3 comments/ 112654 views/ 2 favorites One Father's Awful Dilemma Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion Watching her boyfriend dutifully peel one layer of her clothes off after another, Jennifer Borland couldn't help but feel like she was 15 years old all over again, being naughty in her own bedroom, praying to God her parents wouldn't come home early and catch her in the act. Back then, Jenny and her various boyfriends at the time pressed their luck because they simply didn't have anywhere else to go. A college Sophomore now, home visiting during her school's Christmas break, Jenny and her boyfriend Shane could have jetted over to his apartment like they had done several times already since Jenny returned home, to get their primal fix. Spending the day however lounging around the Borland home, the fact that the two 19 year olds had eventually succumb to their sexual urges hadn't been a surprise to either. By the time they had retired to the privacy of Jenny's upstairs bedroom, Shane had finally convinced her to try something kinky. "Come on Baby," Shane tenderly whispered into his girlfriend's ear. "Your Mom wont be home until after 9 tonight... and your Dad... he's never home from work before 6 o' clock... Its only 3 right now... we've got plenty of time... you know you've always wanted to try something like this. " "We might not have this much time alone for the rest of your visit home Jenny... what do ya say... come on Baby," Shane continued, this time squeezing Jenny's small but perfectly round breasts alternately with his right hand. The two had fucked like bunnies since Jenny returned from school earlier that week, making up for the lost time they had spent apart during the past semester. Shane had decided, for financial reasons, to stay close to home and save some money by attending the local community college while Jenny, who was from a rather affluent family, decided to go out of state to a well to do private school. Like any couple that spends significant time apart however, the strain of young hormones and endless temptation often causes a rift. From Shane's perspective, the initial stages of that 'strain' was well worth it. He had fallen in love with Jenny from the first time he talked to her in their Calculus class during their Senior year of high school. Even though he dreaded the separation that came with her choice of colleges, Shane staunchly committed himself to warding off the lure of all the attractive women he encountered because of the wealth of feeling he had for Jenny. Jenny Borland had initially set off for college with the same virtuous intentions as well. Being that far from home however combined with the free flowing alcohol and searing heat of peer pressure that came with her new surroundings, she had fallen off the wagon of monogamy more times than she cared to admit. Even though she didn't have an ounce of feeling for any of the guys she had the occasional one night tryst with, in her more lucent moments, Jenny did often feel deep twinges of guilt over what she had done when, especially when she talked to Shane on the phone or in the case of her visit home, when she had to look him in the eyes. She was thankful he didn't have a clue about her indecent extracurricular activities and when it came down to brass tacks, she knew she loved Shane and could see them spending their future together. To show him the depth of her love and commitment, Jenny had relented from her initial reservations about doing something so kinky in her parent's own house, hoping that sharing such a lewd and wanton act with him would help clear her conscience and deepen his commitment to her. Watching anxiously as Shane went about disrobing her, Jenny felt an incredible sense of calm wash over her as she submitted to his advances. "He loves me... just look at how carefully and joyfully he's undressing me... God... I could just kill myself for all the shit I did this past semester while I was away... guess its just water under the bridge now... God his lips are so warm... those boys back at school... they can really... Shit... they can really fuck... but Shane... Shane... he's the only one whose ever known how to make love to me," Jenny thought to herself as she gazed down at Shane making her clothes disappear. "Yes... Baby," She mewed down to her kneeling beau, rubbing her soft fingers through his hair as he slid her jeans over her hips and down to the floor. "MMM... I'm on fire," Jenny groaned luridly down to Shane, Even though his face was buried so tightly against the front of her purple panties that he knew already just how hot she had become. "Yes... Yes you are," Shane grinned back before mashing his mouth back into the fabric of Jenny's moistened panties to titillate her tender vagina. Jenny's knees buckled wildly as Shane's swerving tongue worked under the lacy edge of her underwear and slid directly across her steaming fissure. "You... aahhh... You... ahhh... ahhh... really want to Shane... you really want to tie me up and fuck me?" Jenny breathlessly squeezed. Feeling the grip of Shane's fingers intensify on her bare skin at the same time his mouth pressed viciously against the front of her crotch, Jenny had the answer to her question. "YESSS," she whimpered in return, as ready now to have Shane fuck her right there in