CHAPTER ONE

"I'm over eighteen, Papa, old enough now to know what I want!" Kitty Harmon insisted. "Old enough for you to treat me like a woman instead of just a little girl!"

"Baby," Luke Harmon said, squirming from the pressure being put on him, "you know I've always tried to give you anything you asked for. That still goes, too. I'll do my best to give you anything… except this!"

"Papa, you know you want to as much as I do!" Kitty purred, sexily playing with the buttons on her father's shirt. "You're just afraid that Mama will find out about us, that's all. But she doesn't have to if we're careful. And what she doesn't know can't hurt her."

"Don't start dragging your mother into this," Luke replied. "Even if I'd brought you up just by myself and it was just us two on the farm, I couldn't do this. What's wrong is wrong, no ifs, ands or buts about it! I'm a decent man, and I'm going to do my best to make sure you stay a decent girl!"

"Then," Kitty said, "I don't turn you on, Papa?"

Luke Harmon cringed, but he didn't answer Kitty's bottom-line question. He seemed frightened to tell the truth.

"Tell you what, Papa," Kitty said. "If I don't turn you on, I'll drop the whole thing. Never bring it up again. We'll both forget it ever happened. Is it a deal, Papa?"

Luke remained silent. And Kitty knew why, which was the reason she'd made the offer to supposedly let him off the hook. The telltale mound at the crotch of her father's pants told her that he couldn't win.

"Is it a deal, Papa?" she repeated.

Still tongue-tied, Luke wavered like he were trying to back away, but couldn't get his body to resist the mounting temptation.

"You'd tell me no right now if that's what you really meant, Papa," Kitty said. "So…"

She knelt before him and Luke cringed. But he stayed put.

"Ali, we'll find out in a second for sure whether I turn you on!" Kitty murmured, her father helplessly under her spell.

Down Luke's dusty jeans came, followed by the bottom half of his long johns. As a result, springing forth in jutting arousal was the last thing Luke wanted Kitty to see, yet he was powerless to hide from her.

"Mmmm, Papa!" she cried at the sight of his hard cock. "Didn't have any idea you were this hung!"

Kitty was fascinated by her father's cock – his big, hard cock. At least ten inches his cock had to measure, his cock-head like a miniature fist.

"Has Mama ever sucked your big cock all the way down her throat, to your balls, Papa?" Kitty asked with panting curiosity.

"I told you," Luke groaned, finally recovering his voice, "leave your mother out of this?"

"Sure, Papa, sure!" Kitty said. "This is just between you and me, anyway… what really counts today is if I've got what it takes to suck your whole cock!"

Luke looked away as she made her move. He felt Kitty's soft lips close around his prick's chunky knob with hungry suction.

"What kind of man am I?" he breathlessly asked himself. "To go ahead and let my own little girl do such a thing to me!"

With her mouth full of prick, Kitty overheard and readily answered her father. "What kind of man are you, Papa? A stud, Papa, nothing but a stud! Just the way I've always planned for us. My own personal stud service!"

Then she swallowed more prick, reaching his heavily veined cock-shaft. Luke still looked away, but his uncontrollable reaction in his cock left nothing to the imagination. His bucking crotch forced several inches of cock into Kitty's welcoming throat.

"More, Papa… more!" she urged, choking on so much prick-meat, yet managing to talk nevertheless.

Luke felt like a criminal. But, at the same time, there was the sheer pleasure that resulted from being on the receiving end of a young girl's blowjob. Adding to Luke's guilt, his crotch delivered another cock-thrust. He felt, the sudden grasp of Kitty's lips all the way down around the root of his hard-on.

Just to be certain he'd actually done it, he finally looked directly toward his loins. Sure enough, he saw, he'd fed her his whole cock. His little girl was deep-throating his entire cock!

Although Luke had warned Kitty to leave her mother out of it, he blurted out, "Oh, baby, your mama never did it to me like this!"

That was what Kitty had been waiting to hear. Having proved she could swallow every inch of her father's prick when her mother couldn't, she began sucking back and forth along its length. She made her father fuck her in the mouth.

"Can't stop… can't stop!" Luke moaned, rolling his hips in rhythmic reply. "And if I don't stop, won't be long before I'm gonna gonna…"

Kitty knew exactly what he was trying to say. Although his was the first cock she'd ever tasted, its flexing, throbbing state in her oral grip left no doubt that the creamy pay-off was near. Her father was on the verge of cumming in her mouth.

