June fluttered her eyelashes demurely. "Come here, Daddy," she murmured delicately as a faint breeze on a mild spring day. "Come here and help me dress." Her long slender fingers turned the doorknob and the door clicked slightly open.
Guy gasped. "Uh…" But his feet moved inexorably forward. He felt lost now, whirling headlong downward into a boiling molten pool of heady sensuality. And then suddenly he was standing next to her at the door.
"My, Daddy," she whispered abruptly through her sultry parted red lips, her delicate hand darting out to trace fondly the enormous bulge in his pants. "My Daddy. Daddy, you feel so good… so nice and hard…"
He shook his head, speechless and almost without breath, unable to think or talk. What – what was she going to…?
Guy felt as if his eyes were going to explode out of his head. This… was… oh Lord…
"Do you want me to take it out, Daddy?" she asked sweetly.
Teeth chattering stupidly in his head, he nodded dumbly, snorting with pleasure. And then her fingers were there, cool and grasping, pulling on his cock, pulling it out, her fingers all over his raw, exposed nerves.
"Oh, Daddy," she breathed ecstatically, suddenly sliding to her knees, one hand moving tantalizingly down the entire length of his body, and then suddenly it was out, all of its rigid male hardness, and Guy Donovan's eyes rolled up and backwards into his skull. He groaned and pressed his fingers into the glowing soft blondeness of her beautiful hair… and then there were her soft red lips folding around his cock… right there in the hallway… a tongue licking out, licking the cum off the tip of his hardness, licking all around his trembling, throbbing penis, and then she was sucking mindlessly… mindlessly… taking his cock all the way… deeply… deeply… into her beautiful throat…
"June… oh, June… daaaaarling… ohhhhhhhh…" And his head strained ecstatically backwards, deliriously happy…
… Just as June's foot nudged the door of her bedroom open and Guy's eyes, glancing, were able to catch the two partially inhuman creatures who were so ardently coupling there on his beautiful young daughter's bed…
CHAPTER TWELVE
His eyes blazed. Jesus! It was Dora! With Brute fucking frantically in between her thighs from behind! Pumping away into his beloved wife's vagina with furious animal desire!
"Dora…" he gasped weakly. "Wha…"
But by now his daughter's mouth was all over his cock, sliding up and down its thrusting hardness like molten rubber, clinging delightedly, undulating, sucking like big warm, wet cushions up and down his fiercely pulsating rod of flesh. He could feel her tongue tickling so hotly, like a burning electric spear, at the top of his testicles, licking at the hair there, then working back upward again, wrapping lizard-like around his throbbing member.
Her hands came up to cup his balls affectionately, hefting them and squeezing them as she sucked. A soft moan of joy escaped her lips around the blood-engorged shaft in her mouth as she fondled her daddy's testicles. They were so big – oh my – Daddy was certainly heavy and large down there. She imagined that he would probably shoot potfuls of his precious sperm down her hungry throat in another moment. And so she sucked all the more lovingly, as above her, Guy Donovan appeared to go out of his mind with lust.
Jesus, he thought, his mind reeling from this bombardment of physical and mental sensuality. This was the most fantastically sexy moment he'd ever endured. The sight of his beautiful auburn-haired wife, her full firm breasts hanging voluptuously down to the bed, her long hair askew, as their powerful German shepherd so brutally used her, was positively mind-bending. He couldn't remember when he'd ever seen anything like it. He'd heard stories of such behavior, but he'd never actually believed such things happened in civilized societies. Yet here it was, that savage animal hardness actually working in and out of his wife's welcoming cuntal passage, her face pressing the coverlet as she managed from moment to moment to make small ecstatic sighs which could leave no doubt in his mind whatever that Dora was enjoying it magnificently.
And then there was his daughter, his beautiful little twelve year old blonde girl, on her shapely knees and sucking him off with such debauched abandon that Boccaccio would have blushed. Her mouth was warm, soft and fluid. It was like stuffing one's cock into an open mass of lust-heated honey…
The desire-crazed businessman laid his head back and closed his eyes, the onslaught of sensation altogether too much for him. Her mouth sucking and nibbling and licking at his primitively throbbing penis was what he had wanted for so long… to fuck her in that beautiful soft red youth mouth of hers… feel her tongue… lick her tits… eat her… God… he couldn't…
Oh God… oh God… oh God… oh God…
He could feel the pressure of boiling sperm building in the twin vats of his testicles, cumming now… spilling over the top… there… there… racing down the long dark tunnel of his cock…
Guy's pelvis jerked forward and he groaned, clutching his daughter's long blonde hair tighter in his hands. Parental fellatio, incest… thrilling…
He had been primed for this for so long that he didn't require many sucks at all. Pure ecstasy shot through every fibre of his wildly jerking body, and then his cock was spurting its illicitly fired semen down her earnestly swallowing throat by the barrel…
"Darling… oh honey… my little girl… oh God… suck me darling… oh… swallow Daddy's cum… here it comes darling… oh… oh honeeeeeeee…"
His body seemed to shudder all over and he clutched her swiftly bobbing head for support. Milky-colored cum echoed out through the sides of her furiously swallowing mouth, dripping down her chin and sticking wetly against her lovely young throat. It seemed like an eternity before he had discharged all of it, all of the mighty sperm-pressure which had built over these last many months. He groaned, jerked, and finally came out of it panting for breath.
At last. He had fucked her. Fucked her in the mouth. For some reason he had never felt happier.
And as he rested against the edge of the door, June stood up, rubbing her fulsome young breasts all over his perspiring body. "Did you like that, Daddy?" she asked as she kissed him, her mouth wide open, her tongue surging like a baby whale right to the back of his unsuspecting throat.
He hesitated a moment, then groaned and kissed her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her lush blonde body. Now he could think of only one thing – sucking on those delicious young breasts of hers. He broke awkwardly from the kiss and bent his head, taking one cherry-tight nipple into his mouth and sucking ecstatically as his free hand gripped and squeezed her other naked breast. This was wonderful. He would love to do this forever.
But June had other thoughts on her mind. Now for the grand finale. She wanted both her wonderful daddy and Brute fucking her at once. That was only fair, after all she'd done for them. She hoped they wouldn't be jealous…
She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair as her father continued to suck ardently on her super-sensitive breasts. He had nice curly hair, and his penis had tasted every bit as wonderful as she had expected it to.
"But don't you want to fuck me as well, Daddy?" she whispered demurely down into his ear, licking it slightly.
Donovan shivered involuntarily. "Huh?" he muttered dumbly, his mouth popping off her breast momentarily.
"I said, 'Don't you want to fuck me?'" she breathed hotly into his sensitive shivering ear, and he could feel his penis begin to jerk and bob, with renewed desire, still protruding from the open fly of his trousers.
Yes, that was exactly what he wanted… he wanted to fuck her… at all cost…
Groping to his feet again, his breath coming ragged and unevenly, he slid his arm around her tiny waist and stumbled with her into the bedroom.