When Becky arrived home, she found her father in the kitchen wearing an
apron and putting dinner on the table. There were only three places set, and
Becky guiltily slid into hers. "Where's mom?" she asked as her dad set the casserole down in front of her. "She had a big meeting with a client," Jim Moon replied, noticing his
daughter looked especially radiant. "Do you know where Tom is?" "Nope," Becky said quickly, helping herself to the food. "I guess we'll start without him, then," Jim sighed, sitting down himself. "Yeah, guess so," Becky mumbled. As she began to eat, Becky tried to stay calm, but it wasn't easy. She
was relieved that her mother wasn't there. Somehow her mom always knew when
she was lying or trying to hide something. Still, it made her nervous to have
to lie right to her father's face. She wished that Tom would hurry up and get
his ass home! Jim watched his daughter move her food around on her plate, arranging it
into little piles and then smashing them flat. Obviously something was on the
girl's mind, and he wondered what it could be. All the time she and Tom had
been spending together lately had not gone unnoticed by their usually quiet
father. Still, Jim didn't know exactly how to approach the subject with his
daughter, so he just let them finish their meal in silence. When they were about done, Tom burst in through the back door, school
books in hand. "Sorry dad, I got hung up." He glanced briefly at Becky. "Where's mom?" "She had to work late," Jim said, noticing the odd way his son looked at
Becky. "We didn't know how late you'd be so we've already finished." "No sweat, dad," Tom said, heaping a mound of food on his plate and then
heading for the living room. "I wanted to catch the end of the game anyway." Jim didn't say anthing as Tom carried his meal to the couch and turn on
the television. Such behavior was strictly prohibited when Julie was home,
but since she wasn't there, Jim saw no reason the boy couldn't eat wherever he
wanted to. Again alone with Becky, Jim pushed back his chair and sighed. "So, how's school?" he asked. "What?" Becky snapped, her mind so far away, reliving the events of the
evening, that she didn't hear her father's question. "I just asked how things were going at school." "Oh, okay I guess," Becky said, getting up and carrying their dirty dishes
to the sink. As she swept past Jim, he caught the unmistakable scent of sex wafting
from her. Had his little girl just been fucked? he asked himself. Becky had her back to her father as she scraped the plates off and filled
the sink with hot water. Her pussy hurt a little bit from the vigorous
finger-fucking Tom had given it, and she shifted her thighs, trying to ease
her discomfort. Jim noticed her sexy gyrations and cleared his throat loudly. "Honey, ah, you're getting to be quite a young woman, and ah, if there's
every anything you want to talk about, any questions you might have, you know
you can come to me and I'll help you all I can." "Thanks, dad," Becky murmured, her back still to him. "I know your mother isn't the kind of person who seems like she'd be easy
to talk to about uh, sex, so I want you to know that I'm available to you." Becky nodded, her thighs still rubbing together. As Jim spoke, he got the crazy idea that his daughter was turned on for
some reason. He watched her ass rock from side to side ever so slightly and
found himself wanting Becky, wanting her very much. Sex with his wife was
poor at best and, although he didn't want to, he began to imagine what it
would be like to fuck his own daughter. "Do you think you know enough about sex?" he asked, his own blunt
question turning him on. "I mean, is there anything you don't understand?" "I don't know," Becky shrugged, pressing herself tighter against the
counter. Was her father coming on to her? Becky wondered. Again her thoughts
returned to the people she had watched fucking earlier that evening. She
imagined them to have been father and daughter and the idea of actually
getting the chance to have that kind of sexual experience herself began to
appeal to her. But could she do it? Could her father do it? she wondered. At that point Jim wasn't sure himself either. But his daughter drew him
like a magnet and he got up and walked over to her. He stood right behind her
as she soaped the dishes, his body close enough to her so she could feel his
body heat, but not close enough to touch. "I know it's none of my business honey," he said softly, pushing her hair
to one side and caressing her bare neck, "but I don't think you were at your
piano lesson tonight. Were you with a boy?" Becky shrugged. "Well, it really doesn't matter," Jim said, hugging her to him. At first
