She stood up.
As she rose, her robe fell away from her body so that by the time she got to her feet, she was naked, and that was all the answer I needed.
"Oh Lord God," I muttered, holding my arms out to her, "I don't care if I am a sick man… you've got me… and you can do anything you want to do to me."
"Oh… I know exactly what that's going to be, Daddy," she said, and before I can even figure out what I'm doing, she's got her fingers all over my crotch, unzipping my fly, pulling on my cock, wrapping her fingers around it, stroking it, squeezing it, and generally doing things that I didn't think she'd have even read about.
Christ… she'd done a fuck of a lot more than read.
On her knees now, mouth like soft feathers tickling the whole length of the shaft at once.
Her tongue moves all up and down the thing… licking, slapping… pressing… stroking it… and I'm going madder and madder by the second.
She stands back up, and she silently leads me out of the room… not by my hand, mind you, but by my cock!
My own daughter!
And I'm following her like I was a robot or maybe I had had brain damage or something.
You know… I think I really did.
Because I sure as hell wasn't thinking too clear. In fact, I wasn't thinking at all.
I was feeling a lot… I was feeling pretty good, as a matter of fact. But I was pretty weak on the thinking end of things.
Maybe I'd have stopped it if I hadn't been so drunk.
Maybe I'd have slapped her silly and told her if she ever did that again I was going to kill her if I'd been more on my toes.
Maybe I should have gone and seen Gladys last night. Maybe those big tits of hers would have lessened the impact of Cassie's.
But none of that happened, so all of this happened.
She took me into the living room, and she made me lay down on the sofa.
"Cassie." I started, though God knows what I had in mind to say.
"Shhhhhh…" she said softly, stroking my cock again just as soon as I was on my back. "You don't need to talk. Just lie there. I'll take care of everything."
"But…"
"Shhh… I mean it."
"But Cassie…!"
"Daddy! Don't make me get sharp with you."
I couldn't believe it. My own daughter. Hell, let's face it though. She was giving me exactly what I wanted from her.
I wanted to feel her mouth opening around my cock the way she was doing, sucking the head, drawing the entire length of the shaft into her throat.
I wanted to feel her fingers playing around with my balls. I wanted to feet the tip of her forefinger touching my asshole, pressing against it… shoving up into it… INTO my asshole!
Lord, I'm going to hell for this, I thought to myself. Ain't nothing gonna get me salvation after letting my daughter do this shit to me…
But what the hell, seeing as how I'd already blown it, there didn't seem to be much sense in holding back any more, so I went ahead and pulled out all the stops, and just started to roll my hips around and press that stiff cock up into her mouth, and damned if she didn't take the whole fucking thing into her throat.
"Where the fuck did you learn how to do this, girl?" I asked her.
"Not a question you want answered, Daddy. I promise you."
That bugged me for a moment, but then I figured she ought to know, and maybe I should just go ahead and trust her judgment. She was showing remarkable judgment where the treatment of my cock was concerned… I'll give her that.
Up and down now, rubbing the full length with her tongue, lingering over the mushroom-shaped glans, then moving down all the way to the base, back up again…
She tucked her lips up underneath her teeth and formed a circular hole with her mouth, as close to a perfect circle as she could get it.
She began to bob her head up and down and then she said, "Pump your cock in and out."
Well… that suited me just fine, and so I did just as she asked. I rammed my hips up into her… and then I pulled back, just as her own head was rising back up from my body.
I shoved upwards again just as she was coming back down.
Up… down…
Down… up…
She seemed to know exactly when I was going to make my move, and was able to keep the timing of our thrusts and counterthrusts almost perfect, even though the movement and the rhythm continued to vary from thrust to thrust.
"Christ, how're you getting the whole thing down you?"
I guess she'd have answered, but she was getting the whole thing down her, and that didn't leave a whole lot of room for talk.
She kept it up too… bringing an erection to my cock the likes of which I hadn't seen since I was a kid in high school on a date with my hand up a girl's skirt or down her blouse…
Lord… it's kind of scary just thinking about it… but I was hotter for her than I'd been in years… and it felt an awful lot the way it did back when I wasn't too much older than her…
Well… things were getting pretty confused, but pretty soon I felt my balls getting ready to shoot up another toad of jism, and that would have cleared things up real fast… it always does.
But she suddenly said tome, "Don't come yet, Daddy. Don't come!"
Right.
I mean, she's running her mouth over me like she could suck the brass off a bed-post, and I'm halfway from here to Mars already, and ready to blast myself the rest of the way, and she says, "Don't come yet Daddy."
"Well Darling I've never known how to stop it once it's ready to go."
She smiled and squeezed on my cock, right below the head… just gave it a nice tender squeeze with her thumb and forefinger…
Nothing demonic… nothing to bring me to my knees.
But the fire went out of my cock and the pressure eased up in my balls, and I just sort of stared at her.
"Hell, what did you do?"
"I made it soft." Truth was, I didn't know. I sure as hell never thought THAT was possible, but then, this was turning into the kind of day where you learn just what IS possible.
There's a hell of a lot that's possible… you know?
So… what's happening now… oh yeah. She's got my cock all nice and calmed down again, although it still feels maybe like it's artificial, on account of it being so hard and all… I mean, I was afraid maybe it was gonna bust open or something…
You know? I mean, I can't remember when it's been this hard before, but that suits me fine.
Then I start to think a minute, and of course, that hard-on weighing on my mind and all, I can't help but think about what you usually do with a hard-on…
And once more Cassie act's like she can read my mind, because she suddenly flips around on the sofa, and that pussy I'd just seen in my mind shoves itself up against my face.
I just reacted.
There wasn't any time for thinking… and that was good, because when you spend time thinking, that's just time you could be spending doing something… and so that's what I done… I done something. I slid my tongue out of my mouth and up her crack.
Christ almighty! What a flavor.
Now, I've tasted some mighty fine cunts in my day, and then again, I've tasted one or two would gag a maggot. (Somehow, even those leave a sweet taste in your memory) and once I got some of those thick oily juices of hers all over my mouth and tongue, I went ahead and lost what good sense I had left, which wasn't, mind you, all that much to begin with.
She started up with this moaning… and it was like an angel singing, the way my brain heard it.
She moved her hips too, real soft, and gentle and delicate like, up and down, back and forth, and after a while I figured she knew enough about what she was doing, and about what she wanted, all I needed to do was to hold my tongue good and stiff and let her work her will on it.
I was right.
She felt me get it all stiff and rigid and right off she homed in on it with her clit.