C Ralston: Family in heat

"I know I was a bad, bad girl!" Lucinda cooed, almost baby-talking to her father. "But, Daddy, you've got to understand! You've just got to!"

The calculating little teenager turned to her father, her eyes filled with mock-pleading. Lucinda put her hand on her dad's knee, feeling his whole body jerk as if the tiny fingers were putting out electrical charges.

"I didn't mean to be bad," Lucinda said, looking up into her father's tight, troubled face, watching his eyes flit from hers down to her bare chest whenever he thought she wasn't looking.

"It's just that… that I get so… so…"

The little girl let her voice trail off as if she was too ashamed to go on.

"Turned on?" Chet wheezed, his throat just barely able to function.

"Yes! Yes, Daddy, that's it exactly!" Lucinda agreed. "I saw Steve's… his, you know… his… thing. And it was so big and so hard. And it felt so good, it… it tasted so good that I…"

"Tasted?" Chet gasped incredulously.

"Mmmmm, yes!" Lucinda giggled like a delighted five-year-old remembering a visit to Santa. "Yes, Daddy, I just love the way those hot, thick things taste. And when I found out that it feels so good to have one inside you… well I just couldn't help myself! I'm just evil, I guess."

The pert blonde turned her eyes downward and tried to look sad. She eyed her father's pajama bottoms and saw that his cock was bone hard and throbbing beneath the material. It looked incredibly long under there, and Lucinda just couldn't resist moving her hand up her daddy's thigh toward his pulsing cock.

"Y-You're not evil, kitten," Chet gasped in his child's defense. "It's just that you're too young to understand about, about discipline and mental toughness and… and… all that stuff."

Chet broke off into a helpless moan as the little girl's fingertips neared his engorged cock-head. He was keyed up and trembling awkwardly.

"Maybe I don't know about all of that," Lucinda said softly, tracing the outline of her father's swollen prick around the stretched fabric of his pajamas. "All I know about is these things… cocks, Stevie called them. I know how good they feel up inside you. How beautiful it is when they go off up where Steve had his, or…"

Lucinda opened her robe with her free hand, baring her tiny cunt completely. She parted her gleaming cunt-lips and poised a finger just inside the succulent pinkness.

"Or up here!" Lucinda finished her sentence, slid her finger all the way up into her pussy, and closed her other hand around her daddy's thick dong – all at once.

The breath went out of Chet Collins' lungs. His prick jerked in his daughter's slender fingers as though his large, knotted hunk of muscle was trying to jump clear of the soft warmth of her gentle grip.

"Ooooooooh, Daddy, it's soooooo big compared to Steve's!" Lucinda gasped delightedly. "It feels like a monster! Can I, can I see it?"

Lucinda looked up at her father's face. The poor man was almost purple with anxiety as she stroked his fat cock through the silky cloth. He wanted to be a good father – but he was only human and he probably hadn't been fucked more than one or two times in the year since Mama had died.

Mercifully, the girl settled Chet's dilemma for him. Unable to stand keeping the trembling man in limbo a second longer, Lucinda pulled her finger out of her twat and undid her daddy's pajama snaps.

The man's rock-hard dick flew out of the loosened restraints. The long, long pecker stood out from the thick, hairy growth of pubic fur, throbbing lewdly.

"Jeeeesus, what a cock!" Lucinda sighed, losing her cool for a moment as she eyed his massive prong.

Like father, like son – the old adage popped into the awed girl's mind. Only in this case, Steve would have at least two inches to grow in length before he would measure up to his father!

"Ooooo, Daddy, I've got to suck it!" Lucinda sighed, her insides turning to warm jelly as she stared at the big, thick prick.

"P-please!" Chet choked, his dick jerking wildly at the mere thought of his daughter's mouth surrounding it.

Lucinda found that she was too hot to toy with this hard, pumping cock. She didn't lick it or kiss it, she just opened her moist lips and sucked as much of its iron-hard bulk into her open mouth as she could.

"Aaaagggghkhhh!" Chet wailed as more than half of his mighty prick disappeared up into the tight oval ring of his daughter's warm lips. Lucinda sighed happily and licked all around the huge head. The fat prick twitched crazily as she lapped at it and a big bead of salty pre-cum appeared. Lucinda licked the slippery fluid off and swallowed it noisily, to show her daddy how much she liked sucking his cock.

"Ohhhhhh!" Chet sighed, his hips beginning to jerk involuntarily. "Been long. Been soooo long!"

The girl opened her mouth wider and braced herself. The rapid, jerky thrusts from her father's hips sank more and more of the wide dick into her stretched lips with each lunge. She opened her throat to receive the head of his long cock without gagging and just let her daddy fuck her mouth.

"Oh, oh, baby, that's so good!" Chet moaned, driving a little more of his prick in. "Ohhhhh! Can't… can't help it. Gotta, gotta fuck your little mouth! Been so long since…ughhhh!"

Lucinda switched her position as the man spoke to her. The little nymph was lying flat on her belly, her head bobbing backward slightly as his big cock came up for each stroke.

Now Lucinda slowly rolled over onto her back, motioning to her father to follow her lead. They hadn't missed a beat as the girl turned. Chet was straddling her lithe body with his thighs, sitting lightly on her petite tits and ramming his cock straight down into her mouth and throat.

As the fucking grew faster and faster, Chet raised up onto his knees and began pumping almost straight up and down with his hips, really reaming his little girl's throat. Lucinda didn't care. She was in seventh heaven, her father's thick dong gliding in and out of her mouth as rapidly, his big cock-head banging into the back of her throat with every down-stroke.

Lucinda looked over her father's shoulder and saw, Dawn's naked body reflected in the dresser mirror. The tall girl was kneeling down behind their father, a grin on her beautiful face.

Dawn's long, experienced tongue came flickering out lewdly. The eighteen-year-old licked up and down her daddy's thrusting ass cheeks with a few hurried swipes.

"Uhhhhhh!" Chet grunted with surprise at the hot, wet intrusion from behind.

The rutting father stopped in mid-lunge, his dick half-in, half-out of Lucinda's sucking lips. He looked over his shoulder and saw his eldest daughter naked, eagerly lapping at his ass cheeks. "Wha… what?" Chet stammered.

"Just keep on doing what you're doing, Daddy," Dawn said, stopping long enough to instruct him. "You're about to have the blow-job of your life, courtesy of the Collins sisters!"

Lucinda swirled her tongue around her father's dick and raised her head up off the pillow to suck in most of his shaft once more. Chet got the idea immediately and went back to feeding his prick in and out of the little girl's hungry mouth, obviously deciding to let Dawn do whatever she liked back there as long as it didn't directly interfere with what Lucinda was doing to his aching cock.

What Lucinda was doing was licking her daddy's cock thoroughly on each stroke and sucking like a vacuum cleaner as his big prick penetrated her mouth again and again. What Dawn liked to do, as it turned out, was lick assholes. The kneeling blonde pressed her big jugs against the back of her father's thighs and swabbed his hairy crack up and down with her long tongue until the man's ass-crack was gleaming with her pooled spittle.

"Jesus Christopher, Dawn what are…oooooooooh!" Chet Collins' reprimand broke off in a low moan as his eldest daughter's tongue suddenly stiffened like a cock and punched itself right up into his ass-passage.