Molly wrapped her fingers tightly around Jim's throbbing cock, sliding her fist to the root. She stared intently at the rosy cock knob for several seconds, seeing how the whole fat crown glistened with sticky spunk. She lowered her head, and thrust out her tongue, eagerly licking the tasty juice from the tingling tip of his dick.
"Oh, fuck! That feels great, Mol!" Jim writhed, holding her head with one hand and bracing himself against the wall with the other. "Put it all in your mouth now, make me cum..."
Molly let her lips slide over his pulsing cock, slurping in inch after inch of his thick meat. Blowing Jim was so different than her father or Aaron, with their longer, thinner cock. It was difficult to take in their full lengths. Yet Jim's girth filled her entire mouth, so every one of her taste buds absorbed his delicious musk.
When she'd inhaled him nearly down to his pubes, Molly started sucking hard. Jim's huge cock responded to her wet assault by growing even bigger and stiffer. His cock knob puffed up obscenely, pulsating on the roof of her gullet.
"You're going to get me off like that, Jim groaned. "Don't stop!"
Molly gurgled her excited reply, but Jim may not have heard her. The slurping sounds of her blowjob had become very loud too, filling up the small supply closet. She could feel her pussy beginning to tingle with arousal.
"Flight 241 is now open for general boarding – all passengers should be checked in at Gate C-3," came the announcement, and Molly knew it was time to finish Jim off.
She started bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth with her boy toy's meaty cock. Her fingers tightened around the root of his cock, then she stroked his entire length as she sucked the tip, swirling her tongue around the head.
"Jesus, this is going to be a huge load! Are you ready for me?"
Jim could hardly remain standing now. Molly began to pucker her lips and puff her cheeks out around his cock's stiffness, which she knew would send him over the edge.
"Fuck yes - swallow it, Mol! It's all for you, baby!"
Jim thrust his cock forward one last time to accompany the torrent of jism that blasted out of the head. The cum spewed down Molly's throat, and she could feel the second and third pulses squirt all around the inside of her mouth. She loved the taste of Jim's seed – each man she blew had his own flavor, and Jim's had a touch of curry to it. Must be all that Indian food he eats, she thought the first time he came in her mouth, and now to her it was just how Jim tasted.
She milked his spurting cock all the way through orgasm, and then Molly licked her lips to make sure she didn't waste a drop. Her belly was full of Jim's cum, always a satisfying feeling, but she wanted more. She was breathing hard, and her pussy was so wet that the thong panties she wore under her short summer skirt were completely soaked.
Jim's cock was still very hard, and if they had time, she would have fucked him right there. Molly's pussy spasmed at the thought of him inside her, but she knew that Jim had to catch this plane.
She shook out her skirt while Jim gulped in oxygen. Molly reached over and pulled up his slacks, but not before she gave his dripping cock one last swallow, cleaning up and down and then tucking it back into his briefs. Jim grinned and caressed her face in appreciation.
"Well, as if I couldn't remember why I'm not taking their first offer on the spot," he chuckled.
"See that you do remember," Molly said as she stood up. "Go to this job interview and kick ass, but don't get any crazy ideas about not coming back here first."
"Oh, I'll be back. It would take a lot more than what they're offering to keep me away."
Molly blushed and replied that they would discuss exactly what would that "lot more" would consist of, but first things first. She returned the supply closet to pretty near its original condition then opened the door slowly. The corridor was full of passengers walking to and from the airport's various gates. No one paid her any mind. She grabbed Jim's hand as he picked up his briefcase and they skipped down the corridor to the terminal where his flight's gate was.
"Have a great time with your dad this weekend," Jim said between tongue-filled kisses "and let me know how that Art Department soiree turns out. It sounds like quite the party."
"I imagine it will be if Gina is involved," Molly answered. "Do you think you'll get back in time to meet Daddy?"
"That's the plan, Mol. Wish me luck and I'll see you both in four days, three if I'm lucky."
Molly gave Jim one final kiss and watched him go through the security gate. She waved goodbye and then looked up at the schedule board. Her father was due to land in the next half-hour at the other end of the airport.
She walked in that direction and wondered briefly how a meeting between Jim and her father might actually go. She imagined since they were both academics, they would have enough egg-headed ideas in common to get them through an introduction. That was a civil start, but after the events of the last few weeks, Molly had been thinking about if Jim and her father might meet in a much more tawdry way. How would that go? All of the fucking she had done and seen between relatives gave her some hope that her one true fantasy – being double-fucked by Jim and her father – could really happen.
Oh well, enough time later to fret over that, Molly thought. What I need to do now is figure out how to get Daddy to fuck my sweet wet cunt, just like all my other lovers. Not that a nice fuck up the ass wouldn't be a tasty way to start this visit, though, she grinned to herself.
