Dennis Carlisle - Family affair

Taking a last look in the mirror, he was pleased to see how his cock made a really enormous and prominent bulge in the tight pants he had decided to wear. It was exactly what he had in mind. Returning to the living room, he sat down on the couch, squeezing right between Sharon and Debbie. Gail came back from the kitchen with some ice cubes and soda and she poured them all a drink.

Bret noticed how surprised she seemed to find him sitting there, right next to her two friends. But if she found his presence unusual, she didn't say anything. Rather, she looked at him with something akin to curious interest, sitting down in the club chair not far from the couch.

Bret felt uncomfortable. He hadn't been around teenage girls in years and he didn't know what to say. Finally, he chose the weather, innocent enough as he asked, "Hot enough for you?"

Sharon and Debbie giggled.

"I'll put on the air conditioner, if you like," he volunteered with a smile.

"No, we're fine," Sharon spoke up.

"Well, I'm still pretty warm," and Bret pointed to his bare chest as if that was explanation enough.

Spreading his legs slightly, he touched against the two girls who sat on either side him. They were both wearing micro-mini skirts and his thighs rubbed up against their bare legs as he leaned back against the couch, watching both of them out of the corner of his eye.

Bret could feel himself getting more and more worked up. He had never done anything faintly erotic with his daughter and the idea of having sex with her and her two friends seemed almost too wild to comprehend, to believe that it might even be possible.

Had he known about Gail's feelings, especially since she had seen him being sucked off by her mother, Bret would certainly have felt differently, but he was as ignorant of her desire for him as she was of his hopes of getting between her legs.

Nevertheless, he kept picturing what it might be like to carry on with all three youngsters and the idea of having them, all at once and all together, was so staggering and exciting that his cock kept throbbing, twitching as it hung down against one thigh.

"Where's Mother?" Gail asked, her eyes riveted between her father's legs, glued to the prominent thick bulge in his pants.

Bret caught her staring, wondering what she was up to. She had never been so daring, so brazen as right at this moment, almost as if she was reading his mind. "She went to get her hair done," he replied. "She won't be back for hours, not until this evening."

"And you're all alone," Sharon said, clicking her tongue.

"All by your lonesome," Debbie agreed, her tits bouncing up and down.

Bret didn't know what to make of it. He wondered if his daughter had planned this all in advance, if she intended to do exactly what he most desired.

"That's right," he told them and they suddenly got quiet. "It's just the four of us and no one else." He got slowly to his feet, turned to face Sharon and Debbie, his pecker inches away from their faces. "Just the four of us," he repeated in a stage whisper. "And do you know what I think about when I'm alone? Do you girls have any idea?"

He turned to Gail, who sat in her chair, looking up at him intently, as if she was trying to figure out her father's next move. Moving towards her on his bare feet, he walked languid and cat-like.

"What do you…?" and Gail stopped as Bret drew up in front of her.

"What do I what?" he asked.

"Think about, when you're alone," she stammered, turning red.

"Oh, I think about how you used to sit on my lap when you were a little girl," Bret replied with a laugh. "Want to try it again?"

Hesitantly, Gail got to her feet and her father sat down in the chair. Then, she rested her ass on top of his lap and he immediately put his hands around her waist, holding her against him as he watched her friends, curious to see how they would react.

As for Gail, she pushed down and winced as she felt something long and hard against her bottom. She didn't have to think twice to know what it was. Her father, she realized with a little gasp of shock and pleasure all rolled into one, had a wonderfully enormous hard-on. And right at that moment it was pressing hotly against the crack between the cheeks of her ass.

Bret felt his daughter's warm ripe body sitting on top of him and his cock began to burn with a fierceness that soon grew uncomfortable. It was struggling to get out of his pants and as they all sat there, strangely silent, he moved his hands higher up along her chest, edging closer to the two round mounds of her tits.

Then, throwing all caution to the wind and hoping that he wasn't making a mistake, Bret took hold of one of Gail's hands, spread his legs apart and pressed it down right against the rounded bulge in front of his. She stiffened against him and he whispered in her ear, "See how excited I can get?"

At first, all he heard was the stereo.

There was an incredibly deadening silence in the room, punctuated only by his heavy breathing. But then, Gail began to show her true colors. Her fingers had not moved away from the bulge of her father's hard rampant cock, even when he dropped his hand onto her lap.

Rather, she kept her fingers in place, edging off of him so that they sat squeezed together on the chair, side by side. Slowly and tentatively she moved her hand about, feeling, kneading, judging the very shape and thickness, the size of her father's huge virile organ.

Bret was breathing deeply, and he spread his legs wider apart, hearing his heart beating wildly as his daughter pressed her lush woman's body against him, feeling him up at the same time.

"That's a joke, isn't it?" she asked with a laugh, looking up at him. "I mean, it's not real, is it?"

"Oh, its very real. A hundred per cent meat," Bret told her, laughing self-consciously at the crudeness of his joke. He wondered what Gail's friends were thinking, for they hadn't said a single word all the time that he had been sitting next to his daughter.

"Daddy, you're just incredible!" Gail said with admiration welling up in her voice. "You're almost as big as Paolo and shit, he's hung like a fucking horse!"

Although he was instantly shocked to know that Gail wasn't the innocent little girl he had always imagined her to be, Bret now saw that he could get his way and have anything he wanted from her. Perhaps it was the admiration in her voice, perhaps her honesty or the way she played and fondled with his bulging hard-on, but whatever it was, Bret suddenly lost all sense of decency or control.

He lunged sideways, throwing himself down against her, grinding his body on top of her as his hands grappled for her tits, pulling them hard as he tried to unbutton her blouse.

Gail, not surprisingly, offered little if any resistance. She seemed to look over her shoulder at her friends, before turning back to her father. Then, Bret felt her arms encircling his back as he leaned against her, unbuttoning her blouse with fumbling, wildly excited fingers, groping madly for her lush swelling tits.

He thrust one hand inside her blouse and felt one of her boobs, firm and round, covered by nothing, nothing at all. And as he squeezed her ripe heavy breast, he began to pant. The very touch of her body sent back charges of electricity through his fingertips. He had hungered about Gail for so very long and now he wasn't about to let her slip through his fingers.

"The girls were hoping you'd try something," she whispered to him. "They… they always thought you were really sexy and they really freak out on big meat."

Her giggles filled his ears and the blood rushed to Bret's head, making him giddy, heady, filled with delight and sensuous abandon. He reached behind Gail as she leaned forward, deftly helping her slip her arms out of her blouse. Then, he lowered the blouse right off, throwing it onto the floor.