Dale sat with the quilt in his lap and his son still watching the television. His wife was sound asleep on the opposite couch. His daughter was tromping up the stairs, young and limber and her stomach full of her father’s seminal juice. He suddenly wished he could have seen his daughter’s head bobbing on his prick, actually observed her full, pink lips lovingly wrapped around his balls, lightly gagging as she took him deep into the back of her throat.
His dick suddenly and painfully reminded him that it was still ramrod straight and twitching beneath the quilt.
He had to make a choice.
No, there was no choice. He’d take his wife to bed. If he couldn’t convince her to let him fuck her he’d… no… he could jerk off. Of course. He could do it right now, even. He could slip off to the kitchen bathroom and… It was pathetic, he thought. But there was no choice. He couldn’t… follow Katie. How could he ever look at her again without… He couldn’t think about it.
Getting up and keeping the quilt pressed firmly against his waist, he went over to the couch.
“Your mother asleep?” he asked his son.
Robert absently looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, I think she’s been out for a while.”
“Honey,” Dale called to his wife. “Babe, let’s get you to bed.”
His wife stirred. “Nn?” Dale took her hand to lead her to her feet but she resisted. Sighing, he reached down and hooked his arms under his wife’s knees and back. He lifted her easily and pinned her body against the quilt, then pushed with his knees and sauntered towards the stairs. He called back to his boy not to stay up too late. He got some sort of muted acknowledgment in return.
Dale carried his wife up the stairs and let the quilt drop once he reached the top. The head of his dick squelched into the small of his wife’s back and she made an uncomfortable noise and tried to shift in his grasp. The smeared front of his pants were uncomfortable, but it was easily ignored by the stew of conflicts inside of him. It wasn’t his fault, he thought, she did it in his sleep. Of course it was his fault, he didn’t talk to her this morning about what she’d said last night-set boundaries. No, Dale, he berated himself, you fucked up when you came in her mouth.
Once he emptied his wife onto the bed she quickly found the pillows and covers and burrowed down. He tried to coax her awake. “Hon,” he tried (he really did), “babe, I’ve got a…” What did he have? A monstrous desire to fuck their eldest, beautiful daughter? “Babe,” he said again, shaking her weakly. He stared down at his prick. It stared right back at him.
He had to do something. He felt the blood pound through his thighs. He felt his heart pumping blood across his arms and shoulders, thunder in his head. Everything seemed to give off a misty heat until he wrapped his hand around his daughter’s brass doorknob and realized it was him. Dale turned the knob and swept the door back.
Katie’s bed was wedged into the right corner of her room, lengthwise against the half-open window that gazed over the backyard and its midnight trees. At her bed stand there was one dim lamp burning. Katie had changed out of her shorts. She lay on her stomach facing towards the window, tapping at her laptop and bobbing her feet in the air. Her knees were right up against the edge of the bed. Her little toes played with each other as they swayed back and forth. He looked down. His daughter’s round ass shined between the lamp and the moonlight; her shirt had ridden up to her lower back and he could see… everything. She wasn’t wearing panties. Katie’s pink, slippery vagina peeked from between her thighs. Dale nearly groaned aloud at the pain in his groin.
Instead, he called her name. “Katie,” he tried. He took a step inside and closed the door behind him. Could she not hear him? “Katie,” he called again, more insistently. “We need to talk.” He was less than a foot away from her now. The bed was high and its mattress came to just below his waist. When he looked down, because he could not keep his eyes off his daughter’s pale, naked buttocks, he saw the large, dark stain on her evening blue comforter. It glistened against the light of her lamp and spread out from beneath her thighs. He shifted his gaze an inch and saw the light glint off her labia. His daughter wasn’t wet; she was flowing.
Katie continued to type on the laptop, chatting with friends, he could see-though he couldn’t tell what about. She knew he was there. She was ignoring him. But her feet had stopped bobbing absently. Now her toes pressed tightly together. Her whole body, in fact, seemed unnaturally still. Dale reached out-he couldn’t help it-and placed his hands on his daughter’s plump ass cheeks. Katie didn’t make a sound. Her shins pressed against his hard torso; her feet dug at his shoulder. They shook against his skin like young branches in a wind.
Katie stopped typing as her father ran his fingers over her right cheek. He was thinking of the first time he’d admired her butt, caught up under the lustful fluorescence of her cheerleading skirt. Skittishly, he glanced up at her head. She still faced away from him, rigid as a board, the light from her computer screen blue and harsh against her thick curls. He squeezed her with both hands.
His left hand came up to his shoulder where he gripped the sole of her foot. He trailed his fingers down her ankle, loving the hot suppleness of her skin, entranced by the twitching shudder that ran through her body as his palms slid up the back of her knee and gripped the strong flesh between her thigh and buttock. Katie made a very deep whimper that was almost a grunt. He’d never heard his daughter make that noise before. He could feel it originate somewhere inside her belly, maybe deeper. “Katie,” he said, but he wasn’t sure to whom.