her childhood bedroom as he was to do it. By the time Shane had rose to his feet and cinched in the cloth restraints around each of Jenny's tiny wrists, thus extending her arms out in a modified "Jesus Christ Pose" against the frame of her bed, any hint of trepidation had seeped from the 19 year old girl's psyche. With Jenny's arms tied to the bed, Shane once again dropped to his knees and took advantage of the unfettered access to roll Jenny's panties all the way down her legs as well. With only a bra on now to conceal his girlfriend's complete nudity, Shane reached up and gently undid her bra clasps, allowing the lacy purple straps to drape loosely over her shoulders at the same time the cups started drifting slowly down the roundness of her bosom. Darting his tongue in and out of Jenny's flowering vagina, it wasn't long until Shane felt her bra fall free from her shoulders and land luridly across his forehead. Jenny watched as the cups of her bra slid from the curvature of her bosom and dropped like a fluttering leaf across Shane's lapping face. Smiling down at Shane and savoring the excited look on her boyfriend's face as he delighted in the taste of her sex, Jenny had no clue what lie beneath his gleefully deceptive facade. The whole time Shane deliberately went about disrobing Jenny, he had to continually remind himself that this would probably be the last time he would ever see her naked. Even though there was a significant amount of guilt and angst over what he was about to do, the clarity of vengefulness and spite in his purpose overrode any of the calls for decency within his conscience. Swirling his tongue up and down the tanned and goose pimpled flesh of Jenny's long and lean legs, Shane internally shuddered with perverse joy at the way her knees bucked in front of him. "I can't wait to fuck you Jenny," Shane lovingly sighed, the whole time admiring the way his girlfriend's pink vaginal lips flowered out from her curly blonde pubic forest. "Spread your legs a little wider," he softly added. "Good," Shane smiled when he saw Jenny's legs drift further apart, allowing him an unfettered view of her steaming crotch. Darting his tongue into Jenny's soupy quim several more times, Shane orally teased his whimpering and delirious girlfriend until he was satisfied she was ready to fuck. Standing up to face her eye to eye, Shane lowered his lips toward Jenny's, causing her body to swoon and her heart to quake from the passion and seeming sincerity of his last kiss. "I love you," Jenny involuntarily muttered with pure, unfractured honesty when Shane pulled his lips away. "I know you do," Shane distantly sighed back, never once breaking his gaze with Jenny as he began to unzip his pants. Smirking as he watched the way Jenny's eyes drifted anxiously down to his crotch, Shane took a few steps back and started to undress for her. For just a moment, Shane thought of scrapping his intended plan and fucking Jenny one last time. In the end however, Shane knew he'd never have a better opportunity for his vengeful intensions to play out so perfectly. "Hurry up," Jenny murmured with brute arousal. "Hurry Up Shane... get naked and fuck me!" Shane could see Jenny's pussy moistening by the second and each time he inhaled, his brain sizzled from the familiar fragrance of Jenny's seeping fluids wafting through the room. Everything then seemed to happen in slow motion. The feeling of falling off the edge of a cliff insidiously began to infiltrate Jenny's senses. At first she simply felt weightless and helpless as Shane zipped his pants back up and began to back away from her. By the time he had turned and without a word left the bedroom however, the overwhelming sensation of freefall overtook Jenny completely. "Wha... Where... Where... What... Where... are... you... going Shane... Shane," Jenny cried, hoping it was just a part of her boyfriend's perverse foreplay. "Shane... Shane... SHANE... SHANE," Jenny yelled out louder and louder until her shrill cries echoed through the cavernous, three story dwelling. Jenny's blood ran cold and her muscles tensed as she listened to Shane's footsteps trail downstairs and her heart literally stopped for an instant when the sound of Shane slamming the front door closed ripped through the silence. By the time she heard his car start and back out of the driveway, the naked girl tied helplessly to her own bed was in full hysterics. "This ain't happening... this... can't... be... happening," Jenny sobbed repeatedly until she could feel the warm river of her tears wash down off her cheek and drench her quivering chest and belly. "Come back Shane," she desperately cried as if her boyfriend would suddenly reappear and tell her it was all a bad joke. For the life of her, Jenny couldn't fathom why he had so brutally left her there, naked and spread eagle, tied to her own bedframe. "I didn't do anything to deserve this," she whimpered like a hurt child, not once thinking of her repeated infidelity while away at college. Infidelity that only came to Shane's attention when he heard a friend of a friend bragging about a girl that he had banged several weeks earlier while he was visiting Jenny's campus. After mentioning several incriminating birthmarks and a small tattoo, it was clear to Shane who the girl he was speaking of