Family sex 2

Crissy lay quietly in bed, the curtains on the window parted, the moon
lighting the room in erotic shadows. Her legs were spread, the sheet
kicked off her slim body.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, rubbing her hands over her nightie, squeezing her
tits through the thin sexy material. “Whatta day.”

She slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms, stroking her pussy while
thinking of her sister’s mouth sucking frantically at her cunt. “Ooooh,
God.”

It had been a fantastic day of sex with her sister. They had made it
together in every room in the house after their father had gone out.

Crissy squeezed her thighs together. Warm pussy-cream oozed from her
fuckhole, coating her fingers as she wondered if she should go into
Tammy’s room and wake her up. She decided not to. Tomorrow would be
another day and their father would be gone again.

Douglas tiptoed down the hall, and he peeked into Crissy’s room. His
gut churned as he watched his youngest teenaged daughter play with
herself. In seconds, his prick was throbbing, aching painfully in the
tight confines of his pants. He found that his breathing was raspy,
shallow. He fought his lust and hunger for his young daughter, but
couldn’t tear himself away from the door. He had to watch.

Crissy squirmed on the bed, her hand caressing the velvety folds of her
sizzling pussy. Her eyes widened and she glimpsed the shadow of her
father in the hall. A gasp caught in her throat, and her first thought
was to cover herself up and feign sleep.

Instead, a hot smile spread over her full mouth. This was her chance.
If he was looking, maybe she could turn him on. Her innocent mind never
conceived anything else happening.

“Ooooh,” she murmured softly, massaging her small plump tits through
her nightie. “I’m so hot.” She spread her legs again and glided one
hand up through her seeping pussy. “Mmmmm.”

Douglas almost choked. The palms of his hands were sweaty and his mouth
was dry. He couldn’t stand it. All day the image of his two naked
daughters had haunted him, kept his head reeling.

He coughed loud enough for Crissy to hear, waited a few seconds, then
opened the door.

Crissy’s breath caught in her throat. She pretended to be surprised and
quickly brought her hand out from her panties. “Is that you, Daddy?”
she whispered.

“Yes, Crissy,” Douglas said hoarsely. “Just checking to see if you were
asleep.” He started to go, the ache in his groin keeping him from
leaving his daughter’s bedroom.

“Sit with me for a minute, Daddy,” Crissy sighed. “Please.”

Douglas sat on the edge of the bed. His gut was churning as he leered
at his daughter’s small tits pressing against the top of her frilly
nightie. He could see the outline of her swollen nipples and the sight
sent a hot jolt of lust through his cum-crammed balls.

Crissy squirmed on her back and stretched. Her nightie slipped up,
baring her soft belly. Her bikini bottoms hugged her slim hips, leaving
an erotic display of creamy virgin flesh displayed for her father’s
pleasure.

Douglas stared, his gaze roaming anxiously over Crissy’s lithe body. He
stared at her crotch, where only a few minutes ago the child’s hand had
been playing. His breath came out as if someone had kicked him in the
stomach.

“I can’t sleep, Daddy,” she whispered hotly. “I feel all funny inside.”
She squirmed, shivering under her father’s leering glances.

She wriggled her hips, parted her legs and inched her nightie up
higher, exposing her rib cage. “Will you rub my belly for me? Maybe
it’ll help me to relax.”

Douglas groaned as he brought his hand to the silky flesh of his
daughter’s stomach and began caressing her. Touching her sent a tremor
caroming through his balls, and it took all of his willpower to keep
from ripping her nightie off and raping her virgin body.

“Mmmmm. It feels good, Daddy,” she sighed. She rested her hand on his
thigh and felt him stiffen. Hot spasms ripped through her pussy. She
placed her other hand on his as he moved his hand in wider bolder
strokes. “Nnnnn, I like it, Daddy.”

As if he were hypnotized, Douglas watched his hand, covered with hers,
skim her sizzling smooth flesh. “Maybe I should let you get some
sleep.” His voice was ragged, coated with desire for his virgin child.

“Oh, no, Daddy,” she pouted. “Stay with me.” She moved her hand slowly
up his thigh, her fingers an inch away from the bulging hard-on in his
pants.

“Rub me ’til I fall asleep.” She inched his hand under her nightie,
causing his fingers to almost touch her small sensitive tits. A soft
sigh escaped her lips.

Douglas fought the urge to span the flesh of his daughter’s tits. He
choked back a groan and eased his hand out from under her nightie.

“Oooh, Daddy.” She licked her lips and sat up, making sure her hand
rubbed over the bulge in his pants. Touching him made her dizzy. “Give
me a kiss goodnight and you can go.”

Douglas leaned forward, expecting to give her a peck on the cheek.
Instead, he found her quickly in his arms, her soft urgent lips parted,
then quickly pressed against his own.

Crissy was out of her mind.