Nick Eastwood: Daughter gets horny

Daddy's face was all contorted, too, and as his excitement mounted, he fucked Chris faster and faster. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and there was an obscene sucking noise as his thick prick reamed the juice from her tight cunt. Roy was groaning his pleasure, and Chris was squealing and gurgling. No question about it, fucking had to be the most fun thing in the world.

"I have to try it," Molly whispered to her sister, "I just have to."

"Molly, will you shut up?" Sandy said.

Yet secretly she shared Molly's excitement. She ached to know how it would feel to have a guy's long hard cock pumping in her cunt. Maybe tonight in bed she'd use a stiff finger on herself and see how it felt. But of course that would be no substitute for a real-live cock. Sandy gave a horny sigh and rubbed her thighs together, trying in vain to ease the hot desire in her pussy.

"Unnnhhhh, Roy, I'm gonna come," Chris was moaning.

"Yeah, baby, come with me!" he growled. "Ahhhhhh, shit, I'm coming right now!"

"Unnnnhhhh, yes, me, too," Chris gasped, "unnnnhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"

Chris and Roy writhed and howled and bucked together in a violent mutual climax, and Sandy and Molly grabbed the moment to race back to their bedroom. They knew their dad would be up soon to check on them, so there was no question of masturbating or of reading more in that very interesting book. The girls hopped into bed and turned out the lights and pretended to be asleep. Soon there was a light tap at the door, and Roy peered in.

"Asleep, kids?" he whispered.

There was no answer, and he tiptoed away with a smile of relief.

Roy had to work the next day, and his daughters got up early to fix him a big breakfast. Sandy thought he looked especially happy and enthusiastic that morning, and she wondered if he was falling in love with Chris, but she didn't dare ask. She wasn't even supposed to know about his girlfriends.

"You girls are terrific," Roy said as he kissed them goodbye. "I'm gonna get fat if you keep feeding me like that."

"We've got a great dinner planned, too, Daddy," Molly said. "Will you be home at the usual time?"

Roy reddened slightly and said, "Yeah, honey, but I'm gonna have to eat and run. I'm, uh, going out for a while tonight."

"Okay, Daddy," Molly said, while she and Sandy tried to keep a straight face.

When he was gone, they burst into giggles. "He just has to be seeing Chris again," Sandy said.

"Yeah, and we know why," Molly laughed. "Wow, I hope he brings her home again."

"Me, too," Sandy said. "We've still got a lot to learn."

"I just wish we had a boy to learn it with," Molly sighed.

"Well, forget about that," Sandy said as they headed for the kitchen to wash the dishes. "You know Daddy won't let us date till we're twenty-one."

"But we'll be old hags by then," Molly moaned. "I'm not gonna stand for it, Sis. I'm gonna find a boy one way or another, and I'm gonna get it on with him."

"Oh, Molly, don't be silly," Sandy said, "Daddy'll never let you do that."

"Well, I'll think of a way," Molly said determinedly.

Secretly Sandy wished she would. If anybody could do it, it would be Molly. She had nerve, and she was good at getting her way. But this time it seemed possible. Daddy would never even let them near a boy, let alone allow them to fuck one. Sandy was dying to experience sex for herself, but she resigned herself to waiting till she was twenty-one.

The sisters cleaned the house and shopped for dinner, getting through all of it as fast as they could. Then they raced upstairs and dragged out the heavy illustrated book on sex. For the next four hours they sat on Sandy's bed and read. They had eye strain by the time they finished, but they'd completed the book. They had all the information they could possibly get about sex – yet somehow something was missing.

"I think you have to do it yourself to know what it's really, like," Sandy concluded.

"Really," Molly replied, "and that's why I'm gonna find myself a guy to do it with."

Sandy was going to tell her again how unrealistic that idea was, but at that moment Daddy arrived home, from work. Once discovered the forbidden book was carefully hidden under Sandy's bed, and the girls trooped downstairs to greet their dad. It wasn't until several hours later that they were able to get back to the book, reviewing some of the illustrations.

"These are just diagrams," Sandy sighed. "They don't really tell you what anything looks like."

That was for sure. The sterile black-and-white line drawing of a penis didn't look a thing like their memory of Daddy's enormous blue-veined prick. The book had served its purpose, but there was a lot more the girls needed to know, and it wouldn't be found in any book. Molly and Sandy were discussing their problem when they heard a car pull up in the driveway. Molly ran to the window and looked out.

"Hide the book," she said, "it's Daddy. And he's got Chris with him."

"Oh, far out!" Sandy cried.

Roy was home a little earlier than last night, and he came right upstairs to check on the girls. He and Chris couldn't get it on at her place, because of her roommates, so they had to come here. But Roy wasn't going to take a chance on his daughters being exposed to a love-making scene. He tapped lightly on their bedroom door, then opened it quietly and stuck his hands in. The room was dark, both girls in bed and breathing quietly.

Reassured that he and Chris would have privacy, he closed the door and went downstairs. Sandy and Molly counted to a hundred, then crept out of their beds and followed. They settled down on the stairs and watched as Roy mixed drinks for himself and Chris. Chris was looking even more beautiful tonight, the girls decided, in a cherry-red sleeveless dancing dress that was cut practically to her belly button. Both girls envied the young nurse's spectacularly large yet firm tits.

Chris sat down on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and put her feet up on the coffee table. The slit skirt of her dress slipped aside, revealing her nice long legs almost to her crotch. "Ow," she laughed, "I think I did too much dancing."

"Maybe this will help," Roy said, handing her a martini. "Sorry about the sore feet, but I hope you had a good time otherwise."

"I had a terrific time, Roy," Chris smiled. "I always have a great time with you."

Roy slid onto the couch beside her and moved up close. "I'm glad you feel that way, Chris," he said. "You know, I'm getting pretty damned fond of you."

He kissed her, a long sensuous tongue-kiss, and Molly and Sandy looked at each other excitedly. They really liked Chris, even though they'd never been introduced to her, and she seemed to make their dad very happy. She sounded like the ideal choice for his second wife and their stepmother. But they couldn't tell Daddy that, because then he'd know they'd been spying. That really put them in a bind, because they wanted him to know how much they liked Chris.

But there was nothing they could do about that problem right now. They could only sit there silently and watch – and that was a real turn-on. As Roy kissed Chris, his hand strayed down off her shoulder and cupped a big ripe tit, squeezing it through her clothes. Chris responded by sliding her hand over Roy's crotch and squeezing his swelling cock. When they finally came up for air, they were both flushed and hot-eyed.

"Roy, you brute," Chris teased, "you're wrinkling my dress."

Roy took the hint. "Gee, I wouldn't wanta do that," he answered. "Maybe we better take it off."

"Oh, Roy," Chris purred, "you're so thoughtful."

The dress was held up only by one little string, and Roy quickly untied it. Chris stood up, and the dress slithered to the floor. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her thrusting tits were capped with big light pink nipples, and they quivered slightly with her movements. All she had on now was a tiny pair of red lace bikini panties.