To make it happen as soon as possible, Kitty primed his balls with her squeezing hand. She could almost hear his balls squish with all that jizz they were about to send shooting down her throat.

"God, can't help it!" Luke groaned.

His cock abruptly spurted. Kitty swallowed just as fast. The flavor of her father's cum was so sweet, it almost made her cum, too. Every precious drop was what she was after, and she didn't stop slurping until she had succeeded.

"You've got it all, baby!" Luke Harmon croaked when his balls were drained. "My cock's never felt so sucked!"

He pulled his cock out, expecting that his hard-on would be gone. However, to his surprise, in spite of the wad he'd just shot, his cock was as stiff as ever.

"Well, Papa," Kitty teased, "looks like you're ready for even more of me!"

Luke warily asked her what she meant.

"I'll let you figure it out for yourself, Papa," Kitty teased some more.

Kitty began to strip. Her outer layer of clothing was typical farm wear like her father's – jeans and a flannel shirt. But underneath, rather than long johns, her sleek curves were graced by the fanciest bra and panties a farm girl could send away for from a mail-order catalog.

"Gee!" Luke gulped when he saw her in the lacy attire that left her clad in next to nothing. "You look like a pin-up picture come to life in those, baby!"

"I look even better out of them, Papa!" Kitty giggled.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall away. Her tits, while not exceptionally large, were perfectly shaped, sagging not an inch when they were naked and free.

"Beautiful!" Luke cried at the sight of Kitty's tits.

"Just wait, Papa, I get even better!" Kitty said.

She began peeling down her panties. She did it slowly, keeping her father in suspense about what she had between her legs until the last possible second.

Then her panties were gone and Luke Harmon gasped. "Oh, my God! It's too good to be true! Just the way I remember it from when you really were just a little girl… when you couldn't have been any older than ten!"

"Of course, I have to shave my pussy now to keep it this smooth," Kitty said of her bald cunt. "But anything for you, Papa! I knew you'd like my pussy to still be this way when I was ready for you to do something about it. Yes, still the same way as when I was really your little girl. Not a hair in sight!"

"It's almost like," Luke murmured, "if did anything more to you after I've seen you this way, it would be nearly the same as doing it to you when you were still that young."

"That's the idea, Papa," cooed Kitty. "No matter how much of a woman I am, I still wanna be that little girl for you when you do it to me."

"D-do what?" Luke stammered.

"I told you already that you were gonna have to figure it out for yourself, Papa," Kitty said coyly. "But, don't worry, I won't make it that tough for you!"

Kitty drifted over to the couch. Stretching her naked body out across the sofa, she hooked one leg over the backrest and dangled her other leg onto the floor. That spread her hairless cunt wide open, dazzling her father with inner pink.

"Now, when a girl shows her body, like this, no matter how young she looks," Kitty pointedly hinted, "she can only be ready for one thing. You tell me, Papa. What is it?"

Luke Harmon, though, just couldn't quite bring himself to mutter the key word. It caught in his throat, actually making him cough.

"Then why don't you just spell it out for me, Papa?" Kitty coned. "Just four simple letters. A four-letter ward everyone knows. Okay?"

Luke nodded. "F…"

"What's next, Papa?"

"U…"

"You're halfway there, Papa!"

"C…"

"One more, Papa."

"Oh! K…" Luke Harmon said.

"Now, all together, Papa!" Kitty prompted.

"F-u-c-k," her father murmured.

"So, what're you gonna do to me now, Papa?"

Luke took the deepest breath of his life and told Kitty what she was waiting to hear. "Fuck you, baby. Papa's gonna fuck you…"

He picked up steam.

"Papa's gonna fuck your little girl's cunt with his big, hard cock!"

"Then here it is, Papa!" said Kitty, finger bang her pussy-lips apart as wide as they'd stretch.

Her father went to her, his rigid cock in his hand as if he were pulling the rest of himself forward with it. He settled between Kitty's spread thighs, and cum with his ten inches of cock.

"Put it into me, Papa!" urged Kitty. "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!"

Luke took the plunge as Kitty pushed back from beneath him. However, his cock did not hilt her pussy as he'd anticipated. Something stubbornly resisted from within, actually making his hard-on buckle.