was. ____________________________________ As the initial shock of being left in her current state started to wear off, the realization of what was going to come slowly and venomously started to seep into Jenny's mind. Glancing over at the digital clock beside her bed, Jenny could see that it was almost 4 o'clock. "I've got to get loose... just got to get loose... before... before... Dad gets home, "she murmured, the last few words dripping off her tongue like bitter acid. Ripping her arms, first to her right and then to her left, Jenny heart steadily sunk realizing the ties were cinched in too tight. "You could tear your shoulders out of socket and it wouldn't do any good," Jenny cried to herself, feeling an inner twinge of guilt sweep through her soul when she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye at a book called "Gerald's Game" that she had read several years earlier, sitting on the shelf to her right. "I should have learned my lesson after reading that Goddamn book about letting myself get tied up during sex... and now look... here I am living that fucking story out for real!" Jenny angrily scolded herself. The subsequent hour seemed to last a lifetime. On one hand she knew when her Father got home, her physical ordeal would be over and she'd just have to cross the bridge of mental anquish when she got to it. On the other hand however, the whole thought of what her Father would think when he saw her in that condition was almost worse than the thought of dying tied there to the bed. "He should be getting off from work right about now," she stoicly mumbled, her outstretched arms now completely numb as the fight all but left her beaten body. "And he doesn't have a clue what he's in for when he gets here. " _________________________________ Jenny's face went white and slivers of ice seemed to crystalize in her bloodstream when she heard her Father's car turn into the driveway. "Why couldn't Shane at least had the decency to have closed the bedroom door," Jenny thought to herself as the sound of Russell Borland walking into the house registered inside her burning ears. Her heart seemed to stop for several moments as she waited for her Father to make a movement downstairs. She immediately thought of crying out in desperation as the faint sounds of his lazy whistling filtered upstairs. By the time she tried organizing the muscles of her mouth to do that however, her cottonmouth was too much to overcome. "Jenny... Darling... you home... you upstairs," Rusty's booming voice rose from the first floor. "Mom's gonna be late getting home tonight... you hungry... think we should order some takeout or just see what leftovers we have in the fridge?" In the direst circumstance of her entire life, Jenny felt a surrealistic wave of paranoia wash through her as her Father yelled upstairs, asking the most mundane of questions. "Jenny... you upstairs?" Rusty Borland asked once more after receiving no answer. "Maybe her and Shane are out in the back yard," Jenny heard her Father say to himself before the sound of his footsteps carried him to the rear of the house. "Jesus Christ what am I gonna do," Jenny whimpered as the sounds of silence once again enveloped the house. "When he sees I'm not out back... the next place he's gonna come is upstairs... I just know it!" _____________________________________ To that point it had been an ideal mid December day for Russell Borland. With Christmas approaching, the workload at the office had diminished substantially, so much in fact that he was able to get out of there nearly an hour earlier than usual. Home early, Rusty had the extra advantage of knowing his wife wouldn't be back until after 9 o'clock in all likelihood. Even though he could have used a nice dinner, what Rusty was really looking forward to doing was getting upstairs to get out of his suit and tie, throw on a tee-shirt and then grab a couple of beers before heading out to chip some golfballs in the back yard before it got too dark. "Jenny," He called out once more, still thinking she was home because her car was parked in the driveway. When Rusty didn't get an answer halfway up the steps, it dawned on him that she had probably left with Shane. "That makes sense," Rusty thought to himself as he loosened his tie and rounded the banister at the top of the steps. Having now made the assumption Jenny was off gallivanting with Shane, Rusty didn't even think to cast a gaze towards his daughter's opened bedroom door as he slowly trudged towards his own bedroom to change clothes. It wasn't until he had taken two full steps past Jenny's bedroom door that something primal tripped inside of Rusty Borland's head. At first he thought the distant, almost inaudible shuffling and muffled sounds were that of the upstairs bathroom's leaky sink faucet. "But the bathroom is up in front of you... that... noise... is coming from behind," Rusty's head whispered. That's when the fragmented and subliminal visual image that had wedged itself in his brain when he rounded the top of the steps suddenly became illuminated. Turning gingerly, all the feeling went out of Rusty's legs as he retraced his steps. "It had to be some sort of... strange reflection... the way the setting sun was shining through Jenny's bedroom window against her mirror... that's all... But wait... her bedroom faces