"Sandy, we're leaving! Sure you don't want to come?" It was Sunday afternoon, and Sandra was alone in her bedroom, and horny.
I sure do want to come, just not the way you mean, mom, she thought, but what she said was, "That's okay, mom! See you later!" The eighteen year old had been looking forward to a nice, long masturbation session ever since her mom had mentioned a family shopping trip the night before. She would have the house to herself--or so she thought.
She sighed as she heard the car pull out of the driveway. Almost immediately, her hands were in her panties and the house filled with horny moans as she rubbed her clitty. Her hands went to the buttons on her shirt and undid them just enough to give her access to her the stiffening nipples capping her large teen breasts. She moaned again, longing for a hard cock to fill her tight puss.
Of course, all this moaning woke Sandra's father, who had been sleeping just down the hall. He had begged off from the shopping outing, claiming that he worked hard all week and the last thing he wanted to do on a Sunday was trudge around the mall forking over cash for things he neither wanted nor needed. So his wife had let him sleep in.
But now he was wide awake. Thinking his daughter was moaning in pain, he grabbed a robe (he slept in the nude) and rushed down the hall to her room. The sight that greeted him took his breath away.
Sandy, his little teenaged daughter, was splayed out on her bed, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, one hand pinching and massaging the hard pebble of her nipple, the other a blur on her clitty. The lips of her pussy glistened with moisture, and were so engorged that they pouted open. The sight would have made any man hard as a rock, and Sandra's father was no exception. In a matter of seconds his previously flaccid dick was hard as a tire iron and poking through the flap in his robe. It stuck out over eight inches, and almost unconsciously, his hand came up to stroke the monster hard-on. Sandy moaned again, and his dick jumped in his hand and drooled a little precum on the ground. He was beginning to get weak in the knees. He knew there was no excuse for what he was about to do, but he knew he was going to do it anyway. This little girl needs a fuck as badly as any woman ever has, and I'll be damned if I'm not the one to give it to her, even if I am her own father, he thought, continuing to fist his cock.
Sandy was so lost in her lust that she didn't hear her father's labored breathing just outside her door. She just kept moaning and thrashing around on the bed, pushing her hips up at the air and arching her back so that her teen jugs jiggled. She was close, so close! If only she had a nice, hard cock packing her pussy. She'd never felt one before, but she knew it was just what she needed to push her over the edge.
Just then her father bellowed, "YOUNG LADY, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
Sandy's eyes flew open and she sat up in bed, hair a mess, looking dazedly around until her eyes lit on her father. He stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, his open robe revealing the throbbing cock that stood so handsomely at attention.
Sandy felt the blood rush to her face. "Daddy, I was just--what are you doing, Daddy? Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"I asked you a question, young lady," said her father sternly. "Now, let me be more specific since your hormone-addled brain seems to be having some trouble. Were you or weren't you just thrashing your little clitty like it owed you money?"
"I--I--"
"That's what I thought," he said, nodding his head. He took a few steps into the room, his boner bouncing with every move. "And are you or aren't you aware that you are not the only person in this house who gets horny?"
"Daddy, I swear, I'll never do it again, I--huh?"
"You heard me. Here you are in a house with your father and two teenaged brothers who must be chomping at the bit to fuck, and you go flouncing about in your skimpy little outfits, give us all hardons big enough to split our pants open, and then don't even have the decency to offer your pussy as a source of relief?"
