Kitten & Father in Florence Ch. 06

"Long enough, for sure."

"'Did', or sleep," her father asked, tweaking her soft nipple.

"Ouch! 'Did'."

"Sorry!"

"Where are the cucumbers?"

"Somewhere. You're already thinking about them again?"

"No, just thought they should be in the minibar."

"If you want to keep them till Sunday, or Monday, or whenever you both can?"

"Something like that. Oooh! We wouldn't want them to ice-cold."

"I should think not! I'll put them in."

He got up. As he was opening the minbar, she said:

"Bring me one; I just want to hold it."

He fished one out of the bag with a shrug and put the bag in the minibar. He held it in his fist, grinning at her as he returned to the bed. She had rolled on her side, reaching up to get it. He lay down facing her, holding his hand out of her reach with a chuckle, and said:

"I really shouldn't let you hold it; you might become a vegetarian."

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Hmm! Shouldn't admit that I know it does."

"I'd rather that you do, than not have to. Give it to me."

He let her take it from his hand. Her fingers wrapped around it. She smirked with hum, rubbing her finger up and down on it. Her father chuckled and put his hand on her hip, remarking:

"Okay, have fun with it."

"I don't want to do that, not while you're here."

"I just wanted you to do whatever else you wanted to do with it. Just four for you and Marlie."

"Fair!" she agreed with another smirk: "She doesn't have to know that I played with one with you."

"If you tell her everything else we do?" Probably will."

"If you don't mind?"

"If you want to. Sounds like she will want to hear."

"Mmmm! She will! Don't know how I could explain that I got them, without your knowing."

"And her then assuming that you just couldn't help but play with one."

"Probably," she agreed cheerfully, rubbing her fingers on the small cucumber. Then she smirked again and said:

"We've never really talked about cocks, just her name for her brother's, and then my idea that her 'little brother' suggested 'petit Pierre" for me, a 'little peter,' not a little one."

"Hmm? Just a nice cucumber?"

"A 'very nice' one, like yours."

"Thanks. What do you want to do with it - the one in your hand?"

She smirked, looking at it, then looking at him and licking her lips.

"Better wash it first, if you want to do that," he suggested, returning her smirk.

She nodded and scrambled over him, dripping on his thigh. When she realized it, she chuckled and moved back, then wiped her pussy up the length of his thigh. When she stood up, he wiped his hand up the moist streak she had left, and added: "And wash there, too. Me too."

He followed her to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, more just pro forma, dribbling. When he turned to the washbasin, she chuckled and handed him the cucumber. He also only dribbled, then washed his cock and balls and then the cucumber, moving to the side to let her see how his hand was rubbing up and down on it. She snickered with a nod and said:

"Don't give me any ideas. ... Hm-hmm! Won't have to ask what WE want to do."

"Wash your pussy, and don't forget why you have to."

She nodded, reaching for the cucumber, but he snatched it away, remarking:

"Maybe I shouldn't let you have it."

"I paid for it; it's mine," she replied with a feigned scowl and began to wash herself.

He returned to the room with the cucumber and lay down again, making space for her to join him. When she did, reaching for it again, he teased her once, but then handed it to her. She smirked again and murmured:

"Where was I?"

"Looking at it and licking your lips, as though you could have forgotten."

She shook her head, then nodded, looking at it again, and again licking her lips, then remarked:

"Oh, the end is nice and round and smooth, likc you-know-what, not that smooth."

She licked it, twisting it on her tongue and humming with smiling eyes, then remarking:

"Better than a carrot would have been."

Her father nodded with a smile, and watched her put in her mouth. She hummed again with wide open eyes, nodding, twisting it and moving it in and out her mouth. She wanted to entertain him. When almost half of it was in her mouth, she let go of it and just sucked. It slipped deeper in her mouth, and she was rewarded by her father's surprised expression. Pleased, she took a breath and did that again, but when it tickled the back of her throat, she quickly pulled it out again, feeling that her cheeks had flushed. He had chuckled, shaking his head, then said:

"Serves you right for wanting to show off."

