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Love For Her Dad

By: Harrowborg



The two girls were naked on the screen, their lithe bodies writhing against each other, having 'sex' as women did in male lesbian movies, rubbing their crotches together and suddenly arriving at an orgasm. It was fake it wasn't even well done, but it was enough to push James Pollock over the edge, his stiff warm cock in his hand shooting sperm an inch into the air before settling back down into his pubic hair, soaking the material around his dick. He sat there tossing for a few more moments, getting the last few drops of sperm from his dick. With the volume turned up, he only heard the two girls come in giggling out loud, laughing, drunk, and blissfully unaware of what was only a few metres away. He grabbed the remote changing the channel and pulled his zipper up quickly urging his shrinking penis to loose its stiffness and return to normal.

"Hi dad, Penny's going to stay the night if that's alright, she'll sleep on my floor. Her mum can't pick her up" Anne said walking into the lounge, clearly drunk, sweat glistening off her skin. James looked around and nodded, seeing his slightly drunk daughter standing with more flesh revealed than clothing she wore but she was clearly happy, and he would rather they be here slightly pissed than out on the town where some pervert could grab her and rape her. He turned his head, momentarily caught like a rabbit in headlights as Penny followed his daughter up the stairs giving him a weak smile, dressed in a white, short, body hugging skirt and a crop top as Anne had once described to him in detail.

Where Anne had a little puppy fat on her stomach, something Kate had been on at her to get rid of, Penny's was smooth and sweet, sweet, he thought grinning, a lot of Anne's friends were sweet, if not a little loud. Oh what did they get up to? He thought settling back now putting the football on, feeling his dick adjusting in his sodden Y-fronts, the smell of sperm and semen in the air, that would clear after a few minutes, by the time anyone watched TV again anyway. He heard the two girls up stairs giggling and turned the volume up slightly. Kate wouldn't be home for another half hour and the girls would be up, probably long after that, which left him with his Bud and football, a good combination no matter who you were.

As Anne shut the door, Penny started laughing hysterically, collapsing onto Anne's bed holding her stomach as she lay there laughing. Anne couldn't hold it in either and dropped down beside her, both girls in hysterics until Penny hit her ankle on the side of Anne's desk and stopped laughing, giggling to herself as she sat up, well, pushed herself up and collapsed onto her side staring at her best friend looking up at the ceiling.

"I can't believe your dad was watching porn. Do you think he was touching himself?" Penny said giggling. Anne screwed her face up shaking her head and rolling onto her side.

"Ewww, nasty mental image. Thanks babes" Anne said mockingly punching Penny lightly on the arm. Penny returned the punch and both girls started laughing again, although for Penny, it certainly wasn't as funny this time. She knew guys watched porn she knew where her brothers kept theirs in their wardrobes and under their mattresses. But she didn't no Dad's watched it to, they had their wives to have sex with, they didn't need porn. As she lay there laughing, she was thinking if her Dad used porn to touch himself over, and she agreed with Anne smiling to her self, it was a nasty mental image. Still, Anne's dad wasn't so bad.

She had seen him once only in his swimming shorts when they had gone abroad to Spain. That had been 4 years ago when she was 14. Anne and herself had spent most of the holiday sunning by the pool while Anne's parents had done the historical stuff, but during the evenings, they would come down to the pool, Kate, Anne's mum in her full body swimming costume, and James in his trunks. He stood at 6'1, tall but not giant size. He had a bit of a belly but nothing excessive, a few hours at a gym would have cleared that up. A slight turn off was his body hair, nothing excessive, but in her fantasies and the few, images, she had seen, her dream guy was bronze tanned, muscled smooth all over. James was just a normal man, but the first man she had seen most of.


Well, she had actually seen all of him that day; His erect penis showing out of a pair of shorts he wore to dinner, but that was something that had been accidental, and very arousing, she had had to admit. But now, thinking that he had been sitting their masturbating was just weird. Did married men really touching themselves over porn like her male friends did?

Anne stood and walked to her cupboard, taking a pink satin nightdress and dropping it onto the bed kicking her shoes off and walking to the sink in the corner of her room turning the mirror lights on. Penny sat up, reaching for the remote and turning the TV set on low, David Letterman on, she liked him, he was funny. She walked to the door locking it, and unbuckled her belt pulling the zipper down and letting the skirt fall to the floor. She rolled her top up her back and pulled it over her head, lying back down on Anne's bed in her panties and bra, to hot to bother getting changed now, sweat rolling down off her body onto the bed sheets. Anne joined her in her bra and jeans, shifting on the bed making it move as she pulled them down and kicked them onto the floor.

"Fuck me its hot, you still got that fan?" Penny asked wiping moisture off her forehead. Anne nodded and rolled off her bed onto her feet, standing at the door to the closet. She crouched down, the back of her knickers pulling up between her two cheeks. Penny was tempted to mention it but decided not to, smiling at her friend as Anne pulled the table top fan out and place it on the large study desk, plugging it in and turning it on, the cool jet of air blowing over the two girls.

"I bet your dad would like this" Penny joked lying on her back, raising her right leg up, her left straight out. Anne, lying with her head on her pillow looked at her friend, a little confused. Penny grinned.

"Two hot sweaty girls lying in theirs underwear. Imagine the woody he would get" Penny joked. She grinned and giggled a bit, Anne also as they lay there. As much as she wanted to deny what Penny had said, come back with a witty insult, she knew her Dad. She had come back from college enough times and spotted her clothes slightly out of place in her laundry pile or floor where she left them, just out of place enough for to figure someone had gone through them. The first time she assumed her mum was doing a colour wash or something and looking for reds or darks, but it was clear it wasn't her when her Dad had been at home, and again it had happened. 

After telling Penny, she had left a pair of particularly stained, smelly knickers near the top in her smart skirt she wore from time to time and sure enough, they moved from the top to the bottom when she had been at college. Enough for her to figure out her Dad had at least moved her knickers, and most likely, tossed over them, smelling them, ewww, she thought shuddering. Why did guys get so much out of the mess from women's bodies? She thought, at the very least, it must be unhygienic. She had left that pair at the back of her drawer, not touching them or wearing them. As silly as it would have sounded to someone if she told them, if he had cum into her knickers, she just didn't want to have her body touching his dried semen, it was, icky, she thought.

But what Penny had said did ring home, if her Dad walked in right now, he would most likely get an erection there and then, unable to hide his lust. He had clearly been watching porn, by the sounds of it, that fake lesbian shit they put on late at night for horny boys, and perverted old men. And while she never thought about being with a girl, the image of two girls in their underwear would turn a guy on. She was open minded enough to realise that.

"I gotta pee babes" Penny said standing, feeling the sheets peel off her back slightly. She rubbed her back, sweat dripping off and got to the door before pausing, turning back to Anne and grinning, raising her arms. Anne looked confused before grinning and nodding.

"Go quickly, Dad's downstairs and won't be coming up for a while" Anne said winking. Penny unlocked and opened the door, peaking out, hearing nothing but Anne's cat Billy scratching himself and tip toed down the hall to the bathroom, testing the door handle first to see if it was locked before pushing it open and running it in, almost slamming the door shut and running forward to the toilet, pulling her knickers down with one hand in mid stride and taking a seat. She also went to the point of starting to pee as she was sitting but decided against it, holding it in and releasing her stream. She could feel the pressure in her bladder and knew it would be a long one.

This was a new experience, sitting in her underwear doing a wee. She sat looking around the bathroom, unusually clean, light shining from the overhead spot lights onto the white surfaces, the usual clutter, razors, shaving foam, body washes of various brands and types, nothing unusual, just a bathroom. Her eyes moved from the shower block, again, picturing James stepping out, his large body dripping water onto the tiled surface.

Over the hamper, the one piece of clutter in the room, over spilling clothes slightly onto the floor, some of Anne's knickers she saw grinning at the top. She remembered that time at college Anne had pulled her aside and told her about her laundry situation; Knickers that went moving in a clothes pile without any assistance. Being a sister to two teenage brothers, she often smiled to herself when she would come home and 'find' her panties more damp than usual, her brothers tossing off into them. Thankfully, they only used her worn stained pairs, more than she wanted to think about. But while the thought of Anne's Dad wanking to porn was weird, the idea of him using Anne's knickers had been worse, Anne had never told her what had happened that night she had got home.

She looked forward at the door, at the door handle as it turned, her eyes flicking to the lock, still in place, and she froze, her pee flowing freely now, leaving to choices, stain the floor with her piss or wait to tell Anne to go away. It opened up, and James walked into the bathroom, that look of shock on his face as he stared at Penny, once more frozen, drawn towards his daughter's friend.

James stared forward looking at Penny sitting on the toilet, her legs open slightly, her crotch in shadow but the sound and sight of pee flowing evident, the dark golden liquid flowing from between her legs, dressed only in a bra covering her young breasts, her knickers half way between the door and the toilet bowel. He was in a situation drawn to the site of her sex, or what he could see of it, and doing the decent, married, thing and withdrawing quickly before it became to obvious he was getting aroused. He chose the first, just staring dumb founded at the young woman sitting before him. His bulge in his trousers showing clearly now, although the sudden pain of pubic hair sticking to his growing dick, straining against their roots and sending pain in his pubic area suddenly got his attention and he looked up at Penny's face.

Penny watched him look up, unable for reasons she couldn't explain to herself to scream or cover her modesty, instead just sitting their urinating, her legs still slightly open, not opening them further or snapping them shut, which would have resulted in a messy experience. Instead, as he stared at her sex, she looked at his waist, at the growing dick inside his clothes, pushing against the material, a small mound now showing. She stared at it, the part of his body that had resulted in Anne, and, he looked up, meeting her eyes.

"I uh, I'm sorry I didn't" he said weakly and stepped out pulling the door shut.

Penny felt her heart thumping in her chest, and thankfully, her stream stopping. She yanked some tissue free and cleaned herself up, dropping it into the bowel and flushing it down before standing and pulling her knickers back up, looking for a gown to cover herself up, anything to hide her modesty, not that she had much of that left after the peep show Anne's father had just enjoyed. Shit, might he be looking through the keyhole at her now? She pulled her knickers up around her waist, finding them sodden from the night at the club, and even more so from the few drops of pee that fell from her now, unable to control her body although thinking they might be from fear at the situation. She opened the door slowly, glancing out and thanked the Gods that James wasn't standing there. She didn't know he now lay on his beat wanking himself furiously, and as quietly as he ever had. So aroused, and frightened if anyone found out what he had seen.

Penny ran back to Anne's room, stumbling with the handle before opening it, finding her friend now dressed in her pink PJ's, lying on the bed covers. Penny dropped down beside her, sitting high, her knees in her chest, her arms rapped around them, shaking slightly. Anne sat up, staring at her friend and holding her in her arms.

"What happened?" Anne asked pushing the stand by key on the remote, the image turning off.

"Your dad walked in on me, when I was sitting, doing a wee" Penny explained slowly. Anne looked serious, then a smile spread across her face and she fell back laughing. Penny was angry for a moment until she thought about what she had said, what it meant, what would happen, and fell back also laughing out loud, shaking her head and feeling herself pee a little more into her knickers as the two girls fell further into hysterics, Penny dropping her arm over Anne laughing hysterically until she began to calm down, the two slightly entangled, Penny looking at Anne as she calmed down grinning, shaking her head.

