Chapter 4
As he drove home that afternoon, Dane was trying furiously to think of a way to break his and Mona's engagement to the girls.
She had called at the office this morning, and her first words were, "Have you told them yet?"
He grimaced at the phone, mad at being constantly nudged but at the same time knowing he didn't really have a good reason for putting it off. "When have I had time, hon? Give me a break, will you? I'll talk to them this evening . . . Yes, yes, I promise. See you tonight, okay? Bye, babe." He hung up as soon as he could, and had spent the rest of the afternoon trying to compose his .announcement into words.
Telling his daughters that they were about to have a new mother was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
And the trouble was that he couldn't figure out why. Why was it going to be so hard? Why did he dread it so much?
It wasn't really as if the girls wouldn't understand. They were both practically women now. Hell, they'd actually been nagging him to get out and date more for years! In fact, they would probably be delighted to hear that he was getting married again.
So why was his stomach twisting into knots at the thought of telling them As he pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine, a part of Dane's mind knew the answer.
Fatherhood. That was the problem, pure and simple. Too much fatherhood over too many lonely years.
He winced, gripping the steering wheel hard. It didn't really make any damned sense at all. He loved Mona, there was no doubt of that. He loved her every bit as much as he'd loved Madge before her fatal car accident. To be honest, he couldn't think of a nicer fate than to spend a lifetime exploring that luscious body of Mona's.
But Madge's death years ago had done more than steal the woman. It had pushed the responsibility of parenthood doubly on his shoulders, making him both father and mother to his daughters.
The trouble was simply that Dane had gotten used to being both parents. He'd gotten to enjoy it, maybe more than a normal father should.
And now another person wanted into his private domain. An intruder damn it, he loved Mona!- an intruder wanted to take some of that responsibility away, to snatch part of his life from him.
He was jealous!
His wince turned into a pained expression as he faced the fact. No father should be so wrapped up in his daughters' lives that he would run from a beautiful, voluptuous woman like Mona.
Only Mona's persistence had got him to re-awaken all the old, long-smothered emotions long enough to even consider marriage. The worst possible thing he could do now, was to lose his nerve. He had to tell them.
Determined, Dane climbed, out of the car and made for the front door.
A blast of coolness hit him as he strode into the air-conditioned living room, and he groaned at its refreshing tingle. "Wow, it's hot out today! What're you up to, Shari?"
Shari, who was curled on the couch with a magazine in. her lap, smiled as her father flopped down beside her and bent to give her a brief peck on the cheek.
"Hi, Daddy," she said happily. "Oh, nothing much going on around here. Did you get that paperwork done?"
"Uh." Dane nodded, slumping back and unbuttoning his shirt to let the cool air dry his sweaty skin. Then he went on. "Where's Nan? There's something I wanted to discuss with you both."
"She went out riding with Jerry, Shari explained. Then her voice turned quizzical. "What is it? Something important?"
Dane opened his mouth, then shut it. No, this wasn't the time. Maybe later, when he had them both together.
"It can wait," he said, ignoring a twinge of guilt at his cover-up. "Say, have you got some lemonade mixed up? I'm dying!"
Her smile widening, Shari leaped up. "I can get it. You just sit there and relax, Dad. I won't be a moment!"
Dane watched his daughter glide away, once more realizing what a grown woman she was getting to be. The thought was oddly disturbing.
Ever since admitting to himself that he was in love with Mona, he'd been trying to look at his daughters objectively, to see them as the young women they were instead of the children he usually saw them.
That new perspective had come as a shock, and the shock didn't ease as Shari returned with a brimming glass. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits strained out tautly against her tee shirt, outlining the bumps of her nipples.
He felt his mouth go dry; Even at her age, Shari was already every bit a fully-developed woman, with rounded hips and a swaying-bottom and the kind of tapered legs that could wrap around a man in sheer uninhibited joy.
He broke that unhealthy line of thought, accepting the glass of lemonade she held out. "Thanks, hon."
He gulped it greedily.
