Chapter 6
Arnold remained on the bed for a while, after Beverley had departed.
He was feeling comfortable - well fucked and content. His prick was still fat but flexible. He gave his cock a couple of hand-strokes, his palm and fingers sliding slightly on the greasy tube, just to see if he might be in the mood to jack off. But his wife's pussy had done the job well enough, and his prick didn't react to the strokes, other than to tingle and quiver just a bit.
Satisfied that his balls were emptied for a while, the man got up and, damp with sweat and sticky with cum and cunt juice, decided to take a shower.
He thought that there was no one else in the house and headed down the hallway naked, his slimy prick swinging before him like an elephant's trunk.
He actually walked right past the open door to his little girl's bedroom before he did a double take, stepped back and looked in. "Fucking hell!" he gasped. Honey was naked atop her bed, her shapely thighs parted; her juicy little pussy and stiff-tipped tits naked to his eyes. He stood there, as if struck dumb. The girl was breathing with the gentle regularity that implied she was sleeping. Why the kid should have worn her sunglasses when she lay down for a nap was a mystery, but her father was much too intrigued by the sight of her splendid young body to wonder about it. His eyes were popping out and his jaw was hanging open and, naturally, his cock and balls began to react to the visual stimulation. It always turned him on to gaze at her nubile charms. But to see her stark naked, asleep and vulnerable, was driving lances of lust through his loins.
He was sorely tempted to enter the girl's bedroom and enjoy a closer look.
To the man's credit, that was all that he intended - just to look. But then he grated his teeth and rolled his eyes, as if in torment. His conscience was struggling with his lustful id, his dark desires were wrestling with his inhibitions.
He forced himself to turn and walk away.
On the bed, eyes wide open behind the dark glasses, his daughter gave a little sigh of disappointment.
But Arnold took only two steps, halted, shuddered violently - and turned back to her door.
Honey sighed again, with satisfaction this time.
For a long minute, the man just stood there in the doorway, admiring her from afar. His cock was coming up in a series of short, sharp jolts.
She looked at his handsome face, loving the way that lust and longing were registering in his expression and delighted that she could excite him so much.
Then her secretive gaze dropped down to his loins and she watched his cock stiffen. The enormous fucker was sticking straight out now, parallel with the floor, the cock-knob aimed at her like a rifle. Then, as she stared at his prick, it lurched up to a higher angle, standing tall before his belly - still aimed at her, but like a howitzer at full trajectory now.
Arnold was still struggling with his instincts. But the girl was sound asleep, he told himself. As long as she had no idea that her father was looking at her, it could do no harm.
And since he was looking at her, anyhow, it was no more wicked to move closer to her, right?
Holding his breath, Arnold moved barefoot and silent into her room and up beside the youngster's bed.
He stood there, looking down. His cock was standing so high that he seemed to be looking at her across the knob, as if it were a gunsight.
Honey was having difficulty in controlling her breathing. She felt like moaning and panting heavily as she basked in his gaze. She managed to inhale and exhale with the rhythm of slumber, but her breath was coming faster. Her sweet tits were rising and falling and the rosy tips were swelling. She hoped he would think she was dreaming.
Arnold trembled, moving his eyes up and down her naked, nubile body. He looked at her lovely tits, capped by those taut pink nipples, then down her slim belly and into her groin.
Her cunt slot was peeled open. Under her downy vee, the girl's pussy gash was flowing like a swampy waterfall in a tropical jungle.
He groaned, clenching his fists and his teeth, swaying back and forth on trembling legs.
He was certain that Honey was asleep. If her eyes had been open hehind those opaque glasses, the girl would certainly have reacted to his presence, he figured. As her rate of breathing increased, he could only conclude that she was having an exciting sort of dream - maybe even an erotic dream, he speculated.
His hand moved to his prick.
He was going to have to jack off, anyhow.
Since Honey was sleeping and unaware of what he was doing, he rationalized that it was no more depraved to jack off while he stood over her than to do it later, simply remembering how she had looked sprawled out naked on her bed. It would make him feel no more guilty and ashamed to beat his meat over the sight of the girl than it would over the memory.
And if his cum splashed on her belly and tits - well, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
His fist wrapped around his cockshaft at the hilt, tugging back and skinning the cock-knob out in a flared slab. A low growl rumbled deep in the man's throat and his face twisted savagely.