Luke figured it out at once, sputtering, "Jesus! You're still cherry, aren't you?"

Although she was in temporary pain from the cock-thrusting assault on her virginity, Kitty sweetly replied, "I thought you knew that, Papa. You wouldn't want your little girl to be any other way the first time you fucked her, would you, Papa?"

Luke thought about it a moment, then admitted to himself that he guessed not. If a man went as far as fucking his female child, it just wouldn't be right if he weren't the one who took her cherry.

"So then, what're you waiting for, Papa? Pop it! Pop my cherry!" Kitty demanded.

Luke still hesitated. Kitty didn't, however. Her crotch surged up from the couch so she could force as much cock into her cunt as she could. And Luke passed the point of no return, answering with all the strength he had behind the weapon of his ten-inch cock.

Kitty shrieked, "Oh, Papa, you stud! It's happened! My cherry… popped! Just feel how bloody my pussy is for you now!"

Luke nervously reached down into the crush of their loins. His trembling fingers came back up and dripping.

"It's true!" he muttered in awe of his accomplishment. "I-I just took my little girl's cherry!"

"Hope you're not gonna stop there, Papa," Kitty said. "'Cause you've still got plenty to do to finish the job on me. Need to make me cum from the first cock in my cunt, then shoot me full of your jizz!"

Leaving nothing to chance, Kitty began wiggling her ass so the friction between her father's hilted prick and her eager pussy could grab hold. Luke pumped in reply and into high gear.

"Ahhhhh, this is how I always knew it would be!" swooned Kitty. "What a trip! Just feeling cum for you now, Papa!"

Kitty climaxed on the spot. There was so much female cum that it and the blood from her popped cherry overflowed from Kitty's cunt into the crack of her ass.

"I'm cumming so much!" she cried. "It feels like I'm pissing at the same time I'm getting fucked! That's how hot and wet my pussy is!"

Luke reached down to their joined crotches and dampened his fingers again. Kitty grabbed his hand and brought it to her tits. She smeared the glistening slime all over them, as if it were a badge of honor.

"Oh, Papa, I know I'm still your little girl and I always will be," she said, "but, thanks to your big cock, I'm finally a real woman now, too!"

"More woman than I've ever fucked!" Luke admitted. "God, what a tight, wet cunt!"

"And I've been saving it just for you, Papa," Kitty moaned. "Plenty of boys tried to get into bed to fuck my pants, but I always knew you me first. Down deep, I guess, its every girl's fantasy to give her cherry to her own father – but not many of us can make the dream come true. So that's gotta make me as lucky as I can get!"

"Not as lucky as I am!" Luke said. "I raised you from a pup, watching you grow up every inch of the way. And every day that went by, I was more sure that you were the most beautiful, little girl there could be. Couldn't help wanting you for myself, and hating the idea of you giving yourself away to some punk your own age. And now – this! Whatever else happens from here on, I've had the best piece of ass any man can!"

"But you're not through fucking me yet, Papa! And if you add some sucking along with it, we'll get even luckier!"

Kitty bunched her tits together so her rigid nipples plumply quivered side by side. Her father leaned down and took both her nips in his mouth at the same time with a slurping suction.

"Ooooohhhh, it's sen-sucking-sational with your mouth on my tits, Papa!" Kitty cried with delight. "Goes just perfect with your fan fucking-tastic cock in my cunt!"

"Oh, you whore… that's what you are, down deep. A whore! Papa's special whore. 'Cause no normal female can get a man as hot as I am for you. She's gotta be an expert for that it all the years I've been married to your mother, no matter how much I love her, we never had it this good between us!"

"Not even the night when you fucked Mama and made me?" Kitty asked, riding the crest of his praise.

And as soon as she'd asked it, her father completely froze, his sucking and fucking abruptly, stalling.

"Papa, what's wrong?"

"I-I can't tell you. Just can't tell you, little girl, that's all!"

"But a second ago I was your whore. You couldn't suck and fuck me enough. And now…"

"Leave it alone, Kitty! I'm warning you. Just let it be. Please, baby, please!"

"Then just start sucking and fucking me again like you were before, Papa. If you do, you won't hear anything more out of me except how much I'm cumming."

"You sure of that?"

"Just trust me, Papa. Try me!"

