Nick Eastwood: Daughter gets horny

"I'm a woman now, Daddy," Molly informed him. "You can't go treating me like a baby. I get horny, you know."

"Molly, you just watch your mouth," Roy said weakly, his eyes focused on her naked tits.

Molly saw where he was looking, and she quickly took advantage of the situation. She grabbed his hands and set them on her tits, squeezing and molding. Roy almost shot his load. His rigid cock was still sucking obscenely out of his pants, standing straight up and drooling thick hot cream. Molly left his hands on her tits and reached down to fist his cock again. She began to pump, and Roy groaned.

"Let's just give each other a little fun, Daddy," she said softly, "and then I'll go right to bed, I promise."

Roy didn't answer, and watching from the stairs, Sandy realized he was beaten. That glassy look in his eyes told her that Molly had won. Roy was just too horny to quit now. He had to come or go crazy with frustration. While Molly pumped his cock in both her hot fists, he squeezed and molded her tits. Sandy felt like applauding for her nut of a kid sister, but that wouldn't have been a very smart idea just then.

Molly gurgled with excitement as her dad's big hot hands massaged and molded her sensitive tits. At last, it was happening, she was really getting it on with a man – and it was even more exciting than she'd imagined. She loved pumping Daddy's cock. It was so smooth and hot and nice to touch. It really thrilled her to know that she was going to make her father come.

But she also wanted him to make her come, too. Now that she'd gotten him to touch her tits, maybe she could get him to go one step farther. Quickly she took one hand off his cock and unzipped the fly of her jeans. She grabbed one of Roy's big paws and stuck it down inside her panties. He groaned lustily as he touched the soft warm fur and the juicy hot flesh of her pussy.

"Make me come, Daddy," Molly pleaded, her eyes hot with need. "Let's get each other off. I need it real bad."

Again Roy didn't reply – but he didn't take his hand away, either. After all, the kid was jacking him off, and it was only fair that he return the favor. And he couldn't deny that the feel of her hot wet slit was driving him crazy with excitement. She let go of his hand, and he felt around till he found the pulsating bud of her clit. He began to rub it with a stiff finger, and Molly moaned delightedly and soaked his finger with a burst of molten cream.

"Oooooo, yeah, Daddy, that feels great," she squealed.

Sandy felt a sudden twinge of jealousy. At first she'd just been amused at what Molly was trying to do, then admiring as the kid actually began to get someplace with Daddy. But now she was wishing she was in Molly's place. She wanted so much to touch and explore a cock, and she would have given anything to have Daddy's stiff finger rubbing her clit. But Molly was having all the fun.

"Ohhhhh, Daddy, I just love that," Molly gurgled.

I'll bet you do, Sandy thought gloomily. Not for the first time did she wish she had her younger sister's nerve. Sandy was the one with the good grades, the perfect lady, and Daddy was always on Molly's case to be more like her older sister. But when it came to mischief and adventures and having fun, Molly was always out in front. Sandy could have kicked herself for not being the first to come on to Daddy.

Well, it was too late now. All she could do was spy from the shadows and try to ignore the hot horny ache in her pussy. Molly's two fists were zipping up and down the fat shaft of Roy's cock, and his finger was sawing busily between her legs. Both of them were red-faced and panting, and it was obvious that they were both about to come. Sandy wanted to shove her hand down inside her jeans and get herself off, but it was just too risky.

"Darn it all," she moaned softly.

"Oooooo, Daddy, I'm gonna come," Molly was whimpering.

"Me, too, honey," Roy cried hoarsely. "Just keep doing that to me, don't stop."

He knew it was insane of him to be doing this with his own daughter, but it was too late to turn back now. Both of them were too achingly horny to quit. Maybe after they got off, they could think clearly. Maybe then he could explain to her why incest was wrong. But right now all that mattered was getting off. His balls felt ready to explode, and the searing heat of Molly's pussy told him that she was also right on the brink of coming.

"Unnnhhhhh, Daddy, here it comes," she gasped, "ohhhhhh, shit, oohhhhhhh!"

Roy was about to scold her for saying "shit", when he realized how ridiculous that would be under the circumstances. The next thing he knew, he was coming.

"Awwwwwww, Jesus, aaagghhh!" he roared.

Dizzily Molly watched the thick white wads of jizz shooting from his prick. She was fascinated, and so was Sandy, who watched intently from the stairs. Molly had succeeded in getting it on with Daddy, all right, but she still hadn't achieved the final goal. She hadn't gotten him to fuck her yet. Sandy wondered if even Molly could get that far. And she was about to find out.

Roy shivered with the last spasm of climax, then came back to reality. There he was with his hand inside his daughter's panties, stroking her pussy, while she had both fists around his cock, her fingers soaked with his splattering jizz. Roy turned red right down to his shoes.

"All right, Molly," he said awkwardly, "that's it, off to bed. You promised."

"I lied," she grinned.

"What?" Roy sputtered.

"Aw, come on, Daddy," she pleaded, "I'm having so much fun, and I don't have to get up and go to school tomorrow or anything. Let me play with your cock just a little longer, please."

"No way," Roy said firmly. "I should never have let things go this far. Molly, you've got to understand how wrong it is for a father and daughter to have sex. We can't ever do this again."

There he went again with that silly adult morality stuff. Molly stifled a yawn. He could lecture her all night, and she still wouldn't change her mind. Obviously what they'd just done was terrific fun for bath of them, and it hadn't hurt anybody else, so what was wrong with it? The word "incest" didn't mean a damned thing to her. She looked at her father impatiently.

"It's against the law in just about every culture," he was saying, "and if I got caught that'd be the end of my career."

And so on, and so on. Molly tuned him out. Instead she focused on his gorgeous big cock, which was lying blue-veined and semi-hard on his thigh. She ached to play with it again. She remembered some of the exciting things she'd seen Chris do with Daddy's cock, and she wanted urgently to try them herself. But Daddy was really on a morality kick right now. How would he react if she suddenly went down on him?

Sandy watched intently from the stairs, wondering what Molly's next move would be. It was all pretty comical to watch. There was Daddy raving and ranting away about incest and morals and things like that, and Molly's eyes were glazed over with boredom. It was obvious that she wasn't paying any attention. Instead she glanced down at his huge prick, and her expression lit up again.

Sandy could just about guess what she was thinking. They'd both spied on Chris and Daddy, and they'd never forget seeing the lovely young nurse licking and sucking his cock. That had to be on Molly's mind right now as she eyed his meat and licked her lips. She started to reach for his cock, then hesitated. Daddy went on and on with his stern lecture. Finally Molly must have decided that she had nothing to lose.

"So you see, honey," Roy was saying, "we mustn't ever do this again, and – Molly… What in hell?"

Obviously his lecture hadn't made much impression on the teenager. He looked down and saw her circling her fingers around the fat hairy base of his cock. She began to pump his meat eagerly, and that left him speechless. Then she dipped her head down low, and he felt her hot moist breath fanning the sensitive head of his prick.