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As I sit languishing in jail, I often have time to reflect on how I came to be here. And when I think back to those events it is now through a haze of bittersweet reflection that I remember. I ache with a body wide itch that inhabits the layers beneath my skin, and the marrow in my bones, to be free of this jail cell and the sentence which confines me here. But along with the pain, I would be lying if I weren’t to tell you that the events which put me in jail, also gave me most intense head-to-toe rush of being alive that I have ever felt…maybe ever will feel. Would I do it again? Yes and no…life is never so black and white. But now that it’s done, I can say that I will cherish the sweetness of the experience till my dying days.
I was in my study at about 10:15 one week night. I am an architect and have cultivated the habit of working after dinner, after the kids have gone to bed. My wife Susan and I have two children, Sarah who is sixteen, and Max, who came along much later as an afterthought, and is only eight years old. Susan and I have been married now for twenty-one years, most of them good one’s, although in the last few years we have gone through another rocky patch. I guess it’s to be expected, and comes with the territory. I was taught to stick it out and try to make the most of it, and know that in time it will pass. I have a history of depression. It tends to throw my work into a bit of a funk, as well as my family life. I struggle to keep up with my work commitments during these periods, and it means that other things tend to fall by the wayside. Susan has found this very hard, as she feels ignored, and alone in the marriage, and sometimes wondering I guess why she ended up with a guy who is not as robust as she is? I guess so many women still have hero worship as the basis of their love for their men. It’s just that slowly they realize that in many ways they are somehow stronger than the men they love. It’s a hard lesson.
Susan has started to take prescription sleeping tablets. Some nights when I’m blue I often immerse myself in my work…try at least. Susan has tried repeatedly to crack my shell when I’m blue, but has given up in frustration. She wants to know why I am this way, and to understand it. I just want an antidote. It has left her bitter and sad. She copes now by taking sleeping pills to knock her out so she doesn’t have to lie awake ruminating about it. And I work alone in the study trying to squeeze out ideas from my tired brain, and trying to forget the nagging voice which reminds me that our marriage is suffering because of my weakness.
It was one on of these nights that I was sketching at my desk in the study. It is down one end of our house away from the bedrooms. The garage is close by, and I heard Sarah come in to the driveway and pull up outside the garage. I listen for her as she has only been driving for six months. I hear the door slam in what sounds like anger in action. Sarah comes into the house more quietly and moves past my door in a blur….
“Sarah…”
She stops two or three strides past my door in the hallway, then back tracks to the edge of the door frame. She is standing side on so I can only see her ear and the back of her head. The front of her face is blocked by the door frame.
“What dad?”
“What’s the matter? You slammed the car door like you were angry. Are you OK?”
“I’m fine!” She starts to walk again.
“Sarah!”
She stops a few steps down the hall again. Now I get up from my desk and move around it towards the study door.
“Sarah…come in here please.” My voice is pleading.
She comes back and stands in the doorway facing me. Although her face is shrouded by the light coming from behind her I can tell she is upset. I try to think how I can help. In the last few years she has grown away from me and we don’t often talk. Often when we do it’s in sound-bite size conversations. You love them so much, and yet they shut you out and reject you. Everyone says it’s a teenage phase. Sometimes I worry that it may be more permanent. That as well as Susan starting to despise me, Sarah is as well.
“Sarah…” I sit down on my couch in the study. “What is it?”
“Dad it’s nice of you to be concerned…but it’s really nothing to worry about.” She’s still in the doorway.
“Your face tells me that it is something to worry about. You’re obviously upset by it.”
“So…what are you going to do about it?!”
Ouch…that hurt. Yes what can I do? Susan has made me aware on several occasions how impotent I am at being able to fix a woman’s hurt feelings.
“I don’t know…maybe if you can tell me I can help…” I don’t sound confident.
She may not be confident I can help…but she comes over to the couch anyway and sits down at one end opposite to me.
“It’s Craig…” Craig is the latest man on Sarah’s scene. In the last six months she’s been dating more.
“We’re fighting…” I can see a tear in the corner of one eye.
“Oh…can I ask what about?”
“No…you can’t help…and besides… it’s between he and I.”
“Sarah…I know you are getting older and becoming an adult…and you can handle most things on your own…but you can still talk to your mother and I if you are upset about something.”
“Thanks Dad…maybe I’ll talk to Mum about it…tomorrow.”
“Oh….OK honey…if that’s what you want.”
I thought we were through. That’s when I noticed Sarah’s bra-strap. It was a shoestring strap which came up her chest and looped around the back of her neck. It was black. She was wearing a tight short sleeved t-shirt which had a low cut neckline. The t-shirt was tight over her C-D cup breasts and remained tight all the way down her firm flat stomach. She had a pair of tight blue jeans on. I don’t know what it was about that bra-strap…but on seeing it something fundamentally shifted.
I’d never thought of Sarah in a sexual way….no hang on that’s a lie. I did masturbate one holiday when I saw Sarah in a bikini when she was fourteen and had just started to blossom. But I felt so bad for weeks afterwards, about thinking about her in that way. And after that I went back to just thinking about her as my little girl, who I was there to protect.
But now…I followed the bra-strap from the back of her neck down her chest towards where it disappeared under her shirt and was holding those magnificent breasts in check from gravity. Hang on…I shouldn’t be thinking like this. But in an instant my impression of Sarah had shifted. I was looking at her and seeing her as a fully sexual woman…not my daughter…just another human being…who from an objective point of view was very sexy.
“Dad…why are you looking at me like that?”
Fuck! She’s caught me! Fuck! What kind of a Dad am I?
“I was just thinking about your situation…” I stammered.
“No you weren’t…You…you were staring at my breasts!”
Fuck! Now I am really caught. How do I extract myself out of this one? Fucking teenagers are so sharp sometimes. Nothing slips by them.
“Umm…” I saw the bra strap again.
“Dad!”
“Umm….sorry…I…ummm…” I took a punt…maybe a little bit of the truth would help set me free.
“Umm…something about your bra strap caught my eye. Sorry.”
