Chapter 6

Vicki saw starbursts when she came on Steven's drilling tongue, and the fucking of his tongue made her horny for the fucking of his cock.

"God, Steven!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

When the old man heard that, he didn't give a shit if she snitched or not.

He tore his pants open and got his huge, stiff cock out. He gripped her squirming young hips and yanked her down onto her back.

When her head hit the seat, she squealed.

Steven gripped his swollen, wet cock in a fist and crammed it into her hot, horny cunt. He tongue-fucked her gaping, gasping mouth, mauled her hot tits, and fucked every inch of his big cock in and out of her tight, sucking pussy.

Vicki wrenched her horny mouth from his and gasped.

"Suck my tits! They're so fucking hot!"

Like Brad, he realized that inside the cool and snooty Vicki was a fucking little slut, so he treated her like one. She sure wasn't the sweet little virgin he had thought she was.

So he sucked the life out of her thrusting, twisting tits, and fucked her roughly. Forgetting who he was and who she was, he plunged his stiff cock into her swampy cunt again and again.

Vicki shrieked: "I'm cumming!"

And she did!

Her horny pussy creamed something fierce and got wild on his fucking cock. He tamed her cunt by fucking it into submission.

And then her soaked, sucky cunt creamed on his prick.

He groaned and shuddered, and his cock gushed cum until it was as soft and mushy as her pussy.

Vicki shivered and shuddered all the while.

"Oh, ohhh!" she moaned when he pumped cum up her pussy. "Steven ... you fucking beast! My pussy's on fire! Ummmm! How you fuck a girlllll!"

When her cunt and his cock stopped slurping together, she lay back.

"Riding to school with you will be a lot more fun now!" she exclaimed.

And it was, day in and day out.

In no time at all, Vicki established a juicy fuck-schedule for herself. Fuck Steven in the morning before school, then again after school on the way home. Change her clothes - like a good little girl - and go down to the stables and ride Ernie's big cock.

Suck Tommy's cock for him so he could sleep, then crawl into Brad's bed and suck and fuck his huge cock. Fall asleep with Dora's loving tongue up her cunt.

And then start all over again the next day!

And then her weekends got kind of special, too...

One Saturday morning, she just hung around the house after breakfast with Tommy, Brad, her mother and her father. She looked pretty in a miniskirt and a soft, clingy sweater that hugged her proud, jutting tits.

Tommy went to play doctor with a young girl who had arrived for a visit. Brad took Andrea sailing. Vicki's father went into his study to watch senate hearings on TV. Her mother, Sylvia, as efficient as ever, had duties to perform, like preparing the weekly instructions to Dora, the cook, and the kitchen help.

Vicki sauntered into the study and Roger, her father, looked up at her. He set his pipe down and smiled at her.

"Eighteen looks good on you, Vicki," he said, admiring the thrust of her tits - in a fatherly way.

"Thank you, Dad," Vicki cooed, and she smiled prettily for him.

She liked her mother, but she loved her father. He was kind, gentle and generous, even though she'd heard that he was a cold, hard businessman not to be crossed.

Vicki didn't care about all that. At least he was good to her and even called her Vicki, whereas her tight-upped mother still called her Victoria.

Vicki always felt that her father was good looking, but now that she'd been fucked, he looked downright sexy! He was so distinguished looking, with graying hair on the sides and sparkling eyes - like Steven's - and very strong hands. He used to toss her up into the air and catch her, squealing.

"Can I sit on your lap?" she asked him.

"May I," he corrected her.

"May I?" she laughed.

"Of course," he said and welcomed her onto his lap. "It's been some time since you have."

"I thought I outgrew it," she told him.

Actually, her mother had told her to stop sitting on his lap when she turned thirteen. When Vicki had asked why, her mother told her to ask her sex education tutor.

So she did, and the crusty old bitch had told her that even fathers could be aroused by nubile daughters.

When she was thirteen and her tits were already "hard oranges," as Steven called them, she didn't want to be guilty of arousing her own father.

But she was eighteen now - and horny.

And curious. Could she really arouse her father? And if she did, what would happen?

Well, for one thing, he seemed to become friendlier than ever. He gave her slim waist a little squeeze and took a closer look at her sexy tits.

For another thing, she thought she felt something stir under her thigh.

Now that was exciting!

Roger gazed at her tits close-up, they rose and fell nicely for him.

"I hope you're entering your school's beauty pageant this year," he remarked.

She already had but, playing coy, she said: "Oh, Dad, I can't compete with all those beauties!"

He looked shocked. "What do you think you are? You've grown up to be a gorgeous young woman!"

"Oh, you're just saying that because you're my dad," she cooed sweetly.

"No, I'm not," he insisted, eyeing her legs and tits. "You must have perfect measurements."

Vicki peered down at her tits for a moment. Then she suddenly cupped them in her hands.

"You don't think I'm too small here?"

"God, no, Vicki! How can you think that? You young girls have such crazy ideas about yourselves. Always fussing over nothing. Take it from me, Vicki, your ... uhhh ... breasts are beautiful!"

