0 comments/ 151453 views/ 16 favorites Fire in the Hole! Ch. 1 By: MsLech Author's Note: This story is based on a series of true incidents. Names and location have been changed for obvious reasons. Literotica is the only site that has my permission to post this story (and subsequent chapters). * * * * * The shower pulsed down on him, washing away the soot and smoke that clung after a long day fighting fires. As he slowly ran the soap over his body, the hot water was like a lover's caress -- with the same results. He could feel his cock start to harden as he ran a soapy hand along its length and over his balls. Enjoying the sensation, he let his mind wander back. It had all started late last spring. He had been talking to a woman on line and found that they had very similar interests, especially sexual ones. She loved hearing him masturbate as they explored their fantasies together; everything from orgies to exhibitionism, from her with other women to him with other men. She would usually orgasm right after hearing him shoot a hot load, then they would both continue their mutual self-pleasuring to their next climax. Despite his 43 years, he still had a hard, fit body. He had to stay in shape for his job. Sex was his first great love and, with the rare ability to cum over and over, he indulged in almost every kink he could. But one of his favourites was jerking off; watching his thick, cut cock disappear into his fist, then reappear; usually with a large drop of clear pre-cum leaking from the tip. It was late at night on a Saturday in Spring that he lay back, nude on his bed, indulging in his favourite pastime. The kids were out and, like most teenagers on a warm Spring night, wouldn't be back until late. The wife, well, he'd been divorced and single for 10 years now. He had lubed his cock with a flavoured oil and was slowly stroking it, eyes closed, different images flickering across his mind, enjoying the sensations when he heard a noise from his bedroom door. His hand still wrapped around his hard cock; he snapped open his eyes to see his youngest daughter standing there in the doorway watching. She didn't move or say a word at first, her blue eyes glued to his cock. For some reason, he didn't try to cover up; he just kept still for a moment, watching her. "Don't stop, Daddy. I want to watch", she whispered. The idea of his baby girl wanting to watch him jerk off caused his thick cock to jump and throb. Slowly, his hand started again, the strokes coming faster as his eyes roved over his daughter's hot body. Her lips were parted slightly as she watched. He could just make out the shape of her hard nipples through her thin nightgown, the light from the hallway silhouetting the shape of her slender hips and legs through the fabric. The sight of her and the thought of her watching was too much for him. With a low groan, he murmured, "Daddy's gonna cum, baby girl," then shot his load all over his stomach and chest. Each spurt came harder than the last, one catching him in the chin, then slowing to a dribble across his fingers, finally stopping. As he slowly milked the last of his hot sperm from his cock, he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of cumming while his daughter watched. When he opened them again, she was gone. To Be Continued... Fire in the Hole! Ch. 2 Finally, Chapter 2! If you enjoy this (and Chapter 1), please let me know. I enjoy hearing your feedback -- MsLech * * * * * John lay back in his bed, savoring the glow of his intense orgasm. He wondered if he should feel guilt or shame that it was his daughter who had caused the intensity. He gave a mental shake and grinned to himself; nothing to really feel guilty about. After all, she was the one that had watched him. She was the one who had told him to continue his self-pleasure. Not to mention the fact that she had been as aroused as he was; that much had been evident by the sight of her erect nipples clearly outlined against her nightie. Remembering the way she'd watched his hand slide up and down caused his cock to twitch and harden again. Running his thumb slowly over the tip, he wondered what Karen was doing and whether she needed any help. He could offer and, if she declined, he thought to himself, he would always have that one moment to stroke to for years to come. Not bothering to put on his robe, John got up from his bed and headed down the darkened hallway to his daughter's room, his erect cock leading the way, bobbing with each step. Stopping at her door, he grabbed hold of his rigid member, giving it a few quick squeezes as he put his ear to the door; the thought of what he was about to attempt causing his cock to throb, his arousal effectively muting his conscience. No sound came from inside the room, so he gently tapped on the door, pushing it open a crack and whispering, "Karen, honey, are you awake?" When no answer came from the bed, he peeked inside, his hand still firmly wrapped around his cock, the tip pressed against the cool wood of the door. His breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him. By the light of the full moon streaming through her window, he could see his baby girl as clearly as if it were daylight. Karen lay sprawled on her back, her head turned away from the door, her long, blonde hair spread across the pillow. Her thin, short nightgown had been pulled up to her chin, exposing her hot, young body to her father's hungry gaze. As his eyes drank her in, his grip tightened on his cock. God! It felt like it was made of steel. He couldn't remember the last time he was this hard. Stepping closer to the bed, he licked his suddenly dry lips as he saw that his youngest daughter had obviously come straight back to her room after watching him masturbate to find her own release. Her eyes were closed, hiding their brilliant blue, and her soft, cupids-bow lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and steady. One hand cupped a pert breast, the areola still pebbled around the erect nipple, while the other lay trapped between her pale, slender legs. Like a man caught in a dream, John reached out to the unattended breast slowly, his fingertips barely brushing against the hard tip. He bit his lip to keep from moaning when he saw the bud harden even more in response to his touch. Carefully, he sat down on the edge of the bed, ready to bolt if Karen should wake, but there was no movement from his sleeping daughter. Unable to resist, he leaned over slowly and gently kissed the tip of her nipple, flicking his tongue over it lightly, feeling his balls tighten at the sweet, forbidden taste, hand slowly stroking the length of his hard cock. Suddenly, he froze as Karen shifted slightly in her sleep, his mind immediately trying to fabricate a valid reason he was there, naked, with the biggest hard-on of his life, in her room. Her hand slid from her breast to fall to her side and her legs parted slightly to release the other hand, that one coming up to rest on her smooth, flat belly, her breathing still slow, her eyes still closed. John looked down the length of his daughter's sweet, young body to where her legs had parted. A shiver coursed through him at the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy, the fine blonde hairs barely covering the pink lips still puffy and swollen from her earlier attentions to them. He could swear he could even see a slight sheen on the young folds, left over from her own orgasm. His heart pounding in an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal, he gently placed a finger across the swollen folds of his daughter's young cunt. He had been right, they were still wet -- extremely wet. Bringing the moistened digit to his face, he inhaled the musky scent deeply, then closed his eyes and parted his lips, sucking hungrily on the finger. His throbbing cock danced at the taste of her, and he could feel pre-cum seeping steadily