Chapter 2
It was summer vacation, so the girls stayed home that next day, Monday, while Wes went to work. They got in some housework, some sunbathing, and a lot of talking. The sisters decided that they were tired of being treated like babies. They were old enough to date and old enough to find put all about sex.
"We'll tell Dad when he gets home, Dawn said grimly. "All the other kids get to date, so why not us?"
"Right," Dana agreed bravely.
Rut confronting Dad was something else. First they had to wait while he showered and got himself a beer. He worked hard, and it was only fair to let him clean up and relax a little before laying something heavy on him. But when Wes was finally comfortable in his favorite chair, sipping his beer, his daughters approached him.
"Dad, we'd like to talk to you about something," Dawn said determinedly.
"Sure, honey, what is it?" Wes smiled.
"You two look grim, so it must be important."
"It is, Dad," Dawn went on. "Darla and I feel we ought to be allowed to date. All the rest of the kids our age do."
"Please, Dad," Dana added, "we're old enough now."
Wes scowled. He remembered all too clearly what Dana had said yesterday as he spied on the girls; about how the first thing she'd do on a claw was ask the boy to play with her pussy. Both girls were so horny, they'd never be able to control themselves if they were alone with a boy.
"No way," he growled. "You can do whatever you want when you graduate high school and leave home, but as long as you're living under my roof, you're not allowed to date."
"Oh, Dad, you're so old-fashioned, it's incredible," Dawn burst out angrily.
"I won't have any back talk, young lady,"
Wes snapped. "You can behave, or you can go to your room."
"I'd much rather be in my mom," Dawn said huffily.
She turned and stalked out of the living room. Dana knew where her sister was coming from, but she decided not to let herself get angry. Anger didn't work with Dad. And there still might be a way to change his mind, if she just played her cards right. She would try sweetness instead of confrontation. She eased herself onto Wes's lap and slipped an arm around his neck.
"Dad, please don't be mad at Dawn," she said. "You know she loves you."
"I know, honey, and I love her," Wes sighed. "We'll patch it up after she calms down. I just hope you don't think I'm being too strict about this dating thing. I'm only concerned to do what's best for you girls."
"Sure, Dad," Dana cooed.
She didn't agree with him, but she really wasn't paying too much attention to what he was saying. She was a lot more interested in that big hot bulge she felt under her ass. It just had to be his cock, and she was dying of curiosity. She and Dawn had debated many times about what a cock looks like, but they'd never seen the real thing.
Darla shifted around a little so her ass rubbed directly on Wes's cock. Wes was all too aware of the rubbing action. He figured the innocent girl wasn't aware of what she was doing, but it was getting him very aroused. He tried to shift her weight, but she wouldn't budge. She started kissing his cheek and nibbling his neck, and he fought a rising surge of horniness. He needed to get laid so badly, and his cuddling daughter wasn't helping matters.
"Maybe you better go see if your sister is okay, honey," he said, his voice getting husky with lust.
"Oh, she'll be all right," Dana replied. "I'd just like to sit here with you, Dad. I don't get you all to myself very often."
She wiggled again, rubbing his cock, and Wes almost moaned with lust. He helplessly imagined himself sliding his engorged prick into her fiery-hot virgin fuck hole, and then told himself to knock it off. This was his own kid, a mere baby. He had to be pretty hard up to get the hots for her. Yet he couldn't ignore how lusty she was making him as she cuddled and kissed and snuggled.
"Mmmmmm, you're such a nice Dad," Dana purred.
She slid her mouth onto his, taking him by surprise. Before he could stop her, she'd glided her hot tongue into his mouth, darting it around teasingly. Wes's cock shot into iron hardness. There was no way he could prevent it. It strained at the confinement of his pants, pressing hard against Dana's ass, throbbing with lust.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," Dana sighed.
