Roy shivered with the last spasm of climax, then came back to reality. There he was with his hand inside his daughter's panties, stroking her pussy, while she had both fists around his cock, her fingers soaked with his splattering jizz. Roy turned red right down to his shoes.
"All right, Molly," he said awkwardly, "that's it, off to bed. You promised."
"I lied," she grinned.
"What?" Roy sputtered.
"Aw, come on, Daddy," she pleaded, "I'm having so much fun, and I don't have to get up and go to school tomorrow or anything. Let me play with your cock just a little longer, please."
"No way," Roy said firmly. "I should never have let things go this far. Molly, you've got to understand how wrong it is for a father and daughter to have sex. We can't ever do this again."
There he went again with that silly adult morality stuff. Molly stifled a yawn. He could lecture her all night, and she still wouldn't change her mind. Obviously what they'd just done was terrific fun for bath of them, and it hadn't hurt anybody else, so what was wrong with it? The word "incest" didn't mean a damned thing to her. She looked at her father impatiently.
"It's against the law in just about every culture," he was saying, "and if I got caught that'd be the end of my career."
And so on, and so on. Molly tuned him out. Instead she focused on his gorgeous big cock, which was lying blue-veined and semi-hard on his thigh. She ached to play with it again. She remembered some of the exciting things she'd seen Chris do with Daddy's cock, and she wanted urgently to try them herself. But Daddy was really on a morality kick right now. How would he react if she suddenly went down on him?
Sandy watched intently from the stairs, wondering what Molly's next move would be. It was all pretty comical to watch. There was Daddy raving and ranting away about incest and morals and things like that, and Molly's eyes were glazed over with boredom. It was obvious that she wasn't paying any attention. Instead she glanced down at his huge prick, and her expression lit up again.
Sandy could just about guess what she was thinking. They'd both spied on Chris and Daddy, and they'd never forget seeing the lovely young nurse licking and sucking his cock. That had to be on Molly's mind right now as she eyed his meat and licked her lips. She started to reach for his cock, then hesitated. Daddy went on and on with his stern lecture. Finally Molly must have decided that she had nothing to lose.
"So you see, honey," Roy was saying, "we mustn't ever do this again, and – Molly… What in hell?"
Obviously his lecture hadn't made much impression on the teenager. He looked down and saw her circling her fingers around the fat hairy base of his cock. She began to pump his meat eagerly, and that left him speechless. Then she dipped her head down low, and he felt her hot moist breath fanning the sensitive head of his prick.
"M-Molly, what are you doing?" he croaked.
"Just learning, Daddy," she said, sounding as innocent as possible.
Sandy smothered a giggle. That devil Molly was at it again, just blowing Daddy's mind. She sounded so innocent, but there were some really naughty thoughts churning in her mind, Sandy was sure of that. Molly held Daddy's cock up and bent low over it, till her lips were almost touching the swollen purple head. Daddy looked shocked and stunned, his face reddening as her hot breath tickled his meat. Then Molly snaked her tongue out fast, lashing it all over the head of his dick. Roy gave a violent shuddered and gasped.
"Honey, no," he moaned.
Of course Molly paid not attention to his protest. She had a good grip on his cock, and he couldn't get away. She knelt there and worked her greedy tongue all over the big purple knob of his cock head, leaving it glistening with her hot spit. She found it terrifically exciting to be licking a hard hot cock and making a grown man moan and shiver – especially when that man was her own handsome dad.
"Damn it, Molly, let go," Roy cried hoarsely.
It was a helluva fix, being practically raped by his own kid. The guys at the station would never believe him if he tried to explain it. He could say he was just innocently watching TV when his sixteen-year-old sex fiend of a daughter threw herself at him, jacked him off, and then gave him head. Not too many people were going to believe that.
In fact he was having trouble believing it himself. But Molly's tongue was real enough. It was hot and velvety and wet on his sensitive cock head, and it was swirling around and around the fleshy knob, making him shiver with excitement. His big semi-hard prick responded with a life of its own, as it mushroomed under Molly's lapping tongue, pushing its way to her lips.
