She moaned again.
"I think it was, that you want me to."
She had to moan again: "Uhn-hn-hnnn!"
"I want to, too," he murmured.
She felt his tongue lap the length of her pussy, and moaned again, rocking her hips up.
"Was that good, what you wanted? I liked it too, tasted good. Some more?"
She moaned and realized that her eyes were shut. She opened them, looking straight at his balls and cock, but it was now not dangling. He had aroused himself too, and his tongue was lapping. Why had he made such a fuss about not admitting that he wanted to? Of course, he wanted her to suck his cock now. Or did she want to suck one of his balls first; they were nearer, straight above her mouth? She let go of her nipples and reached up and held the top of his hips. When she urged him to lower them, his knees slid back. She could lick it. He chuckled and let his knees slid further. It was resting on her lips. She opened her mouth and raised her head, closing her lips around it, so she could suck it all the way in her mouth. He hummed and lowered his hips further, and she could close her mouth around it. When she let her head sink down, her almost closed jaws pulled on it, and he lowered his hips the last bit to let her head lie on the bed.
She moaned and licked and sucked, and he moaned, forgetting to lick. Was it bigger than Pierre's? It was just the right size to hold in her mouth, about the same size as the head of his cock. She licked and sucked, and he licked again, but then raised his hips slightly. Had he had enough of that, wanted her to suck his cock? One of her hands found it, now more aroused, and his face nodded on her pussy, as he hummed "um-hmm."
She pushed his ball out of her mouth with her tongue and drew his cock back. It brushed over her chin, and then she had it - finally! They both moaned. This is what they had both wanted all along, knew they were going to do. She licked, and he licked. Then he grasped her hip pulled it with him, as he rolled back towards the wall. She rolled with him, not losing his cock, and they got comfortable with a thigh under the other's head, just like she and Marlie usually did it - perfect - and also perfect for sucking a cock. He must have done it like this with her mom. With whom else, the "couple" of pussies he had seen? But her mom hadn't like it like she did, and like he did, like they both did.
His hand slid up her side and found her breast, squeezing it, almost as though he were confirming her thoughts. She rubbed his ass, and his fingers fondled her nipple. She nodded, sucking a little, and slid her hand all over the cheek of his ass, down to the start of his thigh and then down around it, rubbing behind his balls. Did she dare touch him "there"? She didn't, just rubbing her fingers up through his crevice. Had he chuckled, understanding that her fingers had been tempted to?
She concentrated on enjoying sucking and licking his cock, and enjoying his licking her pussy. When he rolled his head back to take a deep breath, she slowed down. He nodded and said:
"No hurry; this is being too much fun to want it to finish."
She nodded with the most cheerful "uhn-hnn" she could with his cock in her mouth, loving that he had admitted that he was enjoying it as much as she was, and also drew a deep breath through her mouth. When he responded with a surprised "oooh," she realized that the cool air around his cock had surprised him. She let his cock recover, thinking that that was what he had meant by "no hurry," then wondering if he would want to take more pauses. She hadn't noticed when his hand had slide up around her, but now it returned to her breast. He chuckled, arousing her nipple again, then slid it down and played with her other one.
"Uhn-hnn!" she responded with a nod and caressed his cock in return. It wasn't as firm as before, but that was good, if he wanted this to take longer. It was being so good, especially his now giving up any pretense that they shouldn't, saying it was fun and playing with her nipples. He hadn't had to do that. She rubbed his ass and sucked gently. He nodded with a hum, squeezing her nipple, then finding the other one again. After arousing it, making her moan and suck more, his hand slid back over her and down to her hip, drawing it closer.
"I love your pretty pink pussy, our kitten," he murmured, and then his mouth was back on it. She moaned deeply; he couldn't have said anything nicer - what he had said, and that he had! And she loved his cock, just couldn't say it, but she could show that she did, how much she did!
Later, she realized that she had forgotten that it was her father's cock, just that had been good. Otherwise, she might not have let her fingers do what they had done with Pierre.
She really began to lick and suck again, and he was clasping her hips to his face with both hands, his other one's having found its way under her waist. Her pussy was being licked and aroused so good, like Marlie did it. Her hand did what it would with her, had done with her brother, creeping down in the cleft of the person with such a suckable cock. Nice! His fingers were also creeping down in hers, so it was all right for hers to do that. They found their goal and rubbed over it. Oh, it felt a little different, but then that was all right, his fingers had found where she wanted to feel it.