East... the Sun's on the other side of the house right now," Rusty senses argued with rampant and uneasy confusion. When he finally made his way back to the entrance of his daughter's bedroom, the depth of what Rusty Borland saw made him cringe and shudder. Rusty's initial, engrained reaction upon seeing Jenny's arms extended out, each cinched tightly to the posts of her bed, was to run to her thinking she had been attacked in some way. He quickly checked her up and down for any evidence of bleeding or injury. The fact that his daughter was standing in front of him completely naked didn't register at all as she begged for help. "Wha... wha... what... happened?" Rusty started to stammer, deep down dreading to hear the truth Jenny might tell him. "Who... did... this...?" Rusty mumbled as he boiled with anger, fear and helplessness. Trying to ease his shaky hands up to comfort his daughter, Rusty noticed that Jenny clothes had been removed in a neat pile to her side and there was no evidence of a struggle in the room. Thanking God with every fiber of his being that Jenny didn't appear hurt in any way except for the morose and exhausted look on her tender face, Rusty correctly guessed that Jenny and Shane had been up to some sort of afternoon liaison. Looking quickly to his right, then back to his left, Rusty was waiting to find Shane standing somewhere in the room, caught in the ultimate of awkward moments. Staring at the look in Jenny's tortured eyes and the way her glistening tears shined on her grossly blushing cheeks, Rusty also remembered that Shane's car was no longer parked outside. It was then the real truth about what had happened in the house before he arrived home slowly took root inside Rusty's shaken mind. "Dad... Dad... Daddy... get me... loose... please... I can't feel my arms anymore... Please cut me loose," Jenny sobbed as she surrealistically watched her Father seem to vacillate in front of her. "I... I will... Darling," Rusty distantly answered. Standing less than two feet in front of his daughter's naked and twisting frame, Rusty's eyes became fixated on Jenny's exposed body. "She's... completely... naked," Rusty murmured disbelievingly, just loud enough however to send an arctic, blitzing chill through Jenny's scalp to the bottom of her toes. Reading her Father's lips, an unsettling and eerie blackness swept through each of Jenny's internal organs. It felt as if the person she had known as her Dad her entire life didn't see her standing there, yet the heat of his leering gaze was so intense, the young teenage girl felt as if it was boaring a hole though the core of her being. "Dad... Dad... Daddy... Please... help me," Jenny yelled again, her already shaky voice quickly drifting from a scream down to a sobbing whisper. Standing there as if he had become frozen in animation, Rusty appeared helpless as his tied and bound Daughter seemed to wither in front of him. "Help her dammitt... get her untied and get something to cover her up for Godfuckingsakes," a distant and rational voice urgently begged. Somewhere along the way however, that message seemed to get lost, leaving Rusty standing there in place for what seemed like a millennium, staring aimlessly at his spread eagle and weeping little girl. Through the damp distortion of her tear stained eyes, Jenny tried finding an ounce of recognition, or tie to reality, in her Father's stone face. "This can't be happening," she whimpered painfully, watching as her Father succumb to some sort of unspoken transformation right in front of her eyes. Jenny Borland's heart rose for just an instant when she saw her Dad's right arm raise from his side and slowly inch its way towards her trembling body. One Father's Awful Dilemma Ch. 01 In that brief moment, the 19 year old girl held out hope that her nightmare was finally over. Allowing her anguished gaze to lower towards her Father's hands, Jenny prayed the same thick fingers that used to lovingly brush her blonde hair as a child would quickly find their way to the cloth restraints and set her free. When she leaned forward as far as she could however to make it easier for her Dad to grab a hold of the bindings, she saw clearly for herself the sobering and shocking sight of the front of Rusty Borland's pants bulging as if a fist was trying to force its way out of the crotch of his business slacks. Every fragment of mental stability inside of Jenny's head felt as if it were swirling down an inescapable whirlpool as the heat of her Father's pointed gaze blistered her body. "Ohh... AAAHHH," Jenny gulped loudly when she felt her Dad's hand clasp around her bare arm. "D... Daddy... No... N... No... Please... get me loose," she begged weakly, goosebumps now dotting her naked frame as she watched an unquenched desire take control of her Father's soul. ___________________________________ Rusty Borland's brain cells sizzled like butter on a frying pan as he allowed the feel of his daughter's clammy skin to register between his squeezing fingers. He bitterly tried to remember the last time he had seen Jenny even moderately undressed but was only able to come up with the occasion peek at her in her bikini in the back yard or once in a while when he poked his head in to say "Goodnight" when she would have nothing but a long tee-shirt on. "Those were just innocent