Harry Stevens: Incest daughter

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."

Vicki felt funny meeting her father at a motel. But, she had agreed with him that it wasn't smart to take unnecessary chances. If they were going to make it together, they had to play it safe.

"You mother's going through some kind of stage, Vicki," Burt Wallace had explained. "She's always horny lately. Likely to barge in at any minute with hot pants. We'll have to get out of the house to get my privacy. Rent a room someplace, I guess, if we want to get it on."

They picked a motel on the other side of town and agreed to go there separately so as not to arouse suspicion. Burt would get there first and rent the room, putting a pre-arranged signal in the window so Vicki would know which door to knock on.

Now, as she stood outside the right room, Vicki silently asked herself if this was what she really wanted.

"Yes," she answered herself aloud with a passionate whisper. "Oh, Daddy, fuck me. Please make me come."

The door opened without her knocking.

"Who were you talking to?" Burt Wallace asked his hard-breathing daughter. "I could hear you inside."

"Just myself, Daddy," Vicki said apologetically as she entered the room. "Getting up my nerve, I guess."

"Yeah," her father sighed. "I understand. This is a pretty big step we're taking."

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking down at the floor.

"It's still not too late to change our minds," Burt muttered. "We haven't done anything yet."

"What about the other night?" Vicki blurted, tingling from the memory of her father's big cock in her cunt.

"That was different," Burt mumbled self-consciously. "It was an accident. Could've happened to anybody on the spurt of the moment. But this time, there's…"

"No excuse," Vicki said firmly, suddenly calm and sure of herself. "We know exactly what we're doing."

She boldly backed her father across the motel room. When he was trapped between the bed and her, Vicki pushed him backward.

As Burt sprawled on the bed, Vicki began a slow, sensual strip.

"Tell me how much you want me, Daddy," she crooned when her blouse was unbuttoned and sliding down her shoulders.

Burt gazed at his daughter's perfect tits and gulped. His cock squirmed in his pants.

"Come on, Daddy, I want to hear it," Vicki continued.

The blouse drifted to the floor and Vicki unhooked her skirt. Instead of letting it drop, she inched it down her hips, teasing her father with the sight of her yellow bikini panties.

"Oh, God, Vicki, you're so damn beautiful," Burt croaked, his throat as dry as his prick was hard.

Vicki released her skirt, letting it fall at last. Now she was nude except for her skimpy panties. They were purposely about two sizes too small the crotch panel cutting into her cunt.

Vicki rubbed her pussy. Her panties were pushed into her crack and her pussy squished.

Burt couldn't stand it any longer. Springing from the bed, he grabbed his daughter. He stuffed his hand between her thighs, fumbling with the elastic of her damp panties.

"Rip them off me, Daddy," Vicki urged. "Make me naked."

The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as the ruined panties fluttered away. Burt Wallace's fingers gripped his daughter's bare, blonde pussy.

"I can't help it," Burt rasped in Vicki's ear. "When I see your body. I can't control myself. I guess I've always wanted to fuck you."

"Carry me to bed, Daddy," Vicki crooned. "The way you used to do when I was a little girl."

Burt's trembling stopped. He picked up Vicki with a swoop, cradling her in his strong arms.

When he put her on the bed, she spread her long legs in his face. The aroma of her open pussy made him feel drunk.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me," Vicki panted. "Make me come."

Burt's fly whirred down. His pants and shorts drooped. As he stepped out of them, he twisted out of his shirt.

Nude, Burt climbed in bed with his spread-eagled daughter. Vicki grabbed his hard-on, pulling it toward her gaping cunt.

"Stick your cock in my cunt," she demanded. "Fuck me, fuck me. I want your prick in my pussy so bad, Daddy."

Vicki had pulled her father between her legs by now, using Burt's stiff cock like a handle. When she let go of his cock, it throbbed against her cunt.

"Let me have it!" she rasped with lust. "Put your big cock inside me, Daddy. Every inch. Fuck me…"

She interrupted herself with a squeal of delight as her wish was granted. The head of her father's cock had entered the slot of her cunt. It was ramming up her fuck-hole. Going deeper and deeper. "All the way, Daddy!" Vicki pleaded. "Fuck me all the way!"

Burt ground his groin against his daughter's crotch until bone pressed bone. With his ten-inch cock buried in Vicki's cunt, be rolled his hips. Vicki's ass squirmed in response. The bedsprings squealed from the erotic movement of their human cargo.

"Ooooh, Daddy, that's it," Vicki groaned, as her father fucked her to the hilt. "Your cock feels huge in my cunt. Is my pussy tight enough for you?"

"Perfect… just perfect," Burt gasped. "I'll never fuck a tighter cunt."

While they fucked, Vicki slipped a hand between her legs and felt around. Her fingertips were her eyes, relaying a vivid picture of the union of cock and pussy to her brain.

In the meantime, Burt covered his daughter's face and tits with wet kisses. The feel of Vicki's bare flesh on his lips made Burt incredibly hungry for her body. He didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to eat her up.

Sucking a nipple, Burt bore down, taking pray deafly Vicki's whole tit in his mouth. It was so firm, yet so soft.

Vicki writhed beneath her father. A man was fucking her, not some punk teenager. That was why, she knew, that her senses were tugging her toward the ultimate female experience. The climax that fucking had never before brought her.