“My bra strap?...” She ran the fingers of one hand along it.
“Oh….” Her face changed. Something must have changed in the way she thought about me. She probably just thought I’m another prick male that perv’s on her. Oh great!
“Do you think I’m attractive Dad?” she asked in a hesitant voice. She giggled.
“Yes honey! “ I blurt out. “ You’re beautiful!”
“Dad!” She stands up quickly from the couch in front of me and firmly plants both hands on her hips, and purses her lips together.
“I don’t want a stock standard answer. Look at me properly! Do you think I am attractive as a woman?...”
For some reason I listen to her and just let my eyes behold her in front of me. I look at her eyes pleading with mine to provide her with some kind of answer. What is she looking for me to say to her? I stop thinking for a moment and just look. And it happens again. The bra-strap catches my attention once more. I look at her face, the curve of her neck going down to her ample bosom. The way the bottom of her breasts curve back in toward her stomach, and how this flows down onto her hips. I never thought about what a beautiful small box Sarah had, but now staring into the crotch of her jeans which is at my eye level, I begin to wonder what delicate little treasure lies beneath those jeans and panties.
When my wife and I make love, her snatch no longer grips me the way it used to. The urgency and lust she once had that was transmitted somehow magically to her vaginal muscles has now faded. I guess I am the same. The hardness I once had…still there…but not to the same degree. I begin to daydream about the firmness and freshness of Sarah’s pussy. Untouched by the trauma of childbirth, and the years of fatigue that comes as an adult. What would Sarah’s smell be like? I keep looking at her pussy and her thighs, outlined by her tight jeans. I realize someone will be lucky to play around with Sarah.
I am jolted back to reality!
“So now you’ve had such a good look…what do you think?”
“Umm….”
“So why doesn’t Craig want to get his hands on ME?!!” She starts to tear up as she finishes the sentence. So that what this is really all about! She is worried she is not beautiful enough and something Craig has said or done has tapped that anxiety.
I stand up and begin to hug her.
She starts to cry and talk at the same time.
“He doesn’t want to sleep with me…what have I done wrong?”
I am standing there with my arms around her. Her forehead is at my nose level. Her breasts push in and out of my chest as her breath comes fitfully between sobs. Her lithe body melds nicely against mine.
“Its OK I say.” I am palpably relieved that Craig is not sleeping with Sarah, although for the wrong reasons. I should be happy that Sarah is finding love and happiness for herself, or at least taking the first adult steps to secure such needs for herself. However I find I am somehow jealous that Craig is getting access to the body of my daughter!
“Maybe he comes from a strict family background…”
“NO! His older sister was the school bike,…and I know he’s been with other girls besides me!”
“Do you know that for sure?…or are you just guessing?”
“No…I’m pretty sure as Rebecca told me he’d been with Corrine Thompson for sure.”
Sarah and I were still locked in a hug embrace and my cock had become hard in my pants, and was pointing off to the right. It was sandwiched between my leg and Sarah’s leg, by our hugging each other. Funnily as I thought about it, Sarah noticed it.
“Daddy…” her little girl tone.
She tilted her head up to look at me in the eyes.
“Daddy…you do think I’m attractive!” Still the little girl voice. This time sounding pleased. Like she was when she was five or six and she knew she had done something to make me happy. You would hear the joy bubbling over in her voice.
I pull away as if slapped. This is in-appropriate! I’ve got a raging hard on from my daughter. I’m depressed…my wife and I are having difficulties and now because I’m so sex starved, un-happy, over-tired, unfulfilled….everything!!!…now this to make it all more difficult. How do I get out of this one?
She leans in to hug me again and she pulls me against her so once more my cock is squashed against my leg and her thigh. She nuzzles her head into my chest. I look down and see the bra-strap winding its way up one side of her neck, over and down the other side. I’m gone. If there was one moment between the old me, and the me that now sits in jail…this was it.
I grab the bottom of her t-shirt and pull it. Sarah is caught un-awares. She’s been nuzzling my chest and by the time I’ve yanked it up and she’s realized what’s happening she has both her arms high in the air and the t-shirt is at her wrists. I pull it all the way and drop it to the floor. No sooner are my hands free than they seize her big breasts from the front, my palms covering their entire area. I squeeze. Ohhhh…the firm delight. I see the bra-strap now which curves down in a line from the back of her neck to each breast. The bra is see through lace and looks maybe a size too small for Sarah’s generous bosom…so that each globe is almost spilling out of the cup. I can feel the small nipples are hard underneath my hands. I squeeze again. I am rigid from head to toe with….fear…and LUST! What am I doing?! I squeeze more and this time close my eyes and try to kiss Sarah on the mouth. I do so and just as I open my mouth to dart my tongue into hers she pulls away…
“Dad…stop it….what are you doing?!!” Sarah has recovered enough from the shock of having her t-shirt forcefully removed, and then her breasts squeezed to stammer this out.
“Craig is a fool!......Oh God Sarah I’m sorry!”
No I’m not.
I’m just sorry she has said no.
So now I feel I have to apologise…otherwise I’m fucked!
I don’t have the balls anymore to say “YEAH I started this and I wanted it, and I know its wrong but I just wanted it so badly to erase all the pain and shit in my life…if only for a while!” And how was me sexually caressing Sarah going to make her feel better about Craig’s reluctance? God I’m a fool sometimes!
“Dad…we can’t.” This time more gently. My hands are still on her tits. I don’t know whether I’m squeezing or not. I see the bra-strap…
“Dad….”
“I know…I know…”
I kiss her on the mouth. This time forcefully and I open my mouth and insert my tongue into hers. It is a kiss that does not ask for permission, nor invite denial. I begin to bite gently Sarah’s bottom lip, and then cover her lips again with both of my own. I open my mouth and run my tongue along Sarah’s lips. Her mouth starts to respond and she opens her lips and allows me to begin to swirl my tongue around with hers. Our mouths are wet and sticky with saliva. Sarah tastes great. I am a teenager again feeling the joy of someone who WANTS to kiss me!
