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Horny Peeping Sister Part 5 of 9
"Where's mom?" she asked as her dad set the casserole down in front of her and
sat down at the head of the table.
"She had a big meeting with a client," Jim Moon re- plied, noticing his daughter
looked especially radiant. "Do you know where Tom is?"
"Nope," Becky said quickly, helping herself to the food.
"I guess we'll start without him, then," Jim sighed.
"Yeah, guess so," Becky mumbled.
As she began to eat, Becky tried to stay calm, but it wasn't easy. She was
relieved that her mother wasn't there. Somehow her mom always knew when she
was lying or trying to hide something. Still, it made her nervous to have to
lie right to her father's face. She wished that Tom would hurry up and get
his ass home!
Jim watched his daughter move her food around on her plate, arranging it into
little piles and then smashing them flat. Obviously something was on the girl's
mind, and he wondered what it could be. All the time she and Tom had been
spending together lately had not gone un- noticed by their usually quiet father.
Still, Jim didn't know exactly how to approach the subject with his daughter, so
he just let them finish their meal in silence.
When they were about done, Tom burst in through the back door, school
books in hand.
"Sorry dad, I got hung up." He glanced briefly at Becky. "Where's mom?"
"She had to work late," Jim said, noticing the odd way his son looked at Becky.
"We didn't know how late you'd be so we've already finished."
"No sweat, dad," Tom said, heaping a mound of food on his plate and then heading
for the living room. "I wanted to catch the end of the game anyway."
Jim didn't say anthing as Tom carried his meal to the couch and turned on the
television. Such behavior was strictly prohibited when Julie was home, but since
she wasn't there, Jim saw no reason the boy couldn't eat wherever he wanted to.
Again alone with Becky, Jim pushed back his chair and sighed.
"So, how's school?" he asked.
"What?" Becky snapped, her mind so far away, reliving the events of the evening,
that she didn't hear her father's question.
"I just asked how things were going at school."
"Oh, okay I guess," Becky said, getting up and carry- ing their dirty dishes
to the sink.
As she swept past Jim, he caught the unmistakable scent of sex wafting from her.
Had his little girl just been fucked? he asked himself.
Becky had her back to her father as she scraped the plates off and filled the
sink with hot water. Her pussy hurt a little bit from the vigorous finger-
fucking Tom had given it, and she shifted her thighs, trying to ease her
discomfort. Jim noticed her sexy gyrations and cleared his throat loudly.
"Honey, ah, you're getting to be quite a young woman and ah, if there's every
anything you want to talk about any questions you might have, you know you can
come to me and I'll help you all I can."
"Thanks, dad," Becky murmured, her back still to him.
"I know your mother isn't the kind of person who seems like she'd be easy to
talk to about uh, sex, so I want you to know that I'm available to you."
Becky nodded, her thighs still rubbing together.
As Jim spoke, he got the crazy idea that his daugh- ter was turned on for some
reason. He watched her ass rock from side to side ever so slightly and found him-
self wanting Becky, wanting her very much. Sex with his wife was poor at best
and, although he didn't want to, he began to imagine what it would be like to
fuck his own daughter.
"Do you think you know enough about sex?" he asked, his own blunt question
turning him on. "I mean, is there anything you don't understand?"
"I don't know," Becky shrugged, pressing herself tighter against the counter.
Was her father coming on to her? Becky wondered. Again her thoughts returned to
the people she had watched fucking earlier that evening. She imagined them to
have been father and daughter and the idea of actual- ly getting the chance to
have that kind of sexual exper- ience herself began to appeal to her. But could
she do it? Would her father do it? she wondered.
At that point Jim wasn't sure himself either. But his daughter drew him like a
magnet and he got up and walked over to her. He stood right behind her as she
soaped the dishes, his body close enough to her so she could feel his body heat,
but not close enough to touch.
"I know it's none of my business honey," he said softly, pushing her hair to one
side and caressing her bare neck, "but I don't think you were at your piano
lesson tonight. Were you with a boy?"
Becky shrugged.
"Well, it really doesn't matter," Jim said, hugging her to him. At first Becky
was stiff in his embrace, but when she felt his hard cock against the crack of
her ass she relaxed. Now she knew that he wanted her just as she wanted him.
