George Tipton - Two hot daughters

"Ohhh, Daddy!" Diane sighed, lost in a seas of lust. "I feel so funny!"

She was light-headed and weightless. The room around her faded until there was nothing in her consciousness other than herself and her father. She fucked at him as if her life depended upon it. She fucked at him as if it was the last thing she would ever live to do.

She fucked back at him as if it was all that mattered to her in the world – and that was true.

Fuck-cream was dredged up from somewhere deep and dark inside of her, and Diane felt it dribbling down the crack of her ass and puddling beneath her. She fucked her father faster and faster, her cunt lubed up by the creamy cunt-sauce from inside of her. Wet, smacking sounds came from between her legs, and she looked down her body, seeing her father's angry-red prick as it came out of her cunt-hole time and time again.

John saw where her eyes were going and trained his down there, too. The mound of his daughter's cunt was barely sheltered by a thin, light-colored spray of hair. Beneath it, he could see the rounded, white skin of her pussy-bump and the tip of his big cock disappearing down under it blew his mind. That, combined with Diane's unceasing fucking, finally got the best of him.

"Hold on, honey," he said, his head turned to the side, his breath hot and excited. "I'm coming!"

Diane prepared herself, although she didn't exactly know what for. Then, as if someone had turned a garden hose on inside of her, she felt the hot stream of her father's come burst forth and wet down the interior of her cunt.

"Daddy! Ohhhhh!" she exclaimed, still fucking him because she didn't know what else to do. "I feel it! I feel you coming!"

John only grunted, his orgasm too incredible to allow him the luxury of speech. His cock drew back and then fired forward, recoiling like a shotgun and then busting forth again and again. Creamy bullets of his cock-cream shot against the back end of his daughter's ever fucking pussy, and the older man cried out in wonder and joy.

"Diane! Diane, ohhh, Diane!"

The girl wrapped her arms around her trembling father, feeling his orgasm peak and then pass. She wrapped her legs around him, too, holding him as close to her as possible.

"That was perfect, Daddy," she said when he finally came to a rest, "just perfect. Now, let's do it again!"

John was shocked by his daughter's request and saddened when he looked down at his cock and saw there was no way he'd be able to fuck Diane a second time. His prick just didn't work like it used to, and now it was as wilted as week-old lettuce.

"Sorry, honey," he said, giving his dead prick a flick with his index finger. "Looks like he's had it."

"Ohhhhh," Diane said in frustration, her hand between her legs, pushing against her cunt to keep he father's jizz up inside of her. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

John knew there was, but he didn't know if he should suggest it. Then he looked into his daughter's eyes and saw the lust that sparkled there. Well, he thought, if she wants it that bad…

"You could suck on my, ah, cock, and maybe you could make it hard again."

"Suck on it!" Diane exclaimed. "Really?"

"Well, if you don't want to…"

Diane looked at her father's limp prick. It had their combined fuck-juices on it, and it was all red and wrinkled. She grimaced but then considered her options. She knew now that she loved fucking, and if she wanted to get fucked again, she'd have to put her dad's cock in her mouth. When she considered all the facts, it became obvious she didn't have much choice.

"Okay," she said tentatively, "just tell me what to do."

John swelled with pride. She was going to give him head! His own daughter was going to suck his prick! It was too good to be true.

"Ah, well, just take it in your mouth and see what happens," he said, thrusting his crotch out to his daughter.

Diane crawled around so she was curled up between her dad's legs. Then she flicked the curtain of her blonde hair back over one shoulder, and took his sticky prick between her fingers. She rubbed it around a little bit, wiping off some of the come and goo. Then, glancing up at her father first, she bent her pretty face down and tucked the end of his soft prick in between her lips.

Diane was surprised at how rubbery her father's cock was. And she was also surprised by the taste. She didn't know what she had expected, but this wasn't it. She liked this flavor, it wasn't at all the bad taste she had anticipated. Encouraged, she sucked in a bit more of her father's squishy prick.

John lounged back on her bed, relaxing under her tentative but sexy mouthings. He let her play with his prick awhile, finding her obvious inexperience very refreshing. Her fingers fumbled around his cock-shaft, touching, feeling, caressing.

Her lips were very sweet, too. They touched his prick very gently at first, almost as if Diane were afraid of his prick. Then she seemed to gain confidence and she sucked in more of his cock, bobbing her head forward and back a little. Gradually her fucking motions increased, and she relaxed around the many inches of her father's hard-on.

Diane explored with her tongue. She lapped around his cock-head, tasting all the flavors there. Again she was not disappointed. She liked what she gathered up, and she swallowed often as her own mouth juiced up around her father's prick. Her tongue swirled around and around, touching his prick everywhere. Then, to her surprise, his cock actually began to grow!

"Ummmmm!" she said, popping her face off of his prick and holding it up for examination. "It's working!"

She rolled his emerging hard-on around and around in her fingers, and John had to laugh at her amazement.

"Keep sucking, honey," he said, urging her head back down around his cock-tip. "Just a little more, please."

More eager than ever, Diane dove down around his cock-head, sucking it back in. His prick-tip thudded against one inner cheek and then the other. The taste of her father's cock changed, and she realized that juice was coming out of the slitted tip of his prick-shaft.

Drawn to his piss-silt, her tongue ran back and forth across it, feeling it open up. Then she bored her tongue down into it, probing at it and munching toward the source of his oozing prick-juice.

"God, that's nice," John moaned, putting one hand on the side of her cock-sucking faces.

Diane looked up at her father, her mouth stretched around his pulsing cock-head. She grinned around his prick, giving his cock a little playful nip.

"Hey!" her father exclaimed. "Watch it!" Learning quickly, Diane puckered in her cheeks, caressing her father's prick with the inside of her mouth. She had to spit out some of his cock as his hard-on grew larger and longer. But she kept his cock-head securely between her lips, her tongue still lashing back and forth across its very tip.

Slurping, smacking sounds came from Diane's mouth as she worked his prick over. Drool ran down her chin, and her father reached up and swiped it away with one meaty finger.

John could easily have let her keep sucking his cock forever. Even when he knew his prick had reached its maximum length, he let her keep sucking. He never wanted her to stop, and it was only because he knew that fucking her again would be so good that he finally reached down and put his hands in her armpits and moved her up his body.

"I think it's ready now," he said.

Reluctantly, Diane let herself be pulled away from his big hard-on. She was thrilled to have learned about sucking a man's cock. She wondered if Anita had done that!

Anita! Diane couldn't believe she'd hardly thought of her friend. As her father hauled her up his body and got her ready to fuck, Diane's head swam. She'd fucked her father without even thinking of her bet. She'd fucked him all on her own, and only because she'd wanted to do it for such a long time. Winning over Anita seemed only the icing on the cake.