With Kitty's promise that she'd stop grilling him about his sex life with his wife, Luke fought over his hang-up and returned his attention to the luscious, teenaged tits and at at his disposal. He threw himself back into sucking and fucking as if thinking that could blot out what had been bothering him.

Sooner or later, Kitty supposed, she'd find out the truth about her parents. But at the moment she was only too willing to trade her curiosity for raw passion. Her sucking, fucking father had abruptly started her cumming again.

"Ooooohhhh, Papa!" she moaned. "Take me all the way to the end now. The perfect ending to the perfect fuck! Keep me cumming for you until after you're cumming for me, too!"

Luke poured it on. Along with his mouth on her tits and cock in her pussy, he added a stabbing finger up Kitty's asshole. She was thrilled by that, never having suspected before that she was so horny in the place where she shit. She thought she could have cum just from getting her ass finger-fucked in itself. And along with her sucked tits and prick-filled cunt, the effect was three times more, wonderful.

"Don't know how much longer I can stand so much of a good thing," she said. "Papa, maybe you'd better hurry up and cum, to put me out of my misery. My sweet, sweet misery! Hate for it to end… but I just might wind up sucked, fucked and fingered to death if it doesn't!"

"You got it, baby!" Luke said with the urgency in his voice indicating he was holding back on shooting his wad as long he could stand it. His and Kitty's needs were perfectly timed to feed one another.

She tugged and hauled with her cunt, almost jacking his cock off with her pussy as his prick was fucking her. Then Luke gawk to her – an erupting torrent of scalding jizz.

"OOohhhh, Papa, your cum burns my pussy soo goooood!" Kitty cried. Then, burning equally from the feverish frenzy of her orgasm, she forgot herself and recklessly added, "And best of all, I know it's the same hot cum that shot into Mama's cunt the night you fucked her and made me happen!"

She couldn't have said anything worse!

"You damned bitch!" her father thunders at her, his cock pinching off the last of his jizz as he immediately withdrew it from her cunt. "Didn't I tell you to shut up about that? You promised!"

"I'm sorry, Papa," Kitty sputtered, asking for forgiveness. "Just got carried away, that's all! Didn't mean anything by it!"

"Bullshit!" Luke Harmon snarled. "You've been playing me for a fool all along. You never would have tried this if you hadn't known all along, you scheming, little cunt!"

"I don't know anything, Papa!" Kitty desperately pleaded. "Except that all I ever wanted was for you to take my cherry!"

"Liar!"

Luke brutally slapped Kitty's face. She hadn't the faintest idea what had gotten into him, except that it had something to do with her mother. If only she could ask Mama what in the world it was all about, she thought. But that would be impossible, when her reason for wanting to know was because she'd fucked her father.

Then, without warning, Kitty had no further reason to keep the secret of father-daughter incest.

"Luke Harmon, you son of a bitch!" Elsie Harmon cried from the doorway. "Get the blazes off that little girl and out of here before I kill you!"

Luke bolted up, ready to run. But before he fled from his threatening wife, he said, "Well, Kitty, expect you'll find out now what it's all about, after all. Tried my best to keep it from you, but you're on your own now!"

Then Luke was gone. They could see him running through the cornfield when he'd left the house. He was still in full stride when he disappeared into the stalks, not looking back.

CHAPTER TWO

Elsie's small size and normally pleasant face were misleading. Many years as a farmer's wife had made Elsie Harmon as tough a woman as they come. Without much formal education, she was in the habit of looking reality square in the eye to see herself through hard times, and now was no exception. What was done was done, Elsie thought, so there was no use in her beating around the bush with Kitty.

"Girl," she said, "I'll help you pack your things. It's time for you to make your own way in the world. You can't stay here anymore! Not after… this!"

"But, Mama!" Kitty sobbed. "Where will I go? This is my home!"

"Not from now on, it ain't!" Elsie snapped. "Can't have you turning this place upside down because you can't keep your legs crossed. Only room enough for one of us to act like a woman in the bed on this farm. And you're looking at her, girl!"

"Okay, Mama, I get the message. I'll leave Papa alone. He's all yours!" Kitty promised.

"Ain't that simple!" Elsie Harmon said, blunter than ever. "Once a man dips his wick into some sweet, little piece of ass, he's hooked. He's always gonna be sniffing around for more of the same as long as she's around to give off her scent. And I'm not about to lose my man to any such type, no matter who she is! Even you, honey!"