I’m kidding myself. I am forcing myself on my teenage daughter. She doesn’t want me! This is forceful incest!….I pull away. I’m a bag of contradictions. I want Sarah and yet I’m plagued by doubt and guilt.
“Dad….we can’t” she says in a sleepy dreamlike voice.
She’s overcome by hormones. I don’t have as many running around my body any more as she does, so I can think a little more clearly, and although my mind somewhere is saying this is all wrong…I am still tangled up with her body. I withdraw my hands off her tits. Someone has shut off the lights in my brain. It’s all dark again, back to my miserable world of reality…
“Sarah…I’m sorry sweetie…” I’m mumbling…looking down at my feet. I fall backward to sit on the couch.
“Sarah…I’m sorry.” I am looking at her belly button as I say it. She stands towering over me…with her face looking down at me.
“I don’t know what to say…” she says. “I never knew you lusted after me. I always just thought you barely knew that I was becoming a woman. I thought you didn’t think I am pretty! But I can see by your body that you do. It’s OK…I understand that men lose control sometimes. I won’t tell.”
She sneakily leans in towards me and cradles my head in her hands. My face is now about an inch from her belly. FUCK! I can smell her pussy. Through her jeans and panties its sweet tangy odour assaults my nostrils. FUCK!!!!!! That is shear heaven…what is she saying to me????
“It’s OK Dad….I promise this will be our secret.”
Ah fuck! Another dream fantasy that will just never come true! Maybe it’s for the best. But why is it that I am tortured all my life by a rich fantasy life which never seems to get translated into reality. My head is near Sarah’s belly still. Her smell is all through my brain.
“I don’t know why Craig doesn’t want you” I say.
She pushes my head back from her belly as I mention his name. She’s been stung by being reminded of her rejection.
“He’s a FOOL” I hiss.
As I say this lean forward and kiss her lightly just an inch below the belly button. Just as a way of saying sorry, and wanting to make her feel better about her rejection. The high tide of my lust seems to have receded, Sarah’s anger at my comment pushing my lust into the background. I kiss her lightly on the belly, smell her sweet pungent scent and get ready to shut the door on these amazing moments forever.
When I kiss her belly she flinches and moans softly. I think she was caught off guard and her body responded. She pulls my head with both her hands back to her belly. She smells….divine….
Suddenly my lust is back with full force! I reach around and grab both her ass cheeks through her jeans and pull her stomach towards me. My nose is bent sideways as I kiss her stomach and inhale sharply, filling my nose with her scent. I’m lost! I’m fucked! I’m totally fuckin cactus! I want to blot out all my pain by living in this moment forever and never leaving it safe pleasurable confines. Sarah’s milky smooth skin on her belly is divine and her scent is driving me crazy. I’m kissing in a frenzy now as my hands reach around the front of Sarah’s jeans and undo her belt. I bite her gently at the top of her hip bone. I unfasten her jeans button and yank the zipper downwards. I pull her jeans down and immediately plunge my head into the triangle of panties which covers Sarah’s pussy. Sarah is inhaling softly and running her hands around and around through my hair. I haven’t heard the word no, or stop, but to be honest I am totally focused on her snatch right now. I have lost my rational self. I am purely responding in the moment to what is pleasurable. And the thing that is most pleasurable is centered between my daughter’s legs.
I pull her panties down with both hands. Sarah let out a small cry. In front of me in the half light is a pussy that is waxed on the sides and trimmed to a number 2 or 3 to a nice size triangle covering her mons. I move my face slowly towards her pussy. Her scent fills my entire world now. It is strong and musky and pungent. Delicious!! It draws me in. My pain, my humilities, my mistakes, my pride, my work and community identity. It’s all receded into some far off place. All there is is the scent of my daughters blossoming womanhood. I breathe my hot breath onto the top of Sarah’s labia. This time I hear the sharper intake of breath, followed by a soft moan as she exhales.
I kiss lightly her mons and then move down her labia. This is awkward. I want to spread her legs but I can’t. I man-handle her down onto the couch with me. I get down on my haunches on the floor and pull her jeans and panties from around her ankles. I see the bra-strap winding around her neck…not now! I’ll come back to the bra later. Sarah is sitting on the couch looking at me with puppy dog eyes. She’s frightened. It has all happened so quickly. I understand…but there is no turning back. I put my hands on the inside of her ankles and spread both her legs outwards. Her pussy opens up like a flower and I dive in to taste her fully. I cannot stop! I lick from the bottom of one side of her labia all the way to the top and then down the other side. Then back again up to her clit. I find the small button by gently spreading her inner labia with two fingers. I then move in and breathe into her pussy with my hot breath. I then kiss her clit and then start to suck it lightly. Then I flick my tongue up and down as fast as I can. I used to practice this so I could please Susan…but in recent years I’ve become slack. I hope my technique is pleasing to Sarah. I want to make her come. I want her to want me. I want her to lust for me to ravage her sweet youthful body.
I flick my tongue up and down, until I seem to loose co-ordination and my tongue cramps up. Sarah is leaning back into the couch softly cooing and has both her hands in my hair again running her fingers through it. I lean in and suck her clit like I was trying to slurp up a rod of spaghetti. I can tell by the audible noises Sarah making that she is really starting to enjoy the licking her pussy is getting.
“You smell so sexy” I mumble as I continue eating her juices.
I want her to feel beautiful. She has one hand in my hair, and one has moved up to tweak her nipple through her bra. Her pussy and her smell are filling my entire vision and senses. Her pussy is sooooo beautiful and perfect. Hair nicely trimmed…so pink, and firm, and juicy. God she’s in her prime I think. I now insert a finger into her vagina which makes her arch back and start moaning and breathing harder. I’m slipping my finger into her pussy while sucking on her clit. Before I know what’s happening she is moaning and bucking her hips, and I can feel her pussy squeezing my finger as she bucks and her pussy goes into spasming orgasmic contractions.
“Ohh fuck. Don’t stop!…aaarrghh….ooooo…ooooo”.
