Katie and RandybyNotDoctorPhil©
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Young Katie's heart jumped as soon as she walked into the living room. Her mother had left for a three-day work trip, and having came home from college for the summer, Katie intended on spending quiet weekends with her father, Randy. They'd planned for the day. In the morning, after she'd gotten up, they'd cook breakfast together, and then, afterward, would go for a walk on the beaches of Santa Monica, catching up and enjoying time together, for the time they lost since she left for college nearly a year ago.
Those plans were the last things on her mind the moment she walked in the living room. Sitting on the couch was her father, his hands up on the air, as a masked man, standing just a few feet away from him, held a gun toward him. Still shaking, Randy jumped as he acknowledged Katie's presence, then darted his eyes to the masked man again, looking as helpless as Katie, in her 18 years, had ever seen her father.
"Oh, God," she screamed and took a step back, her knees wobbly, as soon as she saw the scene unfolding in front of her. Never in her life had Katie been so scared. In the peaceful f****y she grew up, where her father and mother taught her to use words and denounced all forms of v******e, no guns were every seen or considered; she hardly heard a harsh words from her parents, whether directed at her or one another.
"Shut up and sit down," the man commanded, his voice rough and filled with rage as he pointed the gun at the couch, signaling for Katie to sit next to her father.
"A robber," Katie thought. But how could it be? They lived in a safe neighborhood - one of upper-classed, privileged Americans, where mothers and fathers and c***dren could walk up and down the street all day without fear of being harmed, and a neighborhood where police cruisers quietly drove up and down the street, ready to jump to the rescue at the sight of anything remotely threatening. Yet, there she was on the couch with her father, with a stranger pointing a gun at them.
"Before you say anything stupid," the man began, his eyes glaring as he stared at the both of them. "I don't want your money."
He stopped for a second to let the words sink in, yet it didn't make it any easier on Katie's heart. The 5'4, 110-pound freshman from American University could feel her heart pounding, not knowing what to expect or what was to become of her f****y. Just for a second, she wanted her mother. While she loved and always got along with her father, her had always been a source of comfort, and deep inside, she wished Mother would all the sudden show up, and call the police, and they would be a f****y again. She was snapped back into reality by the man's voice again, and jumped, as the man continued.
"What I want is to see you naked," the man said to Katie, staring at her up and down and focusing on her chest, hidden from view by her arms. Still wearing her pink and yellow pajamas, Katie didn't look at all like the intelligent 18-year-old freshman that took the lead in many political projects at American University, where she majored in International Studies and Policy. Instead, she looked every bit the scared teenager she was, and perhaps even younger than her 18 years.
"Now, stand up, and start stripping, and your dad and I are going to watch," the man added, his eyes as serious as his tone, as he motioned to her with the gun.
"She ... I ...," her father stammered, pulling her in closer to him, his hands trembling as he tried to protest.
"Shut up and just watch," the man interrupted Randy. "I know you want to watch her," he man said in an accusing tone, one that all the sudden made Katie sick to her stomach.
They'd always been opened to each other, and saw the body as something beautiful, not to ashamed of or hidden. Yet, she'd never exactly been naked in front of him. They raised her to love her body, and be proud of it, however she looked. Fortunately, she was blessed with good looks, and although she struggled as a teenager to grow breasts, Katie now sported 28B pairs of breasts that were perky and firm, a sight that, for too long, many other students at AU had eyed and lusted after.
"Do it now!" the man said, cocking his weapon now, as he chambered a round and pointed it at the father and daughter, determined to prove to them they were not to call his bluff, and that he meant serious business.
Reluctantly, Katie stood up and with her eyes to the ground, began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, hands shaking from both fear and shame as she stood between the man and her father.
"At least I am faced away from Father," Katie thought to herself. "At least, even if I stripped naked, he'd only see my back."
As if he were reading her mind -- as if somehow he were given free access to the young girl's thoughts, the man ordered Katie to walk closer toward him and sit on the chair, facing her father so, as he said, Randy "could see what kinds of tits you've grown."
Shame washed over Katie. Sure, she was comfortable with her dad, but to display her body for him in such a manner, she could never live with herself. She could never live with the idea of allowing her father watching her strip, showing her tits, and then, even worst, having him look at her naked from the front, able to see her teenage pussy, which she'd kept clean-shaven since 13, when the unsightly hairs first started to grow.
In his seat Randy, too, trembled as his eyes glued on his daughter, hoping, wishing she weren't so scared and that somehow he could comfort her and make all the fear go away. Even just a few feet from one another, father daughter felt like they were thousands of miles away, unable to comfort each other, or reach out to hug each other to make the feelings of fear go away.
One button at a time, Katie began to undress, her fingers shook and her knees buckled with a new feeling of fear and shame she'd never experienced before, one that growing up in a f****y that instilled confidence in her from the time Katie was a young girl, she'd never had to experience.