Anne raised her head, kissing Penny on the lips softly and unwrapped herself, reaching for her light switch and turning it off, the room bathed in darkness, only the light from the hall way shining in from under the door, Anne curling up, her back to the jet of air from the fan, Penny lying confused, slightly angered, and, just, weird. James seeing her pee, Anne kissing her, any other time it would have been a gesture from one girl friend to another, here, now, after what had happened, she felt weird, and lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling. She had laughed it off with Anne, to an extent, but as she lay in the darkness, she could see James eyes staring down at her vagina, at the pee falling from her body, at her sex, and then the obvious erection he had grown but did he find her attractive?

Penny woke again, thinking it was morning until she looked at the glow from the digital clock, the numbers showing the time to be 1:37 am. She was tired, and knew she hadn't slept well. She stood, suddenly cold in just her underwear and walked to the door, all that alcohol they had drunk at the club again forcing her to go to the bathroom, only now, she locked the door and did her business. As she finished, she opened the door, turning the light off and stopped in the hallway staring at the open door to Anne's parent's bedroom. She tip toed forward and stopped at the open door, pushing it forward slowly, grateful it didn't creak but stopped, unable to open further as it bounced back slightly. She guessed something was behind it and poked her head in.

James lay under a thin sheet, alone. Maybe Kate hadn't come home, she thought, and stared at him, his shoulders showing. Was he sleeping in the nude? And a wicked though passed through her mind. Fairs, fair, she thought and she walked quietly into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed and gripped the sheet, her chest thumping, enough to wake the God's themselves if they had been listening. She raised the sheet gently and cursed, seeing darkness, and not seeing James tilt his head back, watching the girl holding his bed sheet up. He only woke up from the sudden cold draught passing over his rear.

"Kate" he mumbled, watching as Penny jumped back walking into the make up table, a few things falling to the floor. He turned his legs now out of the bed, the sheet falling around him revealing his naked body to the girl, only his chest clearly illuminated in the moonlight passing through the open window. He stood watching Penny the situation now reversed slightly, and in control of what would happen. She moved to leave but he raised his arm taking hers, holding her steady until her momentum stopped and he released her immediately. The contact long enough to signal he wanted her hear but if she wanted to leave, she could. This time, she chose the latter.

"Penny, what were you doing?" he asked quietly, making no effort to cover his penis hanging between his legs. Penny, however, did fold her arms across her chest, futile as she was only wearing a bra and pair of knickers, not having bothered to get changed into the night dress and regretting it, well, no, not regretting it, just wondering if James would have held onto her arm as he had if she had been more covered, if he wasn't showing the first signs of an erection as she thought of a reply.

"Well, you saw me earlier on, I just wanted to" she said, her voice trailing off. James grinned, reached down for the table light and turned it on, the dim glow illuminating his body. He took a seat and held out his arm, Penny accepting the invitation and walked forward, stopping in front of him as he sat back, his dick growing stiff. Penny, by James guidance, sat down on his legs, feeling like a little girl again, only this time there was a stiff piece of flesh pressing against her bare skin, and the realisation that the dampness in her knickers wasn't a result of a few drops of pee anymore, a much nicer, and quite alarming feeling developing. Arousal, desire, lust, and strangely, the will to touch him, not in a sexual way, not to wank him off, as he probably desired, but the need to explore his older body.

"It wont bite" he teased touching it for a second, holding it in his hands beating it gently, his cock growing to its length of 6' in his hand, warm, the odour of dried cum there but right now he didn't care, and he assumed Penny didn't either.

"I've seen dicks before" she said touching the eye of his penis, holding her finger there until she got braver and pushed his hands away, rolling her hands down the sides and length of his penis, playing with it more than anything, although this simple action was more than arousing for the male member. It held solid in her hands, Penny now at the base pushing her hands through his dark mass of pubic hairs to his testicles attached to his cock. She held them lightly in her hand, running her fingers over the lumpy hairy surface, squeezing them lightly not through malice or revenge but just curious, wondering what it was like to have dangling things between her legs, besides the odd string every month.

"No you've seen boy toys before, this is a real man's cock" James teased reaching up and brushing his hand through her hair, stroking her almost like a puppy as she played with her 'bone'. And Penny had relaxed a little more, sliding off his legs and onto the floor, sitting for a moment before he opened his legs allowing Penny to shift onto her knees sitting back on her feet and continuing to play with his dick. He was releasing a little pre-cum onto her finger tips, the sticky liquid absorbing into her skin, her hands now smelling entirely of his used cock, the rich smell of cum and sweat. She had done this with a couple of guys at college during class, although usually as soon as their zippers were down and their cocks were out they had shot their little loads onto the classroom floors. None last like James did.


Love For Her Dad Ch. 02



Penny pulled herself through the water, her arms moving in a circular motion until she felt herself reach the end of the pool, gripping the metal bar at the end of the pool and lowering her legs down, shaking her hair backwards out of her face as Anne finished her lap, a little slower than Penny in the water but she moved more gracefully. If she was honest, she admitted she was quite an aggressive swimmer, unlike Anne who took her time but moved through the water so gracefully, her strokes one constant, fluidic like motion, until she moved up along side Penny, smiling, water dripping off her face. Penny held the metal bar with her left hand, using her right to move it through Anne's hair, Anne shaking it about till it floated on the surface of the water.


"I needed that, I haven't been in a pool since, well, for at least a couple of years" Anne said, looking at the shrivelled skin on her fingertips; She rubbed them together feeling the folded loose skin it felt strange.

"Well, you swim like a professional honey. Although we need to get a move on if we are going to get back to yours in time" Penny said, her legs kicking beneath the water, brushing one against Anne's foot, Anne shifting slightly in the water staring at her friend for a brief second before turning to face the rim of the pool.

Anne placed her hands on the concrete rim, tensing her upper arm muscles and pushed upwards, her body rising out of the water, Penny's head focused on the exiting flesh, her eyes moving over the smooth wet rear of Anne, the lycra swimming costume pulled tightly between her legs, dark but very revealing. Anne swung her leg onto the side of the pool, her thigh muscles tensing as she raised her other out of the pool, placing it beneath her and standing up, for a moment of fear in Penny's mind, she almost fell backwards into the water but steadied herself, Penny reaching up and placing a reassuring hand against the small of Anne's back, holding her steady until Anne stepped forward, crouching down and taking her large towel off the white plastic chair, wrapping it around her waist.

Penny held that image in her head of Anne on the verge of falling backwards into the pool, in her mind she did, crashing into the water, the wake pushing Penny away against the side of the pool, Anne floating there deathly still. Her arms and legs spread in the water floating like a star, her star, Anne the new star.

Penny shook her head and pulled herself along the edge of the pool to the metal staircase, gripping the cool metal surface and climbing up out of the water onto the tiled floor, walking to her own towel and pulling it around her, the other swimmers in the pool continuing their laps, a few guys looking up at the two young women walking towards the changing rooms. Well, Penny thought, who could blame them, she thought with a smile, pushing one hand through her hair as she walked into the changing room, turning the numerous curves for the women's protection, the shallow pool of water around their feet warming their toes, Penny stepping out of the shallow pool and into the main room of the changing rooms, moving towards their lockers.

"I think I'm going to take a shower. Can you get my stuff out of your bag" Anne asked turning to face the metal lockers. She dropped the towel onto the wooden bench and began to peel the lycra costume off, rolling it down her wet skin, past her breasts, down around her thighs and rear and onto the floor, the wet costume a mass of fabric and chlorinated water at her feet. Anne held the towel tightly around her naked body, modestly overwhelming her, Penny, silently holding her breath hoping for it to slip maybe an inch or two, just enough to please her eyes. It didn't and Penny sighed to herself, showing less modesty as she peeled her own costume down her body, shaking it off her right leg onto the wooden bench.

Penny opened her locker with the key around her wrist, pulling the sports bag out and unzipping it, removing a plastic wash kit, placing it on the bench beside her bag and removing her own, taking her wet swim suit from the bench and placing it in a carrier bag, tying it up securely as she pushed her bag back into the locker, locking it shut and walking across the changing rooms with her towel over her shoulder, Anne staring in stunned disbelief at her naked friend walking into the shower blocks, placing the towel on a plastic holder and turning the head on, hot water cascading down over her body. Anne stepped in a moment later, taking the shower head close to her friend, placing the shampoo on the plastic rut sticking out, her wash cloth and shower gel next to it.

She squirted some onto her body, rubbing it into a foamy lather over her body, using the wash cloth to wash it away as the hot water moved down off her body into the drain. She squeezed the cloth free of the soapy mixture, soaking it for a brief moment before squirting some onto her arms and face, washing them thoroughly. Next she moved her cloth over her breasts, the fabric a little rough on her nipples where the swimsuit had been rubbing them. They hurt a little anyway going from extreme temperatures but this was nice feeling them like this, washing them with hot water. The soft fabric left her chest, Anne raising her left leg up, leaning her knee against the tiled wall.

Her thigh muscles were hurting a little she knew she had been swimming for a long time, past her normal amount of laps. They were probably a little strained she would need to have a nice massage on them later, yeah, and who would do that, she thought smiling, squeezing some gel onto her skin and washing the chlorinated water off her skin, water and chemical water falling into the drain, it didn't matter, she would still smell of the stuff but it would help get it off her. Science, she thought for a moment, people in old times didn't have chlorine or chemicals but still were able to swim.

A hand touched her shoulder, moving along her arm tightly, to her hand and onto the top of her shampoo bottle. She looked at Penny groping blindly, water soaking her hair her head tilted forwards, her face aimed towards the tiled wall. Anne took hold of Penny's hand around the bottle, gripping it tightly, and guided it back, Penny turning her head slightly and grinning at her friend as she pushed the cap up and squirted some into her hand. She massaged it between the two and moved it through her hair, massaging her scalp for a moment, a lather of bubbles on her head. Anne giggled at this, stepping from her own little space and behind her friend, pushing Penny's hands away and replacing them with her own, feeling Penny's head under her finger tips.

Penny kept her breathing steady, feeling her friends body against her own, the heat from the water mixing with that from her body as Anne pressed herself tighter into Penny, scrubbing Penny's hair with her fingers, moving it down the length of her hair, rubbing the loose strands. Penny lent her head back, the main of her hair now falling backwards into Anne's touch, the other girl smiling as she washed the hair, the steam and heat obscuring her view of Penny's hand slipping down her body, over her pubic bone, through the short pubic hair and to the tip of her vagina, feeling the loose skin of her vagina lips, touching it briefly before pulling her hand back.

Anne rinsed her hands under Penny's water jet and pushed her head forward gently, water washing the top layer of shampoo off her head. She looked for conditioner, seeing none, and began to rinse the foam and bubbles from her head, the white liquid pouring down, some stinging Penny's eyes, but most falling now into the drain. She moved her fingers down the loose long dark hair, more than once her fingertips leaving the hair and running down Penny's back to the curve of her spine near her hips. She pulled her hands away and again moved them slightly heavier through Penny's hair before finally dropping them away, returning Penny's smile as the girl turned her head nodding, Penny dropping her head forward and pulling her hair over her shoulders.

