Chapter 7

After Pattie lost her virginity, she became more and more curious about sex. She began fucking a few boys in her class at school and she and John fucked regularly. After a while she became curious about older men. Specifically one older man. Her father.

At a time she knew they would be home alone, she deliberately went to sleep naked and lay in bed for a long time the next morning. Eventually she knew Fred would knock on her door and ask if anything was wrong.

She left her door open very slightly and threw the covers back. She toyed with her curly blonde cunt hairs and listened to her father walking up the stairs to the master bedroom.

The blonde teenager played with her tits while she waited. She was happy her tits were big. A girl with big boobs was lucky. And hers were capped with the big pink nipples that boys loved to suck.

The rest of her body was slim and soft as silk and her pretty face was innocent looking. But she was no longer innocent inside. She was a mature woman inside with the desires and drives of a mature woman.

Now she raised her arms and stretched. She yawned and let her long blonde hair frame her face on the pillow. She'd already been up for a few minutes to pee and brush her teeth. But it was ten o'clock and surely her father would question what she was doing in bed so late.

Five minutes later he knocked on the door. On an impulse Pattie decided to pretend to be sleeping. She closed her eyes, still with the covers thrown back and her pink and white body exposed. She heard the door open and the sound of her father moving into the room.

She stirred, but kept her eyes closed. She flung an arm over and realized then that Fred was sitting on the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes and squealed, yanking the blanket up over her boobs.

"Daddy!" she cried.

"Don't be frightened, puddin'," Fred said, glancing nervously around the room. "I was just wondering why you were still in bed."

Deliberately leaving her thighs exposed, the little blonde stared up at her father. "I don't know, Daddy. I was just awfully tired. I guess maybe it's almost that time of the month."

Fred was naked from the waist up and he wore skin-tight jeans and no shoes or stockings. He looked fresh from the shower and Pattie blushed when she noticed the bulge in his crotch.

"What's the blush for?" Fred said in a tight voice.

"You look so handsome," Pattie said. "For a minute I forgot you were my father. I thought you were a boy from school or something."

"What a nice compliment for an old man," Fred grinned. "Tell me more, honey."

The blanket slipped down and her tits bounced out and the blonde made no attempt to cover herself. Fred's eyes darted over her tits, but he forced himself to meet her gaze.

"I'm glad we're having this time together," Pattie said.

Her eyes were wide and unblinking and morning clear. She knew she looked adorable and she used that knowledge.

"And I do think you're real handsome, Daddy," she said. "All my girlfriends think so too."

He brought his legs up onto the bed and leaned on his arm directly next to her. Pattie didn't move to give him room. They were so close she felt his breath on her face.

"Is that a fact, honey?" he teased. He seemed to be relaxing and Pattie relaxed too.

"Oh, Daddy!" she giggled, when he began tickling her. The blanket slipped completely away and her pretty body wiggled from side to side.

"Don't worry about that," Fred said when she pretended to be embarrassed by her nudity. "I saw you naked as a jaybird when you were little. Why should we make a big deal about it now?"

"You're right," Pattie said, pushing the blanket down again. "I never thought about it that way." It's working! she thought gleefully. At least I think it's working.

"When you and John were little, your mother and I walked around naked all the time," he said.

"Yeah, I sort of remember that," Pattie said.

"We thought it was good for you kids not to be hung-up about the human body."

"Why did you stop?"

"Well, we decided when John was older that it was time your mother covered up. He was always grabbing for her tits and her pussy too, if you must know. When we asked the doctor what we should do, he said the boy was almost at puberty and it wasn't right to tease him anymore."

"And what about me?" Pattie said, noticing that her father was scratching his crotch. She giggled. "Why are you scratching yourself?"

He snickered and moved his hand away. "It's a little tight in there," he said. "What about you? You were a little minx even as a baby. You flirted with every man around. And you followed me all over the place."

"I remember that, Daddy," she said softly. "I'm still crazy about you. More than like a father, but like a man. I think you're the sexiest man in town."

She twisted the sheet in her hands and they stared into each other's eyes. Fred scratched his crotch again and looked anxious.

"If you want to take it out and scratch it, you can," Pattie blurted out. "I've seen cocks before." She blushed furiously when she realized what she had just admitted.

Fred sighed and moved closer to the naked girl. "So you're not a virgin," he said, unzipping his fly and bringing his prick out.

He moved his hand to the side and let his prick stand up stoutly. It swayed back and forth and he sighed again. He pinched the flared rim under his cock-knob and turned to his daughter.

"I guess I'm just a dirty old man," he said.

Pattie leaned over. "Can I touch it, Daddy?" she whispered.

"Do you really want to, honey?" he said, taking her hand and placing it over his prick.

"Oh, Daddy, it's so hard!" she squealed.

"Your hand feels good on it, baby," Fred said. He leaned on one elbow and stared at the teenager's face. "You can pump it if you want to. As long as you're not a virgin anyway, I guess it won't do any harm."

"I'd like that," the teenager said. "I'd like that a lot, Daddy."

"Go on and get a good hold on it," Fred said. "it won't break."

She feigned innocence as she lightly touched the tip of his prick. "Like this?"

"Yeah, rub it right there, honey. And use your fingers on the shaft. You know that's called the shaft, don't you?" He took his prick from her hand and illustrated what he wanted from her by giving it a few hard strokes.

"Let me," Pattie giggled, pushing his hand aside and crouching on her knees in front of him. She wrapped both hands around his dick and Fred raised his ass off the bed and pushed his jeans and shorts down.

When he was naked, she smiled lovingly and used one hand to caress his fuckpole. He reached over and closed one hand over her left tit and the little blonde sighed.

"I love when you touch me, Daddy," she said. "Oh, Daddy, I love when you pull on my nipple like that."

"You've got a gorgeous pair of jugs, honey," Fred said, using both hands on the teenager's tits. He stroked them and squeezed them and Pattie closed her eyes and clutched his dick in her fist.

A crash of feeling shot through her pussy and her heart beat so fast she thought she might faint. "I'm glad you like them," she said. "I'd rather you liked my tits than anyone else in the world."

She opened her eyes and began pumping his prick hard again. Fred let one hand drag down over her belly while he fondled her firm young boobs.

"You been fucking around a lot, baby?" he said.

"I only just started a few moments ago," she said.

"But you like it, huh?"

She nodded solemnly. "I love it, Daddy."

"A chip off the old block," he chuckled.

"Does Mom love it too?" she said.

He nodded. "Your mother loves fucking more than anything."

Pattie's cheeks flushed brighter as she stroked and squeezed her father's dick. "You won't tell her about us, will you?" she said.