A tremendous battle raged in the father's head. On the one side he wanted to, on the other he felt that he shouldn't. Just an innocent pat on the ass, he rationalized for his present actions. Then his hand stopped patting. The feel of her smooth, firm, round ass raced through his mind. He couldn't resist the urge to trace his finger down the crack, or touch the little opening, or… just poke his finger in a little. He was breathing faster and getting dizzy from her open mouth over his lips. The smell of her. The taste of her, as their tongues met. The feel of her!
When Penny moved back, her jeans were down over her buttocks in the back, digging into the flesh just above her golden triangle of hair in the front. She hoped her father would take some of the initiative, do something. Anything to show his intentions. But instead he reached for his glass and drained it.
The first joint of his middle finger was lodged in Penny's rectum and she patiently sat on it until he finished his drink. She knew she'd either have to open the front of her jeans, to stop the pain they were creating as they bit into her tender flesh, or put an end to his fun. She didn't have the heart to do the latter, so she opened the brass button and slid the zipper down. The pants slid over her hips from the weight of her father's arm and her fluffy pubic hair popped out.
"Oh, Penelope… " her father sighed as his eyes caught sight of the golden fleece. The rest of his sentence was muffled on the fur above her treasure cove, but she thought it sounded like "I love you."
Penny could feel his lips pressing into the patch of hair and feel him breathing into the spot above her clit. He was taking deep breaths of air through his nose, obviously delirious with the fragrance he found there. Her position and the confinement of the jeans tangled around her legs prevented her from opening up to give him access to the source of the sweet-smelling honey. All she could do was sit there patting his head, waiting for him to finish.
It seemed like hours before he lifted his head and moved out of his cramped position. He sat back and looked at the area between her legs for a moment, without any apparent thought of what he would do next.
"If you want it, Daddy, take it," Penny said, standing and stripping off her clothes.
"It's not right," he said softly. His eyes growing wider at the sight of her tits popping out form under the sweater as she began to pull it over her head. He wouldn't allow himself to move, but he didn't take his gluttonous eyes off her nude body.
"I'm asking you to fuck me, Daddy," she said when the last of her clothes were off. "And you know you want to."
"We mustn't," he groaned, staring at the tantalizing figure of his daughter standing before him, with her hands on her hips and the object of his desires teasingly offered to him.
"Then at least kiss it for me," she responded, pulling him into a prone position on the couch. "I mean really kiss it." And climbed on the couch with him, straddling his face.
Penny thought she heard him start to object, but she lowered her cunt to his mouth to drown out the sound. His hands found her ass without coaxing and he massaged the globes of meat with vigorous squeezes. He even returned his finger to her buttonhole, cork-screwing it all the way in. His mouth after some hesitation, opened on her slit, sending a chill through her body at the first touch of his wet tongue.
The smell of her juices and the taste of her cunt, drove him wild. He drove his tongue deeper into the cherished honey jar, while his fingers twisted and squirmed in her rear tunnel. He could feel her reaching a climax, taste it too, and decided he deserved the fulfillment of his forbidden dream.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," Penny screeched, squeezing his head as hard as possible with her legs and flushing her juices into his open mouth. "Ohhhhh, Daddy. I love it… I love you… mmmmmm."
He waited patiently for her to squeeze out the full fury of her orgasm, helping with a constant swirling of his tongue up her cunt. But when she was through and lifted herself off his face, he got up and took off his clothes.
"Mmmmmm," Penny gurgled at the sight of his stiff cock.
He watched his beautiful daughter move from the couch to the rug in the middle of the room, while he removed his clothing and carefully placed them on a chair. When he walked over to her she spread her legs, lifting her knees almost to her chin, completely exposing her ass and cunt for his eyes to devour, which he did ravishingly. "You're a hungry little bitch," he said with a grin.
"Daddy's little girl," she cooed back at him.
He knelt and placed his cock at the door to her mushy cunt. She gasped and closed her eyes, already building up another storm in that cunt of hers. He couldn't help but stare at her in amazement. His little kitten was a tiger, he realized. A starved tiger.
"Don't move it, Daddy," she cried with urgency. "Hold it… right… there! Ohhhh… Daddy."
She'd had an orgasm on the tip of his cock, he suddenly realized. The thought stirred him even more than the sight of her yielding, panting body. He buried the aching cock into the depths of her body and lowered himself onto her. His mouth going from one tit to the other, licking, sucking, biting, while Penny wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper into her hungry slit. The jerking sensation in his balls was already beyond the point of holding back his eruption. All he could do was suck her ripe tit-flesh into his mouth and pump his come into her cunt.
After weeks of thinking about this moment, planning for it, and tearing himself apart with worry and guilt, the whole thing was over in a minute. But Penny stretched her own pleasure out longer, bumping and squeezing and grinding on his stiff cock. The stick was hers for all it was worth, and she got every last ounce of pleasure from it before releasing her grip on the heaving meat.
"You must think I'm terrible," he started to plead as they separated.
"Don't be silly. I think you're the greatest."
"I feel so ashamed… doing this to you," he said, trying to free his conscience of the pain he would suffer now for weeks.
"You mean what I did to you. Stop blaming yourself for making your daughter the happiest girl in the world."
"I can't help hating myself," he said, rolling off her now, but pulling her close to him for an affectionate hug.
"I don't know why you should feel so bad," she tried to comfort him.
"I just can't help thinking what your brother would think if he ever found out… "
"Now that's the silliest… "
"He'd hate me… and you too. And God only knows how it would affect him."
"I'll tell you how," she whispered in his ear. "He'd slap you on the back and be proud of you."
"How can you say a thing like that, Penny?" he asked, taken by surprise at her attitude.
"It's easy, Daddy. Little Stevie has already sampled his sister's cookie."
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"Steve has also found his sister's charms to be tantalizing. And he proved his love the only way a man can… by giving the girl his meat."
"I never thought… that is, I didn't know."
"Just stop worrying, Daddy," she sighed in his ear.
Then she traced a path down his chest with the tips of her fingers, settling on the limp noodle between his legs. It was sticky from the combination of their juices and she slid her tongue down his chest to the sticky meat and licked it clean, arousing the log from its sleep.
Once again his mind exploded with the sight of her beautiful body. He watched her pretty face move around his aching cock, saw her tantalizing lips wrap around the sensitive shaft and felt her suck new life into him. When he came, it was as though all his fears and worries drained from his body in that instant his cock fired.