from the tip. Moving carefully, his body quivering with the power of his excitement, he turned and kneeled on the bed, his cock bobbing just millimeters from a hard nipple. Grasping it once more, he rubbed the dripping tip against a nipple, watching the silvery thread of seminal fluid connect his aching cock to his daughter's breast. Unable to stop it, a soft moan escaped his lips as he became bolder, rubbing the tip of his meat all over her breast, stroking the pulsing shaft. Cupping the soft breast with his free hand, John rubbed the length of his cock across the satiny flesh, his knees almost buckling as he felt the hard nub of her nipple sliding along the sensitive underside of his shaft. He wished he could straddle her and slide his cock between her firm young breasts. His hips rocking slowly back and forth, he watched as his hard member caressed his daughter’s breast, the sensitive tip of his cock bumping her nipple with each forward thrust, leaving it coated with his pre-cum. John lost himself in his fantasy, imagining Karen awake and willing, her hands cupping her own breasts as he fucked the soft flesh with his cock. He closed his eyes, picturing his baby daughter watching her daddy’s cock sliding between her young tits, lifting her head forward to lick the tip each time he thrust forward, begging her father to cum on her face and tits. Positioning the slit of his cock against her sweet, pink nipple, John gripped the shaft and started stroking harder, his mind playing the image of him shooting a hot stream of cum over his daughter’s face, watching her pink tongue flick out, lapping it up eagerly, then finally leaning forward to suck the tip, cleaning her father’s cock. He was getting close, he could feel that familiar tingle in his balls as they tightened. His hips jerked steadily, thrusting his cock in and out of his fist, moaning softly. John almost leapt out of his skin when Karen murmured softly in her sleep and crooked a leg to the side, causing her cunt to open wider. Her head turned to face him, her lips slightly parted, yet her eyes still tightly closed. Holding his pose for a moment longer, ensuring his daughter was still asleep, John couldn't resist the invitation -- whether it was being purposely offered or not. Once more, his movements were slow and careful as he straightened on her bed, standing on his knees beside his sleeping daughter, his cock brushing against her soft skin as he did so. A charge of pure lust swept through him when he looked down to see that the tip of his cock was resting against her parted lips and it was all he could do to not thrust his aching prick through her lips and savagely fuck her sweet face. Through sheer will alone, he got off the bed and stood over her, stroking his cock, his eyes burning the sight of her naked body into his mind. Then he once more got carefully on the bed, this time between her parted legs and gently rubbed the tip of his cock against her bare, young cunt. He couldn't take it any longer. His balls ached and felt like they were about to explode. No longer caring if he was caught, he pressed the tip between those soft lips of his daughter's pussy, letting them just close over the head, capturing it in their wet warmth and started to jerk off against his daughter's cunt. He could feel his balls getting tighter and tighter and knew it was only seconds away. His eyes were glued to the sight of his cock sliding up and down the wet slit of his teen daughter's pussy and with a soft groan, his eyes shut tight, the image burned into his eyelids, he exploded all over her cunt, coating it in jet after jet of his hot cum. It felt like he was going to cum forever... To Be Continued... Fire in the Hole! Ch. 3 John's knees almost buckled as he smeared the remaining dribbles of cum against his daughter's young cunt, amazed that she was still sleeping. Knowing he had to get out of there before he thrust his still-hard cock into her tight, sperm-covered pussy, he slowly stood up, his body trembling. With one last glance at his youngest daughter's naked form, his cum starting to pool between her pale, spread thighs, he crept back to his room, sitting heavily on the edge of his bed. What had he done? How was he going to explain to her why she had woken up with a puddle of cum between her legs? Closing his eyes in consternation, he let himself fall back against the pillows and shivered. Pulling the blankets over him, the soft fabric brushed against the tip of his sensitive cock, making it twitch and drawing attention to the fact that he was still hard and still very horny. Not bothering to open his eyes, his hand went once more around his aching prick, giving it the attention it demanded, as what he had just done replayed itself in his mind. The memory of jerking off against his young daughter's wet cunt while she slept pushed aside his worry for the moment. As his hand slid up and down his sperm-slick member, he remembered how her pussy had looked, how hot it had felt against his cock. It had been all he could do not to bury his face in it and suck her hard clit until he drowned in his daughter's hot, sweet cunt juice. Switching hands on his throbbing cock, he suckled the finger he had used to brush against her virginal cunt, able to still taste her pure, young juices. The thought that he was tasting his sweet Karen's fluid was more than he could bear and, for the third time that night, his cock erupted. Well, not really erupted this time, more like a half-hearted spurt but there was still enough jism to flow over his hand and coat his sore balls. Panting, he lay back, waiting for the small spasms to fade, absently rubbing his cum into his softening prick. "Daddy? I'm going to the mall with Steph. I'll be back in a few hours, 'k?" Karen's voice interrupted his dreams as he blinked blearily at the bright morning sun flooding his room and gave a noncommittal grunt. The teenager happily decided that was permission and flew out the front door to her waiting friend before her father woke up fully and changed his mind. John stretched and swung his legs out over the side of the bed, waiting for his morning hard-on to go down a bit so he could empty his bladder. God, he had to piss! Then he remembered falling asleep after cumming for the third time last night, not to mention what had happened to make him cum so many times! Jesus! Now his hard-on was back in full force. Sighing, he stood up and made his way to the bathroom, wincing at the mess of clothes, wet towels and make up left by his daughter. Shaking his head and making a mental note to talk to Karen when she got back, he tidied up the bathroom. Not bothering to put on a pair of swimming trunks (the fence around his property giving him plenty of privacy), he decided to have a quick dip in the pool before having a shower and starting his day. John loved being naked! The feel of the cool water caressing his skin or a warm breeze – there just wasn't anything like it! If he could, he'd be naked all the time. Well, not at work because that could get a little dangerous, but other than that…! Executing a few laps, his mind headed to the previous night once more. He still couldn't believe that he'd not only jerked off while his daughter watched but had then gone and jerked off on her bare puss. An image of his daughter on her bed, her legs spread and his cum dripping down her young slit jumped into his mind and, by the throbbing between his legs, his cock was sharing the view. Jesus, he thought, this is worse than when I was a horny teenager! Pulling himself up carefully, he got out of the pool and headed back inside, resigned to the fact that nothing would be getting done today until he could jerk off and give himself some relief. As he padded towards his bedroom, he passed the bathroom and saw Karen's clothes (this time in a neat pile, thanks to his earlier effort) on the hamper. Without