"You're my parents, though," Kitty pleaded. "No matter what I did with Papa, you can't just turn me out like this. Mama, I'm your own flesh and blood!"

Elsie Harmon took a deep breath and said, "So that's what you're counting onto save you, is it, girl?"

"It sure ought to count for something, Mama! Count for plenty!" Kitty said desperately. "Tell me I'm your only child!"

"If," Elsie Harmon whispered in an hush, "it was true!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kitty asked. "You've got some other kids somewhere, Mama, I don't know about?"

"No, girl, you've got it backwards," Elsie answered, whispering still. "Fact is, we got no children anywhere on God's earth."

"Just me, you mean," Kitty said.

"Meant just what I said, girl! Got no natural born kids no way, no place, no how!" Elsie said with stark simplicity. "Can't make it plainer than that to you, girl."

"Then, I'm adopted?"

Elsie nodded, then said, "I've got the papers in my bible. Give 'em to you when you leave and you can do with 'em what you will. Look up your real kin if you choose and see if you fit in there, flow that you've got no place here anymore."

Overwhelmed, Kitty had no more to say. The rest of the last day she spent on the farm was a daze to her. As the sun went down, she found herself on a bus, traveling toward an unknown horizon.

Her birth certificate listed her mother as someone named Claire Fisher. Seventeen and unmarried. Her father was a year older, a boy named John Branch. The town was Centerville, about halfway across the state from the farm where Kitty had been raised. When the bus pulled in there around midnight, Kitty ended her ride.

She walked the unfamiliar streets of the area for a while, then slipped into a phone booth. There was no Claire Fisher in the book, but a listing for a John Branch seemed to jump off the page. Trying to get up the nerve to call the number, Kitty was interrupted by a sharp rap on the glass.

"Out a little past bedtime, aren't you, girlie?" a cop drawled after he'd motioned Kitty out of the booth. "Just what's your business this time of night, anyhow?"

"I-I'm new in town," Kitty stammered.

"Don't have to tell me what I already know," the cop smugly said. "It's my business to keep an eye out for strangers. 'Specially when they're female and out walking the streets later than any decent girl's do. Know what I mean?"

"Y-you think I'm a prostitute?" Kitty asked. "Lemme put it this way, little lady," the cop said. "Unless you can prove to me you got somewhere respectable to go, I'm running you in. So what's it gonna be?"

Thinking quickly, Kitty said the first thing that came to mind.

"Glenrock Street," she said to the cop. "That's where I'm going. I've got kin there. Family. I was just about to call and tell them I'm here. Uh, I'm a day ahead of when they were expecting me. You know them?"

The cop's whole attitude changed. "John Branch, huh? Well, why didn't you say so? That's a horse of a different color. Here, least I can do is give you a ride over there. After all, any kin of Uncle John's is kin to me, too."

And, indeed, Kitty now noticed that the cop's nameplate clearly read Branch.

"Yeah!" he said, leading her to the patrol car. "My daddy and Uncle John are brothers, you know. They call me Buster."

Kitty had no choice but to introduce herself and invent a part of the family to satisfy the curiosity of the cop. She told the officer something about relatives in Mossy Fork, the nearest spot on the map to where she'd been raised.

"Thought you sounded like a farm girl," Buster said, seeming to buy her explanation. "Pretty fertile one, too. You got yourself a farm back there in Mossy Fork?"

Kitty shook her head, deciding to avoid tripping herself up with any more lies than need be.

But then she realized she'd stopped too soon. Buster was practically undressing her with his eyes and letting her know that he was unattached himself.

Since the car hadn't moved, Kitty nervously said, "Shouldn't we get going now? I'm sure you're awfully busy, being on duty and all."

"Naw, it's a slow night," Buster answered.

"I'm not in any hurry, if you aren't. Tell you what, since you're new in town, how about if I show you around before I drop you off at Uncle John's? Know a place where you can get a real good look at the town."

Wary of getting on the wrong side of not only the law, but someone who might be her cousin, Kitty agreed to go along. Buster started driving. Inside of five minutes they were parked on a bluff, overlooking the few remaining lights in Centerville at that time of night.

"Kids come up here to make out. Call it Make-out Point, in fact," Buster said, telling Kitty what she'd already suspected. "None of them will try anything as long as we're around, though. Patrol car scares 'em off. So we have the place to ourselves, private as you can get. Yeah, just you and me!"