He gave his prick a pump. His daughter stirred in her sleep. Her slim thighs opened a bit wider and she bridged gently, thrusting her stiff-tipped tits up higher. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue showed.
Arnold groaned in exquisite agony. On a sudden impulse he could not resist, he dipped at the knees and angled his cock down over her. Very gently, he touched the swollen purple slab of his cockhead against a plump nipple. A glob of pre-cum slid from the open cleft and ran greasily onto her tit tip. He moved his prick across and touched the dribbling cocktip against her other perky nipple.
Now Honey was panting and whimpering openly.
Her father could only assume that the girl's dreams must be coming to a peak.
He knelt on the bed beside her, careful not to disturb her by rocking the springs. He nudged his big cock into the smooth cleft between her tits and frigged up, spilling out a slimy track of cock-lube in her cleavage.
Then he dragged his cockhead down her belly, dipping it into her belly button, then rubbing the foaming prick-knob into the downy fur of her pussy mound.
His ass and hips shifted down and he held his prick out into her crotch. He brushed the slimy cocktip against her swollen clit and wiped it in her cunt slot.
The youngster's pussy unfurled into a wide oval and a few gooey drops of fatherly fuck-juice streaked the pink pussy folds.
Honey tilted her loins up. With the head of his cock in her pussy slot, she was hoping that he would lose all control and shove it up her.
But he drew back out and knelt beside her again.
He was sweating and gasping and trembling.
The temptation to fuck his innocent little daughter was almost overwhelming, and Arnold knew that he had to drain off his cum-load quickly, before he lost all willpower and went too far.
He began to pound his prick savagely.
Honey's sleek flesh was burning for the spunky shower, and she was yearning for a bath from his balls.
She squirmed in anticipation, shoving her tits up, tilting her groin higher - and opening her mouth wide, lapper curling out over her lower lip.
Her eyes were bright as stars behind the dark glasses as she stared at the glossy head of her father's prick, waiting for it to spurt cum all over her.
Arnold's fist flew up and down frantically as he jacked himself to the crest. The man was so aroused by the situation that he soared towards the peak almost at once. His cock was swelling massively and his balls were as full and round and solid as melons.
He gasped, and she knew it was coming.
Then his steaming hot jism came squirting from his cock-knob in a torrent.
The first heavy spurt splashed on Honey's tits, swirling around the stiff nipples and seeping into her deep cleavage.
Her daddy turned his hips, playing his cum-gushing prick over her torso like a fire extinguisher. His milky cock foam splattered on her belly and hips. Then he hosed her cunt bush with a spurt. His cock cream coated her pussy mound and dribbled on down into her crotch, blending with her seepage.
"Oh - oh - ooooh!" Honey was moaning.
Her father turned again, spraying his cum back up her torso. A dose skimmed across the slopes of her tits and cascaded up her breastbone, pooling in the fluttering hollow of the girl's throat as she lay with her face tilted up,
Arnold, grimacing like a fiend in hell, aimed his cockhead into Honey's face and pumped out a gooey geyser. The jism jetted onto her parted lips and soaked her tongue. He groaned at the sight and his fist jolted back, milking another spurt of jizz into her pretty face.
His last squirt of cum fell on her tits.
Arnold sat back on his heels, panting. His cock diminished and softened slightly, drooping from his fist like a rubber hose.
He stared at the sweet daughter he had defiled.
Her whole torso was soaked with cum, and her face was drenched. She was coated with cum from her downy vee up to her forehead. He seemed stunned by the results of his randiness.
With his white cock cream glazing her suntanned flesh, the girl looked like a frosted gingerbread girl.
Arnold knelt over her, his head lowered as if he were praying at the altar of her slimy body. He shuddered convulsively. He didn't regret what he had done - it had been far too thrilling to suffer any such pangs or remorse afterwards - but he was filled with turbulent emotions. He knew that he must slip away now, before the girl awoke.
But he lingered there still, his legs too shaky to support him, his cock bobbing heavily up and down over her belly, like a divining rod indicating moisture.
A last trickle of cum spilled from his piss hole and slowly unwound in an unbroken string down onto her belly. It shimmered between them, a gossamer thread connecting the head of his cock to her tummy.
When he drew back, that slimy strand of cum stretched out, then snapped. He started to move from the bed. Then his little girl giggled ...