thoughts though... nothing... like... this," he tried convincing himself. To actually be confronted with Jenny's total and unabashed nudity at the same time she was posed for a sexual tryst was something Rusty had never prepared himself for... or immunized himself from. Blatantly perusing his daughter's firm body from head to toe, Rusty crudely nodded his head in admiration and disbelief at just how beautiful his little girl had turned out and also just how much she looked like her mother at the same age. Sensing the jumbled and dizzying energy that was radiating out of his daughter's pores, Rusty found himself admiring the contours of Jenny's soft breasts and the light pink areolas and shockingly pointed nipples that punctuated the creamy white orbs. Continuing to scan his gaze lower, Rusty's mouth watered as he visually fixated on the naked girl's flat belly and trim waist. Biting his lip hard knowing what lie directly beneath Jenny's waistline, Rusty swallowed hard before allowing his eyes to latch fully and undividedly on the puckered flower of his daughter exposed womanhood. An enormous wave of guilt and shame swept through Rusty's mortal soul as he committed his bound daughter's nudity to memory. "Don't do this!" the last vestige of his sanity implored. "You want to fuck her... any man in his right mind would want to fuck her seeing her like this... But... you're her Father... if you go and do this... what will happen five seconds after its over... How will you ever be able to look her in the eyes again... how the Hell will you ever be able to look your wife in the eyes either when all three of you are together?" "Don't fuckin' fool yourself Rusty," another more sinister but real voice soberly surmised. "Look down at your hand wrapped around her arm... and look at your dick poking a hole through your pants... you've already gone too far. " Before the last thought had finished echoing in his head, Rusty's fingers had began to trace a line down his daughter's trembling arms, off her elbow and against the side of her soft belly. Guiding his fingers over each of Jenny's slighty visible ribs, Rusty kept his eyes locked on the teenage girl's pubic area and felt his own knees start to tremble when the ever so faint view of her pink inner vaginal flesh flowered from the curly whisps of hair that lined her cunt. It was then Rusty Borland saw his life pass before his mind's eye, knowing nothing he would ever do from that moment on would ever be held in quite the same context as it had before... Part 2 to come... Thanks for taking the time to read One Father's Awful Dilemma Ch. 02 Once more, Jenny attempted to twist her arms enough to free herself but the bindings were just too tight. At the same moment her Father was making the most difficult decision of his life, all Jenny could concentrate on was the numb, burning sensation in her shoulder blades as her Father's fingers pressed against her clammy flesh. "Don't look down... don't look down... just don't look down," Jenny repeatedly begged of herself, desperate not to have to stomach the sight of her Dad's continued advances. Of all the things swirling around Jenny's tortured mind, there was one glaring item that she simply couldn't bring herself to face. And that was the one thing Rusty Borland couldn't peel his hawkish gaze away from. It was the clear and unquestioned sight of his Daughter's now fully flowered vagina, blossoming like a perfect pink orchid between her girlish thighs. Holding his hand less than two inches from Jenny's strangely steaming slit, Rusty flexed his fingers, savoring the warmth pouring out against his sizzling pores. "Somehow... someway... she's turned on by this too," Rusty blankly realized, trying to work up the courage to make the next move. Before he could muster the fortitude to act however, Jenny inadvertently beat him to it. Aroused in a way she could have never contemplated, Jennifer Borland hugged her naked thighs together, in what she thought was an attempt to keep her legs from falling asleep, but in the process she ended up snaring her Father's right hand, directing it perfectly into the sloshing pool of her aroused womanhood. "GURRGGAAHHH," belted in unison from each of their lips as the wet, sloppy sounds of Jenny moistened genitals caressed her Father's embedded hand. "She... did that... on purpose," a distant and shaken voice deep within Rusty's psyche murmured. Feeling the soft flesh of Jenny's inner thighs constrict around his wrist, Rusty's knees buckled to the point that he had to cast his free hand out against his Daughter's shoulder to keep from falling forward. "OHHH... SHIT," the older man growled, feeling his head start to swim with every inch forward his probing fingers dipped into his little girl's churning depths. A primal, gutteral groan bellowed out from Jenny's insides as well as she tensely waved her head from side to side, the whole time trying to keep her balance as she choked her Father's hand further up between her naked thighs. Corkscrewing his fingers deeper inside his Daughter's swollen cunt until the froth of her strange arousal was gushing to the surface, Rusty felt his stomach start to burn as he locked his gaze onto Jenny's contorting face. "Oh... God," both jointly mouthed, each studying the other's guilty expression. Rusty could