"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!"