Dale pulled her away from the wall and dropped her onto the bed. “No, no, no…” she moaned, thinking he would pull out of her. But he didn’t-he kept her locked onto his body even while he plopped her down on the mattress. Her breasts rose and jiggled against her sternum. Her bottom teetered on the edge and she lifted her legs up. One of her pumps tumbled from her toes with a muffled thump. The other dangled uselessly from her ankle and bobbed against his hip.
Dale bent over her, pulling her arms up and watching the way her glutinous breasts shined and stretched with ease, the way they pointed at him with fertile elasticity. In awe, he slid his fingers over her breasts-how had he never noticed this; they haunted him; they taunted him (for a moment he pushed as far into her vagina as she could take and was rewarded by her guttural cry). He pulled her arms higher until she was pinned to the bed and his fingers entangled with hers above her head. Katie squeezed her father’s palms against hers and dragged her feet around his waist. She twisted her hips against him so that his dick rolled and caught inside her.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, squeezing his cock as it glided out of her body.
“Why?” was all Dale could say.
Their eyes were locked, fascinated by the unfamiliar lust in their familiar faces.
“Vanessa told me once she thought you were a nymphomaniac.” She smiled sweetly as he thrust into her for emphasis. “But she’s a psychologist, so…” His dick brushed her g-spot and her nipples got harder. “Wa-I wanted…” Katie leaned back. The farther she leaned, the fuller her breasts loomed in her father’s vision. “To…” she continued. Dale dragged his tongue from the underside of each of Katie’s breasts, pausing at her nipple and then suckling at the other. “Experiment…” Katie gasped and felt a smaller, submissive orgasm surrender to her father’s hot energy.
“I have to cum,” he told her. It wasn’t a warning, it wasn’t a demand. It was a solid fact; one that titillated her and made her body swell with the thought of receiving her father’s semen.
“Mm,” she said, opening her legs wide. “Now.”
“Not inside you,” he groaned.
She pouted. “Don’t-”
“Never inside you.”
She felt him. He was growing thicker and thicker. Without warning, her father pulled out of her and rolled her over. Her waist on the bed, her ass hanging over the side, she suddenly felt him push his dick between her cheeks.
“Anh! Daddy!” she complained. The shaft of his dick was sliding up and down over her callipygian posterior. But that gave her an idea. “Daddy…”
“Unh,” was his reply. He was really close, she thought for a gleeful minute. Would this work?
“Put it inside,” she told him. She spread her hands over the comforter, savoring the weird but insatiable giddiness of feeling her father’s penis rubbing against her butt.
“I-can’t-” he started.
“Not in there, silly,” she intoned. She glanced over her shoulder and then squashed her breasts against the blanket as she reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks. She pulled firmly and exposed herself to him. Her anus.
Dale stared, his dick hanging and twitching in mid-air. He had to-but he couldn’t-
Katie, for her part, had never had a man back there. To be honest, the idea had never appealed to her. Even now she was cautious-but she wanted him to do it. Just this once. “It’s okay,” she told him. “It’s okay.”
Drawn by a lust that now defied all reason, Dale approached his daughter’s rear. Without lubrication, this could be impossible-yet his dick was so coated with Katie’s juices that-
The both groaned as his dick pressed against her delicate asshole. “Th-that’s it, papa,” she coaxed him, trying to relax her muscles enough to let him in. He was big and she was scared.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” her father managed to stammer out, though she could tell that until he burst he would be mostly incoherent. He was about to burst.
Suddenly the head of his dick popped in.
“Oh my God!” Katie growled.
Dale couldn’t believe it. He had just shoved his dick into his daughter’s ass.
“Katie-” He reached out and pressed his hand into the sweat covered small of her back.
“It’s-it’s alright.” Her whole body was shaking. He pushed in a little further but it hurt. “Oh God!” she cried. “Stop!” He did, but only for lack of being able to push in further. “I’m sorry-” she started.
“Katie, I’m going to cum-”
She shut her eyes. “Give it to me, daddy!”
He spurted and ejaculated inside her. Much of it flooded back and leaked down her sweaty crack. She felt him reach between her ass cheeks and jerk himself off. All the while he kept pushing in; but she didn’t scream. She did release her cheeks to clutch at the bed. But her father kept cumming so she endured it, listened to him groan and pleasure himself with her body. “That’s it, daddy,” she whispered. The hot spunk seeped into her rectum. The pain straightened the muscles in her neck and bled up her spine. Even that gave her a sexual release and she rubbed her lonely pussy against the soaked mattress. It was obscene, she realized-she humping the bed corner while her father had his way with her, put his seed in her, practically butt fucked her. And he kept at it until his arm gave out and his dick finally stopped pumping. Finally, gently, he pulled the tip of his penis from her supple ass.
She listened to the sounds of the big man that was her father, his abrupt groan and then the heavy breath. Before there had been a window that came between their afterglow. What now? He kneeled down and tried to untie the shoe from her ankle. Then, cautiously, he reached up and rubbed her behind, his fingers massaging her.
He helped her up onto the mattress. She sat on the bed and squirmed a little, feeling his ejaculate worm its way between her cheeks. Her toes played with his fingers as he loosened the strap of her pump. Then he rubbed at the red mark it had dug into her skin.
They showered quietly together. In her bare feet she came up to his chest, which was unusual for her being so tall. She was still quite leggy, which her father remarked on absently as he soaped her knees and buttocks and showered kisses on her clitoris. But of course that set her off again and soon she was happily running her fingers through his hair as he ate her out in the shower and brought her to orgasm with the billowing heat of the spray making her nipples zing.
When he’d finished with her he made special care to wash her delicate privates and especially her behind, leading a queer but pleasant soapy excursion into her ass.
The whole time she gazed hungrily at his erection as it proudly swayed away from his body. Once they’d finished washing each other and there were a few wet towels on the floor she squeezed him playfully.
“What do you want?” she teased.
“I want you to get on your knees,” he said.
“You don’t make mommy get on her knees.”
“You’re not mommy.”