When her father walked into the terminal's lobby, Molly gave a tight hug and a long wet kiss. Bruce was his usual kind but reserved self, she noted, but she could feel his stiff cock through his trousers.
"Daddy, over here. There's something I want to show you before we leave," she implored.
Bruce followed his wanton daughter towards the same supply closet she had just vacated with Jim less than an hour before. She turned the doorknob and tugged him into the small space.
"I can feel how hard you are, Daddy, and we can't have you walking through the airport like that," she teased, groping his crotch, "so please, won't you fuck my ass full of your cum for me? Please...?"
"This is most irregular, pumpkin, but you hardly have to beg," Bruce replied. "I've been waiting to fuck you all summer. Would you be good enough to suck my erection first, though, just to make sure I'm hard enough for you?"
"This is most irregular, Daddy, but you hardly have to beg," Molly teased as she pulled her damp thong off and put it in the breast pocket of her father's jacket.
Bruce unzipped his fly and his cock burst out, making Molly giggle. It was long and thin like remembered, seeking a place inside her mouth or ass. If she had her way, this cock would know all of her intimately, and soon. She helped her father unbutton his trousers, and Molly knelt before him to see and smell this wonderful throbbing rod.
She was beginning to feel that mad fever of lust rise within her again. Going down on Jim and now her father were only encouraging the crazy feeling. Molly tried to put it aside and focus on the task at hand.
She licked her father's cock around with her tongue and lips, lubing up its entire surface. It tasted especially good after such a long absence. Molly then popped the cock knob into her mouth, and then she started sucking it. Bruce smiled his approval.
"It's so delightful to be back in your mouth again, pumpkin. I've missed our time together."
Molly was pretty fucking delighted herself. This was the man who first turned her on to the real possibilities of sex, and of course it was her daddy and she loved him so much. She was determined to show him just how much, as she nursed on his stiff cock.
After another minute of sucking, where she was very vocal, smacking her mouth at the sheer pleasure of it all, Molly stopped to stand up. She removed a small bottle of lubricant from her purse and handed it to her father.
"Daddy, you can't get any harder until you get into my ass. Here, make sure I'm ready for you now."
Her cunt juices washed over her entire bottom, so Molly was most likely wet enough already, but she wanted nothing to distract from this moment. She leaned over the industrial sink and elevated her hips to where her father could easily have access to her. Molly gripped each of her round white ass cheeks and spread them wide, revealing her pulsing pink asshole to her father.
Bruce knew it very well. He pasted the lubricant liberally over his daughter's ass, sticking his tapered fingers inside her ass while (Molly was so excited – this was a first!) rubbing the end of his pointed erection all over her soaking pussy. She groaned, the wicked thrill shuddering all through her. Did her father want to fuck her in the only way he had denied her?
"Daddy, don't make me wait any longer. It's time to fuck my ass right now!"
Bruce aiming his swollen cock tip at her ass and mounted Molly. She gasped as she felt her father cleave into her, stretching her asshole with the invading thickness of his cock. Bruce knew just how to fuck her this way, and with two thrusts he was all the way inside her. Molly released her cheeks and thrust one hand to her clit, where she met her father's eager fingers. She could feel that he was buried to his balls inside her ass.
"As deep and hard as you can, Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me!'
Bruce knew what he needed to do, what he desperately wanted to do, to his daughter. He pulled out slowly then rammed his cock back into her ass, setting a hard rhythm that put them both in a frenzy.
"Oh, harder, Daddy, harder! I need you to fuck my ass so much!"
Molly's filthy talk only turned Bruce on more. He slammed into her ass as hard as he could without knocking her over, and with his free hand reached under her loose blouse and tweaked her bra-less breasts.
All this was too much for Molly's enflamed libido. Her orgasm burst suddenly deep inside her, making her pussy gush around her father's fingers and her ass muscles milk his cock. She shrieked, humping hard against this stiff cock, not caring who heard her.
Bruce collapsed on top of her, fucking his cock to the hilt while his load of jism spewed out of his balls and into his daughter. Molly did not let him go until she had squeezed every bit of his cum into her ass. They heaved deeply, trying to catch their breath.
"I missed you, too, pumpkin."
"I'm glad you're here, Daddy, right back where you belong."
* * * * * * * * *
The "Art Department soiree" that Jim mentioned was indeed the party of the year, coming right at the end of summer term finals, so students and faculty alike were always ready to cut loose. Its reputation for bohemian, bawdy behavior was well earned, even before Gina got involved with the planning. In the last five years, she coordinated it into a full-blown orgy where the only rule was "anything goes", and it almost always did.
The late afternoon weather that Friday was magnificent, low 80s and no humidity. Everyone was showing a lot of skin and was inclined to show more, and the booze was flowing to grease the skids. Molly and Bruce showed up together and headed right to where Traci was holding court. Molly looked her over closely, seeing her for the first time since she learned of the woman's appetite.