I feel an increase in the juices around my mouth as she bucks her pussy against me and her thighs squeeze against my ears. I press my chin firmly into her mons just above her clit, and she pushes back and then slumps into the couch.
Her orgasm is over.
I look up into her flushed face. Her chest is red from flushing and her cheeks are red. She has the slightest sheen of sweat on her brow and cheeks. My goodness…she looks so lovely and beautiful as she is softly illuminated by the lamp from my desk. If only she knew how I felt when I gazed upon her like that.
I don’t know what sexual experience Sarah has had…and I’m not sure I want to. She looked like she was spent and happy…but I wasn’t finished with her yet. There remained the bra-strap. It had to go. I had to see and feel the magic of the firm fleshy mounds that her bra was hiding. I slid my body up hers, keeping my chest in contact with her mons. Her pussy was tender and sensitive no doubt from her orgasm, but she smiled sleepily as I slid my body along her mons.
“Oh daddy….what have we done? Are you OK?”
“I’m fine!” I said. “Better than I’ve been in years!”
I slid my hands around her back and un-hooked her bra. I reached the sides around her and up over her head. I watched as the bra-strap which had wound its way around her neck, leave her body. She was now totally naked on the couch. I was so horny. I looked at Sarah’s breasts. Somewhere between C & D with nice nipples, only a couple of centimeters in diameter. Where did she get the genes for such amazing breasts from? Susan was only a B cup, and hers sagged and had puffy nipples. Sarah’s were perfect for my tastes. I started to suck on her left nipple while twirling the right one between my thumb and forefinger.
“Dad” Sarah whispered.
“Dad”…”We should stop now.
What!
What the fuck!
Women!
Fuck!
I’ve eaten out her pussy and I’m left hanging, and she wants to stop. So many times in my life I had felt powerless in the face of women dictating when, where and if I got anything at all. Which I often didn’t. I’ve never been one of those guys that had an easy time with girls, and had lots of girlfriends or sexual action. I’ve always been awkward with women, but after Susan came along, I kind of forgot about it. But even with her I often felt like I didn’t get enough sex, or the kind of sex I wanted. And I felt powerless in trying to get what I wanted, what I NEEDED to make me happy. I guess somewhere over the years that anger and resentment had built up and been stored somewhere in me. And now it came to the fore.
I didn’t say anything and just kept sucking.
I decided to play dirty.
I pushed my hard on which was now upright in my pants onto Sarah’s mons and continued sucking and twisting her nipples.
I wanted to be inside Sarah! I wanted to pump her pussy with my cock and feel her grip me and ejaculate into her cervix!
“Daddy…” gentle moan.
Good!
It’s starting to work.
If Sarah was anything like her mother, her nipples would be electrically connected to her nether regions, and would get her going again. But much as I was a breast man, and I had to admit that these were the best breasts I had ever laid my hands on…I knew I needed something more. Sarah needed to feel engaged.
I pushed myself up off the couch, stood there and undid my pants, and pulled down my undies. I stepped out of both and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Now we were even. Both naked. I grabbed Sarah’s hand and wrapped it around my cock. I was hoping that my cock would arouse her enough to squash any objections she had to proceeding.
“Just jerk me off to orgasm” I half pleaded. “Then we’ll stop”.
With my hand wrapped around hers I began to get her to wank me just inches from her face. I looked down and could see the glaze in her eyes. I didn’t know whether she was just going along with it, or whether she was enjoying it.
I just want to come all over her I thought. Please….no more objections. I looked at her plump lips. She had her lower lip rolled over her teeth and bitten by her top one. She continued to wank me for a minute or so with my hand there for guidance.
“Daddy…” her tone reluctant.
I removed my hand.
She didn’t remove hers and kept going.
YES!!!!!!
“Daddy…I’m not sure”.
She didn’t say any more…but kept softly jerking me in silence. Our breathing the only sound to fill the room. I didn’t want to say anything or give her the excuse to stop.
She opened her mouth and moved towards the head of my cock. She put the first inch or so into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it.
I started to lose it….
“Ohhh…ohhhh…..ooohhh”
She wasn’t good at oral…but it didn’t matter. It was my beautiful naked daughter on the couch giving me head. And she was enjoying it!!! That was the main thing. Not her technique. Her enjoyment!!! She was pleased and I responded to that. We all do as human beings! Joy begets joy.
I started to come!
At the first spurt she coughed… and gagged… and pulled back.
I sped my hand to my cock and pumped as ropes of semen burst from my cock hitting her chin, and then mostly landing on her chest.
WOW!! What a sight to see my juices on those breasts. I pushed Sarah down onto the couch and began to rub my come all over her tits. It was so gorgeous to massage those huge firm mounds with my come. Instantly her nipples became hard! They were dark red and firm and pointy, and felt so good under my hands. I keep squeezing and rubbing and squeezing and squeezing and massaging. I looked into Sarah’s eyes and ….I saw….LUST!!
I’d done it!!
I was home!!
She wanted me.
Her eyes said it all.
I felt a surge of excitement!!
I lay down on top of her. My cock was down below her pussy. I could feel the heat from her groin. I started to kiss her and she embraced me tightly and we kissed very passionately, swirling our tongues around. We kissed and kissed and kissed. I felt like a teenager again. Where was the tired 46 year old body I was used to inhabiting? My body was singing and on fire with joy!
I kept kissing Sarah and she kept kissing back. I could hear our breathing deepen in unison. Our intake of breath becoming sharper.
Sarah pushed on both my shoulders with her hands, and broke us apart.
She looked up at me with a look of concerned sincerity, her forehead slightly wrinkled.
“I want you inside me…” she whispered.
“Oh Sarah….”I whispered back.
I moved my hand down to my cock. It was rock hard. I could feel the head near the entrance to Sarah’s vagina. I rub it up and down just at the entrance to her pussy. She bites her bottom lip again.
“Mmmmmm” she coos.