hear the sounds of Jenny's bedframe begin to creak under the strain of her bindings, and just for an instant he thought again of freeing her, but the molten grip of her vagina on his hand was too much to rebuke. "She wanted to let Shane fuck her like this... she... wanted... to be tied to the bed like this. Look deep into her eyes... she wants you to fuck her like this," Rusty surrealistically marveled. Twirling his fingers like a runaway odometer inside his little girl's tortured quim, Rusty hung on every breath Jenny took and started to feel an overwhelming urge to taste her tender flesh. In an almost robotic move, Rusty guided his free hand up to Jenny's right breast and squeezed it like a succulent, superheated water balloon between his fingers at the same time he bit down on the nape of his Daughter's soft neck. "URRGGHH... SSSHHH... AAHHYYESSSSS," Jenny hissed when the simultaneous sensations of her Father manipulating her cunt, groping her breast and roughly kissing her neck all collided within her brain's synapses at the same moment. "OOHHH," Rusty shuddered, feeling his heart beat like a bass drum as the texture of his Daughter's liquefied arousal soaked into the skin of his right hand at the same time the jiggly weight of one of her breasts trembled in his left. _____________________________________ "Daddy... No.... Daddy.... No... Daddy... No Daddy... OHHHHH," Jenny spasmed wildly when her Father gently removed his soothing mouth from the reddened swath of her neck. Several moments of excruciating silence passed inside the darkness of the young girl's mind until a sharp and flaming sliver of sensation rippled through her body. "OH Daddy... OHH... Daddy... OOHH FUCK DADDY," Jenny whimpered desperately, the moment her Father's tongue penetrated the lips of her swollen and buzzing vagina. Clamping her legs even tighter around his now buried face, Jenny felt the tears of lurid joy seeping from her eyes, drip off her cheek, down on top of her Father's bobbing head. The gurgling and churning sounds of Rusty Borland's mouth delving into his Daughter's deepest and most private of depths echoed throughout the teenager's bedroom as she frantically fought to keep her quivering legs from collapsing under the cosmic weight of her Father's oral assault. ""OOHHH... AAHHH... AAHHHH... SSHHHIITT... AAAHHHHHH," Jenny yelped out, twisting her head back and forth until it looked as if it her exhausted shoulders were playing tennis wth it. Looking down through the tear stained distortion coloring her eyes, her arms still extended crudely out and binded to each side, it looked to Jenny as if her Father was somehow on his knees, ravenously worshiping the temple of her womanhood as she genuflected above him. "AARRGGHH... AAAHHHH... GGGRRRAAHHHH... OOHHH... MMMAAAAHHHH," the teenager grunted over and over, rocking in crude circles on her bare feet, thrusting her crotch against her Father's darting tongue as if she was using her cunt to fuck his face. "No... you can't... Noooooo you can't.... Nooooooo... you can't let him do this to you... you can't... you can't... you can't... let him make you cum... you can't be... this easy to get off," Jenny scolded herself as she felt the ground begin to give way underneath her. The sensation was simply too much for the overwhelmed girl to handle however. How often she had vaguely fantasized about such an act over the years since the lovely animal between her legs began having selfish desires and needs of its own. Thinking of using it with the man that had helped give her life was too abstract and unfathomable to have even cognitively comprehended. Deep down however, Jenny knew that if it ever came down to it, her pussy in a way would always belong to him and after nearly 20 years, he had finally come to claim it. And as her orgasm spread violently from her brain, down her spinal cord and into the flaming hot whirlpool of her gentials, Jenny sadistically bucked her crotch against her Father's face until she could clearly hear and feel the messy results sloshing like a tempest between them. ____________________________________ Rusty Borland's face was buried so far up inside his daughter's pussy that if it wasn't for the adrenaline pumping through his system, he would have most certainly been on the verge of suffocation. Over the years of his sexual activity, he had grown accustomed to the taste of a woman's vagina, and even though his wife's nectar was all that he had sampled in quite a while, Rusty marveled at the subtly different taste and fragrance any two given women had. Kneeling in front of Jenny's arched but severely trembling legs, Rusty couldn't get over just how similar his Daughter's sweet aroma and tangy heartiness was to her Mother's as the young girl's pussy quivered and gushed against his boaring tongue and chewing lips. "Damn this is sooo good," Rusty beamed as he savored the exquisitely ripe nectar that flowed freely from his Daughter's spasming sex. Rusty's face was pressed so far into Jenny's crotch that the thousands of curly hairs that constituted her pubic fleece tickled and teased his entire forehead and churning cheeks as he swallowed as fast as he could, trying desperately to ingest every bit of his Daughter's frothy release. It felt as if a humid, sticky paste had thickly coated Rusty's skin, from the