"If I think about something else, maybe this wouldn't be so bad," she thought to herself as she unbuttoned the top button to her PJ top, slowly exposing her tan chest, and with each button, her cleavage and breasts came into view. She'd gone to sl**p the night before without a bra and now, with half of her buttons already undone, Katie was exposing to her father her well-tanned chest. The result of many hours in tanning salons began to show itself for the first time to her father, her nipples poking out in reaction to the cold air. Two more buttons, and she still kept her eyes on the ground, focusing on each button, taking her time to undress as to not rush herself into embarrassment, and half hoping the man would change his mind, as Randy stared directly at this daughter's chest, with dry throat and pounding heart.
When at last all the buttons were undone, Katie stood there in front of her father, feeling like a c***d being judged, hands still shaking as her teenage breasts pushed out of her chest, her eyes continued to stare at the ground as she reached up to get out of her PJ top, and dropping it on the floor, right next to her feet, where she continued to stare, wondering what daddy thought of her, and worst, what will happen as the strip show continued.
"Now, your bottoms, too," the man screamed, once again waving his gun toward Katie, who flinched and moved back a bit, startled at the man's sudden movement.
"Oh, God, oh, no, no, no," she thought to herself. "This was bad enough, but my bottoms, too?" She continued to wonder, weighing the meaning of being naked in front of a stranger as well as her dad. For Katie, the body was such an intimate thing, but at the same time, also something private - not to be shown to just anyone. Trust. That's what had to happen before she exposed her body to any boy in college; yet, with both trust and intimacy nowhere to be found, she stood there half exposed, and there was more to come.
Slowly, she reached for her waistband, just right above both sides of her hips and began pulling down, half an inch at a time as if trying to buy herself time, as though if she went slowly enough, she would eventually make the man go away. She continued to pull her PJ bottoms down, just exposing the front, and Randy continued to stare as his daughter stripped, first at her chest again and then at her crotch, as if it was an agonizing tease. Part of him wanted to stop it all, yet part of him became curious at the exposure of his daughter's body.
Then, it came into view. First just the fleshy lips, just the top of the lips, so delicate and gentle as her thumb brushed against them on the way down, until her whole hand along with her bottoms, passed her whole crotch area, exposing to Randy her pouty lips, gently covering the tiny hole within, still yet to be exposed. From the distance, Randy swore her saw a bit of glimmering light on her right lip, perhaps a sign that she'd been a bit wet at the attention. His mind began to wander in places many fathers often visited, but so few ever admitted to doing such.
As Katie stepped out of her bottoms and stood there, naked and trembling in front of her own father and the man with the gun - the masked man who didn't care that she was naked in front of her father and was probably enjoying it, she began to wonder what her father thought of her. Was he judging her body? Was he upset that she'd shaven? Was he upset that she'd so easily stripped, despite having done so to save their lives?
The young girl didn't have a chance to think to herself for long, as her thoughts were interrupted by yet another command, jolting her out of her self-obsessed evaluation, and back into the scared stage that the 18-year-old, who looked more like she was 14 and so scared she might have been even younger, and back into reality again.
"Now, I want you to play with yourself," the man commanded as he sat down, gun still pointing at her, not giving a damn that she'd barely turned 18, after having graduated high school early, or that her father was also in the room, staring at her as the whole show began and had been keeping quiet the whole time.
"Uhh ...I can't ...," Katie stammered, knowing that would cross the line, that it was one thing to expose her own pussy in front of her father, and it was another thing to play with it, her own pussy, in front of him. Of course she'd masturbated before, many, many times, and in fact, had done so just the night before, dreaming of the classmates back at AU, but never, never had she ever considered playing with herself in front of her father.
Yet, the 18-year-old had no choice, for as soon as she started to protested, the man pointed a gun at her father, prompting her to sit down on the empty chair next to her and giving in to the man's demands as he smiled and motioned with his head to her father, telling him to watch his own daughter.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. During the times Katie masturbated, it'd been in front of her lovers, men she wanted to see her masturbate, and in her own room, with privacy. An act so intimate, she reasoned, was only meant for those she loved, and for herself, not for the whole world to see. Of course she loved her father, but that was a different type of love. She'd never considered him a lover, and to sit there, already exposed, and now about to touch herself, sent a repulsive feeling down her spine and deep in the pit of her stomach.
But masturbate she must. She had to do what it took to get that man to go away, to leave her and her father alone, and when Mother came home from her trip, they would be a happy f****y again, forever leaving behind this incident. At that moment, she didn't even consider that they would call the police, because of the shame, and fear that her face would be exposed all over the news. If no one knew, if they kept it quiet, Katie thought she could deal with the turmoil by herself, and with her dad's love.
Slowly, she began reaching for her slit, her lips still neatly folded, hiding and covering the tiny hole that often enjoyed being touched, fingered and fucked. Her middle finger got there first, gently parting her lips as she pushed down her slit, letting her hand, cold and trembling, slide down the valley that, at the top, featured her clit, still hidden from view, and below, the dip that at times became moist and wet, drooling with hot juices. But today, at this moment, she found it to be dry and lifeless, partly because of fear, and because she wasn't turned on.