Shari stood over him, feeling her cunt burn and itch as she stared in fascination at her father's bare, fur-matted chest. She'd noticed, his once-over glance and the way his eyes seemed to shine as they took in her trim, lithe figure.
Creaming hard at that brief appreciation, she said abruptly, "What you need is a nice relaxing shower, Dad. That-ought to coal you off."
Tempted, Dane set down his empty glass and rose. "You know, I think you may just have a point there. That's exactly what I need. Can you hold down the fort without me a few minutes?"
"Oh, Dad!"
Shari watched him leave, listening. A few moments later, there was a muffled burst of spray from the shower, and the sounds of her father splashing beneath it.
Slipping up the stairs, she rapped lightly on the closed bathroom door. "I'll even get some fresh clothes out for you, okay? How's that for service?"
"Great," he called back, pleased at this sudden burst of attention. "Just lay them out on the bed, hon. I won't be a minute."
Smiling triumphantly to herself, Shari dashed into his bedroom and selected a shirt and slacks, just in case the plan forming in her mind didn't go as expected. Then, neatly laying them on a corner of the bed, she quickly began to shed her own clothes.
"Oh, yeah, that's nice," Dane groaned with pleasure, letting the layer of soap suds slide off him in cool, streaming torrents and again thinking of how Shari had grown up over the past months. It was strange to think of her as a woman now, but the evidence was getting too obvious to ignore.
Filled out almost as much as her older sister, she was no longer the little girl he'd had to care for over the past years. Hell, now she was taking care of her old man! It wouldn't be long before she was dating, and not too long after that before both she and Nan would be getting married and starting families of their own.
Shrugging that unpleasant thought aside, he stepped dripping wet from the shower and began to towel himself dry, more relaxed and refreshed than he'd been all day.
Then, with the damp towel clinging about his middle, he went into the bedroom to change.
Shari heard him coming. Shivering with excitement, she stood waiting as his footsteps approached, posed just the way she wanted him to find her.
Dane had taken several steps into the room before he realized he wasn't alone. In those first instants, he had entered the bedroom and jerked the towel from his waist, slinging it up to cover his still-wet hair.
He was absolutely nude with the towel draped over his head when he saw his daughter standing in the center of the room.
Half-turned with her back to him, Shari didn't seem to hear him come in. Her jeans lay in a heap on the floor by her feet, and as Dane stared she was just shrugging out of her tee shirt.
He froze, throat constricting at the sight of her firm, jutting ass and bouncing tits as they sprang free, their pink tips straining out.
Unable to move, Dane couldn't seem to make his voice work as she let the tee shirt fall and casually turned to face him.
"Daddy!" Pretending surprise, Shari let her eyes go wide. But she didn't miss the spectacle of her father's big, dangling prick, its fat length already stirring in reaction just as she'd hoped it would.
Not trying to cover herself, she uttered a little laugh. "I didn't know you'd be done so soon. But it sounded like you were having such a nice time I thought I'd take a shower too. That's okay, isn't it?"
"I ... " Dane had difficulty speaking. His gaze went up and down Shari's body as if he'd never seen it before-which he hadn't, really. At least not like this, not since she'd started blooming out. Coming to rest on the trim blonde thatch of curls that hid her pussy, his eyes couldn't help giving him away.
"Christ," he murmured in a husky whisper. Then, jerking back to reality, he added, "Uh, I mean, of course it's okay. But you could at least have given me some warning, babe. I'm not exactly used to finding nude women in my bedroom, you know!"
In the midst of trying to laugh the incident off, he realized, for the first time, that his prick was standing up as stiff as a board, pointing directly at the blonde hair that clad her cunt.
Hastily, he jerked the towel back down, for what little good it did. The wet material clung to his rigid cock, outlining its hardness to make his hard-on even more apparent.
Shari felt her pussy creaming furiously in response. "I didn't mean to upset you, Dad. It was just kind of an impulse. There's nothing wrong, is there?"
Dane shook his head, not missing the mischievous light shining in her eyes. "Not a thing. Now scoot, go take your shower and leave your poor old dad in peace to enjoy his heart attack."