"You're right Daddy, I was with a boy tonight," she whispered, rubbing back
against him.
"I hope you didn't do anything foolish," Jim panted, his arms holding her tight
against him and caressing her curvy sides.
"I didn't let him fuck me, if that's what you mean," Becky said boldly, writhing
her ass against his hard-on.
"Have you ever been with a boy?" Jim asked, his hands moving down the front of
her body and to the crotch of her jeans. When she didn't stop him, he rub- bed
the crux of her thighs.
"Only one," she replied, her cunt fucking under her father's touch.
The top of Becky's blonde head came to just beneath his chin as he pressed
himself against her harder than ever. His hands were between her upper thighs,
and he could feel the heat of her hot cunt through the fabric of her jeans. Jim
didn't believe what he was doing, but kept doing it anyway, his hard-on growing
stiffer against Becky's ass.
Becky looked down at her body, and saw her dad's hands disappearing between her
legs. She rolled her head back against him and sighed. This was the best thing
that had ever happened to her, and she knew that soon she would be taking her
father's cock, just like the little brunette had. To speed things along, Becky
reached down and unzipped the front of her pants.
"You can stop me any time you want to," her father panted as he accepted her
invitation and moved his hands inside her jeans and panties.
Becky sighed and wiggled a bit, easing her pants down around her thighs. Her
father's touch made her tingle, and that surprised her. She would not have
thought that anything could make her feel better than the things she had done
with her brother.
But her father was very much like her brother only bigger and more experienced.
He too, was tall and dark, and Becky relaxed against him, opening herself up to
his magical touch.
Jim touched the soft, wet folds of her cunt and sighed with lust. God, what was
he doing? Was he out of his mind? But he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop,
so he probed the juicy tightness of Becky's young pussy.
Becky's hands were limp in the dishwater and her head rolled back against his
chest. His cock was throb- bing behind her, and she wanted it more than anything
she had ever wanted before.
"You gonna fuck me, Dad?" she asked, her voice thick and odd.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yesss, oh yesss!" she sighed.
Jim kept one finger probing at the open flower of his daughter's pussy and
brought the other back between their bodies and carefully undid his zipper. His
cock bobbed up, automatically nudging in between Becky's legs.
Becky whimpered when her father fisted his cock and guided it to the opening of
her pussy. Becky lifted her- self up on the counter slightly to make it easier
for him to penetrate her.
Jim gave her a series of short, quick fuck-strokes, feeding his little girl his
cock a bit at a time. He could hear the drone of the television, and he remem-
bered that Tom might wander back into the kitchen at any moment. It worried him,
but at the moment he was too horny to let anything stop him from finishing the
fuck he had just begun.
When the tip of his cock was securely inside Becky, he again took her in his
arms and held her up off the floor. Then, with another few lunges, he had her
filled with his prick-meat.
"Daddyyyy," Becky sighed.
Jim braced her against the counter and pumped into her with a vigor he hadn't
felt in years. His wife used to be a good fuck, but lately she'd been too bitchy
to even turn him on. He chose just to leave her to her own devices and went his
own way. Fucking his own daughter was turning out to be the very best way he'd
found to scratch his itch in a very long time.
As he fucked her, Becky felt her pants slipping far- ther and farther down her
legs until they were tangled around her shoes. She felt light and very feminine
with her father holding her up in the air while he fucked her. Briefly she
wondered if she looked as wanton taking her daddy's prick as the brunette girl
had earlier that evening.
Cunt-juice flowed from Becky's open pussy and made it easier for her dad to fuck
her hard and fast. His pants too rolled down his hips, freeing him for wilder
and more wanton fucking. He gripped Becky tightly, holding her up and using her
like some kind of fuck-off doll.
Becky sighed and moaned, her father's cock going deeper inside of her than her
brother's prick ever had. She felt like her father's prick was touching special
places within her, places that had never been touched before. She wiggled around
as much as she could, want- ing to let him know that she loved what he was doing
to her and to beg him not to stop.
But Jim had no intention of stopping, at least not until he came. He nuzzled his
face into his daughter's fragrant hair and nibbled on her white neck as he con-
tinued to feed her the many inches of his man-sized prick shaft.
"Am I hurting you?" he panted.