I take my hand away from my cock, and drop the full length of my body onto Sarah’s. I feel the mound of her tits against my chest. I reach up with my right hand, grab her right breast and squeeze. I love it!! SarahTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
As I sit languishing in jail, I often have time to reflect on how I came to be here. And when I think back to those events it is now through a haze of bittersweet reflection that I remember. I ache with a body wide itch that inhabits the layers beneath my skin, and the marrow in my bones, to be free of this jail cell and the sentence which confines me here. But along with the pain, I would be lying if I weren’t to tell you that the events which put me in jail, also gave me most intense head-to-toe rush of being alive that I have ever felt…maybe ever will feel. Would I do it again? Yes and no…life is never so black and white. But now that it’s done, I can say that I will cherish the sweetness of the experience till my dying days.
I was in my study at about 10:15 one week night. I am an architect and have cultivated the habit of working after dinner, after the kids have gone to bed. My wife Susan and I have two children, Sarah who is sixteen, and Max, who came along much later as an afterthought, and is only eight years old. Susan and I have been married now for twenty-one years, most of them good one’s, although in the last few years we have gone through another rocky patch. I guess it’s to be expected, and comes with the territory. I was taught to stick it out and try to make the most of it, and know that in time it will pass. I have a history of depression. It tends to throw my work into a bit of a funk, as well as my family life. I struggle to keep up with my work commitments during these periods, and it means that other things tend to fall by the wayside. Susan has found this very hard, as she feels ignored, and alone in the marriage, and sometimes wondering I guess why she ended up with a guy who is not as robust as she is? I guess so many women still have hero worship as the basis of their love for their men. It’s just that slowly they realize that in many ways they are somehow stronger than the men they love. It’s a hard lesson.
Susan has started to take prescription sleeping tablets. Some nights when I’m blue I often immerse myself in my work…try at least. Susan has tried repeatedly to crack my shell when I’m blue, but has given up in frustration. She wants to know why I am this way, and to understand it. I just want an antidote. It has left her bitter and sad. She copes now by taking sleeping pills to knock her out so she doesn’t have to lie awake ruminating about it. And I work alone in the study trying to squeeze out ideas from my tired brain, and trying to forget the nagging voice which reminds me that our marriage is suffering because of my weakness.
It was one on of these nights that I was sketching at my desk in the study. It is down one end of our house away from the bedrooms. The garage is close by, and I heard Sarah come in to the driveway and pull up outside the garage. I listen for her as she has only been driving for six months. I hear the door slam in what sounds like anger in action. Sarah comes into the house more quietly and moves past my door in a blur….
“Sarah…”
She stops two or three strides past my door in the hallway, then back tracks to the edge of the door frame. She is standing side on so I can only see her ear and the back of her head. The front of her face is blocked by the door frame.
“What dad?”
“What’s the matter? You slammed the car door like you were angry. Are you OK?”
“I’m fine!” She starts to walk again.
“Sarah!”
She stops a few steps down the hall again. Now I get up from my desk and move around it towards the study door.
“Sarah…come in here please.” My voice is pleading.
She comes back and stands in the doorway facing me. Although her face is shrouded by the light coming from behind her I can tell she is upset. I try to think how I can help. In the last few years she has grown away from me and we don’t often talk. Often when we do it’s in sound-bite size conversations. You love them so much, and yet they shut you out and reject you. Everyone says it’s a teenage phase. Sometimes I worry that it may be more permanent. That as well as Susan starting to despise me, Sarah is as well.
“Sarah…” I sit down on my couch in the study. “What is it?”
“Dad it’s nice of you to be concerned…but it’s really nothing to worry about.” She’s still in the doorway.
“Your face tells me that it is something to worry about. You’re obviously upset by it.”
“So…what are you going to do about it?!”
Ouch…that hurt. Yes what can I do? Susan has made me aware on several occasions how impotent I am at being able to fix a woman’s hurt feelings.
“I don’t know…maybe if you can tell me I can help…” I don’t sound confident.
She may not be confident I can help…but she comes over to the couch anyway and sits down at one end opposite to me.
“It’s Craig…” Craig is the latest man on Sarah’s scene. In the last six months she’s been dating more.
“We’re fighting…” I can see a tear in the corner of one eye.
“Oh…can I ask what about?”
“No…you can’t help…and besides… it’s between he and I.”
“Sarah…I know you are getting older and becoming an adult…and you can handle most things on your own…but you can still talk to your mother and I if you are upset about something.”
“Thanks Dad…maybe I’ll talk to Mum about it…tomorrow.”
“Oh….OK honey…if that’s what you want.”
I thought we were through. That’s when I noticed Sarah’s bra-strap. It was a shoestring strap which came up her chest and looped around the back of her neck. It was black. She was wearing a tight short sleeved t-shirt which had a low cut neckline. The t-shirt was tight over her C-D cup breasts and remained tight all the way down her firm flat stomach. She had a pair of tight blue jeans on. I don’t know what it was about that bra-strap…but on seeing it something fundamentally shifted.
I’d never thought of Sarah in a sexual way….no hang on that’s a lie. I did masturbate one holiday when I saw Sarah in a bikini when she was fourteen and had just started to blossom. But I felt so bad for weeks afterwards, about thinking about her in that way. And after that I went back to just thinking about her as my little girl, who I was there to protect.
But now…I followed the bra-strap from the back of her neck down her chest towards where it disappeared under her shirt and was holding those magnificent breasts in check from gravity. Hang on…I shouldn’t be thinking like this. But in an instant my impression of Sarah had shifted. I was looking at her and seeing her as a fully sexual woman…not my daughter…just another human being…who from an objective point of view was very sexy.
“Dad…why are you looking at me like that?”
Fuck! She’s caught me! Fuck! What kind of a Dad am I?
“I was just thinking about your situation…” I stammered.
“No you weren’t…You…you were staring at my breasts!”
Fuck! Now I am really caught. How do I extract myself out of this one? Fucking teenagers are so sharp sometimes. Nothing slips by them.
“Umm…” I saw the bra strap again.
“Dad!”
“Umm….sorry…I…ummm…” I took a punt…maybe a little bit of the truth would help set me free.
“Umm…something about your bra strap caught my eye. Sorry.”
