Chapter 3

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 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 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 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. She had thrown her arms around him, her lips fused to his. She darted her tongue into his mouth, whimpering as she rubbed her body against his.

Douglas couldn’t fight his desire any longer. He held her, felt her tremble in his arms. He sucked on her tongue, roamed her squirming body with his hands, exploring, sampling the silky flesh of her young body.

“Ooooh, Daddy,” Crissy gasped, pulling her mouth from his. “Touch me. Touch me.” She threw herself onto her back, pulled off her nightie and displayed the soft mounds of her ripe tits.

“Unnnn,” Douglas groaned, his jaw clenched, his eyes feasting hungrily on his daughter’s tits.

Crissy was trembling, waiting, praying her father would do what she wanted. She arched her back, jutting out her tits. “Touch me, Daddy. Please.”

Douglas brought one large hand to his child’s tits. The tip of her nipple burned into the palm of his hand as he spanned her flesh and began massaging the pliant meat of her tit. “Crissy,” he moaned. “We shouldn’t.”

“Ooooh, Daddy,” she pouted, writhing on her back. “I like it. Don’t stop.”

Douglas couldn’t stop. He no longer wanted to. He massaged both her tits, his prick straining in his pants to be free. “Sweet Crissy,” he moaned huskily.

“Ummmm, Daddy.” Her cunt was on fire. She rocked her hips gently, wallowing in the pleasure of her father’s massaging hands. “You’re making me so hot.”

She brought her hands to his and made him squeeze her tits with more urgency. “Are you hot, too, Daddy?” she purred.

“Yes, Crissy.” He kneaded her tits, his eyes devouring her body.

“Take off my panties,” she cooed. “Touch my pussy.”

Douglas’ head was reeling. He squirmed on the bed, brought his hands down to her wriggling hips and eased her panties down until the silky blonde hair of her virgin cunt came into view. He choked, his prick ready to burst in his pants. “Sweet Crissy.”

Crissy was breathing hard. She lifted her ass and sighed as her father whisked off her panties. Quickly, she spread her legs. “Touch my pussy, Daddy. I’m all wet.”

Douglas brought his hand to Crissy’s cunt, cupped her moist pussy-mound as she squirmed against his hand. Warm sticky cream soaked his palm.

“Unnnnn, Daddy.” She lay completely naked, legs spread, tits jiggling, hips rolling as her father fondled and caressed her virgin cunt. “Ooooh ... oooh ... aaaah!”

Douglas kneaded her tits and stroked her cunt. The sweet scent of her pussy invaded his head, making him dizzy. “Baby,” he rasped. “Sweet innocent baby.”

Crissy brought her hand to her father’s bulging crotch. She rubbed it, squeezed, then shuddered as his cock throbbed violently through his pants. “Let me see your cock, Daddy,” she whispered hotly. “I’ve never seen a cock before.”

Douglas was about to lose his mind. Hearing his daughter talk this way drove him crazy. “You take it out, Crissy,” he groaned.

“Mmmmm, Daddy.” Reluctantly, she squirmed away from his hands. “Lay back on the bed and I’ll take off your pants.”

Douglas dropped to the bed and stared at his naked daughter. He was tense, a raging fire in his balls spreading through his body. He gulped, leered, his gaze fixed on her tits as she quickly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.

Crissy was quivering. Without speaking, she pulled her father’s pants down. She sucked in her breath, her eyes widening as his cock seemed to leap up and stab the air. A soft gasp escaped her parted lips.

Eagerly, she shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles and gazed hotly at his towering prick. “It’s so big, Daddy,” she sighed breathlessly. “So big!”

“Hold it, Crissy,” Douglas groaned. He swallowed, moistening his mouth as his prick throbbed like a toothache. “Touch it like I touched you.”

“Oooh, I will,” she panted. “I wanna do everything with it.” She licked her lips and brought her small trembling hands to her father’s cock. Her fingers closed around his prick shaft. His cock twitched and throbbed.

Searing flashes shot up her arm. It felt hot in her hand, making her swoon.

“Ahhhh,” Douglas moaned, his hips jerking under his daughter’s stroking fingers.

Crissy saw a white drop of jizz seep from his piss-slit. “Is that your cum, Daddy?” she asked innocently.

“Yeah, baby,” he groaned. He was no longer thinking of her as his daughter. He was too hot. “My balls are filled with cum.”

“Mmmm,” Crissy sighed. She hefted his huge swollen ball-sac in her hand. “God, they’re heavy.” She squeezed them gently, enjoying the sound of her father’s groans.

“Nnnn, baby,” he rasped. The drop of cum became larger as more jizz seeped from his piss-slit. He jerked up, driving his prick through her fingers. His balls rumbled, swelling even larger as Crissy stroked his cockshaft and fondled his balls.

“Can I lick your cock, Daddy?”

Douglas twisted on his back. His daughter’s soft innocent voice rang in his head. “Yeah, baby. Kiss it. Do anything you want to it.”