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Father's Day (inc, M/f, cons, black)
by FrostedMane
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Father's Day (inc, M/f, cons, black) by FrostedMane
(frosted_mane@yahoo.com)
*** Dad gets an "untraditional" Father's Day gift ***
It had to be a curse, thought Winston Bell as he stared at his
15-year-old daughter's ripe, juicy ass. He was hurriedly eating his
breakfast, a heaping plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast, while
Antoinette (Toni for short) emptied the dishwasher. Bent over at the
waist, Toni's denim shorts strained to contain the thick, chocolate cheeks
of her finely-toned tail.
"You want any more eggs, Daddy?" she asked him as she stood and
approached him. Winston's swelling dick thumped the underside of the
kitchen table. "I was going to dump the rest and clean the pan if you're
done."
"I'm good, sweetie, thanks," he managed, shifting in his sweaty seat.
His eyes locked onto the plump nipples making soft points in her pink,
spaghetti-strap T-shirt. Toni grumbled about having to wear a bra, since
the straps showed, but her mother, Margo, wouldn't let her out of the house
without one. Her baby-T barely stretched over her 36DDs as it was.
Yes, definitely a curse, Winston thought again as his shapely baby girl
resumed her cleaning chores. To have a daughter so pretty and so sexy,
living in his house right under his nose, hugging him day after day and
filling his nostrils with her fresh, teenaged musk. He was spending more
time in the shower every morning stroking his fat, nine-inch, mushroom
capped prick to potent orgasms as he fantasized about Toni. Usually, Margo
wouldn't let him work up to such a lather. But for the past week, she'd
been rebuffing his advances. She didn't seem bored with him. In fact, the
opposite was true: she was horny as shit. So horny that the scent of hot,
bubbling pussy followed her whenever she went in the house. The whole week
was a puzzle to him.
Finishing breakfast, he scooted his chair out from the table. Suddenly,
he felt two warm, pillowy breasts surround his neck. "Your daughter sure
has a fat ass," Margo whispered feathery-soft into his ear.
"Margo!" Winston whispered back, as his dick involuntarily jumped in his
slacks.
"Girl can't hear me," his wife said, pressing her big 44DDs tightly
against him. "And you know it's true. Shit, she looks better than those
18-year-old chippies you watch in those porn DVDs." Her arms snaked around
her husband's chest; her long fingers tweaked his nipples through his polo
shirt. "Remember, that was *my* ass about 20 years ago."
She had his number. Margo herself, at 35, had big hips to match her big
tits. Since her teens she'd gained weight proportionately in her ass,
thighs, and breasts, and Winston, 36, loved every extra ounce of it. Toni
got his chocolate skin tone and black, wavy hair, and got her mother's
almond-shaped eyes, button nose, and fantastic, voluptuous figure. He
couldn't help but sprout wood every time he watched his daughter's hips
swing by.
"Baby," he groaned as his wife nibbled on his earlobe, "if you don't
stop, I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck the shit out of you."
"You don't have time," she replied, giving his nipples an emphatic
squeeze. "You're already running late for work. If I throw this good
pussy on you, you'll be asleep again in no time." She giggled, and Toni
whirled about.
"Ewwwwwww!" she said, squinching up her lovely face. "You have a room
for that, you know." She picked up her nearly-empty backpack. The school
year was winding down in the second week of June, the Friday before
Father's Day. She gave both her parents a quick peck on their foreheads.
"See you guys later," she said and trotted out the kitchen door toward the
bus stop.
Soon as the door closed, Winston rose up and pinned his wife to the
fridge. His hands roamed all over her well-filled nightshirt, roughly
squeezing her massive titties and cupping her big, jiggly ass. He kissed
her plush lips while grinding the tent in his crotch between her thick,
toffee-toned thighs.
"You heard what she said," breathed Winston between kisses. "We DO have
a room...right upstairs...c'mon, baby, I could bust bricks with this
thing."
Margo giggled again, arching her hips to feel more of her husband's
prong against her. "Ain't no bricks 'round here," she said. "Besides, I
didn't cause it, so I don't have to fix it." She wriggled free of his
desperate grasp and shoved him toward the door. "And you ARE late. You
have to get home in time to take me to the airport, so get moving, Mister."
Bewildered, Winston gave in, his shoulders--and other parts--drooping,
the door shutting behind him with a plaintive click. Margo almost burst
out laughing when she saw how frustrated she'd left the man.
"Don't worry, honey, just two more days," she mused as his SUV backed
out of the driveway. "Just two more days and you'll be able to bust all
the bricks you want."
* * *
"Now, remember," said Margo at the airport that evening, as the skycaps
unloaded her bags from the back of the SUV. "I told Toni that the house
better be clean when I get back. Don't let her twist you around her cute
little finger."
"I won't," said Winston with a sigh.
"And also," she continued, "keep her hot ass on lockdown. She'll spend
all her time over at that boy Derrick's house, if you let her. Her nose
is
wide open for that boy, so watch her."
"I will."
"I should be at Daddy's by 11, so call me on the cell around then." This
was Margo's bi-annual Father's Day trip to Dayton. She and her sister,
Madeline, took turns every other year visiting him since their mother died,
about a year after Toni was born.
"I will, honey. Don't miss your flight, now."
"Oh, and Winston," she said, leaning inside to give him a very deep,
very hot, and very wet farewell kiss, "enjoy your Father's Day gift."
Winston was panting when their lips parted. "W-what gift?"
Margo flashed him her infamous gamin smile, which boded nothing but
mischief. "Toni will give it to you Sunday morning," she said. "Bye!"
That smile occupied Winston's mind all the way home and late into the
evening. He was down in the rec room lounging on the futon, with his
cotton workout shorts and a tank top on, when Toni joined him. His cock
throbbed to semi-hardness when he saw that pink baby-T bobbling as she
flounced down the stairs. She'd removed her bra for the night. She'd also
lost her denim shorts at some point, revealing pink cotton panties and all
of her dark, sleek thighs.
"Hey, Daddy," she said, snuggling up to his left side, her ample bosom
pressing into his bare arm. "Whatcha watching?"
"Oh, um, nothing," he said. It was an erotic thriller on cable. He'd
been too shocked by Toni's scantily-dressed teen body to bother changing
the channel. "So, uh, what's this about a Father's Day gift?"
She curled up on her side, resting her head on her father's tense left
thigh. "I'll show it to you Sunday, Daddy. Momma made me promise to wait
until then. Okay?"
"Okay, baby girl," he said as he began to stroke her hair. With Toni's
full attention on the 36-inch TV, Winston had a free view of his daughter's
full backside. Her shirt had ridden halfway up, revealing panties that
were much too small to contain two large, round, chocolate asscheeks. A
groan rumbled deep in his chest, and his big black prick leaped to full
hardness just behind Toni's head.
The white couple on screen was simulating a fuck session. The man was
palming his blonde partner's quivering tits, and gently kissing the
nipples. Pretty tame stuff to Winston, but he heard a slight moan from
Toni. Her breathing deepened. He picked up the remote. "We can watch
something else," he said with a dry throat, "if you want to, honey."
"I'm okay, Daddy," she answered without turning her head. "I'm not a
baby anymore, you know?"
