Balls drained, feeling empty but relieved by magnitudes he hadn’t thought possible, he walked, slowly, back to the couch. There was, as always, a slight tingle in the backs of his hands and the small of his back, and even in his satisfied (but not quite satiated) balls, a desirous tingle that pressed against the underside of his brain like fingertips imbued with static shocks, crisp snaps that fired at his imagination dark and greedy desires, but he refused to give in to them. He’d sit, on the couch, and wait for Angela to finish in the bathroom. Once she did, he’d go in, clean himself, and go back to sleep. That would be the end of this already salacious night. That would be the end of it, he promised himself.
But Katie, of course, knew otherwise. She was waiting for him in her doorway, just waiting, without the lights turned on but her body clear in the moonlight. Dale stopped by the couch. Katie was a living silhouette, and as she came forward her curves, her tall, graceful features, came into focus.
His daughter’s curls were resplendent, even having been slept on (though Dale wondered if she’d actually been sleeping), and they framed her head in rich, silky ringlets.
Her legs were bare, her smooth skin looking like it had been oiled. The pale sheen of her shins and athletic thighs went all the way up to a pair of sinfully sheer panties. Dale stared at them. She might as well have not worn the panties at all. He could see the bare slit of her shaved pussy straight through the fabric, even in the dark room. His eyes traveled up (and his cock did the same) to her cut abdominals, the innocuous bellybutton, to the two plump dewdrops that sank from beneath a small, loose top that had no other function than to titillate. The bottom of the baby-t had been cut away so that the ripe undersides of Katie’s breasts fell free to expose everything up to her nipples.
Her nipples were still hidden by the barest margin of shirt, but Dale badly wanted to reach out and brush it away, and see them, let them harden in his palms. He couldn’t help wondering how they would swell beneath his touch, her back arch to offer them fully to him for his enjoyment. The rest of the shirt was cut down the middle to show off Katie’s bra-less cleavage. Her mouth, her full lips puckered in mute enjoyment of his inspection.
“I don’t know if it’s because you own it… or because you know you shouldn’t touch it… but no one stares at my body the way you do,” she said evenly, stopping less than arm’s length away from him in front of the couch.
“I don’t own you,” Dale said quietly, his eyes now locked on to her dazzling eyes.
“You made it,” she said. Her eyes fell on Angela’s closed bathroom. The sounds of her washing were almost loud in the apartment in the dead of night. “Did you have fun?” she whispered.
“Katie…”
“Shh-sh, daddy,” she whispered. “I don’t want to play that game tonight. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” She reached down and took his hand, which was still so big compared to hers, and glanced at his cock, already rising from his legs. She smirked. “You’re just like me. You can never get enough.”
She turned and tossed her hair. Once they crossed the threshold of her door, she let go of his hand, and shut it behind them. Then she flicked the dull light on in her bathroom. “Unless it’s the right person. Of course then I just want it more and more.”
The shower had a place for one person to sit, and she led him to that. She sat him down on it. He, meanwhile, could only watch in silence. It was too late to argue, and he couldn’t help himself from drinking in her confident, heavenly body, her cool, measured voice. The smoldering lust that danced just behind her eyes.
Katie twisted a knob on the shower fixture and unhooked the nozzle from its placement above the stall. She pulled a hand cloth off the side of the shower, then turned the H knob until a light, warm drizzle spilled from the shower head.
Katie got down gingerly to her knees, still wearing the panties and cut up t-shirt, and lightly trailed the shower head over her father’s sticky penis. “Too hot?” she asked. Her eyes flitted up at him. He shook his head.
She worked it in a rhythm. She’d spray his penis with the weak stream coming from the shower head, then she’d wipe at him with the cloth. She did this gently, without taking him in hand. She took her time, cleansing his foreskin of the fluids of he and Angela’s rough intercourse. Without her ministrations, just the sight of her brought his penis to attention. With the warm bathing, he was growing harder than could soon stand.
“I think Vanessa was right,” Katie continued, her voice betraying no intent beyond making simple conversation. But her hands began to linger over his prick, the strokes of her cloth becoming longer, the weight of her hand becoming heavier and the grip tighter. “We probably are nymphomaniacs… But incest is so taboo… I never thought I could be so… naughty.
“But one day…” Katie rested the cloth on Dale’s thigh and gently drizzled the showerhead over his cock, letting the soap slowly stream down to his balls. “One day Vanessa took this big, big dildo… and she got behind me…” Katie’s eyes trailed from Dale’s tumescent penis to his eyes. “And she said, ‘This is what it feels like to be fucked by your father.'” Katie bit her lip. “She fucked me hard. It hurt – not the way you do it – but it was so big. I had to open my legs wide. And she made me call her ‘daddy.’ Oh, ‘daddy, daddy’ I moaned. It was… I couldn’t get over it. I came so hard.
