Chapter 7
Ann's father was drunk. And, despite his condition, horny. Helen, his wife, was out of town visiting her sister, who was in the hospital, and Steven was spending the night with a friend. Ann was upstairs.
It was eight o'clock and Ann's father, Jerry, was sitting in the living room, a glass of straight whiskey in his hand. He was depressed. Things weren't going well at the office; he and Helen were arguing more than ever; she even refused to sleep with him.
The man rubbed his crotch and sighed, feeling his cock growing as he thought of his daughter. He had seen her naked fleetingly as she rushed from the shower to her room the night before, her wet towel trailing behind her. She hadn't noticed her father coming up the stairs. He had seen her nude for only a moment, and then had just smiled and forgotten about it. But, in his stupor, he found himself dwelling on the scene, seeing her naked body with its finely pointed tits and her bushy mound of pubic hair.
He rubbed his crotch and his hand trembled.
He realized his thoughts were becoming too dangerous for comfort. He was imagining his daughter helpless on her bed, while he stood towering above her, as naked as she, cock hard and pulsating, ready to mount her.
"Oh Christ," he said under his breath. The more he thought of Ann's naked body, the more excited he became, and the more willing to actually do what he had been imagining he'd like to do.
His prick was rock-hard inside his pants. He downed the rest of the whiskey and walked slowly toward the stairs. Then, steadying himself on the banister, he walked deliberately upstairs, determined to fuck his daughter. He wasn't stupid; he knew of his daughter's reputation with boys. He hadn't discussed this with Helen, knowing full well his wife wasn't at all aware of Ann's questionable reputation and was, in fact, a very naive person. She would never dream her daughter could be that way.
Jerry knew otherwise. Just rumors, a word overheard here, another there, enough for the man to put two and two together, even have several names, boyfriends of Ann's-men in their young twenties.
"Fuck it all," he mumbled under his breath, desiring only one thing-to screw Ann. To hell with the consequences. He didn't give a damn. He was drunk and he didn't give a damn.
He knocked on his daughter's door.
"Daddy?" her voice sounded.
He straightened himself up, trying to restrain the shaking in his hands, his cock stiff and aching. "Yes," he said. He suddenly felt very lightheaded-lucid even, not really drunk at all.
"Okay. Just a minute." The door opened. Ann was dressed in a short cotton nightie. She was getting ready for bed, having been exhausted by too much sex in the afternoon, before Steve had gone to his friend's for the evening.
"Okay if I come in?" her father said, his voice only very slightly slurred, but Ann suspected something was funny. Her heart gave a lurch.
"Sure!" she said brightly.
He sat on her bed and patted the spot next to him. She went and sat next to him. "Is there something wrong, Daddy?" she asked.
"Yes and no. I've been meaning to talk with you for some time. About your boyfriends. I know all about it. Your reputation-how you've fucked practically every boy in the school, and then some!"
"Daddy!" Ann blushed, trembled.
"But I didn't come up here to lecture you. If you want to fuck every boy in school that's your business, just as long as you don't get pregnant, and so far your batting average seems pretty good. I guess you know what to do in that department...." He put his hand on her thigh, moving it up to her crotch and over her crotch, pressing down between her legs, making her moan unconsciously. She regretted it immediately. He took it as a sign of consent.
"Now I think it's time you had a real man to fuck, not some fucked-up teenage boy!"
"Daddy ... Daddy don't! Please, ohhh Jesus ... Jesus!"
His hand was under her nightie, under the pajama panties, fingers gripping her hair, then descending into her flaming honey pot. She opened her legs and leaned on her father.
"Ohh Daddy, we mustn't!"
"You really can't resist, can you? I can see why you've got the reputation you do." He finger-fucked her, embracing her with his free arm and kissing her, sending his tongue deep down inside her mouth. She sucked his tongue, while his fingers made her burst inside, a flood of juice streaming down her fuck channel.
"God, it's been so long since I last fucked," he moaned. "Jesus, I've almost forgotten what it's like with my cock in a woman's pussy. God, you've got a nice hairy cooze. My own sweet little daughter. Your mother's a bitch, won't fuck me. Christ you're wet! Pull my cock out, for Christ's sake!"
She did as he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick cock. It was the thickest cock she'd ever seen. It filled her hand!
"Daddy, you're so big!" she cooed, melting as his fingers made her climax.
"Suck it, Ann sweetheart, suck it!" They both positioned themselves comfortably on Ann's bed and he quickly took off her nightie, her pointed tits in his mouth as he squeezed them.