Anne walked back to her own shower, finishing hers quickly as Penny left the shower block, taking her towel from the holder. Anne rinsed the soap off her body, ensuring her hair was clean before taking her gel and shampoo, pulling her towel around her body covering her breasts and genitals, and followed Penny back to the locker, her friend having already removed her own back pack and Anne's, both on the wooden bench.

"Thanks for washing my hair honey, although you really should consider being a masseuse for a profession" Penny joked sitting on the bench drying herself gently, fumbling in her bag for her underwear, removing a white simple pair of knickers and a matching bra, laying them on the bench as she removed a white FCUK t-shirt and a pair of faded blue denim jeans. Anne smiled at Penny's remarks looking down at her hands for a split second as she took out her short skirt and cream blouse setting them over her backpack.

"I was only washing your hair babe" Anne replied taking her panties and stepping into the leg holes, pulling them up her moist skin, struggling for a moment as they stuck to her thighs before she gave them one final tug, her knickers pulling tightly against her crotch before she released her grip, using her hand on the material to get comfortable.

"Honey, guy's have given me massages before, and most of the time all they do is press and pull my skin, usually does more harm than good. But that was really nice" Penny said pulling her knickers up covering her pubic hairs. She slipped her arms into her bra straps, reaching behind and snapping it shut, adjusting the cups slightly until she felt comfortable, looking at her friend in just her knickers, drinking the sight for a moment before looking away, picking up her white t-shirt and pulling it over her head, the moisture on her skin soaking some of the fabric against her, well, there was little she could do about that.

"Well as I said, I was only washing your head but I'm glad you enjoyed it babe. Although your decision to wear a white t-shirt over a wet body, are you screaming slut" Anne said smiling, laughing lightly. Penny turned, her hands on her hips, some of the fabric obviously sticking to her skin stretching the top around the curve of her breasts. She shook her head smiling and punched Anne lightly on the arm laughing as well and reached for her jeans, sliding them up her legs, the denim rubbing them slightly, they would be hurting when they got back to Anne's, just as well she had no intention of wearing them for long. But that thought she didn't tell Anne.

Anne pulled her bra on, fastened it shut and pulled her cream blouse over her bra, buttoning it shut. She stuffed her costume into a carrier bag, pushed her wash stuff in and zipped it shut pulling the rubber band off her wrist, inserting the key back into the lock and walking towards the frosted windowed swing door around the corner, waiting patiently as Penny finished dressing and caught up with her, Penny teasingly, so it seemed to Anne, pinching her rear as the two girls left the changing rooms, Anne giggling as they walked, Penny relishing the feel of the girls rear cheek in her grasp for that fleeting second, she would memorise every curve, sensation and feeling of Anne's left ass cheek.

James Pollock sat in his office working on his PC, glancing at the clock ticking away on the far wall. Thankfully, his position here entitled him to his own office, his own space in this line of work, financial management, hardly the career he had dreamed about as a kid. Well, in all honesty he thought stopping, leaning back in the leather chair, being an international space hero or adventurer was hardly ever a possibility, still, they had been his dreams, and now his only dream was working hard enough to get a bonus for his work to take his family away to somewhere hot, the Bahamas perhaps. Or somewhere scenic, yes, he would like to go back to Italy again, hopefully someday soon, he realised leaning forward and saving his document on Word, quitting the application and standing.

"Mr. Pollock, Mr. Anderton is on line 1 sir. He wants to make sure you'll have the Atkins and Hobbs assessment completed by the end of the week" Sue his personal secretary said through the intercom on his desk. He leant on the desk closing his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The Atkins and Hobbs assessment had taken over most of his department, it was that important to his firm, but that was why he was getting paid a lot of money. He made those calls and was rewarded healthily. He moved his hand back to the intercom.

"Thank you Sue, tell him it will be finished and on his desk by Friday" James replied pressing the reply key before releasing it and walking over to the coat peg on the far wall beside the door. He removed his long dark coat, another trademark symbol of the business worker in the city, the dark long coat that blended him into the crowd of the other drones. Well, they didn't have a nubile, attractive and very willing 18 year old girl staying in their houses tonight, well, maybe a few of them might do. And he did tonight, and once more he was very grateful that Anne had remained friends with this girl, she was so much like Zoe, ahh Zoe, another of Penny's old friends, and one he had been so close to taking past that point, popping her cherry, he thought grinning. And that had almost cost him his marriage so he was more careful now, sticking to porn to satisfy his lusts.

James pushed some papers into his brief case and flicked the light switch off, walking out of his office and nodding at Sue sitting at her desk working for a little while longer on her computer. He had to make sure she got her bonus this year, she had done so much for him above and beyond the call of duty, he had slept on her couch for two weeks while he patched things up with Kate, she was the closest thing he had to an affair, and yet, through choice or desire, she was celibate, and tactfully refused his advances, politely and within reason. And as such, he knew his boundaries and respected her choices, so was comfortable to be himself around her, and was nothing but professional at work.

He avoided a large part of the rush hour traffic, driving along the back roads, and also fortunate with a football game on at the local stadium. Most of the traffic was tied up around there leaving him with a relatively quiet drive home, reving the Porsche up a little, hearing the engine pur as he put his foot down on the open roads, finally turning off the main road and into the residential area, slowing his speed as he worked his way along the roads and finally onto his, seeing a few of the local kids he knew playing outside on this warm evening, the sun now slightly lower casting shadows around the roads. They were good kids on the whole, never causing too much trouble with the exception of the odd ball over the fence or such, normal neighbourhood kids.

James parked the Porsche up in his drive, protected by a double-railed wooden fence, stepped out locking the door behind him and walked towards his front door, glancing through the windows for a sign of life. He saw it, two bodies in the front lounge walking away towards the twin sliding doors leading into the back door. James changed his direction, pushing the metal gate open, latching it shut quietly and walking down the alley, stopping at the edge to their back garden hearing his daughters voice talking about sun block protection, and Penny replying lightly. Penny, a girl that had dominated his thoughts recently, those lips and hands wrapped around his penis holding him gently but firmly, staring up into his eyes. He felt his penis stiffen slightly against the tight fabric of his suit trousers.

"Hi dad" Anne said noticing him in the shadows. James lowered his brief case over his crotch and stepped forwards, nodding and smiling at the girls, stopping and trying his best to give that look, the look that said we didn't do that in my day, although if truth be told he could remember long lazy afternoons of just sun bathing around the local pond in the park with his mates, staring at the girls in their long skirts. Except when it was hot, then they had worn shorts with their tops, ahh, those hot summer days.

"Hi Anne, is this all you two have done today?" he asked walking forwards and into the lounge from the garden, setting his brief case on the floor beside the long couch. He walked back to the doorway, looking at the two of them. Anne, he couldn't guess or didn't want to what she wore but she had a light piece of material over her crotch and chest, and nothing else besides, if she was wearing underwear or a bathing suit he couldn't see or tell; Penny however he was interested in seeing.

She had on a pair of faded denim jean shorts, with a slight pink pattern on them, they were Anne's, he knew. He had seen them on her before, and even washed them when his daughter was lazy; although if truth were told that was more on the off chance he might find a pair of her knickers but he kept that thought, to himself. Penny also wore a white t-shirt, one of those FCUK brand ones. This said on the front, 'Touch my goods if you are rich enough'. Well, he decided, he would try later even if he did have a large mortgage to repay. She was beautiful, her body radiant in the sun, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead causing her skin to shine, she was beautiful.

"No, we were swimming at the pool but it was starting to get full up with old, fat, smelly people so we came home" Anne replied laughing sitting beside her friend in the other white plastic sun bather chair. Old, fat, smelly people, was he one of those to the girls, a bored overweight married pervert?

"Anne that's not nice. Have you fed the pussies?" James asked crouching down as Tiggles walked out purring happily. Penny angled her head around slightly, looking at him through the dark sunglasses, raising her right eyebrow and grinning slightly, towards him. James stood with Tiggles on his right shoulder, stroking his back as he went inside quickly. Anne turned to reply but her dad was gone, and she shrugged and lay back down in the sun. She lay there until the sun went down about an hour later, and woke up, sitting up looking down at her stomach. It was slightly golden brown, and very moist, sweat rolling down her front into the cloth over her crotch. The opposite bather was empty.

Penny stood noticing Anne's heavy breathing and walked inside, removing her sunglasses and dropping them on top of her rucksack, listening intently for James voice or any sound of him, hearing some pots tumbling in the kitchen and deciding to try there. She walked quietly through the house, through the corridor and into the kitchen arch, staring at him in his business suit crouching down placing the cat food on the floor. The curve of his body was hidden inside the suit so she closed her eyes and pictured him that night she had surprised him in his room, felt his penis tasted him briefly; and the next day, when he had touched her vagina, and saw the disappointment in his eyes when he had felt her bleeding, her period coming to her at the worst time.

"Penny, I uh, are you ok?" James asked seeing the girl standing in the doorway, her eyes shut.

Penny opened her eyes, facing the man she had been lusting after watching her curiously, no intent or desire just curious to see what was going to happen now, well, specifically, what Penny was going to do now.

"I'm fine, just a bit hot and sticky" Penny said walking into the kitchen, reaching for a glass and opening the fridge door, looking for the OJ. James opened the freezer door, removed the ice tray and took a couple of cubes out, replacing the tray and walking to Penny pouring herself some fruit juice into the glass. She saw the ice cubes and smiled, raising her eyebrows jokingly and put the juice back into the fridge, standing up facing James.




Love For Her Dad Ch. 02



"Did you get those for my drink?" Penny asked reaching for his hands. James walked around her, pressing her against the counter with his body mass, Penny watching him. He set one cube in his mouth, holding it between his teeth and held the other in his trembling fingertips, the cube melting quickly in his hot grasp. He touched it against her throat, Penny turning her head back, and let him move it down her throat to the top of her chest, moving it in circular patterns. He glanced at the water rolling down under her white t-shirt.

James raised the cubes to her lips she took it like a shoulder sucking it from his grasp. He grasped the edge of her white t-shirt and lifted it up, her stomach, her chest and finally her arms exposed to him. She raised her arms and he pulled it up but left it on her body, Penny blinded now unable to see anything with her arms in the t-shirt over her head. James smiled, staring at the girl before him, all the control and teasing she had put him through coming down to his, staring at his daughters 18 year old friend in her white bra before him.

"Please, take it off" she asked quietly. James took the second cube from his mouth, slightly smaller now, and began again to touch her skin with it, resuming his glistening path from her throat, down her chest and between the crack of her breasts, preferring to move it over her right breast, for no reason, moving it over the fabric and flesh. He pushed his finger into the fabric and pulled the bra away from her breast, moving the cube over the rough flesh of her nipple, the cube touching it briefly, sending ice cold pulses through her chest. This pushed Penny back on the counter slightly, the sudden cold shocking her.

James moved his head forward, pulling her bra cup down over her right breast, the quivering nipple, slightly red with the contact from the ice, stiffer than the left. He lowered his lips around it, his tongue moving out slowly, touching the surface, tasting her sweat on his tongue, the taste of chlorine?, well she had been swimming, he guessed, but also the feeling of cold water drops. He moved his lips inward over the dark flesh and clasped them around her nipple, sucking the stiff erect flesh on her breast into his mouth, licking it like and eager child, teasing it with his teeth, not biting it, just applying some pressure onto it, rolling his teeth along the bottom and top of the nipple.