“My bra strap?...” She ran the fingers of one hand along it.
“Oh….” Her face changed. Something must have changed in the way she thought about me. She probably just thought I’m another prick male that perv’s on her. Oh great!
“Do you think I’m attractive Dad?” she asked in a hesitant voice. She giggled.
“Yes honey! “ I blurt out. “ You’re beautiful!”
“Dad!” She stands up quickly from the couch in front of me and firmly plants both hands on her hips, and purses her lips together.
“I don’t want a stock standard answer. Look at me properly! Do you think I am attractive as a woman?...”
For some reason I listen to her and just let my eyes behold her in front of me. I look at her eyes pleading with mine to provide her with some kind of answer. What is she looking for me to say to her? I stop thinking for a moment and just look. And it happens again. The bra-strap catches my attention once more. I look at her face, the curve of her neck going down to her ample bosom. The way the bottom of her breasts curve back in toward her stomach, and how this flows down onto her hips. I never thought about what a beautiful small box Sarah had, but now staring into the crotch of her jeans which is at my eye level, I begin to wonder what delicate little treasure lies beneath those jeans and panties.
When my wife and I make love, her snatch no longer grips me the way it used to. The urgency and lust she once had that was transmitted somehow magically to her vaginal muscles has now faded. I guess I am the same. The hardness I once had…still there…but not to the same degree. I begin to daydream about the firmness and freshness of Sarah’s pussy. Untouched by the trauma of childbirth, and the years of fatigue that comes as an adult. What would Sarah’s smell be like? I keep looking at her pussy and her thighs, outlined by her tight jeans. I realize someone will be lucky to play around with Sarah.
I am jolted back to reality!
“So now you’ve had such a good look…what do you think?”
“Umm….”
“So why doesn’t Craig want to get his hands on ME?!!” She starts to tear up as she finishes the sentence. So that what this is really all about! She is worried she is not beautiful enough and something Craig has said or done has tapped that anxiety.
I stand up and begin to hug her.
She starts to cry and talk at the same time.
“He doesn’t want to sleep with me…what have I done wrong?”
I am standing there with my arms around her. Her forehead is at my nose level. Her breasts push in and out of my chest as her breath comes fitfully between sobs. Her lithe body melds nicely against mine.
“Its OK I say.” I am palpably relieved that Craig is not sleeping with Sarah, although for the wrong reasons. I should be happy that Sarah is finding love and happiness for herself, or at least taking the first adult steps to secure such needs for herself. However I find I am somehow jealous that Craig is getting access to the body of my daughter!
“Maybe he comes from a strict family background…”
“NO! His older sister was the school bike,…and I know he’s been with other girls besides me!”
“Do you know that for sure?…or are you just guessing?”
“No…I’m pretty sure as Rebecca told me he’d been with Corrine Thompson for sure.”
Sarah and I were still locked in a hug embrace and my cock had become hard in my pants, and was pointing off to the right. It was sandwiched between my leg and Sarah’s leg, by our hugging each other. Funnily as I thought about it, Sarah noticed it.
“Daddy…” her little girl tone.
She tilted her head up to look at me in the eyes.
“Daddy…you do think I’m attractive!” Still the little girl voice. This time sounding pleased. Like she was when she was five or six and she knew she had done something to make me happy. You would hear the joy bubbling over in her voice.
I pull away as if slapped. This is in-appropriate! I’ve got a raging hard on from my daughter. I’m depressed…my wife and I are having difficulties and now because I’m so sex starved, un-happy, over-tired, unfulfilled….everything!!!…now this to make it all more difficult. How do I get out of this one?
She leans in to hug me again and she pulls me against her so once more my cock is squashed against my leg and her thigh. She nuzzles her head into my chest. I look down and see the bra-strap winding its way up one side of her neck, over and down the other side. I’m gone. If there was one moment between the old me, and the me that now sits in jail…this was it.
I grab the bottom of her t-shirt and pull it. Sarah is caught un-awares. She’s been nuzzling my chest and by the time I’ve yanked it up and she’s realized what’s happening she has both her arms high in the air and the t-shirt is at her wrists. I pull it all the way and drop it to the floor. No sooner are my hands free than they seize her big breasts from the front, my palms covering their entire area. I squeeze. Ohhhh…the firm delight. I see the bra-strap now which curves down in a line from the back of her neck to each breast. The bra is see through lace and looks maybe a size too small for Sarah’s generous bosom…so that each globe is almost spilling out of the cup. I can feel the small nipples are hard underneath my hands. I squeeze again. I am rigid from head to toe with….fear…and LUST! What am I doing?! I squeeze more and this time close my eyes and try to kiss Sarah on the mouth. I do so and just as I open my mouth to dart my tongue into hers she pulls away…
“Dad…stop it….what are you doing?!!” Sarah has recovered enough from the shock of having her t-shirt forcefully removed, and then her breasts squeezed to stammer this out.
“Craig is a fool!......Oh God Sarah I’m sorry!”
No I’m not.
I’m just sorry she has said no.
So now I feel I have to apologise…otherwise I’m fucked!
I don’t have the balls anymore to say “YEAH I started this and I wanted it, and I know its wrong but I just wanted it so badly to erase all the pain and shit in my life…if only for a while!” And how was me sexually caressing Sarah going to make her feel better about Craig’s reluctance? God I’m a fool sometimes!
“Dad…we can’t.” This time more gently. My hands are still on her tits. I don’t know whether I’m squeezing or not. I see the bra-strap…
“Dad….”
“I know…I know…”
I kiss her on the mouth. This time forcefully and I open my mouth and insert my tongue into hers. It is a kiss that does not ask for permission, nor invite denial. I begin to bite gently Sarah’s bottom lip, and then cover her lips again with both of my own. I open my mouth and run my tongue along Sarah’s lips. Her mouth starts to respond and she opens her lips and allows me to begin to swirl my tongue around with hers. Our mouths are wet and sticky with saliva. Sarah tastes great. I am a teenager again feeling the joy of someone who WANTS to kiss me!