"You're so fucking nice," he said, his voice gruff and excited.
He helped her take off his shirt and pants. They lay naked, two pale bodies, his very hairy, his thick prick sticking out, his balls pulsating and heavy with cum.
"Ohh Daddy, we mustn't!" She took his cock in her hand and brought her lips down to it.
He smiled in delight, humping into Ann's face, his thick prick making her gag as she sucked, his cockhead pounding against the roof of her mouth. His hands were all over her body. He reached down and grabbed her steaming vagina, making her squeal with pleasure as he massaged her vulva, reaching inside with three fingers and finger-fucking her with quick, short jabs, right against her clitoris.
The effect was almost instantaneous. She let out a wail of pleasure and came, her eyeballs rolling in their sockets, his cock out of her mouth. "Oh, oh, OHHHHH!" she growled, panting for breath.
She was so pale and soft and shapely. Sweat glistened on her body. The odor of her juices drifted upward from her dripping vagina. He breathed in deeply, becoming almost intoxicated by her aroma. He pulled his fingers out of his daughter's young cunt and spread her legs apart.
"Now," he said, almost to himself, and Ann saw him position his cock next to her twat. She reached down and grabbed his balls, caressing him. He pushed her hand away and quickly, effortlessly, mounted her, his cock slamming hard into her. She screamed, raking his back with her nails. He was so fucking thick! Thicker than any other cock she had ever experienced!
"Daddy, it hurts!"
"You're not a virgin, for Christ's sake! It won't hurt for long. Shit, you are a tight little cunt. What have you been fucking-pencils?"
He rammed deep inside her, making her sting and throb and hurt all over. But, true to his word, the pain began to abate, leaving in its wake a growing sensation that could only be described as ecstatic pleasure. It rose up in intense waves from Ann's dripping gash, enveloping her completely.
"OHHH DADDY!" she cried, writhing and jerking, lost in a world of pure cunt sensations.
"That's it! Now that's my little girl. Bitch ... fucking little beautiful bitch! Christ, you can fuck after all. That's it, shove, make it work, baby, that's it, you CAN fuck, you little pussy! Shit you're good! Never thought my little girl could get so excited!"
"AGGGRHHHHH! UMMPPHH! OHHHH! ARRUMMPHH! YAHHHHH!"
"Can you feel me, sweetheart?" he mumbled in her ear, about to shoot his cum load. "Is it good, baby? Tell Daddy, is it damn good?"
"SHIT, YESSS! FUCKING SHIT!"
He fucked her, becoming tired quickly, the booze wearing him out. He slammed into her again and again, feeling his balls tighten and get ready to let loose. He moaned, gyrating his hips, creating a delicious friction of his cock against her cunt walls.
She screamed in ecstasy, in seventh heaven! She climaxed again and again and again, head spinning, tears running down her cheeks.
"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!"
"Here it comes, sweetheart ... shit I can't believe this! Fuck it's GOOD!"
She arched her back and accepted hit hot wads of cum. His cock jerked inside her again and again, sending wad after thick creamy wad of fuck sauce into her steaming vagina.
They both howled and moaned and growled in ecstasy, his balls tightening as his cock spewed cum. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him, humping back at him as he slammed into her.
There was for Ann climax after climax. A never-ending assault of pleasure, leaving her as limp as an old dishrag when her father finally stopped, panting beside her, his cock slipping limply out of her.
They looked each other in the eye. Hers were dreamy and soft, as if her eyeballs had melted partially in their sockets. His were sleepy, yet aroused, excited.
He kissed her cunt. Then his tongue darted out and she moaned, opening her thighs wide. At the same time he inserted his middle finger up his daughter's rectum, slamming it up and then stroking her furiously until she was first in shock from the pain, then giddy with tingling pleasure as he reamed her out.
He was so forceful! So knowing! Her body was like clay in his hands!
"You're wonderful!" she panted gratefully. "Just super!"
"Mmm...." was all he could reply. He hadn't eaten beaver this good since he was Ann's age, when he had been fucking girls left and right. Ann tasted so sweet-young and sweet as candy!
She grabbed her sheets and grimaced, biting her lower Up. Then she sighed and came, a tremendously intense orgasm ripping through her young supple body.
"So good...." he slurped, his face covered with her cream. It dripped off of his Ups as he thrust his tongue in and out of her creamy twat. She tasted incredibly delicious!
