Chapter 4: Fruition

Dinner was over, the table cleared and the dishwasher rumbling away in the kitchen. I was at one end of the sofa, Pauline at the other, with Susan between us, looking at me from time to time, and sucking her thumb.

Herman and Lindy sat in the comfortable chairs beside the sofa, where normally I would sit to watch the large wall-mounted television, currently turned off. I noticed he had his arms round my daughter, his fingers very close to her breasts. I would have to keep an eye on them to ensure he didn’t grope my girl. I felt uncomfortable, thinking Lindy should be sat next to me, not him.

“What do you think of Susan?” Herman asked.

The question surprised me. I looked again at the child: she seemed a perfectly normal two year old. She had inherited Pauline’s hair and eyes ... nothing remarkable – and so I told him.

He shook his head, smiling apologetically. “No, I mean, are you looking forward to having one of your own?”

I looked hard at Lindy, sitting there with an expression of great innocence on her face, but her eyes were alert, and she was following the conversation.

“I don’t think there’s any danger of that happening to me,” I said. “Maybe when Lindy hooks up with a suitable young man...”

Herman looked from me to Lindy and back to me. “I thought this weekend was intended to get Lindy pregnant.” He looked a question at Lindy again, who didn’t respond in any way, except that now she was staring at me. As I watched, the tip of her tongue appeared and moistened her lips, but otherwise she didn’t move.

“Oh?” I said. “Unless you’re up for fucking her, I don’t see how that can happen.”

Herman almost flinched, and eyed his daughter/granddaughter. “No, no, not me: I have my own little bundle of happiness,” he said, “and Pauline wants us to work on making a brother or sister for Susan. No – I understood you were slated to get Lindy in the club. She’s talked about hardly anything else for months. Something to do with an agreement you made with her when she was fourteen, that she could come off the contraceptives when she was sixteen, when having a baby could more easily be accepted by the world out there.” He jerked his head towards the window.

Lindy, I saw, was still wearing the appearance of extreme innocence, and now staring at an errant crack in the ceiling. She dropped her gaze to look into my eyes. As I watched, the appearance of innocence was replaced by lust.

“Tell you what,” said Herman into the sudden silence, “Pauline and I will fuck, if it helps to make up your mind.”

“Help yourself to a bedroom,” I said.

Herman shook his head, smiling. “Naah! We’ll fuck here. Pauline, get your kit off.”

He began to remove his street clothes while Pauline dragged her T-shirt over her head, revealing her pretty and firm breasts, the nipples already spiking. Next she loosened the waistband of her miniskirt, and let it drop to the floor where she stepped out of it. Herman was out of his trousers and shirt, and sporting a big springing hardon.

“Where shall we do it, Dad?”

He grabbed a couple of cushions and threw them on the floor. “On the carpet, girl,” said Herman.

Pauline dutifully got down on the floor, laying on her back, one cushion under her head, the other supporting her hips, raising them to improve Herman’s access.

She spread her legs so that I could see the moisture oozing from her pussy before Herman got between her legs. He kissed her several times, each more passionate than the previous one. He manipulated her breasts, sucking, licking and flicking the nipples, while one hand slid down her flat stomach where his fingers found her vulva and opened the lips. He used his thumb to stimulate her clit while his fat and long middle finger first gathered some lubrication from her then found its way into her fuck-tube.

Pauline’s hips bounded and she moaned and began to huff in time with the thrusts and jabs of his finger. He put a second finger inside her as her pleasure obviously grew, before withdrawing his hand, grasping his throbbing truncheon and notching it into her thirsty pussy, desperate for cock.

He grunted as he slid home, his prick totally buried inside his heaving daughter. Saliva dripped from his mouth into hers as he slobbered a very wet kiss on her lips and began to rut.

Meanwhile, Lindy had moved next to me on the sofa so she could see the action better. Her deft fingers undid the button on the waistband of my jeans, unzipped the fly and began to drag them off. I obliged by lifting my bum off the cushion so she could pull them down to my feet. Having got so far with me, she stopped to remove her top and skirt revealing that she was wearing no underwear either, like her friend, now grunting regularly with each thrust her father made.

My prick was hard – how could it not be, as I witnessed the coupling of father and daughter on my carpet. Lindy pulled me to my feet and leaned over the arm of the sofa, spreading her feet apart as she bent forward. She looked round at me and smiled.

“Get it in me, Dad. I want my baby now, and you promised.”

I couldn’t remember promising anything, my mind full of the moment and the ache in my balls as they prepared to expel their product into the pretty pussy my daughter was showing me by wriggling her bum in blatant invitation.

Some part of me was telling me urgently not to do it: incest was wrong ... but my straining prick and the instinct to impregnate a willing female was too strong. I approached Lindy and swiped the swollen head of my fat prick up and down her sex lips, coating it with her juices which were flowing abundantly. Then I positioned it in her entrance and pushed.

Gradually the walls of her pussy widened to permit my cock to force its way inch by inch into her depths. The feeling of smooth, wet pussy walls welcoming my primed tool into Lindy’s secret place was fantastic.

Lindy began to croon. “Come on, Dad, fuck me, fuck me, give me a baby!”

I bottomed out in her and withdrew slightly, only to push back in until my cock head was knocking on the door of her womb. As I began the age-old rhythm, intended by nature to start new life, Lindy dropped her head and used one hand to rub her clit, while beginning to huff like Pauline was, beside us on the floor.

It was clear that Herman was on the short strokes, grunting with every thrust as he sought to trigger an orgasm in his daughter.

Lindy began a keening moan which rose in pitch as she neared her climax. It encouraged me – it was the kind of sound every man wants to here, confirming that he is providing his sex partner with exactly the right kind of feeling he knows will encourage her to come back for more.

Suddenly, Herman stiffened, jamming his prick as deep as possible into Pauline. “Here it ... Aaarrrggghh!” he cried as his body jerked with each shot of spunk deposited where it was wanted. Pauline screamed under him, her body thrashing, her head twisting from side to side and her hands clenched and thumping the carpet either side of her, while her belly heaved.

No doubt influenced strongly by the sight, I felt my own moment coming upon me. “Lindy! I ... Uurrrggh!”