Burt Wallace had awakened with a start. He had just been dreaming about his daughter.
"Vicki's in trouble," he muttered. He had just seen her with a boy. A longhaired punk with pimples, muscles, and a hard-on.
The punk liked to play rough. He had Vicki jammed up against the door of his car and was forcing his stiff cock in her face.
That's when Burt woke up. He couldn't stand to see his young daughter sucking someone's prick. Even if it was just in a dream.
He'd been having, these dreams a lot lately. Whenever Vicki was out on a date. It was extremely nerve-wracking.
In fact, Burt was starting to wonder if he was merely dreaming. The dreams seemed so real. Almost like ESP.
"Burt, are you all right?" Marsha Wallace interrupted her husband's trouble thoughts.
"Oh… uh… Marsha," Burt sputtered self-consciously, as though he were surprised to find himself in bed with his wife.
"Have another bad dream, honey?"
"No," Burt lied.
He didn't want to get into it with Marsha tonight. He just wanted to be left alone. But his wife was a persistent woman. Especially when she was horny.
"Well, since we're both up… and you don't want to talk," Marsha cooed, "maybe we, uh, could do something else."
Her hand was rubbing up Burt's thigh. Then it was exploring his crotch.
"Eureka!" Marsha squealed with delight. "A hard-on! Just what I need in my poor lonesome cunt. Come on, lover, let's fuck."
Burt was embarrassed. No man likes to find out he has a hard-on from someone besides his wife. Especially his wife, when he knows, down deep, that his cock was stiffened by erotic images of his daughter.
"Leave me alone," Burt snapped at Marsha, pushing her hand from his throbbing cock.
"Well, excuse me," she responded in a huff. "Imagine. A wife jumping to the conclusion her husband wants to fuck her just because he wakes up with his cock hard."
Then Marsha turned suspicious. "Say, just what kind of dream were you having, anyway, Burt?"
"Go back to sleep!" Burt snapped again. "I just have to piss. That's all. All I've got is a piss hard-on."
Marsha just glared at him.
Burt didn't have to piss at all, but the only way he could get Marsha off his back was to go to the bathroom.
"Go back to sleep," he hissed, as be got out of bed with his rigid cock jutting out of his pajamas.
"Son of a bitch," Marsha grumbled, then rolled over and covered her head with a pillow.
Gratefully leaving the bedroom, Burt felt his way down the dark hallway toward the john. He guessed he would sit on the toilet a while and read a magazine until Marsha had gone back to sleep. Maybe brush his teeth.
When Burt sat down on the toilet he never reached for something to read. The only thing he could concentrate on was the ache between his legs. As be looked down, his steely cock twitched with continued arousal.
"Gotta do something," Burt wheezed. "My balls are killing me."
He tuned stroking his stiff prick. Faster and faster.
"I can't believe it," he said, observing his action with wonder. "I haven't jerked off in years. Since I was a kid."
He had forgotten how good it felt to beat his meat. Closing his eyes, he zeroed in on an erotic fantasy to accompany the stimulation of his hard cock.
"Vicki," Burt murmured his daughter's name. "Vicki… Vicki… Vicki."
She was naked and spread-eagled in his mind, her wide-open cunt filling the lens of his imagination. Her pubic hair was sleek and golden, her pussy lips fleshy and flared. The meat inside her cunt was as pink as peppermint.
Up until now, Burt had confined his erotic images of his daughter to his dreams. This was the first time he had lusted over her firm, young body while he was fully conscious.
Burt knew it was wrong, but he could not stop jacking off as he envisioned his daughter naked, with her legs apart. There was no getting around the truth. He had just come up against the dark urge which lurks within every father of a teenage girl, but which only the weak let get out of control.
Burt Wallace wished it was otherwise, but he would not help himself. He wanted to fuck his daughter more than anything in the world.