neck up as he continued to swirl his tongue devilishly around her leaking honeypot. Looking like a man that had just removed his head from a Baptismal pool, Rusty pulled back and breathlessly stared up at Jenny's disbelieving face above, feeling his heart flutter from the way she helplessly dangled in the restraints. "You've got to take her lose now," His conscience implored. "You've gotten everything you could have hoped for... you've gotten everything you wanted!" "No you haven't," another virile and more sinister voice abruptly interrupted. "Feel that log burning between your legs Rusty... you haven't gotten everything you wanted... not by a long shot!" Kissing his Daughter gently on the inside of each of her chilled and bloodless thighs, with the same tenderness he used to kiss her 'Goodnight' on the forehead before putting her to bed, Rusty planted one last kiss directly on the steaming fissure he had just licked to orgasm before attempting to work his way back to his feet. Inhaling as much of Jenny's sweet fragrance into his lungs as he could, Rusty fumbled with the fly of his business slacks as he scrambled to regain his bearings. ___________________________________ An almost subliminal gasp of air trickled out of Jenny's mouth when her Father's bulging penis sliced like a blunt pipe from the unzipped fly of his pants. "AAAHH... YESSS," Rusty's prick seemed to sing as it swung freely in front of his Daughter. Wrapping his right hand tightly around the throbbing slab of his endowment, Rusty felt an icy chill bristle down his spine as he watched the way Jenny's eyeballs followed his cock swinging side to side below. Jacking his manhood off gently for his captivated audience, Rusty proceeded with unearthly clarity and surreal calm the task he never imagined he'd have the opportunity to perform. Taking a small step back to weigh the gravity of the situation, Rusty closed his eyes for a moment and uttered a private prayer before taking two full strides forward, until he was brushing up against Jenny's naked body. Jerking the clasp of his pants free, Rusty briskly worked his slacks and boxers down to his knees, the whole time alternating his gaze from Jenny's youthful, but glazed over face, to the demure outline of her ripe bosom as it jiggled between them. "Do... do you want me to... do you want me to fuck you Darling?" Rusty heard himself ask with almost sheepish politeness. When the simple word ,"Yes", melted off of Jenny's tongue, Rusty felt as if every nerve ending in his body had imploded. Stepping out of his pants, Rusty anxiously kicked them off to the side at the same time he ripped his dress shirt free from his arms. Standing completely naked now in front of his 19 year old Daughter, Rusty eased his hands up the length of Jenny's arms as if he was about to finally release her from her unforgiving restraints. Just as he was about to do it however, she somehow mustered every bit of energy left in her system and lifted her spent legs off the floor, wrapping them like a pair of long and lean white tentacles around her Father's back and waist. Rusty Borland grunted loudly when he felt Jenny's legs constrict around his midriff. "Fuck me just like this," the 19 year old dazedly begged, her arms still painfully outstretched to each side as she supported her weight around her Father's solid frame. "You've already made me cum Daddy... bet its the only thing you can taste in your mouth right now... ain't it... now I want to make you cum... I want to make you cum... inside of me... Daddy," Jenny gruffly implored as she cinched in her calf muscles around Rusty's back. "AAAHHH," Rusty spasmed loudly, his head shaking in surreal disbelief as his Daughter's tawdry words bleed from her mouth. With nothing left now for each but to submit to the inevitable, another haunting and overriding silence enveloped Father and Daughter as they each explored the other's hungry eyes. "I never thought I'd be getting ready to do this," Rusty's expression seemed to say as his Daughter gently nodded her head in silent agreement. "You ready?" Rusty softly whispered. "Yes," Jenny whispered back before nodding her head up and down. With the final hurdle upon him, Russell Borland rotated his hips backwards, took the base of his cock between the fingers of his right hand and swung it's girth upwards toward the seering heat of his little girl's vagina. "BBRRGGGHHHAAHHHHHH", Jenny gurgled when she felt the plowing weight of her Father's cock slice through the folds of her glowing and swollen sex. "MMMMMPPPPAAAHHH," she purred out loud, wincing each time Rusty altered his position slightly to get just the right angle to stab his dick all the way up inside of her. "OHHH... GODDD," the older man sighed with a mix of confusion and joy as he felt the sheath of his Daughter's vaginal muscles begin to massage the same penis that had 20 years earlier, helped conceive her. "I'm inside of you... I'm inside of you.... I'm fuckin' inside of you," Rusty incoherently babbled as he held on to Jenny's clinging body for dear life. His arms now extended all the way around Jenny's back, Rusty flexed his fingers wide in a wanton attempt to palm the suspended girl's fleshy asscheeks. Rusty could also feel the moisture from Jenny's cunt rapidly oozing out from underneath the crack of her ass as he