"Mmmmmmm!" Loni moaned softly as a final weak trickle of cum was worked out of Papa's balls onto her tongue.
She sucked softly, tenderly on Papa's cockhead. As she sucked, Loni could smell and feel the cum on her neck and tits and stomach.
Yes, she thought, this is where his cum belongs! On my body, where I can feel it, where I can enjoy it the most.
She took her hands from Papa's cock and started massaging his cum into her tits. As she rubbed the rich cum into her tingling flesh, Loni continued sucking on the cockhead rolling her tongue around the pisshole just in case he had any more of the salty cum to give her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marcy awoke slowly. Even before her eyes were open she was aware of a throbbing sensation in her cunt and asshole.
The memory of what she'd done the previous night in the van came to her, causing her to smile sleepily and groan softly.
Tony, Luke and Sam had really worked her over. There was a time when she was sandwiched between the twins, Luke and Tony, with one fucking her ass and the other fucking her pussy.
As she got double-fucked, she sucked off Sam until his spurting jets of cum washed over her teeth and tongue.
Never before in Marcy's life had she taken so much cock into her body at one time. When she deep-throated Sam's gargantuan prick – all ten inches of it – while taking the twin columns of Tony and Luke's nine-inch cocks into her cunt and asshole, she had a combined total of twenty-eight inches of cock in her body.
Marcy threw the blankets off her body, kicking her feet over the edge of the bed. She looked at Loni sleeping peacefully on the bed across the room. Marcy knew that Loni wasn't going to do the things necessary to take Papa's mind off that money-hungry cunt he was engaged to. Loni just didn't have it in herself to open her legs and take Papa's cock into her cunt. Marcy was certain her baby sister wouldn't suck his cock or fuck him.
A smile toyed softly with the corners of Marcy's mouth. If Loni wasn't going to do to Papa what needed to be done, that left all the responsibility up to her.
She put a hand between her thighs, touching her cuntlip lightly through her bikini panties.
Her pussylips tingled from the hot, hard fucking she'd taken the night before. All three brothers had fucked her cunt, ass-fucked her and gotten their cocks sucked by her.
Marcy wondered if Papa was hung as well as his sons. Sam's ten inch cock was larger than Luke's or Tony's. Marcy hoped that her father was suitably hung. In one single night the eighteen-year-old blonde had become a size queen, loving cocks that were big and hard. It hadn't really mattered to her before how big a guy's cock was. It did now. Her brothers had spoiled her.
Marcy had on her customary T-shirt and panties. She thought of putting a bath robe on before going to the kitchen to make coffee. It would be the appropriate thing to do rather than walk around the house just in her underclothes.
Who gives a fuck? she thought, cupping one tit in her hand and feeling the firm, high melon of flesh softly. Her tit hurt a little. One of her brothers – she could actually remember which one – had squeezed her tit too hard while she was gulping down his hot jets of cam.
Marcy took the time to pull a brush through her blonde hair, tying it back in a loose pony tail, leaving curls falling down the sides of her face. Then, she went to the kitchen for her morning coffee and cigarette.
Marcy decided she would worry about what to do with her father once she had sufficiently woke up. After her coffee and cigarettes, she'll be able to think more clearly and could figure out some way of getting Papa's prick between her cuntlips, driving home deep up her pussy, so he would forget all about that gold digging, cheap slut that he only thought he was in love with.
Marcy heard the footsteps but didn't look up from her coffee cup. Instead, she leaned back in her chair and licked her long, naked legs out in front of her, exposing them, crossing them at the ankles.
"Good morning," Papa said sleepily. "Do I smell coffee?"
"Yep."
Marcy noted the brief widening of his eyes as Papa walked by her. He had certainly noticed the way she was dressed, even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. Marcy decided it was best, at least for the time being, to pretend that nothing was a little unusual about the situation.
Papa got a cup of coffee and sat down facing Marcy, his bath robe wrapped loosely around him. He sipped his steaming liquid, looking at Marcy's tits straining against the tight T-shirt over the rim of his cup.
"Want to hear some news?"
"Sure. What?"
"I'm not getting married," Papa said quietly.
"What? Why?" Marcy was bewildered.
She never expected this to happen, at least not until she had a chance to convince her father of the error of his ways. Marcy found herself feeling a little disappointed. She had hoped to have her father's prick in her cunt, and now she suspected she might not have that chance.
"I didn't love her. I just loving having sex with her. Everybody saw that she was no good but me. But I can see a little more clearly now."
After a bit of small talk Marcy said, "Do you want to know what I was going to do? I was going to make a pass at you. You know, turn you on so that you would see the kind of mistake you were making with that bitch."
Papa nodded his head thoughtfully, he had suspected as much. After the wild night of fucking, fucking and everything else that had happened with Loni, he figured that Marcy would certainly be in on the plot. The sisters seldom did anything without informing the other one of it.
With nervous fingers Marcy lit another cigarette.
"You smoke too much," Papa said. "That's not good for you."
Marcy inhaled deeply. Her clit was tingling, her cuntlips getting moist with pussyjuice. She wanted to make it with her father even if she didn't have the motive of making huh see the truth about his ex-finance.
"I've got to smoke, Papa. I've got very strong oral urges and smoking helps me deal with that," Marcy said.
And then, exactly as she had hoped he would, Papa replied, "Then suck on this."
The happy gasp that Marcy emitted was silenced the moment she had her lips wrapped around the huge head of his prick.
Papa had tossed open his robe and his prick, not yet fully hard, was sticking out through the fly of his pajamas. The moment Marcy saw her father's cock she tossed her cigarette into the ash tray and dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor between his spread thighs. She sucked his pricktip into her mouth without any preliminaries, the lust that raced through her veins too powerful for her to be patient with a little kissing and tonguing on the prick first.
The blonde girl moaned hungrily, sucking almost half of the cock into her mouth. She was able to fit so much of the prick into the hot, moist, sucking recesses of her mouth because Papa's cock wasn't fully hard yet.
With her hands on Papa's thighs Marcy bobbed her head over his rubbery prick, sucking the cock into her mouth until the cockhead was shoving partially down her throat. As she sucked, she swirled her tongue around the shaft, applying a spine-tingling suction on the meaty cock as she worked her lips over it.
"That's my girl," Papa said with quiet confidence, putting his hand on the back of Marcy's head, holding her ponytail lightly as she sucked his prick. "Show Papa how much you love him."
Marcy sucked on her father's gargantuan prick as it pulsed against her tongue, steadily ovaling her lips wider and wider as it grew swiftly. It seemed like a dream to her, after all the planning she had done, to actually have his big, delicious cock stuffing her mouth.
Shivering with ecstasy, the teenager waited until she'd sucked her father's cock into a full hard-on, then withdrew the cock from between her lips.
"I've never deep-throated a cock as big as yours before," Marcy said, smiling at her father as she stroked his prick.