“Of course, I made Vanessa pay for hurting me. I had her lie flat on the bed and I sat on her mouth, made her eat me out. I rubbed myself over her face, put my hands flat on the bed, told her how horrible she was for doing that to me, making me say that.”
The image of his daughter and Vanessa eating each other out in bed made Dale’s penis fairly unmanageable. Katie eyed it possessively.
“I was attracted to her,” she said. “It was because I knew she could do things to me. Things men couldn’t do. Or at least…” Katie left the cloth on Dale’s leg and slowly, tenderly, drew the tip of her finger down the head of her father’s bulging cock. “… none of the men I knew.”
The thin finger slid down the head of Dale’s penis. It traced the thick vein down the side. “You know, the funny thing is, Angela’s actually a really shy girl.” Dale thought of the way the girl lubed him up and took him into her ass and wondered if that was really true. But how well did any of us ever know our friends and neighbors? he thought. Katie continued to trace the lines of his penis with slow, teasing strokes, watching it shake and twitch at her command. “She hardly ever goes out with a boy unless she really likes him. But she gets so horny. We all do,” she said. “We’ve never done more than make out, but we sometimes help each other get off by telling each other naughty stories. Really naughty stories,” she emphasized, finally wrapping her fingers around his thick cock. She gave one, firm squeeze up towards his head, and made eye contact when she did it.
“So big,” she told him. “So ready.” She let her mouth hang open for one lewd second. “I’d never have believed it… but I imagined it.” She softly flexed her fingers up and down his shaft.
“I guess all girls have a fantasy or two about their fathers. That was Angela’s favorite one. She has more than one or two. I think she really wants her father.” The first bead of precum appeared at the slit of Dale’s cock. Katie worked her grip up towards his head to make it trickle off the round mushroom. It ran down to her thumb, and she used it to smear it back into his skin. The shower head had been left at the shower’s floor, wetting his feet and her knees. Neither one of them paid it much mind. “You know how it is. Your fantasies are always darker than what you’d really do. That’s what makes them fun… taboo… exciting. Wrong.”
Katie removed her hand from her father’s penis and raised it to her face. She met his gaze as she brought her thumb to her lips. She wet the soft pad of it with her tongue, and then sucked it into her mouth. She sucked her thumb clean and then she brought it back to Dale’s cock, wiping her clear saliva over the foreskin.
“So I used to tell her stories about what we’d do. Don’t worry, I made sure she knew they were fantasies. But oh, daddy, she got so hot.” Her delicate fingers squeezed his shaft until the head bulged red in her hand. “I made her so hot that some nights I wondered if she’d make an excuse to leave town and go back home. When she told me the fantasies she’d had, well… I could only imagine what she’d do if she got herself ahold of a real man. An older man. An older man with a big…” Katie lowered her face towards Dale’s lap, “juicy…” he felt her breath warm his wet, hard, “cock…”
His daughter’s mouth swallowed him down to his length. He swung his head back until it knocked the tile of the shower stall. The whole shower seemed to shake. Katie’s tongue lathered up the underside of his shaft, her lips kissing the base of his prick even as his big penis forced its way to the back of her slick, gagging throat. Drool dropped freely when Katie opened her lips wider, and he knew she did it to only further titillate him. The saliva dribbled down to his balls, running over his hairy scrotum in rivulets. She pulled off him and plunged her mouth back down, letting his cockhead tickle her tonsils, working the bulging skin of his penis against her cheeks.
He couldn’t help it, he had to reach up and run his fingers through her golden curls, then gently, push her head down, even deeper. “Suck my cock,” he heard himself gasp.
“Yes, daddy,” she choked. She let out a submissive gurgle and slowly, agonizingly slowly, relaxed her throat and took him further, into her soaking throat.
“Oh my God,” Dale groaned. “Oh my God, Katie.”
He felt his member sliding out of her throat, trailing cum over the back of her tongue and slipping, finally, out the plump lips of his beautiful, teary-eyed daughter. She wiped her face with the back of her arm and smiled crookedly. “Did you like that, daddy?”
“Oh God,” Dale groaned. His prick stood up straight, wet and pulsing. It shined with her copious saliva and he could see more cum mixed with her spit at the corners of her precious lips. Without thinking, he reached for her face, pressing his mouth to hers as they kissed passionately. She twined her arms around his neck while his tongue explored her nimble mouth. She moaned into his kisses. He held her face tightly to his own. “This can’t happen,” he said breaking away from her. “God, Katie, this can’t, can’t happen.”