She seized Foster's hand and laid it right over her crotch.
Lita gasped and turned beet red. My God, my God, these people… As she watched, wide-eyed and shocked, Trish rubbed her father's hand back and forth over her panty crotch. Foster chuckled.
"Umm-hmm," he said, "you're pretty wet down there, little lady.”
Trish licked his neck and wiggled her butt again, brazenly stimulating his cock. His hand remained on her crotch, gently caressing, while with the other hand he continued to toy with her breast, rubbing his thumb over the little brown nipple, making it taut and erect.
"Help me out, Daddy," Trish cooed.
Lita thought she was as shocked as she could possibly be. but she wasn't prepared for what came next. Foster grinned at his pretty teenage daughter and then slipped his hand right down inside her panties. His hand closed over her pouting muff and began to squeeze rhythmically, molding her mons and clit.
"Ummmm, yes, Daddy," Trish sighed, "that's nice… ”
She let her long slim legs fall open, giving her father plenty of room to squeeze and stimulate her pouting little mons. Foster's hand gripped and released, gripped and released, and as he steadily massaged her pussy, Lita could see a widening stain of cunt juice soaking the crotch of her panties.
"Ummmm, yeah, Daddy," Trish moaned, "that's what I need… Don't stop… ”
Foster was showing the first obvious signs of arousal, his face getting flushed, his voice going husky. His daughter's small silky bush was right in his hand, her scalding pussy juice soaking his fingers. His breathing got louder and faster, and he increased the tempo of his play with her pussy and tit.
"Honey, let's get your panties off," he said at last. "I can work better that way.”
Trish said nothing, only smiled and raised her little round ass so Foster could slip her panties down. She kicked them off, giggling softly, then settled back onto his lap, opening her long legs wide for him. Lita saw her dainty pink slit with its very fine fringe of light brown hairs-and then Foster's hand closed over it again, squeezing, massaging.
"Oooooo, Daddy," Trish cooed, "oooooo, yeah, play with my pussy… ”
Lita was horrified by the blatantly incestuous scene, and yet in some wicked way it was turning her on. She felt warmth and moisture in her pussy, and she knew she was going to go on spying. She licked her lips and watched intently as Foster held and squeezed his daughter's small brown-furred mons. Her cream was trickling out between his lingers.
"Feeling better now, honey?" he said hoarsely.
"Ummm-hmmm," Trish murmured, "but don't stop, Daddy… It feels so nice… ”
"All right, baby," said Foster. "You know I'd do anything to make my little girl happy… ”
I bet you would, Lita thought grimly.
Foster then used his fingers to spread the small plump lips of Trish's mons, uncovering the tiny red dot of her clit… He seized the little fleshy button between his thumb and forefinger and started to knead it briskly. Irish flinched violently and gave a hoarse cry of pleasure. A great flood of hot pussy juice soaked Foster's lap.
"Oooooo," Irish squealed, "oh, wow, yes, Daddy, play with my clit… ”
Foster kneaded the tiny red button till the girl was squealing continually and writhing in his lap, her aroused pussy juicing heavily onto his robe and pajamas. He watched the girl's reactions, and he licked his lips. Her pert little tits were swollen taut with arousal, the tiny brown nipples stiff and bumpy. Her face was pink, her eyes fluttering and rolling.
"Oh, Daddy, play with me some more,” Irish whined. "You know what I like best… Put your finger in my cunt, Daddy, please… ”
Foster obliged. Releasing her soaked swollen clit, he moved his hand lower in her crotch and eased the tip of his middle finger into the dripping shadowy mouth of her young cunt. Lita watched breathlessly as Foster's thick stiff finger slowly disappeared between his daughter's little pink pussylips. He stuffed his finger into her all the way to the last knuckle.
"That feel good, baby?" he said hoarsely.
