Chapter 9

Heather kissed Connie good-bye at the door, then joined her father in the kitchen. She was wearing her thin robe, which she left open again.

"Bagel and honey, huh?" she said. She cut a bagel and put it in the toaster oven. "You really have a taste for sweet things."

"My one vice," Keith replied.

"Eating sweet things isn't a vice, Daddy." She got a glass of milk and sat down across the table from him. "What do you think of Connie? I don't mean her face. I know that's sort of plain. So does she. What about the rest of her? She's got a real good body, don't you think?"

"Yes. Are we going to have another of those talks?"

Heather chuckled sexily. "Yes."

"You're taking all of this quite calmly."

She shrugged. "What can I say? You saw what you saw. I can't put a different face on it." She got her bagel from the toaster and put cream cheese on it. She sat back down and took a bite. "I hope you weren't too shocked."

"When I saw you, I remembered what you said about Gina. When you asked if she goes both ways. You said that any woman can make love to another woman."

"I believe that, Daddy. I believe we all have a male and female side. I think women are more accepting of that dual nature. Connie hasn't been fucked much. Men look at her plain face and think she isn't a good piece of ass."

"Didn't you say you thought a piece of pussy was more accurate?"

"I was just needling you, Daddy. Men are wrong about Connie. Her pussy is real tight, and she's very active. If they would just give her half a chance, she would give them a terrific ride."

"Then she isn't a lesbian?"

"She's no more a lesbian than I am."

He arched one eyebrow and looked at his daughter gravely. "Why are you telling me this?"

"You can have her, Daddy. If you're interested. Tonight, in fact. She'll come running back over here if I call her. A word of caution, though. She talks too much. Don't ever tell her your secrets. What she knows, the world knows."

"You don't have to set me up with women, honey."

"I know," she replied. "I was thinking of her as much as you, Daddy."

"A mercy fuck?"

"Yeah, I guess so, come to think of it. That's basically what we were doing. Neither of us had a date, and we didn't want to play the silly games men seem to think are necessary to get a girl in the sack. Honestly, guys talk themselves out of pussy more often than they talk themselves into it. They don't realize that a girl knows in advance if she's going to bed with a guy. If she isn't, nothing he says or does will change her mind. On the other hand, he can say or do something to get her out of the mood in a hurry. Girls don't usually play sex games with each other."

"I wouldn't know," he said. "I don't know any bisexual women."

Heather smiled sweetly. "Sure you do, Daddy."

Keith nodded solemnly. "Yes, I guess I do at that. I didn't know it before tonight. You ought to have closed your door."

"Maybe I left it open on purpose, Daddy. Maybe I was hoping you would come home before Connie left and see us. Did it turn you on?"

"Yeah, I guess it did."

"You've really never seen girls get it on with each other?"

"Never. I've heard guys talking about it."

"You came in too late to see the good part."

He arched his eyebrow again. "What was the good part?"

"Where we were eating each other out."

"You were doing a sixty-nine the first time I passed your door. I took a shower and was on my way to the kitchen when you saw me."

"You should have stayed and watched when you first saw us. I wouldn't have minded, and I don't think Connie would either." She got up, went around the table and knelt in front of him. She opened his robe and untied his pajama pants. "You could have come on in, in fact, and had Connie right then. Lift your ass."

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to jerk you off, Daddy. If you got turned on watching Connie and me, you have to relieve the pressure so you can sleep. You could do it yourself, but I think you'll like it better if I do it."

"We have to have a long talk," he said, without conviction. She was absolutely right.

"No, right now we have to simply do, Daddy. We can talk later.

He lifted his ass and let her pull his pajama pants down. Her face lit up when she looked at his extra large organ. She used both hands to fondle his prick, feeling every inch of the gratifying hunk of meat. Her skillful manipulation brought his stalwart lance to full erection in short order.

"Hmmm, your cock feels good."

"Honey, I'm your father."

Heather chuckled deep in her throat. "Yeah, doesn't that make it so much more kinky and exciting?" She took his cock tenderly in her hand. "Oh, my. Now I see why Gina was moaning so loud. This is a real pussy stretcher." She hefted his balls in her other hand. "And such big balls. They feel like they weigh a pound. They must be full of cum." She squeezed his dick and rolled his balls. "Do you like it when a girl plays with your pride and joy?"

"Oh, yes."

She put one hand above the other on his rigid staff and stroked it lovingly. "I like to pull on a cock and watch it squirt, Daddy. You don't know how seldom a girl gets to do that. Guys are so impatient. They want to stick the damn thing in your mouth or pussy right away." She squeezed his balls gently and stroked his dick. "Maybe that's because a guy can jack a girl off, and she's still ready to go. If a girl jacks a guy off, she has to wait for him to get hard again. How long does it take you to recover?"

He tried to laugh and nearly choked. Her hands felt marvelous. It was so easy to forget that she was his daughter and think of her as just another woman.

"I've never timed it. Not too long, I guess. I've never had any complaints."

"Neither have I!" she laughed. "In fact, I get a lot of compliments. Several guys told me that I have a natural talent for handling a cock. I give a better blow job, but I'll just jerk you off this time." She scooted forward a little on her knees. Her tits jiggled and swayed as she moved. "You can play with my tits, Daddy."

Trying to watch her hand and tits distracted him. Her comment about "this time" didn't register. He reached down and cupped one big tit mound. "So big," he muttered.

"Yeah, I am kind of top heavy. Never had any complaints, though."

She caressed his cock lovingly. She leaned over and licked the head. She cut her eyes up at him and grinned. "It's pretty sensitive. Have to keep it wet so I won't make it sore." She licked until she had the head coated with saliva. "There, that ought to do for a couple of minutes."