even thinking about it, he grabbed the pair of panties and wrapped them around his stiff prick. A low moan erupted from his lips as he felt that the panties were still damp. Hurrying to his bedroom, he lay back on his bed, bringing the white lace panties to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent of his youngest daughter's juices made his cock twitch and harden even more. Sticking out his tongue, he licked at the damp spot, then greedily sucked it between his lips, wishing it was Karen's hot cunt he was eating. A hand wrapped around his cock, his strokes got faster and harder as he savoured the tangy-sweet nectar that had been captured by the fabric. Again, the picture of his cockhead rubbing up and down her virginal slit played in his mind and he felt his balls tighten. Taking the panties from his hungry mouth, he wrapped them around his throbbing meat, the tip positioned against the very crotch – right where her teenage cunt would be when she wore them! Tightening his grip, he fisted his prick faster and faster, then let out a loud groan as his first cum of the day filled his daughter's panties. God, what a load! The lace and cotton crotch was soaked with so much cum that it didn't sink in, it just pooled there, finally dripping over the sides to slide slowly down his cock. Once he felt he could stand without his knees buckling, John got up and headed to the bathroom, tossing Karen's panties into the hamper as he went by. What the hell, he was the one that did the laundry anyway! He showered quickly and went downstairs to get something to eat, still nude, knowing the kids wouldn't be home for awhile yet and enjoying the freedom. Just as he was passing through the living room to the kitchen, the phone rang. "Hi sexy," the woman's voice on the other end purred as he answered it. "Well hello yourself, gorgeous," he grinned and his hand went immediately to his cock. Nothing like a little phone sex to while away the rest of the afternoon! "You'll never guess what happened last night," he teased her. "Oh? Do tell!" Joan squirmed in her seat, her clit already throbbing in anticipation, the door to her office locked and a hand lightly teasing her nipples through her thin blouse. She had woken up extremely horny this morning and had dressed specifically for a little self-pleasuring at the office. At 38, she was still a good-looking woman, her body never having been stretched out of shape by kids. The lace bra she wore under her silk blouse was more for show than any support, her long, pink nipples easily observed through it. Her skirt was loose and went to the middle of her shapely thighs. Panties were a rarity with her, so her freshly shaved pussy was easily accessible. "Karen caught me jerking off," John tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, wondering just how much he should tell her. "What???" Joan's clit pulsed wildly and she felt herself get immediately wet at the thought. "She caught you? What did you do?" "Do? Well, nothing, really," John replied. "I wasn't sure what to do but then she told me she wanted to watch, that I should keep going." "Oh my god! That is so hot, John!" Joan whispered, her fingers pinching her nipples as she squeezed her legs together under her desk, smearing hot cunt juice against her thighs. She couldn't believe how hot this was making her! Her vivid imagination was already starting to picture her cyber-lover on his bed, jerking off with his daughter watching. "What happened, lover?" John's cock was rising once again as he remembered the details of the previous evening and he sat down on the sofa, slowly stroking his hardening member. "I kept jerking off until I came while Karen watched me. Does that get you hot, Joan? Knowing my little girl watched her daddy jerk off?" He already knew it did. He could hear the change in her breathing through the earpiece of the phone. His cock was rampant now and he gave the head a squeeze, milking out a drop of precum as he continued to tease the woman, "Does it make you all hot and wet imagining it? " "Oh yes, baby!" Joan whimpered, squirming in her chair, a hand up her skirt now, stroking the inside of her thighs, then cupping her dripping cunt and squeezing it, knowing it was way to early to touch her aching clit, ignoring its demands to do so. "It's got me so hot, I'm going to make myself cum right here in my office. What are you doing, sweetheart?" John gave a soft groan and pumped his cock quickly a few times, then went back to slowly stroking as he imagined her sitting in her office with her legs spread and her fingers buried in her cunt. It was the risk of getting caught that aroused him so much. He lowered his voice to a growl, "I'm sitting here naked, stroking my cock slowly, wishing you were here to suck it…Hang on, it sounds like someone's home." Joan moaned softly as her fingers parted the wet folds of her pussy, amazed at how wet she was, a fingertip circling and teasing the tight entrance of her cunt. She listened intently, hoping nothing was going to interrupt their session, she needed to cum so badly. She could hear John's voice calling to someone, and then he was talking to her again. "I'm back, baby. It's Karen, she's home now." "Oh," Joan tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice, "I guess we'll have to finish this later?" "No, baby, she's right here…standing in front of me," John replied "She – she's there? Now?" Joan stuttered, her clit pulsing so hard she thought it was going to explode if she didn't touch it soon. The idea of John's young, teen daughter watching him jerk off as he had phone sex, had her on the verge of coming. Joan bit her lower lip, hoping to stifle the moan that erupted as she ran a fingertip over the length of her clit. She had never felt her clit this big or this hard before! She had no idea why she was so turned on by this but, at this point, she didn't care! She just knew she was! "Yes," he whispered. "She just walked in and said she wants to watch again." John's heart was going a mile a minute as he listened to Joan panting while his eyes watched his daughter, his hand on his cock. Karen had obviously worn very little to the mall and John was sure she had left a trail of aching hard-ons behind her. His hungry gaze roved over the tiny bikini top that barely covered her young tits, then down over her bared midriff to the incredibly tight short-shorts she had on. Jesus! He should be lecturing her on the evils of dressing like that, not enjoying it and stroking his cock for her to watch! He could hear Joan whimpering softly, what he knew were pre-cursors to the start of a series of orgasms for her and he smiled at Karen and whispered to her, "Would you like to touch it, baby? It's ok, you don't have to be scared." He pointed his throbbing prick towards his daughter in offering, smiling as he heard Joan's hot gasp through the phone. Karen bit her lip slightly and trembled, then nodded her head as she stepped forward, a small hand reaching out tentatively to touch the tip of her father's rock hard cock, her young nipples clearly visible against the skimpy bikini top. John couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as a surge of pure sex coursed through him at his daughter's touch. "Oh god, yes, that's it baby girl, stroke Daddy's cock…like this…" his breathing was ragged and he trembled as he gently placed his hand around hers, effectively wrapping her small hand around his aching prick. "Mmmm…oh yesssss…now go slow…oh yeah…just like that…Oh Karen…!" Joan was almost wild with lust by this point, hearing how turned on John was, hearing the shake in his voice as his daughter stroked him for the first time. Her own voice trembled as she whispered hotly to him, her thumb and finger lightly jerking her clit like it was a small cock, "Mmmmm…how's that feel, baby? Your little girl stroking her daddy's hot cock, making