For a few moments, she just licked and sucked, and he licked and nibbled - there, where she was most sensitive! Her fingertip probed. She heard a surprised moan - but no complaint. It tightened, but then relaxed. Her finger did what it then always had before, probed again. It tightened again, holding it, and she heard another surprised moan, but then his fingertip probed. She tried to make hers relax. If she wanted his finger in there, he must too, and hers probed again. It let it probe deeper. This time, the moan didn't sound surprised, and his finger probed deeper. She moaned with a nod, remembering to suck and lick again. He had also forgotten lick, but then did again. Instinctively, her fingertip wiggled, and then his did.
Then he was arousing her too much for her to think about what their fingers were doing, as she tried to give his cock as much pleasure. Was it selfish of her to be more looking forward to tasting him? No, that was going to be the proof of its pleasure, and he was moaning. And he was doing everything good that she wanted, making her moan between sucks. It was almost too much, trying to be at two places at once!
At one place, in her mouth, the party reached its climax. He didn't just spurt deep in her throat, with a grunt, the head of his cock was almost there. She gulped. She hadn't had her hand around his cock to prevent that, suddenly realizing that her finger was wiggling deep in him, as he spurted again and again. But his finger was also in her like that! His cock stopped thrusting and spurting, and his hips rocked back a little, letting her swill around and savor what it had given her. He was moaning with long sighs, his head also rocked back a little. Unconsciously, her fingertip moved, and then his did. She nodded with short moan. So aroused, and he wasn't doing anything!
"Oh! Uhn! Really, like that, mine too!" he suddenly exclaimed, wiggling his fingertip.
That was when she remembered that she was with her father, a little surprised, but still much too aroused to do anything but move her head back and let his cock drop, demanding:
"Do it, finish me!"
He rolled his face back to her pussy, and his finger moved in her, as his hands pressed her hips closer. She gave a thankful moan, and then many more aroused ones, nodding when his finger moved in her. Hers had slipped out. Her pelvis began to twitch against his lower lip, as he licked and nibbled and sucked.
She began to gasp and whimper. It was being so terribly good! She wanted to tell him, but could only gasp and whimper. Anticipation was supposed to 90% of something, but she had had all the anticipation she could stand; she wanted the relief of the "something" - her orgasm!
She got it. Her orgasm convulsed her body and flooded his face, It was like an earthquake with aftershocks, a wet first volcanic eruption with minor following ones. Her last thought was to roll back to let her pussy escape from his mouth and tongue.
She lay there, almost unconscious for a few moments, her stomach heaving, as she gasped and sighed with long moans. He wiped his wet face, his head still resting on her thigh, like hers was still resting on his.
They lay like that for what seemed a long time. When her breath had returned to normal, he rested his hand on her stomach. She nodded slightly. When he rubbed his hand on her, she drew it up on her breast. His fingers held it. A few moments later, after a sigh, she murmured:
"A lot more than 'being too much fun'."
"Um-hmm, 'a lot more'," he agreed softly, squeezing her breast.
She tightened her fingers on the back of his hand, and they were silent again for a few moments, until she chuckled and said brightly:
"You know what I have to do."
"Um-hmm! You come and go," he replied with a cheerful chuckle.
The mood had changed.
He turned his hand and took hers and helped her sit up. They smiled at each other. He raised his head and let her get up and then followed her to the bathroom. Instead of turning to the toilet, she grinned at him. He chuckled and said:
"I know, you want to wet my feet again."
"And wash your face. Doesn't it need it?"
"And my, our kitten, and not just my face."
She tried to purr with a nod, grinning as she stepped in the shower and grabbed the knobs for the water. He joined her, smiling and saying:
"No fear, I won't try to give you a cold shower again; it didn't work."
"You wanted it to?"
"Not really, in case you didn't notice."
"Oh Daddy! I did!" she replied and embraced him, looking up for a kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her. It turned into a very good kiss, until she retrieved her tongue and murmured:
"But now I really have to go."
"Do," he suggested, not releasing her.
She shrugged in his arms and did, and then he did, on her pubic hair. They snickered with hugs and then separated. Carefully, she turned on the water, and they had a warm shower together. She was a little surprised that he didn't mention their fingers, He had also wanted to use his; she wasn't going to ask.
When they returned to the room, by now dinner time, he remarked:
