Friday mornings were never the same after that first time. Matt would get out of bed with his wife, sit with her for breakfast, kiss her goodbye at the door and watch her drive to the station so that she could catch her train to London.
It was all a pretence; he wasn’t being the loving husband in the slightest; he was making sure the coast was clear. Very clear. He would leave it for five minutes to make sure Sandra hadn’t forgotten anything.
The smirk would slowly appear on his face, his cock would start to get hard, and he would turn to go upstairs to the bedroom. He wouldn’t even knock on his daughter’s door anymore. He would open it and stand in the doorway.
On the first Friday, she was kneeling at the edge of her bed. Her ass high in the air and her body outstretched, her pussy wet and glistening, her little star winking at him. She knew he was there, watching her, yet she said nothing, just waited. Blood pumped into his cock until it was hard and erect. He stroked it once, maybe twice, on his way towards her, and at the last minute, he pointed it at her waiting pussy and pushed it in.
His blood boiled at the feel of her silkiness engulfing his dick, his ears burned at the sound of her groans as he slid inside her, and the sight of her pushing back to meet his cock, making sure it went all the way in, was almost too much for him. He nearly spurted when he bottomed out in her pussy, and he remained motionless for a few moments afterwards. Letting the urge diminish. Hoping the feeling would calm down.
Her words, telling him to fuck her until she came, didn’t help matters. But he was struggling, not with what he was doing or the position they were in, but the sheer intensity of the need to cum in his daughter. It took two, maybe three strokes of feeling her pussy clench around his dick before he spurted inside her. He clenched her waist and held her close, stopping her from fucking him back.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, panting hard as if he had run a marathon. He could feel spunk pour out of his buried dick.
His daughter, Em, allowed him to slip out of her. She turned around on the bed and looked at him standing over her, out of breath and sated.
“Pussy too much for you?” she asked. Matt nodded.
“The whole thought of fucking you like that was too much this morning,” he replied.
Her smile broadened. She opened her thighs wide and slipped down on the bed.
“Well then,” she said, “You’d better eat me out before I go to school.”
Matt’s eyes opened wide, and his mouth dropped open. He had never even done that with his wife. But the sight of her lascivious grin on her face and the tap-tapping of her hand on her mound sent him into overdrive. He practically dived between her legs and started licking, sucking and devouring her pussy.
Soon, Em’s pussy was salivating. Matt didn’t know whether it was her juices or his cum, and he didn’t care as long as she was moaning and telling him how wonderful it felt and how good he was making her feel. And he was making her feel so fucking good with his tongue on her clit, sucking on it.
“Your face looks so fucking good, wet,” she told him.
It only made him lick her faster and with more zeal. He wasn’t sure about all the expletives she was using; he never imagined her swearing like that in a normal context, and perhaps she didn’t, but in this one, he could forgive her wholeheartedly. She could use any word she wanted to provoke him into defiling her body. Because that was what he was doing, and he loved it. She loved it.
She loved it so much that the cum in her pussy squirted all over his chin when she climaxed. Her hands reached out to hold her father’s head in one place while she ground her pussy over his face. He stood his ground, his mouth open, his tongue extended so that she could use the flat of it over her whole pussy. If she were anything like her mother, she would like that.
And she did. She rubbed her mound over his tongue until she calmed down, until she could feel her body stop shaking. She pulled her father towards her, kissed him, and sucked the spunk from his face.
“Fuck!” she shouted. It frightened him. “I’m late,” she added.
She had fifteen minutes to get ready, so she pushed her father to one side and made a beeline for the bathroom. It would be a shame to wash the spunk away so soon, but she had no option. Matt slipped into the bathroom to watch her get ready. He tapped the glass cubicle until she turned to face him. He wiggled his cock, which was now getting harder. Teasing her.
She opened the shower door. “Unless I have a high temperature again, I’m going to have to suck it later when I get home.”
She spoke the truth, though it would be touch-and-go whether his wife or his daughter would get there first. Actually, that wasn’t a competition they would be having because he knew that his wife wouldn’t even enter it.
Friday mornings were like that now. The act of eating food for breakfast was abandoned; it would be a raunchy quickie, a much-needed, and hard fuck. His daughter’s pussy, a burial ground for his needy dick. She was just as bad. All she wanted was to be filled, with his cock, with his spunk; she didn’t mind whether it was in her pussy or over her face or down her throat. As long as it was depraved.
