Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

She could think of only one more thing to do.

"Okay, let me see," she said, peering intently at the book.

At the same time she slipped her hand into Bill's lap, as if absentmindedly. Her little fingers crept very slowly towards his crotch. She remembered last night, how excited he'd gotten when she touched his cock. Maybe it would work again.

Bill didn't know what to do. Tina seemed unconscious of having her hand in his lap, practically on his dick, but it wasn't right for her to touch him there. He didn't want to discourage her natural affection, but if she was trying to turn him on… Oh, Christ, what to do?

Tina's hand settled on his crotch. Her fingers kept up an absentminded massage, rubbing gently back and forth over the big flaccid lump of his cock. He could feel it, like fire, right through his pants.

He studied her face. She was frowning at the book, licking her lips, apparently completely absorbed in the lesson. But Tina was a good little actress and a mischief-maker. How could he be sure? Was she aware that she was caressing her father's cock?

"You've had long enough to think, Tina," he said sternly. "Now translate the word."

"Uhhhh," said Tina, "I think it's 'to'. And the next word is 'school'."

"Of course," said Bill. "That wasn't hard at all. Now read me the whole sentence."

"The boy goes to school," said Tina, feeling like an idiot.

It seemed ridiculous to be translating dumb sentences, when she really wanted to do something far more exciting and important. Why, when she got older she'd probably never need to know Spanish-but she'd sure have to know about fucking!

"Right," said Bill. "You didn't really need my help. All you had to do was think. Now, I have some studying of my own to do…

He started to get up, but Tina pressed her hand hard down on his crotch. Even through his pants she could feel the fat soft line of his big adult prick. She almost trembled with horny excitement.

"No, wait, Dad," she said. "Can't you help me with the rest of this assignment?"

Bill almost moaned. Her hand seemed to burn right through his pants and shorts, onto his cock. If she didn't let go, he was going to get a hard-on. He wanted to fuck-but for both their sakes, he had to get away from her.

"No, Tina," he said, "you can do it yourself We just proved that. The practice will be good for you."

It seemed like the hardest thing he'd ever done, but Bill stood up and walked out of the room. Goddammit, how he'd wanted to just throw himself on her, fuck her. She was asking for it. He knew that now. She'd deliberately tried to turn him on.

And if she wanted it, why not give it to her? Bill shook his head violently. You did not fuck your own daughter. He marched into the kitchen and poured himself a stiff shot of whiskey. He had to get control of himself.

Tina waited a moment in deep disappointment, then impulsively she leaped to her feet and went after her father. He was just being ridiculous. They could have so much fun together, all those long hours while Mom was away, if only he weren't so uptight…

Bill was draining his drink when he felt Tina's arms slipping around him from behind. He almost choked. She'd crept up on bare feet, the little imp. And she was tugging at the zipper of his fly "Tina, NO!" he said. "Goddammit, cut it out!"

She persisted, pulling down the zipper of his pants.

"Dad," she cooed, "don't be so darn silly. We had such a good time last night. I want to do it again. I bet you do, too."

He sure as hell did. For a moment Bill felt so dizzy with lust that he couldn't react, and Tina took the opportunity to reach inside his pants and stroke his limp warm cock. He shivered with pleasure when he felt her soft little fingers on his sensitive meat.

"Baby," he said shakily, "I explained it to you before. It's against the law for fathers and daughters to have sex.

"So what?" said Tina, running her mischievous little fingers over his limp silky prick. "Nobody has to know. We can have all the fun we want, Dad."

It was so tempting. Tina was right-if nobody knew, they wouldn't be in any danger. It seemed ideal, too. His wife wasn't taking care of him in bed, but he had his daughter, a lovely sexy little chick who was more than willing to relieve his frustrations. Oh, Christ, it was tempting..

"Honey, we just can't." Bill's voice was weak.

Tina paid no attention. She slipped his soft warm prick out of his pants and dropped to her knees in front of him for a better view. She let his flabby pale meat drop onto her palm, and she began to pet it.

Cocks were sort of funny-looking, she had to admit, like big lazy worms. And yet Dad's fat blue-veined dick excited her, too. She imagined it slipping into her cunt.. That would be so far-out, to finally learn what sex was all about.

Bill stood there, swaying dizzily, overcome with lusty excitement. Tina was doing what he'd always secretly wanted Lynn to do-to kneel adoringly before him, playing with his meat. Oh, Jesus, it felt nice. And it was getting him so aroused, he was close to losing control.

Obeying a sudden impulse, Tina dipped her head, stuck out her little wet pink tongue, and began to lick her father's dick.

Bill gasped and swayed.

Tina didn't know what had prompted her to do such a funny thing, but she didn't stop. It was fun. She liked the faint salty taste of his cock, liked the warm silky texture under her tongue. Also, she saw that it was getting Dad powerfully horny. He was moaning softly, his face red and contorted with lust.

Tina licked faster.

"Oh, Jesus," Bill moaned.

He was lost. All his life he'd wanted his cock licked, and to have it done by a beautiful horny girl was just too much. He leaned back against the kitchen counter and began to pant. Tina's wet slick little tongue lashed up and down the length of his excited prick.

Tina was more than pleased with the results of her daring. She'd wanted to lick Dad's big doughy prick just for fun, not realizing the effect it would have on Bill. Now she watched in delight as his flaccid rosy meat suddenly lurched into full erection.

She slipped her hand under his dark-red wrinkled balls and felt them swell up, too, going stiff and round and hot in her palm. His cock lurched away from her busy tongue, swelling, lengthening, till it stood stiff and rigid and pointed straight at the ceiling.

The dark-red head of his dick grew big as a doorknob-to Tina's inexperienced eyes-and the little dark slit of a mouth began to drool thick juice. Tina impulsively stuck her tongue tip right into that dripping hole and wriggled around, tasting his cream.

She liked the taste. She burrowed after more.

"Awwwwww," Bill moaned.

Hell, he couldn't bear to make her stop. He forgot about law and morality and incest and everything else, even the guilty knowledge that Tina was his own daughter. He knew only that a lovely little teenage girl was licking his dick, eating his cream, just like in his horny fantasies.

"Ummmmm," muttered Tina.

This funny game was really getting her turned on. She burrowed her slick pointy tongue tip into Dad's creaming piss-hole, till she had lapped up all his tasty juice. Still her mouth watered. She wanted more.

Tina knew nothing about sex, nothing about fancy foreplay. She just followed her own natural instincts-seizing her father's rigid pulsing hot dick and popping the big knobby head into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh, Christ!" Bill yelped.

He couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. It was his fantasy, to the letter. A greedy little chick, not content with licking his prick, popping the whole damned thing into her wet hungry mouth… Tina began to suck on his sensitive cock-head, like a baby at a nipple, and Bill damn near came in his crazy excitement.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he whined. "I really like that. Suck my dick! Oh, yeah, suck it!"