This is a continuation on what began as an innocent neighborhood barbeque in chapter one. Introduction to the main characters can be found there. Before the story continues though I'd just like to thank all of you who've sent such lovely comments. It means a lot to hear that you like my writing, and I'm sorry if my updates aren't all that regular. I also should add that English isn't my native tongue, so any mistakes in phrasing is possibly due to that. I do try to keep mistakes to a minimum though. Feedback is most welcome.
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As he didn't know who had moaned George felt he should investigate who was making the sound, and not merely storm in and interrupt what sounded like someone having a really good time. Still, as he came closer he couldn't shake the nagging thought that the sound came from Annas room. The moaning sounds were becoming more rhythmic, and George thought he definitely could hear a slurping sound. Even with his prude, sexually repressed wife, George was no rookie. "Now that sure sounds like a blow job," he thought and snuck up to the crack in the door way.
The first thing that met his eyes was a sideways view of Steven who stood there proud with his eyes closed, his place betraying the great pleasure he felt. What George saw when he looked further down floored him. There Anna was, not only on her knees in front of Steven, but topless. Adding to that she had Stevens cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down his shaft.
"That son of a bitch!" was Georges first reaction. "How dare he stick his cock in my daughters mouth?" George really wanted to kick in the door and kick Stevens ass, yet he found himself doing nothing. Instead he found himself looking at his daughters big breasts as they bounced slightly in rhythm with the movements of her head. That young, firm skin... So pretty... So innocent... So sexy... So sexy those breasts would look covered in cum... "No," he silently reprimanded himself. "That's your daughter. Your sweet innocent lovely daughter, Anna."
Anna looked up at Stevens face and felt a certain pride. Steven looked just like her boyfriend did when Anna tried to get his creative juices flowing. And by the sounds of his moaning, Anna guessed from her experiences with her boyfriend, that the juices might come soon. She enjoyed the feeling of this massive thing filling her mouth, so she reluctantly pulled herself of it. Without meaning to she instead wrapped her hand around the shaft and started stroking. It felt like the natural thing to do, and Steven didn't seem to mind, so she stroked him a little faster. "Mister Steven... sir..." Anna said, feeling a little unsure how to address him, now that she felt like she was employing his professional talent. "Where do you want me to take your juices?"
Steven almost came right away when he heard the question. Here he had the opportunity to do pretty much as he pleased, and she would agree with a smile. He realized he would need to compose himself for a moment though in order to sound credible, and so he cleared his throat. "For this to have the maximum effect, sweetie, I need you to put it back in your mouth, and press it as deep in your mouth as you possibly can. When I tell you the juices are coming, I need you to swallow them, ok?"
Annas smile widened. This was just the thing she had practiced with her boyfriend to maximize the effect on him as well, so Anna nodded and once again wrapped her lips around the glistening cock and started taking it deeper and deeper.
George stood dumb founded as he watched the exchange. How could his one and only daughter be such a natural cock sucker? How could she take so much of that pretty impressive cock she was now using as a lolly pop? And why was she pinching her own nipples while she did it? Was that a moan from Anna i just heard? All these questions and a thousand more swirled through Georges head as the paternal part of his brain told him that was his daughter, and no man should get away with what Steven was doing just now.
The rest of Georges brain however told him to look down, and when he did, he realized he had unzipped his pants and was now stroking a hard-on. In fact, it was quite some time since he had been so hard. As he looked back at Anna he realized he was mesmerized by her breasts, and her cute little nipples, so at odds with the size of her breasts.
As if in spite the paternal part of Georges brain realized it was fighting a losing battle, it asked George "fine, but where are you gonna cum, you bastard?" The rest of his brain saw a bathroom nearby and he snuck in and locked the door behind him. With the mental picture of what he'd just seen, it didn't take George long to cum in the sink.
Steven felt that familiar tingling feeling as Anna actually managed to bump her nose against his pelvis. This girl was amazing. Steven stretched his arms to the sides and felt like yelling "I'm the king of the world!" but settled for saying "Good girl, Anna. My juices are gonna come very soon," which made Anna try that extra bit harder. Steven was unable to keep himself from groaning loudly as he started cumming, and he all but teared up as he looked down at this incredibly beautiful, and kind and also mind-numbingly naive young woman who really did her best to swallow all his cum.
As Anna felt that Stevens juices had stopped coming, she was reluctant to pull her mouth off his cock. It felt so good having one inside her, and something inside her said "this is mine. I wanna keep it." There was also a strange feeling inside her, that came every time she did this. A strange feeling between her legs and it also made her touch her own breasts for some reason. All she knew was that it made her feel good, and something that good couldn't be wrong, right?
After a moment she thought to herself that she was being unfair, and that she should let Steven have his thingy back and slowly extricated herself from his still hard cock. Again she couldn't help herself but stroke it lovingly and look at it with a big smile. She eventually looked up at Steven. "You think it worked?" she asked.
