Gradually, as her father's tongue tired, Vicki began to slide from the mountaintop of her first climax. She was not concerned. Vicki knew the fun was just beginning – and she wasn't just thinking about tonight.
When her father's tongue was top sore to move, Vicki finally pulled her crotch away from Burt's face and stepped off the toilet. Quick as a cat, she was kneeling between her father's legs.
"I came in your mouth," she said. "Now it's your turn to come in mine, Daddy."
She had her father's hard-on in her hand. His cockhead throbbed less than an inch from her twitching lips.
"Has Mom ever deep-throated you, Daddy?" Vicki asked. "Sucked your prick all the way down to your balls?"
Burt shook his head. Vicki's mother had never sucked more than a few inches of his cock. And he had never come in her mouth.
"I've got kind of a reputation around school for giving head," Vicki confessed to her excited father. "But this is the biggest cock I've never eaten. Hope I can live up to my press clippings."
Then she stopped talking and started sucking. When the head of Burt's prick passed between his daughter's soft lips, he knew he was in for an extraordinary experience.
"Oh, baby, swallow, suck it on down," Burt urged. "I don't want just a blow-job. I want to fuck your mouth, baby. Really fuck it."
"You better," Vicki said with a mouthful of cockhead, then gulped down several inches of the shaft of her father's thick long cock.
"All the way," Burt groaned. "Eat my whole prick. I want to feel your lips kissing my balls while…"
"Here it comes!" Burt grunted.
His balls twisted in their sac. It was as if a faucet had just been turned on in his, crotch. Hot jism spurted through the pipe of his cock and gushed down his thirsty daughter's throat.
"Suck it up!" Burt encouraged his daughter to swallow his surging cum. "Drink it all down!"
Vicki gulped and gurgled. Now her father's jizz was coating her belly. His cum was so sweet, yet so sharp. The runny teenage spunk Vicki was used to seemed like dishwater in comparison.
Vicki couldn't get enough of her father's cum. She kept sucking and sucking, even after his cock slacked off. If there was a drop of fizz remaining in his balls, she would transfer it to her belly.
Finally, Burt had to call her off. His prick was drained for now. And if Vicki didn't stop doing a number on his cock, he might get too tired to keep it hard.
There was no way Burt was going to allow his hard-on to desert him now. For he was on the brink of fulfilling his deepest fantasy.
"Okay, that's enough sucking for now," he told his daughter, pushing Vicki's face from his crotch. "I'm not leaving this room until I fuck your cunt."
"Oh, Daddy, those are the sweetest words I've ever heard," Vicki bubbled, as Burt's cock left her mouth. "Like ten Christmas mornings and a dozen birthdays all wrapped into one. Daddy, you've just made me the happiest girl in the world."
She stood up, drawing herself to her full height. She was a slim, tall girl, towering over her stocky father as he sat on the toilet.
Vicki had still been wearing her sweater during the cunt-sucking and mouth-fucking. Now, slowly, she drew it up her lanky torso.
Her braless tits popped into view and made her father drool. Vicki's tits weren't large, but they were perfect.
The nipples were like ripe strawberries. So red. So firm.
Vicki's body, though lean and hard, had enough curves to predict what a stunningly beautiful woman she would one day become. Right now, however, at the peak of her adolescence, she was a teenage dream.
Firm muscles ripped down her belly, converging in the triangle of her sleek thighs. There was her cunt, golden and inviting. The blonde pubic hair was like a sunburst. The pink slash of her pussy licked up the bottom of her semi-open crotch.
Burt Wallace's rigid cock ached to get inside his daughter's luscious cunt.
"Sit down on me, baby," he gasped. "Let Daddy fuck you."
Vicki swung a long leg over one of her father's thighs. Now her cunt was wide-open. Fresh pussy juice sparkled on the dewy lips.
Vicki eased dawn, tantalizingly lowering her flared cunt toward the knob of her father's stand big prick. She stopped, just short of contact. A drop of pussy juice dripped on her father's cockhead.
Burt shuddered with ecstasy as the honey from his daughter's cunt dampened the crown of his prick. His crotch bucked with hunger, slapping his ass against the toilet seat.
All of a sudden, Vicki thrust her split cunt straight down. Its plunge sucked up the head of Burt's cock and most of the shaft. Then Vicki ground her hips and every inch of her father's big prick was in her pussy.
Sitting on her father's lap with his hard-on spearing her cunt, Vicki squirmed her ass. Burt Wallace's hips rolled in reply.
Burt and Vicki were more than father and daughter now. Something even closer. A man and a woman fucking.
"Do it to me, Daddy, do it to me!" Vicki squealed. "Jam your huge cock up my cunt!"
Burt did better than that. His cock shoved with such force that it lifted Vicki into the air and himself off the toilet. All of a sudden he was standing straight up, holding Vicki aloft as she wrapped her legs around his middle.
"What a great idea, Daddy!" Vicki gushed. "Nobody's ever fucked me standing up before. Nobody was ever man enough to dominate me the way you do."
As her father's big prick drove up her deep cunt, Vicki was confident that a climax would hit her very soon. If her father could make her come by sucking her pussy, it ought to be a snap getting her rocks off with his cock actually fucking her.
In Vicki's mind there was no way she could be denied the orgasm she desperately craved.
However, in her sex frenzy, she has turned out everything in the universe except her father and herself. Unfortunately, in reality, they didn't even have the house to themselves. Vicki didn't know it yet, but her orgasm would have to wait.
Half-asleep, Marsha Wallace stumbled along the unlighted hallway toward the bathroom. She had to pee so bad it felt like there was a knife in her side.
As Marsha felt her way along the wall in the darkness, all she could think about was mercifully squatting on the toilet and letting the hot piss gush out of her smarting cunt. It would feel so good to relieve the pressure inside her. The last thing on Marsha's mind was the rest of her family…
Until a crack of light from under the bathroom door caught her eye. And she heard the harsh breathing sounds from within.
"Burt? Vicki? One of you in there?" Marsha called, rapping on the door. "Hurry up, I have to use the john. Bad."
Vicki and Burt stared at each other with wide-eyed alarm. In their stand-up fucking position, their faces were so close their noses almost touched. Each could smell the perspiration of the other's sudden fear.
"If Mom catches us like this, everything will be mined," Vicki hissed to her dad under her breath. "I'll never get to fuck you again. What'll we do? Think of something, Daddy, please."
Burt cleared his throat, just as his wife impatiently began hammering on the door.
"Burt, is that you? Let me in there!" Marsha demanded. "I'll piss on the floor if you don't."
"Please, Daddy, please," Vicki begged in a jagged whisper. "Save it for us."
"I'm, uh, taking a crap, Marsha," Burt lied to his wife. "Can't you wait? It stinks pretty bad in here."
"I've got my hand between my legs, I have to piss so bad," Marsha Wallace complained. "Hurry the hell up!"
Inside the bathroom, Burt reluctantly withdrew his cock from his daughter's tight, wet cunt and put Vicki down. He gestured for her to hide in the bathtub.
When Vicki was hidden behind the shower curtain, Burt put his cock under the faucet in the sink and ran cold water over it to kill his hard-on. Then he flushed the toilet and kicked Vicki's clothes out of sight, before letting Marsha into the bathroom while he pulled up his pajama bottoms.