you feel so good…" her own fingers busily tugging her clit, knowing her words would arouse John even more. "Tell me, darling, tell me what your little girl is doing to her daddy's sweet meat." It was all John could do to form the words as he watched Karen kneeling in front of him, her small hand wrapped as much around his cock as she could, stroking him and watching intently. "Ohhh…oh god, she's stroking me…so fuckin' good…mmmmmmm…" Suddenly he groaned loudly, "OHHHH MY GOD!!!! Oh jeezus! She's sucking me…oh Karen, baby girl…that's it! Suck me! Suck daddy's cock!" Joan just about fell out of her chair when she heard that! Jamming 3 fingers up her dripping snatch, her thumb pressed against her clit, she humped her hand as she whimpered and mewled into the phone, close to cumming, "Oh god baby! I bet that looks so fucking hot! Watching your little girl suck her daddy's cock! Mmmmmmm…ohhhhh…fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh god, I'm going to cum, John!" The combination of Joan's hot, panted words and the sight of his youngest daughter with her hot mouth wrapped around his cock was too much for John to take. "Oh baby girl…oh you're sucking daddy so good…oh jesus…Karen…baby…you're gonna make daddy cum, sweetie…oh fuck! Daddy's gonna cum, baby…" and he tried to pull out before it was too late, not sure if she understood what was about to happen. Karen just kept sucking, keeping the head of her father's cock between her young, soft lips. As the first surge of hot cum filled her mouth, she was caught by surprise at the amount and gagged slightly, the motion causing the spurting member to slip from her mouth and spray across her lips and cheek. John caught hold of his cock with one hand and with the other, pulled her bikini top up to expose her sweet, young breasts. Unable to help himself, caught up in his orgasm, he jerked off onto his daughter's tits and face. "Oh god, Joan…I'm cumming all over her tits…it looks so hot…" John was beside himself with excitement as the spurts slowed down to a dribble and his daughter leaned forward to lick the last drops from his cock. "I'm still so fucking hard…mmmm…and she's licking it off me now…." "Oh god baby…that was so fucking hot!" Joan's voice was raspy and he heard her swallow hard. "Are you going to keep going? You should make her cum now, too, John. Repay the favor…" Joan's active imagination was playing the scene for her and it had her so hot she thought she'd rape the next person to knock at her office door, her fingers still buried in her cunt. "Mmmmm…what a great idea, baby. Maybe I should…" John's voice was hoarse as he rubbed the tip of his cock slowly over his daughter's lips, thinking he'd never seen a hotter sight than his youngest girl's face and tits covered in his cum. CLICK-CLICK…dial tone…. Joan almost screamed in frustration! One day, John HAD to get his damn phone fixed! Now what was she going to do? That first orgasm had only been a small one and she knew she would have to get off once more before even thinking about work… To Be Continued... Fire in the Hole! Ch. 4 Author's Note: I'm sorry it's been so long coming (pun intended), but life took a nasty turn on me in the Summer. Thank you all for your well wishes and your interest and kind words about this series. *evil grin* I'm baaaackkkk...! CLICK-CLICK...dial tone... John gave a slight shrug as the connection was lost and tossed the cordless onto the desk beside him. While he enjoyed his conversations with Joan, right now she really wasn't a priority! And who could blame him, considering the sight before his eyes. His youngest daughter, Karen, still kneeling in front of him, her eyes slightly glazed with lust, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to catch a drop of his hot cum that dripped down her face and coated her pert teen breasts. Despite the incredible amount of jizz that had already shot out of him, John's cock refused to deflate. Karen smiled at her father and stood up slowly, pulling her bikini top off the rest of the way and carelessly tossing it to one side. Then, her blue eyes never leaving John's face, looking suddenly shy, she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down, letting the denim pool around her ankles briefly, stepping out of them to stand totally nude before her (pleasantly) surprised and extremely aroused father. John couldn't believe his eyes! God she was gorgeous! From her cum-covered tits to her neatly trimmed teenage cunt, she was like a vision. Her young breasts, although still developing, were at least a 34C and firm. Capping the delicious mounds were light brown nipples, the size of a pencil eraser (just the right size for sucking thought John). His eyes slid down her young body, past her smooth stomach to the sweet treasure nestled between her thighs. The curls, usually a light blonde, were dark with her juices and the lips were puffy and swollen, peeking out at the man who had helped create them. The inside of her thighs glistened with her arousal and John ached to lick it off them, then let his tongue follow the trail to the source. Without a word, Karen walked to the sofa and lay down on it, turning her head to her father. John didn't need a second invitation. Straddling her slender hips, he gently lowered himself to her, his throbbing cock pressing against her adolescent mound. Making sure he didn't put all his weight on her, John bent his head and flicked his tongue against a nipple; his prick jumping at the soft moan of pleasure that escaped his daughter's lips. His mouth opened and gently drew in a hard nipple, suckling it softly, then nipping gently, the bud tasting sweeter than anything he could imagine. John had the impression he could almost feel it throb as he circled the teen tit with his tongue. Karen was writhing and whimpering below him now, her hips pressing up, grinding against his pulsating cock. He knew without looking down that he was leaking pre-cum all over his baby daughter's pubic hair. Slowly, like a man in a dream, John moved his mouth to lave attention on the other breast. Glancing up, he saw that Karen's eyes were closed and her lips were parted. She hadn't wiped any of his cum from her face and he could still make out splotches of it in her hair. His hand slid from her breast to her flat stomach, a large finger slowly circling and teasing her belly button, then brushing over the damp curls. He shifted his weight and let his mouth follow where his fingers had been, kissing down her tummy to her sweet, wet slit. John inhaled deeply, the musky scent of his daughter's arousal almost causing him to cum right there. He felt his balls tighten slightly and his prick jump as he finally buried his face between those soft, wet, swollen folds, tasting the tangy-sweet cunt juice of his youngest daughter. Karen gasped and squirmed beneath her father's hot tongue, the sensations driving her wild. Although she was always thinking about sex, she'd never really done anything; just kissed a few boys and let them feel her up. Of course, she masturbated, almost daily, but even that didn't compare. God, she never wanted this to stop! Wanting his tongue and face deeper into her dripping pussy, she spread her legs wider – one on the back of the sofa, the other on the floor – shamelessly exposing herself for her father. John moaned as he watched her and, with each index finger, he separated the slippery folds of her cunt, revealing his baby girl's hard, hot clit. It had to be at least an inch long and so thick. John could swear he could almost see it throb. Unable to hold back any longer, he buried his face back into his youngest girl's cunt and captured her sweet clit between his lips, sucking it hungrily, his large hands cupping her ass, holding her young sex to his face. Karen went wild, holding his head down and bucking against his mouth as the young teen had an instant and