"But it is just the right size, my green cucumber. Hmm? Want to try it? Want to know why Marlie and I like it?"

Hmm! Not like that," he replied, but when she turned the cucumber to him, he opened his mouth and let her but the end in it, then quickly grasping her hand.

She felt his tongue moving it and smiled with a nod, then liking that his hand let hers move it in his mouth and that he hummed with a nod. Then he pulled her hand back, and said:

"Guess I do know why you two like it, but I don't want a real one."

"Didn't want you to."

"Hm-hmm! But it's missing something."

He took the cucumber from her hand and put it back in his mouth. She saw him close his mouth tighter around it and then begin to twist it. Had she heard his teeth scratching it, or just thought she did, as she watched him twist it all the way around in his mouth. With a pained moan, she blurted out: "Don't hurt my cucumber!"

He just chuckled in his throat, raising his eyebrows, and she had to watch him twisted it around a couple of times more. Then he pushed it a little further in his mouth, chuckling again. She imagined that his tongue was testing what he had done. He pulled it out and looked at it, chuckling with a pleased smile. She also had to chuckle; his teeth had made a nice groove around the smooth end of the cucumber. Her daddy wanted her cucumber to be even more like a cock! It was! He handed it back to her, and she put it in her mouth. She nodded with an "Uhn-hnnn" - it was more like a cock! As her tongue explored the groove, he murmured:

"At least, it will taste like a cucumber, in case you forget that it is one, but maybe it won't keep so well."

She nodded and took it out, replying cheerfully: "Why we have four more, but thank you for wanting to make it better."

"My pleasure, well, not as much as yours, I guess."

As she nodded, looking at it again and recalling how his aroused cock looked, he snickered and added:

"That's what daddies are for, to make things as good as they can for their daughters."

"Mmmm! The lucky ones whose do as good as you do!"

"My pleasure!" he repeated with a grin.

"Not just yours," she replied softly, looking at the cucumber.

The groove he had made didn't have to be deeper, but she thought it should be wider, so that the edge around the end of it could rub in her pussy, like the head of his cock did. She hummed and put it back in her mouth. When she began to twist it, her teeth scraping to make the groove wider, he snorted and said: "You don't like my cucumber?"

She shook her head and took it out, replying:

"Oh, I do, just want to make it more like your real one."

He nodded with a chuckle, and it was back in her mouth, her teeth scraping the groove wider, as she twisted it. He was right: it was going just to taste like cucumber, but in her pussy ...? Was she going to try that? She had said that she wouldn't, but now, making it more like his cock? She twisted, scraping it to be even more like his cock. Her father must just be curious to see if she did, and to see what their cucumber would look like, now that she had made it more like his nice aroused cock. She pulled it out. It was! She glanced over at him, seeing his smirk and hearing his chuckle. He hummed and said:

"It really is. Guess you're going to have to try it out."

His acceptance that she wanted to let her be fresh. She replied:

"If you'll help, make my pussy want to."

"Hmm? Could have expected that. Mmmm! Tongue or fingers?"

"Doesn't matter, just that it's all wet."

"Hmm? What a daddy is good for, he murmured and reached down between her thighs.

"Mmmm! A 'very nice' daddy, the very nicest one."

The cucumber was back in her mouth, as his fingers began to arouse her. She hummed, enjoying what his fingers were doing and the sensation of having something so much like a cock in her mouth. What could it be like with two men. if one had his cock in her mouth, and the other one's was in her pussy? But there wasn't one in her pussy, and the one in her mouth was really just a cucumber, as good as it felt. Would it feel as good in her pussy? Better than just his fingers, and it would be something for her pussy to hold, even if it didn't feel as good as his cock did. And her pussy now wanted it!

She pulled the cucumber out of her mouth and put it down between her thighs next to his hand. It made space for her to guide its grooved head to her moist opening, but her little finger caught a couple of his, urging him to hold it, her other fingers pressing the cucumber over under them.