"I know, kitten," he replied. His left hand had been toying with the
tips of her long, thin braids. Now it trailed off, onto her supple back.
She purred at the touch and rolled over on her tummy, still facing away
from his turgid member.
"Mmmm, that feels good," she breathed. "Scratch, Daddy."
With a slight hesitation, Winston began to scratch, on top of her
baby-T. "Under the shirt," she urged. "Please?"
"A-alright, honey," he answered, his voice husky as his strong fingers
slid underneath the thin cotton top and began to gently rake the dark
tender flesh of his lovely daughter.
"Uunnghh," Toni moaned. She arched her back at her father's
ministrations, thrusting her young, delectable tail high in the air while
crossing her ankles. "Go lower, Daddy."
Winston's palm burned as it glided to her lower back, just above the
deep cleft of her thick rump. He felt her muscles tense up; he held his
breath.
"Lower," she husked.
His dark dong twitched strongly inside his shorts, thumping the back of
Toni's head as his hand slipped under the tight panties and massaged the
fat, satiny ass of his teen girl. His fingers traced, then dipped into,
her sweaty crack, dancing over the clenched rear entrance. Then with a
steamy sigh, he moved lower, parting her sticky twat lips as his ring
finger circled her stiff clit.
"Oooohh, Daddy, uunh, oh FUCK!" Toni groaned as she undulated her hips.
It was the first time he'd heard that word escape her sweet mouth. In
response, he pushed his thumb into the moist opening of her tight pussy.
Now she turned to face her father, looking deep into his eyes as she
hunched her ass back, burying his thick digit deeper inside her.
"You--you're good, Daddy, uuuNNGghh," she grunted, grasping his fat stalk
through his shorts and stroking it firmly. "Going to--going to
c-c-cuuuummmmmm--ooohh...ooOOHHH--OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH--"
Toni squealed, bucking her tail as her young pussy spasmed, drenching
Winston's hand with her slick, musky cream. He rubbed her quivering clit
through the rest of her orgasm, then sucked the sweet juices off his
fingers while she watched, wide-eyed and blushing.
After a minute or so, she resumed her stroking of her father's covered
cock. "I want to see it," she breathed, sgueezing the rigid staff. "Can
I?" Winston could only nod as she hurriedly opened the top of his shorts
and reached inside. His big chocolate prod jutted out, butting his
surprised daughter on the chin.
"Oh, shiiittt," she hissed, smoothing her small hand down the rock-hard
length of it. "It's so BIG, Daddy...bigger than--"
"Derrick's?" he finished. She blushed again furiously. "What did you
do with his?"
She smiled coyly. "This," she said, twisting her moist palm down and
around his pulsing prick in a corkscrew motion. Winston involuntarily
arched his hips and sucked in a ragged breath.
"Damn, baby girl, you gots SKILLS," he hissed. "What else you do with
that boy?"
On the TV, the blonde's face was in her man's lap, bobbing up and down.
Whatever her man had was hidden by her hand and the red satin sheets.
"THAT," Toni said, nodding in the direction of the TV.
Winston gulped. "Do it," he croaked. She opened her lips wide and
quickly swallowed him down.
Toni would be a world-class cocksucker one day. Right then, she sucked
him raw and rough. Her teeth bumped his sensitive head a couple of times.
And her suction was a little too strong. But seeing his daughter's pretty
face devouring his dick, almost down to the root, drooling on his balls--it
was the BEST cocksucking he'd ever had in 36 years of life. With barely
a
warning, he thrust his hips up and exploded in her juicy mouth, firing shot
after shot of white hot lava down her gulping throat. She coughed once,
when the first volley splattered her tonsils, but then didn't miss a single
drop. Her plump, cream-smeared lips pulled off his rod with a swirling
kiss that curled her father's toes.
Toni continued to nurse his deflating dick as both of Winston's hands
busied themselves with her fat 36DDs. Then the phone rang, jolting them
back to reality. He glanced at the clock. It was 11:30! Margo had wanted
him to call her at 11 sharp!
He jumped for the cordless phone. "Hello?"
"Damn, baby!" answered his wife on the other end. "You're all out of
breath! What you been doing?"
"N-nothing, honey," he said, trying to calm himself. "Just watching a
movie with Toni, here."
"Was the movie so good that you forgot to call me?" she asked.
"Um, no--I mean, YEAH," he replied.
"And you're out of breath, because...?"
"I was rushing to get the phone, just got out of the bathroom," he
huffed. "Had to run down the stairs and all--"
"So why didn't Toni get it?"
"Don't know, honey!" he said, exasperated. "Here, ask her." He
practically shoved the the phone at his daughter.
"Hi, Momma!" Toni chimed. "Yes...yesssss, Momma. I'm taking care of
him...uh-huh...GOOD care of him, just like you said." With this, she looked
right into her father's eyes--and flashed the same gamin smile as her
mother!
She handed the phone back to Winston. "Here, Daddy," she said. "I'm
going to bed, now." He watched her ample backside jiggle in those damp,
pink panties as she skipped up the stairs.
"Now, honey, be careful," said Margo as they resumed their conversation.
"I think that girl got a little thing for her Daddy. I've seen the way she
looks at you when you're walking around in your underwear."
Winston had to laugh at that. He was no longer the stud he was back in
high school. Although he'd shaped up recently with a regimen of dumbbells
and sit-ups, he was still a far cry from the young thugs sniffing around
his daughter. "Margo, that girl ain't even *thinking* about her old man,"
he lied. "You're worrying over nothing."
"Uh-huh, yeah," she replied skeptically. "Just don't trip and let your
dick fall into her by accident. I'll call you Sunday morning. Love you,
honey!"
"Love you, too, baby," he said, then hung up the phone, letting out a
big sigh of relief.
"Baby girl," he said to himself, shaking his head. "We got to TALK."
* * *
Toni was already in the kitchen early Saturday morning when Winston came
down. She had on a big white tank top, with a strap hanging off one
shoulder. A good deal of cleavage was visible in the front. She was
quietly eating cereal, one hand in her lap, as her father got a bowl from
the cupboard, sat next to her, and poured himself some of the Capn'.
"Kitten, I want to talk to you about last night," he began. "Things got
a little out of hand."
"Umph," she said in reply. She kept her eyes on her cereal.
"Yeah. Uhhh," he continued, "I took advantage of you. I'm the adult
here--your father--and I knew better than to--to touch you like that, in
an
inappropriate way. So I don't want you blaming yourself."
She grunted. Maybe she was angry with him, thought Winston. Normally,
he would rub her shoulders or hug her. But after yesterday...
"If I hurt you in any way, honey, I'm sorry. You know you mean the
world to me. I love you so much, and I'd never do anything to--"
Suddenly, Toni began to shake in her seat. She dropped her spoon on the
linoleum as she pitched forward, bending her torso low over the table, her
mouth open in a silent scream, her almond eyes squeezed shut. After half
a
minute, she took a ragged gasp, then leaned back, her large, braless tits
heaving as she panted.
"Daaaaammmmnnnnn, that was GOOD!!" she finally managed. "I started
thinking about last night and I couldn't help myself. Here, Daddy, taste!"
She leaned over and shoved three of her fingers into his mouth. They
smelled of unwashed teen twat, marinated in fresh, sweet girl-cum. Despite
his apology, he gobbled her digits shamelessly. They dripped of his saliva
when she pulled them free.
