Duncan Fox: All In The Family

"If it's just a matter of… sex," she began, surprised at her own bluntness.

"No, it's not just that," he replied with a short laugh. "If it were just sex, I could take care of that without getting married. No, it's more than that. It's companionship, the sharing of things, and love."

"What… what if I said I didn't want you to marry her, that I was totally against it? Would you still marry her?"

He was silent for a moment as he thought about this and she knew she was putting him on the spot, forcing him to possibly choose between his daughter and the woman he now loved.

"I don't know, sweetheart," he answered softly. "I would never do anything to intentionally make you unhappy, or to hurt you, and you know that. But I do have to look out for my own life as well.

"After all, you will be leaving home soon, either in your career, or starting a life of your own, a family of your own with a man you love, and that will leave me sitting here alone."

"I would never leave you alone, Daddy," she told him, looking up into his eyes.

"I love you and I just want you to be happy. But…well, couldn't you put off marrying Susan for a while? Like, until after I graduate from college? That's only two more years, and if you two really love each other, it won't be all that long."

Before her father could answer, there was a knock on the front door, causing them both to jump slightly. She got up and hurried to open it, to find a smiling Chris standing on the stoop. "Hi, come on in!" she told him cheerfully, seeing that it was later than she realized. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready."

As she turned and headed for the stairs, her father came into the living room, calling out for Chris to come on in and have a seat, asking him if he would like a soft drink while he waited. She hurried to her room and stripped off her jeans and blouse, dashing to her closet to take out amid-thigh-length skirt and a clean blouse. She knew she should take a shower first, but she just dabbed on a little perfume and got dressed.

As she started to put on her blouse, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and with an impish grin removed her bra and tossed it on the bed. She put the blouse on and smiled at the way her nipples gently poked out the material of it.

She tucked it in as she slipped on her sandals and headed for the door.

Tonight she would be using Chris, she knew, but she had a feeling he wouldn't mind it. She was going to use him to learn how to please her father, and if he enjoyed it while she was learning, then so much the better.

But once she got back downstairs she found her dad and Chris laughing about something and smiled as she went to her dad and kissed his cheek before taking Chris' hand as the two of them headed for the door.

As she looked back at her father, she wasn't sure if it was her imagination playing tricks on her, or if the look of desire and lust for her in his eyes was real. She was almost tempted to find some quick excuse to end the night early so she could return to find out for sure, but changed her mind. She had to go through with what she had planned. There was too much counting on it.

But she couldn't get the look in her father's eyes out of her mind as she and Chris drove back to his house. She had been there before, a number of times, but his parents were always home on those occasions, and this was the first time the two of them had ever been alone. She felt nervous, but knew that the evening would be a turning point in her life.

They were halfway through the first bottle of wine Chris had opened when the movie began, so the surprise that it was an X-rated movie didn't hold the shock for her that it might have under different conditions. She found herself watching it with fascination, feeling herself becoming aroused at the action taking place on the big colour television screen.

She wasn't sure just when Chris began kissing her and fondling her big firm tits, but she didn't care. She opened her mouth to his kiss, sucking eagerly on his tongue as his hands caressed the hard nipples of her tits. She was arching her back slightly, pushing them into his hands, delighting in his touch, aware that he had completely removed her blouse somewhere along the line.

I'm doing this for Daddy, she thought to herself as she allowed Chris to put his arms around her and draw her closer, his lips trailing down to the hollow of her neck, and then on down to capture one of her hard nipples between his lips.

"Oh, that feels so good," she moaned as Chris gently eased her over on the couch, his hands and lips continuing to work on her tits.

He lay on top of her and she spread her legs slightly to allow him to lay between them, feeling the hard press of his cock against her cunt. As he sucked on her tits, pushing them together with his hands to suck on both nipples at once, she could feel his cock rubbing back and forth against her cunt mound, driving her crazy with desire.

"You are so beautiful," she heard him whisper as he lifted his head for a moment to look down at her, which pressed his cock even harder against her.

"You really think so?"

"God, yes! You are the most beautiful girl I've ever known, and have the most perfect tits I've ever seen. Even the women in those magazines don't have tits as nice as you have," he told her sincerely as he bent his head to kiss her, forcing her lips apart with his tongue.

She responded to his words and kiss by wrapping her legs around his thighs, grinding her pussy up against his hard cock inside his jeans. She felt his hands moving down to find their way beneath her skirt, and when his fingers touched the wet crotch of her panties she nearly swooned.

He rubbed the crotch of her panties for a while as he continued to kiss her, then slowly, as if afraid she would stop him, he eased one finger beneath the crotch and into her hot wet pussy, which was dripping with juices.

At the invasion of his finger, she arched her hips and cried out, partially in pain and partially in pleasure. He had fingers which were a lot thicker than hers, and longer, and when he touched the tightly stretched piece of skin that formed her cherry, she pulled her hips back a little.

"Oh, Keri, I want to make love to you so badly!" Chris moaned, grinding his jean clad cock down against her cunt. She found herself wanting him to fuck her, more than ever before, but she knew she had to save her cherry for her father.

"I know, but we can't," she told him, realizing that her desire for him was probably as great as his for her, but her cherry was for her father. It was to be the ultimate gift from her to him.

She felt his fingers moving in and out of her cunt, making little circles as they did, gently stretching the walls, and she didn't know if she wanted him to stop or not, it felt so good. She had never let him go this far with her before and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop him if it lasted much longer.

But more than that, she was afraid she would not be able to stop herself if she let it go on.

"Chris, wait!" she pleaded weakly, knowing she had to stop him now or it would be too late."

He raised his head to look at her and she could see the glazed look of desire and passion in his eyes. "Look, we can't fuck," she told him, surprising him and herself by the use of the word, "but there's something else I can do for you, something I want to do."

He raised up even higher, looking down at her in surprise. She reached between their bodies and began squeezing his cock through the material of his jeans.

"What…what did you have in mind?" he asked hesitantly.

"I…I could…we…give you a blowjob," she said nervously, feeling herself blush.

"Are…are you sure?" he asked, and she could tell he thought he was dreaming.