She could feel his cock growing, getting very hot and hard against her ass, throbbing with readiness. Dana hadn't even realized that cocks could grow, but she sure knew it now. She was dying to get a look at his prick. She broke off the steamy tongue-kiss, slid off his lap to kneel before him, and grabbed for his fly.
"Dana, what in hell are you doing?" Wes gasped.
The kid had taken him by surprise. She was already tugging down the zipper of his fly. "Oh, I just wanta look at your cock, Dad," she said innocently.
"Honey, you can't do that-it isn't right," Wes sputtered.
Dana paid no attention to his protests. No way was she going to pass up a chance like this. She got his pants open, only to discover his jockey shorts, crotch bulging with that tantalizing hard lump. Burning with curiosity, she grasped both pants and shorts and tugged them down till his stiff cock snapped free of its prison. Her dark eyes got huge.
"Oh, my gosh, it's so much bigger than I expected," she said wonderingly.
She and Dawn had figured a cock had to be about the size of a hot dog, but Dad's cock was a lot bigger than that. It was nine inches long and as thick as her wrist, a real monster. Darla stared and stared at it, fanning it with her hot breath, while Wes struggled to recover his self-control. He was so horny, it was unbelievable.
"All right, young lady," he finally managed to say, "that's enough. You go to your room this minute."
"Oh, Dad, I just wanta look," Dana protested. "Looking can't hurt anything.
Wes saw that she wasn't going to move unless he boldly picked her up and carried her. She'd managed to work her way between his legs and was leaning so close that she was actually panting onto his cock. And of course his cock had no conscience. It drooled thick rivers of cream and throbbed violently, aroused by her closeness. Then she reached out and touched it.
"Dana, no." Wes snapped.
Of course she ignored him. "Oooooo, it's hot," she said excitedly, "and, hey, it's moving."
His prick gave a lusty lurch, pushing against her stroking fingers. Dana got really excited over that. It was like his cock had a mind of its own. She ran her fingers up and down the granite column of meat, finding it taut and smooth and fun to touch. His thick cream ran down and wetted her fingers, making her petting slick and fast.
"Honey, that's enough," Wes said weakly.
Dana didn't even hear him this time. She was totally absorbed in exploring his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began to pump it, her palm slippery with his uncontrollably oozing cream. Wes snorted with horniness and shivered. This kid was masturbating him without realizing it, and, he had to stop her.
Yet he said nothing. Her pumping fist felt so damned good, and he was so much in need of a woman, he just couldn't bear to make her stop. He leaned back in his chair and shivered with pleasure as she ran her juice-slick finger up and down the swollen shaft of his prick. It was a thousand times more exciting than doing it himself.
But then not too many men got jacked off by their own teenage daughters. Dana's face was flushed with excitement as she worked her fist faster and faster on his wet throbbing cock. He could tell she was really enjoying it. Wes noticed now that her nipples were hard, poking out saucily under her clinging t-shirt. He wondered if her pussy was wet, then lectured himself not to think such things about his own kid.
But his hunch was right-Dana's virgin slit was swollen, creamy, and red-hot. She'd been getting those feelings for a few years now, every time she saw a guy who turned her on. And of course her handsome dad turned her on.
Big, hard-muscled, blond and tan, he was one of the sexiest-looking guys she'd ever seen. She'd gotten so hot sitting on his lap and kissing him.
Now, playing with his massive cock, she was even more aroused. Since she'd never made out before, she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted, except to go on touching Dad and having him touch her. Thank goodness he'd stopped protesting! He was just slumped in his chair, flushed and breathing hard, his eyes all glassy and hot.
"Does this feel nice, Dad?" Dana chirped.
"Uh, yes, honey," Wes croaked, "but it really isn't right. You'd better stop."
"Oh, nobody'll know about it," she said calmly, not missing a stroke.