"Yeahhhhh!" she said. "You like how I taste, don't you? Derrick
doesn't. Even after I sucked him off, he wouldn't lick me down there. I
think that's so unfair. Why are boys like that, Daddy?"
"Whoa, WHOA, baby girl," he croaked, finally coming to his senses.
"You're too young to be doing ANYTHING with Derrick! And--and you
shouldn't be doing anything with me, either."
Toni crossed her arms over her ebony melons and pouted. "But why?" she
asked. "If I liked it, and YOU liked it--"
Winston's dick plumped up to semi-hardness. "Yes, kitten," he grunted.
"I liked it. I liked it a lot. But you know what they call what we did,
honey. And you know I could go to jail for a long time if anyone found
out. Because it--it's WRONG, Toni. It's just wrong."
She thought hard for a long moment. Then she got up, walked over to her
father, and straddled his lap. He automatically reached up under her tank
top to cup her thick, firm ass--and discovered that she wore no panties!
She freed his rock-hard dick from his briefs and pressed it into the groove
of her wet, curly-haired snatch. She slid up and down slowly, slathering
the underside and the fat head of his cock with pearly pussy juice.
"If this is wrong, Daddy," she said breathlessly, as he suckled her
stiff, berry-sized nipples through her shirt, "then I'll be wrong for the
rest of my life."
He groaned into her bosom, smothering himself between her twin melons
as
his fingers dug into her ass, pulling her velvety quim tighter against his
throbbing prick. She hunched wildly against him for a minute, then
squealed in his ear as her orgasm took her. When he felt the warm flow of
her luscious cum coat his dick and balls, he roared in his own orgasm,
splashing hot white cream all over their torsos.
When it was all over, they kissed. Not as fathers and daughters do,
with a quick peck; but as lovers do, panting as their thick lips brushed
and nipped each other, tongues darting between them.
* * *
Later that afternoon, Winston was huffing and puffing while mowing the
backyard. The summer was turning out to be hot and humid, and their yard
was large. Barring heatstroke, he figured he'd be too exhausted to even
think about sex, let alone doing it with his frisky daughter.
That morning, it took everything he had after his orgasm to push her off
his lap. He was afraid that, despite his wife's warning, he was going to
end up balls-deep in his baby girl's hungry, chocolate twat before long.
After finishing half of the yard, he decided to rest on the deck, where
he'd placed a pitcher of iced tea. He'd guzzled about a glass and a half
before Toni peeked her head out of the sliding glass doors leading to the
dining room.
"Daddy, I've been invited me to a pool party," she said. "I'll be back
in a couple of hours."
Winston suddenly got a pang of something deep in his gut. He couldn't
quite place what it was. "Where is this party?" he asked.
"You know, Derrick's," she said, still leaning out of the door. "He
lives three houses down, remember?"
"Uh-huh," said her father, draining the rest of his glass. "And what're
you wearing to this pool party?"
His daughter's face suddenly flashed a quirky frown. "Oh," she said,
stepping out onto the deck, into full view. "Just this."
Winston dropped his glass. Luckily, it didn't break on the deck table.
Ice scattered everywhere as his jaw dropped to the deck floor.
Her braids were tied back in a white scrunchie. Big hoop earrings that
read "Baby Girl" across the middle adorned each ear. Between her ears and
her cleavage, that was ALL she wore. The shimmering-white bikini top,
itself, was nothing but two tiny triangles, already puffed out by Toni's
excited, berry-sized nipples and overwhelmed by the size and weight of her
tits. Succulent, ebony breast flesh squeezed out on all sides. Even her
large, dark areolae were peaking out from around the triangle edges.
Her white denim shorts were cut off high enough to show the tops of her
thighs and the bottoms of her asscheeks. They were slung low enough to
show ample hips and the thin, shimmering-white straps of her bikini
bottoms. Winston didn't have to see the back to know it was a thong.
Finishing the ensemble were white, spaghetti-strap sandals, with the straps
crisscrossing halfway up her calves.
Toni was "ghetto-fabulous". Her style was a common sight in their
neighborhood, especially during the summer, when all the hot young girls
learned the power of their bodies, and focused that power on the hot
hormonal boys. Even the men in the quiet little burb, driving home after
long days at work, fell sway to the switching hips and bouncing breasts of
the fresh teenaged talent strutting down the sidewalks. But this wasn't
just *any* girl. This was *his* girl! And it was obvious that her
"swimsuit" wasn't designed for swimming.
"Where," he finally said after long moments, "do you think you're going
dressed like THAT?"
"Just down the street!" she replied, crossing her arms. "It's just
three doors away, Daddy!"
"To Derrick's?" he asked. "To that boy's house, is that right?" The
pang grew hotter and more urgent in his gut. He knew, then, what it was,
something he hadn't felt since his own teen years: He was jealous! And
angry. And oh so very horny for the luscious flesh of his very own
daughter.
"Take it off," he snapped. "Take it ALL off! Right--fucking--now."
She flashed him that full-lipped gamin smile. "Right NOW, Daddy?" she
asked, both hands planted defiantly on her jaunty hips.
"Did I stutter?" Winston said. "You ain't grown yet, girl. I can still
turn you over my knee. And you ain't parading around town like some
little--"
"SLUT?" Toni finished, her voice pouring over him like rich honey. She
reached up to the front clasp of her bikini bra. "Do I look like a SLUT,
Daddy?" she continued as she popped the clasp and whipped off her top. Her
big, brown titties hardly drooped at all, but they swayed mightily across
her chest as she tossed the bra on the deck table. As her father stood
watching in mute shock, she unbuttoned her cutoffs and performed a slow
shimmy, switching her hips to and fro to work them off her hips and into
a
pile at her feet.
"If I LOOK like a slut," Toni said, grasping the straps of her thong,
"then I should ACT like one." She pulled up on the straps, yanking the thin
crotch of the thong firmly between her plump, moist pussy lips as she
turned around. Bending over slightly and thrusting her fat, succulent ass
in Winston's direction, she peeled the thong over her full, round cheeks,
down her thick thighs, and to the deck.
She picked up the thong and crumpled it into a little ball as she turned
back around to face her father. For the first time since she was six years
old, she stood before him completely naked. Sauntering over to him, she
took the ball of fabric and swabbed the sweat from his forehead, cheeks,
and neck. When she was done, she pulled open the waistband of his shorts
and stuffed in the thong, right next to his big, black, twitching cock.
Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Winston, softly, like the warm
summer breeze that swirled around them as they embraced, out in the open,
for all to see.
Their lips parted with a sticky smack. Toni turned and pranced back
into the house, giving her father a sassy backwards glance.
The hot pang washed all over Winston, then. He chuckled as he picked
up
his fumbled glass, refilled it with iced tea, and guzzled it down.
It'd been the kiss, he mused as he stepped inside, removing his clothes
as he went. The kiss had brought him back to his senses. Had he been a
wild, teenaged boy, he would've lost control over Toni's brazen display.
He'd have been no better than Derrick, he thought as he ascended the
staircase and made his way to the end of the hallway, to Toni's room. And
he was better than Derrick--MUCH better.
He pushed the door open and briefly admired his daughter's dark, juicy
ass as she stood at her dresser, rummaging around for another swimsuit.