intense orgasm. "Oh god! Yessss...oh Daddy...mmmm...suck me...suck my pussy...ohhhhhhhhhhh...I'm going to cum, Daddeeeeeeeeeeee..." Her juices flowed like a river in springtime into her father's mouth and down his chin. John thought he was going to lose it right there. He watched his daughter climax, her sweet, innocent face flushed, her nipples like rocks, her breathing ragged, eyes closed. His finger slowly traced the puffed out lips of her pussy as she came down from her peak. Panting, she shifted slightly and slid out from under her father, gently pushing him to his back, then straddled his hips, rubbing her slick teen gash up and down his rock-hard prick. "Mmmm..ohh...daddy...if you want to, we could...ummm...we could do it..." her hips rode back and forth slowly and John struggled to keep control. Grinning, she slid down his body so that she was lying on his legs and her hot breath was coating his prick. "Or, I could just suck you again..." That was it, John couldn't take any more and he grabbed his aching cock in one hand and rubbed it against her lips, parting them with the thick head, his other hand holding her head steady as he thrust into her hot mouth. Karen opened her mouth eagerly, tasting the mix of her juices and her father's cum, her young clit quivering in response. Clamping her lips around the throbbing shaft, she sucked hungrily and slid a hand between her own legs, rapidly fingering her young twat as she sucked her daddy's cock. John groaned as he watched his hard cock disappear once more into his youngest daughter's mouth and didn't even try to hold back. "Oh...Karen...baby...suck it...Daddy's gonna cum, sweetheart. Suck daddy's cum from his cock...ohhh...that's it...good girl...here it cums, baby..." John's balls tightened against his body so fast they jettisoned his boiling sperm deep into Karen's sucking mouth. "uhhh...oh yeah...take it, baby girl...take all of daddy's hot cum...eat it..." John was delirious in his orgasm, totally lost in lust. As she heard his hot words and felt her father's cock thicken in her young mouth, Karen rammed two fingers into her tight cunt, her hips thrusting against her hand as she felt another orgasm approaching. The minute she tasted the thick goo, she came, moaning around his cock, intensifying the sensations. She pulled back to watch the last spurts shoot from his jerking prick, holding the tip to her nipples and rubbing the hot cum into her breasts. John fell back, panting heavily, unable to believe it. Karen sat there, on the floor in front of him, flushed, coated in cum, still slowly massaging his sperm into her young flesh. "Hey Dad, I'm home!" came the voice of John's son, Kyle. "Don't forget you said you'd come to the game tonight..." John and Karen both jumped and bolted up the stairs, each heading to their respective rooms to throw on some clothes. John was shaking as he threw on a pair of sweat pants, wondering if Kyle would be able to smell the sex in the living room or if they'd left any telltale signs. Giving a mental shrug, what could the kid do about it, he headed back down the stairs, fully composed. "No probs, sport! What time do we have to be there...?" CLICK-CLICK...dial tone... Joan almost screamed in frustration! One day, John HAD to get his damn phone fixed! Now what was she going to do? That first orgasm had only been a small one and she knew she would have to get off once more before even thinking about work. Her pussy was throbbing, aching for something to fill it and her nipples felt like they could cut glass. Now, Joan thought, I know why those animals in the zoo pace back and forth all the time...it's frustration! Glancing to the clock on her desk, she saw that she had 15 minutes to get herself off before the rest of the office came back from their lunch. Damn! It would take her longer than that to get close. Then again, maybe it wouldn't. Listening to John getting sucked by his daughter had her hotter than hell. There was a wet spot on her chair (thank god she had leather) and her office reeked like wet pussy. Each time she squeezed her thighs together, her clit throbbed even harder. Taking a quick look at her office door to ensure it was still locked, Joan opened her blouse fully and pulled her bra over her breasts. The cool office air caressed the bare flesh and she shivered. Joan loved the idea that she was behind a closed door, at her workplace, her breasts exposed and no one knew. Smiling, she reached under her desk and grabbed her briefcase, opening it up on her lap. There, hidden in a large make up bag, was just the thing to get her off quickly. She pulled the make up bag out of her briefcase and emptied out its content. Joan trembled with anticipation as she gazed at the thick, 6-inch long, life-like, rubber dildo that lay on her desk. It was one of her favorite toys – not only did it feel like the real thing, but it vibrated! She knew if she rubbed the vibrator up and down her slit, letting it hit her sensitive clit, that she'd go off like a bomb. The clock on her desk read 12:50 – she only had 10 minutes now... Leaning back in her chair, Joan spread her legs, propping one foot on the edge of her desk. Running a hand over her breasts, stopping briefly to pinch her nipples, she grabbed the dildo, turning it on low and letting it follow the trail her hand had made. A soft moan escaped her lips as the vibrations ran through her nipples and straight to her clit. She felt a gush of hot cunt juice add itself to the puddle already on the chair and shifted slightly. Slowly, she ran the dildo back and forth across her nipples, then slid it down her stomach. 5 minutes... Just as she was tilting her hips up, Joan could hear people returning to the office. She didn't care. She was so damn close, it wouldn't take long. The fingers of her free hand parted her slick cunt lips and she slid the vibrator up and down her dripping slit, then clamped her thighs around it, hips bucking as she felt her orgasm approach. Grabbing the dildo like it was a cock, she sawed it up and down against her spasming pussy, her body tensing. Oh god, almost...almost there...oooohhh... KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK... Joan just about had a heart attack! Jeezus, she'd been so close. Only a few more strokes. In fact, she was still really close... KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK..."Joan, are you there? I have that report you wanted and I'm headed out soon.." It was her boss. Damn! If it had been anyone else, she would have told them to put it in her mail tray, but there was a question she needed to ask him. Then it dawned on her...grinning, her body still on fire from the aborted orgasm, she turned on the vibrator once more and shoved the pseudo-cock up her cunt. Pulling her blouse together, she straightened her hair and rose to let her boss in. Matt Cooper glanced curiously at his assistant when she opened the door to her office. Her face was flushed and her hairline was damp. As she ushered him into her office, he thought he could smell something familiar. Settling himself into a chair across from her, he suddenly realized what it was – the very unmistakable scent of hot, wet, aroused pussy. He looked around for a moment, then shifted in his chair, bringing it closer to Joan's desk and leaning forward, trying to hide the erection that had appeared in reaction to the tantalizing aroma in her office. Joan grinned as she watched Mr. Cooper shift in his chair. She wondered if he could smell her hot cunt and if that was what was making him so uncomfortable. Behind her desk, her hips were gently rocking back and forth, effectively making the dildo slide in and out of her slippery pussy. She couldn't believe that she had answered the door to her office with a dildo up her snatch. The fact that she was, technically, masturbating while her (unknowing) boss was in the office, made her