Becky was stiff in his embrace, but when she felt his hard cock against the
crack of her ass, she relaxed. Now she knew that he wanted her just as she
wanted him. "You're right Daddy, I was with a boy tonight," she whispered, rubbing
back against him. "I hope you didn't do anything foolish," Jim panted, his arms holding her
tight against him and caressing her curvy sides. "I didn't let him fuck me, if that's what you mean," Becky said boldly,
writhing her ass against his hard-on. "Have you ever fucked a boy?" Jim asked, his hands moving down the front
of her body and to the crotch of her jeans. When she didn't stop him, he
rubbed the crux of her thighs. "Only one," she replied, her cunt fucking under her father's touch. The top of Becky's blonde head came to just beneath his chin as he
pressed himself against her harder than ever. His hands were between her
upper thighs, and he could feel the heat of her hot cunt through the fabric of
her jeans. Jim didn't believe what he was doing, but kept doing it anyway,
his hard-on growing stiffer against Becky's ass. Becky looked down at her body, and saw her dad's hands disappearing
between her legs. She rolled her head back against him and sighed. This was
the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she knew that soon she would
be taking her father's cock, just like the little brunette had. To speed
things along, Becky reached down and unzipped the front of her pants. "You can stop me any time you want to," her father panted as he accepted
her invitation and moved his hands inside her jeans and panties. Becky sighed and wiggled a bit, easing her pants down around her thighs.
Her father's touch made her tingle, and that surprised her. She would not
have thought that anything could make her feel better than the things she had
done with her brother. But her father was very much like her brother only bigger and more
experienced. He too, was tall and dark, and Becky relaxed against him,
opening herself up to his magical touch. Jim touched the soft, wet folds of her cunt and sighed with lust. God,
what was he doing? Was he out of his mind? But he couldn't stop, he didn't
want to stop, so he probed the juicy tightness of Becky's young pussy. Becky's hands were limp in the dishwater and her head rolled back against
his chest. His cock was throbbing behind her, and she wanted it more than
anything she had ever wanted before. "You gonna fuck me, Dad?" she asked, her voice thick and odd. "Do you want me to?" "Yesss, oh yesss!" she sighed. Jim kept one finger probing at the open flower of her pussy and brought
the other back between their bodies and carefully undid his zipper. His cock
bobbed up, automatically nudging in between his daughter's legs. Becky whimpered when her father fisted his cock and guided it to the
opening of her pussy. Becky lifted herself up on the counter slightly to make
it easier for him to penetrate her. Jim gave her a series of short, quick fuck-strokes, feeding his little
girl his cock a bit at a time. He could hear the drone of the television, and
he remembered that Tom might wander back into the kitchen at any moment. It
worried him, but at the moment he was too horny to let anything stop him from
finishing the fuck he had just begun. When the tip of his cock was securely inside Becky, he again took her in
his arms and held her up off the floor. Then, with another few lunges, he had
her filled with his prick-meat. "Daddyyyy," Becky sighed. Jim braced her against the counter and pumped into her with a vigor he
hadn't felt in years. His wife used to be a good fuck, but lately she'd been
too bitchy to even turn him on. He chose just to leave her to her own devices
and went his own way. Fucking his own daughter was turning out to be the very
best way he'd found to scratch his itch in a very long time. As he fucked her, Becky felt her pants slipping farther and farther down
her legs until they were tangled around her shoes. She felt light and very
feminine with her father holding her up in the air while he fucked her.
Briefly she wondered if she looked as wanton taking her daddy's prick as the
brunette girl had earlier that evening. Cunt-juice flowed from Becky's open pussy and made it easier for her dad
to fuck her hard and fast. His pants too rolled down his hips, freeing him
for wilder and more wanton fucking. He gripped Becky tightly, holding her up
and using her like some kind of fuck-off doll. Becky sighed and moaned, her father's cock going deeper inside of her
than her brother's prick ever had. She felt like her father's prick was
touching special places within her, places that had never been touched before.