The sight forced more blood into his raging prickmeat. Pre-cum oozed from
the bloated mushroom head and dripped on the plush carpet.
"Oh! Daddy!" she said when she finally turned around. "How long have
you...been..." Her words trailed off as she viewed her father's fully-nude
figure for the first time. He stepped to her as his long, pulsing dong
bridged the gap between them. Then he took her arms, pushed them behind
her, and crossed her wrists at the small of her back.
"We need to talk, baby girl," he said, pulling her to him. He softly
kissed her forehead, both eyelids, and the tip of her nose.
"But, Daddy--UUUMMppphh!" His deep, searching, soul-kiss cut her off.
She gasped as his lips brushed onto her cheek, paused to nibble her
earlobe, then burned a trail down her long neck and across her shoulder.
By the time her father's experienced mouth snared her diamond-hard left
nipple with a wet, swirling suck, she'd had two mini-orgasms. Winston
could tell by the way her taut torso spasmed against his fat dick, which
was pressed firmly between them.
He backed Toni to her four-poster bed and pushed her down. Her legs
splayed wide as she bounced on the bedsheets, revealing her soaked,
cream-filled snatch. Dropping to his knees, he pressed her chocolate
thighs up until they squashed her heaving breasts. Then his tongue snaked
in and out of her navel, eliciting a shuddering moan from her lips.
He nibbled and licked his way down her tummy to the top of her moist,
sticky honeypot. Her hot teen musk flared his nostrils. Pearly juice
bubbled out of her clasping hole, seeping down into the cleft of her ass.
Her dark, sweaty outer lips parted as he drew near, responding to his
steamy breath, revealing the sweet, pink meat inside. The thick nubbin of
her clit beckoned to him, growing larger before his very eyes.
Toni, propped up on her elbows, watched her father lick his lips like
a
ravenous wolf. "Daddy," she husked, as his mouth moved closer. "You--you
said we can't. R-Remember? Y-you said we c-can't--OOOHHHH!!!
UUHHhhnnngghhhhh..."
His tongue had taken one long, slow swipe, from her tangy asshole,
across the opening of her twat, up through the pink, quivering lips, and
ending at her surging clit. Then he'd gone back the way he came. At the
bottom of his stroke, he speared the tip into her tight, tangy sphincter,
his nose penetrating her pussy as his agile tongue rooted around inside
her. He let her ass muscles gently push him out as he glided up and
slithered deep into her wet, pulsing quim, giving it the same treatment as
his nose bumped the sensitive underside of her plump love-button.
Toni fell on the bed, her back arching in pleasure as her hands shot to
her father's head, holding it in place. She grunted as her breasts bobbled
with every ragged gasp, her hips snapping up as Winston devoured every inch
of her creaming snatch. How could he do it, she wondered as his long
tongue swirled in and out of her hot pussy, how could he put his mouth on
her down THERE? And how, she thought as her father's thick black lips
fastened onto her throbbing clit, HOW would she EVER live without it AGAIN?
Winston had wanted to use finesse on his nubile princess, show her his
devastating oral talents. But this was her first twatlapping; he'd have
other times to blow her mind with his skill. Besides, once he'd gotten a
thick, rich mouthful of her girlish cream right from the tap, he had to get
it all, gobbling her gash with wolfish abandon. Now that his belly was
full of her flow, he wanted to bring her off. His lips caught her aching
clitoral bud and sucked while the tip of his tongue flashed back and forth
across it. Her sweet hips jerked with each contact. Her hands pressed
against the back of his head harder, grinding his face into her.
"OOOoooHHHhhhh, SHHHhhhhiiiIITTTT," Toni moaned. "Shit shit SHIT,
DADDY, LICK IT...lick my p-pussyyyy...OOHHH!!! UUuuNNnGHHH!!!" Her tummy
muscles started to spasm uncontrollably. She couldn't believe how good her
Daddy's mouth felt, eating her all up like that! The strong scent of
pre-orgasmic pussy--HER pussy--filled the air. Her thighs flexed
powerfully, trying to close around her father's head, but he kept them
forced wide as his tongue continued to lash her steamy center.
"UUUgggnnNNHH," she groaned. "OOOHHH, Daddy, oh fuckkkk... oh fuck oh
fuck, Daddy, it feels so good...OHHH!!! OH
SHIITTTT--Ungh...UUUGHNNNHHH...FUCK DADDYYYY I'M
C-C-CCCCUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNN--"
That's when she screamed. Winston figured that Derrick, living three
houses away, could hear the girl cum. He held fast to her scissoring
thighs and bucking hips as the strongest orgasm of her young life
overwhelmed her. He mashed his face tightly into her gushing box, drinking
deep of her luscious sauce as he kept on licking and sucking, right through
her explosive peak and through several intense aftershocks.
Finally, she lay limp as a rag doll, her arms and legs spread wide in
total, submissive bliss, eyes half-closed, her breathing deep and easy.
He
stood, his chin dripping with her excess juices. A trickle of cream still
flowed from her teen slit into her asscrack and onto the bedsheets.
He grinned in satisfaction as he rolled his daughter over onto her
belly. He leaned on top of her, his hands reaching underneath to cup her
ripe tits, trapping her berry-sized nipples between his fingers. His
iron-hard prong found the cum-slick cleft of her big tail. He hunched into
her, his fat cock grinding up and down the length of her ass, his own
orgasm quickly approaching. Toni managed enough strength to push up
against her father, which spread her thick cheeks and intensified the
sensation as his dark dick sawed her sweaty ass channel.
"Boy ain't MAN enough to eat you like THAT," Winston hissed in his baby
girl's ear, "he ain't worth your TIME." And with a grunt, he, too,
exploded, filling her deep, dark crack with thick, steamy ropes of white
cum. He humped her until every last drop had escaped his heavy balls and
his urgent black stalk began to soften.
Toni collapsed onto the bed as Winston climbed off. She purred in
contentment, hardly able to move after the orgasm her Daddy had given her.
There was still Derrick's party to go to, but it didn't seem so important
then. Sleep was closing in on her fast.
"I'm glad," said her father as he watched his seed dry on her backside,
"we were able to have this little talk."
She was sound asleep before the bedroom door closed.
* * *
Toni did manage to leave for her party, about a half-hour later. She
dressed in a navy-blue Tankini that still showed off plenty of her curves,
but much more respectfully.
Winston finished mowing the lawn, invigorated by their session. Then
he
fired up the grill and threw on a couple of steaks he'd marinated for a
couple of days.
He had to sigh at his good fortune. Leaning back in his deck chair, a
beer in his hand, shades over his eyes, drinking in the sunshine in his
freshly-clipped backyard--this is what Father's Day was all about. And
having his bloated balls emptied constantly over the last two days by his
sweet, nubile daughter didn't hurt, either. Any guilt he'd felt yesterday
about their behavior had just about evaporated today.
In fact, he felt much closer to Toni than ever before. It wasn't in a
possessive way. She'd eventually find a young man that rocked her world
and she'd marry him. But in the meantime, he could guide her and show her
how a man ought to treat a woman--and how a woman should show her
appreciation. They could both use this new openness between them to their
mutual advantage.
It was about that time that Toni slammed open the front door. She'd
barely been gone ninety minutes. He jumped up and bolted inside, almost
stumbling to the foyer.