even hotter. Finally, Matt Cooper couldn't stand it. It seemed the scent was getting stronger in the room, not fading, and it was driving him nuts. He knew he'd jerk off once he got into his car. There was no way he'd be able to sit through the 3-plus hours that had been scheduled for this out-of-town meeting without relieving himself. In a stammering voice, he clarified Joan's question, made sure that she knew how to reach him in case of emergency and bolted from the office. As the door to her office closed once more, Joan almost laughed out loud. In fact, if she hadn't been so damn horny, she would have. She'd seen Matt Cooper's hard-on and it had taken every bit of her willpower not to jump into his lap and ride him. Leaning back in her chair, she slid a hand under her skirt and grabbed the dildo, fucking herself fast and furious with it, her other hand pinching her clit. Her mind replayed what she'd heard on the phone with John and his daughter, but this time she added images. That was all it took. Biting down hard on her lower lip, Joan came like a freight train – her hips thrusting up to meet her hand slamming the fake rod into her spasming cunt. God it felt so good! Her body quivered and shook as she kept cumming around the rubber buried inside her. Slowly, she came back down to earth. Slipping the dildo from her sopping pussy, she licked and sucked all her juices off of it then, reluctantly, put it back in the make up bag. She was still horny as hell, but at least she'd been able to take the edge off. She knew that she'd be calling John when she got home, then she could REALLY cum... To be continued... Fire in the Hole! Ch. 5 At just 30, Matt Cooper was still young to be a manager. It was more his people skills than his experience that had landed him the Director of Operations position at the engineering firm. Matt stood just over 6', his body slender and toned from daily workouts at the gym. Dark brown hair framed his handsome, angular face, setting off his brilliant blue eyes. Heads, male and female, turned when he walked by. Matt never felt he had to lord it over the people under his supervision. He was one of those rare animals that actually believed in team work, not just paid lip service to it. However, the kind of team work he was thinking about as he waited for the elevator to take him to the underground parking lot was not one normally considered for the work place. His cock was still raging hard as he entered the elevator, thankful that no one else was around. As the polished chrome doors whispered shut, he slid his hand into his pocket, grabbing his hard rod through the thin fabric and squeezing it. He knew that he had smelt hot pussy in Joan's office. What had she been doing to get the scent that strong? He knew that she usually spent her lunch hours in her office when everyone else seemed to go out. Although she was almost 10 years older than him, Matt still thought his assistant was pretty hot. While he'd never really fantasized about her, he was still attracted enough to wonder what she'd be like. She dressed just the right side of provocative – never anything blatant. Little hints, if you cared to look close enough (and Matt cared): nipples hard and outlined against silky blouses, tight, short skirts that accented her ass and high-heels – not those god-forsaken platform atrocities that were currently in style, but honest-to-god high heels that clicked when she walked. For a woman her age, Matt thought, she was damn fine. Giving his pocketed cock another squeeze as the doors to the elevator opened, he stepped into the mini-lobby of the parking area. Reluctantly letting his prick go, he fished out his keys and pressed the electronic lock, the sound of the locks in his car opening reverberating throughout the dimly lit underground garage. He walked quickly to his car, the leather soles of his new brogues causing his steps to echo in the cavernous garage. A grin curved his lips as he saw that Joan's car was parked next to his and he thought how her car reflected his assistant's personality – older but still flirty without being brash. The '65 Mustang was candy-apple red, the interior white leather. Supposedly it had been left to Joan in a will. Tossing his briefcase into the backseat of his own car, Matt slid in behind the wheel of his Intrepid. Adjusting the seat so he was leaning back slightly, Matt undid the top button and fly of his silk Armani slacks. His cock tented his boxers and he hurriedly pushed the waistband down, freeing the thick member, groaning softly as the cool air caressed his aching prick. Seeing Joan's car had brought back the memory of the hot scent in her office and his cock had responded immediately. Matt took a quick glance around the garage then, seeing no one else was about, wrapped his hand around his cock and gently squeezed it, leaning back in his seat as he closed his eyes. His hand slowly stroked the hard shaft; his thumb caressing the tip of his cut prick on each upstroke as he began to picture what had caused the tantalizing scent in Joan's office. In his mind's eye, he pictured his hot assistant sitting back in her chair, stroking her wet pussy, not realizing just how close to the truth his imagination was. Joan reached for the report her boss had left and skimmed through it, trying desperately to focus on her work. Her pussy had other ideas though and her clit kept throbbing for attention. It had been at least 20 minutes since Mr. Cooper had left her office and she was now regretting her lack of action. She had seen the tent in the front of his slacks and shivered, remembering the size. If her judging skills were half-decent (and they usually were), Mr. Cooper had quite a nice mouthful of cock nestled under that expensive Italian silk. Joan's hand dipped under her desk again, her stocking-clad legs parting, raising her skirt once more. As her fingertips brushed the swollen folds, she groaned. It was no good. She was never going to get any work done today. Straightening her clothes, Joan grabbed the report and the corresponding files and put them into her briefcase, laying them on top of her "make up" bag. She grinned as she thought of what was in that bag and how she had almost gotten off in front of her boss. Dialing the receptionist, Joan informed her that she wasn't feeling well and was going home for the day. She told the girl at the front that if Matt Cooper called, he was to be given her home number. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, Joan slipped out of her office, locking it behind her, then headed for the elevator that would take her to the garage. As she waited for the elevator to open, she surveyed herself in the mirrored doors. Her face was slightly flushed and she could clearly see the outline of her hard, pink nipples. The image she saw reflected, coupled with the feel of her pussy juices leaking down the inside of her thighs, made her clit pulse. The doors opened suddenly with a soft whisper, making her jump and breaking her reverie. Stepping inside the empty chamber, she pressed the button for her level, waiting until the doors closed, then brought a hand up to a breast. She watched in the mirrored walls as her fingertip traced the outline of the hard nipple slowly. She groaned and leaned back against a wall, raising her skirt up to bare her wet cunt. Her reflection showed a woman with sticky juices coating the inside of her thighs, darkening her stocking tops and making the plump, pink folds glisten in the harsh fluorescent light. She shivered at the sight, then gave herself a shake. Time enough for that on the way home and when she got there. Joan was an exhibitionist at heart. Actually, if she were completely honest, she was probably borderline nympho. However, she preferred to think of herself as a woman in her prime with a healthy, albeit very high, sex drive. She was still scolding