Thomas Benton - Daddy's own sweets

His entire body was jerking with the power of his coming. Her rectum clutched his penis hungrily and milked every searing drop of semen he could produce out of him. He held her back against his jetting phallus with the hand in her cunt and poured his thick wads into her. Her head was twisted sideways so he had a profile view of her face. Her mouth was open slightly. He suddenly wished he had another cock to ram into her mouth while he was still pouring come into her tail. Then his orgasm died, and his prick began to shrink. Her rectum clamped against his penis in peristaltic waves and drove him out of her tail. Her anal ring snapped shut behind him, but not before a thin, pearly stream of his come escaped and started downward from her little dimple.

Fumbling blindly behind himself, Harry turned the shower on and quickly adjusted the water to cool. He stood there, letting it wash the sweat from him. The soap and come sluiced off Mary Kay's backside as she rested against the wall. Slowly, she slumped to the floor, then turned and began to wash his soiled prick. After rinsing the soap off it, she leaned forward and sucked the limp tool into her mouth and rolled it along her tongue. He was incapable of coming or even getting an erection. But her act of total submission and the sensuous warm embrace of her mouth mound his organ more than made up for the inability. As the cool spray poured down on them both and he savored the sight and feel of her mouth on his drained tool, he reached down and stroked her streaming wet hair. She left an hour later.

Harry sat on the couch, nude, drinking a beer and watching television. He heard the back door open and close, and resisted the urge to run from the room to hide his nakedness from Jan. “Hi, Daddy,” she called. “Daddy!” Her voice rose to a squeak of surprise.

“I-was hot,” he explained lamely. “I decided what the hell, we're family. Right?” “Uh, yes, Daddy,” Jan agreed, her eyes fastened on her father's penis. It lay limply over his balls. “Where have you been?” he asked. “Out,” she answered vaguely. “Uh, could I have a beer?” Harry thought for moment, decided not to pry, and then nodded. “I guess so. Help yourself.” He considered suggesting she might like to get naked, then discarded the idea. If she wanted to, she would. He felt pleased with himself that he had managed to be as casual as he had. Better not to hurry things, though.

The smell of burning eggs filled the house and finally drove Jan out of bed. Planting her feet on the floor, she stretched luxuriously, feeling the cool morning air brush her, caress her all over. She combed her long blonde hair carefully, then headed for the kitchen. “Hi, Daddy, burning the eggs again?” she asked from the kitchen door. Harry made a face at her and raked his eyes quick over her slender, graceful body before jerking them away. “Sorry it woke you,” he apologized. Jan wasn't questioning his sudden change in attitude, just taking advantage of it. She loved the sensuous, free feeling of being naked. She also knew that the sight of her had a powerful effect on her father. She liked that, too. She sidled up next to him and eased him away from the stove. “Let me do that, Daddy. You go finish getting ready for work. I'll have breakfast ready by the time you're done.” He touched her affectionately on the shoulder. She had the feeling he wanted to do more than just touch her. He jerked his hand away and left the kitchen quickly. She watched the play of his muscular buttocks as he walked away, noted the semi-stiff condition of his penis. Across the breakfast table from him, she watched as he tried to read the paper. His eyes kept flicking over her. She sat up very straight to make her breasts look as smooth and graceful and tempting as possible. Her pink nipples were pertly erect. His breakfast was gone and the paper a shamble's when he finally shoved away from the table. “Got to go,” he muttered after his last swallow of coffee. Jan got up quickly and followed him to the front door. Before he opened it, she went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her breasts burned against his summer jacket. “Bye bye, Daddy,” she said, moving out of sight as he opened the door. “Be home at the usual time,” he assured her. “Maybe we could eat out tonight. Be a nice change.” “I'd like that.” It was the first time he had suggested eating out since her mother had died. He was really changing. Like that day she had come home and found him sitting naked in front of the television. She hadn't realized what a handsome and desirable a man her father was until then. And then he had scolded her for walking naked from the bathroom to her room. He hadn't complained since when she went around naked in the house. He had started doing it a lot too. She looked at the scorched eggs in the pan and filled it with water, then dried her hands on a dish towel. The whole atmosphere of the house was changing-for the better.

The only problem, Jan reflected, was that now she tended to be horny all the time. Ever since that first time with Mike, her sex urge had been growing. And the nudity around the house increased it, made her more aware of herself and her father as sexual beings, even though neither had made any concrete move toward the other. As she wandered through the empty house, she became more and more aware of the intimate touch of the cool air against her crotch. Her nipples were swollen with hunger. Her pussy ached. Standing in front of the television, she picked up a candle left there from before her mother had died. It was ten inches long, an inch in diameter. Jan tortured herself by fondling the warm, slippery wax cylinder, wrestling with herself, resisting the urge to jam it up into her starving vagina. The telephone jarred her out of her trance and she walked across the room to answer it. “Hi, sexy.” “Oh, Danny. Hi,” she answered, recognizing his voice. “Saw your father leave for work and I thought I'd give you a call. Thought you might be lonely.” “Oh, not really,” Jan answered. Horny, but not lonely.

She stood with one arm across her trim, bare belly and began stroking her side sensuously. “I have a friend over,” Danny went on unperturbed. “How about a 'come as you are' party?” “How do you know how I am?” Jan retorted. “I figure you just got up,” Danny answered. “Most you probably have on is your pajamas, if you wear any, that is.” “I don't,” Jan answered. “You and your friend strip and watch out the window. I'll be over in a couple of minutes.” “Meet you in the back yard,” Danny replied. “It's a nice warm, sunny day. We can use the swing.” “Groovy idea,” Jan replied tensely, hornier than ever at the thought. After hanging up, she prowled nervously around the house until she was sure Danny and his friend were naked and waiting for her. Then, without putting anything on, she opened the back door and looked out. The back yard wasn't totally screened, but it seemed a fairly safe bet no one would see her. The chance that someone might made her belly knot with excitement. Her toes dug into the gravel as she walked slowly along the path.

Cautiously, she looked around the corner of the house. The street was empty. She started across the wide expanse of lawn, then heard a car coming. Her heart racing, she ducked behind a bush just as a delivery truck cruised past. The driver was looking in her direction, trying to read the house numbers. When it was gone, Jan set out again, forcing herself to walk slowly. She felt her excitement building. She was risking being seen, totally naked, by anyone passing by or looking out any of the nearby houses. Reaching the gate to Danny's back yard, she paused and knocked politely. As she waited, she kept feeling unseen eyes watching her, staring at her graceful, naked body. The latch rattled, and Danny opened the gate, and peered around it cautiously. He saw that Jan was not dressed, and sucked in his breath sharply. “Jesus, get in here before someone sees you!”