Penny, struggling in her t-shirt, got her arms out and dropped the shirt on the counter top, James teasing her nipple. He bit down gently on it, she nearly collapsed her back weakening, her knees giving out under her, Penny gripping his body and pulling herself against his body. She regained a little strength and her left hand shot up to his head, angling it upwards and their lips met, their heads angled, their mouths open, tasting each other, kissing each other with passion and love, Penny's soft small tongue pressed down and stroked with James long old one, juice and saliva moving between each other. When Penny broke the kiss, she felt a little dropping off her bottom lip onto her breast.

James hands went down to Penny's jean shorts, yanking the zipper down roughly, almost pulling her off the counter. She held still, and his hands moved into her clothes, feeling the soft white cotton knickers under his grasp, holding her legs in his grasp. Penny for her part tried her best to relax but this wasn't relaxing, intense, definitely, enjoyable, well, that was still to be decided but it wasn't relaxing, having two older, mature, and experienced hands groping about her knickers. She did give him a little sign however, opening her legs. His hands were clasped together now, wedged between her legs. He pushed them apart Penny opening her legs on the counter, resting her feet on the counter top.

"Your not bleeding now are you?" James asked looking at the girl in front of him. Penny shook her head, and James reached down with her left hand lowering his zipper and freeing his penis from his boxers, the semi erect organ waking up, blood pumping through the muscles as it grew stuff, brushing against the flesh of her lower thigh muscle in her leg, she felt that, felt the foreskin on his penis pull backwards as he raised it up towards the open zipper, and the waiting hole beyond.

James ripped the jean shorts off her, hurting her slightly but Penny didn't comment, instead she lifted her now free legs and wrapped them around his body, pulling him in tightly, feeling James desperately trying to guide his penis into her. It pressed against the material of her knickers briefly until he yanked them clear and used one hand pushing into her vagina as a beacon almost, wriggling his penis closer and closer, rubbing along the length of her sex until he came upon the entrance to her hole, looking up and staring into her eyes, Penny holding them shut nodding slowly after a second, her bottom lip in her teeth.

James entered her a little at first, then a little deeper, then out, Penny crying a few tears but smiling, her mouth open grinning, turning her head at a deep angle and kissing James lips, almost sucking the life out of his mouth, James returning her kisses and accepting Penny as she angled her head and exposed her neck. He lent forward kissing it, feeling her pressing against his mouth. So he kissed harder, licking it deeply, then began to suck on it, sucking flesh into his mouth licking the area and hearing her moan and sigh as she almost forced more of her neck into his mouth, James eagerly accepting it.

She lifted her crotch up and pushed it down onto his penis. It didn't fill her as she imagined it would, but it felt wonderful, and when it was inside, did she feel it. James stared at her with wide eyes, and pulled back slightly, before pushing himself into her, always teasing her by holding back his penis, then driving it back into her. With each thrust, she moaned, sighed, each drive of his dick into her forced her neck back, her head leaning at a strange angle, her hair flowing freely, Penny, enjoying being fucked by her friends dad.

James continued to thrust into her, the excitement building up inside him. He desperately wanted to fuck this girl for longer but knew he didn't have long himself. Unlike those porn stars, he would only last a few moments until his orgasm came. Penny was close herself, gripping the wooden edge of the counter as he drove himself up into her, juice flowing quite freely now out of her body, her legs and thighs tensing as she felt it building up. Felt it gaining pressure, her body wanting to release this sexual build up and reward her with so much pleasure.

Instead she felt a power squirt up into her body, hot juice trickling upwards into her, and still no release for her. James gave her a few more thrusts but it was for his benefit really, the last few spurts of his cum ejaculating up into her body, mixing with her own aroused juices. He looked at her face, sweat shining on her forehead, her eyes closed, her body desperately wanting that release but she wouldn't gain it from him, despite the pleasure she had given him. She glanced at the clock behind his head, his best efforts had lasted only a few minutes, she smiled inwardly. On the outside, she took his head and kissed him sighing, groaning, James buying it, her 'orgasm'.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked breathing heavily, his penis growing smaller inside her body.

"Uh huh" she said in her best, seductress voice, kissing his lips, sucking his tongue, reaching down and feeling his small cock sliding out of her vagina, his juice, his present for her, moving up inside her, into her womb. He was happy, his ego would be inflated now, and hopefully, she could start getting some of her own pleasure. She lent forward kissing him lazily, reaching up and raising her bra cup over her breast, smiling into his chest as she lent her head forward against his body.

Penny pulled herself away from him, James stepping back straightening his clothes, noticing Tiggles sitting on the table cleaning himself, well, some things never changed, but his life had just changed, for the best he hoped. Penny jumped down, pulling her knickers over her crotch, feeling how wet and sticky they were now, stepping into her jean shorts and pulling them up her legs, fastening the zipper. She pulled her t-shirt on wishing she had insisted he wore a condom but not overtly bothered that he hadn't, the way he had ejaculated into her, the feel of his cum flushing out of his dick up into her had almost been enough to push her over the edge, given her, her own orgasm but she was still frustrated, she still desperately needed to cum.

She smiled and walked out of the kitchen, and jumped out of her skin.

Anne stood still watching Penny leave the kitchen, her head at an angle slightly curious as to what Penny had been up to. Penny walked awkwardly by and up the stairs to the bathroom, Anne shrugging and walking towards the kitchen door, her foot steps heavy now, echoing down the passage way. She reached the door and pushed it open.

James straightened his clothes, he had just fucked a young girl, made her cum, given her an orgasm as well as shooting up into her, something Kate hadn't let him do in a long time. He pulled his zipper up, and heard Penny's footsteps walking back to the kitchen. He stood grinning and walked on his tiptoes towards the cabinet beside the kitchen door, grinning as he waited patiently for the girl to walk in. She did a second later, and he reached forward to cover her eyes and froze when he saw the lighter hair of Anne his daughter. His hands snapped back and he turned quietly, reaching for something on the table.

"Hi Dad, is Penny ok?" Anne asked seeing her dad leaning over the table. He looked up indifferently, shrugged, and continued with what he was doing. Anne shook her head and noticed the glass of OJ.

"Did you want your drink?" Anne asked raising the glass to her lips. James turned, trying to ignore the dampness in his trousers and shook his head smiling, picking up the local paper and walking past her into the main lounge. Anne took the glass and walked towards the stairs, surprised the find an ice cube in the drink this was just what she needed after an hour sleeping in the sun, and she finished it quickly setting it on the banister rail before walking upstairs to spend some quality time with Penny, she really hadn't done enough of that recently, she thought, scratching her head a little.

Penny found herself sitting on the loo, her stomach slightly bloated after eating such a large dinner made by Kate. She had eaten quite a bit, refusing desert however, politely of course, and gone to the loo. During the main course, she had felt James foot brushing against hers teasingly, and had had to relieve herself. So here she sat, trying to relax her bladder to pee but finding it increasingly difficult so sat here thinking, looking at the bathrobes hanging on the door. James had a long blue one, Anne's, she knew, and Kate's hung at the end, a pink silk one, it was pretty.

"Excuse, can I come in" a voice asked on the opposite side. Penny instinctively moved to close her legs but hesitated. Anne had seen her anyway, and why was she so suddenly shy, after almost touching herself so openly when they had been in the shower blocks at the swimming pool. No, she had nothing to be ashamed about, so she kept her legs open.

"Of course you can but I'm on the loo so keep the door shut" Penny answered. The door opened a crack and a female body slipped in but it wasn't Anne, it was Kate, her mother. Now Penny did move to close her legs a little but relaxed a bit when Kate smiled at her walking to the sink, her nightclothes over her arm. She turned smiling, not saying a word, unzipping her skirt and dropping it to the floor, removing her jacket and shirt and draping them over the washing hamper, standing in her bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings before her daughters friend. Penny accustomed to surprising people sat stunned, and slightly panicking herself exposed to this older woman.

"Was he good?" Kate asked taking a seat on the rim of the bath, her leg crossed staring at the teenage girl before her, looking at her, analysing this person her husband had just fucked.

"Excuse me?" Penny asked stunned a little, the flow of pee falling from her body trickling to a stop, before tension and fear took over and she started peeing again, looking wide eyed and to her surprise guilt ridden to this man's wife.

"Don't play the wide eyed innocent girl routine honey. I've seen it done better before by cleverer girls than you. Just answer me, was he good" Kate stated grinning ruthlessly.

Penny shook her head looking down at her feet, praying she wasn't about to become a Zoe, and leave Anne, her best friend because of a moment of lust had over taken her basic judgement and shed succumbed to her desires. She couldn't loose her best friend because of this, and know Kate knew, and her world was tumbling down around her, crumbling.

"No I'm not surprised. Did you enjoy it?" Kate asked laughing to herself more than Penny, standing and walking to the sink, staring at her self in the mirror, the image in front of her confused, angry, but not surprised he had done this, again. As long as the slut had used protection, she thought shaking her head, staring back down at the girl on the toilet, still peeing but the golden flow slowing down a little now, for long moments, it was the only sound in the bathroom, the sound of her pee flow hitting the ceramic toilet basin. 

Again Penny shook her head and again Kate wasn't surprised. She knew her husband, his kinks, those he had shared and those he tried to keep hidden from her and knew he never lasted long when he was aroused. Unless this girl was a total slut she probably wouldn't have had her orgasm. Was that surprising to her? She had known this girl a long time, seen her develop from that awkward bratty 10 year old to this mature young woman in front of her, had she really misjudged her that badly.

"How" Penny asked quietly. Kate turned looking at the girl. She turned the hamper upside down, spilling clothes onto the floor. She sat on the hamper facing the girl directly, seeing the dark shadow of her sex, the folds of her young vagina in between her legs, where his dick had pushed its way in, like a disease, like cancer working its way in corrupting something so beautiful and special. He really couldn't keep his dick in his trousers.

"How? we've been married a long time honey, too long I think sometimes. I no when something has changed, and he's acting like he did after your friend Zoe, plus men make horrible liars" she said smiling, feelings of hate and anger towards Penny moving out of her mind as she stared at this scared girl on the loo. College, experience, life could teach you many things but at the end of the day, when faced with overwhelming pressure, you either faced it or you ran away. Fight or flight, some philosopher had said, and here was the example of this, a girl who showed herself off to the world as some tough, controlling character but faced with pressure reverted to this quiet, crying little girl.

"I should be so hurt over this, so betrayed and let down, you no what, I'm really not" Kate said, resting her arm on her knee, resting her head in her chin staring at Penny, shaking her head. Penny looked at Kate curiously.

"Your not?" Penny said, sniffing, dabbing away a tear falling from her eye with her shirtsleeve. Kate answered this with another shake of her head, moving forwards and kneeling before the girl. She broke off some toilet tissue from the holder and moved it up to Penny's face, dabbing the tears away with the tissue, holding her head in her hand gently smiling as she did this. No, she couldn't blame this girl, in her heart of hearts, when she tried to blame James, she couldn't, things hadn't been right in a long time, they had tried to deny it after Zoe but again with Penny, no, things just were not right.

Penny looked down at her friends mum, smiling up at her and felt her heart open up. She lent forward crying heavily now, tears pouring down her cheeks, howling almost in pain and fear onto Kate's exposed shoulder. Kate held her like a mother, patting her gently on the back until Penny calmed down a little, raising her head with all her strength and looking into Kate's eyes. Kate lent forward, kissing Penny on the cheek, tasting the bitter salty tears beneath her tongue, licking them away softly. She could feel soft hairs under her tongue, down to her mouth, and kissed them softly, eventually pulling her head away, staring at the girl before her.

Penny blinked hesitantly and lent forward, pressing a kiss onto Kate's mouth, soft, gentle, contrasting to James rough kissing and sucking of her mouth, the way he had almost been desperate to suck her mouth from her head, Kate was gentle, her lips making brief, electric like contacts, pricks of pleasure where her lips peeled away, her tongue flicking out like a snakes probing into her mouth. Those hands holding the tissue moving forward, rubbing her red thighs, hurting from the swimming, the abrasion of rubbing against the fabric of James suit trousers and the sweat that had soaked through after sun bathing.

Kate's finger nail's felt the rough flesh first, teasing her lips gently, almost itching the sensitive skin of Penny's vagina, pushing gently forward but never going to far, just holding the kiss, pulling back and giving her more, gentler and quick kisses, there heads tilting now away from each other as the kisses grew stronger, and more intimate, Kate's right hand raising up moving into Penny's hair, pulling her head, her lips against her, that strength of James so different, but oh so similar to Kate's, Penny thought, enjoying this more than she ever thought she would.

"Come on" Kate said standing, taking Penny's hands. Penny stood and walked swiftly behind Kate, down the corridor and into the main bedroom of the house.

James walked into the bedroom, the lights were off, and he could hear slow steady breathing, both girls were sleeping heavily. He crept forward in the darkness, removing his shoes with his toes and stopped beside the bed, looking down at the girl before him. She wore nothing, but lay, facing away from him, like she had done that time when she had been sleeping. He stared at her naked body, drinking in the curves, the view of this girl he had slept with and fallen in love with. Well, fallen in lust with, he was lusting after her like a love sick dog, he wanted to do all sorts of things with her but knew enough not to push things, if it was going to happen, it would.

He moved a hand to her hair, moving it through, it was so soft and long, he loved feeling long hair, moving his fingers through it, touching it, the one area where woman spent most of their time. So much love went into making hair look like it did and he felt spending time appreciating it wasn't too much to ask. So he sat here on the double bed stroking Penny's hair, wondering if he would have long before Anne returned from the loo. He had learnt that lesson he wasn't going anywhere near there.

But she was beautiful, oh so beautiful, to beautiful. He pulled his shorts down his legs, kicking them off onto the floor. He removed his shirt throwing it at the ground and lay down behind Penny, his arm wrapping around her body, Penny's hand grasping his, for a moment, before releasing it on top of her stomach. She moved to turn in her sleep but he held her still, facing down, her ass exposed to him. He smiled ruthlessly, now she would pay for all that teasing she had put him through.

He climbed up onto his knees, placing one either side of her legs and looked down at the soft curve of her rear, holding each cheek gently as he squeezed them, no resistance, no tension, her body was his, all his. He lowered his body and tasted her rear cheek, smelling the faint hint of shit, so Penny had gone to the loo first, no harm in that, he thought smiling, moving his tongue down over the soft flesh of her left cheek, closing his lips and finishing his lick with a soft kiss, his tongue point leaving a blob of saliva on her skin.




Love For Her Dad Ch. 02



James moved back and kissed the other cheek, now gripping each cheek and pulling them apart, his tongue tasting the bitterness of her shit, almost overwhelming him as he brushed her anus, wriggling the tip in slightly but pulling it away, using the saliva in his mouth to spit the taste onto her body, disgusted with the taste in her mouth. How anyone found that nice was beyond him, but before him was a sleeping teenage girl, her anal hole loose, wet and moist, ready to be his; but he didn't want her there, he wanted her cunt.

Anne was dreaming, in her dream, Penny had found her strap on dildo, when had she brought that? She wondered. She didn't no, she didn't care, Penny wanted to fuck her and she was so willing she had cuffed her legs to the pillars at the bottom of her bed, her legs spread wide, her hands holding her cunt lips open for the giant plastic dildo hanging down between Penny's legs. In her dream, Penny pushed herself into Anne's body, filling her wet cunt with her dick, both girls enjoying this beyond all the pleasure any boy had given them. Penny was fucking her best friend, and Anne was enjoying it, in her dream.In reality, James had turned her over, wriggling his way into her body, looking down at her stomach and breasts and he thrust in and out of her, biting his lip, staring at her.

He felt moisture around his cock, knew he hadn't cum, and smiled to himself, guessing Penny had cum in her sleep, to whatever fantasy or feeling a girl felt when she was sleeping and came. Was it as good as being awake and having an orgasm?, he didn't no, he probably never would. So instead he quickened his thrusts, his eyes shut tightly now, moving his hips forward and back, his penis sliding in and out, the tension over the tip of his cock sending ripples of pleasure through his body, his body tensing now, ready to shoot once more into this cunt, that's all she was really to him, he thought.

The lights came on, James eyes shot open as he ejaculated, almost collapsing forward as he lost all strength in his body. Until he saw the girl in front of him, the face whose eyes opened to see him, Anne. The girl who opened her eyes and saw her naked father lying naked on top of her, the pressure of his penis inside her vagina, his hot cum trickling up into her. The scream that left her mouth would have woken the dead, instead it brought tears to Penny's eyes, and shame to Kate's.

To Be Continued...

Again hope to hear some feedback on this. I have gone for a slightly darker ending to this part and love to no how to carry this on, any suggestions would be appreciated.



Love For Her Dad Ch. 03



Love For Her Dad 3: Passions Consequence.

James Pollock sat on the rumpled sheets in the hotel room, the main light off, the glow of the exterior lights casting shadows into the room, a shadow that weighed heavily on his heart as he sat on the bed, naked, one leg draped around the small firm figure of his teenage daughter, Anne sleeping heavily against his body, her petite body that of an angel's compared to his, with a soul of a devil or so he thought at this moment. It seemed like a lifetime ago he had been James Pollock, husband to a wife who loved him, and father to a daughter who respected him. Now he sat in a fairly expensive hotel room with his daughter sleeping against him, no, not his daughter, his lover.

That fateful night he had been kicked out of the family home, Kate screaming at him, calling him a rapist and bastard, and Anne running after him, naked as he had left her, the girl clinging to her father with a love that went beyond that of a daughter to her father. Kate had watched him walk away, taking there one truly precious gift to the world with him, there daughter, Anne. She was a bridge to his former life but it was a bridge that was rapidly crumbling away.

"Dad" Anne asked sleepily waking, sitting up staring at the man who had been her father and become her lover. She turned in the bed, rotating on her rear and wrapping her legs around his waist, moving her small hand through his dark chest hair, the other gently caressing his placid penis, his crotch rough beneath her touch. It was still damp, a little cum collecting around his foreskin, and inside her body.

"Sorry honey, did I wake you?" he asked looking down at Anne, his large hands stroking her, almost like a cat or a dog, his left holding her back, contact with her skin brushing against it, his right holding her against her right thigh, the soft flesh so different from Kate's firmer, almost tougher skin. The result of Anne's pushing her hips out, and never really returning to that beautiful woman he had married so long ago.

"You did, but if your awake, I want to be awake" Anne said shifting again on the bed, the sheets sticking to her damp sweaty skin. She pulled James tightly against her, pressing her breasts against his skin, holding his head against her shoulder and letting him breathe his hot breath against her back. She felt a tear run down his cheek on her skin, mixing with a bead of sweat running down the spine of her back.

"Your to good for me Anne, I've really fucked our lives up" he muttered, his tears growing stronger now. Anne lifted his head up to hers, turning her head and kissing him on the lips, holding the kiss as if it gave them strength and life. She released his lips and moved hers over his cheeks and eyes, tasting the salty tears with her tongue and licking his face clean. James sat still, motionless as his daughter caressed and kissed his face, flicking his tongue out infrequently over her neck.

"We've done nothing wrong dad, nothing" Anne said pushing him back against the head board. She climbed up and sat on his chest, her dark pubic hairs scratching him slightly, but in a way he would not complain about. She sat before him, her body glowing from the light that was shining in, and the thin veil of sweat that still remained on her. She was radiating an energy and love he alone was meant to feel.

"For fuck sake Anne, you're my daughter and we're sleeping together in a hotel room. This, whole thing is wrong" James said. He looked away, then back at Anne who sat still watching him, pity, not anger on her face. His eyes never left hers as his penis began to stiffen, pressing against her ass. She didn't smile, didn't grin didn't show any signs of lust. She just reached around with her right hand and took his penis in her hand, feeling it grow in her grasp, pressing against her grip and poking out the top.

"Your penis doesn't think it's wrong, so a part of you doesn't think what we have is bad" she said quietly. He smiled at her, shaking her head.

"My penis got me into this" James said, lust, that most fearful of conditions in the male psyche overtaking his rational decision, making. James, as most women attested to, was thinking with his dick.

Anne pushed herself up on her knees, crawled back and pressed herself down, James penis touching the folds of her vagina. She moved it back with her hand, feeling it slide into place and lowered her body down, some of his and her cum still moist enough to allow him into her body. Anne now sat on her knees and his legs, his erect penis still inside her vagina. He made no movement to stimulate his cock, no thrusting or grunting as he had only earlier that evening, he just enjoyed this stillness and feeling of being inside his daughter.

Anne bent her chest forward, her hair hanging down into face as she took his head and kissed him, moving her lips and tongue down his face, arching her head back as she moved around to his neck and sucked and kissed there, focusing her lips on the right side of his neck. She sucked greedily on his neck like a baby to a breast, pulling the flesh into her mouth and releasing it, a red mark glowing as she moved her mouth further down his body to his chest.

The daughter sucked on the breast of the father, her lips enclosed around his stiff nipple, licking the surface lightly with her tongue, curling it around as it stiffened in the gap of her teeth. She pulled it into her mouth, shaking her hair back as it fell into her eyes, and gripped his thighs, running her tongue down the length of his stomach and chest to his penis.

"Anne" James moaned, his penis stiffening as she pushed her mouth around it. She licked the end of his cock, cleaning it with her tongue then taking it into her mouth. It was a nice size, not giant but enough to fill her mouth and press against the bridge of her throat, rubbing against it as she pulled her head back and sucked quickly, thrusting her head back and forth, sucking it.

James lay back on the pillow his head angling back slightly against the headboard. A smile formed on his face as his pushed his crotch against his daughter's face. She was eager to please her father, her lover, her hands pushing against his legs, gripping his ass cheeks, her fingers wriggling ever close to his hole. This was so fucking wrong he thought, his body overtaken now by hormones, by it felt so fucking good.