Dale leaned forward with muscular passion-his daughter not understanding or afraid, pulled forward-and gripped her hip, pushed his fingers underneath her body, seeking, until his middle finger slipped into the delicate depression of her bellybutton. Katie whimpered again. Dale drew his fingers straight down from there, his body hunched over her, his eyes drinking in the elegant line of Katie’s spine. His finger kept drifting. They stopped at the round cliff of her clitoral hood. Dale raised his eyes from his daughter’s back and looked at the only place he could look: Katie’s computer screen.
She was chatting with a friend. By the screenname it was her longtime best friend Alicia. They’d been chatting since Katie had come upstairs but the last lines made him freeze. On the screen it read:
Katie88honey: had a crazy dream last nite
2006Alicia: wut?
Katie88honey: sleeping and my father came into my room and fucked me.
2006Alicia: omg. thats so gross!!!
Katie88honey: actually it was kind of hot
2006Alicia: rlly?
Katie88honey: hold on. brb
2006Alicia: yer ddad is pretty hot. LOl. j/k
His daughter bowed her head so that he could see. He bowed his head too now and exhaled against her neck. Katie backed up on the bed until he felt her bottom pressed against his manhood. Without thinking Dale slid his hands from her pubes up her flexed stomach and into her shirt until… at last… he cupped Katie’s heavy tit. Katie moaned and it sounded like a growl. Her breast was so distinct and round in his hand. And pert, he realized-the nipples jutted up rather than straight forward and this one was pointed into his palm. It was hard.
He pulled his hand out of his daughter’s shirt and gripped her hip forcefully. He drew his right hand off her ass and gripped the right hip. He finally found his voice. “Katie… Katie, why did you…” He glanced down to the place where his daughter’s vagina met the comforter. It was soaked.
He couldn’t believe how hot she was. He couldn’t believe how hard he was. As his face sunk closer and closer to her ass he tried to come up with any reason his body would respect for leaving, now, and forgetting this. “Katie, your father has to talk to you,” he said.
Katie at last said, “Nnh-hmm,” but that was only just before his lips touched her vulva and she whipped her head back like she’d been electrocuted. Reflexively she strained to her knees and forward but his fingers were like a vice on her ass and he dug in and he pressed his tongue against his little girl’s streaming pussy.
She was sweet. It was utterly unlike any pussy he could remember eating. She tasted sweet, incredibly tangy, and it was pouring into his mouth. Her reflexes jerked her pelvis into a swift 180 and Katie was now mashing her vagina into his face, feeding him her pussy while making no sound at all. That was peculiar because every inch of her toned skin seemed to be rippling now with the force of his hungry suckling. It was only when he took a breath and stood back on his feet that he realized Katie was bent over her mattress, ass up in the air, hands and face pressed into the far side of the bed. She was biting the bed to keep from screaming.
He grabbed her ass forcefully and pulled her to him. She came haltingly, making him reel her in. His pants hit the floor. Dale’s dick was thick. Red. Stiff. Swelling. He smelled his daughter’s vaginal juice strongly on his upper lip.
“Katie, please talk to me,” he said. “Please make me stop.”
He watched Katie shake beneath him. In response she lowered her head and stuck her ass up to him. It was almost obscene. He could see her delicate little asshole. Her toned cheeks stuck straight at him. But there, beneath them, was her quivering pussy and everything inside of him needed desperately to be inside of her. He watched her lay her hands on either side of her head, as if in supplication. The laptop had been batted to the far edge near her pillow. Alicia probably wondered where Katie was. Was she about to be fucked by her father?
He couldn’t do this. His fingers raked the skin of his daughter’s ass and she bobbed rhythmically against his touch. There was something very primal in the way she moved-not speaking-offering her body up to him as if either he or she or both needed only to surrender to this. But this was wrong. This was her beautiful body and mind and it was his daughter for heaven’s sake!
“Katie, I-” He needed to empty his seed so badly. He looked down at her curly blonde head. Her big shirt had crumpled down her back and rested against her shoulder blades. Under her sides he could see her beautiful breasts squashed against the mattress. Her knees, once tucked under her, were now resting against the mattress, her calves and feet sticking over the sides of the bed, on either side of him. Dale groaned. He grabbed her ass forcefully and Katie gave a little shriek of relief. His penis now shuddered just inches from her…
His dick was literally sucked inside his daughter’s pussy. The head of his cock barely brushed against her slit before it glided between her vaginal curtain. The walls of her sex coaxed him inside with a velvety hot ooze. He felt her clench around his dick. Katie came in the exact instant that her father penetrated her. Her words were swallowed by her guttural orgasm.