She'd swallowed all of it!
Bums could, only stare down at her dark-haired head in his lap, feeling her throat and tonsils dancing on his dick feeling her suck on the thick cock Slowly, she pulled her head back ant he watched, fascinated, as it reappeared from between her lips, felt all but the head cool as the air hit the saliva coated shaft.
Then she pressed forward on him again. His hands clenched, his fingers twined in her hair, as he watched her lovely young throat muscles clenching and moving, as he felt her esophagus swallowing and working on his dick.
He began gasping, shuddering, his hips moving in short spastic jerks of pleasure. He felt his balls tightening in the sack of his scrotum. The seed was boiling in his testicles and he hoped that the sweet young girl sucking his cock with such natural talent would carry through with her promise to swallow all of it.
The thought of seeing that-to him-virginal young throat working on him as he shot his hot load deep inside her excited him even more. Burns could just visualize the thick white froth around her mouth, dribbling out from between her lips.
He stiffened. What had that sound been? Was someone coming? Her father?
Suzanne sensed the excitement sapping tension in him and redoubled her effort on his sturdy penis. She'd heard the noise as well-and mentally cursed the people in the next room for their clumsiness. She was suit her father had taken a bottle with him and that he'd drained much of it while watching the show through the one-way glass.
He'd queer the whole deal if he distracted Burns!
Faster and faster she rocked her head over his click, taking the throbbing head deep into her throat then relinquishing it until just the glans was between her lips.
She heard the thudding from the room next door just as Burns did. Damn! she thought. What the hell is going on in there? She was doubly angry: because she knew that something was fouling up in the next room, something they hadn't counted on, something capable of wrecking the whole scheme.
And also because she knew Burns was very near to coming and she was furious at the idea of being deprived of his sweet come cascading down her throat And already he was getting limp!
She plummeted her head down on him and sucked as hard as she could, her tongue hiving the base of his cock, feeling the roughness of his pubic hairs even as she swallowed and exercised her deepest throat muscles over his glans butThere was a loud crash and Burns pulled her head off his dick. Frustrated, angry, Suzanne could do nothing except sit back and pound her fists angrily into the floor as the older man came up to his feet and stuffed his cock inside his pants. She didn't even bother to turn her tear-stained face to watch him hurry through the study door.
Chapter 8
Ernie stared through the one-way glass at the unfolding scene of lust and lechery in the next room.
His eyes were locked on his daughter's fine young ass as she wriggled under Burns' touch on her clit, his breath rasped shallowly as his daughter played her hand over Burns' short, stubby cock, his hands opened and closed as his daughter took Burns' dick between her luscious lips.
And Frank noted his fathers reaction.
Ernie's eyes kept flicking from Suzanne's mouth swallowing the intended victim's penis to her asshole, exposed with each bobbing movement of her upper body as she bent to take the dick in, to the chrome pint flask in his hand. It was open and he turned from the scene in the next mom only long enough to take deep gulps of the fiery liquor.
And Frank noted it.
Ernie had one hand deep in his pants pocket, his fingers massaging his big prick through the fabric, unconsciously supplementing with his own touch the excitement he felt.
What had happened to his father? The question suddenly came into Frank's mind and the answers disturbed him-because he knew that in his father, he was seeing himself a few years hence. It was a sight that he hadn't contemplated, but he knew that it was precisely the unavoidable consequences of the heritage he'd so willingly worked for.
Part of Frank's reconsideration was due to finding a girl-hell he thought, hardly more than a kid!-who could handle all nine inches of his cock. Frank was over-sexed, and he knew it and had feared that only his sisters-and they only under duress-could accept it.
But now…
Suddenly, he felt a pang of loss. Seeing his father, he wondered what happened to the kind, gentle, warm man who had so unselfishly given of his time and self to be with his kids.
The shock of his mother's death, Frank knew, had done it. He hadn't realized it then, but the loss of his wife shook Ernie's wind to its foundations.
And Frank knew that his sister's plan was the best thing for all of them. He was sorry that he'd had to be beaten over the head with threat of jail to make him reconsider his position, but he was glad now that he had been. She was right, and Nickie was a brave girl to go through with the first part of it.
Frank determined to make the plan a success, for his own sake, for his sisters' sakes, and for his father's sake.
'Cripes, look at her suck, willya?' Ernie mumbled, half drunkenly.
Frank looked automatically and felt his own huge prick stirring, swelling. He wondered, briefly, if Suzanne could swallow all of his own dick as easily as she seemed to have swallowed Burns'-or as hungrily. She seemed to be getting off on it; from the way her hips shook from time to time.
When he heard the doorknob, turn, Frank restrained himself from turning. He knew that it was Nickie, getting ready for her part in the drama.
Carefully, Frank snapped the mirror across the lense and changed the focus of the camera. His father didn't notice.
Everything was ready, he knew, and at any momentThe door swung open and Nickie stumbled in, falling to one knee. She looked around, feigning surprise and bewilderment at what she saw and opened her mouth.
But Ernie had already leaped to her, clamped one hand around her mouth and the other around her waist, pulling her lightly back against him. 'Well, well, well,' he said softly. 'What have we here? A prowler-or a stroke of good luck?'
Nickie let him feel the taut unfettered swells of her ass against his cock and was vaguely surprised-and pleased-to find it hard and swollen.
Ernie was half loaded-but not that drunk. He felt it and pressed her all the harder against him, savoring the feel. His hand moved from her waist down inside her shorts-and he was delighted to find her naked beneath.
'Oho!' he said, grinning evilly as he let his fingers find their way to entrance of her little cunt. He jammed one thick digit rudely inside-and found, to his surprise as well as when, that she was moist and wet underneath.
Nickie moaned, her twat clutching his invading finger. She suddenly realized that she was looking forward to her part in the plan, looking forward to having her Uncle's big dick crammed into her, looking forward to having Frank watch and film the whole thing.
Ernie felt the movement of her cuntal muscles on his finger and his grin widened. Chuckling deep in his throat, he freed her mouth and began opening the fastener on her halter top.
The top came loose, and the elastic tension released. It fell away from her, exposing her heaving breasts and stiff nipples. Ernie waned no time in letting his hands feast on her firm young flesh, wandering and exploring, squeezing and grasping the smooth young mounds.
'Look at the tits on her, Frankie boy, just look at her nice little boobs. Pretty nice, aren't they?' He chuckled, a bit louder this time, as he crammed another finger into Nickie's receptive muff.
The sweet young girl gave her passions full rein over her actions. She ground her hips, closing her legs to lock his hand against her pubis, his fingers inside her.
'You just keep filming, Frankie boy and let your old man take care of this little fluff here. Age before beauty, you know. Heheheheh!'
