The family's naughty habit

CHAPTER TWO

While Della was busy balling with her boss in the motel, her husband, George, was at home watching television. He'd looked forward to this evening as channel 32 was showing a Super Bowl game that had been played six years ago, and George had played one of his best games in this one.

Betty, his eighteen-year-old daughter was sitting by her dad, while her twin brother, Bobby, was sprawled on the floor, watching their father's finest hour.

"Now watch this one," George said, taking a long sip of whiskey from the bottle that was on the floor by his chair. "Watch how I knock that quarterback on his ass on this play."

The three of them watched excitedly as the offensive team broke huddle and lined up over the ball. When it was snapped, a hulk of a man crashed through the line throwing the quarterback for a big loss.

"That's me!" shouted the man. "Boy, did I sack that bastard!"

"Was that really you, Daddy?" Betty asked.

"Sure, dummy," said her brother from the floor. "Can't you tell?"

"Oh, shut up," she snapped at her twin. "I was talking to Daddy."

"Shhhhh," said her father, reaching down for his bottle when the team went into punt formation. "Watch me block that kick."

Once again they stared at the screen as the linebacker crashed through and leaped high in the air, blocking the punted ball with his huge hand.

"Oh, Daddy!" Betty gasped. "You were really good!"

"I know," her father panted excitedly. "I was the best, and I'd still be if it weren't for this damned knee."

George was vividly reliving the game as play after play unfolded before their eyes. He could remember each and every detail of that glorious Sunday afternoon as if it were only yesterday. Watching the game was making him feel youthful and vigorous again. God, how he'd loved the brutality and glory of those wonderful years spent on the gridiron.

When the television show was over and the twins had gone to bed, he continued sipping from his bottle, reliving the game in his mind. Helped by the booze, he seemed to be feeling stronger and er than he'd felt in years. In his foggy state of mind, George's thoughts turned to Della and the lusty way he used to fuck her. George suddenly wished she were home so he could slam his cock up her cunt like he did in the good old days. If she hadn't had to work tonight, Della could have watched him on television and she would have felt the same excitement he was feeling. Despite the large amount of booze he'd consumed, he was getting a hard-on as he thought about his wife. He became so sexually amused that the thought of jacking off crossed his mind, but he decided to wait and shoot his hot load into Della's cunt when she got home.

George was slouched in the chair, half smashed, when Della walked in shortly before midnight.

"Hi," she smiled, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"Hello, sugar," he slurred, rising unsteadily to his feet. "You sure missed my old game an television tonight."

"I'm sorry," she smiled. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Shit, yes," he chuckled, holding to the back of the chair for support. "I think I'm the best fuckin' football player in the world."

"That's nice," she sighed, noticing the empty bottle on the carpet next to his chair.

"Don't you think I'm the best fuckin' linebacker in the world?" he slurred.

"I'm sure you are," she answered to appease him, realizing for the first time how drunk he was.

Clinging to the rail as he struggled up the stairs to his bedroom, his stiff boner was throbbing wildly in his pants. He could hardly wait to stuff it up between Della's legs.

Completely exhausted from the thorough fucking she'd had from her boss, Della dropped into bed when George staggered into the bathroom.

"Della," he called out as he returned to the bedroom with his stiff cock thrusting up from his naked loins. "Look what I have for you."

Opening her eyes, Della was shocked at the sight of the gnarly shaft he was lewdly grasping in his hands. Right now, the last fucking thing she needed was her husband's hard cock. She was completely fucked out and was in no condition to take another dick into her weary pussy.

"Oh, honey," she sighed, not wanting to hurt him. "I'm so pooped tonight."

"Don't worry," he slurred, pulling back the covers. "This nice big cock is just the tonic you need."

"Please, George," she whispered, suddenly wishing she didn't always sleep in the nude. "I just couldn't."

"Sure you can, baby," he laughed, throwing his massive body down over hers. "My fuckin' cock won't take no for an answer tonight."

