Nick Eastwood: Daughter gets horny

"M-Molly, what are you doing?" he croaked.

"Just learning, Daddy," she said, sounding as innocent as possible.

Sandy smothered a giggle. That devil Molly was at it again, just blowing Daddy's mind. She sounded so innocent, but there were some really naughty thoughts churning in her mind, Sandy was sure of that. Molly held Daddy's cock up and bent low over it, till her lips were almost touching the swollen purple head. Daddy looked shocked and stunned, his face reddening as her hot breath tickled his meat. Then Molly snaked her tongue out fast, lashing it all over the head of his dick. Roy gave a violent shuddered and gasped.

"Honey, no," he moaned.

Of course Molly paid not attention to his protest. She had a good grip on his cock, and he couldn't get away. She knelt there and worked her greedy tongue all over the big purple knob of his cock head, leaving it glistening with her hot spit. She found it terrifically exciting to be licking a hard hot cock and making a grown man moan and shiver – especially when that man was her own handsome dad.

"Damn it, Molly, let go," Roy cried hoarsely.

It was a helluva fix, being practically raped by his own kid. The guys at the station would never believe him if he tried to explain it. He could say he was just innocently watching TV when his sixteen-year-old sex fiend of a daughter threw herself at him, jacked him off, and then gave him head. Not too many people were going to believe that.

In fact he was having trouble believing it himself. But Molly's tongue was real enough. It was hot and velvety and wet on his sensitive cock head, and it was swirling around and around the fleshy knob, making him shiver with excitement. His big semi-hard prick responded with a life of its own, as it mushroomed under Molly's lapping tongue, pushing its way to her lips.

"Oooooo, it's growing," she squealed.

No shit, Roy thought dizzily. You can't expect to tongue a guy's cock and not get a reaction, especially when the guy has been horny all day. He'd known he wasn't going to see Chris tonight. He'd told her, regretfully, that he really ought to spend an evening at home with his kids for a change. She understood, and she'd been perfectly gracious about it. And Roy had instantly regretted his decision.

All day he'd been thinking about the exciting love-making he'd had with this new woman in his life, and he'd been wishing Chris would be there when he got home, hot and loving and juicy-cunted. He'd been practically squirming in his chair all evening as he watched TV with the girls, wishing Chris was in his bed waiting for him. So when Molly came on to him, it hadn't taken much to get him hotly aroused. Now, with her juicy-hot tongue tickling his prick head, he was in danger of losing his self-control again.

"Okay, honey," he said weakly, "you've had your fun. Now it's time for bed – and that's an order."

Molly didn't even bother to say no. She just went right on swirling her hot tongue around and around the head of his cock. This confused Roy, because she'd never disobeyed him before. Maybe, even as innocent as she was, she realized that his cock was the boss tonight. She might have guessed that no matter what he said, his prick would demand satisfaction.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," she sighed.

Juice was beginning to ooze from his piss hole, and as the first droplet touched her tongue, Molly knew she was going to love giving head. She really got off on the strong salty taste of his cream, and she lapped it up as fast as she could get it. She actually found herself drooling all over the head of his cock. Daddy must have enjoyed her licking, too, because he was shivering and moaning softly as she gobbled his cream.

"Molly, Goddamnit," he groaned, "You gotta stop. You gotta do it for both of us, honey."

Again she ignored him. She knew she had him now. He just couldn't resist the pleasure she was giving him. The need to come was overwhelming his conscience. He slumped back against the couch, and Molly grabbed the chance to pull his pants and shorts off all the way. Then she tugged off his t-shirt and revealed his massive hairy chest. She ran her fingers through the coarse hairs, then dropped back into a crouching position, her head poised over his stiff-standing cock.

"Ahhhhhh, Christ," Roy moaned as her hot tongue darted out to tease his cock head.

It was insane, it was scandalous, but he just couldn't get it together to stop her. His lust was too, powerful. And he wasn't exactly forcing her into this, either. He could feel her drooling onto his cock head as she awaited each thick glob of cream. As the juice bubbled from his piss hole, she speared it up with the tip of her tongue and gobbled it.

No, he wasn't forcing her. She'd been the aggressor all the way. So why not just lie back and enjoy? It wasn't every middle-aged man who had a horny teenager come on to him. He ogled her quivering tits as she crouched there, and he watched her wet pink tongue playing all over the gleaming head of his cock. She was pumping the base of his prick, too, adding to his excitement. Roy gave in completely, relaxing, shivering with pleasure. He'd let her get him off this way – and then it was absolutely the end of this kinky little episode, he vowed.

Molly sensed his submission and realized she could take her time now and do whatever she wanted. She began to gobble her way down his long stiff shaft, lapping up the thick rivers of cream that dribbled from his piss hole. She made sure to lick and taste and stimulate every inch of his prick, from the swollen purple head right down to the thick hairy base. But she didn't stop there.

"Ahhhhh, Christ, yeah," Roy gasped, "lick my balls, honey."

Watching from the stairs, Sandy creamed right through her jeans. She was seething with envy by now, dying to be in her kid sister's place. Of course Molly deserved all the fun she was having. It had taken real nerve and skill to get Daddy to go this far. But that didn't keep Sandy from feeling envious and horny. She ached to try a taste of their father's juicing prick, to lick him all over like Molly was doing.

"Mmmmmmm, uuummmmmmm," Molly moaned.

The saucy girl was lathering Daddy's balls with her hot spit, not missing an inch of the fur-thatched bags. When she'd completed that job, she started tonguing her way upward again, slowly and sensuously coating his meat with hot saliva. Roy was watching her with lust-glazed eyes, completely submissive now. Thick globs of cream bubbled from his piss hole, and she caught them as they dribbled down his shaft, spearing them up with the pointed tip of her tongue.

Then she did the most exciting thing of all. Sandy almost moaned with envy and longing as her kid sister opened her lips wide and slid them down around Daddy's thick boner. She took in too much of his massive cock and choked. Then she drew back a little and got it right. About half of that giant prick was all her mouth could hold.

"Ohhhhhh, baby," Roy breathed, "suck it, honey, suck Daddy off."

Those were just the words Molly wanted to hear. They were her ticket to complete success. Obediently she drew in her cheeks and began to suck, just the way she'd seen Chris do, and Roy responded with grateful moans. He thought he had it made now. He thought he could just lie back and let her suck him off, and that would be it. But he had another think coming.

"Ahhhhhh, yeah, honey, that's terrific," he moaned, his eyes closing as he blotted out everything but the hot excitement she was giving him.

Molly found she really got off on sucking his cock. Her mouth was crammed with the throbbing meat, and his delicious cream was falling onto her tongue, where she could savor it before swallowing. She loved knowing she could drive him to a fever pitch of excitement just by using her mouth and tongue. All that was a lot of fun. But it was, secondary to her real goal, which was to lose her cherry.