Good Daddy! They took it. She nodded with a moan, her fingers helping his to find the mouth of her pussy. His fingers pushed it in. She moaned deeply A cock in her pussy, at least it felt just like a cock, and he made it twitch! She moaned again. She couldn't ask him to fuck her, but he did! He was moving it in and out her pussy, twisting it, the little bumps on its surface rubbing and arousing her. And - she moaned - he was tilting it up against the front of her pussy, the ridge around its head rubbing there, where she wanted to feel it! Had he known that his groove would make it better? He must have understood that she had wanted it to, her making his groove so much like the one around the base of the head of his cock.

She gave a long, pulsing moan. This wasn't just an experiment with a cucumber; she wanted another orgasm. She tried to excuse herself, that she was just wanting to be able to tell Marlie that it could be good with a cucumber. Oh, she would, and she would know how to make it as good for her, as her father was for her, and Marlie could rub, like her fingers were going to. A moment later, they were. She heard her father's approving "um-hmm," and murmured - entirely superfluously: "Fuck me."

He was, with their cucumber cock, now faster, and so deep. How much of their cucumber was plunging in her pussy? Enough! Like his cock could! "Uhn!" Not that much! It didn't go that deep again, but pulled out further than it had been, like when he fucked her, longer strokes!

Oh, Daddy! You do it so good! Even this way, just wanting it to be good for me, and even if you can't taste and enjoy my wet orgasm, but you want me to have it. She did, with her pulsing whimpers. He had moaned, but she hadn't noticed, then just was a little surprised, when his hand left the cucumber in her pussy and came up to his mouth, and he licked it. Yes, she had come like that, her pussy flooding his hand - and her new cucumber cock.

She sighed, then thought: if it had been that good for her, and he knew it - he did - his cock must be aroused. She had to suck it! Before she had entirely recovered, she was crawling down the bed, looking forward to having his cock in her mouth, also to know that it was better than just a cucumber, even one with a groove. When her movements made the cucumber slip out of her pussy, she had to snicker and murmur:

"Lost it, my nice cucumber."

"Hmm! At least, you remember that it was one."

"Mmmm! Now. Kind of forgot," she replied , now down between his legs, looking at his stiff, bobbing cock.

She leaned down, and its head disappeared in her mouth. It was better than their cucumber, so slick, smooth, and twitching. And it could shoot in her mouth! Not taste like a cucumber, like a real cock! She hummed in anticipation, licking and sucking to make it. His hips immediately began to twitch. Yes, he wanted it as soon as she did, as soon as she could let them both have it.

She gave it to him, his orgasm, and got it, his pungent semen, delighting at her success and the incomparable taste of his orgasm. He fondled her head and murmured:

"Didn't know that I could want that again."

"But you did, you could, and I wanted it."

"Hmm! My very nicest daughter."

"Hm-hmmm, your only one. Need three to have a nice one, a nicer one and the nicest one."

"Fuck you for your grammar! One like you is better, best."

"Like having the best father, ... fucking father, since you used that word."

"Shouldn't have, but since I did, and the way you did, then ...," he took a breath and continued:

"only, best fucking, cock-sucking daughter."

She was still down between his legs. She dove up over him and planted a kiss on his mouth, their tongues immediately caressing and confirming their incestuous consensus. He was grasping and fondling the cheeks of her ass. When he could retrieve his tongue, he chuckled and asked:

"Where's your nice green cock."

"Hmm, 'very nice' 'green cock', thank you, but I like one that can twitch and do what yours does much better."

"Hm-hmm! What a relief! Not just taste like a cucumber?

"Hmmm! You know it doesn't."

"And that I like the way it does, when I lick your pussy."

"Where is it, my fucking cucumber?"

"Your language! Want it again?!"

"No, just to wash it off,"

"For next time? I'm not flattered."

"Just to put it in the minibar. I already wanted - and got - more than I should have."

"But made up for it."

"And wanted that too."

"Like I wanted our cucumber to be good enough."

"It was! Where is it?"

They sat up and found it, snickering.