Pistol Whipped Pete
by tannim
September 18, 2010

	"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Pistol ran around the living room trying to get her father's attention.

	Pete ignored her.  After a long day avoiding work at work and he wasn't in the mood for his hyperactive daughter.  She should have been in bed anyway as he sat there in his underwear on his favorite comfy seat watching a late night game of football.  With a beer in one hand and the remote next to the other he was all set to not move any more than he absolutely had to to get up and go to the bathroom.

	Pistol wasn't happy.  She frowned at him and screamed once.  He still ignored her.  Deciding the obvious wasn't working, the little girl went to her old stand by.  She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor nearby.  A quick tug to her panties had those sliding down to and past her knees and were kicked off onto the dress.  Pistol took a moment to teas her hair just a bit wilder before running between her fat father and his TV.

	Pete took a sip of beer, ignoring his naked young daughter and her prepubescent charms.  The black furred cat leaned forward during a high pressure pass and slapped his knee a moment later when his team missed.  Pistol giggled and stood in front of the TV, wiggling her butt and tail at him.

	"Come on, Daddy, I'm bored! I wanna play, lets go outside, can we go for a walk?" She chattered on trying to annoy him into acting.

	"Not now, Punkin.  Daddy's tired and watching the game.  Go pester your brother or play with the light socket or something."  He took another gulp and swished the empty can.  "I know, if you get Daddy a new beer, I'll let you sit on my lap and... err.. play ... bouncy ball!"

	Pistol frowned, but  ran to the kitchen to grab a new one.  She wondered, briefly, where her mother was, but wasn't hugely interested since Pete was her desired target instead.  A quick rummage through the fridge and she grabbed the first one she found.  Back in the living room she saw her father sitting with his hand down his underwear scratching absently at himself.

	Pete pulled his hand out, sniffed his fingers, then wiped them on the side of his undies.  He jumped when he felt something cold press to his inner thigh and glared down until he saw it was a beer.  Pistol held it in one hand with both arms lifted to be picked up.  With a sigh, the fat father pulled her up onto his lap, or at least as close as he could get with his gut.

	Pistol laughed and bounced almost like she was rubber on it while he popped the top and chugged.  His eyes never left the game after she was in place.  Frowning, the girl poked at his belly, then pushed at it.  He wasn't playing with her... and she wasn't even in his lap. 

	Deciding to force the issue she looked around and then noticed the bulge in his underwear.  Grinning, she tugged them open and climbed inside.  If she couldn't get his attention one way, there was always THAT way.  The fat man's undies easily stretched to hold her.  He was more than three times her size and the underwear was too.

	Inside her bare fur and skin pressed against her father's soft penis and balls.  They were both surprisingly hot and she enjoyed how squishy and rubbery they were.  Her gaze stayed on her daddy's face, when it wasn't hidden by his enormous gut.  Touching him there SHOULD have gotten his attention away from the game but though his open mouth formed a frown he determinedly stared at the game.

	Pistol scooted deeper into his underwear, straddling his balls with both feet and pressing her knees to his lower belly, and tried pressing her small pussy to his cock.  Even the THOUGHT of having her touching something sexual was enough to control PJ.  Flashing and running around naked was enough for her mother.  It was weird that so much touching had no effect on her father.  She laughed, suddenly.

	It was having SOME effect.  His penis stiffened against her pussy mound.  He slid up her belly and she wrapped her arms around it to hug it against her flat chest.  Pistol forgot about getting his attention for a while as she enjoyed watching and feeling him grow against her.  She squeezed at it, rubbed it and clenched her legs around his manly flesh to see if she could keep it from swelling bigger.

	Her butt pressed firmly to his balls with each of her cheeks looking like a second pair of testicles in his undies.  The door opened across the room while she was hugging it firmly to her left nipple and she let go to turn and look.  Her expression turned into a confident smile at seeing Peg in the doorway.

	Her mom was disheveled and dazed looking, her clothing put on wrong and her bra strap dangling over her shoulder.   The crotch of her pants was wet too but the hot mother looked satisfied.  Peg stumbled off with barely a glance at Pete or her daughter.  It wasn't hard to guess what she'd been doing, Pistol wondered if it was Max or Goofy or even PJ for once, but didn't worry too much.