For the first few weeks, both of them were happy with just the Friday’s fuckathon. But as time moved on, so their needy bodies craved more. They were like teenagers in lust. Desperate to feel that injection of endorphins from their sexual highs.
Dinner times became strenuous. Em had to listen to her mother and father talk as if they felt anything for each other. Their conversation was stilted and unreal. It was like her father was trying his best to prevent himself from telling her mother anything romantic or loving. The glances she and her father shared at the table, on the other hand, were raunchy and needy. On one occasion, when her mother was in the kitchen, Em rushed around the table, kissed her father, squeezed his cock and then sat perfectly still while her mother placed her dinner in front of her.
Em thanked her and then looked in the direction of her father. Matt still doesn’t know how he kept a straight face, how his wife didn’t notice anything unusual on their faces.
The whole dynamics of the household had changed. And for the better, as far as two of them were concerned. As their mother became more excluded from their lives, they took more risks, and with risk comes complacency. It didn’t bother them at first, until the study incident.
It was a Tuesday evening, and Matt and Sandra were watching television, on the verge of turning in for the night, when Em had kindly asked her father for some help doing her homework. He could tell by the smile on her face and the way she bit her lip at the edges of her mouth that the request wasn’t serious. He accepted, of course, and they decided to go through the work in the study.
Matt sat on the main chair between his desk and the window, looking out towards the door, while Em managed to squeeze a chair to the side of the desk. No sooner had she highlighted the maths that she wanted to go through than her hands slid along her father’s trouser leg from his knee to his groin. She leaned over the desk, listening to him explain. She didn’t need to; she was perfectly adept at anything mathematical, and he knew it.
His cock grew in response to her stroke, and a bulge started to appear in his trousers. Em reached out to squeeze his erection while asking a question about the next line of the formula. She listened to his answers with a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile on his face.
Her other fingers were busy wetting themselves inside her pussy until they were glossy with her juices. She lifted them to her father’s lips and pushed them inside his mouth. He recoiled at first, but then sucked hard on them when he realised what the taste was.
Em giggled. At that time, they heard the creak of the floorboard on the stairs. Every house has them, and Em asked another question when her mother rounded the study and informed them she was going to bed. They both nodded.
“Night, mum,” Em said.
“Night, hun,” Matt replied. “I’ll be there right after this,” he added.
Em waited until the sound of footsteps receded and leaned towards her father.
“Right after you cum down my throat,” she whispered in his ear.
She squeezed his cock hard. “Get it out,” she commanded.
He wondered when his daughter had become so controlling, but it only made him smile. He undid his zip and popped the top button. Em did the rest. She slipped her hand inside and pulled his cock and balls out. He felt afraid of the zip catching his balls and hoped he wouldn’t cry out in pain.
“Now, what about the length times the circumference of this equation?” Em asked loudly, circling her father’s cock with her fingers.
She shuffled off the seat, bent over and took his dick in her mouth. She held it firmly at the base while sucking on the bulbous head; the slurping sounds reverberated around the room until her father started speaking to drown them out. He described the equation perfectly. Telling her how it would be resolved when the denominator…
He took a deep breath, pushed his ass off the chair and tried his best to get more of his cock down Em’s throat. She complied, sinking further and further towards the hand that was holding it upright. There were far fewer sucking noises and more gurgling. To Matt, it seemed much louder, so he started talking about the next formula on the page.
Em stroked his cock to perfection. Her short, sharp hand movements, combined with the slow withdraw and quick push downwards of her mouth onto his dick, had Matt staring into space, his eyes unable to focus on the page of text but preferring the door. He could feel his climax approaching and knew that it was as much down to who was blowing him as to how they were doing it. He had never felt so horny in ages.
He couldn’t believe that his balls were going to be emptied on a Tuesday, a midweek clandestine blowjob in his study, and it wasn’t even his wife doing it.
He had become aware that the teacher’s voice had stopped. He wasn’t explaining anything anymore; he was sighing and lifting his bottom off the chair. His daughter was sucking avidly on his bell end and pumping his dick with her hand, willing him to unload into her mouth.
Matt did just that. He felt his body flow over the edge of the cliff that he was being pushed towards; he felt his balls tighten, his cock stiffen even more, if that was at all possible, and he felt his spunk shoot into Em’s mouth.