Anne kicked the door shut with the back of her foot. She lent heavily against it, her eyes shut, her chest rising up and down as she was silently grateful for a silent house, hopefully an empty house. The time she spent with her father she wouldn't change for one second, she considered, but she always came away from his hotel room feeling dirty, covered in sin, full of regret. Her body was satisfied but she was far from happy in her mind thinking of what was going on. She wanted her mum and dad back together as it had been the moral righteous part of her wanted that. But another wanted to move out tomorrow and be with her dad how he wanted, his new lover and wife even if it was never accepted. No one had to know it was that part that made her feel dirty.

Anne removed her shoes with her toes and dropped her bag on the floor beside the stairs, walking forward and stopping at the arch into the main lounge, staring at the sofa where Penny had sat a few days ago, the man she loved now, her father staring at her best friend with those lustful eyes he now had only for her. Penny, the girl that had come into there family's life and turned it upside down, and all the way around again.

As she turned away from the room, she heard a thud from upstairs, in her mum's room. Anne turned and walked up the stairs, first going into her room and taking off her top, reaching for the full-length body top and walking towards the bathroom, pushing her parents, no she thought, her mothers door open with her foot. She walked in and froze, a black woman crouching in front of the dresser sweeping pieces of cracked china up into the blue dustpan.

"Who the hell are you?" Anne asked. The lady turned her head and looked away quickly standing up. Anne looked down and pulled her towel up, realising she was standing in her bra and trousers, and stinking of sex, her chest and breasts stained where her dad had shot onto her chest when she had pulled his dick out and aimed it at her.

"I am Olembre, Ms. Sorinson hired me to help around the house. You must be Anne" Olembre replied angling the dustpan into the small bin at her feet. The china fell to the bottom cracking a little more as it hit the surface but settling. She was shorter than Penny, Anne judged, about 5'6 in height. She had a fuller frame than Penny's athletic build, the curve of her stomach and rear pronounced in her blue uniform, the logo of the cleaning company on the tunic front.

She had rich, dark skin, her accent foreign, possibly African maybe, Anne guessed, although she didn't want to offend her by saying so, so left it at Olembre hired by her mother, using her maiden name now, Sorinson. The realisation maybe things wouldn't go back to normal struck her then as she stood in her mothers bedroom.

"If you need to be in here I can clean elsewhere, I was almost done" Olembre said walking towards the door. Anne shook her head dropping her towel down into her arm. She turned and left the bedroom walking into the bathroom, hanging the towel up on the back of the door and reaching behind the shower curtain turning the shower control around, a jet of hot water shooting out against the surface of the bath.

Anne unbuckled her jeans and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them and staring at herself in the mirror, her hair slightly ruffled, the sign of a rushed morning. A girl could try her best but without time or effort, it would look like that, a mess. Her face looked tired, strained, but to any observed they would of said she was glowing, an aura about her. Puppy love they might have called it, 'they' didn't no the person that brought out those feelings in her was her father. She felt tired, and dirty although to anyone who knew of her lover she would deny this aggressively however she was satisfied, and, most crucially, she was cold, her pubic hair cold where her sweat from her thighs and crotch had chilled, goose bumps appearing on the surface of her skin.

She stepped under the shower jet, the sudden intense feeling of water against her skin causing her to jump in her skin a little before the warm hot feeling washed over her, water soaking into her body, a weight lifting off her shoulders. She enjoyed the feeling for a period before taking the cream washcloth and shower gel and applying it to the cloth, rubbing it slowly over her body. She washed her chest and breasts first, unconsciously scrubbing the area her father had ejaculated onto her.

He was there, crouching over her, her efforts to drive him to the brink of desire succeeding. He held her down by her throat with his right hand, beating furiously on his cock the way men masturbate when overcome with passion. It might have looked to some like he was trying to yank the skin off but he was happy, he was growing happier, holding his naked daughter down on the bed, her helpless body is, only his. She shut her eyes, feeling his weight and heat radiating against her, then a slight jolt as he stiffened, rising and dropping against her body, sitting heavily on her chest for a moment until he came, his sperm shooting from his cock on her breasts, some collecting on his hand but for the most part his creamy sperm like drops of rolling silver against her pale skin. She felt the hot liquid soaking into her, pooling a little around her sensitive nipples, but she was hers now, soaked in his cum, carrying it in her body.

Anne opened her eyes, staring at the water falling against the wall. She was breathing heavily, her right arm supporting her weight as her left hand rested against her short pubic hairs, the tip of a finger touching the soft flesh of her vagina.

"Fuck" she muttered, standing and turning her leg upwards, moving the cloth down her thigh and to her calf, washing it off with her other hand and repeating the motion on her other leg. She brushed her foot against her calf and stood reaching for the shampoo sitting on the plastic holder beside the shower control.

"That was fun" Penny said walking into the house, setting her keys down on the wooden table. She set the seven bags from numerous high brand shops on the floor beside the stairs. Kate followed her in, setting another five bags beside Penny's and pushed the door shut, smiling and walking forwards, dropping her arms on Penny's shoulders and pulling the girl into a kiss, lips moving against the girls. She released the kiss smiling and moved past her shaking her coat off her shoulder and hung it up on the hook.

Penny noticed Anne's bag and smiled, before walking into the lounge reaching for the remote and turning the TV on, a news program appearing on the screen. Bombs in far off countries, soldiers getting killed, Identity cards proposed, what a fucked up society she thought flicking it off and leaning on the sofa arm as Kate moved around the kitchen boiling a kettle.

"Hello?" a voice asked coming down the stairs. Anne appeared at the doorway with a towel wrapped around her body and a smaller one around her head. Penny smiled at her friend and stepped forward. Anne stiffened slightly but stood still smiling politely at her friend, noticing the numerous shopping bags, something she had never really done with her mother, the large shop.

"Did you have a good time?" Anne asked glancing her eyes towards the bags, a large majority clothes, and most likely, not for her. Her mother and Penny had become really good friends since Jam-, her dad had moved out. Penny stopped in front of her, looking down at her body, pushing against her slightly until her back was against the wall. Her hands moved over the surface of the towels, over her hips and pressing against her thighs, Anne trembling slightly.

"We had a very good time, did you?, did James like his surprise?" Penny asked quietly grinning. She reached for the knot of the towels and pulled it loose, gripping the two edges and pulling them open, exposing Anne's body, surface dry but still very wet, her short pubic hairs hanging down, water droplets in there pristine state mixing with the juices and secretion from Anne's vagina.

"I didn't tell Kate about what you've been up to, I don't think she could handle her little daughter sleeping with her husband" Penny continued, pulling the towel down off her shoulders and leaving Anne standing there naked. Anne opened her mouth to protest but Penny silenced her with a kiss, holding her lips still against Anne's before flicking her tongue out, Anne catching it with her lips. She pulled her head away slowly, Anne reluctantly releasing Penny's tongue. Penny swallowed the saliva from the girl's mouth, licking her lips.

"But we all have our little pleasures, now close your eyes honey" Penny said stepping back and walking towards one of the bags. Anne shut her eyes, shivering slightly as a cool draft past over her skin, goose bumps on her arms and legs, her nipples already cold now extremely sensitive, stiff at the tips of her breasts. Penny looked at her to make sure her eyes were shut and stepped forward, walking up the steps behind Anne and crouching slightly.

Anne began to open her eyes but felt a silk tie being applied around her face, her vision now a dark blur.

"Hey" she began to protest but again Penny walked around the girl, her hand draping lightly on her rear, around her hip to the front and dropping off. She took Anne's hand and walked her forward into the lounge, guiding her around the sofa and sitting her down, the cold leather warming to Anne's skin, water droplets quickly turning to sweat as the naked, blind girl sat totally vulnerable to the whim of her friend who knew her darkest secrets and could expose her to her mother.

Anne sat still on the couch, breathing heavily as she wondered what was happening. Why had she let Penny do this to her? Fear of Penny exposing her secret, lust for this girl, one of her closest friends?. She was scared of what was happening, yet, with everything she had done with her father, having him cum over her tits, letting him removed her knickers with her teeth and tongue, sucking her smelly dirty knickers in her mouth as he kissed her, those filthy things he had to her, those memories came back right now, and she sat naked on the leather couch, her legs parted slightly, her short hairs tickling against her finger tips as she moved them over her vagina, just touching it lightly, feeling her nerves on end, small waves of pleasure encompassing her legs and body.

"Anne what the fucking hell are you doing?" a voice shouted across the living room. Thoughts of lust and romance left her mind, her hands reaching for the blindfold pulling it down from her eyes. Kate stood in front of her, her arms across her chest staring in shock at her innocent daughter touching herself on the couch. Penny stood beside Kate, a blouse hanging on a hanger off her finger staring at her friend, equally shocked so it seemed.

"I uh, Penny blindfolded me" she said weakly staring at her friend like a dog who had been chastised.

"Yeah, I wanted you to have this blouse we got" Penny said staring at her friend offering a smile for support. Kate shook her head and turned crying, Penny standing awkwardly. Anne stood and rushed from the lounge, running up the stairs, missing Kate turning back and looking at her departing daughter, and smiling, Penny just behind her side stepping and dropping her hands around Kate's waist pulling her against her body, Kate resting her head backwards and kissing the girl with her head at an angle.

Anne ran up the stairs and into her bedroom, ignoring the towels on the stairs, only wanting to be in her safe place, her bedroom. Even that however had been changed when her dad had come in that night and fucked her from behind, fucked her in her sleep. She sat down on the edge of the bed and began to cry, tears of rage, passion and fear pouring down her cheeks, a girl with power and control reduced to a child once more as the world around her spun out of control. And she didn't hear the door open.

"Ms. Sorinson, are you ok?" Olembre asked at the door. Anne sat up, reaching for something, anything to cover herself, but realising it was to late so deciding to sit upright, pressing her legs together and raising her arms across her chest. The cleaner walked forward taking a seat beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in with the experience of a mother, Anne falling against Olembre's chest and crying some more now.

Her tears soaked into the soft fabric of the cleaner's blouse, against the thick material of her bra and into her chest, until she couldn't cry no more, until she just sat there leaning against Olembre holding her in her arms, breathing heavily as her mind tried to sort out what was going on, what had gone on today, and how her life was changing, the direction it was taking. This wasn't what she had read in those stories off the net, or that fake porn crap her dad had used to watch. This was real life this was how sex changed everything, for the worse, for the better, who knew.

"Your not getting paid for this are you" Anne said sitting up, dropping her arms to her lap, caring little now if this woman saw her body, what did she have that this African cleaning lady didn't. Olembre smiled, a warm smile that relaxed her, made her comfortable.

"No, I am paid for two hours to clean the house, any overtime is considered charity" Olembre said. This brought a small chuckle to Anne who turned on the bed, raising her legs up and placing them either side of Olembre. The woman stared at the girl.




Love For Her Dad Ch. 03



"You have very nice hair" she said.  Anne lowered her head and Olembre began to move her hands through it, feeling and massaging her skull and head, pressing and caressing, running her hands through the long strands like strands of silk on a carpet. Her hands moved down her head to the side, slowly, feeling the girl's soft skin of her cheeks and shoulders, gripping and massaging her shoulders.

Anne moaned leaning forward, her head resting against Olembre's shoulder. She angled her head, enjoying the woman's touch, now holding her back and pulling her fingers up back towards her shoulder to her head. Anne, relaxed, and so happy breathed out, her hot breath blowing against the woman's neck. Olembre stopped, pulling back, Anne surprised and slightly upset she had pulled away, a stranger a short time before now a giver of pleasure.

