But then Debby drew back.
Neglected for a moment, his prick jerked alarmingly. His cockhead was gleaming atop the thick cockstalk.
"Wanna come, Daddy?" the minx whispered.
"Yeah – yeah," he croaked.
"Wanna come in my mouth?"
"Oh my God – yes, Debby! Oh, shit!" Frank wailed, abandoned to lust, his mind and body dazed so that only his fiery prick seemed to have substance.
Debby, naughty little teenager that she was, knew damned well that erotic words enhanced the action. Gazing bewitchingly at her father, she said: "I'll swallow your hot, thick fuck-juice, Daddy – ooooh – I'm hungry for your cum!"
But although the horny little cock-sucker was yearning for a bellyful of jism, she was in no hurry for that creamy conclusion. Debby liked to linger over a leisurely mouthful of cockmeat before she got to drink the slimy rewards. With a skill that manifested plenty of previous experience, Debby began to vary her oral technique.
Tilting her head, so that his prick skimmed up her cheek, she leaned down and lapped at his balls. She kissed and sucked on those precious balls that were soon going to feed her such a succulent load. His cock slid up and down her cheek as Frank humped. Cum glistened in her hair. She licked up his cocklance with long, flattened tongue-strokes, fluttering her lapper at the underside of his cock-knob at the top. She crossed her tongue back and forth against the swollen vein that seamed the under-side of his cockrod, going up and down, licking his hairy balls at the base and his crown at the top.
Jism poured from his cleft and trickled down his prickshaft. She tongued it up greedily, her saliva replacing it. She leaned back again, savoring his cock slime on her taste buds. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed. She whimpered, her appetite whetted by that first taste.
"Do I do it as good as Mom?" she whispered.
Frank, looking haunted by his horniness, frowned. "How – how do you know?" he rasped.
"That Mom blows you?" Debby said. Her grin was devilish. "Shit, Daddy – she blows the mailman, and the guy that walks our dog, too."
A strangled cry burst from Frank's lips and his prick pounded like a jackhammer. He stared at his daughter. Had she merely said that to excite him, or was it true? Was his dear wife in the habit of giving indiscriminate blow-jobs to all and sundry? It was a thing to ponder.
But later.
At the moment Frank could think of only one thing – emptying his bloated balls into his pretty daughter's mouth!
CHAPTER TWO
The dog – the walker of which might or might not be getting sucked off by Frank's wife – was a large, black Alsatian named Rex. At the moment, Rex was standing in the hallway outside the kitchen, hoping some human would come along and feed him. His glossy coat was so dark that the brute looked like a three-dimensional shadow. Out of that ebony shadow gleamed bright amber eyes, and a moist red tongue lolled from the side of his jaw. He was a formidable and handsome beast, both family pet and guard dog – and more. Jennifer usually fed him, and with her away, Frank and Debby – preoccupied at the moment – had neglected him this morning.
Rex was hungry and he whined, waiting patiently by the kitchen door. But then he cocked his big, blunt head, one ear pricked up, a curious look in his eyes. His black nostrils twitched as he sniffed. The brute rumbled softly in his throat, all thoughts of food fading away. It wasn't dog food that the beast had scented.
The hot fragrance of Debby's pussy was wafting from the front room and pouring down the hallway to Rex's sensitive nose.
And that was specialized doggy food.
Rex sniffed again, nostrils flaring wide. His long, wet tongue began to dribble with slobber. His shaggy tail swished behind him and the muscles in his powerful flanks began to quiver and tremble.
Rex knew that tangy aroma well.
His balls began to swell and his big prick started to ripple, lengthening and hardening.
The fragrant stream reaching his nose was getting richer and spicier as the naughty little nymph got hotter and hornier, and Rex whimpered with anticipation. He sidestepped away from the kitchen door and turned down the hallway. His thick black cock sheath snapped upright and the slick red meat of his naked cockhead came sliding slowly from the hairy sheath. His balls had swollen so huge by this time that his hind legs were almost bowed around them, and his cock loomed out so far that the cock-knob pulsed under his brawny chest.
His head thrust out like a pointer indicating a concealed partridge and then, like a retriever, the big doggy padded off towards the prey he had scented, following the fragrant trail of pussy aroma.
He pushed his head around the doorjamb and peered into the front room, wriggling and wagging his tail eagerly in expectation of a dog yummy.
Across the room, his master was sprawled back in a chair, his legs parted and extended, his heels drumming against the carpet as his thigh muscles jerked. Curled up on the floor at his feet, the young mistress of the household was happily tonguing the flaring head of her daddy's prick.
Rex hesitated. Being only a dumb brute, he knew no such emotions as envy or jealousy, yet the canine equivalent caused his tongue to tingle and his cock to throb. He was tempted to bound into the room, yet sensed that the master might not welcome his presence. Although a whole howling pack of horny hounds might rush in pursuit of a bitch in heat, she could accommodate them only one at a time. And Debby, quite obviously, was already spoken for. And yet her cunt, from where that delightful aroma spread so tantalizingly, was unoccupied. It was a puzzlement to the dog, although he knew from happy experience that human bitches were far more inventive and imaginative and adaptable than the canine bitches.
So Rex hesitated. But his prick was thundering, his tongue slobbering. Warily and nervously, he moved into the room and began to slink up on the girl. His haunches were lowered, as if he were sneaking up on a juicy bunny – but no bunny had ever been as juicy as Debby's pussy.
And, although wary of his master, Rex had an advantage. Being only an animal, Rex had no idea that bestiality was naughty. To Rex, fucking was the most natural thing in the world, and he advanced without inhibition…
Debby had been using only her tongue, to begin with, licking up and down her daddy's long, thick cockshaft, tonguing his bloated balls and slurping on his cock-knob. His piss hole continued to ooze with pre-cum and the cum-hungry teenager lapped it up greedily, murmuring with the joy of it. His whole cock was slippery with her frothy saliva. His jism ran into that wet fluid, thicker and creamier, and Debby eagerly tongued it up as it ran down his prick.
Then she licked up to the tip of his cock and turned her radiant face down. She pushed the tip of her tongue right up into his piss hole, causing Frank to jerk and gasp.
Debby was in seventh heaven. The naughty little girl had been yearning to suck her father's cock for a long time now. More and more as time went by, she had fantasized about her daddy in those delicate, intimate moments when she shoved her fingers up her fuck-hole and creamed on her hand. She envied her mother a steady supply of his cock and cum, often thinking about the two of them fucking while she frigged her pussy to a froth. She had even given a few interesting thoughts to her mother's juicy cunt, especially when she was licking her own pussy-soaked fingers. It had taken her some time to get her courage worked up enough to actually approach Frank – and the opportunity afforded now, by her mother's absence.
Now she was licking his prick and loving it – and determined she would get him to fuck her cunt, as well. He might be reluctant to go that far, but Debby knew that if she got him hot enough, anything was possible.
And Debby knew how to make a guy hot.
Or a dog, come to that.
Kissing her father's cockhead, Debby let her lips slowly part around it, feeding the throbbing purple slab into her mouth.