She began panting, her ripening tits heaving, her nipples standing straight up and out. Her hand stroked rhythmically, fucking her girlfriend faster with each deep pump. She could see the fuck-juices trickling thickly down between Jody's legs. The smell was in her nostrils, the odor turning her on. Jody pumped her cunt right back, taking the dildo all the way inside her each time. Pleasure filled both girls' bodies, thanks to the expertise of Cynthia's hands.
The girls' eyes were glazing with their lust when the cool air blew over them. Feeling the draft, Cynthia turned. Her eyes widened. She stopped her motions, jerking the sheets to cover their naked bodies.
It was her father.
CHAPTER TWO
Steve Ames, Cynthia's father, stood there staring. He had come upstairs to bid the young girls good night. But what he saw made the blood surge into his cock.
"What the…? What are you girls doing?" he demanded, his brain reeling from the sight of their fine young bodies.
"N-Nothing, Dad!" stammered Cynthia, blushing in embarrassment.
"Don't tell!" blurted Jody. "Please don't tell my parents!"
He came into the room, conscious of his cock as it stiffened. He had been caring for his daughter for two years now, alone since his wife had died in an auto accident. He hadn't realized Cynthia was old enough to play with her cunt. Until now, that is. She had grown up, it seemed, developing needs that he hadn't been aware of.
Still looking at them, he sat on the bed, his knees getting weak. The two girls stared back at him, scared of what he might do to punish them. But he had other ideas lust already sprouting in his cock.