Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

"You like it, baby?" Tony said hoarsely.

"Yesssss," Lynn whined.

He began to fuck her in hard short strokes, and Lynn simply lost all control of herself. It felt so damned good, she couldn't stifle her reactions. She grinned lewdly, grinding her steamy pussy around his jerking meat, and she creamed in shameless floods. She whimpered and squealed and gasped.

"Yeah, you like it," Tony chuckled. "You really needed it, I can tell. Your old man ain't doing his job in the sack."

Lynn didn't reply. She wasn't going to betray Bill's faults. But it was hard to think of Bill at all right now. She experienced only Tony's wonderfully stiff hot prick jabbing and sawing in her hot, wet cunt. She needed it; oh, God, how she needed it.

"Ummmmm" she walled, "yesss, Tony, yesss! it's sooo good. Do it to me, do it to meee!"

Tony grinned appreciatively. This new girl was a real turn-on, her big swollen boobs bouncing crazily, her lovely face contorted with lust. Best of all, she wasn't faking. She was really digging his fucking. No woman could fake a torrent of cunt-cream like that..

"Oh, God," Lynn whined, "I love it, Tony! Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck meee!"

The moment Tina came home from school that day, Bill began to feel uneasy. Last night was like a nightmare to his guilty mind. Had he really fooled around naked with his own daughter, frigging her into orgasm? Would the impish teenager remind him of it? He felt so terrible about it, he just wanted to forget-and he wanted Tina to forget, too.

At first it seemed as if she had. She headed straight for the kitchen, got herself a snack, and began to tell Bill about her day at school. She sounded like an adolescent-some boy had passed her a note; a teacher had almost made her stay after school; she was afraid she would flunk Spanish.

Bill listened with relief. This sounded more like his daughter. That vixen who'd climbed into the shower with him last night was not Tina. He wanted her to be like she always was, innocent and naive and girlish.

But Tina was a lot smarter than Bill thought. She knew her Dad was nervous about what had happened last night and that it would be a mistake to come on heavy with him. She must wait for the right moment, put him at ease. For Tina had no intention of forgetting the incident. She wanted to repeat it, to have more of that strange exciting play with her father..

She held herself in check till after dinner, though it wasn't easy. Her little body burned with lusty curiosity, and she couldn't help imagining another encounter with Dad. Last night he'd only played with her pussy. That had been a lot of fun, but what she really wanted was to go all the way with her handsome father.

She just had to know what fucking was like…

After the dishes were washed, Bill took refuge in his favorite chair and pretended to read a book. Tina came and sat on the arm of the chair and slipped her arm around his shoulders. She nuzzled her cheek against his.

"What are you reading, Dad?" she said. "Can I read with you?"

"You wouldn't be much interested in this," said Bill. "It's about car repair. I thought I might get a job as a mechanic-but I have to study for it, and that means concentration. I can't concentrate with you hanging on me, Tina. And you have homework. You said you needed to improve your Spanish grade. So you run along."

Tina went away pouting. Dad had certainly made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her. What was he afraid of? She knew he'd enjoyed their little romp last night. She'd never seen him so powerfully excited before. Why was he refusing to have more fun?

Tina just couldn't understand adults. They had all these weird hang-ups, especially about sex. To Tina, it was very simple: If it was fun, do it. All she could conclude was that Dad was afraid of Mom finding out, but that was silly. Lynn would be gone all evening, and Tina was no fink.

She went into her room, picked up her Spanish book, and tried to study, but it was no use. There was a nagging ache in her virgin cunt that was driving her wild. She remembered the beautiful sensations Dad had given her when he played with her pussy. She just had to have more of that…

Then she got an idea. With an impish grin, Tina stripped off all her clothes, then put on a loose bathrobe of blue terrycloth that tied in front. She arranged her books at her little desk. Then she went to the door of her room.

"Dad," she called, "will you please come and help me? I just can't figure out this dumb Spanish."

She knew Bill was eager to help improve her grades. He thought she wasn't doing well enough at school. She grinned as she heard him get up from his chair, and she hurried back to her desk.

"Okay, what's the problem, honey?" said Bill, coming to stand beside her.

"It's this translation," said Tina. "I can't figure it out."

"Well, let's work it out," said Bill, leaning over her to point to the lesson. "What's this word?"

"Hmmm," said Tina. "I ought to remember that one."

She pretended to be thinking, but she was only grooving on the warmth and nearness of his exciting adult male body. As he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back.

"You can't be very comfortable like that, Dad," she said. "Let's sit on the bed."

Before Bill could reply, Tina snatched up her book and plumped down on the bed, patting the place beside her. Bill blushed a little as he sat down. Tina cuddled close to him, so their thighs rubbed. She leaned over the book so that the neck of her robe bulged open, and she knew he could see her naked tits if he looked.

He was looking, all right. Somehow he couldn't help it. His eyes should have been on the book, but he caught himself looking down the front of his daughter's robe. Her tits stood straight out from her chest, saucy and pointy. Her nipples were a tender virgin pink. Bill felt a breathless wave of lust.

He wanted so badly to touch her again. He couldn't forget her exquisite body writhing under him when he stimulated her virgin clit. He knew she'd enjoy it again. He would enjoy it, no doubt about that.

Christ, how many times did he have to remind himself'? Tina was his daughter!

Bill jerked his eyes off her cute pink-nippled tits and forced himself to look at the Spanish lesson.

"Okay," he said hoarsely, "what's that word, Tina?"

She couldn't stall any longer. "That means 'boy'," she said.

"And this word?" said Bill, pointing.

"Ummmmm," said Tina, "I have to think."

Bill sighed. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it, sitting pressed against her delicious body, trying not to ogle her pointed tits. If only Lynn were taking care of him in bed… Then he wouldn't have this insane and wicked lech for his own daughter.

"Go on, honey," he said, "translate that word. It's an easy one. I can even remember it from my high-school Spanish."

Tina fidgeted. "I know, Dad," she sighed. "I really should recognize it. But- Oh, dammit, it's so hot in here. I can't concentrate." She set the book aside and suddenly wriggled out of her robe.

Bill gawked. He couldn't seem to help it. She looked so damned cute and enticing, her milky-white tits bouncing, and the brown hairs over her plump cunt-mound… She got comfortable, tucking one leg up under her, so that her dainty pink slit showed.

Bill swallowed hard. "Come on, Tina," he said, "let's get on with it. What's that word?"

"Oh, I get it now," said Tina. "It means 'to go'. Let's see-the boy goes "Right," said Bill. "Now the next word."

Tina knew perfectly well what the next word was, but she pretended to ponder it. Her tricks didn't seem to be working. Cuddling up close to Dad hadn't aroused him. She thought sure he'd be turned on when she wriggled out of her robe and sat naked next to him, but it was no go.