	She pulled the hot meat back to her chest to feel the throbbing pulse of it there.  Seeing her mother so blissful looking brought thoughts to her own pussy and the thing in her hands.  It also made her think of a way to really get Pete to pay attention to her instead of the stupid ball game.

	Pete grumbled at the girl, though it was an effort to keep his eyes on the game.  Even with how good it felt to have his naked daughter playing with his erection, he didn't want to "lose" by giving into her.  Her butt and thighs felt amazing though, he had to admit.  Peg's huge hips and ass were great, but sometimes a smaller pair were just what he wanted.   Pistol had all that and was beautifully flat.  He shook his head at that last thought and took another sip of beer.

	When she turned, suddenly, and pushed her butt against the body of his cock he grumbled louder.  She shifted her feet until she stood on his balls, then pushed hard against his elastic waistline.  He dared to glance down during a replay and saw her looking back up at him.  Pete quickly looked away and she went back to work.

	Pistol reached back with one hand and grabbed the semi-loose flesh just below his cocktip.  Leaning forward to stretch the underwear, she tugged her daddy's fat head with her.  His shaft bent down and she pushed further until it was low enough.  With a laugh and cheer she pushed her butt and body backwards, trapping the thick knob against her hot slightly damp young pussy.

	A tremble to Pete's beer hand told her she was winning and the little girl pressed against the taut elastic to help force her little sex around his massive adult member.  The hot thing had been stiff before, but it was even harder with her cunt kissing it.  Pistol took a deep breath and shoved back into it, if she could just push hard enough to pop it in!

	Pete gulped hard.  He could feel his his daughter's soft flesh in great detail.  She was getting wetter, getting off from the control just like her mother did, he thought.  If only it didn't feel so good.  The fat black cat found himself breathing rapidly, he hadn't noticed his breath getting so heavy before, he couldn't even HEAR the game over the thumping of hear heart in his ears.

	His hand crushed the can a few seconds later.  Pistol pushed back hard enough to make his erection bend despite how hard it was.  His tip actually made progress sinking into her.  He could FEEL that hot girl flesh giving way despite his manhood being as thick as her THIGH.  Pete tried to stop them, but he couldn't force his eyes away from his daughter.  She was staring back at him, WAITING for him to look and when he did, she won.

	Pistol won!  Her daddy was looking directly at her with his mouth hanging open and an unwanted smile on it.  She felt so proud and hot... and full.  Her pussy was so wonderfully full with his head in it.  There was an ache to it, and she was amazed at how wide her legs were, but not as amazed as he was.

	Pete tried to at least close his mouth, but seeing the girl's pelvis as wide, proportionally, as her mother's with his dick sinking deeper into her was too much.  She was so tight.  So hot.  Her inner walls squeezed and massaged him so much better than her mother had the past few years.  He felt himself losing it even after not even a minute inside.

	Pistol kept pushing back, wanting more of that fulfilling presence.  She'd never had anything nearly as big in her pussy before.  The way it inverted her pussy, made her clit drag along his shaft, and even tugged at her inner lips with each movement drove her wild.  Wanting him to pump his cock, she was disappointed when he erupted inside instead.

	The little girl squealed at his cum spurting time after time.  She looked up at him in surprise and couldn't help giggling at his stupid expression.  His beer overflowed with his hand crushing the can but his grip let up just a few seconds after it started.  Pete slumped down with a blissful sigh followed by a deep breath and another sigh.

	Pistol pushed back and found her pussy easily slide around him suddenly.  It confused her until she realized he'd gone flaccid just seconds after he'd finished dumping his cum into her.  The lack of something hard to squeeze around or something to rub her clit against frustrated her immensely.  She was horny and her sex demanded its satisfaction.  Just by his glazed look she knew he wasn't going to do it.  While she'd gotten the attention she wanted, it had been fleeting and ultimately unrewarding.

	Pistol climbed out, arching her back at Pete's cock slipping out of her pussy, and headed toward PJ's room.  "He's going to finish the job if it KILLS him!"