I’m kidding myself. I am forcing myself on my teenage daughter. She doesn’t want me! This is forceful incest!….I pull away. I’m a bag of contradictions. I want Sarah and yet I’m plagued by doubt and guilt.
“Dad….we can’t” she says in a sleepy dreamlike voice.
She’s overcome by hormones. I don’t have as many running around my body any more as she does, so I can think a little more clearly, and although my mind somewhere is saying this is all wrong…I am still tangled up with her body. I withdraw my hands off her tits. Someone has shut off the lights in my brain. It’s all dark again, back to my miserable world of reality…
“Sarah…I’m sorry sweetie…” I’m mumbling…looking down at my feet. I fall backward to sit on the couch.
“Sarah…I’m sorry.” I am looking at her belly button as I say it. She stands towering over me…with her face looking down at me.
“I don’t know what to say…” she says. “I never knew you lusted after me. I always just thought you barely knew that I was becoming a woman. I thought you didn’t think I am pretty! But I can see by your body that you do. It’s OK…I understand that men lose control sometimes. I won’t tell.”
She sneakily leans in towards me and cradles my head in her hands. My face is now about an inch from her belly. FUCK! I can smell her pussy. Through her jeans and panties its sweet tangy odour assaults my nostrils. FUCK!!!!!! That is shear heaven…what is she saying to me????
“It’s OK Dad….I promise this will be our secret.”
Ah fuck! Another dream fantasy that will just never come true! Maybe it’s for the best. But why is it that I am tortured all my life by a rich fantasy life which never seems to get translated into reality. My head is near Sarah’s belly still. Her smell is all through my brain.
“I don’t know why Craig doesn’t want you” I say.
She pushes my head back from her belly as I mention his name. She’s been stung by being reminded of her rejection.
“He’s a FOOL” I hiss.
As I say this lean forward and kiss her lightly just an inch below the belly button. Just as a way of saying sorry, and wanting to make her feel better about her rejection. The high tide of my lust seems to have receded, Sarah’s anger at my comment pushing my lust into the background. I kiss her lightly on the belly, smell her sweet pungent scent and get ready to shut the door on these amazing moments forever.
When I kiss her belly she flinches and moans softly. I think she was caught off guard and her body responded. She pulls my head with both her hands back to her belly. She smells….divine….
Suddenly my lust is back with full force! I reach around and grab both her ass cheeks through her jeans and pull her stomach towards me. My nose is bent sideways as I kiss her stomach and inhale sharply, filling my nose with her scent. I’m lost! I’m fucked! I’m totally fuckin cactus! I want to blot out all my pain by living in this moment forever and never leaving it safe pleasurable confines. Sarah’s milky smooth skin on her belly is divine and her scent is driving me crazy. I’m kissing in a frenzy now as my hands reach around the front of Sarah’s jeans and undo her belt. I bite her gently at the top of her hip bone. I unfasten her jeans button and yank the zipper downwards. I pull her jeans down and immediately plunge my head into the triangle of panties which covers Sarah’s pussy. Sarah is inhaling softly and running her hands around and around through my hair. I haven’t heard the word no, or stop, but to be honest I am totally focused on her snatch right now. I have lost my rational self. I am purely responding in the moment to what is pleasurable. And the thing that is most pleasurable is centered between my daughter’s legs.
I pull her panties down with both hands. Sarah let out a small cry. In front of me in the half light is a pussy that is waxed on the sides and trimmed to a number 2 or 3 to a nice size triangle covering her mons. I move my face slowly towards her pussy. Her scent fills my entire world now. It is strong and musky and pungent. Delicious!! It draws me in. My pain, my humilities, my mistakes, my pride, my work and community identity. It’s all receded into some far off place. All there is is the scent of my daughters blossoming womanhood. I breathe my hot breath onto the top of Sarah’s labia. This time I hear the sharper intake of breath, followed by a soft moan as she exhales.
I kiss lightly her mons and then move down her labia. This is awkward. I want to spread her legs but I can’t. I man-handle her down onto the couch with me. I get down on my haunches on the floor and pull her jeans and panties from around her ankles. I see the bra-strap winding around her neck…not now! I’ll come back to the bra later. Sarah is sitting on the couch looking at me with puppy dog eyes. She’s frightened. It has all happened so quickly. I understand…but there is no turning back. I put my hands on the inside of her ankles and spread both her legs outwards. Her pussy opens up like a flower and I dive in to taste her fully. I cannot stop! I lick from the bottom of one side of her labia all the way to the top and then down the other side. Then back again up to her clit. I find the small button by gently spreading her inner labia with two fingers. I then move in and breathe into her pussy with my hot breath. I then kiss her clit and then start to suck it lightly. Then I flick my tongue up and down as fast as I can. I used to practice this so I could please Susan…but in recent years I’ve become slack. I hope my technique is pleasing to Sarah. I want to make her come. I want her to want me. I want her to lust for me to ravage her sweet youthful body.
I flick my tongue up and down, until I seem to loose co-ordination and my tongue cramps up. Sarah is leaning back into the couch softly cooing and has both her hands in my hair again running her fingers through it. I lean in and suck her clit like I was trying to slurp up a rod of spaghetti. I can tell by the audible noises Sarah making that she is really starting to enjoy the licking her pussy is getting.
“You smell so sexy” I mumble as I continue eating her juices.
I want her to feel beautiful. She has one hand in my hair, and one has moved up to tweak her nipple through her bra. Her pussy and her smell are filling my entire vision and senses. Her pussy is sooooo beautiful and perfect. Hair nicely trimmed…so pink, and firm, and juicy. God she’s in her prime I think. I now insert a finger into her vagina which makes her arch back and start moaning and breathing harder. I’m slipping my finger into her pussy while sucking on her clit. Before I know what’s happening she is moaning and bucking her hips, and I can feel her pussy squeezing my finger as she bucks and her pussy goes into spasming orgasmic contractions.
“Ohh fuck. Don’t stop!…aaarrghh….ooooo…ooooo”.