There was only one way he could clear his mind. Jack off until he came. And if he still fantasized about Vicki's blonde, young pussy, jack off again. And keep on jacking off and coming until he was exhausted and could mercifully go back to sleep.
At the moment, Burt's prick was ready to erupt.
He squeezed it in his flat.
"Ooooooh," he groaned with release.
The hot cum squirted from his cockhead is a glimmering arc, lofting beyond his knees to the tile floor. His eyes closed, Burt imagined he was shooting his wad in his daughter's cunt.
Totally absorbed by his spurting climax, Burt ignored his, surroundings. This carelessness would change his whole life. For he did not notice until it was too late that he was no longer alone.
"Daddy!" Vicki Wallace gasped, as she looked in through the half-open bathroom door. "What are you doing?"
Burt thought he was hearing things. That Vicki's voice was part of his fantasy. Then he opened his eyes and realized the facts. His daughter had just caught him with his cock in his fist, jerking off on the toilet.
"My God, Daddy!" Vicki gasped as she entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "What's got into you?"
"Your mother's having her period," Burt lied unconvincingly. "I got so horny I couldn't help myself. Please don't say anything to her."
When he finished his alibi, he noticed for the first time how fixed his daughter's gaze was upon his cock. There was no way to hide it. Glistening at the head with dribbling juice, his prick remained as hard as a rock.
"God, Daddy," Vicki blurted, "you're so big! Really hung. I've never seen such a big cock."
"Just how many cock have you seen?" Burt automatically responded the concerned parent in him surfacing.
"That's for me to know and you to find out." Vicki suddenly turned coy. But she made no move to leave the bathroom. On the contrary, she edged closer to her father, licking her lips as she stared at his sticky hard-on.
"Can I touch it, Daddy?" Vicki asked Burt, reaching out so her fingertips were just inches from his throbbing cock.
Burt's tongue was tied. He knew it was wrong to let his daughter feel his prick. But, on the other hand, he craved her touch between his legs so badly that he would have surrendered five years of his life to have Vicki's slender fingers stroking his cock.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Daddy," Vicki purred, slowly closing the distance between her hand and her father's stiff cock. "Mom's asleep. I heard her snoring when I was sneaking down the hall."
"Where've you been so late?" Burt stalled.
"With a boy," Vicki answered. "You know that."
"Did… did you…" Burt sputtered.
"Fuck? Sure. If a girl doesn't put out these days, she won't have many dates." Vicki matter-of-factly admitted. "But if it will make you feel any better, Daddy, I didn't come."
Her fingertips had reached her father's prick by now. She tickled them up and down along the thick shaft. Burt's balls tumbled like dice in their hairy sac.
"In fact, no boy has ever made me come," Vicki continued, loosely gripping her father's hard-on.
"I might as well still be a virgin."
She paused, breathing hard. The eyes of father and daughter met in a collision of lust. "I'll bet you could solve my problem," Vicki panted stroking her father's prick. "You could make me come, couldn't you, Daddy?"
"No… no," Burt protested, but it was protested, but it was pointless. His daughter was too young, too beautiful, and too eager for him to resist.
"Just thinking about your big cock my cunt makes me tingle all over," Vicki said. "My pussy's sopping wet. Look, I'll show you."
Her free hand twisted behind her back and undid the catch of her skirt. All of a sudden she was nude from the waist down.
"Wh-where are your panties?" Burt muttered the first thing that came into his head as he gawked at his daughter's luscious cunt.
"The gorilla I was out with tonight was so horny he ripped the crotch out. I threw them in the bushes." Vicki laughed. "Why? Don't tell me you've got a thing about ladies' underwear, Daddy?"
"I can… take it or leave it," Burt said in response to his daughter's teasing.
"Good because I don't like to wear it," Vicki said. "I like my cunt to breathe."
She propped a foot all the way up on the toilet tank and opened her thighs right under hot father's nose. He could smell her pussy as well as look right into its succulent pink center. Vicki's cunt was just as blonde and sweet as Burt had imagined it.
