Daddy Daughter Made Love In Front of younger daughter
Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so that he can be _free_ of her, somehow certain she simply ran off one afternoon, took the cat and fled her dreary existence with him and his _job_ and his _mortgage_ and _car payments_ and receding hairline and all the other trappings of adulthood, of responsibility.
And he wanders over the memories of the body that had lain next to him all those years, the smooth firm flesh that had been his privileged pleasure, the curve of her slender soft ass, how well their two bodies fitted together after all the years of adjustment, of fine tuning to each other's needs, recalling the soft warm feel of her interior as he had nestled inside of her... His cock hardens in memoriam, and it cannot help but remind him of the soft younger version of _Her_ sleeping in the upstairs bedroom with the smaller one that _She_ had always said looked a lot like him, if he'd been a girl of course. He curses the day she left them and he curses her memory as his feet pad softly up the carpeted stairs into the room where the two girls lie sleeping in their white painted beds, the room overflowing with ruffles and lace and... girl things, _Her_ legacy. His dancing penis draws him toward the long-haired one as it seems increasingly wont to do as _Her_ memory fades in deference to the reality of the beautiful young daughter, here, in the present, with the soft pink lips and wide dark eyes and long brown hair and slender, strong, firm legs, beautiful plump nipples with the first indications of beauty and grown up women. As this creature's reality becomes so very apparent to the pulsing flesh peering from his loosely wrapped terry robe he sits down gently on the edge of her bed brushing the long soft strands of hair from her face as she sleeps quietly on her stomach breathing softly, her mouth a delicate "oh" in the pre-dawn quiet.
Gently, very gently, he shifts so he is stroking her hair, running his hand down the back of her oversized nightie, slowly drawing the sheets away from her body, revealing strong tanned legs splayed casually in sleep one knee drawn towards her chest so that when he draws her nightie up her beautiful plump pussy is just barely exposed. Her round white buttocks, a perfect tan-line arcing high across her hip bone, a perfect transition line of brown and white drawn across her back at the very point where her buttocks begin to part, his dancing penis wills his fore-finger to collect the dewy dribble of pre-cum oozing from its eye and trace the border-line from the cleft of her plump juicy pussy across her hip. She rouses, startled, when his moist, large rough finger pushes at the sensitive flesh of her sex, tracing outward along the crease where buttock meets leg, rolling onto her side, his finger jerked away from the sweet spot; the penis driving these actions starts nervously, shrinks in fear to hide beneath the folds of his opened robe.
She smiles sleepily, glancing over at the one sleeping soundly in the bed barely an arm's length away. "Daddy" The penis, re-assured, convinces him to press his advantage and he leans over her, pushing gently on her hip so that she is lying on her back, his hand moves slowly, gently, pulling up the night-dress, exposing her plump smooth sex to the cool morning air as his body leans over her, shifting, placing his scratchy lips against her warm forehead, leaning over her, resting on his elbow brushing the hair from her face, drawing his lips lovingly down the bridge of her nose, his rough thumb reaching between the triangle of her sex easily finding the pleasure button, pushing insistently at it with his thumb as the rest of his fingers push between her legs now parting invitingly as the little hard kernel of pleasure at the top of her young juicy gash hardens almost imperceptibly his mouth covers hers, his tongue probes between her lips, gliding along the roof of her mouth the soft pink sides of her cheeks so smooth and moist like the tender new skin hidden, buried between her legs. She moans appreciatively, humps back at the hand stroking her sex, thrusting her tongue back into his mouth, neither are concerned with the sister stirring in the bed next to them, roused from a deep sleep by the un-mistakable sounds of lust. They know only this pleasure, a special stolen pleasure that they have shared more and more frequently in the time since _She_ left them, in the time since he first began feeling the oldest girl's nipples swelling beneath her t-shirts, in the time since the _penis_ began contemplating the possibilities of her matured body as his hands roamed over her in their playful tickling games, stiffening with an adult-sized lust as her ripening body slithered across his in their innocent wrestling, the penis rubbing itself stiffly, against his will, over her smooth firm young hard body, yearning for the freedom to enjoy _adult_ games with the beautiful creature _it_ had helped to create.