His beautiful daughter was expecting it. She could feel him getting to the point of no return. In her head, she was repeating the words, ‘cum you bastard, cum,’ over and over, and she smiled inwardly when hot jism coated her mouth and throat. She swallowed just in time for the second jet to fill her mouth and the third, until her father was slumped in his chair, cock still pumping but exhausted, sated by his little girl.
Sudden footsteps on the landing brought him quickly to his senses. He pulled Em’s head up from his groin despite her still sucking the remnants out of his throbbing dick. She managed to gather up the stray pearls of cum from her lips and chin, realising what her father was doing. He didn’t have time to put his dick back in his trousers, so instead, he buried his crotch under the table. Em quickly picked up a pen and started writing on the paper.
“Yes, that’s right,” her father said just as the door opened.
“How long are you going to be? It’s late, and I have an early start in the morning,” Sandra said from the open doorway with her eyes half closed. She hadn’t noticed her husband’s heavy breathing or her daughter’s red face, the embarrassed silence, and lowered head as if she was concentrating on what was in front of her.
“Just finishing now, one minute,” Matt managed to get the words out without huffing and puffing.
He waited for Sandra to leave before both of them exhaled. Even so, Em managed to grasp her father’s cock and scoop the last remaining ropes of cum leaking from the end before fingering them into her mouth.
“That was close,” he said.
She had to agree. It was too close for comfort. “Just as well I wasn’t spreadeagled over your desk with your cock in me – wasn’t it?” she retorted. “Next time, maybe,” she said, giggling as she stood up to leave.
Matt stuffed his dick back into his pants and watched his daughter’s pert little ass leave the study. He shook his head. It was indeed too close for comfort, but he felt more than satisfied, and for once, he wouldn’t have to lie next to his wife with a hard-on knowing nothing would come of it. He would just slip into bed and fall into a deep sleep.
Em hadn’t swallowed the last remnants of his cum. She left the study while her tongue played with the cum in her mouth. In her room, she scooped it out of her mouth with her fingers, looked into the bedside mirror, and watched herself lick one finger at a time, savouring the texture and the taste of her father’s cum. She lay on the bed, fingered her pussy and brought herself off on her cum coated fingers.
It would be safe to say that Matt had the hots for his daughter. He never understood how his wife didn’t catch on to the little things that crossed between them at dinner, in the evenings or at breakfast during the week. Throwaway remarks like ‘roll on Friday,’ that Em would say on Thursdays, often with her tongue rapidly poking the side of her cheek with the view aimed towards her father. The innuendo was completely lost on her mother because everyone said that as they looked forward to the weekend.
The high stools at the breakfast bar were the more regular haunts for father and daughter during the week. It was easy for one of them to sit while the other stood close by. Matt often found his hand straying up Em’s thighs and tickling her nub, or inserting a finger into her wet snatch while his eyes scoured the room for signs of an emerging wife.
Em was no angel either. She’d often encourage her father to get on his knees and eat her out while she sat on the edge of the stools. That was more risque, of course, but Matt had come to realise that his daughter didn’t care whether they got caught or not – she just craved the pleasure for what it was. It was a turnaround in their relationship. One minute, she was doing all this for the family, to keep them together, and the next, it was all about her father and her.
Matt knew that the dynamics had changed; he could see it in her behaviour and the way she paraded around the house, sexy and confident in her father’s presence while presenting a cold and indifferent attitude towards her mother.
There were times when Em experienced intense jealousy, often following the sounds of her parents having sex. She shouldn’t have listened at their bedroom door – but she did. Still, she concluded that her mother was nowhere near as sluttish as she acted, judging by the muffled sounds and lack of squeaking bed springs. On Fridays, she knew exactly how that bed sounded, and her parents didn’t even come close. Still, the act of hearing them fuck each other surprised her a little, even if it was once every three weeks.
By the time she had reached seventeen, Em was being fucked regularly, and they had found ways to spice things up at least twice during the week or weekend. Em and Matt got into mountain walking. Something her mother wouldn’t have entertained, and so she was happy to let them bugger off into the wilderness for hours on end. They did make it to the wilderness, too, sometimes. But more often than not, they ended up in a hotel room about twenty miles from where they lived. It was a fuckathon from ten in the morning to five in the afternoon. Matt just couldn’t get enough of her pliable body, and she couldn’t get enough of his satisfying cock.
There was just one hole left for him to introduce his dick to, one that he thought Em may be reticent about sharing. But the thought of it always put a smile on his face.