She speeded up her pumping, just to see how he'd react, and Dad's nostrils flared as he snorted with lust, She could tell he really enjoyed it when she pumped his big cock faster and harder. She zipped her fist firmly up and down his rigid prick, and more hot cream bubbled out of his piss hole and soaked her fingers. Now Dad's face was red, his eyes rolling crazily. She kept pumping fast and hard to see what would happen.
"Ohhhhh, Christ," Wes groaned.
He needed to come so damned bad, yet he knew it wasn't right to let his own little girl jack him off. On the other hand, how could he stop her? Dana had always gotten exactly what she wanted because she was so damned determined and stubborn. She just didn't take no for an answer. And she was not about to let go of his cock.
"Dad," she asked, "do men come just like women do?"
"Uh, yeah, honey," Wes panted, "and I'm about to come right now, so you better quit that."
"Oh, no, I wanta see you come," she cried excitedly.
She pumped his cock even faster and tightened her grip on the violently throbbing column of meat. She just had to know what it was like when guys got off. Wes tried one more time to protest, but he was so horny he couldn't even get the words out. He slumped back in his chair, closed his eyes, and shut out everything but the hot pleasure he was feeling as his teenage daughter jacked him off.
"Ahhhhhhhh, yeah, honey, keep doing it real fast," he groaned.
Dana creamed right through her jeans. It aroused her like crazy to get Dad so excited. He was a pretty stern father, pretty puritanical, so it was really something to get him to loosen up this much. The thick cream was oozing steadily from his piss hole, and his cock was throbbing like mad against her All of a sudden he stiffened and groaned.
"Unnnnghhhh, Jesus, and Agggghhh!" he bellowed.
"Oh, wow!" Dana cried.
Big thick wads of cream were shooting from his cock. Not oozing, shooting-and arching high in the air before splattering down on the rug. His cock was leaping and lurching in her fist. Dana watched in total fascination as he came, her eyes darting from his lust contorted face to his thickly spurting prick. At last he went still, opened his eyes, and looked at her sheepishly.
"Dana, I really shouldn't have let you do that," he said, "but I've been so, uh, lonely without your mother. Let's just forget it happened, honey, and we won't ever do it again, okay?"
Dana wasn't about to agree to anything like that! "No way, Dad," she cried angrily. "That was fun, and I wanta do it again. And I want you to get me off, too. Just feel this."
She leaped to her feet, grabbed his hand, and clapped it against the crotch of her jeans. Even through jeans and panties Wes could feel the searing heat and horny dampness of her pussy. This girl was horny, very much in need of some loving, and she was asking for it from the only man available to her, her own father.
"Please, Dad," she sighed, rubbing her crotch back and forth over his hand, "I need to come so bad."
Wes swallowed hard and said, "Okay, honey, but we better go to my room, just in case Dawn comes out here."
Dana nodded eagerly and hurried ahead of him to the master bedroom. Wes wondered if he was doing the right thing, but he figured she wouldn't leave him alone and he'd fully relieved her horniness. He didn't have to do anything serious with her, just a hand job of some sort. He sure as hell wasn't going to fuck her. He was just going to get temptation out of the way.
At least that was what he told himself as he closed the door behind them and walked with Darla over to the king-size bed. It was the bed he'd shared with Maggie all their married life, and he had to admit that in the last few months he hadn't made very good use of it. He could recall nights when Maggie lay beside him seething with lust while he'd nodded off and snored. He really shouldn't have been surprised when she ran off with another guy. "Come on, Dad, hurry," Dana begged.
Wes snapped out of his daydream to see his cute teenage daughter standing there stark naked. She'd gotten out of her clothes in a hurry. He hadn't meant for her to undress. That just aroused hell out of him, and he didn't want to get horny again. But it was too late. She was on the bed, stretched out, waiting for him.
He kicked off his shoes and slid onto the bed beside her, and she threw herself at him, clamping her mouth onto his, kissing him hungrily. Her slippery hot tongue darted between his lips and probed his mouth. Wes fought his mounting excitement. He was here to get the kid off and get her out of his sight, not to please himself.