"Ooooo, super," Trish gasped. "Now move it in me, Daddy, frig me… ”
Foster began to jerk his finger in her tight hot little hole, whisking it stiffly in and out like a miniature cock. Trish squealed with pleasure and spread her legs even wider. Lita had an excellent view of the whole thing, Foster Barton's finger nipping in and out of his daughter's cunt, Trish's helpless pussyjuice streaming out into his lap.
"Ahhhhhh," Trish wailed, "ahhhh, yeah, frig meee… ”
Lita wondered how many times this had happened in the past. Father and daughter seemed well acquainted with the game. How old had Trish been when her father first played with her tits and put his hand inside her panties? Lita had the sickening feeling that Foster might very well have been his daughter's first lover, the man who'd introduced her to sex. She wouldn't put anything past this strange family.
Briskly finger-fucking his daughter, Foster grew more and more aroused. He'd begun the game coolly enough, but now his face was red with excitement, his breathing hard and fast and loud. As he watched Trish's grimace of lust and listened to her squeals of pleasure, he grinned wickedly.
"Good for you, baby?" he said.
"Wonderful, Daddy," Trish sighed. "Please don't stop… I wanta come so bad…”
"In a moment, honey," Foster said, slipping his cream-soaked finger out of her nipping little twat. "Maybe you could do something for me first, though. I don't mind telling you, this whole thing has made me very horny.”
"Oh, of course, Daddy, I'm sorry," Trish said contritely. She kissed his cheek and then slipped from his lap, going to her knees beside him.
Lita thought she knew what was coming, but she was still shocked beyond belief at what the girl did. Trish Barton untied and opened her father's robe, no then deftly slipped down the bottoms of his pajamas, pulling them off over his feet. Foster's short slim cock was rock-hard, pointing at the ceiling, oozing bubbles of juice.
Trish leaned over and kissed the head of her father's prick.
"Oh, my God," Lita gasped.
She saw Irish's little pink tongue flash out. The girl eagerly licked the swollen cock juice, gurgling hungrily as she swallowed it. Foster grinned and panted as he watched her. Trish proceeded to lick and tickle his slim pale rod from the knobby head right down to his crisp grey and black bush.
"Would you like me to suck your cock a little, Daddy?" she said in her little-girl voice.
"That would be lovely, baby," Foster said huskily.
Trish obediently seized the hard drooling head of his cock between her pink-glossed lips and quickly sucked the slim stiff rod all the way into her mouth. Foster moaned loudly. Trish began to suck his cock briskly, with loud wet slurping noises, clearly enjoying herself. Again Lita wondered how long this kind of thing had been going on. How old had Trish been when she first took her father's cock in her mouth?
"Ahhhhh, baby, that's beautiful," Foster whined. "I love it when you suck my dick… ”
Lita figured these strange people would do damned near anything without a prig of guilt, but she wondered at her own reaction. She was repulsed by the idea of incest, horrified at the behavior of Foster Barton and his daughter, and yet she was hotly aroused. Her panty crotch was soaked and dripping with her horny cunt juice. She wanted urgently to slip her hand inside her panties and bring herself off, but she didn't dare. Someone might come along.
"That's enough, baby," Foster panted. "Come sit on my lap again.”
Trish hopped up into her father's lap, only this time she didn't just sit. Leaning her back against his chest, she seized his rigid slim prick and slipped the knobby wet head into her small shadowy cunt mouth. Lita watched in total shock as Foster Barton's erect pale cock slowly penetrated his daughter's cunt.
"Ahhhhh, Daddy," Trish moaned.
"Baby, baby," Foster panted.
It was a slow tantalizing penetration, Trish's pretty pink cunt lips sucking greedily at Foster's stiff blue-veined cock as it gradually eased into her body. Trish's hot steamy cream poured down his milky-pale shaft and soaked his swollen red balls. The girl leaned back hard against his chest, her teeth flashing, her eyes rolling crazily. At last his grey-furred balls came to rest against her moist pink slit.