I feel an increase in the juices around my mouth as she bucks her pussy against me and her thighs squeeze against my ears. I press my chin firmly into her mons just above her clit, and she pushes back and then slumps into the couch.
Her orgasm is over.
I look up into her flushed face. Her chest is red from flushing and her cheeks are red. She has the slightest sheen of sweat on her brow and cheeks. My goodness…she looks so lovely and beautiful as she is softly illuminated by the lamp from my desk. If only she knew how I felt when I gazed upon her like that.
I don’t know what sexual experience Sarah has had…and I’m not sure I want to. She looked like she was spent and happy…but I wasn’t finished with her yet. There remained the bra-strap. It had to go. I had to see and feel the magic of the firm fleshy mounds that her bra was hiding. I slid my body up hers, keeping my chest in contact with her mons. Her pussy was tender and sensitive no doubt from her orgasm, but she smiled sleepily as I slid my body along her mons.
“Oh daddy….what have we done? Are you OK?”
“I’m fine!” I said. “Better than I’ve been in years!”
I slid my hands around her back and un-hooked her bra. I reached the sides around her and up over her head. I watched as the bra-strap which had wound its way around her neck, leave her body. She was now totally naked on the couch. I was so horny. I looked at Sarah’s breasts. Somewhere between C & D with nice nipples, only a couple of centimeters in diameter. Where did she get the genes for such amazing breasts from? Susan was only a B cup, and hers sagged and had puffy nipples. Sarah’s were perfect for my tastes. I started to suck on her left nipple while twirling the right one between my thumb and forefinger.
“Dad” Sarah whispered.
“Dad”…”We should stop now.
What!
What the fuck!
Women!
Fuck!
I’ve eaten out her pussy and I’m left hanging, and she wants to stop. So many times in my life I had felt powerless in the face of women dictating when, where and if I got anything at all. Which I often didn’t. I’ve never been one of those guys that had an easy time with girls, and had lots of girlfriends or sexual action. I’ve always been awkward with women, but after Susan came along, I kind of forgot about it. But even with her I often felt like I didn’t get enough sex, or the kind of sex I wanted. And I felt powerless in trying to get what I wanted, what I NEEDED to make me happy. I guess somewhere over the years that anger and resentment had built up and been stored somewhere in me. And now it came to the fore.
I didn’t say anything and just kept sucking.
I decided to play dirty.
I pushed my hard on which was now upright in my pants onto Sarah’s mons and continued sucking and twisting her nipples.
I wanted to be inside Sarah! I wanted to pump her pussy with my cock and feel her grip me and ejaculate into her cervix!
“Daddy…” gentle moan.
Good!
It’s starting to work.
If Sarah was anything like her mother, her nipples would be electrically connected to her nether regions, and would get her going again. But much as I was a breast man, and I had to admit that these were the best breasts I had ever laid my hands on…I knew I needed something more. Sarah needed to feel engaged.
I pushed myself up off the couch, stood there and undid my pants, and pulled down my undies. I stepped out of both and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Now we were even. Both naked. I grabbed Sarah’s hand and wrapped it around my cock. I was hoping that my cock would arouse her enough to squash any objections she had to proceeding.
“Just jerk me off to orgasm” I half pleaded. “Then we’ll stop”.
With my hand wrapped around hers I began to get her to wank me just inches from her face. I looked down and could see the glaze in her eyes. I didn’t know whether she was just going along with it, or whether she was enjoying it.
I just want to come all over her I thought. Please….no more objections. I looked at her plump lips. She had her lower lip rolled over her teeth and bitten by her top one. She continued to wank me for a minute or so with my hand there for guidance.
“Daddy…” her tone reluctant.
I removed my hand.
She didn’t remove hers and kept going.
YES!!!!!!
“Daddy…I’m not sure”.
She didn’t say any more…but kept softly jerking me in silence. Our breathing the only sound to fill the room. I didn’t want to say anything or give her the excuse to stop.
She opened her mouth and moved towards the head of my cock. She put the first inch or so into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it.
I started to lose it….
“Ohhh…ohhhh…..ooohhh”
She wasn’t good at oral…but it didn’t matter. It was my beautiful naked daughter on the couch giving me head. And she was enjoying it!!! That was the main thing. Not her technique. Her enjoyment!!! She was pleased and I responded to that. We all do as human beings! Joy begets joy.
I started to come!
At the first spurt she coughed… and gagged… and pulled back.
I sped my hand to my cock and pumped as ropes of semen burst from my cock hitting her chin, and then mostly landing on her chest.
WOW!! What a sight to see my juices on those breasts. I pushed Sarah down onto the couch and began to rub my come all over her tits. It was so gorgeous to massage those huge firm mounds with my come. Instantly her nipples became hard! They were dark red and firm and pointy, and felt so good under my hands. I keep squeezing and rubbing and squeezing and squeezing and massaging. I looked into Sarah’s eyes and ….I saw….LUST!!
I’d done it!!
I was home!!
She wanted me.
Her eyes said it all.
I felt a surge of excitement!!
I lay down on top of her. My cock was down below her pussy. I could feel the heat from her groin. I started to kiss her and she embraced me tightly and we kissed very passionately, swirling our tongues around. We kissed and kissed and kissed. I felt like a teenager again. Where was the tired 46 year old body I was used to inhabiting? My body was singing and on fire with joy!
I kept kissing Sarah and she kept kissing back. I could hear our breathing deepen in unison. Our intake of breath becoming sharper.
Sarah pushed on both my shoulders with her hands, and broke us apart.
She looked up at me with a look of concerned sincerity, her forehead slightly wrinkled.
“I want you inside me…” she whispered.
“Oh Sarah….”I whispered back.
I moved my hand down to my cock. It was rock hard. I could feel the head near the entrance to Sarah’s vagina. I rub it up and down just at the entrance to her pussy. She bites her bottom lip again.
“Mmmmmm” she coos.
I take my hand away from my cock, and drop the full length of my body onto Sarah’s. I feel the mound of her tits against my chest. I reach up with my right hand, grab her right breast and squeeze. I love it!! SarahTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Emely
- 14.09.2022
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