Looking at and talking about his daughter's luscious young tits made Roger's cock grow more than he wanted it to or meant it to. Yet Vicki didn't seem to notice or mind, as far as he could tell. It got awfully hot in his crotch.

To keep his eyes and his mind on her tits, Vicki said: "I wonder what my measurements are? Do you have a tape measure?"

"Uhhh, yes, somewhere," Roger murmured.

"Maybe you could measure me," she suggested. "But I really should be naked to get a proper reading."

She was about to suggest the solution to that little problem when her mother walked in.

"Victoria," the woman said as coolly as ever, "get off your father's lap. That is inappropriate behavior, and you know it."

Vicki stood beside her father's chair and locked gazes with her mother.

"We were just talking," she said.

Sylvia's eyes dropped to Vicki's tits. She peered at the little bumps her nipples made.

"Are you braless, young lady?"

"Of course not," Vicki lied. "You know how flimsy these new bras are." Then, for the first time in her life, she turned the tables on her mother. "You shouldn't be looking there, Mother. It's embarrassing."

Sylvia's eyes simmered with anger, but she set her jaw, turned on her heels, and left the room to hide her flushed face.

Roger was tickled. "You got her that time," he chuckled. "Good girl."

But Vicki had only one thing on her mind. "I'll go up to my room," she whispered. "See if you can find that tape measure."

She moved away before he could object or hedge or decline.

A panic seized him by the balls. This was Vicki, his own daughter!

He leaped out of his chair and ran after her to get out of this crazy position.

But Vicki was climbing the stairs, higher and higher, and he looked up tinder her brief little skirt.

Sensing him there, Vicki paused with one foot higher than the other, and Roger saw her naked pussy.

Vicki smiled at him - with her eyes, too - and went to her room.

She didn't have long to wait.

She turned at her bed, and he came in and automatically shut the door.

"Vicki. This is crazy," he rasped.

"I don't think it's crazy for a loving father to see his beautiful daughter," she said softly. "If you really mean it when you say I'm beautiful."

"You are!" Roger rasped. "That's not the trouble. I don't feel like your father right now."

"I don't feel like your daughter, either," she said, smiling cutely.

He looked pained. "But ... aren't you afraid of what might ... happen?"

"Oh, Dad," she sighed, "I want it to happen. I love you!"

"Jesus!" he groaned.

And Vicki knew then where Brad got that exclamation from. Like father, like son. Now all Vicki needed to know was, was it also like son, like father?

To find out, she moved to him and sank to her knees in front of the bulge in his pants.

She dared stroke his cock-bulge with the tips of her fingers.

"I'm not like my sisters, Dad. I'm me. I'm not an innocent little virgin. I'm hot for you."

"Jesus H. 'Christ!" he groaned as his cock throbbed for her. "This must come from your mother's side of the family."

While he pondered that, Vicki unzipped his fly, stuck her hand inside, and worked his big cock out of his pants.

Until that moment, she'd thought she had already seen the biggest and best in cocks, but her father's immense fucker amazed her and took her breath away.

She loved the feel of his prick throbbing in her hot little hand. "Oh, Dad, you don't know how much I've wanted to see this! This is the cock that created three girls and two boys!"

And a few bastards besides, he thought hotly. But that was his well-kept secret, even though it cost him thousands of dollars each month to support them and their foolish mothers.

No one knew what a cunt-hound Roger Lansing really was, or how fucking horny he could get. Not even his wife. She was so frigid in bed that he never had the chance to show her what a lover he really was.

Once Sylvia fulfilled her duty as a mother, she didn't want to fuck anymore. To her mind, fucking was only for baby-making and creating heirs - never pleasure.

So Roger's young daughter was a total surprise to him, and an unexpected pleasure!

"Vicki," he groaned.

"Don't stop me," she breathed.

"I'm not going to stop you," he explained in a tremulous voice. "I want to see you naked."

"Ohhh!" Vicki moaned as she got to her feet, her eyes sparkling. "Get naked with me!"

So, face to face and unashamed, they took their clothes off.

Vicki stepped out of her sandals. She crossed her arms in front of her, clutched her sweater in both hands, and peeled it off like a second skin. When her arms were up over her head, her naked young tits reached for the ceiling.

She tossed her sweater aside and unzipped her little skirt. It slumped on her belly a second, then slithered to her feet. She stepped out of that, too, and Roger watched her furry young pussy come into view as she did. He tore the rest of his clothes off.

"Oh, Dad!" she rasped when she saw his perfectly tanned body and giant cock. "You're gorgeous!"

"You're beautiful," he said hotly, staring.

Then they had beautiful, gorgeous sex.

It was a little violent at first, because they were both so fucking horny. They didn't know their intense heat was caused by years of secret father-daughter longings and fantasies. They just let the fuck-lust sweep them up and carry them away.

Vicki fell across her bed with her legs dangling over the side. She spread her thighs and cupped her tits.

"Dad ... fuck me ... "

Roger stared hotly at her delicious young cunt. His cock throbbed in his fist. His hardon was bigger than he'd seen it in years.

"Vicki," he rasped, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you. My cock's so damned big!"

"Ohhh, Dad!" she gasped. "That's why I want it! Fuck me!"