It was Roy's day off the next day, and he took both girls to the beach. It was the least he could do, since he'd be gone that evening on a date with Chris. Not only that, but he didn't want to be alone with Molly. Waking up that morning, he'd been horrified to recall that he'd fucked his own daughter.
Luckily Molly was being completely cool about it. She didn't act unusual, and she didn't say anything revealing in front of Sandy. Roy was grateful for that. Maybe Molly understood that what had happened between them was a deep dark secret and that they would just have to forget the whole thing. But for Roy, at least, it wasn't going to be that easy to forget.
As they drove to the beach, his mind wandered helplessly back to last night and the fantastic tightness of Molly's virgin teenage cunt. That was an experience he'd never forget, taking his own daughter's cherry. He could almost feel those scorching velvety cuntal walls squeezing and sucking at his cock. In fact he was about to get a hard-on just thinking about it. He forced his mind back to the present.
At the beach it was equally hard to keep his mind off sex, especially when Molly and Sandy changed into their bikinis. Roy had wanted them to buy more modest bathing suits, but they'd told him all the other girls were wearing bikinis, and that they wouldn't be caught dead in anything else, and that he was ruining their social life – and so on, till he'd given in. Now he was sorry. He'd never seen anything sexier in his life than his two blonde girls in those skimpy suits.
Molly's tiny bikini was red, Sandy's blue, but they both had the same slim yet cuddly figure, the same high-riding tits that bounced in the tiny bras. As the girls romped in the sand and turf, Roy lay on a blanket sipping a beer and watching them, and all he could think of was tiny, hot, slippery teenage pussy holes. When his cock threatened to get hard again, he got up and plunged into the cold ocean to distract himself.
He hummed all the way home, knowing that in a short time he'd be with Chris, getting his rocks off. He sure as hell couldn't wait much longer. And Chris actually had her apartment to herself that evening, both roommates out of town, so it was going to be one nice long orgy, no worries about waking the kids or about roomies walking in. Roy could hardly wait. At home he quickly showered off the salt water, dressed, and headed for the front door.
"See you later, kids," he said. "Remember, keep the doors locked, and be in bed by eleven."
"Yes, Daddy," the girls chorused.
They closed and locked the front door, and Sandy cried eagerly, "Okay, what was it like?"
"What was what like?" Molly said.
"You know," Sandy said impatiently, "making out with Daddy. I haven't had a chance to talk to you alone till now. I wanta heat all about it."
A sly grin appeared on Molly's face. "Wait a second," she said. "How do you know I made it with him? You were in our room reading."
Sandy blushed scarlet. But her curiosity was stronger than her embarrassment. "Okay, so I spied," she said. "Wouldn't you have spied if you'd been in my place?"
"I sure would have," Molly giggled. "Did you see everything?"
"Yeah, from start to finish," Sandy said, "but that didn't tell me how it felt. Let's get comfortable, and you tell me all about it, okay?"
"Okay," Molly laughed.
They went upstairs to lie on their beds, like they always did when they had some big hot secret to share. Molly started telling about how much fun it had been to play with Daddy's cock and suck on it, then how scared she felt when he first started easing his cock into her.
"I thought it was gonna split me in half," she said, "and it really hurt. But then it started to feel just great."
Sandy looked puzzled. "I don't get it," she said. "How could it hurt and then feel good?"
"Well, maybe I could show you," Molly said, "if only we had something the size of a cock."
They thought for a moment, and then Sandy cried, "A banana. I'll run downstairs and get one."
She quickly returned with a banana which they both agreed was exactly the size of Daddy's prick. Then Sandy tugged off her jeans and panties, and Molly arranged her on her back, knees bent, legs wide open. It was the same position Molly had assumed last night when she lost her cherry. She pressed the tip of the banana against the moist opening of her sister's virgin box. Sandy wriggled with lusty excitement.
"Okay," Molly said, frowning in concentration, "he started putting it into me real slow, like this."
She tried to recreate the scene as perfectly as she could, calling on her memory of that exciting moment when Daddy had taken her virginity. Ever so slowly and gently she eased the thick firm banana into Sandy's untried twat. Sandy's blue eyes began to widen, and then she looked panicked.
"It's not gonna work," she gasped, "it's too big."
"That's how I felt," Molly grinned, "but I was wrong. Just relax, pretend your cunt's elastic. You can do it."
"Well, all right," Sandy said doubtfully. "I'll give it one more try."
She reminded herself that she didn't want to stay a virgin forever, so some time she was going to get her cherry popped, and it might as well be now. She did her best to stay relaxed, and she fantasized that her tiny virgin cunt was a supple elastic tube. It worked. The fit was very tight, but Molly managed to work the banana all the way to Sandy's quivering womb.
"There," Molly said, "it's all the way in."
"Oh, wow," Sandy panted, "it feels huge."
"Okay, now he started moving it, like this," Molly said, determined to give her sister the same experience she'd had.
She began to move the banana slowly but steadily in Sandy's juice-slick cunt, and Sandy was surprised that it didn't hurt. The hurting part was over, and her horny teenage twat had gotten used to that big stiff presence. Now the cock-like motions of the banana were giving her little jolts of pleasure, and she began to cream and gurgle.