Reluctantly, she moved her middle finger up and down the slit, her palm hitting against her clit as she moved her middle finger's knuckle - the one on the side of her palm, over her tiny hole, her knuckle taking a dip each time she did so. She swallowed hard, knowing that soon enough, she'd probably physically turn herself on, though emotionally, Katie was miles away, back at college, where she was loved and respected, looked up to and adored, lusted after and viewed as a future legislator and world-changer.
As if having an out-of-body experience, Katie continued touching her pussy, stimulating her clit, and letting her knuckle move over the fuckhole, sometimes making circles around it, completely unaware now that both her father and the masked man were watching. Her mind wandered back to college, to her lovers and the fantasies she'd spent her time in private engaged in. As she did so, both her father and the man had their eyes glued on her fingers, following each move as the teenage girl continued to masturbate. Partly feeling guilty, her father swallowed hard, as he all the sudden realized that he'd gotten excited, that it didn't matter that it was his daughter - or perhaps, it was because of his daughter that he was excited.
Dipping her knuckle into her hole, just a fraction of an inch, Katie shocked herself and snapped back to reality, remembering all the sudden that she was masturbating in front of her father and a stranger, as she could feel a tiny wet spot on her knuckle. Was she getting turned on in front of her father? Was she getting wet while masturbating in front of her dad, despite not wanting to? An intelligent girl Katie was, and she understood the concept of physical vs. emotional turn-ons, yet, at the moment, the young girl scolded herself. But as if egged on by something else, Katie continued to masturbate, pushing her palm harder against her clit, and with a quicker pace now, ran her knuckle over her dip once again.
"Oh, my God, I am getting turned on," Katie thought to herself, admitting to herself that she'd been turned on by touching herself, whether because it was also because she'd done so in front of her father was another story. The first step - admission, was all that was needed to open the floodgate as her speed increased, and all the sudden, Katie could feel the lust building inside of her.
"No, no, no, this can't be happening," she denied, yet part of her also let it all go. Perhaps if she made herself cum, she thought, the man would leave them alone, and better yet, she'd be able to satisfy herself. Then she and dad would talk about it, and it would all be over. They'd return to their normal lives, dad going on to love mom as he always did, and Katie continuing with her college career.
The more she focused on the fact that her father was watching her, which Katie simply could not get out of her head, the wetter she somehow got, as her teenage juices began to coat her insides at first, and them inch by inch, running down her pussy walls and wetting the opening of her tiny opening. Her knuckle was slick now with each dip it took inside her hole, no matter how shallow it'd been in, and the young girl felt a hot flush over her entire body as she looked down, realizing that her chest were flushed red, and her nipples pushing out of her breasts, excited by the pleasure she was providing to her other sexual parts.
With her breathing becoming more shallow, Katie closed her eyes, hoping, thinking that perhaps if she didn't see her father in front of her, she wouldn't get as turned on, but it didn't help. She'd given up now, she'd given up on trying to think that it wasn't her father watching her, because in reality, it was her father and there was no denying it; all the sudden, accepting the fact made it easier to masturbate, but she still didn't want to see him in front of her.
"Ugh!" a tiny gasp involuntarily escaped from her throat as her knuckle took another dip, taking with it the slick, hot lubricant now seeping out of her pussy and running down her slit. Deep inside of her, more juices had built up, and they needed released, they needed her help to exit her body, even if it meant doing so in front of her father.
Opening her eyes again, she looked directly at her dad, and all the sudden, realized his eyes were glued on her, on her pussy, on the way her hand and fingers were dancing around her teenage pussy. For a second, as he realized that Katie was looking at him Randy guiltily looked up at her. For a second, a mere second, their eyes locked. Katie sighed as he looked at her, because in his eyes, she could see it all. She could see the guilt of a father's helplessness, and for the moment, she felt an intense love for him. Yet, she also saw the eyes she'd seen in so many lovers - lust, the burning desire to be with her, to fuck her senseless, to make her cum. Katie shuddered at the idea of her dad being turned on by her, but part of her, a small, little part deep inside of her, accepted it, knowing that it was natural for a man to be turned on at the sight of a woman in a sexual position, especially one as good looking as she was.
"My, God, he's probably turned on," Katie thought to herself as her fingers continued to dance, and though the idea made her want to hurl, Katie could not help but eye her father up and down, letting her eyes rest on his crotch and realizing that his bulge was pushing out of his jeans. At that moment, Katie realized with certainties that her father had been turned on watching her masturbate.
Her heart beat faster, not out of fear so much, as she'd learned to accept the situation, but because she'd never been in this situation before. To her knowledge, she'd never turned her dad on, and all the sudden, the idea seemed a novelty to her. Her own father had gotten hard watching her, and she, too, felt guilty but it also made her wetter, as Katie increased the speed at which she rubbed her pussy.