"Whoa, hey, baby!" Winston said. "You break that door, you pay for it,
hear?"
Antoinette Marlene Bell was fuming. Her father could almost see the
steam rising from her tender skin. But she managed to quietly close the
door behind her. "Um," she said after a few seconds, "hi, Daddy." She
stood defiantly, her arms crossed, hips cocked to one side, lips pouted.
Winston felt his nature beginning to rise at the sultry sight.
"I know you don't want to talk about it," he said. "Just tell me one
thing: do I got to go out and bust somebody's head open?"
She laughed gently, then, shaking her head. Her thin braids, no longer
held back by the scrunchie, flew all over. "No," she said. Then she
caught the scent of the steaks. "You grillin'?" she asked.
"Grillin' and chillin'," he answered, which got another laugh out of his
girl, along with a roll of her eyes. He walked out to the deck, took the
steaks off, put each one on a plate, and placed them on the dining room
table inside. "We're ready to grub, if you want. And we might as well get
comfortable."
With that, he stripped all the way down, letting the a/c cool his 5'9"
frame. Toni was speechless for the second time that day as her father's
heavy chocolate dong rose to half-mast.
"Why don't you get out of those wet things and come eat," Winston said,
smiling warmly at his daughter.
The hypnotic bobbing of her Daddy's big dick filled her vision as she,
also, stripped, leaving her damp Tankini in a heap. She was hungry, all
right, but for a different kind of steak. Winston began to forget about
dinner, too, as she watched his daughter, wide hips switching and heavy
breasts swaying, as she sat next to him and kissed him on the cheek. They
sat very close, knees touching, and ate in silence as they watched each
other between fork-fulls.
Toni observed her father's fat mushroom head thump against the glass
tabletop's underside. It made her moist between her soft thighs. Winston
noticed her stiff, berry-sized nipples resting on the edge of the tabletop.
A bit of steak sauce dripped on her chest and ran down slowly into her deep
cleavage.
They left their dishes on the table when they were done and moved to the
living room sofa, taking care to spread a sheet over the butter-soft, white
leather. Neither of them wanted to give Margo any reason to bitch them out
when she returned tomorrow night.
"So, kitten," said Winston, picking up the remote and clicking on their
36" high-definition TV. "What got you so upset?"
She sighed while tucking herself under his arm. "Derrick," she said
venomously.
"I figured," he chuckled, stroking her head. "What'd the knucklehead
do?"
She spread her fingers on his broad chest. "I'm swimming with Taquanda
and Nikki, right?" she started. "And Derrick calls me over, asks me to go
upstairs to his room. So I said, 'okay.'"
Winston was surprised when his cock, which had softened somewhat,
plumped up at his daughter's explanation. So was Toni, who admired her
father's fat tool through hooded eyes.
"We go up there, right?" she continued, "And I sat on his bed. Then he
whips out his dick and tells me to suck it. So I said, well, okay, I
will--but you got to lick me first. He says, 'lick you where?' So I pulled
off my bottoms and spread my legs. 'Right *here*,' I said. And the negro
had the nerve to LAUGH, Daddy! He said, 'I don't eat nothing that I can't
chew.' So I put on my bottoms and told him, 'Fuck YOU, then, beeAATCH!' And
I walked OUT on his lame ass."
"But you're okay now?" Winston asked. His thick prong was reaching
above his navel, just a few inches below her caressing hand.
"Oh, yeahhhhh," Toni answered. "He missed out on some good stuff." Then
she moved her hand down, wrapping her small fingers around Winston's
diamond-hard shaft. "Now, if his dick has been like *this*," she added,
her voice honey-sweet, "maybe I would've sucked it, anyway." Her index
finger traced down it's long length to the base. She felt her pussy lips
grow sticky with her arousal.
Her father groaned at his baby girl's satin touch. "Maybe, huh?" he
husked.
"Yeah. Just maybe." She leaned down and gave his big cockhead a big,
wet smooch. "Besides, I just wanted to see if Derrick could lick me the
way you did. That's all I could think about at the party...how you made
me
cum all over your face." She started to slick her hand up and down her
father's twitching prick.
He thrust his hips into her stroke, letting her fist-fuck him. Pre-cum
bubbled from the tip. "It takes practice, honey," he grunted. "And I'm
good at it because I like to do it. I love how pussy melts in my mouth,
and I love making women cum. That's how I got your mother. None of the
other fools sniffing around her wanted to go pearl-diving, but once I
curled my tongue into her snatch, your mother never let me go." They both
laughed at that.
Toni smeared the pre-cum down Winston's stalk and began to jerk in
earnest. He didn't want to know where she'd learned to give awesome
handjobs.
"I know Momma loves it," she confessed. "I watch you two fuck all the
time. I push the door open when you're licking her, you guys never notice.
Even when you're trying to be quiet." She giggled. "But how does she take
this big ole thing so deep inside her? It sounds like you're killing her,
sometimes. And the way she cums..." Her eyes glazed at the thought. Hot
teen cream flowed heavily from her swollen slit, soaking her inner thighs.
Her nipples felt as big as marbles as she raked them back and forth across
her father's hairy arm.
Winston didn't know where he found the strength to do it, but he managed
to reach down and pull his daughter's sticky fingers off his prick. He
took a deep breath to calm himself, letting his shaft lose some of its
hardness so he could think straight.
"Toni," he began, "are you a virgin, honey?"
She pushed herself up with a sigh, then laid back, resting her head on
the opposite arm of the sofa and placing her feet in her Daddy's lap.
"Well, yes, technically," she answered, biting her lower lip.
"Technically?" said Winston, a cold rush tapping the base of his spine.
"You're going to have to explain that, baby girl."
"Even if Momma told me I shouldn't?" Her tiny feet trapped his cock
between them as her knees lazily closed and opened, giving her father quick
glimpses of her glistening twat.
"Momma ain't here," he said, fighting his growing arousal. "Now spill
it."
"Wellllll," she breathed, "it happened about two years ago. One
morning, while you and Momma were out shopping, I was playing in your
bedroom--"
"SNOOPING, you mean," Winston corrected. He knew the girl went through
their things all the time; she was sloppy about hiding her activities.
They took extra care to keep certain things secure.
"I was PLAYING," she continued, rolling her eyes, "and my hand bumped
something sticking out from under the mattress. I pulled it out--and it
was this big, black rubber dick! I got all wet looking at it, and I had
to
rub it on my pussy, just to see how it felt. Well, I was rolling around
with it on the bed, and the head was so big. I wanted to see if it would
fit in me, you know, just push it in a little. It had a big suction cup
on
the bottom, so I put it on Momma's vanity chair and tried sitting on it.
I
pushed real hard, Daddy, REAL hard, and then it--"
Winston's eyes widened as his daughter grimaced, reaching both hands
between her thighs and closing them tight. He could only imagine the pain
as the dildo invaded her virgin quim, tearing mercilessly through her
maidenhead.
"It hurt SOOOO bad, Daddy," she said, remembering how she'd accidentally
popped her own cherry. "And I was bleeding, like it was the first day of
my period. But that stopped after a little while, and so did the pain.
Then I got scared! I washed the sheets in cold water and stuffed them in
the dryer. I got them back on the bed just when you were pulling into the
driveway!"