"Oooooo, it's growing," she squealed.
No shit, Roy thought dizzily. You can't expect to tongue a guy's cock and not get a reaction, especially when the guy has been horny all day. He'd known he wasn't going to see Chris tonight. He'd told her, regretfully, that he really ought to spend an evening at home with his kids for a change. She understood, and she'd been perfectly gracious about it. And Roy had instantly regretted his decision.
All day he'd been thinking about the exciting love-making he'd had with this new woman in his life, and he'd been wishing Chris would be there when he got home, hot and loving and juicy-cunted. He'd been practically squirming in his chair all evening as he watched TV with the girls, wishing Chris was in his bed waiting for him. So when Molly came on to him, it hadn't taken much to get him hotly aroused. Now, with her juicy-hot tongue tickling his prick head, he was in danger of losing his self-control again.
"Okay, honey," he said weakly, "you've had your fun. Now it's time for bed – and that's an order."
Molly didn't even bother to say no. She just went right on swirling her hot tongue around and around the head of his cock. This confused Roy, because she'd never disobeyed him before. Maybe, even as innocent as she was, she realized that his cock was the boss tonight. She might have guessed that no matter what he said, his prick would demand satisfaction.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," she sighed.
Juice was beginning to ooze from his piss hole, and as the first droplet touched her tongue, Molly knew she was going to love giving head. She really got off on the strong salty taste of his cream, and she lapped it up as fast as she could get it. She actually found herself drooling all over the head of his cock. Daddy must have enjoyed her licking, too, because he was shivering and moaning softly as she gobbled his cream.
"Molly, Goddamnit," he groaned, "You gotta stop. You gotta do it for both of us, honey."
Again she ignored him. She knew she had him now. He just couldn't resist the pleasure she was giving him. The need to come was overwhelming his conscience. He slumped back against the couch, and Molly grabbed the chance to pull his pants and shorts off all the way. Then she tugged off his t-shirt and revealed his massive hairy chest. She ran her fingers through the coarse hairs, then dropped back into a crouching position, her head poised over his stiff-standing cock.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ," Roy moaned as her hot tongue darted out to tease his cock head.
It was insane, it was scandalous, but he just couldn't get it together to stop her. His lust was too, powerful. And he wasn't exactly forcing her into this, either. He could feel her drooling onto his cock head as she awaited each thick glob of cream. As the juice bubbled from his piss hole, she speared it up with the tip of her tongue and gobbled it.
No, he wasn't forcing her. She'd been the aggressor all the way. So why not just lie back and enjoy? It wasn't every middle-aged man who had a horny teenager come on to him. He ogled her quivering tits as she crouched there, and he watched her wet pink tongue playing all over the gleaming head of his cock. She was pumping the base of his prick, too, adding to his excitement. Roy gave in completely, relaxing, shivering with pleasure. He'd let her get him off this way – and then it was absolutely the end of this kinky little episode, he vowed.
Molly sensed his submission and realized she could take her time now and do whatever she wanted. She began to gobble her way down his long stiff shaft, lapping up the thick rivers of cream that dribbled from his piss hole. She made sure to lick and taste and stimulate every inch of his prick, from the swollen purple head right down to the thick hairy base. But she didn't stop there.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, yeah," Roy gasped, "lick my balls, honey."
Watching from the stairs, Sandy creamed right through her jeans. She was seething with envy by now, dying to be in her kid sister's place. Of course Molly deserved all the fun she was having. It had taken real nerve and skill to get Daddy to go this far. But that didn't keep Sandy from feeling envious and horny. She ached to try a taste of their father's juicing prick, to lick him all over like Molly was doing.
"Mmmmmmm, uuummmmmmm," Molly moaned.