"Hmmmm," she softly moaned, closing her eyes and leaning back, preserving in her mind the image of her father with his lusty eyes and bulging cock, staring at her as she masturbated. "I wonder if he's still staring," she thought to herself as she, on impulse, pushed her middle finger halfway inside herself, sending pleasurable shocks to the nerves inside the hole, now slick and warm as it expanded to welcome her finger.
"Ohhhh," she dragged out the word, letting her finger linger before pushing it in all the way and gasping as she did so, wondering if her dad was watching it, and the idea that it did made her even more wet, tensing her body as her finger thrusted in and out of her own cunt.
A daughter putting on a show for her father and a stranger, she thought to herself. How hot was it that her father had lost all sense of fatherly love and protection and being turned on by her own body, she thought. How hot was it that all the social constructions of f****y, thousands of years of defining and redefining what was moral and immoral were all gone, replaced with the pure lust a father had for his own daughter? How hot was it that her father probably wanted to fuck her?
She could feel it building deep inside her, a few more minutes and she would explode all over the chair, not caring if her father were there or not. But, as she approached closer and closer to the familiar feeling of orgasmic release, young Katie was snapped back into reality again, forcing her to take her finger from her pussy, it still slick with her juices, and look up.
"That's enough!" the masked man said. "This isn't just for you."
All the sudden guilt came over Katie, remembering now the danger of the situation, that there was still a man with a gun, and worst yet, she'd masturbated, and gotten wet, and gotten close to an orgasm in front of her own dad.
"You! Drop your pants!" the man commanded as he pointed the gun at Randy, who began to protest, but only to give in, as he shot a guilty look at Katie, as both father and daughter guessed what was coming up next. He probably wanted Randy to masturbate in front of her now, Katie thought to herself, and all the sudden, was brought back to the feelings of shame and embarrassment she felt when the whole ordeal began.
Reluctantly, Randy dropped his pants, and got out of them, as Katie kept her eyes on the ground, remembering that this, after all, was her father, and no matter how hot a situation she'd mistakenly thought it was, he was still her father. There was no staring at one's father - especially at his crotch, no matter how turned on a daughter might be. This wasn't in any social guideline books, but rather, just the way society has accepted it, and Katie resigned to accept it, too.
"Look at how hard you're making him," the man said to Katie. As she brought her eyes up, almost like a scared c***d peeking into the closet at night and checking for monsters, Katie passed her father's crotch and stared into her father's eyes for a moment, giving him a look of guilt and then brought her eyes back down toward his crotch. With his underwear still on, Katie could see her father's cock poking against his gray underwear, his sexual excitement evident by his cock creating a tent in his underwear and a large, wet spot where the head of his penis was located.
Katie couldn't do anything but let out a gasp - lightly enough as to not disturb the quietness of the room, yet was loud enough for both her father and the masked man to hear. Randy, her own father, the very man who'd raised her, taught her to hit and catch baseballs, ride a bike and eventually a car, was turned on by her. Randy, her own father, the man who'd been there for her first date, for her prom, and had driven cross country to Washington, D.C., to drop her off for college, had gotten hard watching her masturbate. She felt something inside her. Was it guilt? For a moment, she'd felt guilty that she'd been turned on by the situation, but seeing how hard she'd made him, she'd realized she wasn't alone.
"Come over here and sit on him! Kiss him," the man commanded, perhaps ordering Katie to do what she would have done for herself anyway when at the highest peak of sexual excitement. Yet, something got the better of her; Katie began to protest, but as soon as she did, the man shot her a look that reminded her of the seriousness of the situation, and she gave in, torn between fear for her life, and the guilt of being in a sexual position with her own father, violating thousands of years of traditions and giving into the taboo most societies dared not mention.
Her feet almost wobbly, Katie walked over to her father, her eyes locked into his the whole time, having already preserved the image of his hard cock in her mind. Still, she didn't know what to think. On one hand, they were both turned on. On the other hand, she was his daughter. He was her father. This just couldn't happen in any civilized society, and because they'd considered themselves educated and well-read, this especially couldn't happen in their f****y. What would her mother think? What would she say to her father after it was all finished? How could she go on with her own life after this incident? Better yet, would she let her mind revert back to this incident and actually be turned on in her future masturbatory fantasies?
Inches away from him now, Katie swallowed hard as her father reached for her cheek, lightly palming it and looking into her eyes, comforting her as much as possible as the heat of her cheek penetrated his hand. Reaching for the few wispy hairs on her face, he moved them to the side and continued to stroke her face, as fatherly as he possibly knew how.
"I am so sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice desperate for forgiveness. "I am so sorry we have to do this."
She took a deep breath, and at that moment, knew she had to respond. Though, she wondered, was he more sorry that he couldn't do anything, or sorry that he'd gotten his cock hard watching her masturbate? Either way, Katie wanted to believe his words - every bit of them, and reaching to grab his hand, kissed it.