"Look good?" Vicki asked.
Her father just drooled.
"Want to eat my cunt, Daddy?"
"Yes, yes! Oh, God, yes!" Burt gushed.
"Mmmm, groovy. Just be sure you use a lot of tongue."
Vicki shoved her pussy in her father's face. His tongue squirmed up her gooey slit.
Vicki wiggled her ass and squealed, "Oh, Daddy, that's it. Tongue-fuck my pussy. Make me come in your face, Daddy."
Her crotch ground against her father's mouth. Just above his upper lip, Burt's mustache tickled Vicki's thrusting clit.
Vicki's cunt was taking nearly five inches of her father's stabbing tongue. It excited her more already than any cock that had ever fucked her pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, nobody's done this to me," Vicki moaned. "Lit such a fire in my cunt. I think I'm going to have my first climax right here and now. Mmmm, get me there, Daddy, shove me over the ledge. Make me come."
Burt's ears were burning with his horny daughter's raunchy plea. As her father, he was shocked by Vicki's boldness. But as her lover, he tingled from head to toe.
Burt had never made it with a girl so young as his daughter. Nor one so funky. Even if Vicki had been his daughter, eating her pussy would have been a unique experience for Burt.
"I've got butterflies between my legs," Vicki moaned some more. "My cunt never felt this way before. I'm going to come. I just know it. Tongue-fuck me, Daddy, faster… harder… deeper." Burt gave it everything he had. He imagined his tongue was a cock growing out of his mouth and did everything with it that a real hard-on would do up a young girl's tight pussy.
"Ohhh, God I'm right on the edge!" Vicki cried out. "Push me, Daddy, push me!"
Her asscheeks and thighs shook as her father's pumping tongue nudged her ever closer to the climax she had craved for so long. Her cunt got hotter and wetter by the second. Vicki gritted her teeth. She sweated and her heart thumped like a jackhammer.
Suddenly she saw stars. Heard chimes ringing. The crackling buzz she felt made her believe that she had a live wire running up her spine that connected her pussy to her brain.
"This is it!" Vicki announced. "I'm coming! Coming so hard! Goddamn fucking shit, I never knew it could be like this! Thank you, Daddy, thank you!"
Cunt juice flowed from Vicki's pussy. It coated her father's probing tongue and oozed into his mouth.
"Is my pussy juice sweet enough for you, Daddy?" Vicki gushed. "Are you sucking it all down? I want you to drink every drop."
Burt slurped in response. He was having the time of his life. Was there, he thought, anything on earth sweeter than a young girl's cum?
Gradually, as her father's tongue tired, Vicki began to slide from the mountaintop of her first climax. She was not concerned. Vicki knew the fun was just beginning – and she wasn't just thinking about tonight.
When her father's tongue was top sore to move, Vicki finally pulled her crotch away from Burt's face and stepped off the toilet. Quick as a cat, she was kneeling between her father's legs.
"I came in your mouth," she said. "Now it's your turn to come in mine, Daddy."
She had her father's hard-on in her hand. His cockhead throbbed less than an inch from her twitching lips.
"Has Mom ever deep-throated you, Daddy?" Vicki asked. "Sucked your prick all the way down to your balls?"
Burt shook his head. Vicki's mother had never sucked more than a few inches of his cock. And he had never come in her mouth.
"I've got kind of a reputation around school for giving head," Vicki confessed to her excited father. "But this is the biggest cock I've never eaten. Hope I can live up to my press clippings."
Then she stopped talking and started sucking. When the head of Burt's prick passed between his daughter's soft lips, he knew he was in for an extraordinary experience.
"Oh, baby, swallow, suck it on down," Burt urged. "I don't want just a blow-job. I want to fuck your mouth, baby. Really fuck it."
"You better," Vicki said with a mouthful of cockhead, then gulped down several inches of the shaft of her father's thick long cock.
