It wasn’t the alarm clock that woke Barbara Jo up that morning. It wasn’t even the sun, creeping in from the window. It was way too early for both of those things, anyway.
No, what woke her up was a cock sliding in her mouth. Stretching it, relentlessly pushing inside and almost making her gag. For she had no time to prepare her face hole for it.
It was almost certain that the man it belonged to was one of her male relatives in the house. Well, conceivably it could be one of her dad’s or brother’s buddies, but it wasn’t very probable, in the middle of the night and all. But the room was dark, and couldn’t positively see which one it was.
Well, it couldn’t be uncle Jim, his cock was thicker and, frankly, shorter than this one. He wasn’t able to go down her throat on his best day, even though he gave her some difficulty all the same with his girth.
And Bobby, her older brother, was always so eager to hammer her poor little mouth and even ejaculate inside it, that it always was her that had to encourage him to slam one of her downstairs holes as well.