Grace Wilkinson - The family pet

"Georgia!" he gasped, no longer able to control himself. Her thumb passed over the eye of his penis, rubbing off the seepage of pre-ejaculate that had appeared there. He glanced at Karen, but she had her head down and was twirling the lettuce on her plate. Apparently the child had noticed nothing. Howard signaled to his wife vigorously with his eyes, but to no avail. Again and again she pretended not to notice him.

"Georgia," he finally rasped in a low voice, "what on earth are you doing?"

But his wife only giggled. Finally he managed to summon the strength of character to pull her hand away. He crossed his legs just as there was a pronounced scratching at the kitchen door.

"It's that Goddamned dog again," he said somewhat crossly, really peeved at his sexual frustration. He looked at his gorgeous teen daughter again and his penis gave a heart-stopping jerk.

"Oh, that's right," Georgia said, getting up from the table and throwing down her napkin. "I'd better set a little something out for him until I can get my coat and the keys to the car."

"Keys to the car? Where are you going?"

Georgia opened the door and Wolf came inside and settled with a slump to the tiles. He was intelligent enough not to misbehave when a gentleman was present; he had been extremely well-trained.

"I'm taking him to the animal shelter," said Georgia, closing the door again. Then she went to the refrigerator and began preparing her furry lover a little something.

Howard considered that. He reached down with one hand under the table and, face flaming, struggled to put his penis back inside his pants and shorts. Then he zipped himself up, uncomfortably aware of the loud whirl of the metallic teeth meshing. "Probably make a good watchdog," he grunted after a moment's hesitation.

"Nevertheless, we shall see what we shall see," said Georgia. And she left the room to get her things as if she were actually going for a drive. Howard watched her walk off, just a trace puzzled. She smoothed her hands over her sexily swaying hips and then was gone up the stairs.

After Georgia had left with Wolf, Howard coughed several times as he wondered what to say to his beautiful daughter across the dinner table. He felt as nervous as a boy on a first date. It was somewhat unusual for them to be left alone together in the house with Georgia gone. His wife had never been one for going out in the evening by herself.

"Dinner okay?" he asked after a bit.

Karen stood up and seemed to stretch and yawn, bending her long, slender arms at the elbows and bringing her small fists to her mouth. "Yes, it was nice, Daddy." Her ripely budding breasts seemed to leap out at his face from under the woolly cashmere light blue sweater which perfectly matched her coloring. Her sweater appeared to have accidentally opened a button so that now her cleavage was really startling. The swelling hillocks of her healthy young breasts were of such creamy smooth flesh that it was all he could do to keep himself for reaching out for them.

"Golly," she breathed. "I just feel so lazy. Maybe we'll just put on some music." And with that she jounced into the living room, her long platinum curls bouncing around her back, her surprisingly mature buttocks wiggling in a sensual enticement.

Howard couldn't keep his eyes off her now. His penis had remained huge and hard, and was currently throbbing as if it were filled with gunpowder and about to be detonated. He pushed back his chair and staggered to his feet, wiping his lips clumsily with his napkin and dropping it to the dinner table. He moved off after her as if he were hypnotized.

Karen was putting a half dozen records on the stereo, and in another moment it started rocking to Crocodile Rock and several other standards of the afternoon teenage dance shows on television.

Howard felt his blood boil as she started dancing with that lascivious, abandoned rhythm so common among kids these days. Christ! There was almost a wantonness about the dance's movements. Frequently he had gotten an erection while watching one of those shows on television where pertly-breasted and fresh-looking long-haired teenagers danced their guts and bodies out. And now Karen, his very own daughter, was doing all of their gyrations, her beautiful young breasts bobbing, her hourglass hips shaking from side to side, her long platinum blonde hair flying around!

She raised her arms and pursed her lips sexily. As her lovely long arms moved up and back, her breasts bounced that much more and her hips swayed titillatingly in time to the raucous, primitive music.

"Karen," he gulped. "My-my dear… you…"

Suddenly it seemed as if yet another one of the buttons on her sweater had come open, revealing yet another gorgeously tantalizing expanse of soft warm flesh. Howard was amazed to be able to glimpse one of the large strawberry crests on her breasts, for the already low-cut sweater had come open that much.

He loosened his necktie, the sweat pouring out on his forehead. His tremendous erection was sticking up pointedly in his pants, and he was at a total loss as to what to do. Should he dance with her, or tell her to stop or what?

Karen interferred with his confused thoughts by saying suddenly, "Don't you think I have nice titties, Daddy?" She emphasized her question by cupping her sensually swaying mounds in her hands.

Howard gasped and snorted. He looked around as if expecting to see Georgia come in any minute. "Well-I, that is – look here, young lady, you'd better behave – and, ah, and get yourself back together…"

But Karen only laughed deliciously, sensing her impending triumph. Her mother had coached her in exactly what to say, and although a lot of it was words she had always been taught to think were naughty, she was prepared to go through with it.

Suddenly she danced and swayed closer to her father, humming through the music. The next button on her brassiereless sweater fell away right on cue, and now both of her breasts were in fairly plain view right down to their nipples. "Daddy," she murmured huskily, reaching down to grab the point where his cock was sticking out a mile. "If a girl can't show her own father her breasts, then who can she show them to?" Then she blinked as if pleasantly surprised. "Why, Daddy, your prick is all hard! You wanted to see my titties! You want to touch them! Say you do!"

"Well, I…" He glanced at her firmly upthrust breasts out of the corner of his eye, nervously wetting his lips with his tongue. This was a dirty middle-aged man's dream come true. Karen had such glorious young breasts with those oversized nipples that no man could help but want to suck on them. Then, before he knew what was happening she was tattooing the back of his neck with her fingernails and drawing his head down, down, down… until the magnetic attraction between his lips and the nipples of her left breast could no longer be fought…

"Oooooooh, Daddy," she whistled ecstatically as his mouth drew in her distended nipple and as much of the surrounding breast flesh as he could get, sucking ravenously like a baby who hadn't eaten in days. "Oooooooooh, Daddy darling," she sighed, her eyes rolling upward, her hand reaching down for the elongated bulge of his fully erect cock again. "You're sucking on my titties like you've wanted to do for a vereeeeee long time. Arrgggghhhhhooooooooo darling…"

Karen had never had anyone's lips fastened on her sensitive mounds of flesh before, and as her father sucked hungrily, his hand came up to grip her other breast, squeezing it and twisting it. She groaned and panted for air. Who would have thought that a man playing with her breasts like this would have such a wild effect on her? Her virginal little cunt was flowing in heated anticipation, soaking her pussy-hair.

As for Howard, he felt delirious. He had never seen such firmly magnificent breasts before, and the fact that they belonged to his own precocious thirteen year old daughter made them all the more exciting. He sucked, mouthed, nibbled and licked ravenously. Her large hard nipple was batted about by his tongue and then nibbled thrillingly with his teeth. Karen squeezed the bulge in his pants lasciviously and moaned, her beautiful head lying back in wantonness, her shining white hair lying all the way down to the top of her curvaceous buttocks.