"It's okay, we have to do what we have to do," she whispered, as if such an intimate moment, a father and daughter moment, was not to be heard by anyone else. Letting a little smile escape her face, reassuring him that she wasn't upset, though deep inside, she was still confused, not knowing the difference and lost between the love and lust between father and daughter, and wondering how far this would go. How far would this all take them? Would they recover from this? Would their f****y endure?
Reaching for him, she pulled herself up and straddled him, sitting on her own father's lap, facing him. It was much like when she was younger, since she was a c***d, as father and daughter sat facing each other. But it didn't feel the same. First, she was naked and he was in his underwear, and second, he'd watched her masturbate. Thirdly, she was extremely turned on, and as far as she could tell as she sat down, placing pressure on his hard cock, still poked out of his underwear, he was also turned on.
"Oh, my God," she softly whispered as she sat down on his hardness, over his underwear, only a thin piece of cloth separating them. She could feel its hotness, strength and eagerness to break free of his underwear, and reminded herself of how inappropriate the situation was, she removed herself from the moment, thinking back to college again. Yet, she nuzzled his face, taking in his scent, and closing her eyes, placing her lips on his chin, readying herself for the activity she'd done so many times before. It all felt familiar, but this time, it also felt different. Was she repulsed as she was excited? Katie couldn't tell, but as she kept her eyes closed, Katie gasped out of surprised as she felt his lips gently placed on her. Taking in a deep breath, she began kissing him.
Warm, comforting and sexy. Those were the only words she could use to describe his kiss, as she sucked in her breath, taking in his, and felt his lips sucking on her lower one, his hand stroking her face. Her eyes were tight shut, remembering her first kiss and the many kisses she'd given and received since, but she also remembered that it was her father she was kissing, and for a second, guilt fell over Katie again.
Then, a tongue. He'd stuck his tongue inside her mouth, so warm, so slick, exploring every part of her mouth and she sucked hard into his mouth, clinging tight onto him, giving in to the kiss and feeling his heart beating against hers, her breasts on her father's chest, completely and utterly helpless at the moment. Even if she were to be told to quit, Katie probably couldn't have done it. She needed to continue kissing.
And there were other feelings, too. Down below, she could feel her father's cock twitching in his pants, pushed against her pussy, as she continued to straddle him, feeling her juices oozing out of her own teenage pussy and soaking her dad's underwear. Small waves of pleasure built upon her as they continued to kiss, her tongue now exploring his, occasionally opening her eyes to check to see if her was looking, only to find his eyes tight shut, lost in the kiss.
As if by accident and through muscle memory, she began to hump his cock. Slow, rocking motion on her father, with his underwear still on and soaked with both their juices. His underwear preventing his cock from springing free, but riding the shaft, wetting it from the outside with her own slick juices, seemed exciting to her, as she placed her hands around his neck and bounced, subtly and slowly, as if afraid to be discovered that she was enjoying this.
"Hmmmmm," she moaned into his mouth, leaving him harder now, knowing that his own daughter -- young, sweet Katie was enjoying this make out session, and even worst, was getting wet doing so. He could feel the slickness of her juices on his thigh, as it ran from inside, and grew even more excited because of in. But inside of him was also a feeling of guilt.
"My daughter. My own daughter. And worst yet, I ..." he ignored his thoughts, and allowed himself to get lost in making out with his daughter, occasionally pumping his whole waist up, pushing his cock, still restrained by his own underwear, against her. How many fathers had ever done this with their daughters? How many daughters had done so with a stranger in the room, a gun held to them? The thought was erotic to him, too erotic, and Randy knew he needed to cum. He needed to shoot his load, whether on her beautiful face or deep inside her hole, drooling and ready for him to slide inside, it didn't matter. Randy, a happily married man, needed to fuck Katie. He needed to fuck his own daughter.
They were interrupted yet again, and came back to reality, remembering that there was a stranger with a gun in the room. Clearing his throat, the man pulled Katie off her father, and with a lusty look in his eyes, pointed the gun at her and, as if the anger were gone, began to speak softly.
"Now, make him cum! You both need to cum," the man demanded, lust and trembles in his voice. "You fuck her, now!"
The words shocked Katie as she felt her heart skip a beat, very much so like when she'd walked into the room more than 30 minutes ago and found the man pointing a gun at her dad. What shocked Katie even more was how wet she'd gotten, as she looked down and saw her lips were puffy, parted, and a constant flow of fuck juices flowed down her, running down her thighs. She could also feel her clit peeking out of its hood, even just for a bit. And her heart beat. Faster and faster as her throat grew tighter, and more dry.
"Oh, we can't do that," Randy said, almost drained from the emotional roller-coaster. "She's my daughter, I can't ..." Randy continued, but was cut short the man pointed the gun at his cock and with his anger returning, proceeded to give the 45-year-old man a verbal lashing.
"What the fuck do you mean you can't?" the man asked. "Look at you. Look at how hard you are! You want to fuck your own daughter! In fact, strip down!"
