her tummy.

"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big! Just look! It would fit clear up to here if you'd ever put it inside me," she said, and indeed the tip of its ruddy, red cockhead reached up to her tiny navel.

Just the sight of his great, red cock being pressed to Lynette's tiny navel was enough to give Howard further pause. He shook his head gravely, and firmly said, "No way. It's time we got dressed."

"But I haven't gotten to play with your cock yet," said Lynette, and now she scooted her naked ass farther down on his hairy legs, clasping his cock, giggling and pressing it tightly against her tits.

Moving lower, she kissed and clasped his cock against her cheek, laughing and saying, "Oh, Daddy! You must have the biggest cock in the whole wide world!"

"There are bigger I'm sure," Howard said with a smile. "Though I've never really shopped around for one."

"And it's not just big. It's pretty!" said Lynette, and she sucked it into her mouth for a moment again. She enjoyed his cock's delightful male taste and felt the thick ridge under his cock-knob with her greedy tongue. "If I had a cock like this for my own, I'd never go looking for another one," she said, and she moved, her ass up on his thighs once again and hugged his hard cock to her tummy.

"You'll find one of your own soon enough," Howard said with a sigh. Now his hands move over her amazingly silken thighs, and closed on her nubile hips.

"I suppose you're right," said Lynette, still holding his cock, rocking forward and back on his thighs, feeling the heat from his balls rising straight up in her newly itching cunt. "And I know every man has a cock. Every boy, too," she went on, sighing wistfully, as if she hadn't noticed the knitting of her father's brows. "I know Markie has one. I've peeked when he's gone to the bathroom. And there's the handsomest boy who's just come to town. He drives the neatest van, and he's got hair just as long as a rock singer."

"Don't all those rock singers… use narcotics?"

"I don't know. But there's a big guy who drives a pink Cadillac, who the teens all say is on smack." Howard groaned and clasped his daughter to him. He felt the frailness of her back and the fragility of her ribs and spine. He also felt the warmth and softness of her loins as he kissed her and softly moaned, "You'd never forgive me if I fucked you."

"Oh, you wouldn't have to do it all the way," said Lynette, wriggling her glowing, wet cunt up against the thick base of his cock. "You could just sort of give my pussy a nice taste of it," she said, already feeling his cock-knob inside herself, though his cock still pressed against her bell button.

"Just a taste," Howard murmured, stroking and feeling her delicate flesh. "Perhaps just the tip of my cock," Howard went on, while his cock throbbed against her warm tummy.

"You just lay back! I'll do it!" Lynette quickly said. She kneeled astraddle her father's hard hips.

"Couldn't I help? Kitchy-koo?" he teased. He tickled her clit. Her hot hips twitched and jerked, and her cum with his cockhead strayed. Howard wisely leaned back with his hands behind his head, and watched while Lynette did the job herself.

His cockhead was a rich, ruddy red, almost identical in color to Lynette's glistening, wet cuntlips. His cock was splitting her cuntlips widely as she tried to force it inside herself. Their pubic hair was the same color, too, though his was bushy and thick at the base of his cock, and hers was a filigree of delicate threads closely nestling over her tiny cunt. Her titties, so tiny and sweet, scarcely jiggled at all, though her movements were excited and vigorous as she tried once again to force him inside her burning hot cunt.