Then she began to blow him in earnest, stunning him with her imagination. If he didn't know better, he'd say Becky had gone down on her entire high school for practice. She used her teeth in a gentle teasing bite along the trunk of his pounding prick. She wobbled her head from side to side, her tiny mouth jammed with half his cock, then wriggled it up and down rapidly to make him groan with excitement.
My own daughter, Glenn realized with pride, a beautiful natural-born cocksucker! His pride swelled when he realized that she loved what she was doing. After all, how many girls and women did he have to nearly force down on his cock? And even a lot of chicks who'd wasted no time in gulping his prick in their mouths still refused to let him come there. Not only did sweet Becky offer to blow him, she was eager to swallow every drop.
"Terrific!" groaned Glenn when his daughter suddenly slipped her mouth away from his prick, held it high in one hand and began sucking lewdly on his hairy balls. All the while she jerked his pulsing rod in her tight hot fist, thrilled at its surging power.
The vivid realization that she was blowing her own father only spurred Becky's excitement to a new intense pitch. She grasped as much of the hot meat as she could in her mouth and slammed her face forward, gagging as the gigantic knob battered her throat. Come on, Daddy, come! the girl pleaded silently, desperately wanting to taste and swallow the hot thick juice.
"I'm gonna come, Becky," gasped Glenn, cupping her blonde head. "Oh that wild mouth, I love you, angel. Yes! Suck it, honey, suck it. Mmmmmmmmmm!"
In a frenzy of lust, Becky jerked the trunk of his bursting prick in both hands while she sucked fiercely on the pounding hot meat. A deep moan came from her throat as the first few boiling drops gushed into her mouth. Quickly, Becky tasted it with her tongue, marveling at its salty maleness. Like her father, it was hot and strong and powerful. Then the flood burst forth, and the girl made a wild puffing sound as she swallowed it greedily, craving an endless flood of her father's come.
"Oh, baby," Glenn sighed to his daughter, "that was unbelievable! Come up on my lap."
But Becky continued to suck hungrily at the last few drops, sending wild new thrills through Glenn's limp cock. At last she jumped up on his lap, smacking her lips with relish.
"Next time, I want us to go down on each other at the same time, Daddy. You know what? I'm going to dream of your beautiful prick all night long."
He was about to scold her for her language when he realized how ridiculous that would be, after eating his daughter's cherry, then ravaging her virgin-pussy, and finally letting her blow him and swallow his jizz.
"Well, I'm going to dream of your hot pussy all night long," he smiled down at her, stroking and teasing her ripely curved tits.
Her beautiful face suddenly became dead serious. "Daddy, promise me something."
"Anything, angel."
"Promise me that when I'm eighteen, you'll divorce Mother and marry me."
For a dangerous moment, Glenn Marks almost reared back his head and burst into roaring laughter. Then, with a shock, he realized she was serious.
"We'll talk about it later," he told her.
"The hell we will," Becky said ominously, sending a shiver of fear up her father's spine. "We'll talk about it now, Daddy. You'll get the van tomorrow, right?"
"In that case," Becky whispered, hugging him so that she squirmed her hot silky tits against his chest, "pick me up after school tomorrow. We can have a wild hour before we come home. We haven't done sixty-nine yet, you know."
Downstairs, they suddenly heard the front door slam.
They both leaped up and moved as fast as possible.
When Sheila Marks regained consciousness, she discovered her hands were untied. And, mercifully, the spiked giant was not ramming her aching pussy. But the ache wasn't urgent this time. It was a burning deeply fulfilling glow that spread outward from her tingling cunt to every inch of her naked hot flesh. Carol was staring down at her, leaning on her elbow as she lay beside Sheila.
"God, I thought I'd die if I didn't stop coming," sighed Sheila. "My mind was almost unhinging."
"You'll get used to it," the stewardess said. "You've got to be careful, darling. You can get hooked on that thing."
Sheila glanced at her watch and quickly sat up. "Oh Christ, I've got to get along! I don't want my husband worrying."
She dressed hurriedly while Carol watched her with hungry eyes. It amazed her how quickly the brunette housewife could arouse her. If only they could spend the entire night together, so Carol could suck her honeyed sweetness dry before allowing Sheila to take her turn with the dildo, tormenting Carol.
Fully dressed, Sheila came over to the bed and kissed the stewardess passionately on the lips and then on each rounded tit in turn. They made a date for the following week, early.
"I went all the way, didn't I?" Sheila said proudly as she rose to go. "I didn't leave out a thing, did I, Carol?"
"AS a matter of fact, you did, Sheila."
Carol turned over on her stomach on the bed, her creamy white ass hovering up obscenely. "You forgot to lick my asshole. Do it, darling. For just a minute."
Irresistibly, Sheila felt herself drawn to the tiny puckered brown hole. Pressing her nose to the crack of Carol's hot ass, Sheila plunged her tongue deep into the narrow slot. The taste was strong and delicious to her, almost fragrant in its burning juiciness. In less than a minute, Sheila found herself aroused to a wanton pitch of lust at the strange new thrill. Quickly her fingers darted up to the blonde's drenched pussy and began probing the hot cunt passionately.
For ten full minutes, the housewife lewdly fingerfucked the moaning blonde stewardess, while she wriggled and squirmed her long tongue deep into Carol's blissfully swinging ass. After a series of wild orgasms, Carol wrenched away from Sheila's hotly fucking fingers and greedy tongue. Talk about a turn on!
Sheila left in a rush when she checked her watch. Stretching out on the bed, Carol sighed happily. She would sleep like a baby tonight. She turned out the lights, crawled between the cool sheets and began to doze off. When she moved her arm her fingers brushed something on the bed, and her eyelids flew open instantly, as she gripped the dildo. She'd forgotten about it.
Slowly, Carol lifted the dildo to her lips and began licking it in long dreamy strokes, savoring Sheila's dried pussy-juice. She wouldn't fuck herself with it, of course, not tonight. She'd come plenty of times beneath the brunette's devouring hot mouth. No, she definitely wouldn't. Absolutely not.
Two minutes later, the sheets thrown back, the sexy blonde began lunging her cunt on the massive spiked cock with deep low moans of passion. With each inch she worked in, she inflicted a five-second shock by hitting the red button. Jesus, it felt fantastic! Another inch, another five beautifully shattering seconds. Then ten seconds. Then fifteen.
"You've got to be careful, darling," her voice mocked her. "You could get hooked on that thing." The warning to Sheila Marks had been sincere.
Because no one knew better than Carol how hooked a girl could get on the giant electrified prick. Deep down, the stewardess knew she'd deliberately hooked herself on it, had gone at it gladly and lustfully.
Because Carol knew she had to die someday, and it was the only way she could be literally fucked to death. And that's how she planned to go. All this was only practice.
"Fuck me!" her voice rang in the empty bedroom. "Fuck me!"
Three of the Marks family lay awake in the early hours of the morning, all of them preoccupied with their thoughts.