It was late night, and at the Fitzgerald home, Penny was in bed, tossing and turning, thinking about sex. She had been fantasizing about sex for weeks since she started binging on Internet porn. She knew about what sex was, the parts involved, even knew that watching those videos and looking at those pictures made her aroused. But tonight, mere masturbation would satiate her no longer. Tonight, everyone else except one was in bed. Tonight, her father was coming home late after watching a sports game with some co-workers.   She had it all planned out in her head. Her dad would come home, most likely a bit intoxicated, since it'd be rude not to have a pint after a long week of toil. Then he'd fall asleep - in his bed, on the floor, wherever. Then she would... have his way with him. No vaginal, of course; that was for Gumball and Gumball alone. Anal would be out of the question, as much as she wanted it; it's hard to snoop around fhe house, looking for lube in the dark. The noise and a few lights turned on would wake someone up, no doubt. So, the only option left was oral.   Penny then heard the door open and shut. He was home. She snuck out of her bed, opened the door to her room as quietly as she could, then peeked over the stair railing in the living room. He was there, laid back on the couch, watching TV. She couldn't see his expression, but she could tell from his body language that he was tired. Must be the alcohol. Then came the hardest part for her. Now she had to wait to see what would happen next.   Five minutes passed by. Ten. Thirty. Sixty. It was almost one in the morning, although since it was a weekend night, it didn't matter much to her. Throughout all that time, she was wide-eyed, in a rush of adrenaline, both worried about and looking forward to her first time with oral sex. She had stopped paying attention to her father, thinking about him consenting to a round of anal while Gumball takes her virgin pussy, when his hand fell to the side of the couch. Curious, she floated down the stairs, her form perfect for sneaking around. Coming to his side, she froze. He was asleep.   She grabbed the remote and turned the TV down before her mind turned into a gutter with the amount of filth going through it. I could do all sorts of things with him, she reckoned. He's a heavy sleeper. Maybe he'll sleep through sex... No, no. I shouldn't risk it. Oral it is. She took a second to calm down before getting to work. As gently as she could, she tapped on a place on her father's shell where his crotch would be; it fell off, as it normally would whenever he would go for a piss. Reaching inside, she felt around for a second before pulling it out. Her dad's fat dick.   Patrick's cock was about as thick as Penny expected. It seemed that he was aroused beforehand, so he was already partially erect. Thinking back to a video she watched, she rubbed her dad's cock, massaging it, making it much harder. It throbbed in her hands, leaking pre-cum. She opened her mouth, hesitating for a moment. This is your dad. Are you sure you wanna do this? It could taste disgusting... I can't control it. Sorry, dad...   Penny fit her mouth over the tip of her dad's member. She licked up the pre; it was a tad bitter, but nothing to vomit over. Moving in on the dick, she fingered herself, bringing sweet relief to her sore pussy. Her brain was overloading with dopamine. She needed more of that sweet, sweet cock inside her. She grabbed the base of her dad's cock and took a few inches more in her mouth. She rubbed it with her tongue, feeling the veins and folds, tasting the bare skin with the pre. She grabbed the balls and fondled them, noting their shape, their feel. Every pore and hair. Her lust barely contained, she worked herself into a rhythm, sucking that dick like a professional.   A minute had passed, one of pure cocksucking ecstacy for Penny. She was getting close to orgasm, although she couldn't tell when her father was. All she knew was that he was snoring. Loud. As usual. Not that it was bad; it masked the distinct noises of Penny going down on him. Sticking two fingers inside her cunt, the rush was beginning to wear off, despite the pleasure increasing. No longer was she in a race against time and sleep to suck Patrick's cock; she was just enjoying it. Her cunt was dripping juices onto the carpet. She thought about how she'd love to take this cock in her pussy soon. Maybe Gumball and dad could take turns filling my underdeveloped womb. Maybe they could get me pregnant. Maybe-   Patrick's cock seized repeatedly. Oh, she thought, he's gonna cum! She stopped her rhythmic sucking and prepared herself for a thick load of spunk. She was close. I-! I'm gonna cum too! The dick seized one last time. Then, in several quick spurts, out came what Penny wanted from her father. She tasted it; salty, bitter, slimy. But it didn't matter. She made her dad cum, and now she has the privilege of swallowing it. As the last of Patrick's load dribbled from his dick, Penny took a huge gulp. Semen slithered down her esophagus; first the initial load, then the rest of what she coaxed from her dad's dripping dickhole. She squirted clear juices from her aching cunt. Pulling back and standing as upright as she could, she looked at her father's cock, satisfied, and even a bit triumphant. She made a man cum for the first time.   Penny's next thoughts were to clean up the mess she had made. She put the shell bit back on her dad, then rushed to get a paper towel, using it to clean up her pussy juices before they stained the carpet. The juices were sticky, and stubborn, but were no match for Penny and her paper towel skills, honed by years of housecleaning. She made sure to bury the towel under other rubbish before going to wash her hands. The taste of her dad's dick and cum stuck with her. She couldn't keep her mind off it. Drying off, she hastily went back upstairs, to her room. She crept into bed, a smile on her face, fully satisfied... For now.   -   In the morning, Patrick's wife woke up to a room without him in it - it wasn't unusual for her husband to just pass out on the couch after a night with friends. She yawned, stretched, then made her way out of the room and down the stairs. Patrick was on the couch. He looked... a bit off, somehow.   "Pattie? You okay, sweetheart?"   "Wha-? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just... feel a little sick, that's all."   "You want some medicine?"   "No, I mean gross as in... I don't feel... okay. Oh, I'm talking nonsense, honey... I think I just want some breakfast for now."   "Eggs and sausage?"   "Sure thing, sweetie."   Patrick shot his wife a smile as she went into the kitchen. But that smile didn't reflect his feelings, nor what he was starting to realize.   Did I... Did someone rape me last night?