The saucy girl was lathering Daddy's balls with her hot spit, not missing an inch of the fur-thatched bags. When she'd completed that job, she started tonguing her way upward again, slowly and sensuously coating his meat with hot saliva. Roy was watching her with lust-glazed eyes, completely submissive now. Thick globs of cream bubbled from his piss hole, and she caught them as they dribbled down his shaft, spearing them up with the pointed tip of her tongue.
Then she did the most exciting thing of all. Sandy almost moaned with envy and longing as her kid sister opened her lips wide and slid them down around Daddy's thick boner. She took in too much of his massive cock and choked. Then she drew back a little and got it right. About half of that giant prick was all her mouth could hold.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," Roy breathed, "suck it, honey, suck Daddy off."
Those were just the words Molly wanted to hear. They were her ticket to complete success. Obediently she drew in her cheeks and began to suck, just the way she'd seen Chris do, and Roy responded with grateful moans. He thought he had it made now. He thought he could just lie back and let her suck him off, and that would be it. But he had another think coming.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, honey, that's terrific," he moaned, his eyes closing as he blotted out everything but the hot excitement she was giving him.
Molly found she really got off on sucking his cock. Her mouth was crammed with the throbbing meat, and his delicious cream was falling onto her tongue, where she could savor it before swallowing. She loved knowing she could drive him to a fever pitch of excitement just by using her mouth and tongue. All that was a lot of fun. But it was, secondary to her real goal, which was to lose her cherry.
She was going to lose her cherry if it took all night.
"Unnnhhhhh, sugar, it's so good, I'm gonna come," Roy groaned, starting to jerk his cock in her mouth.
Oh, no, you're not, Daddy, Molly thought gleefully.
She kept sucking his violently throbbing dick till he was right on the edge of orgasm. He was fucking her mouth now, spinning out of control, and he felt like his balls would burst with their sizzling load. Molly's mouth was deliciously snug and hot and juicy around his nearly-exploding prick. He prepared to blast into orbit – when all of a sudden she raised her head and let his spit-soaked prick snap free.
Roy groaned in frustration. "Honey, don't stop now," he begged. "I need to come real bad."
"I know, Daddy," Molly purred, "and I'll make sure you come – but not with my mouth."
Roy stared at her, puzzled. But he wasn't in the dark for long. She hopped onto her feet and wriggled out of her jeans and panties. He helplessly ogled the golden hair of her bush. Then she flopped down on the couch, on her back with her legs bent and wide open. He stared hungrily at her luscious looking virgin slit, moist pink flesh fringed with blonde curls.
"I'll get you off, Daddy," she cooed. "All you have to do is stick your cock in me."
Roy's breathing was harsh and loud, in one part of his mind he knew that it was absolutely wrong to fuck his own kid, but another part told him he'd be a fool to decline her invitation. How many more times in his life would a beautiful lusty teenage girl beg him to fuck her? He crawled between her legs, his dripping cock weaving heavily and obscenely.
"Hurry, Daddy," Molly moaned, "I feel soooo horny, I just have to get fucked."
Sandy realized the big moment had actually come, that Molly had actually succeeded in getting their dad to fuck her. It seemed incredible, but it was happening. She just had to get a closer look. She tiptoed down the stairs and into the archway that led to the living room. Now she was only twenty feet away from the couch, and she could see everything clearly.
There was Molly's tempting glistening pussy, all moist and pink and swollen. There was Daddy's huge cock wagging lewdly and dripping hot cream. He knelt between Molly's legs, fisted his iron-hard cock, and touched the huge engorged, head to the tiny untried mouth of his daughter's cunt. Molly gurgled with excitement as she felt that first hot contact.
"Yes, Daddy, yes," she squealed, "do it to me."
"Honey, I'm not even sure it'll fit," Roy said regretfully. "I'm afraid I'm way too big for you."