He thought a moment, arching one eyebrow while stroking his goatee.
"What did you do with the dildo?"
Toni blushed furiously. "I forgot all about it. Momma found it on the
floor when she went upstairs. When you went out that afternoon to play
golf, she jumped on me about it. She ended up giving it to me."
"Aaaahhh," he said. He'd wondered what happened to that first rubber
cock. One of his wife's friends knew of a local craftsman who made a cast
of her husband's thick dick. She couldn't wait to get Winston's done the
same way, and used the fake tool regularly when he went out of town on
business. But a couple of months later, she pressed him to have another
one made; she told him she'd "worn out" the first one. The second one,
chocolate-brown in color, she still owned. It was locked away somewhere
in
the house. Even he didn't know where it was.
But he was amused to know that, indirectly, it'd been *his* cock that
first parted the quivering walls of his daughter's tight young pussy.
Toni's feet playfully batted his long, stiff rod between them, breaking
his reverie. "Earth to Daddy," she said. "You went away for a minute.
Where'd you go?"
He laughed. "I'll tell you one day, kitten," he said.
"Well, whatever you were thinking about," she said, "it got you hard.
I
mean, REAL hard." She licked her plump lips. Her father's big black prong
looked enormous. Her knees opened wide and spread the dripping petals of
her young pussy, exposing the pinkness to his eyes. Her fingers scratched,
plucked and twisted her rock-hard nipples. She could smell her own juices,
musky-sweet and strong, as they seeped out of her slit.
"Any boys been inside that hot little box of yours?" Winston asked
throatily. Watching Toni tease herself made him dizzy. He was about ready
to dive face-first into that twat.
"Nope," she answered in that honey-sweet way. "No one. I'm saving it
for someone special." She giggled, almost like her mother. "I don't even
use the dildo much anymore. It's too big. I can only get two or three
inches of it in."
"Oh, yeah?" her father said, his eyes brightening. "You need to learn
how to use it. Where is it?"
She blushed mightily again. "It's under my mattress."
"Be right back." He sprung off the sofa and bounded up the stairs, his
massive cock bobbing before him. A couple of minutes later, he returned
with the jet-black fake prick, holding it up to his own just a foot in
front of her.
"Look familiar?" he said, grinning widely.
She gasped in sudden recognition. "Omigosh," she whispered. Her pussy
scent grew stronger.
Winston knelt next to the sofa, drawing the dildo close to Toni's hot
mouth. "Now, rubber," he instructed with a hushed voice, "needs to get
good and slick. Lubricant helps, but if you're in a hurry, saliva works
real well. You got to use a lot of it, though. Open wide."
She dutifully parted her thick lips. He pushed it in about two inches;
just the sight of her mouth engulfing the proxy dong made his dick jerk
against the front of the leather couch.
"Now, suck."
Toni performed as she did the day before, raw and wildly. He could tell
her teeth were raking the rubber sides. "Hold up, girl," he said, pulling
the dildo free with a slight pop. "I know you do alright on them boys out
there. But meat THIS size takes a little care. Make sure your teeth don't
touch the sides. And don't be prim and proper. Get some SLOBBER on it,
it
needs to get WET."
She squinched up her face. "Ewwww, Daddy!" she said, shocked. "That's
NASTY."
Winston swept one hand up her soft thighs and plunged two fingers into
her moist, tight box. "Sex *is* nasty, baby," he husked, twisting his
digits and spreading them apart inside her, making her moan. "Things get
messy. Things make noise, and things smell funky." His fingers pulled free
with a slurp, dripping with fresh, tangy girl cream. He licked some off,
then smeared the rest of it on the dildo. "GOOD sex is nasty. Now, get
busy. Get some SPIT on it."
This time, Toni sucked the rubber dong with relish. She wasn't used to
holding her mouth so wide, but the prick slid in easier and deeper. Her
tongue didn't have a lot of room to play, but she could massage the
underside of the fat mushroom cap and savor her own juices on it. She
briefly closed her eyes and imagined her plush lips wrapped around her
Daddy's surging cock, his hips slowly fucking her eager mouth. Drool began
to bubble around the dildo's slippery edges.
"Yeah, there we go," said her father, gently pulling it free from his
daughter's hungry maw. "NOW it's ready. Spread your knees wide. Better
yet, pull them back on your chest. Yessssss, that's it," he said as Toni
obeyed, splaying her swollen twat and exposing her clasping hole. He
placed the slick cockhead on her entrance, watched as her labia gently
folded over it. "Ready?"
She nodded, biting her lower lip. "SSSsssssSSSSssss," she hissed as
Winston eased the big fake dick into her. The mushroom head passed the
muscular ring of her opening with a soft pop. Oh, it was big, so big, and
she was creaming freely all around it. "More, Daddy," she groaned. "I'm
a
big girl. I can take it, give me more, PLLEEEaaaASSSEE, Daddyyyy..."
"Take it easy, honey," he said, working the dildo's head against the
sugary walls of his baby girl's tight quim. "We got all night." His other
hand roamed up her twisting torso to tweak her stiff, dark nipple, plucking
at it as she arched her back, trying to shove her full tit into his hand.
Then he pushed steadily on the jet-black dong. It glided in two more
inches, smooth as silk up Toni's churning twat. He leaned down and took
a
quick suck of her turgid clit, taking time to run his tongue all around the
sticky pussy. Her full hips bucked as she had a mini-orgasm. The tender
inner walls spasmed around the dildo, squeezing out slick, whitish cream
with a small, squishing sound. Winston eagerly slurped up her sweet, teen
cum.
"Its a lot different when someone else is doing it for you, isn't it?"
he said, caressing her softly.
"OOooHHhh, FUCK," Toni squeaked. Her hips rotated, churning her pussy
around the fat fake cock. She looked down to see how far it was buried in
her. It was in as far as she'd ever pushed it, and she knew this was it.
Her crotch was soaked, and the dildo was streaked with her thick twat lube.
It would go deeper this time, much deeper. She gritted her teeth and
stared directly into her Daddy's hungry eyes.
Winston simply nodded as he pulled the false prick out until only the
head remained embedded within her young box. Then he slipped it back in,
slowly and deeply while thumbing her stiff clit. Toni threw her head back
and released her thighs. The fingers of one hand dug into the back of the
sofa while the other clawed her father's shoulder. The breath caught in
her throat as her toes curled with the intense pleasure of penetration.
She was so full! She half expected the dildo's head to pop out of her
mouth.
Just when she thought she couldn't take another millimeter, her father
reversed course and drew it from her depths. She'd only managed to take
a
breath or two before he pounded it back in. She gasped, tensing as Winston
fucked her tight quim with a hard, steady rhythm while still strumming her
thickened clit. The room began to spin. Something that sounded like words
spilled from her plump lips, but she no longer cared what they were. But
they excited her father to no end.
"Oh, dammmnnnn, Daddy, DAMMNNN," she babbled. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me
FUCCCKKKKK!! It's so deep, so good, so FUCKIN GOOODDDDD--oh shit shit
SHITTT! UuNNGGHHgggHH..."
Winston chuckled softly. As wet and slick as she was, he'd only been
able to work six inches into her. Still, that was three inches more than
she'd ever managed on her own. He twisted the phony cock clockwise inside
her as he slurped her heaving tit, bothering the hard, dark nipple with his
tongue and teeth.