Ann's father felt like a kid again, electrified by the sudden rush of desire that had assailed him in the living room and propelled him into action. Fire burned brightly in his loins. He was still drunk; he knew that despite his feelings of strength and lucidity he might well collapse from exhaustion! He wasn't used to such a workout, especially at the hands of his near-hysterical sixteen-year-old daughter.
She was an absolute delight. She fucked like a wildcat! He came inside her with a rush like all the winds of the earth, more intense than he ever imagined an orgasm could be. Had hs enjoyed that much searing pleasure when he had been younger? he wondered. He couldn't recall. And it had been so long since he had fucked his own wife, Ann's mother.
But his daughter was making up for that lapse of sexual activity now, more than making up for the lonely nights, his wife not saying a word to him, refusing his attempts to have sex with her.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she sobbed, her body twisting this way and that, squirming like a snake under him, her pale body glinting with sweat, as if it were a liquid coat of diamonds! Her words rang in his head, exciting him, giving him renewed strength. He panted for air, his lungs feeling as if they would burst at any moment.
He turned Ann over on her stomach and parted her buttocks.
Her ass was so lovely, so smooth and well-shaped! He parted her buttocks and saw her arse hole. It was moist and red, opening and contracting like an eye. He reached under her and she lifted up her ass. He slipped two fingers up her cunt, watching them slip wetly in and out of her dripping snatch. She squealed, a wild grin on her face. She moaned into her pillow, her ass wiggling ecstatically.
"Ever get fucked in the butt, sweetheart?" he asked, still panting wildly, his heart feeling as if it were about to bust. He couldn't take his eyes off her winking eye-like asshole.
"Yes, Daddy, yes, I have. Do it to me now. You're so thick it'll feel great! I can almost feel you inside me now." She reached around to grope for his erect prick.
"Oh baby, if I knew you were like this!" he moaned, grabbing her ass cheeks and kneading them like dough, becoming almost excruciatingly aroused, his cock painfully erect, his balls aching for release.
He took hold of his cock and pressed the tip of it against her asshole. She relaxed her ass muscles and with renewed pressure he slipped slowly inside her. His immediate instinct was to pound the rest of his cock right up her butt, but instead he allowed her ass muscles to pull him up into her slowly, gently. He didn't want to hurt her. She was so beautifully tight!
She sighed and closed her eyes. He pulled her ass right to him, his cock slipping all the way to the hilt. Only his balls showed, hairy and plump with cum.
Then he started rhythmically to slam into her, sighing and groaning with pleasure, feeling it in every pore, every square inch of his flushed skin. He felt like crying out loud! He wanted to have every part of her at once-her cunt, her tits, her ass, her thighs.
"Daddy, yesss! Yesss! That's it! Ohhh God, I knew it would be this good! I just knew it! AggrhhhhrnT!"
"You sweet tight little bitch," he moaned under his breath, his hands roaming around her chest and belly, combing through her pubic hairs, playing with her hanging tits.
"Ohhh shit, it's like having a hot poker up my ass!" she bellowed. "I love U! I love you, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
It was exquisite pleasure! His daughter's asshole was steaming, the inner muscles and membranes fighting to take hold of his thick member and pull it up into her shit channel. He slammed into her again and again, all the while finger fucking her cunt, the two motions merging into one tremendous sensation inside Ann's young body.
"OH GOD!" Ann cried, throwing her head back. "OH DADDY!"
His hand was working furiously inside her vagina. She could feel herself creaming like mad, as if something inside her had burst, letting her juices all flood out of her. She climaxed, shuttering spasmodically, screaming, screaming....
Then her father came, triggering off another orgasm which left the sixteen-year-old girl breathless, and shimmering in ecstasy!
"Oh so fucking sweet and tight," her father exclaimed, rotating his ass, sending more wads into her. Then he stopped. And pulled out his limp member. He was exhausted.
Ann lay stretched on her bed, unable to move. There was a dull ache in her rectum, but she was able to ignore it, reveling in the pleasure she had just received, knowing her father had enjoyed the same intense feelings.
"Have to get to bed...." he said sleepily, the booze taking its toll. He got unsteadily to his feet, his limp cock dangling between his legs and started to dress. He nearly ripped his pants getting into them, then drunkenly mumbled, "Ohh, fuck it!" and walked out of his daughter's room, clothes jumbled up in his arms, as if nothing had ever happened between them.
Ann couldn't help giggling. Her father looked like a clown! He left the door open behind him. Ann closed it, walking back to her bed and lying naked on top of it, her palm lightly resting on her glistening muff.
She wondered what her father would say to her in the morning!