No way was Molly going to quit now! "It'll be okay, Daddy," she insisted. "Please, please fuck me, I just have to know what it's like." Roy couldn't resist. He thought how exquisitely tight her virgin teenage cunt must be, and he just had to try it. He began easing into her, ever so gently and gradually, yet steadily. The fit was fantastically tight, but the horny girl had been creaming heavily, making the way slick. He could get in. He just had to go slowly and be careful not to hurt her.
"Ahhhhhh, baby, baby," he moaned.
Molly didn't make a sound. Sandy found that pretty strange, since usually her kid sister was jabbering all the time. But now Molly was just lying there, her blue eyes getting bigger and bigger as Daddy eased his thick eight-incher into her virgin cunt. She looked as if she was getting a lot more than she'd bargained for.
Sandy's hunch was correct. Molly just hadn't realized how enormous her father's cock would feel in her untried cunt. It was scaring her, and she was trying not to show it. But she felt like she was going to be torn in half by that giant slab of meat. She was so full of throbbing cock, she could hardly breathe. Daddy pushed in deeper and deeper, and she stifled cries of alarm.
Roy was panting harshly as he filled the tightest cunt he'd ever encountered. At last he touched bottom and paused to catch his breath. His meat was encased in torrid heat and velvety wetness, a delicious sensation. He just wished he could stay like that forever, his cock lodged to the hilt in his daughter's tiny hot cunt. He looked down at Molly to see how she was reacting, and he found her wide-eyed and pale.
"Scared?" he smiled.
"Uh, oh, no," Molly lied.
Roy always knew when his kids were lying. "Honey," he said soothingly, "the worst is over. Now it's gonna start to feel real good, I promise."
"Okay, Daddy," she replied meekly.
To her relief, he wasn't kidding. He started moving his cock inside her, pistoning it in and out of her juice-slick box, and it really did feel good. His stiff shaft rubbed up and down over her clit, giving her hot stabs of pleasure, and she responded with eager moans and more scalding juice. She clung to his big hairy body, clawing his shoulders and whimpering.
"Oooooo, Daddy, oooooo!" she cried.
"Feel better now, honey?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, a lot better," she gurgled.
Sandy picked up on that husky note to her sister's voice, and she knew Molly was starting to feel real pleasure from their father's fucking. Again she felt envious, and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to get some relief from the hot ache in her slit. She was desperate to play with herself, but this wasn't the time or place. Seething with need, she watched her dad's ass jerking and knotting as he pumped his big hard cock in Molly's newly deflowered cunt.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, Daddy, it's feeling real good now," Molly panted.
"Great, baby," Roy growled, "now let's get you off."
He shifted upward and forward a little, so that his rigid shaft sawed firmly over her clit. Molly loved that. She creamed and gurgled and moaned in ecstasy, and she felt hot pleasure building in her pussy till she could hardly contain it. She looked up at her dad's face and saw that it was flushed and glassy eyed. Then she closed her eyes, blotting out everything but the mounting pleasure in her gash.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, I'm gonna come," she sighed.
Sandy bit her lip to stifle a moan of envy. She was creaming through her jeans by now, and she felt like she could get herself off with one stroke of her finger. But she'd just have to wait till she had some privacy. Feverishly she watched Daddy pumping his wrist-thick cream-soaked boner faster and faster in Molly's juicy box. Molly was arching her body up to take it, her pretty face contorted into a lusty grimace. Then suddenly her body began to convulse.
"Unnnhhhhh, Daddy, honey, you did," she gasped, "I'm coming! Ohhhhhh, fuck, yeah!"
Roy felt her scorching teenage cunt squeezing his cock almost flat. "Ahhhhhh, baby, take my load, ahhhhhhh!" he yelled.
Molly gurgled in ecstasy as she took her very first load of come, and Roy bellowed in bliss. The only person left out of the fun was Sandy, and she just couldn't stand to watch any more, she felt so envious. She raced upstairs to play with herself, all the while knowing it wasn't what she really wanted. She wanted what Molly had gotten – their dad's big hard cock.
But would she have to nerve to go for it.