"All the way," Burt groaned. "Eat my whole prick. I want to feel your lips kissing my balls while…"
"Here it comes!" Burt grunted.
His balls twisted in their sac. It was as if a faucet had just been turned on in his, crotch. Hot jism spurted through the pipe of his cock and gushed down his thirsty daughter's throat.
"Suck it up!" Burt encouraged his daughter to swallow his surging cum. "Drink it all down!"
Vicki gulped and gurgled. Now her father's jizz was coating her belly. His cum was so sweet, yet so sharp. The runny teenage spunk Vicki was used to seemed like dishwater in comparison.
Vicki couldn't get enough of her father's cum. She kept sucking and sucking, even after his cock slacked off. If there was a drop of fizz remaining in his balls, she would transfer it to her belly.
Finally, Burt had to call her off. His prick was drained for now. And if Vicki didn't stop doing a number on his cock, he might get too tired to keep it hard.
There was no way Burt was going to allow his hard-on to desert him now. For he was on the brink of fulfilling his deepest fantasy.
"Okay, that's enough sucking for now," he told his daughter, pushing Vicki's face from his crotch. "I'm not leaving this room until I fuck your cunt."
"Oh, Daddy, those are the sweetest words I've ever heard," Vicki bubbled, as Burt's cock left her mouth. "Like ten Christmas mornings and a dozen birthdays all wrapped into one. Daddy, you've just made me the happiest girl in the world."
She stood up, drawing herself to her full height. She was a slim, tall girl, towering over her stocky father as he sat on the toilet.
Vicki had still been wearing her sweater during the cunt-sucking and mouth-fucking. Now, slowly, she drew it up her lanky torso.
Her braless tits popped into view and made her father drool. Vicki's tits weren't large, but they were perfect.
The nipples were like ripe strawberries. So red. So firm.
Vicki's body, though lean and hard, had enough curves to predict what a stunningly beautiful woman she would one day become. Right now, however, at the peak of her adolescence, she was a teenage dream.
Firm muscles ripped down her belly, converging in the triangle of her sleek thighs. There was her cunt, golden and inviting. The blonde pubic hair was like a sunburst. The pink slash of her pussy licked up the bottom of her semi-open crotch.
Burt Wallace's rigid cock ached to get inside his daughter's luscious cunt.
"Sit down on me, baby," he gasped. "Let Daddy fuck you."
Vicki swung a long leg over one of her father's thighs. Now her cunt was wide-open. Fresh pussy juice sparkled on the dewy lips.
Vicki eased dawn, tantalizingly lowering her flared cunt toward the knob of her father's stand big prick. She stopped, just short of contact. A drop of pussy juice dripped on her father's cockhead.
Burt shuddered with ecstasy as the honey from his daughter's cunt dampened the crown of his prick. His crotch bucked with hunger, slapping his ass against the toilet seat.
All of a sudden, Vicki thrust her split cunt straight down. Its plunge sucked up the head of Burt's cock and most of the shaft. Then Vicki ground her hips and every inch of her father's big prick was in her pussy.
Sitting on her father's lap with his hard-on spearing her cunt, Vicki squirmed her ass. Burt Wallace's hips rolled in reply.
Burt and Vicki were more than father and daughter now. Something even closer. A man and a woman fucking.
"Do it to me, Daddy, do it to me!" Vicki squealed. "Jam your huge cock up my cunt!"
Burt did better than that. His cock shoved with such force that it lifted Vicki into the air and himself off the toilet. All of a sudden he was standing straight up, holding Vicki aloft as she wrapped her legs around his middle.
"What a great idea, Daddy!" Vicki gushed. "Nobody's ever fucked me standing up before. Nobody was ever man enough to dominate me the way you do."
As her father's big prick drove up her deep cunt, Vicki was confident that a climax would hit her very soon. If her father could make her come by sucking her pussy, it ought to be a snap getting her rocks off with his cock actually fucking her.