With his enormous body pressed down on hers, Della could hardly breathe. The feel of his big hot cock digging into the soft flesh of her bare tummy was filling her with disgust. The last thing she wanted was to be mauled by this huge drunken bear.

"Goddamn it, George!" she shouted. "Leave me alone."

"Ah, shit," he laughed, prying her naked thighs apart so he could force his dick into the hot moistness of her cunt. "You're gonna love it!"

"NO!" she shrieked. "Keep your fuckin' hands away from me!"

"Stop that bullshit," he panted, trying to force the head of his swollen prick between her cuntlips. "You're gonna love it!"

"You rotten bastard!" Della cried, slapping him across the face with all her strength. "I told you to leave me alone!"

He just stared at her in stunned silence. In their seventeen years of marriage, neither of them had ever struck the other.

"Della," he gasped.

"I'm sorry," the woman sobbed, "but I think you'd better sleep in the guest room tonight."

Numbed and shocked, George slowly crawled out of the bed and staggered down the ball toward the spare room, his amused cock thrusting up in front of him. Grasping his throbbing dick, the man began masturbating as he walked. He had to release that big load in his balls, and the only way was by jacking off. With his mind completely fogged by the alcohol, George leaned back against the wall to support himself while he stood there wildly stroking his throbbing boner. Sliding his thick foreskin back and forth over his bloated cockhead, he could feel an ejaculation building up deep in his loins.

He was about to spray a hot load of jizz all over the carpet when he suddenly heard sobs and moans coming from Betty's room. Only faintly aware of what he was doing, he quickly opened the door and staggered in to investigate the trouble. He could hardly believe his bleary eyes when he saw his daughter writhing around nakedly on the bed.

The teen's legs were opened wide, her knees drawn up and the middle finger of Betty's right hand was plunging in and out of her wet pussy. The fingers of her left hand were squeezing the big swollen nipples on her newly sprouting tits. Her big blue eyes were tightly closed and a series of cries and moans were coming from deep in her throat.

George hadn't seen his daughter nude since she was a small child, and the sight of her slit started his cock throbbing even harder. The wet pinkness of her slippery cuntlips was surrounded by a swirl of golden, downy-soft pussy hair. A stream of twat juice was oozing from her slit and covering her plunging finger with a thick film of slippery fluid.

The sight of her nubile boobs was almost as exciting to look at as her sweet slit. They were just beginning to sprout with firm cones of flesh about the size of a tennis ball. The erotic thing about her cute tits was the enormous nipples that topped them.

Betty's long blonde hair was spilling wildly over the pillow and the teen's by soft lips were parted, her wet tongue darting in and out between them. The excitement on her pretty flushed face was a picture of ecstasy as she writhed her hot pussy around her plunging finger.

Betty had only recently been introduced to masturbation by a girl friend, and she was now fingering herself off four or five times a day. Her friend had also told her all about boys' cocks and whenever Betty finger-fucked herself, she always closed her eyes pretending that her finger was a guy's hard prick.

Standing by the bed, holding onto the headboard to support himself, George was almost drooling aver the teen's naked body. The sight of her juice-slickened finger drilling up into the hot wetness of her slit was driving him wild. In his state of arousal and drunkenness, he didn't seem to give a damn whether or not it was his daughter. He was only aware that it was a hot pussy, and that's what he needed to shoot his load into.

Momentarily opening her eyes, Betty was shocked to see her father looking down at her.

"Daddy!" she gasped, quickly withdrawing her finger from her snatch. "What are you doing in here?"

"Watching you," he slurred.

Overcome with embarrassment, tears filled her frightened eyes.

"Oh, Daddy," she trembled. "Are you going to spank me?"

"Why should I?" he asked.

"Because I was doing something naughty to myself," she sobbed.

"Did it feel good, honey?" asked her father, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Sorta."