"Oh, hey, yeah!" she cried.
"See?" Molly grinned. "It really does get better."
The banana began to make a soft lewd sucking noise as it reamed out Sandy's creaming box. Each time it moved into her, she felt hot excitement, and she creamed another steamy spurt of juice. She closed her eyes, pretending it was Daddy's mammoth cock reaming her twat, and that got her even more aroused. Instinctively she began to jerk her hips in a fucking motion.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, terrific," she panted.
But abruptly the movements stopped, the banana went still. Sandy moaned in frustration and opened her eyes to see why Molly had stopped masturbating her. Molly had a weird look on her face. It reminded Sandy of long ago, when they were girls and the few times Sandy had gotten some cookies to eat and Molly hadn't. Molly had been too proud to say anything, but envy and longing had been written all over her face.
"Molly, what's wrong?" Sandy asked.
"Are there any more bananas?" Molly asked, breaking into a wicked grin.
"Yeah, and there's one even bigger than this one," Sandy laughed.
"Be right back," Molly said, leaping off the bed.
A few minutes later the sisters were lying on their respective twin beds, both working bananas in their juicy eager cunts. Sandy preferred it this way. She could guide the banana any way she wanted it, whatever felt best. She pistoned the firm fruit faster and faster in her famished pussy hole, and she couldn't help moaning with pleasure. Molly was moaning, too. The sisters had always shared their secrets, and they didn't feel at all self-conscious.
"Oooo, shit, that's good," Sandy squealed.
"A cock's even better," Molly panted, "but this isn't half bad."
Sandy loved the steady pumping action, the cramming of her cunt, but she needed some stimulus for her clit, too. That was one thing a cock could give and a banana couldn't. The fruit just wasn't flexible enough. So she continued pumping it in her juicy twat, and with her free hand she rubbed her swollen joy button. That added a whole new dimension to the fun.
"Hey, Molly," she panted, "try this." Molly glanced over to see what her sister was up to. Sandy was still pumping the thick cream-soaked banana in her cunt, but at the same time she was rubbing her clit with a stiff finger. That seemed like a really good idea, and Molly tried it, rubbing her index finger briskly over her ultrasensitive love bud. Hot stabs of pleasure ripped through her pussy.
"Ooooo, yeah, fantastic," she squealed. Now that they'd mastered this new way of playing with themselves, it didn't take the lusty girls long to reach the very brink of orgasm. Sandy was gurgling and moaning, more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. She was thinking that if fucking really felt like this, she just had to try it. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
"Ooooo, shit, ooooo," she whimpered.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come," Molly gasped. "Mmmmmm, yeah, here it comes, whaaahhhhhhh!"
Dizzily Sandy looked over at the other bed and saw her kid sister's bucking writhing body. "Ohhhhh, shit, ohhhhh, I'm coming!" she wailed.
She could feel her cunt clamping around the deeply-thrust banana as she came, and she imagined it was Daddy's cock, buried to the hilt in her flaming box. She'd like that so much. But she didn't have Molly's nerve, not yet. She couldn't imagine herself just walking up to their stern father and asking him to fuck her. And that was too bad, because she was just aching to get it on with him.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as she came down from her hot climax, "that was great."
"It sure was," Molly agreed with a satisfied gurgle.
Both girls started and gasped as they heard the front door close with a thunderous slam.
"Oh, my gosh, what was that?" Sandy squeaked.
The sisters crept to the stairs and peered down into the living room where they saw Roy pouring himself a stiff drink and looking mad as hell.
"Terrific," he muttered, "just fucking terrific."
His evening had turned to shit. He'd gone to Chris' apartment, and she was waiting for him in a sexy lace teddy that drove him wild. They were on the couch in an instant, kissing and pawing, and then Chris opened the teddy with one deft movement and made her luscious silky-skinned body available to him. He reached between her legs and felt her pussy, all swollen and wet and hot as fire.
"Fuck me, Roy," she'd whispered huskily, "stick that big cock in me, baby."
That was when her roommate Thelma had walked in the door.
Roy and Chris had leaped apart, while Thelma stammered and explained that she'd changed her mind about going out of town that evening. For Roy it was just too much. He'd been horny all day, dying to be alone with Chris, and now their chance was gone. It was too early to take her back to his place, too – the girls would still be up. Roy had had it.
"Listen, Chris," he said angrily, "if there's ever a way we can be alone together, let me know. Meanwhile I might as well stay home and watch the fuckin' tube." And with that, he slammed out of her apartment.
Arriving back at his place, he mixed himself a double scotch on the rocks and flopped down before the TV set, fuming. He was too mad even to go say hello to the girls. He decided to let his temper cool before he did that. He took a big gulp of his drink and tried not to think about how much he wanted Chris. Their affair seemed doomed to disappointment, so he'd be better off just forgetting her.
"He and Chris must have had a fight," Sandy whispered as she and Molly watched him from the stairs.
"Yeah, he sure looks pissed off," Molly grinned. "I think I'll go cheer him up."
"What do you mean?" Sandy asked. "Are you gonna try to make it with him again?"