Katie began to notice again, secretly moving her eyes toward her father's crotch as Randy removed his underwear and stepped out of it. As he pulled down the underwear, his cock sprang to life, its purple, drooling head pointing straight in the air. Katie drew a sharp breath, partly because of the shock of having seen her dad naked and hard, and partly because she marveled at his cock. So beautiful, so hard, and for Katie, it seemed just the right size. She closed her eyes and let herself drift again.
"I can't do this, I can't do this," she thought to herself. "I want to, but I can't. It's daddy, and as much as I need to cum, I can't do this. I love my father, but not like this."
Thoughts continued to run in and out of her head, one second telling her it was her father and this was unacceptable, but the next, wishing she could cum, wishing he'd make her cum, wishing he'd fuck her. Then she drifted back to the guilty thoughts, scared thoughts, thoughts that things would never be the same. She then scolded herself for being turned on, and then reasoned that it was natural, only to feel guilty again. In short, Katie was in a confused and sexual stage, and Dad's hard cock, just inches from her, did not help.
"Oh, God, Katie, I am so, so sorry," Randy said, looking at her and then down at her pussy, as juice shined from it, and swore he could smell her sexual excitement. The sight of young Katie standing there, almost shivering and naked, her pussy shiny and slick, was too much for Randy. He needed to fuck her, but also felt a sense of guilt, feeling as if he'd exploited his own daughter.
"Daddy, it's okay," she whispered, her voice quivering as she said so. "After this, we'll be done and we'll be a f****y again." Katie meant what she said. She wanted to be a f****y again, and she was assure everything would be okay again, but the only word that rested in both of their minds was "this." "This" meaning a father-daughter sex session. "This" meaning Randy gliding his cock deep inside Katie. "This" meaning father fucking his own daughter. "This" meaning giving into their own lust and letting their sexual urges take over. "This" also probably meant keeping it a secret between them and never telling their unsuspecting mother.
"This" was here and had to happen, and Katie walked over to the couch and sat down, eyeing her dad, waiting for him to approach her, knowing that he was only a few feet away from her, but soon enough, would be inside her. Soon enough, she knew, they would cross the threshold, the line drawn in the sand between father and daughter. Soon enough, her father would fuck her.
"Just do it and get it over with, dad," she said, her voice detached as she spread one leg, flexing her knee, while her other leg rested on the floor, exposing her pussy, still wet and slightly opened, to her father and the stranger. She closed her eyes and waited for "it." She took in a deep breath, expecting the worst emotionally, but also knew sex, no matter whom with, would feel good. For Katie, this would be a roller-coaster ride. For the young student, this would be the duality of good and bad, i****t and sex. She laid there waiting for "it."
She could feel his weight his he knelt down on the couch, and his labored breathing as he approached her, and let out a sharp breath as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him. Katie didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to acknowledge that it was her dad about to fuck her. She didn't want to admit it was i****t. Was she turned on? Yes, more than she'd ever been, blame that on biology, but she also knew it was her dad, and no matter what sociologists said about f****y being a social construct, it was still wrong.
She gasped at his touch as he moved her knee to flex a bit more and leaned her face to one side, closing her eyes, readying for "it." Then, without any warning, it took her by surprise, as she felt his thick, hot cockhead against her slit, dragged up and down the valley and resting in front of her hole. He hadn't entered yet and already, she could already feel waves of pleasure built up inside. She could feel his pre-cum mixing with hers, and trembled at how hot his cockhead felt, and imagining what it might feel like burning deep inside her, gliding her to waves of orgasms.
But Randy had other intentions. Rather than pushing deep inside her, after resting the drooling purple penis in front of her entrance, Randy reached for his shaft and moved it back up, gliding up her slit and resting it on her clit, his hot pre-cum drooling onto it, pushing it out even further.
"Hmmmmm," she moaned as the cockhead touched her clit and opened her eyes to look at him, kneeling over her, his cock in hand and just inches from the entrance of her own pussy. Her own dad, grabbing his cock and gliding it on her clit. His beautiful, purple cockhead inches away from her mouth, and for a second, she felt a desire to take it deep inside her mouth, sucking on it, feeling the lubricant in her throat, the saltiness in her.
Her words, her simple "Hmmm," drove him wild, realizing that she, too, was enjoying this. Randy simply could not fuck his own daughter at that moment, remembering all the father-daughter moments they'd had; but in this sexual stage, his own thoughts dictated, this moment, too, would be added to the thousands of other father-daughter moments they'd created. He wanted to end it all. He wanted to call it off. But they'd gone too far, and there was no stopping now.
"I wonder if she wanted this, too," he thought to himself as he began rubbing his cockhead against her clit, making her jump and pushing herself deeper down against the couch as if to get away. She hissed at his touch, his cock vibrating thousands of nerves in her clit as her mind went blank, only focusing on the pleasure of it all, the pleasure of a father touching his daughter's clit with his cockhead.