She put one hand over his cockhead. She extended her fingers downward and caught the sensitive knob with the tips. She wrapped her other hand around the shaft. She twisted her fingers around the head and pumped her fist up and down the shaft.

"Damn," he muttered.

Heather grinned. "Yeah, feels pretty good, doesn't it? I told you I'm good. I'm going to make you cum so good."

He felt a jolt of lust as he watched his daughter play with his cock.

She took her fingers away from the head and held the shaft upright as she drooled on it. "Now, here's another way to do it that really gets to a guy."

She put her right hand loosely around the knob and simultaneously twisted it around and stroked it up and down. Her left hand slid rapidly up and down the shaft in the opposite direction.

"God damn!" he moaned. He blinked his eyes to clear the fog away and watched her hands. "That looks like the old trick of patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time."

"You can learn to do it with enough practice."

"I think I'll have to let you practice on me all you want, honey. You're good."

She quite obviously enjoyed playing with a cock. He wondered if she would let him fuck her. Then he realized it didn't make any difference. He wasn't going to last long enough to worry about it.

She felt his cock swell and looked up. "Are you ready to cum, Daddy?"

"I couldn't stop it if I wanted to!" he gasped. "God, you have a wonderful way with your hands."

"Practice makes perfect," she quipped. "You know, with a cock like this, you can have just about any woman you want." She giggled. "If she hesitates, just show her your gorgeous cock. One look at the size of it, and she'll beg you to fuck her."

His hips jerked up and down as he fucked his daughter's fist. Her left hand stayed in constant motion, lightly caressing his bare cockhead. He couldn't think of anything to say. He couldn't think of anything period but the way she was handling his dick. Her hand coasted smoothly up and down his long prick, going faster and faster. His cock swelled more.

She removed her left hand from his knob and reached between his legs to fondle his balls. She extended her left thumb so it rubbed the head. She jacked him so fast, her hand became a white blur. Suddenly, she stuck her index finger in his asshole and giggled when he nearly vaulted off the chair.

"Oh, yeah, you like that, too, don't you? Okay, darling, give me your cum. See if you can hit the ceiling when it blows."

"God," he breathed.

"I love the way a cock throbs when it spits," she whispered.

He groaned, then yelled as his prick exploded. She yanked her left hand away without missing a beat. She slid her right hand up behind the head of his prick and jacked him faster. She aimed the head at his belly and stroked him as fast as she could, spraying cum all over the front of his body.

"Oooooo," she muttered. "So pretty. Just look at the cum fly." She gazed at his cock raptly, fascinated by the way it pumped out the jism. "You squirt like a geyser."

When the flow of cum abated, she stopped jacking him. She moved her hand to the base of his shaft and squeezed firmly. She slid her hand toward the head and milked the last drop of juice from her daddy's meaty spear. Then she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it clean.

"Yum, yum," she muttered. "Love that rich taste. And it's not even fattening!" She giggled, then licked the cum from his body. "There, that ought to hold you until morning. If it doesn't, call me. I know all sorts of ways to get you off. And you'll love everyone of them."

"I don't doubt that for a moment! You're quite a woman."

She acted as if she was going to leave, then changed her mind. She held onto his flaccid cock and straightened up on her knees. With a grunt of impatience, he covered her mouth with his and thrust his tongue down her throat. She turned his cock loose and stood.

"Touch my pussy, Daddy," she whispered.

His hand slid down her belly. She opened her legs and his hand went between her shapely thighs. He caressed the lips of her wet snatch. He drove two fingers into her hole and thrust them in and out with a hard twisting motion. She moaned with excitement and hunched as he plunged his fingers in and out of her seething depths.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming!" she yelled.

Her legs got weak, and she nearly lost her balance. Her orgasm died away quickly. She took his hand out of her crotch and licked his fingers.

She sat on his lap and touched her lips to his very lightly. Abruptly, she kissed him hard and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her lips became active and her kiss became more passionate when he cupped one of her firm tits and squeezed it.

His hand left her tit and slid down her belly. She moaned into his mouth and let her legs fall open. He moved his hand up and cupped her prominent cunt mound. She broke the kiss and caressed his cheek tenderly.

"I'm so hot," she whispered. "Do you like hot women, Daddy?"

"My favorite kind." He ran the tip of his finger lightly along her slit. "Beautiful pussy," he said softly.

"How can you tell? You haven't seen it yet."

"I can see enough of it to tell." He applied a little more pressure when he ran his finger up and down her slit again.

She shivered and licked her lips. "Feel inside, Daddy. See how hot I am. Be careful, it might melt your finger."

She was no longer his daughter. She was a beautiful, passionate woman. "I'll take the chance," he said. He stuck his middle finger in her cunt and whistled softly. "Damn, you are hot. And so wet and tight."

"Your finger feels so good, Daddy. Finger-fuck me."

"You cum easily, don't you?"

"Like a fucking machine, Daddy!" she said, laughing happily.

He curled the tip of his finger to touch the top of her cunt and slid it in and out of her tight love tunnel.

"Ooohhh, Daddy!" she muttered. "You know how to do it right."

She wrapped her arm around his neck and nearly smothered him with firm tit flesh. She snaked her tongue over his ear. She nipped him on the shoulder in a frenetic fit of passion. She shuddered from head to toe and moaned deep in her throat.

He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue rapidly in and out of her mouth in rhythm with his fingers jerking in and out of her hot cunt.

When she popped, she jerked so hard she nearly jumped out of his lap. He held her tight with an arm around the waist and finger-fucked her until her frantic jerking slowed to gentle wiggles. She put her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply.

"God, I love to cum, Daddy," she whispered. "And you really got me good. I'm not the only one who's handy."