His arm edged over and fell around Kitty's shoulders. He leaned close enough to her so she could feel his breath against her face.

"Jib, Buster," she said when his free hand sneaked onto her thigh. "Really, I think we'd better leave. I'm supposed to be somewhere…"

"Hey, relax," Buster answered. "Said yourself that Uncle John's not expecting you until tomorrow. You can stay out as late with me tonight as you want and nobody'll be the wiser. We're the only ones who'll know!"

"Know… about what?" Kitty asked.

"What else?" Buster said with a grin. "You don't have a fella back in Mossy Fork, I don't have a girl here in town, and nobody knows we're together. No strings attached. Trust me, little lady, we can make some beautiful music together if you're in the mood. And I'd bet my badge you are, especially once I warm you up!"

Ever since Buster had looked at her when she got into the patrol car, Kitty had expected that it might come to that. However, now that it actually had, she remained at a loss as to what to do.

Buster smirked at her. "Here, maybe this'll help you make up your mind real quick!"

His free hand went from Kitty's thigh to his bulging fly. He unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out what, in his macho opinion, he considered irresistible.

"Well?" he confidently asked.

Kitty was stunned. His cock was so big that its size took her breath away. His prick had to be at least a foot long, she thought, and so thick! She hadn't realized any man could be hung quite like that. She had to wonder if she were woman enough for so much cock-meat.

"Think you could suck the whole thing?" Buster asked.

"I-I dunno," Kitty stammered.

"Only one way to find out then, isn't there?" Buster said. "Go for it, baby, you'll never know unless you try. Unless I make you try!"

He wasn't the type who held back once lust was in his blood. After he'd forced Kitty down on the front seat, his massive cock-head was suddenly in her face.

"Open that mouth up and let me fuck it for you," he said.

Pinned down, Kitty thought about screaming. But for what? she wondered. A cop?

So, accepting her fate, she murmured, "Okay, I'll give you a blow-job. But that's all. Then you have to take me where I'm going and forget this ever happened."

Buster was busy forcing his huge prick into her mouth and down her throat. And once she had tasted his cock, Kitty was hooked. Her natural reflex was to just start sucking and set aside her worries about what might happen.

Nothing mattered now, except proving to herself that she had what it took to deep-throat the biggest cock she guessed she'd ever have the chance to see. Inch after inch she swallowed, until she was on the verge of gagging. But there was still so much more. Determined not to let Buster's cock get the best of her, Kitty braced herself and sucked harder.

She was in a breathless daze by the time Buster announced, "Wow! I didn't really think you could do it! No other chick in this town ever has. But just look at you! Got your damned cunt of a mouth around every bit of my big prick, all the way to my balls!"

Kitty became aware that her face was being tickled by Buster's hairy crotch. There was no doubt she'd gone down on him all the way. Spurred on by her success, Kitty sucked his cock in earnest.

"Oh, baby!" Buster moaned with mounting pleasure as Kitty's mouth began moving along the length of his prick. "Your mouth gets more like a cunt all the time. What a load of jizz I'm gonna shoot for you!"

At the mention of this, Kitty's thirst for it became all consuming. To prime Buster's supply, she squeezed his hairy balls with one hand and finger-fucked his gritty asshole with the middle finger of her other hand.

"Jeez! Maybe I should have run you in as a whore, after all!" Buster groaned with delight. "'Cause you sure as hell go down on a guy like one. More whore than I could ever afford on a cop's pay!"

Kitty had never felt more flattered in her life. She stepped up the action even more to live up to his praise. At that rate, she thought, Buster's jizz would have to soon be hers.

"My cock's ready to blow, baby! Hold on, 'cause here it comes!"

His cock exploded with liquid fury in the depths of Kitty's throat. His prick wasn't just spurting. Buster's jizz gushed in a continuous stream, as though he were creamily pissing it. As fast as his cum arrived, Kitty gulped it down at the same pace. Not until Buster's climax had dribbled to a close did she release her oral grasp, having downed every last drop of jism she could dredge from his balls.

"Gotta hand it to you, little lady," he murmured when it was over, "a guy could live his whole life and never get a blow-job as good as the number you just did on me! You're the best! An actual piece of ass from any other chick...