held her there, the sloppy pungeance coating his fingertips to the point that it made it increasingly difficult to hold his grip on her. "UUMM... AAAHHH... UUUMMM... AAAHHH... MMMMMMMMMMMMM... AAARRGGHHHHH," Jenny spastically shuddered, partially from the intense pounding her Father was giving her and partially from the debilitating exhaustion of her afternoon's ordeal. "You're pussy feels so good Baby... Even better than I always dreamt it would," Rusty admitted into his Daughter's ear. "Can you feel me inside of you Baby... Can you feel my dick sliding in and out of you?" "Yes... Yes... YESSS... DADDY... YESSS... I can feel you... Dammittt... I can feel you," Jenny cried in reply, burying her tearstained face against her Father's bare, hairy chest. The plush carpet beneath Rusty's feet, the same carpet he had walked across hundreds of times to tuck Jenny into bed or help her with some mundane problem of adolescence, seemed to turn to quicksand as he fought to keep his balance as his Daughter roughly lurched her entire body against his impaling manhood. "Give it to me... PLEASE... GIVE IT TO ME," Jenny breathlessly begged. "I can't handle much more before I pass out Daddy... hurry up... please... please... pleasseeee cum inside of me!" "MMMMMMMMMM," Rusty moaned in return as the molten semen that churned inside his taunt testicles began its boiling voyage to the surface and the vacuuming hearth of his little girl's slurping quim. "I'm gonna... I'm... I'm gonna... cu... cu... cu... CCUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," Rusty harshly growled, acutely aware the entire time he was in the process of sending jet after scalding jet of his thick ejaculate deep into the cyclonic sheath of his Daughter's brimming snatch. __________________________________ Rusty held Jenny's body tightly in his arms for what seemed like an eternity, allowing the simultaneous feeling of her heartbeat against his chest and constrictions of her cunt around his spewing cock to build into a magical rhythm inside of every tissue of his body. When he finally started to sense the mystical fog of what had happened had begun to lift, Rusty gradually lowered Jenny's shivering body back down to the floor until she had to once again flimsily support herself on her all but shot legs. Rusty felt as if he could collapse into a spent heap as well but he galantly kept his base, doing the best he could to treasure the eye contact with his Daughter after the surreal encounter they had both just shared. The words "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry" kept filtering through Rusty's racked conscience although he just couldn't bring his quivering lips to say them. "You did what you wanted... and... you did what she wanted... you dont have anything to be ashamed of," another inner voice convincingly replied. A half hour after he had originally set out to free Jennifer's hands from the sadistic restraints her boyfriend Shane had placed her in, Rusty raised his heavy and undid each one of the knots that kept her limbs painfully extended. "URRGGHH," Jenny gulped with tortured relief when she felt her numb arms fall free. An instant later exhaustion overtook her and she tumbled like a naked house of cards to the floor, into a nearly fetal position between her Father's feet. Rusty could feel his Daughter's exhausted breath ricochet over and over against his calves and knees as she knelt there trying to rub the feeling back into her freed arms. Staring down at Jenny's heaving body, Rusty's head swam when he focused on the way their joint secretions glistened on his half limp cock and when he inspected further, his partially deflated cock started the twitch back to life when he gazed between his Daughter's thighs and saw the way drop after drop of his deposited semen oozed free from Jenny's now gaping womb. All the blood seemed to rush out of Rusty's head when he looked down and saw the way his seemingly spent cock was bucking back to life. Admiring the way his manhood glistened from the copious amounts of vaginal fluid that coated its girth, Rusty felt every nerve in his body tingle when he saw the way Jenny stared at his cock springing back to life, mere inches from her reddened face. Before he could even gain his bearings, Rusty let out a low, guttural moan of lustful appreciation when he watched Jenny open her mouth wide and close her lips around his greasy but re-energized dick. Feeling his Daughter quickly gobble down a good two-thirds of his throbbing joint, Rusty reached down and patted Jenny lovingly on the top of her head with one hand and rubbed her churning cheeks with the other as he stood there, freely allowing his little girl the chance to orally clean up the mess her pussy had left on his cock. A chilling spasm then sizzled through Rusty's body as he lazily watched his only Daughter on her knees, servicing him. Even after the adrenaline of the original incident had subsided, Rusty could clearly feel his blood boil for the young girl slutting herself out between his legs, and from the earnest way it felt to him Jenny was going about her glorious chore, an unsettling excitement bristled inside of his psyche that the passion the two had tapped into was just the tip of a massive, life changing iceberg.... THE END Thanks for taking the time to read it all!!