George Krest awoke to first the feeling, then the sound, of a pair of lips racing on his rigid cock, giving him a sloppy blow job. He didn't need to open his eyes to know the tongue begging cum from his balls was his foreign exchange daughter, Ava. Ava was the hottest little brunette to have come from Bohemia since the song from Queen, and she was above and beyond the best little cock-sucker they'd hosted in the last decade. The sensations rocking George's brain were validation of that, and he hesitated only for a moment before running his fingers through her auburn curls, letting her head bob up and down on his impressive member on her own accord.
"Morgen, Papa," she said, pausing for a breath of air before attacking his rod with renewed vigor.
"Oh fuck yes it is. Hell, it's even a good morning!" George half-moaned. Absently, his hand explored the empty half of the bed, happily finding his wife gone. His lust fogged vision focused on the alarm clock, seeing that it read just past noon.
"Oh shit!" he said, trying to gently lift Ava's head from his dick and move at the same time. She would have none of it and sucked harder, her hands grabbing firmly onto his hips
"Uh uh," she moaned, the sensations sending George's libido into overdrive. She slid her mouth quickly and noisily up his thick shaft, and after a whole year of living with the Krests, she finally got enough practice in to let George's thick monster start sliding down her throat. George's mind was on fire and every nerve in his body was raw. His hands in Ava's hair started moving her head for her, and his hips began to piston his rod between her full lips.
"Oh baby," George whispered. "Oh Ava, are you ready for daddy's cum?" he moaned. Ava's humming, enthusiastic response was all it took to finally send George over the edge. He almost felt the nerves fire; Ava's moan vibrating his dick, his balls practically humming with her voice, the sensation as it rocketed up George's back, his muscles contracting, his back arching, his cock pushing further into her mouth. By the time the feeling hit his lust-crazed mind, he felt like he was floating in the bed, and the orgasm that erupted was a volcano, each spurt of his hot jizz was a blinding inferno in George's mind, each one sending him higher and higher.
Ava never stopped sucking on her foreign exchange father's dick. The more he came, the more she moaned, the more she moaned, the harder he fucked her face. Ava could feel her own juices boil as George's sperm filled her mouth and slid down her throat, spraying against her tongue or her tonsils, or even straight down into her belly.
"Oh fuck, Ava! Oh my fucking God!" George moaned, thrashing on the bed as his cock kept spraying his cum down the brunette's velvet throat. She could only smile and feel her pussy leak her cum down her thighs and feel it run over her pink slit, soaking her clit and catching like dew drops in her furry pussy.
George finally came down enough to let his fingers relax. Ava bobbed up and down on George's sensitive dick, giggling with it trapped in her lips as he shuddered and twitched from the feelings still coursing through his body.
"Why did you want me to stop, Papa?" she asked, pushing herself up so she could look George in the eyes. She batted her own eyes innocently, her honey-brown irises almost glowing.
"I was supposed to meet Sheldon at the country club two hours ago!" George said, Ava still pinning his legs to the bed. He smiled at the little bit of his cum leaking from the corner of her mouth, Ava apparently unaware of the milk dribbling down her chin.
"Mama said something like that," Ava said, her hand going to George's rapidly wilting cock and stroking it firmly from base to tip. A small drop of cum squeezed to the top and Ava quickly licked it from his head, noticing that she'd been dribbling at the same time. Her tongue snaked out and licked the line of jizz up; Ava took her time and flicked the tip of her tongue so George could see it. She felt his dick throb in her hand and she giggled again.
"Then why the fuck did she..." George started, his lips pursing tightly. Ava sucked his cock head back into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, making George's whole body shudder at the sudden feeling. "Hey now, I gotta get going here. I'm gonna be in for it as it is."
"Looks like you'll be paying for the beer," Ava joked, rolling over, her perky tits wobbling back and forth quickly before settling back in their normal position. George sat up and his hand shot down to her slit, two of his fingers diving between her lips and getting soaked in her juice.
"Looks like you'll have to have one of your sisters lick you clean; you're a sloppy mess down here, kitten," George said, running his fingers up to her lips and watching them disappear as she sucked them deep into her mouth, her tongue going nuts and her mouth sucking her own cum from his thick fingers.
"No time for that, Papa. We're going to the mall this afternoon," Ava said a moment after George withdrew his fingers from her mouth. "Jill and Mya have an appointment with the salon and Matsumi and I want to go shopping for make up before we have to go back home."
"Get it while it's cheap. Good thinking, baby," George said kindly. He kissed the forehead of his naked foreign exchange student daughter, giving her body a good look up and down, moaning his approval and he went into the bathroom, intending to shower. Instead, he got a good look at Matsumi, spread eagle on the large sink top, shaving her short black fur from her pussy.
"Morning, Angel," he said softly, waiting to not startle her when she had a blade dangerously close to her tight box. Her head snapped up and her dark brown eyes smiled as they met his.
"Hello, Papa," she said, returning to shaving her snatch.
"Almost done there, Mat?" George said, looking at the rapidly disappearing hair and shaving cream. She nodded and took the final swipe with the razor. She looked around for the washcloth she had been using, but George's hand was faster.
"Let me," he said, wiping and kneeling at the same time. "Better angle," he murmured, the rag wiping the last of the stray shaving cream from her pussy lips right before his tongue licked slowly along their ridge. Matsumi almost growled as she moaned, her hands going to George's head and pushing his lips tighter against her pussy.
"You treat me so good, Papa," she cooed, feeling his tongue part her light brown nether lips and separate them to expose her molten pink core. He relished in her taste, still decidedly pussy, but still Japanese pussy. He paused for a moment, Matsumi looking down at him in puzzlement for just long enough to see that he was nowhere near done lavishing her pussy. He nibbled her clit, sucked her pink flesh, and fucked her hard and deep with his long tongue. It didn't take much of her taste or her moans to return the iron to George's 10 inch tool, and it didn't take much of his tongue to drive her over the edge.
