Norma Egan - Peeping maid

"Oh, Daddy, play with me some more,” Irish whined. "You know what I like best… Put your finger in my cunt, Daddy, please… ”

Foster obliged. Releasing her soaked swollen clit, he moved his hand lower in her crotch and eased the tip of his middle finger into the dripping shadowy mouth of her young cunt. Lita watched breathlessly as Foster's thick stiff finger slowly disappeared between his daughter's little pink pussylips. He stuffed his finger into her all the way to the last knuckle.

"That feel good, baby?" he said hoarsely.

"Ooooo, super," Trish gasped. "Now move it in me, Daddy, frig me… ”

Foster began to jerk his finger in her tight hot little hole, whisking it stiffly in and out like a miniature cock. Trish squealed with pleasure and spread her legs even wider. Lita had an excellent view of the whole thing, Foster Barton's finger nipping in and out of his daughter's cunt, Trish's helpless pussyjuice streaming out into his lap.

"Ahhhhhh," Trish wailed, "ahhhh, yeah, frig meee… ”

Lita wondered how many times this had happened in the past. Father and daughter seemed well acquainted with the game. How old had Trish been when her father first played with her tits and put his hand inside her panties? Lita had the sickening feeling that Foster might very well have been his daughter's first lover, the man who'd introduced her to sex. She wouldn't put anything past this strange family.

Briskly finger-fucking his daughter, Foster grew more and more aroused. He'd begun the game coolly enough, but now his face was red with excitement, his breathing hard and fast and loud. As he watched Trish's grimace of lust and listened to her squeals of pleasure, he grinned wickedly.

"Good for you, baby?" he said.

"Wonderful, Daddy," Trish sighed. "Please don't stop… I wanta come so bad…”

"In a moment, honey," Foster said, slipping his cream-soaked finger out of her nipping little twat. "Maybe you could do something for me first, though. I don't mind telling you, this whole thing has made me very horny.”

"Oh, of course, Daddy, I'm sorry," Trish said contritely. She kissed his cheek and then slipped from his lap, going to her knees beside him.

Lita thought she knew what was coming, but she was still shocked beyond belief at what the girl did. Trish Barton untied and opened her father's robe, no then deftly slipped down the bottoms of his pajamas, pulling them off over his feet. Foster's short slim cock was rock-hard, pointing at the ceiling, oozing bubbles of juice.

Trish leaned over and kissed the head of her father's prick.

"Oh, my God," Lita gasped.

She saw Irish's little pink tongue flash out. The girl eagerly licked the swollen cock juice, gurgling hungrily as she swallowed it. Foster grinned and panted as he watched her. Trish proceeded to lick and tickle his slim pale rod from the knobby head right down to his crisp grey and black bush.

"Would you like me to suck your cock a little, Daddy?" she said in her little-girl voice.

"That would be lovely, baby," Foster said huskily.

Trish obediently seized the hard drooling head of his cock between her pink-glossed lips and quickly sucked the slim stiff rod all the way into her mouth. Foster moaned loudly. Trish began to suck his cock briskly, with loud wet slurping noises, clearly enjoying herself. Again Lita wondered how long this kind of thing had been going on. How old had Trish been when she first took her father's cock in her mouth?

"Ahhhhh, baby, that's beautiful," Foster whined. "I love it when you suck my dick… ”

Lita figured these strange people would do damned near anything without a prig of guilt, but she wondered at her own reaction. She was repulsed by the idea of incest, horrified at the behavior of Foster Barton and his daughter, and yet she was hotly aroused. Her panty crotch was soaked and dripping with her horny cunt juice. She wanted urgently to slip her hand inside her panties and bring herself off, but she didn't dare. Someone might come along.

"That's enough, baby," Foster panted. "Come sit on my lap again.”

Trish hopped up into her father's lap, only this time she didn't just sit. Leaning her back against his chest, she seized his rigid slim prick and slipped the knobby wet head into her small shadowy cunt mouth. Lita watched in total shock as Foster Barton's erect pale cock slowly penetrated his daughter's cunt.

"Ahhhhh, Daddy," Trish moaned.

"Baby, baby," Foster panted.

It was a slow tantalizing penetration, Trish's pretty pink cunt lips sucking greedily at Foster's stiff blue-veined cock as it gradually eased into her body. Trish's hot steamy cream poured down his milky-pale shaft and soaked his swollen red balls. The girl leaned back hard against his chest, her teeth flashing, her eyes rolling crazily. At last his grey-furred balls came to rest against her moist pink slit.

"Ooooo, Daddy," Trish whined, grinding her pussy hotly around the stiff impalement of his cock, "I need this so bad… Fuck me, Daddy, fuck meee… ”

"Yes, baby, yes," Foster crooned, starting to move his cock in her. "Anything my little girl wants… ”

Lita crouched there, shocked yet powerfully aroused, and watched Foster Barton fuck his own daughter. The slim stiff pale prick worked-steadily in and out of the nipping swollen pink cunt lips, fast and hard and deep, while father and daughter in moaned and panted. Trish began to come quite soon, howling as she ground her greedy twat around his jerking cock.

"Eeeee," she shrieked, "you're making me come, Daddeee… ”

Foster moaned and managed to ball her stiffly into yet another screeching climax before he finally came, too. He whined and jerked his slim cock briskly as he shot his steamy load into his teenage daughter's womb. Trish expertly tightened her cunt to keep him inside her while he came.

"Honey," he whined, "my little girl…Ahhhhhh… ”

When it was over, Trish giggled and slipped off his lap, her slim thighs soaked with their combined juices.

"Oh, wow," she chuckled, "I sure needed that.”

Foster laughed, too. "Now maybe you can forget Richard," he said.

"Richard who?" laughed Trish.

Foster chuckled and gave her a playful pat on the ass. As he put on his pajama bottoms, he said, "I'd better get to work now. You behave yourself, young lady.”

"Oh, Daddy," she sighed, returning to her normal voice, "don't be so square.”

Foster laughed and headed for the door. Lita moved quickly, ducking into the nearest alcove. Foster Barton breezed past her, all business now, heading for his library with his personal ticker tape machine and dozen telephones. He'd spend the day there, wheeling and dealing, making even more money.

Lita wondered what the world would think if the news got out that famous millionaire Foster Barton fucked his own daughter. Or that his beautiful blonde second wife was balling his son. People might be shocked, but there'd be nothing they could do about it. Like Foster himself said, with his money, he didn't have to please anybody. He could do anything he damn well pleased.

Lita sighed and started to step out of the alcove, then ducked back in again as she heard someone coming down the hall. Tony Barton, moving along briskly in jeans and t-shirt, knocked at Trish's bedroom door.

"Sis?" he called. "Hey, Sis, you awake?”

"Umm-hmm," Trish replied lazily.

Tony went in and shut the door, and Lita hurried to take her place at the keyhole. She wanted to see how Tony reacted when he found his sister lying naked on her bed-because that was the way Foster had left her. Sure enough, Trish hadn't changed position. She lay on her back, without a stitch of clothing, her legs slightly parted. Her brother could see her firm pointed little tits, her small dainty brown muff, and the wet pink flesh of her pussy.