"N-n-n-noooo," Becky replied, her answer coming out shaky because of his
vigorous fucking. "I-I-I love it!"
"Good," Jim grunted, slamming his cock into her all the way, "because so do I!"
His hard fuck-strokes jammed Becky against the counter, her hips grinding
against the tiles. Jim leaned over her and forced her to bend at the waist,
bringing her long hair into the soapy water in front of her.
More than ever Becky felt like the fucking couple she had watched. Now, like
that girl, she was bent way over with her dad giving her his cock from behind!
Becky leaned forward even farther, watching the ends of her hair floating on the
greasy, sudsy surface of the dishwater.
When her father fucked into her hard, her clit was ground against the counter
with especially pleasant re- sults. Becky rocked forward and back as much as she
could, increasing the violence of their fucking motions and also increasing the
contact her sizzling clit re- cieved.
Jim caught on to what she was doing and began to help her. He lifted her up and
leaned against her back, bouncing her clit against the edge of the counter.
Little flutters began to run down her spine and Jim felt them on the inside as
well as the outside of her body. His cock was jolted by them and it thrilled him
to know that his little girl was so close to com- ing. He plowed her cunt that
much faster, anxious to bring her off.
Becky grabbed the far side of the sink and used it for leverage to fuck back at
her dad. His cock con- tinued to trench her out, filling and stretching her pussy-
channel like Tom's young prick never had. She writhed and swooned, her body
taking over her mind and fucking of its own volition.
The more extreme the quaking inside of Becky's cunt became, the more frenzied
her father's fucking became. Jim rolled his eyes and thundered his cock
forward, jabbing it between the gripping walls of Becky's pussy. He could feel
from the way his nuts had begun to tingle that it wouldn't be long before he
was coming, too.
"Daddy, I'm gonna come," Becky panted, as if asking his permission.
"Do it, baby, do it," Jim grunted, filling her with his prick. "Just let it go!"
Becky's mouth was open, and she breathed loudly. She gasped and sputtered, her
orgasm wracking her body with tremendous shudders. Jim held her tight and con-
tinued to fuck her, the tremors in her cunt vibrating his whole body from the
cock on up. Together they pan- ted and sighed, the father savoring his
daughter's orgasm almost as much as he would savor one of his own.
Becky pressed her clit tightly against the counter edge and felt the mouth of
her pussy opening and clos- ing as if gulping in air. Her eyes were squeezed
shut, and she was bent cruelly over the counter, her face very near to
thecooling water.
As her orgasm subsided, Jim took it easy on her, fucking her with tender,
stirring strokes that made her coo and sigh. But it cost him dearly, and he
could only hold himself back for so long before his body tensed and he let her
have it with both barrels again.
"Get ready baby," he panted, ramming into her with renewed vigor.
"Yes Daddy, I'm ready," Becky gasped, his weight nearly crushing her.
Like a dog fucking its mate, Jim leaned into his little girl and fed her the
last of his exquisite fuck- ing. His cock thundered through the ultra-tightness
of her freshly climaxed cunt, loving the way the walls of her pussy continued to
shudder with soft, stray ripples of ecstasy. Each one thrilled Jim right down to
the roots of his hair and spurred him on to fuck Becky that much harder.
The silky interior of her pussy caressed his siz- zling prick, and Jim grunted
and gasped in frustration and pleasure. The come in his nuts gathered together
and then, despite his effort to delay it, came rushing up along the tube of his
prick like the tide on the beach and crashed forth, shooting from the tiny hole
in the end of his prick with incredible force and volume.
"Ahhh, gahhhh, fuck!" he gurgled, burying his sobs of release in her long,
silky hair.
Becky felt like she might explode from the strength of his climax. She felt the
cream decorate her insides with its whiteness and warmth. Even coming with her
own brother had never been like this!
For several secondsc her cfather shuddered against her back, his cock bucking
around inside her. Then, gradually, she felt him relax and his cock begin to
slip from her, greased with a thick stream of his es- caping jizz. An inch at a
time Jim lowered her to the floor and her toes had just touched when she heard
her brother's voice.
"Jesus mother-fucking Christ!" Tom exclaimed, his milk glass crashing to the
floor. "Damn!" Continued in part 6...
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