Shari laughed, growing courageous at his joking attitude. They often joked together and now she saw the chance to carry their joke a step further. She stared blatantly at his swollen cock, and her voice turned teasing. "What's the matter, Dad? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
"More than you know," he admitted, his face going red. "Now go take your shower, so I can get dressed."
But she had no intention of leaving now. Instead, her expression turned more mischievous.
"I'll bet I know what you're embarrassed about, but it's okay. After all, I've seen you without clothes before. You don't have to be shy in front of me. I'll show you!"
Suddenly, her hands darted out and caught the towel, jerking it from Dane's grasp.
"Hey!" He automatically grabbed for it, but she danced away, waving it like a flag.
"See, there's nothing to be embarrassed about! Anyway, it's too late now. If you want your old towel, you'll just have to get it!"
Joining in her innocent game despite misgivings, Dane started forward. "I'll show you what's too late, young lady!"
Delighted at his playful reaction, Shari gave a little shriek and scampered across the room, Dane after her. What had begun as an uncomfortable scene was now no more than one of their usual little chase-and-scuffle games, and that was how he preferred it. Or, at least, so he tried to believe as he reached for the screaming girl.
Laughing and dodging, she raced around and leaped on the bed as if in an attempt to escape him and reach the door.
That was where she let him catch her, one of his hands seizing her ankle.
Caught up in their play, Dane tumbled on top of his squirming daughter as he lunged for the towel, chuckling. "Now I've got you! And we'll see who's. . ."
His voice broke as Shari wiggled under him, her tits heaving against his chest and legs parting wide to encompass his body. His prick was gouging against her buttery-wet cunt, stiffer than ever and throbbing now with almost insatiable need
"What's wrong, Dad?" Seeing the realization in her father's face Shari wiggled purposefully, gushing hot juice as his lovely, big prick dithered between her thighs. "You're not going to stop now, are you?"
With an effort Dane found his voice. It was cracked and hollow. "Uh, I think I've shown you enough for one day. Let's call it a draw, okay?"
He moved to get up, but Shad's hands shot out, catching one of his wrists as he pulled away.
"You're not mad at me, are you? I . . . I was just playing..."
Unexpectedly he found his captured hand dangling just over her ripe pussy, fingers brushing the fluffy mound of her blonde curls.
Dane knew he should jerk his hand away. But at the same time he wanted very much to keep it there, wanted to stretch his fingers and plow them through her soft, golden cunt fur, wanted to explore that scrumptious, young woman's pussy the way any man would have wanted to.
The intensity of the thought frightened him, and he tried to push it aside. "I'm afraid we're both getting a little old for games these days, baby. Now if you'll just go take your shower and let me-"
He started to rise, but Shari held his hand defiantly, letting her legs slip wider apart. "I didn't mean to make you mad, Daddy. I was just having fun. See?"
Despite himself, Dane's gaze slipped to the widespread pussy just beneath his fingers. The sight of her cunt took his breath away. Pink and moist with fluffy lips parted like an open mouth, his daughter's glistening cunt seemed to beg for attention. He couldn't resist when she tugged his hand down, bringing it lightly to rest against her pussy slit.
"I'd never do anything to make you mad," she said in a husky voice that was a mixture of child and woman, rubbing the backs of his fingers along her creaming pussy. "It's all right if we just keep playing a little more, isn't it?"
"I . . . " He couldn't answer. He felt wet slickness pressing to his fingers, smelled the tangy scent of aroused womanhood in the air, and realized, for the first time, that he was being seduced by his own daughter!
But the realization came too late. Now his fingers were moving of their own accord, making
Shari gasp as they stroked her luscious cunt and slipped between her pussylips to push them apart, clearly exposing her pussy slot and hooded clit.
"Yeah, it's all right," he heard himself say. "We'll play just a little bit more, baby . . . oh . . ."
The temptation was too much. With a muffled groan of surrender, Dane plunged down, burying his face between her thighs.
"Ahhh!" Shari cried as her father's tongue lashed out, sliding along her pussy crevice and lapping up the fountain of juice that ripped from her. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so nice . . . ohhh!"