"I am running late now" Olembre said standing, straightening her tunic. She moved towards the door, leaving Anne naked on the bed, the girl shivering in the cool air as she came off her natural high, watching this woman departing her side. She stood and walked towards her, gripped her hand as she reached for the doorknob and pulled her around, staring at those rich dark eyes. The woman stood frozen, fear in her eyes. Anne took her head in her hand and brought her face against hers.

"Your daughter is such a slut" Penny whispered into Kate's ear. She sat on the sofa, her legs up and spread slightly, Kate sitting in between them leaning against the girls chest. On the TV a small black box sat atop, a remote receiver plugged into the large plasma TV. It was receiving the signal from the small camera in Anne's bedroom, up until now the dirty secret of James spying on his daughter in the bathroom; until it had been found by Kate, and now used by Kate and her lover to spy on a friend and daughter.

Anne had Olembre on her back on her single sized bed, peeling off her blue tunic revealing a thick cream coloured bra. The teenage girl had no trouble in reaching behind the black woman and unclipping the bra, taking it off and releasing those two dark orbs of beauty. She held them touched them amazed it looked like to Penny to be touching breasts besides her own. Surely she must have experimented with Zoe before they had become friends, she certainly had, and now had the prize sitting between her legs.

"Does it turn you on watching your daughter doing these acts?" Penny asked, her fingers moving down Kate's body to the zipper of her dark trousers, pulling it down and taking each side of the zipper, pulling them aside reaching inside and feeling the hot moist fabric of her lover's knickers.

"MMM" Kate replied. She sat up unexpectedly and took the bottom of her blouse, lifting it up and placing it on the end of the sofa. Penny smiled undoing the bra and pushed the straps with her fingers down Kate's shoulders, the garment falling down onto the mother's legs.

"Penn, carrying those bags tired me out honey, would you be able to rub my back, there's some lotion in the cabinet upstairs" Kate asked turning, smiling that irresistible smile that made Penny love this woman even more. She nodded pulling her legs free and stood, walking around the sofa and into the hallway, climbing the stairs to the first floor, hearing sounds coming from Anne's bedroom.

Penny crept forward, trying to avoid the floorboards she knew creaked, stopping at the door and pushing it open gently. She could see Anne's exposed legs and rear rising up and down slowly, fucking the woman? Penny thought. She backed away from the door and walked into the bathroom, finding the lotion and putting it in her pocket. As she left the bathroom, she stopped and walked into Kate's room. She opened the bottom drawer of the dresser, pushed the clutter aside and looked at their toys. And there it was, a gap where the 8' dildo had been, the strap on.

Penny walked back into the living room, the sofa now pushed to the side, Kate lying in her knickers face down on two large floor cushions watching her daughter penetrating Olembre with the black dildo, each thrust causing the woman's pelvic bone to rise up and down, Anne enjoying each moment of fucking this woman. She turned her head hearing footsteps and smiled as Penny crouched down beside her, pulling her jeans and knickers down and kicking them over beside Kate's own trousers.

"I didn't no Anne had taken the strap on" Penny said sitting atop Kate's back leaning against the curve of her rear. Kate shrugged her shoulders, turning her head at an angle to rest it against the cushion.

"James used to like it when I wore it and, what he called, fucked him. He used to like it from behind so I made him happy doing it. Now he's moved out, I thought maybe Anne had taken it for him but I guess she was saving it for Olembre" Kate answered. Penny nodded squirting some lotion onto her hands. She rubbed them together lathering them up and laid them on Kate's back.

For a woman of her age she had a wonderful body, firm with a little extra weight around her hips and thighs. Nice breasts, starting to hang a little now but in no way saggy, just at that point where they were no longer firm and rigid, but who wanted tits like that anyway, Penny thought. She would love breasts like that, the kind guys of all ages lusted after. Her skin was smooth and for the most part unblemished save the odd freckle on her back or a small mole but in general, she had looked after herself well, retained her figure after having Anne and had a body to be proud of.

A body she certainly enjoyed seeing. She moved her hands down her back, stopped, smiled to herself and squirted some of the lotion into her hand. She moved up onto her knees and wiped the cream over her crotch and the bottom of her rear crack, feeling the thickly applied cream warming to the heat from her vagina, some dripping down onto the woman, some collecting on the bend of her leg. She knelt back down on her back and pressed her cunt against Kate's back, sliding it up and down, bending forward and resting her arm's besides the woman's.

"Why that feel's nice, where did you learn that trick" Kate asked, Penny sliding back and forth with ease, the lotion mixing with her juices she was secreting out of her body, streaks of lotion and cum glistening on Kate's skin. Anne slowed and stopped, rolling off and lying down beside Kate, pushing her onto her side and staring into her eyes, leaning forward and kissing her gently, softly, her hands and arms stroking her side, her leg pushing against Kate's right leg until they lay entangled on the cushions kissing, hands exploring each others bodies.

Anne watched Olembre reach her orgasm, her glistening wet cunt lips stretched around the black dildo, her legs parted wide, wider than she could. Her clothes were in tatters where Anne had ripped them off her like an animal. Her breasts were rising on her chest, those soft dark black nipples she had enjoyed sucking on now stiff, poking out. She lay down on top, the dildo angled down into the bed pressing against Olembre's thighs.

Olembre stared eyes wide open at the white teenage girl who had just had sex with her, a most sacred act to her. She sat up, her arms covering her hanging breasts, one leg draped down over the side of the small bed. Anne lying still, now sat up, pulling Olembre down on top of her and began to kiss her with the passion and intensity James had kissed her, tasting this woman's mouth against hers, feeling the hot beads of sweat dripping down onto her skin, Olembre wrapping her legs and arms around her. Her hands moved down Anne's body and pulled the straps open, ripping the dildo off. She threw it across the bedroom and began to rub the surface of Anne's cunt.

Anne lay back, her arm across her forehead, her eyes shut tight as Olembre rubbed her, her fingers moving fast against the surface. Anne reached down grabbing the woman's hand and pushed it up into her body, piercing the entrance to her vagina and lying still. Olembre nervously moved her hand up into her body, feeling the silky, sticky passage inside, pulling it back and pushing it back up into her body. Having James dick inside her cunt was one thing, having a 5 inch hand pushing up inside her passage was quite another, stretching the most sensitive part of her body wide open.

Her body was screaming for the hand to pull away, while another part of her equally would have endured this passion for a life time, Olembre's hand stroking her cunt with the love of a woman, the other resting on the top of her crack, mingling in her short dark pubic hairs, her thumb playing with the loose folds of her vagina, rubbing that slowly but steadily. Olembre stopped, her hand up to her wrist inside Anne's vagina. She clenched her fingers into a fist, feeling the stiff tissue of the girls passage stretching around her. She pulled it back slowly until half her fingers were out, covered in sticky juices.

Anne looked down into the woman's eyes, nodded and felt her cunt stretched open as Olembre drove her fist up into her vagina. She was agony and delight as every part of her was filled with this woman's arm, Olembre wriggling it around inside her moving her fingers about as best as she could stroking the soft wall of the girls passage before clenching back up and pulling it out. The cool rush of air that moved over her hot sticky flesh was like an ice blast, her stretched cunt lips holding their shape before folding back down.

Olembre sat back leaning against the rail at the bottom of the bed, breathing heavily, tasting and sucking cum from Anne's cunt off her fingers. Anne lay watching this woman, her body in a high state of arousal, her cunt stretched, hurting while tingling from the woman's fist. She reached out with her arm, touching Olembre's leg and trying desperately to pull her back to her.

Penny lay on her back, her legs up in the air parted wide as Kate licked her crotch like a cat to cream, her tongue and fingers combining to stimulate the younger girl's crotch. Penny turned her head and watched the grainy TV image, Anne on her bed rubbing her vagina with her right hand, her left caressing and touching her nipple. Olembre sat at the end of the bed, a cigarette in her hand watching the white girl masturbating in front of her, the cleaner casually touching herself as Anne's rubbing intensified.

"Your so fucking wet" Kate muttered coming up for air, staring with lust at Penny before going back down. Penny smiled, looking at the daughter rubbing herself and the mother eating her vagina out. She had come into this family's life and had been with 2 of them already, the mother and the father. That left Anne, her best friend Anne. Was this wrong, maybe, but as Kate's tongue pushed further up into her cunt, she closed her eyes and thought, who cares.

Anne sat on the toilet bowel shaking her body drenched in sweat, cold sweat rolling down her skin. She held the pregnancy test in her hand staring at the result, positive. Her dad had a new child, and she was to become a mother.



Love For Her Dad



Be it a sudden cramp or the on set of guilt, Penny realised what she was doing, playing with her best friends dads Penis. She jumped to her feet, sweat on her brow and stepped back into the make up table staring down at her hands, her palms sweaty, the smell of cum and hormones on her skin, the air around her stinking of sex. She looked up and saw him watching her, slightly confused, his penis stiff, trembling slightly, almost, twitching. He was confused, the animal between his legs was curious. It a sense it was a living thing right now, James may have wanted to stop but it was clearly wondering where those two loving hands that had been caring for it so well had gone.

Penny stumbled out of his bedroom, walking quietly down the hallway and back into Anne's bedroom, kicking the door silently and leaning against it breathing heavily. She watched her best friend lying on the bed asleep, the blind down casting only a dim glow under the edge onto the bed. Penny looked at the girl, born from the penis she had just been manipulating. Penny walked forward, crawling along the bed on her knees, and dropped down beside her friend, wrapping her arms around Anne's waist, dangling her leg over Anne's and pulling her close lying like two cats do, just holding on to Anne's body.

To James, Penny hadn't returned to his daughter's bedroom, instead she had room forward, now dressed in a Catholic girls school uniform. He didn't know why, it was his fantasy after all. Perhaps Penny had gotten changed quickly in Anne's bedroom and return to him, it didn't matter. Instead she was now ripping his business suit off, his mind no longer making sense as he sat back against the head board on his bed beating his penis furiously, still warm from Penny's touch.

The girl sat on him, ripping his shirt open, her hands exploring his body, moving around his chest touching and caressing him. Not particular skill in her touch, just the lust of a girl trying to seduce this older man. She rained down kiss upon kiss onto his mouth and face, reacting to his slight movements as he moved his hips against her crotch, her skirt riding high up her legs exposing her virgin white school panties. She wasn't a schoolgirl, she wasn't a virgin, he bet, but it was his fantasy, and as he lay here wanking, she was both of those things.

Now Penny was unbuttoning her white blouse, jerking her arms out of the sleeves of her jacket and shirt, the clothes falling onto the bed, out of sight, out of his fantasy. Instead she continued to ride him, her breasts swaying in her bra, desiring to be let out, teasing his eyes and mind to fondle them, caress them, touch and tease them like the mounds that they were. As she sat on his lap wriggling, playing with his belt buckle, he reached up gingerly, taking a breast in each hand and cupping them, applying a little pressure to each before moving his forefinger under the material, feeling the slightly rougher flesh of her nipples, still quite soft. Now they were hard, in fact, as he felt his cock start to stiffen, she was no longer clothed at all, now she was naked beneath him, her legs parted and wrapped tightly around his back as he penetrated her vagina, each thrust from his penis bringing small shrieks of pleasure from her mouth.

