Chapter 9

College had been boring; the morning not so much so. Jase and I had explored each other, and then we had regular sex in his bed. His desire to explore my ‘other option’, as he called it, seemed to go away, and I must say I was grateful for that. I wasn’t sure how that would go, and I was in no hurry to find out.

After tea, Mum went across to see Gran, and I was just sat on the settee watching some rubbish on TV. I don’t know why we had to have the TV on; I found most of the stuff in it utterly boring. Dad liked to watch stuff on the Discovery Channel. I tried to tell him it wasn’t real, but he wouldn’t listen. I tried very hard not to look at his crotch. I knew his bulge was there, I knew I should not look at it, and I knew I should not be tempted. I couldn’t help it. In my mind I could see his dick sticking out of his trousers and my hand pulling his skin back and me leaning forward to suck him into my mouth, his stuff erupting inside me. At the thought, my mind was in overdrive, and I coughed as if my mouth were full.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Dad asked.

“Yes, Dad, I am fine. Sorry, not sure what that was.” Oh my goodness, I had to go upstairs, I would not be able to sit here; my imagination was going wild, and I had mixed up memories of Jase and my dad and merged them into one. I was pretty sure I was very wet between my legs, and then I realised that I was pressing myself with my hand. Oh shit.

“If there is anything you want, sweetheart, you know, I am just here. Anything, anything at all. It is just you and me, sweetheart.”

I was silent. I did not dare say anything; I wasn’t sure I could say anything, and I know my face was red from my dad watching me rub myself. “It’s okay, Dad,” I managed, my voice croaky. “I think I will just go upstairs; I don’t want to watch this anyway.”

“Okay, sweetheart, well, you know where I am.”

I rushed upstairs, first to the loo. My knickers were soaked, oh my, and I was so tender to the touch. I wasn’t wet because of Jase; no, I had washed myself thoroughly. No, this was from sitting next to my dad and my mind looking at his dick. I wiped myself using a moist towelette, got up, flushed and went to go to my bedroom to get some dry underwear, my wet knickers in my hand. Dad was on the landing, and I almost bumped straight into him. Fanny out, knickers in hand.

“Are you sure that you’re okay, sweetheart? Only you didn’t sound it.”

I just nodded; I couldn’t speak. He held his arms out and pulled me to him for a cuddle; he made no comment that I was half naked. I could feel his dick pressing into me; there was no doubt he was very hard. My mind replayed the sounds he and mum made last night as he fucked her, and without realising, I pushed back at his dick. “Oh, Dad,” I said very quietly.

“Do you want me to take you into your bedroom, sweetheart?”

I simply nodded again. Dad held me and took me into my bedroom and lay me on my bed. “Last chance, sweetheart; if you say no, then I walk away.”

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him. Dad undid his belt and pulled his trousers down. I could see his dick straining in his underpants. He pushed them down and stepped out of them, his dick sticking out in front, hard and ready, and me waiting, wanting.

He knelt between my legs, dipped forward and rubbed his dick up and down my crease. Even though I had just wiped, I was wet again, and Dad just pushed, and he was in me. I felt his dick as it pushed in and then pressed at my depths, his balls between my thighs. Oh God, what had I done? Dad eased back, and just as I thought his dick was going to fall out of me, he pushed back in hard. I grunted loudly, the same noises my mum made yesterday evening.

Dad was thrusting and I was grunting, his dick sliding inside me so easily, the end of his dick reaching my full depth, pressing hard, testing me, his hands squeezing my breasts and his stomach hitting my nubbin as he stroked inside me. It was too much. Dad was still going, but I finished. I know I squeezed him as I came, hard and loudly, and I slumped beneath him, finished. Dad pulled out and took his dick in his hand and wanked.

“Here you are, sweetheart; I’m going to cover you with my cum. Watch, baby girl.”

Hard and fast he stroked, and then he erupted, spurt after spurt all over my fanny and belly. It was incredible to watch. “I knew you wanted more, sweetheart; I just had to wait.” Dad got up and went to the bathroom, and I heard him wash. He came back into the bedroom and picked up his clothes. “I’m going back downstairs, sweetheart,” he said. “You know where I am.”

I just lay there, Dad’s cum on my belly and fanny, wondering why I had done it, why it had felt so much better than this morning with Jase. Was it because it was forbidden and taboo? I got up and went back to the bathroom and realised I needed more than a wash and wipe; I needed a shower. I took the last of my clothes off and showered, and as I aimed the showerhead at my fanny, the pulse started again, and I came again. What was wrong with me?

Before I got into bed, I propped my phone up and set it to video and knelt in front of it so I could see the rear view that Jase had loved. Oh. Okay, well, that was different. My fanny really bulged backwards between my thighs; I did think my bottom looked sweet, though. As I lay sideways on the bed, I thought about what Jase wanted to do, to use my bottom instead of my fanny. I licked my finger, and with my arm over my side and my knees bent, I tried to push it inside. It hurt a little, but not as much as I expected, but then my finger wasn’t as big as Jase’s dick, and I didn’t really enjoy it. Not something I was looking forward to. I lay naked on my bed and fell asleep, my door open a little; I didn’t care.

When I woke up this morning, my door was closed. Mum or Dad must have closed it, I didn’t care. Would my dad expect to fuck me every time we were alone? Would I want him to? I had no idea. I had no idea how I felt about it. I had been so determined not to have sex with him, and yet at almost the first opportunity, I had let it happen, even encouraged it to happen.