Moving slowly, slipping his robe off to let it slide to the ground in the narrow space between his bed, one hand and then the other pleasuring the beautiful girl writhing and moaning caught up in the novelty of a physical pleasure until recently unknown, he has moved so he is kneeling between her limber nymph legs, still rubbing at her pubis his tongue intertwined with hers she gasps as he pushes her night-dress up under her armpits, lifts herself off the bed to hastily pull it off over her head as he continues to work adeptly at her loins. She gasps again as two rough fingers push into the moist dark hole between her legs, humps appreciatively, pushing herself against the thumb working wetly against her tiny button, her nightshirt landing discarded atop his robe she places her mouth against the tight hard nipple protruding from his matte of greying chest-hair and it is his turn to gasp, a low guttural moan of pure animal need. His fingers press into her channel and the hard throbbing life-form between his legs know that after months of longing and preparation, it is _finally_ time.
The fingers are withdrawn and she moans, disappointed, until the penis begins rubbing, not gently, but lustfully, insistently, tapping urgently at the entrance to her juicy delights she reaches up to stroke at his nipples as the penis glides wetly along the pink split of her sexy cunny until it can stand it no more: it leaps into the abyss, driving through the tight narrow opening, spreading the delightful creature wide as it tears open this fresh package of pleasure for the very first time; she shrieks at a sharp burning pain somewhere inside her, between her legs, and a wetness between the cheeks of her buttocks. She feels the penis driving into her opening her up more intimately than she had envisioned it it feels as if he will split her in two and she clutches him to her chest, rubbing her tender gum-drop nipples against his hairy chest concentrating on the contrast of her smooth pink skin against his masculine roughness as he moves urgently, leaning on his elbows, working rhythmicly he towers over her smelling of sweat and sex she feels the thing begin moving deep inside her belly and the pain of her abandoned virginity slowly, oh so slowly begins to resemble pleasure.
It fills her, stretches her, she feels his wiry bush tickle her own pussy pleasure centers as he plunges into her, marvels at the feel of his hairy body moving roughly against her nakedness, lurching violently, driving into her, opening her up, stretching her tight cunt to near splitting each time the penis pushes up into her, _demanding_ she relinquish to him the pleasure her firm young body encompasses. She rides the building wave of ecstasy, exulting in the way his driving lust pushes her roughly about on the bed, marvelling at the rasping sounds of cotton sheets twisting beneath their humping bodies, opening her legs as wide as she can, inviting him to split her wider, penetrate deeper as an urgent pressure seems to build in the pit of her groin, begging for a release she has not yet imagined is possible. He marvels at her passion, the penis swelling with pride as her pain gives way to pleasure it senses that she is in the end enjoying the ride and it quickens the pace; they are moaning and grunting, thrashing back and forth, the headboard slamming rhythmicly against the wall, neither notices or cares that the young sister in the adjacent bed has been watching intently as the young beauty and her father rut frantically only scant feet away, neither is aware of any existence extending further than the pit of their groin or the pleasure center of their brain as their grinding genitals are making sticky wet noisy frantic sex. He feels a burst of intense pleasure at the back of his head, more intense than any of the jolts he's ever gotten from a line of even the purest coke... his testicles are snapped tight swollen to near exploding and semen spews the length of his prick, splashing thick and hot into the entrance to her now ripened womb, leaking from her narrow channel, squeezed out by his frantic humping, his sperm continues spewing into her interior until at last he pulls out, exhausted, dribbling the last bit of ejaculate.
He leans over his fresh-fucked girl licking and sucking at her beautiful nipples, rubbing at her moist pussy lips she humps wildly as one jolt of pleasure after another courses through her limber young body, she cries out wildly, wailing, almost tearful as successive jolts of unimagined ecstasy tear through her young loins her hips thrust violently into the space between their bodies, as he watches, awe-struck, her tight cunt spasming and twitching uncontrollably her lust-driven cries finally weakening, pleasure subsiding, turning to sweet sweaty exhaustion. He rolls so they are lying, exhausted, side by side, squeezed into the narrow space of a twin bed, stroking each other in the afterglow of their animal passion. She leans up on an elbow to glance in the direction of the sister who is sleeping _intently_, rigidly, her small body turned away from the two bodies sharing the bed next to her, illuminated by the grey light of approaching dawn. The newly created _woman_ giggles at the thought of the little one witnessing their violent _fucking_, and kisses her father wetly and loudly full on the lips. He smiles at her, so like the mother must have been at that age, still lusty up until the moment she disappeared.
He whispers that they will likely have to discard the sheets, as there is much sperm, and blood, proof of her virtue. Gathering his robe he pads softly from his girls' room; passing the son's room on his way back downstairs he believes he hears the unmistakable sounds of masculine self-pleasuring, and he smiles again as he prepares to start the day. The guilt will not happen till much later when the brain has forgotten the penis' prerogative.