herself for being cowardly and not taking advantage (or at least trying to) of Mr. Cooper's bewilderment and reaction to the scent of her hot cunt in her office. Then again, this was a good job and she didn't want to lose it. However, there was nothing in the company's policy that stated she couldn't fantasize about her boss. She wondered what he would have done if she'd sat back a bit further and let him see up her skirt to her dripping pussy stuffed with a dildo. Her high heels clicked as she made her way to her car. No high-tech gadgets had been installed on her baby. It was fully restored as if it had been time-warped off the assembly line in the fall of 1964. All her life, Joan had wanted a classic Mustang. Not the crap that passed for one these days. Then, when her aunt had died, she had been surprised to find that the estate was hers. Her cousin (the drunken, no-good bum) had tried to contest the will, but the judge had decided that Joan was more deserving. Joan had sold off most of the estate, keeping only a few things for mementos. The money she had obtained through the estate sale had netted her enough to purchase the refurbished automobile. Setting her purse on the trunk of her car, she fished for her keys, frowning as the closest light overhead flickered and then went dark with a small pop. Lifting her head to search for a better light source, a movement in the car next to hers caught her eye. Hmmm…that was Matt Cooper's car and he should have been on the road long ago. Quietly, she slipped between the two cars, her mouth dropping open and a jolt of sexual electricity charged straight to her clit at the sight that met her eyes. There, leaning back in his car, eyes closed, was her young boss, his hand wrapped around a very thick cock that was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. Her keys forgotten, Joan leaned back against her car and slid a hand under her skirt, baring her dripping pussy. Joan's green eyes locked on Matt Cooper's hand massaging his rock hard prick, her own fingers rubbing her clit as she watched. As Matt's movements got faster, he started to thrust his hips up, fucking the fist wrapped around his aching meat. Joan's hand matched his rhythm and she let out a small groan, feeling her knees weaken. Matt Cooper's eyes snapped open as he heard a sound and looked out his window. Oh god! It was Joan! She'd caught him jerking off in his car. How was he ever going to explain this….Wait a second! Matt's hand tightened around his cock as he saw that his assistant had her skirt bunched around her waist and was busy fingering a very wet and swollen cunt. Joan grinned at him as she saw that his eyes were now open and the watchee had become the watcher. Her lust taking over her better judgement, she slowly pulled her fingers from her snatch, bringing them to her lips, sucking them slowly. Matt Cooper moaned inside his car and his hand started stroking his cock once more. When Joan dipped her hand back to her cunt, then offered the gleaming fingers to him, he felt his cock thicken even more. Slowly, like a man in a dream, Matt opened his door and got out of the car, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, the fly of his trousers framing his balls. His soft lips closed around Joan's fingers as he sucked her hot juices from them, a hand sliding down to cup her aching sex, a long finger sliding between the folds. Joan gasped and thrust her hips forward against his hand, her own reaching down for that sweet cock she had spied. Joan couldn't believe her luck. Here was her boss fingering her wet cunt while she jerked him off. Ooooh…she needed to taste him. Reluctantly pulling away from his skilled fingers, she dropped to her knees, leaning forward to wrap her hungry lips around the angry red head of his cut cock. Matt groaned as she fell to her knees, watching his stiff prick disappear between her lips. He couldn't believe he was getting head from his assistant. God she was good! Lowering his hands, he lightly tangled his fingers in her long, red hair, holding her head still as he started thrusting into her mouth. It wasn't going to take much longer, her mouth was like a vise around his aching rod and the dance her tongue was doing on the underside of his cock was driving him wild. He could see that she was getting close too and, suddenly, he wanted to feel her cunt wrapped around his throbbing prick. Joan could feel her manager's cock thickening in her mouth, could taste the extra flow of pre-cum as his balls tightened and she sucked harder, aching to taste the hot cum that would coat her tongue any minute now. Suddenly, her hot meal was taken from her mouth and she whimpered softly with the loss. She felt herself being pulled up to her feet. Matt Cooper took one look at Joan's face – her eyes glazed with lust, her soft lips swollen from the mouth fucking he had given her – and then turned her around, bending her over the low hood of her Mustang. Holding her down with one hand between her shoulders, mashing her tits against the cool metal, his other guided his cock into the dripping slit now displayed for him. Their combined groans echoed through the garage as he thrust home, her silky cunt gripping his prick, sucking it even better than her mouth had. Matt grabbed her rounded hips and started to drive into his assistant's welcoming cunt like a jackhammer. The fact that she was pumping back, matching him thrust for thrust and mewling hot encouragement, didn't help what little control he had left. Suddenly, her body tensed and she cried out. He could feel her muscles quivering around his throbbing prick, a rush of warm fluid coating it. That was all it took and Matt grunted as he plunged even deeper into that heavenly flesh, grinding as he bottomed out and emptied his balls deep inside, filling her up, watching as his cum overflowed and dripped down her thighs, past his prick still embedded in her spasming cunt, to puddle on the dusty, concrete floor. John tossed his jacket onto the bench by the door and smiled as he saw Kerry's jacket hung neatly on the hook. Kerry was John's eldest daughter. At 21, she was a real looker – 5'8" with a slender build, long legs that led up to a hot, tight ass and high, firm breasts. And now, Kerry was home from University for the summer. Of course, while John loved his daughter, he also loved having her home because it meant that her friends would be over; and there was nothing like have a houseful of hot, young girls running around in skimpy bikinis. Kyle's team had won – a blowout really at 35-7 – and his son was out celebrating with the rest of the team. He wouldn't be back till late. John was glad, as it would give him time to spend with Kerry, catching up with her before she was too busy with her friends. He slipped upstairs briefly, changing into a pair of track pants and t-shirt, then checked to see if Karen was home yet. As he peeked into the darkened room, he could make out the shape of his baby daughter curled up and fast asleep under her blankets. His cock twitched, as if asking if they were going to play with her again. John reached down and gave it a quick squeeze through the thick fabric, then gently shut the door. Time enough for that later. John headed to the basement, which Kerry had commandeered once she was 16 explaining that she needed her own space. John had no problem with that and trusted his daughter enough to give her her freedom. In the years since, Kerry had turned it into a mini-apartment – the only things missing were a kitchen and a separate entrance. As he entered the living room she had set up, he heard what sounded like a moan from his daughter's bedroom. Frowning, wondering if she was all right, he quickened his steps, then stopped dead at the sight that greeted him. The bedroom door was wide open and there on the queen size bed were his daughter and her friend, Melissa; both