That was enough to set Toni off like a bomb. Her tummy quaked with
spasms as growls and grunts rumbled from her breast. Her eyes were screwed
shut and her mouth opened wide as the orgasm blasted her belly. Winston
couldn't move the dildo either in or out as her creaming teen pussy clamped
down on it, rippling along it's length. Her nails raked his flesh, drawing
blood. He winced, the pain bringing joy as his daughter writhed before him
in sexual ecstacy.
Just as the last spasm wracked her tender body, the doorbell rang!
Winston jumped up and hopped into a pair of shorts. Toni, still dizzy,
yanked the dildo from her sloppy twat, rolled off the sofa, and scrambled
up the stairs. Her father cracked open the front door as she reached the
top step.
A tall, lanky, redboned boy stood there on his porch. Kid must've been
at least 6'3", thought Winston. A soggy towel was draped over his neck,
and baggy, red swim trunks covered his bottom. The boy sported cornrows
and a scraggly tuft of hair on his chin.
"YEAH?" Winston growled in his best "Dad" voice. "Hell YOU want, son?"
"Mr. Bell, I'm looking for Antoinette," he said nervously, although he
towered over the older man.
"Uh-huh," he replied, stroking his goatee. "You Derrick?"
"Yes, sir."
"My baby girl, she came home all upset. You know that, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"So what the hell you WANT, son?"
"I--I just wanted to tell her--"
"Spit it OUT, son, ain't got all day."
"Iwantedtosay--"
Suddenly, the window upstairs slid open. Toni's head, with a white
towel wrapped around her hair, popped out of it.
"Daddd-yyyy!" she called down. "Stop it!"
Winston crossed his arms with a huff and waited, looking the boy up and
down.
"I just got out of the shower, Derrick," she said. "What do you want?"
"Well," he began, "I got to thinking about--about what you said, at the
party. A-And you're right, I wasn't being fair." The boy started to blush,
his light skin turning red. "So, you know, I'm sorry for--well, you know,
I'm sorry. And I thought maybe we could talk about it. So, um," he said,
glancing over to her father, "can I call you later?"
She frowned up a little. "Sure, you can *call* me."
"Are you gonna ANSWER the phone if I do?" he asked. Winston almost
laughed. Boy already had some experience with girls.
"Yeah," she said coyly. "AND I'll talk. Let me go finish my hair,
okay? Bye, D." And the window closed.
Derrick let out a big breath. "Thanks, Mr. Bell," he said.
"Uh-huh," Winston said. "Looka here, boy: you showed a lot of balls
coming to my house to apologize, so you're one-up in my book. But next
time, if Toni comes home again crying after something you did or said, I'ma
come LOOKIN' for you. You get me?"
The younger man gulped. "Yes, sir."
"Now get on outta here."
Winston wiped his brow as he closed the door. Damn, that'd been close.
In fact, he didn't let the boy inside because he could still smell hot
pussy wafting in the air. He followed that tangy scent to his daughter's
room, who was grinning broadly as he walked in. She whipped the towel from
her head, her braids tumbling onto her shoulders and down her back.
"You okay, kitten?" he asked. She lept into his arms, her bare,
bobbling breasts flattening on his shirtless chest.
"I will be, once my legs stop shaking," she said with a laugh. "Came
so
fucking HARD, Daddy! I couldn't breathe at one point. Shhiiitttt. You
shouldn't have shown me how to do THAT, I'll never get my homework done,
now!"
He held her at arms length and gave her a peck on the lips. "Like hell
you won't, baby girl," he said. "I'll make sure of that."
Toni glanced down. Her father's big cock was crowding his shorts,
again. "Hmmm, you're right," she said. "In fact, I have some homework to
do right NOW." She yanked his shorts down to his ankles, and immediately
popped the head of his long, dark root into her hungry mouth.
Winston instantly noticed the difference between this knob job and the
one from the previous evening. No teeth, all lip and tongue, and his cock
was coated from head to base with warm drool. He threw his head back and
groaned in surrender as his daughter slobbered and sucked on his black
bone.
"Daammmmnnn, you learn fast, baby girl," he growled. "Yeahhh, suck that
big dick...like that shit, don't you, sucking your Daddy's dick, UUUNgggHH,
yeahhh, I KNOW you do, f-f-uuuuucckkkk, I know *I* do...ungh. Shittt, baby
girl, SSsssSSSSs...g-gettin' close, keep sucking, yeah yeah YEAH, just LIKE
THAT--oh oH OH FUUUUCCCKKKKKK--!"
As Winston exploded between her beestung lips, Toni wasn't worried about
her throat being flooded with cum. Her father was handsome and virile--but
he was also *old*, and this *was* his third load of cream that day. She'd
worn his biggest load underneath her Tankini bottoms that afternoon, and
let it wash away in her boyfriend's backyard pool. This one was sweet and
small, and instead of swallowing it, she held it in her mouth. She sucked
hard while pumping on his softening shaft, making sure she got out every
last drop. Then she rose up, wrapped her arms tightly around Winston's
neck, and kissed him--pushing his own cum into his mouth at the same time.
He fought her for a wild moment, as the hot, viscous fluid coated his
teeth and gums. But when he didn't keel over dead from eating his own
semen, he kissed her back with equal fervor, their tongues dueling for the
last vestiges of cream. Finally, they parted, breathless and spent.
"That was nasty," Winston said, wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand.
Toni laughed. "Hey, YOU said GOOD sex was nasty, remember?" she teased.
"You made me taste myself. Thought you'd like to taste *yourself*." She
smiled sweetly. "Didn't you like it, Daddy?"
The phone rang, then. She checked the caller id. "Oh, it's just
Derrick." She crossed her arms as the phone rang four more times before
clicking over to voicemail.
"Boy must've ran home to call you," her father said.
"I know," Toni replied with a broad grin, as the phone rang again. This
time she picked it up on the second ring. "Hello? Oh, hi, Derrick," she
said with a disinterested tone. "What? I'm still drying my hair." A
pause. "Wellll...I guess I can talk for a hot minute." She covered the
receiver and mouthed the word "GO!" to her father before resuming her
conversation.
Winston pulled his shorts up while shaking his head. He knew he'd lost
his daughter for the rest of the night.
Boys and girls never change, he mused as he left the room and headed
downstairs to clean up. Had it been that way when he and his wife were
teens? Oh, yeah, he remembered with a chuckle. When Margo was fifteen,
he'd stretched her little twat at least twice a week. He'd been blessed
with the biggest teen dick in the neighborhood, and Margo, experienced
beyond her years, taught him how to use it.
In fact, there'd been rumors floating around about how she'd gotten that
experience, about how "close" she and her father were. He'd chalked it up
to jealousy, because Margo rarely went a day without a dick up her
snatch--even if it meant seducing some of the sex-starved husbands in town
to get it. Winston wasn't mad at her. Some of the town wives got his
young black rod on a regular basis, too. They'd both slowed down once they
married and had Toni. But they were still getting propositioned for their
"services", so they'd moved several states away to this quiet little burb.
