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CHAPTER FOUR

Usually when she sucked a man off, Rebecca liked to take his cock deep into her mouth as he came, but she was not a one-dimensional cocksucker and she varied her technique from time to time. Sometimes she would take just the head in her mouth and jerk the man off. Other times she would use only her tongue, lapping at the underside of his crown until he shot, or just her lips, skimming up and down his stalk as if she were playing the flute. Now, inspired by Bill's tale, she decided to do it in a different manner.

Bill had quite obviously been intrigued by the sight of the boys jism shooting out from the head of his prick. If he came in Rebecca's mouth, he would not get to see the joy juice spurt from his prick and Rebecca knew that, in his present mood, that was a sight that the man would relish.

She slowly drew her lips from his knob.

Bill humped up from the bed, his prick hard as a rock and humming like a tuning fork. The head was smoking. He opened his eyes, returning from his recollections to the present, wondering why she had stopped sucking on his cock.

Rebecca looked up at him.

"Watch," she said.

Bill was watching, no doubt of that. His face was twisted by passion. Rebecca's face, too, reflected her dark desires. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips moist and parted. They were both panting heavily. She looked into Bill's face for along, meaningful moment. She smiled slightly. Her eyes gleamed wickedly.

She began to jerk him off.

Like Debby had done.

Bill moaned.

Rebecca held his balls in one hand and stroked up and down his shaft with the other, skimming lightly over the fiery flesh at first, then tightening her grip. Bill began to hump, fucking up through her fist as it rose and fell.

Was he pretending that she was Debby?

Rebecca didn't care where his thoughts were, as long as his prick was in her hand.

She said, "Watch!"

She leaned over him, her face just above the raging head of his huge cock. But she didn't go down on him. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue out, folding it over her lower lip. Then, not touching him with her mouth but poised a few inches above him, she pumped his prick up and down and waited to be fed.

Bill stared, fascinated.

He thought about Debby. He saw Rebecca. The two, woman and girl, lover and daughter, blended into one in his mind. He stopped humping and held himself rigid, his back arched so that his gigantic prick loomed far above his loins. His chin rested on his breastbone as he looked down, waiting to see his jism spurt out.

Rebecca's tongue slid across her lower lip. "Come," she said – as Debby had.

"Yes… yes – now!" he gasped.

He came.

The creamy jism blossomed from the head of his prick like a great pearly flower. It spurted straight up, skimming over her curled tongue and hosing her mouth. Rebecca whimpered with joy and kept beating him up and down, pulling spurt after spurt of cum out of him and taking it all in her mouth. Bill saw the thick sap rush across the inch between them, saw his spunk as it shot into her mouth. He saw streamers of the stuff running over her tongue and frothy ribbons coating her lips. He saw her gulp and swallow – and poured more into her.

Rebecca milked him dry.

She turned her face towards him, her mouth still open, so that he could see his cum on her tongue and in her cheeks. The thick stuff dripped from her chin and washed about her gums. A creamy strand hung from her palate like a stalactite.

Still facing him, her mouth still wide open, Rebecca threw her head back and let him watch his jism run down her gullet.

"Ummm," she purred. "Yummy."

Then she turned her face down, took his prick into her mouth and slurped up the dregs of his lust. She used her tongue to gather up the stray drops that had run onto his balls. She sucked and lapped his cock until it glistened.

She stretched out beside him. Bill kissed her deeply, lovingly.

They rested for a few moments, both knowing that very soon they would be ready for more.

And Rebecca was thinking.

"Why don't you send Debby over soon, darling?" she suggested. "Why not this afternoon?"

"All right," he agreed. "I'll be pleased to talk to her." He nodded.

He was frowning slightly.

He said, "I feel pretty damned ashamed of myself – getting horny over my own daughter."

"Well, she is sexy."

"But still…"

Rebecca was smiling in a strange fashion. "And spying on her, as well," he said. "I'm glad that you did, darling," said Rebecca. "I don't care what made you so horny – as long as I was the one to get that lovely cuntful and that delicious mouthful."

Bill grinned.

"There's more where that came from," he said.

And, sure enough, there was.