Suddenly she spied his big stiff dong thrusting up from between his legs. She'd only seen her twin brother's prick when he was a teen, and the sight of her dad's big thick boner was an unbelievable shock.

"What's the matter?" he asked, amused at the way she was staring at his throbbing dick.

"Nothing," answered the teen, still staring wide-eyed at his big hard dong.

"Do you like Daddy's thing?" he whispered in a slurring voice.

"I don't know," she stammered. "It's so awful big."

"Do you wanta feel it?"

When little frightened teen didn't answer, he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the hot hardness of his thick cock.

"Gee, Daddy," she whispered, gently squeezing his throbbing dong. "It's jumping like a bean."

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Gosh, yes," Betty stammered, her first shock beginning to subside. "It feels neat."

The teen couldn't get over the velvety softness of his cock-skin as it stretched over the hard meaty flesh of his swollen dick. The shiny texture of his big purple cockhead was the most exciting thing she'd ever seen.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, starting to slide his foreskin up and down over his powerful shaft. "Your prick's so nice and hard."

"Do you like to play with it?"

"Gee, yes."

"Can I touch your pussy?" he suddenly asked. "Gee, I don't know," she stammered.

"You were touching it when I came in," he whispered, gently placing his hand on her soft inner thigh.

"That's different," Betty argued.

"No it isn't," protested her father, moving his finger up toward the teen's hot slit.

"Oooooh, Daddy!" she gasped when his fingertip grazed against the moistness of her open cuntlips. "That feels funny."

He gently moved his finger up along the wetness of her slit until he found the hood of her quivering clit.

"Oooooooh, Daddy!" the teen squealed with delight when he began lightly massaging her tlinging joy-button. "Shit, that feels good!"

Drunk and half-crazed with lust, the man suddenly bent over and coveted an entire hard tit with his mouth as he drove the full length of his middle finger up into the teen's slippery twat.

"Oooooooh, Daddy!" shrieked the teen. "Your big finger hurts me!"

Paying no attention to her cries, he continued sucking noisily on her big swollen nipple as he screwed his thick finger around in the moist hot meatiness of Betty's tight pussy. The teen was still clutching to his dong while he dug into her slit and sucked wildly on the gloriously big nipple.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, writhing her hot snatch around his invading finger. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Now it feels so good."

"I'm glad, darling," he panted. "Do you want Daddy to bring you oft?"

"Shit, yes!" she beamed. "I'd really like that."

"Okay," he leered, removing his finger from her juicy twat. "Has anyone ever licked your pussy before?"

"Of coarse not," she giggled. "Who'd want to lick my pussy?"

"Me," he smiled.

"But, Daddy," she argued. "I piss out of it."

"I know," he smiled. "And I'll bet you have the best tasting piss in the world."

"Oh, Daddy," she giggled. "You shouldn't talk like that."

"May I lick your twat?" he asked, ignoring her remark.

"If you want to," she smiled. "But, it sure sounds dumb."

Drooling with lust, her father parted Betty's thighs and lowered his face down toward the juicy hole between her legs. The fresh scent of her sweet twat wafted to his nostrils when his nose grazed against the soft swirls of her pussy hairs. It was the most exciting aroma he'd ever sniffed. Opening his mouth, he ran his tongue along the length of her slippery slit.

"Ooooooh, Daddy," she giggled as his tongue moved over the sensitive flesh at the entrance of her pussy. "You're a naughty man, but shit, that feels good."

Slipping his tongue into the sweet wetness of her hot slit, he locked his sucking mouth tightly over the teen's open cuntlips. Sucking wildly as his tongue lashed around in her dripping twat, he was greedily lapping the sweet nectar from his daughter's horny pussy.

"Oh, Daddy!" Betty squealed with joy. "I love you, Daddy, I love you so much!"

Clawing at the sheets in ecstasy, the teen was excitedly squeezing her soft thighs against the cheeks of his juice-smeared face. She'd never heard of a man wanting to suck a girl's pussy, but it sure felt neat. As far as Betty was concerned, her father could lick her juicy twat any time he wanted.

