Jerry Milner - Daddy_s little girls

"Hi," she said, kissing them both. "Great to see you both looking so good this morning, but I don't have any time for fun and games with you today. I've got a visitor coming, so you better run along and take care of your housework and things. I'll see you later on. He should be here pretty quick now."

Both the girls were disappointed, but they gracefully left Olive's house. Back at Lynette's, Lynette said, "We really should clean up the place and do some shopping. What if Daddy comes home and finds the house like this? Betty, you and Mark start cleaning up while I go to the store."

Lynette kissed her cousin. Mark's pouting expression disappeared when his sister called him over and had him kiss his cousin and make up. He had his hand under Betty's tank top, and she was unbuttoning the fly of his trunks when Lynette went out the back door with the shopping list.

She ducked through the hedge and entered Olive's back door. She tiptoed through the house and found her neighbor at her dressing table, clad in a sheer, black negligee and painting her fingernails red while she hummed a happy tune. Olive gave quite a start when Lynette spoke from the bedroom doorway.

"It's your boy friend that's coming to see you isn't it?"

"Sneak up on me like that again and I'll snatch you bald-headed!"

Lynette rushed to her side, kneeled, and took her hand. "You said you'd let me do it with your boyfriend if I was good, and I've been good as can be. I brought you Betty to have some fun with, just like you told me to. And I'll do more, I'll do anything you say, if you just let me do it with a real, grown man like your boyfriend is."

Olive grinned and said, "I think he's too much of a man for you. It could hurt you."

"You said he's talked about fucking me. And he'll know how to do it so it won't hurt too awful much. Please, Olive! Oh, please! I'll get any boy or girl in school for you if you'll just introduce me to your boyfriend!"

Olive said, "I won't introduce you. But I'll let you hide in the closet like Russ did while my boyfriend is here. If you want to come out and try to join us, that's fine. If not, just stay there and keep your mouth shut."

Lynette thought it was a super plan. She kissed Olive in her gratitude, and she was tongue-tickling her clitoris when they both heard the back door slam. Quick as a flash, Lynette was in the closet and taking off her clothes, she was absolutely certain that nothing Olive's boyfriend could say or do would change her mind about wanting to be fucked by a real, grown man.

The moment she saw him she changed her mind, because, after all, he was her father.

Howard scooped Olive up in his arms and swung her about the room while both of them laughed and kissed. They still laughed and kissed when they'd flopped down on the bed. Lynette watched in horror. When Howard sat up to unbutton his shirt, Olive said, "You're not wasting any time. You couldn't be a bit horny, could you?"

"I was born horny and I'll die horny. And it sure didn't help to be up there on the farm watching all those animals fuck all the time."

"Your wife didn't notice the animals fucking?" Howard tossed his shirt aside and said, "She was too busy bottle-feeding a couple of baby goats." He kicked off his shoes and socks and said, "She could be in the middle of a whorehouse on a Saturday night and not notice what was going on. How about you, Olive? You been horny since I been gone?"

Olive shrugged and smiled at the closet door. "You know me. I don't miss out. I broke in our paper boy, and while I was at it I gave a couple of girls a few sex education lessons."

Howard stopped and sighed in the middle of taking off his trousers. "This thing you have for girls makes me wonder about you. But as long as it's not my kid, you're welcome to it." He shucked off his pants and shorts, revealing a cock whose girth was as big as Lynette's wrist and whose length extended it halfway down his thigh. "How about Lynette? Have she and Betty been keeping out of trouble? And have you gotten your hot hands on Mark yet?"

Olive peeled back her negligee and Howard immediately closed his hands over her tits. She smiled and made a face at him, while a few feet away, Lynette chewed on her lip and rubbed at her pussy that had been all wet and itching since before she had entered the closet. Olive had been right in sending her out of the room. How could she possibly fuck her father? Even though she loved him, yearned for him more than for any other man in the world, it just wasn't right. And of course it was quite impossible – him with a cock like a bull's and her with a cunt like a chicken's. But it was the very size of his cock that enticed her. As she breathlessly watched her father play with Olive's tits while Olive fondled him, his cock grew larger with his every pulse beat, and Lynette's eyes grew wider, too.

His cock seemed to grow increasingly longer, slowly standing up at a steeper and steeper angle. Lynette clutched at her stomach, feeling queasy dizzy, and still staring hard at the big, thick shaft of her father's cock with its big, bulbous knob gleaming red. Soon his cock was all she could see. The room narrowed down as if she was viewing it through a telescope. Her cunt seemed, on fire with itching as she slowly pushed open the door.

"Hello, Daddy. Can I play, too?"

"What the hell!" Howard flushed red with rage and embarrassment, snatched up his pants and covered his cock. He stammered out a scolding at Olive, who sat back laughing, and it was Olive's cool handling of him that prompted Lynette to come forward from out of the closet.

"I asked if I could play," she said, with her best smile, tugging at his hastily draped trousers.

"I'll take a paddle to you!" said her father. He raised his hand as if to strike her.

Lynette coolly stood her ground. She'd take a paddling if it meant getting closer to his cock. She stood her ground and pouted prettily at him. "I just want to play. After all," she said, as she ran her hands down over her slender, naked body, "What's the difference if we play with each other naked?"

"You know very well what the difference is," he sternly said. But she knew very well that she had him, though, by the way he was watching he fondle her sweet tits.

"You put on your clothes and march right home, and I'll attend to you later, lady," he ordered.

Lynette pouted some more. She pushed one of her hands down between her legs to toy for an eye-widening moment with her cunt, and then raised a wet, perfumed finger before her father's nose. She beckoned him with it, and his nostrils twitched as she said, "We could go play in Olive's living room."

Howard glared at Olive. Lynette made a grab for his pants, and he held onto them tighter. "Did you put her up to this, Olive?" he asked. "Was she one of those girls you seduced?"

"Does that really matter now?" Olive said with a smile.

Her father's continuing glare made Lynette change her tactics. She moved closer to Olive and slipped her hand around the woman's bare waist. She licked and tickled the corner of Olive's mouth, and said, "I'm hungry for your hot pussy, Olive." She looked down at her father's draped pants and said, "If I can't have something else to suck on, I'd sure like to suck on your cunt."

Howard dropped his pants and sat down on the edge of the bed. "My God! My own daughter – a lesbian!"

Olive winked at Lynette, and they sat down on each side of him. While Lynette ran her hot, quaking hands over his muscular back and chest, Olive said, "Lynette could be a lesbian if you don't watch out. I don't know how it started, but we did get it on together. And she really likes pussy, Howard. She might always like it if she doesn't get a taste of cock."

Howard sat there shaking his head. Lynette sat close beside him, quaking with hottest anticipation and feeling the heat radiating out of his deflating cock. Though his cock had drooped down over his thigh, his cock gave off a heat and a scent that she couldn't resist. Before he could speak once again, she had his cock's hot length in her hand. She felt close to swooning with happiness.