Molly smiled, "wanta come along?"
Sandy blushed furiously. "Oh, no, I couldn't do that," she cried. "I wouldn't have the nerve."
"Okay, Sis, but you'll be missing out on some really good stuff," Molly said. "If you change your mind, just come on down."
Sandy gnashed her teeth in frustration as she watched her kid sister bounce down the stairs. She wished she had Molly's guts, but she just felt too scared to come on to Daddy. Not Molly – she skipped into the living room with a big smile on her face and plunked herself down on the couch right beside their father. Roy looked at her and slowly reddened, no doubt recalling all the wild things they'd done last night during their incestuous love-making. Molly didn't look embarrassed at all.
"Hi, Daddy," she cooed, "did something go wrong? You look mad."
"Yeah, well, I had a fight with this girl I've been dating," Roy said, "but no big deal. Where's your sister?"
"Asleep," Molly lied. She cuddled up close to Roy and put her hand on his leg. "There's just you and me, Daddy," she purred, "so why don't we have some fun?"
"Oh, terrific," Roy groaned.
This was really all he needed. He was horny out of his mind, seething with sexual frustration, in no condition at all to tell Molly that they could never get it on again. He'd meant to give her a long lecture on the evils of incest, and all he could think about was how tight and hot her cunt would be. His cock rose at the very thought, obscenely tenting his pants. And of course Molly had to notice.
"Ooooo, Daddy, your cock's getting hard," the cried.
"No shit?" Roy groaned. "Listen, baby, I am not going to get it on with you, so just forget it. Go to bed. I'm in a lousy mood, and I need to be alone."
"Oh, please, Daddy," Molly cooed, stroking his mushrooming cock through his clothes. "I'm so horny. Just get me off and I'll go to bed, okay?"
Roy sighed loudly. It probably would be a good idea to satisfy her lust, so she'd leave him alone. He couldn't trust himself around her much longer. The whole damned day had been one long turn-on and temptation, and he was just about to snap. With a growl he unzipped her jeans and tugged them off, along with her panties, trying to control his excitement as he caught a glimpse of her juicy pink slit.
"All right, brat," he growled, "I'll get you off, and then you go straight to bed, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy," Molly cried happily.
She assumed he was going to fuck her, and so did Sandy, who seethed with envy. The older sister couldn't resist sneaking down the stairs for a closer look as Roy arranged Molly on her back with her legs bent and wide open. Sandy crept to the archway and just prayed Daddy wouldn't look in her direction. It didn't matter if Molly saw her. Molly knew she was spying.
"Ooooo, hurry, Daddy," Molly was panting, "I'm so horny I can hardly stand it."
Roy crawled between her legs without unzipping his pants. To her astonishment he shoved his face right into her pussy. Then she felt the most exquisite sensation she'd ever known. Something hot and velvety and juicy was circling her clit, giving her rushes of pleasure that made her cream like crazy. She realized that Daddy was licking her joy button.
"Ooooo, Daddy, I love that!" she cried.
Roy shoved his hands under her pert ass and drew her firmly against his face. He rimmed her throbbing clit with the wet tip of his tongue and listened to her moan and whimper. She was obviously in ecstasy as she got her pussy eaten for the very first time. That was exactly what he wanted – to arouse her fast and get her off quick. Then he could get her out of this room and end the terrible temptation to fuck his own kid.
"Unnnnhhhhh, Daddy, it feels so good," Molly sobbed, "don't stop, do it forever."
Sandy shivered with longing as she listened to the hoarse pleasure in her sister's voice. She watched Daddy's big wet tongue lashing Molly's clit, and she could easily imagine how great that felt. She longed to slide her hand down inside her panties and play with herself, but it was too risky. She couldn't trust herself not to squeal and scream with pleasure, she felt so incredibly turned on.
"Unnnnhhhhh, yeah, I love it, I just love it," Molly was moaning.
The blonde had her legs thrown as far apart as she could get them, offering her whole steamy slit to her father's expert tongue. But Roy concentrated on her clit, the most sensitive place of all, wanting to get her off as fast as possible. When he'd tongued the bud into its own throbbing erection, he jammed his lips down on it and began to suck. The pleasure was so sudden and intense, Molly almost shot off the couch.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, yesssssss," she hissed, "suck me, Daddy, make me come."
Sandy was almost whimpering with need and envy, and the crotch of her jeans was soaked with her helplessly gushing pussy juice. She would have given anything to be in Molly's place just then, feeling Daddy's hot sucking lips around her lust-engorged clit. She watched Molly's eyes roll and then close tightly as the horny girl went into orbit, a violent explosion of pleasure rocking her body.
"Ooooooo, Daddy, I'm coming!" Molly howled. "Ooooooo, shit, am I coming!"
Roy breathed a sigh of relief and tried to ignore his achingly swollen cock, which was trying to rip its way out of his pants. He rose to his knees and watched his cute daughter coming. That ought to satisfy her for tonight, he thought, and now he'd have a chance to think. Molly finally gave a little gurgle of satisfaction and opened her eyes.
"That was terrific, Daddy," she grinned. "Now can we fuck?"