He plopped his tired ass on the sofa, picking up the remote in one hand,
and an ice-cold beer in the other. A yawn rumbled out of his chest, his
eyelids already heavy from the day's events. A Viagra commercial flickered
onto the screen. There were a couple of samples upstairs in the medicine
cabinet.
If his Father's Day surprise was going to be anything like the last two
days, he thought, maybe he'd better go pop a few.
* * *
Toni found her father sprawled on the sofa early the next morning. He
definitely wasn't an attractive sight. Dried drool on one corner of his
mouth. Two day's worth of stubble on his head and face. And he smelled
a
little stale, from a peculiar mixture of sweat, charcoal smoke, and twat
cream.
But there was one thing that always looked good on him: his thick, dark
prong, which was sticking out the top of his shorts. She leaned over and
gave the fat head a quick kiss, fighting the impulse to suck it and swallow
his first load of the day. Instead, she shook him awake.
"Daddy!" she called. "Wake up! Wake UP, Daddy!"
Winston groaned like a wounded lion, hissing as the light flooded into
his opening eyes. "What, Toni?" he asked, his voice craggy. "Why you
waking me up, girl? I was sleeping good..."
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!" she shouted.
He groaned. "Damn, girl," he said, "THAT'S why you should be letting
me
sleep!"
"But if I do," she said mysteriously, standing there in one of her
mother's oversized nightshirts, "you'll miss the big surprise! Now, what
do you want for breakfast?"
He sat up, scratching his chest. The nightshirt was way too big on her,
but he liked the way it hung off one shoulder, revealing her cleavage.
"Eggs," he replied, looking her over like she was bacon, "over easy.
Pancakes. And sausage. With coffee." He paused. "Please, kitten?" he
added.
"Anything you want, Daddy," she beamed and headed off toward the
kitchen.
That smile alone was worth any missed sleep, Winston thought happily.
He tucked his hard-on back inside his shorts and puttered around the house
while breakfast was being prepared. He washed the drool off his face,
brushed his teeth, and got that long, first-morning piss out of the way.
By the time Toni called out, he felt almost human again.
They ate and chatted heartily, delighting in this new stage of their
relationship. Toni talked about Derrick and gossiped about the exploits
of
her girlfriends, Taquanda and Nikki. He knew they were both hot-assed, but
he'd view them in a whole different light from then on. Winston spoke of
her mother, Margo, and how things had been for them over the last twenty
years. Toni gained a healthy respect for her parents' love for each other,
and was surprised how much they still fucked! Maybe growing old wasn't so
bad, she thought, with the right person.
After breakfast, Toni cleared the dishes, taking the time to rinse them
and place them in the dishwasher. "More coffee, Daddy?" she asked, as she
returned to the table.
"Sure, honey," he replied.
"With more cream?"
"That's the only way I like it, honey."
"I know," she said with a mischievous giggle. She moved his coffee mug
out of the way and perched her thick ass on the edge of the table. Her
ankles found their way to Winston's shoulders, and her nightshirt rode up
to her waist, revealing her moist, pantiless pussy.
"Now, I got plenty of cream in there, Daddy," she said, "but I don't
think the coffee's going to fit." She used her heels like spurs, urging her
father to dip down and sample her fresh, early-morning twat sauce.
Winston smiled and lowered his face to his daughter's creaming quim.
She'd obviously showered earlier, as she smelled more of herbal body wash
than musky, unwashed teen. He swept his tongue on the edges of her left
outer labia and she gasped. Savoring her sweet flavor, he knew then he was
going to make this last and treat his baby girl to some expert
pussylicking.
His hands reached under her and grasped a firm asscheek in each. Then
his tongue dug in, running up the groove between her dark outer and pink
inner lips. At the crest, it lightly skimmed over her clit, still hiding
under its hood, then glided down the other side before delving softly into
her bubbly pussy, lapping the cream from the tight inner walls. Then he
pulled back, licking his lips and kissing the insides of her soft,
chocolate thighs, which were just beginning to quiver.
Toni's hips rolled as she tried to get more of her father's mouth on
her. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as her father teased
her. "C'mon, Daddy," she moaned. "G-Get that cream. I know you w-want
it. Lick it out of me, p-please. PLEASE, Daddy."
Winston grinned, lowering his face to her simmering snatch until she
could feel his hot breath whisper across her pubes. "Now, now, baby," he
said, "see this right here?" He gave her clit a quick suck; her back
arched, hungry for more. "This is your little Man in the Boat," he
continued. "And the Man ain't happy until the deck of his boat is nice and
clean. Now, ask me to swab your deck, honey."
Toni groaned. She kicked her heels on her father's broad back. "FUCK,
Daddy, eat me!" she said. Her pussy was spasming lightly in anticipation;
she couldn't remember ever being this horny! She could feel her juices
dripping out of her tender twat and soaking her assring. "Eat me eat me
EAT ME!"
He chuckled. "Ask me to swab your deck, Toni, and I'll do it all you
want," he breathed. He hoped she agreed soon, because her spicy snatch was
getting to him. His resistance was starting to bend as his mouth began to
seriously water.
"D-DO it," she said throatily, blushing as she spoke. "SWAB my DECK,
Daddy, lick the bitch ALL UP, SWAB it--OH! OOHHHH!! Oh, F-FUUuccCCKKK--"
Winston's tongue blazed the same trail as before, running the groove
clockwise between his teen daughter's twitching lips. Then he reversed
course, making several circles before swirling into her inner pinkness.
He
laved the juicy flesh over and over, pulling her tangy twat hard into his
face as her legs flailed over his back. She groaned in orgasm before he
even touched her clitoris.
He reached up and parted her thighs wide. "Ahh," he said, "look at
that!"
Toni sat up again, ignoring the little twitch in her tummy. Her clit
stood up like a large, pink pearl, bigger than she'd ever seen it before!
She panted as her father's eyes raked over it like a stalking puma.
"See?" he said, his goatee soaked with his saliva and her juices. "The
Man in the Boat is happy. REAL happy."
"Then KISS HIM, Daddy!" she shouted. "KISS that fucker real good for
me, kiss him kiss him KISS
him--AAAHGKKKkkkhhh...unnnghh...UUUuunnNNnGGHHH--"
Winston dove in, sucking, licking, and lapping Toni's defenseless clit
bud. The table rocked with her exertions as her body twisted and bucked
of
its own volition. She roared into one orgasm after another, pouring her
cream into her father's big black mouth.
"Oh, damn. DAMMMNNNNN," she hissed, as one final spasm built up in her
loins. "C-Can't--breathe--oooHHhhHHh m-my GODDDDDD, DAD-DYYYY, LICK
it...lick it ALL UP, just l-like you lick M-Momma--UNNGH! UNNNnnGGHHHH!
OH--OH SHHHIIIIIITTTTT--"
Winston didn't hear the scream. Toni's thighs overpowered his hands and
clamped around his ears, as she ground her gushing twat all over his face.
Although he had no air, he kept tongue-lashing her quim throughout this
most powerful cum. After about a minute, her legs and arms fell away and
his baby girl lay sprawled on the table, gasping for breath. He joined her
as fresh oxygen rushed into his lungs, staving off the dizziness he was
beginning to feel.
Toni sat up when the kitchen stopped spinning. Her father licked his
chops, the licked the dew running out of her cooling box. She reached up
with unsteady hands and pushed his head away.
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