So Joan looked at her father.

It had been easy far her to seduce him. As she remembered it he had been quite willing when she sat on his lap and twisted her little ass about until she felt his cock swell into hardness.

She could not remember where her mother had been that night, although she was sure her mother was out of the house.

She had played with her father's cock, giggling and laughing with him in a deliciously naughty way. When she placed her lips about the huge, swollen head of her father's cock, he was surprised, but made no attempt to stop her. She thought her father would fuck her in the mouth as the boy had done, but when he remained still, she began to move her lips up and down the smooth prick instinctively. Her tongue fluttered all about the wide piss hole, and she learned at this time how to swallow without pulling from a cock.

As she sucked on her father's cock, he caressed her hair and face, watching down his body, a smile of pleasure on his face. Joan could take half of his big cock into her mouth, but no more. Her lips were stretched even more than with the boy in the field.

As her father approached discharge, he attempted to pull his daughter's face away, but Joan clung to his cock with tight, hot, desperate lips, refusing to release it. Her huge eyes burned with wicked, eager pleasure as his cock unleashed a flood of thick, creamy, sweet come juice. Her tongue lapped furiously about his spewing piss hole as she drew her lips up and down, finally holding them about his piss hole and sucking as she would through a straw. The thick globs of come juice splashed into her mouth, filling it, making her mind soar with ecstasy. Since she had only his piss hole between her lips and her tongue lapping against that, she managed to swallow her father's come juice easily. Her throat had burned, but it wasn't a painful burn. It was a burn of intense sweetness, excitement, and of a growing desire to have more of that delicious stuff flowing into her throat.