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.