"Ugh, ahhhh!" she very softly moaned, still aware that there was a stranger in the room, and that this was i****t, yet she wanted more. She wanted to cum, and the only person available to make her cum at the moment was her dad. She needed to cum, despite that it was her dad and his hard cock kneeling at her crotch. It didn't matter if it was her dad, Katie needed to cum, and she wanted to cum now.
"What the hell are you doing, put it in her," the man demanded as he looked on from the other couch, evidently turned on by the father-daughter interaction. "Fuck her," he demanded, pointing the gun at the father-daughter, whose positions made them look more like lovers of different generations.
"I ... please, I just can't do it," her father said, continuing rubbing her clit and making her flinch her body with each rub, spreading their juices all over her clit. Though her father knew Katie was sexually turned on, he wanted to wait longer to see what would happen, he wanted to prevent himself from fucking her here and now as much as possible, he wanted to keep their relationship as was, if only for another five minutes.
"Dad ... daddy, just do it, please, just get it over with," Katie said, with the best intentions as she wanted the nightmare to be over as quickly as possible, but it sounded more like a beg, a beg to be fucked by her own father, a beg to cum by her father's cock, a beg to have her father's cum deep inside her teenage cunt. Closer and closer they're approaching the cliff, and perhaps they might even fall off together. Father and daughter probably didn't care at that point. A few inches from now, a few inches deeper and all dignity and father-daughter relations would be gone. And at the moment, with orgasm calling and minds blinded by lust, it probably did not matter.
"Do what?" the man asked with a sly smile, knowing that Katie had fallen in lust, and needed to cum. His mission had been a success. He wanted the young girl to beg to be fucked, and soon enough, he knew, lewd words the young girl had never even thought of would fall out of her mouth, and would forever echo in his ears and her father's ears. His mission, soon, he knew, would be over.
"Put it in me ..." Katie stammered. "Just give him what he wants," she continued, knowing damn well that she only meant to give her what she wanted, and that if the man was going to f***e them to fuck, that she would want to be fucked right now. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't, she reasoned. If he was going to f***e them to fuck, she was going to enjoy it, despite the fact that it was her father fucking her.
Complying, her father moved his cock downward toward Katie's now very wet, drooling hole, as her lips part, and holding his cock at the entrance of her pussy, gently pushed in, feeling her opening up to receive him, his own daughter opening up to receive him, and as soon as he got all the way in, he would be back out, and soon enough, father and daughter would be fucking. Father and daughter fucking. Those words rang in Katie's ears and ran through her body, and to her surprise, it caused goose bumps and waves of pleasure, rather than fear and repulse.
"Oh, my God," she whispered as he pushed is cock in, feeling her tight cunt opening and immediately wrapping itself around his cock like a clamp. He glided it in some more, filling up her tight, teenage space with his own cock - her father's own cock as her wetness helped his cock along as he rolled back his eyes, feeling his whole cock massaged by her warm, sticky pussy, its muscles waiting to be pushed apart. She could feel him, too, so filling as he slowly glided it, filling what seemed like a missing piece within her. Her eyes close again as he glided deeper in, and she let out yet another soft moan as he hit rock bottom, having gone all the way in.
They stayed still for a second, her eyes opening back up and locking themselves into his, and all the feeling of guilt and fear, she saw, had been gone, replaced with the kind of lust she'd never seen from her dad, and never felt within herself. Nothing more did she want at that moment than to cum, to be fucked senseless, to be fucked so hard her pussy ached. It didn't matter anymore that it was her father.
He began to pump, slowly at first, just half of an inch in and out of her, feeling her walls milking his cock and her B-cup breasts swaying as he did so, her hotness burned his cock, as his balls slammed into her, creating sweet, slapping sounds each time he thrust deep inside of her, feeling the aching feeling of pleasure he'd always felt when fucking her mother. Cock in pussy. Randy in Katie. Father in daughter. His mind spin and fogged at the idea of fucking his own daughter, but it only fueled him to fuck her deeper and faster, as he increased the speed and the slapping noises as well as Katie's yelp, got louder. Each time he thrust himself all the way in, their fuck juices splattered on her thighs and stomach and his chest, making their skin glisten in their i****tuous meeting.
"Ugh, ugh, daddy," Katie moaned and pushing back each time he pushed in, knowing that they'd crossed the line, and there would be no turning back. There she was, home from summer vacation, getting fucked by her own dad and enjoying it. When she'd left school earlier in June, she'd never imagine she'd gotten fucked by her own father, and now that it did, she didn't seem to care, Katie thought to herself, as she spread her legs wider for easier access, softly moaning each time.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned as his cock hit a sensitive spot, and grabbed on to the couch, staring deep into his eyes, communicating the lust deep inside of her to him as Randy continued to fuck his daughter, forgetting for the moment anything else in the world.
"Oh, dad, oh, fuck," she continued to moan, her head rolled back as lust came over here. A deep itch developed inside of her, and thank God he was here, she thought. Thank God her father was here to scratch the itch. -- an itch that only her own father, at that exact moment, can possibly scratch.