"Oh, shit," she panted, grinding her cunt up tighter against his sucking mouth. "I love it, Daddy. Christ, that feels good!"

After spending several minutes licking the juices from deep within her fuck-hole, her father withdrew his tongue and gently sucked her hard clit between his lips.

"Oh, Daddy!" she sobbed when he began twirling his tongue around her erect nubbin. "Shit, oh shit, that feels good! Oh, shit, Daddy, shit."

Betty could feel a climax building up in her trembling body as her father continued sucking and teasing her hard clitoris with his tongue and lips.

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "Don't stop, Daddy, don't stop! Keep suckin'! I'm gonna explode."

Feeling his daughter's hot body writhing under the obscene caresses of his mouth, he attacked her pussy with a renewed fervor.

"Oh, Daddy!" the teen suddenly shrieked. "Here I come, Daddy! Oh, shit, I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

Lurching violently on the bed, Betty's hot cunt began exploding around his mouth.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered a few minutes later as she lay snuggled in her father's arms. "That was so neat."

"Honey," he sighed. "How would you like to lick Daddy's cock?"

"What?"

"Would you like to suck on my prick?" he asked again.

"Gee, I don't know," she hesitated. "Will you promise not to piss in my mouth?"

"I promise," he grinned. "And if you'll suck me real good, I'll shoot some nice-tasting cream into your mouth."

"How do I suck it?" she asked.

"Pretend it's a lollipop," her father suggested.

"Okay," Betty giggled as she bent down and stuffed her dad's big stiff dick into her mouth. She was a bit startled by the strong male taste and odor of his cockhead, but she found it strangely exciting, and the smooth hard flesh of his big shiny knob felt good against her lips. Having never heard of sucking a cock before, the teen wasn't certain how she should do it, so she just sucked and licked at the rich meaty flavor of his hot dick.

"Oh, shit, baby!" he gasped. "That's the way to do it!"

"Am I gonna get a mouthful of cream?" she asked, momentarily removing his cock from between her lips.

"Don't worry, honey," he panted. "Just keep sucking and you'll get it."

Trembling with excitement, he watched the full length of his prick disappearing in and out of Betty's hot sucking mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," she mewled around his cock, her face flushed with excitement.

"Goddamn!" he panted. "That's just the way I like it. Shit, you're a natural born cock-sucker."

Staring down at her beautiful sucking mouth, he could see his slippery wet rod sliding in and out between her baby-soft lips.

"Hot fucking damn!" he gasped, curling his clenched fingers into Betty's long blonde hair. "Christ, baby, am I gonna give you a mouthful!"

Removing his sensitive cockhead from her mouth, the teen instinctively, began licking the entire length of his throbbing boner. When she had the entire surface of his shaft drenched with her sweet warm spit, she once again stuffed his big meaty rod back in her mouth. His entire body began trembling with excitement when he once more felt his hard slippery dick floating back and forth between her soft sucking lips.

"Are you gonna feed me some cream?" she whispered a few moments later when she momentarily removed his cock from her mouth.

"You're not shittin'," he panted, grabbing her hair and slamming the teen's mouth down over his dick again. "Keep suckin', baby, 'cause here it comes!"

Giving a wild lurch, he drove his exploding cock deep into her throat as it started spewing a hot stream of cum. Betty was startled by the huge amount of jizz that was gushing into her mouth, but she sucked and swallowed frantically, not wanting to lose a drop of her sweet father's delicious cock-cream.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered when she finally released his wet limp prick from her mouth. "Your thing isn't hard anymore."

"I know," he smiled, getting up from the bed. "When it gets hard again, I'll feed you some more cock-cream."

"Good night, Daddy," she smiled, licking a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth as her dad started walking out of the room.

"Good night, darling," he whispered, closing the door behind him.