She wiggled around as much as she could, wanting to let him know that she
loved what he was doing to her and to beg him not to stop. But Jim had no intention of stopping, at least not until he came. He
nuzzled his face into his daughter's fragrant hair and nibbled on her white
neck as he continued to feed her the many inches of his man-sized prick shaft. "Am I hurting you?" he panted. "N-n-n-noooo," Becky replied, her answer coming out shaky because of his
vigorous fucking. "I-I-I love it!" "Good," Jim grunted, slamming his cock into her all the way, "because so
do I!" His hard fuck-strokes jammed Becky against the counter, her hips grinding
against the tiles. Jim leaned over her and forced her to bend at the waist,
bringing her long hair into the soapy water in front of her. More than ever Becky felt like the fucking couple she had watched. Now,
like that girl, she was bent way over with her dad giving her his cock from
behind! Becky leaned forward even farther, watching the ends of her hair
floating on the greasy, sudsy surface of the dishwater. When her father fucked into her hard, her clit was ground against the
counter with especially pleasant results. Becky rocked forward and back as
much as she could, increasing the violence of their fucking motions, and also
increasing the contact her sizzling clit recieved. Jim caught on to what she was doing and began to help her. He lifted her
up and leaned against her back, bouncing her clit against the edge of the
counter. Little flutters began to run down her spine and Jim felt them on the
inside as well as the outside of her body. His cock was jolted by them and it
thrilled him to know that his little girl was so close to coming. He plowed
her cunt that much faster, anxious to bring her off. Becky grabbed the far side of the sink and used it for leverage to fuck
back at her dad. His cock continued to trench her out, filling and stretching
her pussy-channel like Tom's young prick never had. She writhed and swooned,
her body taking over her mind and fucking of its own volition. The more extreme the quaking inside of Becky's cunt became, the more
frenzied her father's fucking became. Jim rolled his eyes and thundered his
cock forward, jabbing it between the gripping walls of Becky's pussy. He
could feel from the way his nuts had begun to tingle that it wouldn't be long
before he was coming, too. "Daddy, I'm gonna come," Becky panted, as if asking his permission. "Do it, baby, do it," Jim grunted, filling her with his prick. "Just let
it go!" Becky's mouth was open, and she breathed loudly. She gasped and
sputtered, her orgasm wracking her body with tremendous shudders. Jim held
her tight and continued to fuck her, the tremors in her cunt vibrating his
whole body from the cock on up. Together they panted and sighed, the father
savoring his daughter's orgasm almost as much as he would savor one of his own. Becky pressed her clit tightly against the counter edge and felt the
mouth of her pussy opening and closing as if gulping in air. Her eyes were
squeezed shut, and she was bent cruelly over the counter, her face very near
to the cooling water. As her orgasm subsided, Jim took it easy on her, fucking her with tender,
stirring strokes that made her coo and sigh. But it cost him dearly, and he
could only hold himself back for so long before his body tensed and he let her
have it with both barrels again. "Get ready baby," he panted, ramming into her with renewed vigor. "Yes Daddy, I'm ready," Becky gasped, his weight nearly crushing her. Like a dog fucking its mate, Jim leaned into his little girl and fed her
the last of his exquisite fucking. His cock thundered through the ultra-tight
of her freshly climaxed cunt, loving the way the walls of her pussy continued
to shudder with soft, stray ripples of ecstasy. Each one thrilled Jim right
down to the roots of his hair and spurred him on to fuck Becky that much
harder. The silky interior of her pussy caressed his sizzling prick, and Jim
grunted and gasped in frustration and pleasure. The come in his nuts gathered
together and then, despite his effort to delay it, came rushing up along the
tube of his prick like the tide on the beach and crashed forth, shooting from
the tiny hole in the end of his prick with incredible force and volume. "Ahhh, gahhhh, fuck!" he gurgled, burying his sobs of release in her
long, silky hair. Becky felt like she might explode from the strength of his climax. She
felt the cream decorate her insides with its whiteness and warmth. Even
coming with her own brother had never been like this! For several seconds her father shuddered against her back, his cock
bucking around inside her. Then, gradually, she felt him relax and his cock
begin to slip from her, greased with a thick stream of his escaping jizz. An
inch at a time Jim lowered her to the floor and her toes had just touched when
she heard her brother's voice. "Jesus mother-fucking Christ!" Tom exclaimed, his milk glass crashing to