"God, daddy," she moaned deep from within her throat as he continued to glide in and out, his hands now on her tits and staring into her eyes.
"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, Gooood," continued to moan with each thrust, and pushing back, and for the first time, accepting that it was her father fucking her, and not giving a damn. To hell with f****y. To hell with what sociologist had to say. She was getting fucked by her father, and she was enjoying it.
Suddenly, he pulled out, his cock pulsating and coated with her own cum as he stood there, almost out of breath, staring at her. They looked into each other eyes, and as if able to communicate just by their eyes, having known each other for 18 years. Katie stood up, too, and turned around. Her bottom, naked and red from having been pinned on the couch, stuck out at him and she spread her legs and looked back at her dad, waiting for him to come toward her.
He quickly found her hole again, and sliding his cock along her slit, promptly put it back inside as he leaned back, pushing his hips forward and pushing his cock deep inside her again. Katie wince as her father entered her cunt from behind and looked into the mirror in front of them. There they were, father and daughter fucking. His cock deep inside her and as he began pumping again, her breasts swayed. The sight was too much for her, as for the first time, it registered, seeing both her and her father naked, and intensely fucking.
"Oh, ugh ..fuck ..." she moaned as he continued to pump, knowing that he was very close to orgasm that hoping that she was, too. It didn't matter to Katie that it was her father fucking her. In fact, she wanted it. She was longer loving it because it felt good despite the fact that her father was fucking her. She was loving it because it felt good, and because her father was fucking her. i****t. The oldest sin in the book and she'd given into it. She'd reluctantly gotten into this, but all the sudden, it didn't matter, because this was i****t, and she was enjoying it. At 18, Katie was enjoying fucking not for the sheer fucking, but because it was i****t fucking. It was her own daddy fucking her cunt.
"Oh, my God, ...fuck ...me," she moaned, still reluctant and embarrassed that she was enjoying it, but the words also turned her on. She wanted to say it, she wanted to scream it. The words she never even thought of all the sudden were in her mind and needed to come out as her dad pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside, and taking it back out and pushing it back in harder each time. She needed to say it. She needed to say it.
She tried to hold on, she tried to wait until it was all over, until he'd came deep inside to see if she wanted to say it. After all, daddy only fucked her because they were f***ed to. But she, on the other hand, was enjoying it. She did try to hold on, oh, she did, but she got lost in it all, and Katie finally let loose.
"Oh, ugh, fuck me, daddy, fuck me!" she groaned, surprised at her own words and turned on at the same time, as Randy, having heard his daughter's request for the first time, groaned and pushed in harder, grunting each time he did so, and feeling his balls boiling, readying him to shoot his hot cum deep inside her.
"Tell me what you want, Katie," he begged as he continued to fuck his own daughter, pulling her hips back and thrusting his forward each time he pushed his cock deep inside of her, and looking into the mirror, treasuring the sight of fucking his own daughter, her face in ecstasy, her tits bouncing and the sounds of her moans that he swore he would never, ever forgot.
"Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me more, fuck me harder," she replied, lost between her words to take breathers, giving in to all the i****tuous lust she'd deny herself, knowing that no longer did it matter that she was his daughter, and also knowing that the fact that she was his daughter that was making him so hard, and her so wet, and them getting ready to cum together for the first time.
Then, it happened. She felt it building up deep inside her and all the sudden, it exploded. She felt her whole body tighten, and Katie pushed back hard into her father's thrusting cock as her whole body tensed, and she exploded, her body shuddering as she came, her cunt hole tightening around his cock as it pushed and tightened around him.
"OH, FUCK! I AM GOING TO CUM," she screamed as her muscles contracted, her cunt vibrated and at that exact moment, between her yelps and moans and delirious i****tuous screams, Randy also came, as his cock twitched and his balls tightened, and his temples filled of bl**d as he blacked out for a second, and leaning back, Randy felt the gallons of cum deep inside of him shooting into his own daughter. With each squirt, he pulled her back deep inside of him, as he shot inside his daughter, feeling his cum dripping back down against him. Then, it was over. Then, the highs of i****t was over. The highs of fucking his own daughter was over as Randy pulled out, leaving behind his cock a trail of his own gooey cum, slowly dripping out of Katie.
Together, they fall onto the couch and lean against each other's sweaty body, out of breath and out of things to say to each other. For a second, father and daughter lay there, taking in their breaths and staring at the ceiling, taking in the reality of what had just happened, as the room grew quiet, and Katie realized, the man had left.
Beginning to deconstruct what had happened, Katie reasoned that it had to happen either way, whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted it or not, and that there would be no regret. Once she caught her breath, she would wash herself of her father's cum, and would talk to him, and they would move on with their lives.
Randy's thoughts were a bit different. He wondered if this was the start of a sexual relationship with his daughter, and where they would go from here. He was thankful that it'd happened, and that the event wasn't too traumatic for her. Most of all, he was thankful for a friend who loved him enough to have agreed to pose as an intruder, propelling his own daughter into i****t.