He broke off the kiss and said, "Okay, rascal, I'll get you off, and then you run along, okay?"
"Okay, Dad," she chirped.
Dana would have agreed to anything just then. She was squirming with horniness, dying to get off. Her pussy felt like liquid fire, and she was creaming so hard that she'd soaked her inner thighs. Now Dad started to slide a hand between her legs, and she eagerly bent and spread them, revealing her wet pink slit. She'd never felt self-conscious about her body.
Wes shivered with excitement as he eyed her luscious-looking pussy. He warned to jam his face between her legs and suck up her tangy cream. He wanted to cram his tongue up her cunt. But that was too heavy for a girl her age, far too heavy for a father to do with a daughter. Instead he began to slide his index finger up and down over her juice-soaked clit.
"Ooooooo, yeah, Dad, that feels great, she squealed.
It was just like what she and Dawn did to themselves when they beat off; only somehow it was a lot more exciting to have Dad doing it to her. She relaxed completely, lying there with her legs bent and wide open, and each stroke of his finger over her engorged throbbing clit felt wonderful to the horny girl. She soaked his finger with molten cum juice.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, just keep doing that, Dad," she moaned, "make me come."
Wes wished he could make her come her way-by cramming his stiff cock into her virgin pussy hole and fucking her till she learned to love it. That would be a terrific way to spend the evening. But of course it was out of the question. He'd better just get her off as fast as he could and get her out of his bed. He knew he couldn't trust himself around her. He was just too desperately horny these days.
To make her come as quickly as possible, he took her throbbing joy button between thumb and forefinger and began to knead it. Dana responded with squeals of delight and molten spurts of cream that soaked his fingers. He'd seen her and Dawn doing this very thing to themselves when he spied on them, and he knew it was bound to please her.
"You like this, baby?" he asked hoarsely.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah, Dad, I love it," she gurgled.
In fact she could have come right then and there, but she was greedy and wanted to spin out the fun. She loved being with her handsome dad, loved haying him touch her and fondle her. She wanted this exciting experience to go on as long as possible. So she hovered on the very brink of orgasm but didn't let herself go over the edge.
"Oooooo, shit, oooooo," she moaned, "I love it."
Wes was going to tell her to stop using naughty words, but he realized how ridiculous that would be. Here he was masturbating his own kid, and he was going to correct her language? He just kept kneading her violently throbbing clit and hoping she'd get off soon. His cock was stiffening, his balls filling with another hot load of jizz. Before long he wouldn't be able to control himself.
But Dana didn't seem in any hurry. Her pussy was hot as fire, and she was creaming like crazy, but she wasn't coming. Wes tried one last technique. Still kneading her clit firmly and steadily, he used his free hand to glide a stiff finger up her virgin cunt. She gurgled in ecstasy and creamed all over his finger as he pushed it in as far as it would go.
"Oh, yeah, Dad, do it to me," she squealed, "get me off that way.
Wes began working his rigid finger in a cock-like motion, finger-fucking her while he kneaded her clit. Dana couldn't hold off her climax against that delicious double stimulation of cunt and clit. Heir eyes rolled shut, and Wes felt her twat tightening around his finger till it gripped like a vise. She stiffened for a second, gasped, then began to convulse.
"Ohhhhh, Dad, ohhhhh, I'm coming!" she howled...
Her strongly muscled teenage cunt gripped and squeezed his finger in a hard hungry action. Wes thought lustily about how great that action would feel around his cock instead of his finger. He went on kneading her squirting clit and reaming her juicing cunt till she finished coming, wanting to make sure she was completely satisfied.
"Okay, Dana, that's it," he said firmly. "You run along now like you promised."
"Yes, Dad." she sighed reluctantly.
Wes breathed a big sigh of relief when she left. Thank goodness she hadn't noticed his hard-on. He was horny out of his mind again, but he didn't want his daughter to know that.