In Vicki's mind there was no way she could be denied the orgasm she desperately craved.
However, in her sex frenzy, she has turned out everything in the universe except her father and herself. Unfortunately, in reality, they didn't even have the house to themselves. Vicki didn't know it yet, but her orgasm would have to wait.
Half-asleep, Marsha Wallace stumbled along the unlighted hallway toward the bathroom. She had to pee so bad it felt like there was a knife in her side.
As Marsha felt her way along the wall in the darkness, all she could think about was mercifully squatting on the toilet and letting the hot piss gush out of her smarting cunt. It would feel so good to relieve the pressure inside her. The last thing on Marsha's mind was the rest of her family…
Until a crack of light from under the bathroom door caught her eye. And she heard the harsh breathing sounds from within.
"Burt? Vicki? One of you in there?" Marsha called, rapping on the door. "Hurry up, I have to use the john. Bad."
Vicki and Burt stared at each other with wide-eyed alarm. In their stand-up fucking position, their faces were so close their noses almost touched. Each could smell the perspiration of the other's sudden fear.
"If Mom catches us like this, everything will be mined," Vicki hissed to her dad under her breath. "I'll never get to fuck you again. What'll we do? Think of something, Daddy, please."
Burt cleared his throat, just as his wife impatiently began hammering on the door.
"Burt, is that you? Let me in there!" Marsha demanded. "I'll piss on the floor if you don't."
"Please, Daddy, please," Vicki begged in a jagged whisper. "Save it for us."
"I'm, uh, taking a crap, Marsha," Burt lied to his wife. "Can't you wait? It stinks pretty bad in here."
"I've got my hand between my legs, I have to piss so bad," Marsha Wallace complained. "Hurry the hell up!"
Inside the bathroom, Burt reluctantly withdrew his cock from his daughter's tight, wet cunt and put Vicki down. He gestured for her to hide in the bathtub.
When Vicki was hidden behind the shower curtain, Burt put his cock under the faucet in the sink and ran cold water over it to kill his hard-on. Then he flushed the toilet and kicked Vicki's clothes out of sight, before letting Marsha into the bathroom while he pulled up his pajama bottoms.
Marsha didn't even wait for Burt to leave before she plopped down on the john. The whizzing sound of water striking water filled the small room when she had finished peeing, Marsha noticed that Burt was still hanging around.
"All that pressure on my cunt made me kind of horny," she cooed. "I wouldn't mind a little action."
"What did you have in mind, dear?" Burt asked, willing to go along with anything to get his wife out of the bathroom before she discovered their naked daughter hiding in the tub.
"How about a box-lunch for a midnight snack, lover?" Marsha giggled. "All of a sudden I want my pussy eaten, in the worst way. How about it, Burt?"
She rose from the toilet, the cunt she wanted her husband to suck dripping with fresh urine. Burt thought he would gag, but somehow stifled the urge and managed to look eager.
"Sure, I'll eat you out," he forced himself to agree to Marsha's raunchy suggestion. "Let's go back to bed."
Marsha grabbed his arm, and they were gone.
Moments later, as she sneaked into her bedroom, Vicki was still trembling from the narrow escape. From down the hall she could hear moans as her father went down on her mother's sloppy pussy.
Vicki lay in bed, her mother's sounds of passion became louder and louder. Vicki burned with envy.
"It's not fair," she seethed to herself. "Daddy was fucking me so good. He was just getting ready to make me came when Mom walked in and stole him away from me."
Hopelessly frustrated, Vicki put her hand to her cunt and finger-fucked herself. It didn't give her the climax she craved, but at least it helped her to get to sleep.
"Tomorrow's another day," she whispered into her pillow just before dozing off. "Don't worry, Daddy, you'll get plenty of chances to make me came. Mom can't stand in our way. Tonight was just the beginning of something wonderful."