Penny of course came first, as was often the case in the male fantasy, and as her body tightened around him, he had his orgasm, although when he opened his eyes, his cum hadn't shot into her womb, perhaps creating new life. Instead it lay around his hand, pooling the odd milky white fluid strange for that second of bliss until he smelt its slightly odd odour, his body loosing the heat of arousal quickly, growing of course uncomfortable with the wetness around his crotch. And he of course began to feel guilt and doubt over his fantasy, fucking his daughter's best friend Penny. 

For fuck sake, she had come into his room and played with his penis, even been willing to let herself be seen by him peeing. How man girls let him get away with that, let any man get away with that. Few, he thought, but was this, a part of his fantasy, had Penny really done this. As he turned off the bed side light and pulled the light sheet back over his body, he laid there in silence, still, ignoring the dampness and slight discomfort between his legs, and wondered, what if that had really happened, what it meant to be thinking those thoughts about a girl his daughters age, to actually enjoy it, to go through with it despite being married to a loving wife. He would be out the door if she found out what Penny had done, or possibly done. And James went to sleep confused, confused, scared and still aroused, never loosing that image of urine falling from Penny's crotch.

Penny sat beside Anne on the couch in the lounge watching morning TV eating Oreo Cookie cereal, her favourite type. She had put on that night dress as she thought some, well, Kate at least, might find it inappropriate to be walking around in her underwear while their was a man in the house. If only she knew, Penny thought smiling slightly, the tips of lips curled as she brought another spoonful in and ate it, noticing Anne switch the channel from a cartoon to a morning movie, something about a dog and a football, where did they come up with the ideas for this stuff.

"Penn, I was thinking we could go down to get me those shoes. I need to stop at the bank first but I want to get them before the weekend" Anne said turning the volume down.

"Sure, I need to pick myself up a few things" Penny replied raising her feet off the floor, taking her bowel and setting it on her stomach, resting her feet on Anne's legs. Both girls giggled but Anne didn't complain. She weighed less than her and it wasn't like a weight on her legs, more like when her cat jumped on her and slept for hours. Still, one thing that was uncomfortable was her view of Penny's knickers down her legs, the nightdress having slipped enough for her to see. Penny, oblivious or not caring continued to watch the movie so Anne looked away from her best friends crotch and watched the film too, wishing she hadn't finished her Cookie cereal so fast, thinking of going to get another bowel. There was something so tasty about it.

"Morning girls, not to hung over I hope" James said walking into the lounge, fastening his tie around his throat. This was mostly aimed at Anne, a clear view of her head, he did pause but continued quite naturally when he saw Penny lying there on the couch, her pink night dress revealing more than was appropriate, but less than revealing, if anything, she could be accused of teasing him had she not been like this anyway. Instead he continued getting his stuff from the lounge, snapping his brief case shut, fastening the bolts and looking for a shoe. It was beside the couch, next to Anne's right foot.

He crouched down picking it up, staring focus-fully at the floor, taking his shoe. But he couldn't resist temptation and as he stood with his shoe, he angled his head slightly and saw between her legs where the dress had risen further, revealing her knickers once more to him. In that instant, all thoughts of a fantasy or dream were gone, he knew he had seen those panties last night on her body, those hands now eating cereal from his bowel had spent a nice time around his cock, giving it more care and attention than he ever had, and he had spent years practising since he first learnt to masturbate. Her knickers were lacy, perhaps satin or silk but that was a guess, the last time he had brought ladies underwear had been as a gift for Kate, and that had backfired miserably. But he knew enough to appreciate the pair Penny wore, pressing tightly against her body, moving as the girl did. Stretched in places a little too far revealing the lines, those lines and folds he hadn't got to explore last night.

"Careful mum doesn't catch you staring dad" Anne joked staring down at her dad. James snapped his head up, fully aware now two sets of eyes were upon his angled head and he almost stumbled away, pulling his brief case along, pushing his shoe on. Anne laughed lightly, Penny did too, although for different reasons, it had worked, fuck she asked herself, what had worked. If she was honest with herself, she was flirting with her best friends dad, had allowed him to see her vagina, well, bits of it at least in the shadows. And she had played with his penis, touched it, stroked it then it had grown hard and come so close to shooting its contents into her hands. And beyond all that, she had just teased with him in front of Anne, and gotten away with it.

Did she like him? Did she want to have sex with him?

"I can't believe your dad was just staring at me." Penny said sitting up, adjusting her position on the couch until her legs were beneath her, her dress line now just below her thigh. Anne grinned looking at her best friend.

"Well your not exactly leaving a lot to the imagination. Do you remember Zoe?" Anne asked resting her arm on the back of the sofa. Penny did remember Zoe, she and Anne had been best friends for about 2 years, before Penny had gotten to no Anne. The three of them had become really close girly friends but one day Zoe simply didn't come around anymore. Penny assumed it was one of those things that happened, that eventually one got phased out, although she had never pushed Anne to tell her why Zoe never came around, and so the three became two, up until this day.

"Yeah I remember her" Penny answered looking at Anne.

"Well she didn't used to leave a lot to the imagination either. And my mum came home from shopping one afternoon Zoe had skipped college and came here to fuck my daddy. Nearly broke them apart" Anne said almost quietly. Penny stared at her for a moment, waiting for the punch line until realising it wouldn't come. She swung her legs over onto the floor and stood wrapping her nightgown tightly around her chest. She walked over to the mantle piece over the ceramic artificial heater. Anne stood quickly and followed her, stopping behind her best friend and wrapping her arms around her chest, holding her softly beneath her breasts.

"Sorry honey, I just, I lost one of my closest friends cause my Dad couldn't keep his penis in his trousers, I don't want to loose you too" Anne said softly into Penny's ear. Penny turned slowly in Anne's arms, resting her own on her shoulders.

"He has a weakness for anything in knickers" Anne said. Both girls started giggling and ended up rolling on the sofa laughing out loud, Penny feeling the pressure of the moment rolling away until the laughter subsided and the two girls lay together on the sofa looking at each other. Penny looking into Anne's hazel eyes, at her flushed red cheeks and the slight drop of perspiration rolling down her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and falling onto her nightshirt; Penny following its journey with interest, and worryingly, lust. Penny lent forward, reaching forward and touching Anne on the chest, feeling her breast in her hand through the night shirt, not looking at it, but into Anne's eyes, watching them, full of emotion and passion but no intent or fear.

"Anne, could you do me a favour, we need some milk honey" Kate said walking into the lounge looking into her purse. Penny pulled her arm back from Anne's chest, hearing a slight sigh leave her mouth as both girls stood in their night clothes. Kate looked up and shook her head.

"Well, it would help to get dressed first girls" she said taking a note from her wallet and placing it on the side table near the arch.

"I'll leave it there, just remember we need some for the cats as well" Kate said leaving. Penny glanced at Anne who was looking down at the floor and walked forward towards the stairs, not looking back but hearing the footfall as Anne followed her up the stairs towards the bedroom.

Penny shut the door once Anne was in the bedroom and stood still for a moment, before turning and walking across to her over night bag. She scooped up her party clothes from the night before and stuffed them in the bag, removing a short skirt and strap top, laying them out carefully. She was well aware of Anne watching her nervously but continued none the less, finally reaching down and lifting the bottom of her night dress up over her head, dropping it onto the floor. She gripped the elastic of her knickers, pulling them down next and finally unhooked her bra and let it slip off her arms, standing naked in front of her friend, her back to Anne.

"I was thinking, that may-" Penny began, hearing the door open, reaching up to cover herself as the much heavier footfall of a man entering the room replaced the quiet nervous breathes of Anne.

"Dad, we're getting changed" Anne protested.

"I need to talk to Penny" James replied, Penny unable to turn around, instead facing the window, revealing her modesty to the family's back garden.

"Yeah well she's kinda naked right now. You no mum wouldn't be happy if she saw you right now" Anne said, that tone of voice her father had used on her returned in equal measure. Penny, listening, dropped her arms to her side and turned around, surprising them both, and faced James, hiding none of her glory, her young breasts rising up and down as she breathed, the dark patch of hair between her legs radiating energy, well, it seemed to be radiating something, she thought to herself, both of their eyes kept flicking up and down to it.

"Well what do you want to talk about?" Penny asked calmly, one might have said threateningly, her eye focus drawing his.

"About last night, I wish to apologise to you. Anne, could you leave us for a second please" James asked. Anne looked at Penny, who nodded. Anne turned and left the room, walking towards the bathroom. James closed the door with his foot, locking it, and facing Penny, a grin appearing on his face. Penny stood neutrally, her hands on her hips watching him. She scratched an itch on the back of her foot with her toe, returning to her standing pose, although now the gap between her thighs was a little wider, her dark pubic hairs blowing slightly in the gap. However, through all of this, she stood passively, watching him, watching his actions and not deciding how far she might take this scenario, or even guessing as to what he wanted from her.

James walked forward grinning like a cat, stopping before Penny, staring down at her naked body. She was a few inches shorter than he was, Penny however not looking up, instead, allowing his eyes to look down, over the curve of her chest, the rise of her nipples, and the parting of her legs. He began touching her neck and shoulders like a shoulder touching, a china doll, barely making any contact with her until he was sure she wouldn't brake. Then he got more adventurous, moving his left hand through her long brown hair, his right cupping her cheek in his hand, Penny still almost rigid now, stiffening at his touch. She was sure he wanted her to 'melt' under his touch but she felt odd, strange, and a slight pain in her stomach, certain she knew what was happening.

"I'm so, completely, sorry" he said, trying his best to sound seductive, moving his right hand down the back of her body, feeling her mostly smooth surface, the odd spot or in-perfection on her skin, just the odd one, either way, it gave her a real feeling, a real girl not one of these pin ups. He moved around the base of her spine and felt the curve of her rear cheek, holding his hand still. He squeezed it gently, Penny stepping forwards slightly against the pressure, against his body, finally feeling the stiff penis pushing through his tailored trousers. Again, she wondered why she wasn't aroused yet, even slightly damp. I mean, she thought to herself, here I am, being touched, caressed, having my body loved and desired by a man she had harboured feelings for since an early age, she could feel that stiff penis pressing against her body, and he was inches from touching her sex; Wait, there, something was wet, oh, she realised.

"James, we can't go any further, not today" she said quietly. He just grinned, winking, he winked at her!, she thought. She granted him entry and parted her legs enough for him to push past the crack of her ass and up between her legs, seeing him grin, smile, then looked slightly confused as he pulled his hand away, staring at the red liquid on his finger tips; Blood, her blood, from her body. He stepped back from her nodding, wiping his hand on his trouser leg, dropping his hand away from her body.

"Your on your period?" he said almost as a question. Penny nodded.

"Can I take-" he began. Penny reached up, grabbed him by his tie and brought his head down, his lips meeting hers. She kissed him, smelling the odour of after shave on his cheeks, the too smooth skin of a freshly shaved face. But she held the kiss for several moments before releasing him.

"Lets just say, future, possibilities" Penny said and turned away, walking towards her clothes on the bed, leaning over the bed, her legs parted, giving him a flash of her moist vagina, turning her head.

"You still here?" she asked curiously.

To Be Continued

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