fully naked, their faces buried between each other's legs. John couldn't help but groan out loud, his cock hardening instantly at the sight of the two young girls humping each other's mouth. The sound made the girls look up and they just smiled at John and went back to what they had been doing. As it was obvious the girls didn't care, John pushed his sweat pants down to mid thigh, wrapping a hand around his cock and slowly stroking it as he watched his daughter and her friend 69. Not letting go of his prick, John moved closer to the bed, eager to get a closer view. As he approached them, Melissa looked up and moaned softly, "Mmmm, Kerry, baby, look, your dad's cock is nice and hard." Kerry drew her face away from her friend's hot cunt to glance up, feeling her own pussy quiver at the sight of her father standing there, his cock just a few feet from her face. "Oh yeah," she gasped, "nice and big and hard. Such a nice cock, Daddy…" With that, his eldest daughter sat up and reached under her pillow, motioning for Melissa to turn around. The other girl slid up the bed to lay beside Kerry and grinned as she saw what was in Kerry's hand. John's daughter smiled down at her friend and ran the double dildo slowly over Melissa's nipples, purring as the hard buds tightened even more. John's cock thickened and his grip tightened, struggling to keep his strokes slow, wanting to savour the moment as he watched his daughter continue the dildo's course down her friend's body. Melissa moaned and spread her long legs wide, fingers parting her swollen cunt lips, her eyes never leaving John's cock. "Ohhh..yes…fuck me, Kerry. Mmmmm…look at that hard cock…" Kerry moaned, her young cunt twitching at the sight of her father jerking his hard cock while she fucked her friend. Pushing Melissa fully back, Kerry pushed the dildo half-way into her friend's tight snatch, then straddled her hips, their wet cunts joining, the two of them moaning as their throbbing clits rubbed against each other, their eyes locked on John's hand stroking his prick. John could feel his balls tighten and he loosened his grip on his cock. Not yet. He didn't want to cum yet. This was just too hot. He wanted it to last forever. His prick was on fire and it was all he could do not to grab either of the girls and slam into a tight, wet cunt. But he wanted to watch this, knowing it was better than any porn he could ever rent. Better than any fantasy he could imagine. Oh god, if he didn't stop stroking he was going to cum. John moved his hand away from his cock, hoping to stay his orgasm just a bit longer. His thick daddy-meat pulsed and bobbed in the air of its own accord, seeming to reach for the two females entwined on the bed. Both women watched his cock with fascination, then Kerry moaned and sat up a bit, grabbing the free end of the dildo and guiding it into her eager pussy, slowly sliding down until she had taken her half and her cunt was mashed against Melissa's. The girls thrust against each other, their bodies quivering with their excitement. "Mmmm…fuck…yeah…do you like that Daddy? Like seeing me fuck my friend…seeing our young cunts rub together?" Kelly moaned, looking up into her father's eyes. "Feels so good, Daddy. She's so hot and wet…mmmm…." John's body was trembling with his struggle to stay in control. The sight of his daughter so aroused had him close to blowing, but when she started talking nasty to him, it was almost more than he could bear. He stepped closer to the bed, his cock still unfettered by his hand, pre-cum dripping steadily from the tip. He groaned loudly when Melissa suddenly reached up and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly as his daughter rode the dildo embedded in them both. "Yeah, baby…that's it…jerk my daddy off while I fuck your hot little cunt," Kerry growled to her friend, one hand pinching Melissa's nipples while the other reached up and cupped her father's balls. Her thrusts getting faster and harder as they watched the older man's reaction, all of them getting off on the nastiness of fucking while he watched. "Oh…oh fuck! Harder Kerry! Fuck me harder…I'm going to cum….mmm…Mr. B, cum with me…Ooohh give me your cock…I've got to have that hot cock...let me suck it!" Melissa's hips were jerking up, thrusting and grinding as Kerry rode her, driving the fake cock harder and deeper into both their hungry cunts. John didn't need to be asked twice and he thrust his hips forward as Melissa opened her mouth, sucking his aching cock deep into her mouth. He thought his knees were going to give out at the feel of her soft lips closing around his thick rod, his hand reaching out to slide between the two girls, rubbing their hard clits as he fucked Melissa's mouth. "Ohhh…fuck…that's it. Suck it, bitch. Mmmm..yeah…such a hot little mouth…suck my cock…make me cum in your mouth…yeah…yeah…oooohhh…get ready….so close…" John's hips thrust faster and harder, his fingers pinching their clits, knowing he couldn't hold back any longer, the taboo of the moment increasing his excitement. "That's it, Melissa, suck my daddy's hard cock…suck his cum straight from his balls," Kerry was panting as her father diddled her clit, the dildo buried deep in her spasming cunt, "Cum in her mouth and on her face, Daddy. Let me see you shoot all that hot daddy-cream on her face…mmm…fuck…cum Daddy…cum with us…" Hearing his daughter talk like that pushed John over the edge. His cock pulsed and a huge stream of sperm jettisoned down Melissa's waiting throat. Pulling out slightly, the tip of his throbbing cock still against Melissa's lips, John jerked it furiously, milking the rest of his load, watching it spurt across her lips and drip down onto her young tits. Fire in the Hole! Ch. 5 Kerry groaned as she watched her father's cum fill her friend's mouth and cover her face. As her cunt tightened around the dildo, she leaned forward and took the tip of her father's cock into her mouth, sucking it hungrily as the last bit of cum flowed from his still hard cock. John thought he had gone to heaven when his oldest daughter grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her lips, then sucked the head, licking the last drops of cum from the sensitive head. Kerry pulled back a bit and then leaned over Melissa's breasts, parting her lips and letting the warm sperm dribble over her friend's nipples. Still stroking his cock, John watched as Kerry dipped her head and sucked all the cum she'd just dribbled from Melissa's nipples, her sharp white teeth nipping each hard bud. The girls' hips were starting to thrust slowly again and John's cock was still rock hard. Reaching behind and between them, he gently removed the double dildo from their dripping cunts, loving the sight as their hot holes gaped, then slowly closed again. Kneeling behind Kerry, he started to rub his cock head up and down her slit, wanting to bury his prick deep inside her and fuck her hard and fast until he filled his oldest daughter's cunt to overflowing. Kerry turned around and giggled, reaching between her legs and rubbing his cock up and down her slit a bit more before pulling away. "Mmmm…as much as I'd love to feel your cock in my hot cunt, Daddy, Missy and I have to go clean up." And with that, she wiggled away, standing on the carpet beside her bed. At the look on John's face, she laughed and said, "Sorry, we're meeting some friends at the new pub, and we're going to be late as it is. Maybe we can finish this another time?" With that, Kerry and Melissa headed into her bathroom, leaving John kneeling on the bed, hard cock still in hand, the tip coated with his daughter's cunt juice, a final drop of cum pearling from the slit. When he heard the shower start, he chuckled and shook his head, standing slowly and pulling up his track pants. Heading up the stairs, he grinned to himself as he thought how much Joan was going to enjoy hearing about this!