All resistance vanishing beneath a hunger like nothing he had ever known before, he tongued her slick, hard clit and stabbed up her pussy hole to collect the fountain of hot cunt cream pouring from her pussy. Even as he slid his tongue in Shari's pussy he could feel his prick throbbing with need, aching to fuck his daughter.
"Unnhh!" she cried, gyrating up to his mouth as he began to tongue-fuck her in earnest, reaming out her tight cunt and driving his slippery wedge in with stiff, unmerciful strokes.
"Yes, Daddy, yes, that feels so good, faster, oh, faster pleeeeease!
"Uummff!" Dane's muffled groan was a sound of sheer joy as he plunged deep into his daughter's hunching pussy and drank up her floods of sweet, precious cunt juice. As if a wall had been torn down inside him, he attacked her cunt furiously, bringing her to climax.
The first soaring spasm arched Shari's body like a bowstring, and she wailed, "Yes! Yes, oh I.. I'm coming! Eat me harder, Daddy! Harder! Ahh! Ahhhh!"
She surged in climax again and again, sobbing and begging for more.
That was when the ache in Dane's cock grew too great to bear. In one swift motion, he pulled his head from between her soft, wet thighs and climbed forward, grunting in his throat. "Don't worry, honey. You'll get lots more now.."
An eager pair of hands grabbed his prick, and even as he lurched down, she was guiding his prick straight to her cunt, heaving up to take his cock.
The full weight of his body crashed down, and he felt his cockhead slip between hot, melting pussylips and spear into her cunt, making the girl writhe in a panting mixture of pain and ecstasy.
For a moment, there was a sharp tearing sensation deep inside Shari as her father's massive prick finished the job he had begun only this morning. Then the pain vanished beneath a wave of pleasure as he thrust again, ripping her tender cuntlips apart and inching his cock deeper.
"Ohh, oh, Daddy, that feels good, put all of your cock into me! Hurry. Hurryyyy!"
Arched in frenzied fulfillment, she drove herself onto his prick until every bit of his cock was totally inside her, crammed, in her tight pussy hole. Instantly, she began to hunch up, matching Dane's thrusts as he fucked his prick hilt-deep and groaned aloud at the uninhibited lust that, now overwhelmed him.
"Take it, baby! Take it real nice, yeah, fuck yourself on my prick like a good girl."
Christ, Shari!" Whimpering, she lunged up to take all of her father's fucking cockmeat as ht fucked her with a rhythmic motion that quickly increased its friction until they were both thrashing on the bed in absolute bliss.
Shari had never before felt anything like the eruption of completion that tore through her now. She climaxed in swelling bursts of release on his ramming cock, purring as an unending chain of orgasms had her bouncing up in absolute oblivion.
At the same time, Dane wrenched down, his cock exploding in his daughter's cunt and geysering hot spurts of prick cream deep into her.
"Daddyyyyy!" she cried with open joy as cock-juice filled her pussy, blast after steaming blast flooding her cunt hole and overflowing. Sobbing and lurching up on his jerking prick, she took in every drop and kept hunching until the last tremors of satisfaction had been soaked from them both.
Then, when they slumped in gasping unison, she giggled. "Oh, that was good! Umm ... you see? I told you not to be embarrassed!"
"Oh, shit . . . " Coming down to reality once more, Dane felt his shriveling, limp cock slide from his daughter's cunt with a wet, slurping sound.
That was when the first twinge of guilt pushed its way in, making him roll away and pull a rumpled sheet over his reddened cock. "Okay, you proved your point. Now will you go take that shower, so I can get dressed?"
Undaunted, Shari leaned over and kissed him before sliding out of bed. She paused, standing over her father with a knowing smile. "That was the best game of all. And now we can play all the time, can't we?"
Dane's face went red, and his mouth opened wordlessly. What was a man supposed to say when he'd just fucked his daughter?
"We'll see. Now scoot before Nan gets home." He watched as she happily left the room, her firm asscheeks swaying assuredly.