Unknown - My horny home

"I… I… you were just kids. Hell, you weren't even a teen-ager then." He fumbled for excuses.

"Sure, that's just the trouble, Daddy. I've always been just your little girl. You refuse to admit I've grown up. Well, I have. Take a look! Take a good look!" Karen slipped out of her slip.

He looked. He stared. He took a deep breath. She had grown up. She was no longer the skinny, tit-less little girl he'd known so well. This naked nymph standing before him was a dreamboat. A feminine beauty. Her breasts were small, but nicely formed.

His eyes roved down. A slender waist. A patch of brown hair atop her pussy. Smooth, rounded thighs. Outthrust buttocks.

He gulped. How fight she was. She no longer was Daddy's little girl. She was a woman. Practically a grown-up woman. In another year or two, she'd be a dazzling beauty.

He sighed. Sipping his drink, he mumbled, "Okay, you've proven your point.

I'm convinced. You're grown up. I'll never think of you again as my baby girl. Now, please get back into your slip and leave." He gulped down his drink and headed for the bar.

"Un-unh." She stood her ground. She faced him, a tight smile at the corners of her pouty mouth.

"What d'ya mean un-unh?" He sipped at his drink, eyeing her warily over the top of the glass. His hand still trembled. He still stared at her beauty. He marveled that such a beautiful girl could be his daughter.

"I came in here to have along talk. lo get things settled. To reach an agreement between you and me, and to figure out what to do about fatty Alice!".

"Please stop referring to her as fat! She's a trifle plump, but fat-no."

"Did you marry her just to have someone to… fuck?" She breathed the word slowly.

He flushed. "Damn it, Karen! I wish you would stop using that word! It sounds obscene coming from you.

"But it really isn't obscene, is it, Daddy? You do it. I do it. I guess Bob does it. Everyone does it. So why shouldn't we say it?"

"Because it's a dirty word."

"But it's the main reason you mated her, isn't it?"

"It did have a big bearing on things," he admitted.

"Then why didn't you talk it over with me before you married her?" Karen asked.

"Talk about such things to you then!" He was aghast. "Hell, you were only twelve years old!"

"You could've talked it over with me. I was big for my age. Even then I knew all about sex, though I hadn't experienced it. If all you needed was a place to shove your cock, I would've let you do me."

His mouth gaped. His hand trembled. He stared in awe. "My God, Karen! What's gotten into you?"

"I wish you had, Daddy."

He shook his head in dismay. "I can no longer talk to you. You're way beyond my scope. I give up. Now, will you please go! I can't stand any more of this nonsense. My head is reeling."

Karen smiled grimly. "You want me to get along with your wife, don't you, Daddy?"

"I do. I do. I'm tired of all this hatefulness on your part. I know Alice likes you. If you give her half a chance, she'll be like a real mother to you.

"I will be nice to her, Daddy-under one condition." She dealt her trump card.

"And that is?"

Karen fingered her cunt suggestively. "You fuck me, too. Just like you do with Alice!"

He was beyond shock. His mind boggled. The warmth of the room and the considerable amount of liquor he'd consumed were having their effect on him. Stepping over to the bar, he poured himself another shot. Then another. He was sweating. He stared owlishly at the whiskey bottle in his hand. A hand that was trembling.

This couldn't be happening to hint In a minute, he'd wake up and find it was all a dream. He winced. He felt Karen sliding up to him.

It wasn't a dream. He felt Karen's naked body pressed against his back. He could feel the soft fur of her cunt hairs pressing against his asscheeks. He could feel her taut, pointy titties pressing against his back, just below his shoulder blades. Then he felt her hands slide around to his front.

Karen grabbed his dangling cock and began playing with it!

Nuzzling her head against his shoulders, she murmured, "Daddy? Daddy? What are we going to do?"

"About what?"

The feel of her soft, warm little hand on his cock was having predictable results. Despite his inner revulsion, fear, and surprise, his prick was getting hard under her gentle ministrations. She was fondling his hairy balls with one hand and slowly jerking his cock with the other.

"Us. We've grown so far apart," she explained haltingly while fondling his stiffening cock, and toying with his hairy balls. She enjoyed nuzzling up to him. He felt all warm and comfy. She kissed his shoulders and pressed her titties hard against his naked back.

"I love you, Daddy," she murmured, pulling at his cock. "I want you to love me-with this!" she added suggestively.

He quickly downed his drink and shuddered. He felt lightheaded and giddy. He'd taken aboard more liquor in the past hour or so than he usually drank in a week. It was having its effect. He was loaded. He was warm all over. His speech was slurred. His mind wasn't functioning sharply. He was in a daze. An alcoholic daze. He was vaguely aware of the situation~ Her playing with his cock was having a predictable effect. It was getting big and stiff.

He shook his head as her words filtered through his tortured mind.

"Hell, Karen," he mumbled, "I can't make love to you.

"Why not?"

"Jesus Christ! Suppose I knock you up? My own kid? Hah!"

"Don't be silly, Daddy. That won't happen. I'm on the pill. It's also my

safe period." She renewed her efforts on his cock.

Calling on his last amount of common sense, he swung around. He gulped as her nude beauty came into focus. He glared. Holding her by the shoulders, he muttered, choosing his words carefully, yet stumbling over them as the alcohol he'd absorbed had an adverse effect on his tongue.

His tongue seemed like it weighed a ton.

"Please leave, Karen. Please? This is crazy. I know how you feel about Alice. I know it's rough for kids to have a stepmother. We'll work something out. We'll get together with Alice and have a long talk. But for now-please get out, before I do something I'll regret the rest of my life." He mumbled the words and tried not to look at her nakedness. He pointed toward the door. "Please go!"

A tight smile flitted across her pretty face when she noticed his condition and heard his slurred words. Instead of leaving the room as he'd ordered, she moved forward and melted into his warm embrace. She could feel his enormous prick against her naked belly. She pressed her petite titties against his hairy chest. She turned her big, brown eyes upward and stared.

"I love you, Daddy. You said you wanted to straighten me out about things. Like boys' and girls' things." With each word, she subtly moved backward, holding him around the waist and drawing him along with her.

"You already know more'n I can teach you," he mumbled.

"I know about boys," she corrected. "But not much about real love. Those high-school boys act like they're scared to death. I need a real man to teach me the real facts."

She felt her legs touching the mattress. She halted, then threw her arms about his neck and drew his face down for a kiss. While kissing him, she lowered herself to the bed.

Jim kissed his daughter. His mind boggled. He began losing all sense of time and place. Passion and lust built up in him. The knowledge that this was his own daughter, naked in his arms, receded to a far corner of his mind. He felt his prick bouncing around, hard and stiff, anxious for a hole to crawl into.

His vision became fuzzy. He had a beautiful girl in his arms. A tender, soft morsel of femininity. A pretty face. Pouty lips. Soft brown eyes. Long brown hair. She was under him on the bed.