Over the line

After my long venting and revelation session with Beth, it was late enough that I just headed home. I was feeling better about things after that. Several wights felt like they had been lifted from my chest. I still felt a little guilty about what happened with Sarah, but I put it in perspective. It had been her choice, so I wasn't corrupting her. I had already fucked her before. And if anything happened I could fix it. Rationalizations, I know.

Now, Sarah had given Tom O'Malley her phone number at the airport, and several times she had called him suggesting that maybe they could "have some fun" together. Tom, knowing full well that nothing good can come from screwing your girlfriend's friends even if they thought they had permission, had steered clear, so I had not fucked her until this afternoon as myself. As her father, her unrelenting campaign to get me to buy her an expensive car was getting on my nerves. On the other hand, as Tom O'Malley could testify, she was a very hot little piece of tail, and I justified Tom and Tom as different people one way, so why not the other.

The next few days were comprised of me being awkward and not knowing how to deal with Sarah, and her not understanding why I was upset. She had apologized to me for 'slacking off', thinking I was just upset with her for goofing off during work hours. I had let that go, not needing to deal with cleaning up the weird metal state issues. But over the next week, Sarah, after months of whining, wheedling, and threatening to hold her breath till her face turned blue if we didn't get her a car, tried something new.

When I got home one day, there was a note from Beth saying that she had taken Thomas and Elizabeth to the mall to take advantage of summer sales and would be home till later. I could hear the shower running and presumed that Sarah was already home, I knocked on the door and let her know that I was home, too, and went back to the kitchen to microwave a couple frozen burritos, as I was not feeling fancy tonight.

"Dad, can you help me?" Sarah called from the bathroom as I was finishing dinner. I found Sarah, wreathed in steam and covered by a towel failed to reach all the way from her large breasts to her delightful little pussy, pointing at the showerhead, which was dripping slowly. "I can't get it shut off all the way, can you do it for me?" she asked, her potion making the towel rise up even more and giving me a nice view. I pointedly ignored it. I went over to the shower and noticed there was nothing wrong with the shower, she simply hadn't turned it all the way off. She gave me a big hug, pressing her body tightly against me, in thanks for 'fixing' the problem. When she pulled back, the towel slipped away from her body, exposing her naked form, previously barely concealed, fully to me. She didn't even blink, bending at the waist to grab the towel and giving me a nice ass shot at the same time. "I should be more careful," she giggled as she, put the towel back in place, much more slowly and carefully than necessary, and with exaggerated movement emphasizing her bust. "Sorry, sorry," She said. "But nothing you haven;t seen before, right?" She added, leaving the room while walking so that her ass shook enticingly back at me.

I was surprised by this, and checked if I had done anything unconsciously, but Sarah was acting on her own. Later when everyone got home, Sarah needled me about the car again and I caught some meaningful looks. I picked up on what she was doing immediately, and was annoyed. This was two bits of my daughter's personality I was not a fan of I had now discovered.

Over the next couple weeks, she made several more efforts, becoming increasingly bold. She found cause a couple more times to call me into the bathroom after she had showered, screwing up the toilet so that it kept running and having me come in to fix it, replacing a dead lightbulb, and several other tactics to get me in the room where she could pose in that too small towel seductively. "I tried to change it myself, daddy, but I couldn't quite reach it," she said in the case of the lightbulb, demonstrating this by leaning over the sink and stretching to reach the bulb, which caused the towel to ride up and show her beautiful, firm, rounded butt, before it fell off completely again, displaying her firm tits proudly due to her outstretched position, her pussy, which I had a clear view of, opened up as well. She showed no modesty in front of me, having abandoned this pretense by this point.

I just barely managed to resist. Boy, did I want to grab her and ravage her right there, but I was not going to be manipulated like this! it wasn't about her being my daughter anymore; it was about my determination not to be used in this way, and not to encourage her to do things like this. I knew that sometime soon I wouldn't resist, so instead I began to plan for how I could give in, but teach her a lesson at the same time.

The family was mostly out the next Saturday, Charlie and Beth at a show, Thomas at my other house spending time with Elizabeth, and I was swimming, when Sarah came out to join me. She had on a swimsuit that, while not as bold as what she had brought to the weekend with Tom, showed off her curvaceous body quite admirably. "How's the water?"she asked, smiling at me happily in that fake way I had come to recognize she did when she was going to make a run at me. "It's fine," I replied, playing along. "Would you like to join me?"

"No thanks, just here to tan," she replied, then sat on a lounge chair and began applying tanning lotion to her body. Of course, she did it in the sexiest way possible, spreading the oil on her gorgeous legs very slow, making it a sensuous action. She spread her legs apart much wider than the job required, and took a long time near her crotch. She occasionally glanced at me; she probably thought she was being superstitious, but I knew what was going on so it looked obvious to me. "Dad, can you put the lotion on my back?" She asked in breathy voice as she lay on the chair on her belly. I climbed out of the pool, drying myself quickly, before coming over to sit beside her, and she handed me the bottle.

"Tan lines are so gross; could you undo the straps, Dad?" she asked as I began to spread the lotion. She was lying flat on the chair, her tits bulging out the sides obscenely as she lay there. I undid the straps. Most girls keep their arms tight against their sides to hide their side boob when tanning this way, but she didn't do this, moving her arms farther away from her body to ensure that I could see the swell of her breasts and the little hold the top had on them let off. I spread the lotion across her smooth, soft skin, and could feel her breathing deepen. She was getting aroused and I had seen her glancing at my swim trunks, where my erect dick was making itself quite obvious. I never said her tactics were ineffective, just obvious once you realized what she was up to. "Make sure you get the sides, Dad. I don't want to get burned there," she put in, taking a hand and moving it down so I was rubbing her tits from the side.

"No, of course not," I replied, as my hands massaged her sideboob, before I dragged then downward and slowly up to her waist, working in soft circles, kneading her skin, up to her ribcage. I wasn't really making a pretense anymore, and neither was she, moaning lightly but trying to hold it back. I rubbed in the lotion thoroughly, massaging and caressing, my hands worked over my daughter's body, never quite getting into 'inappropriate' territory, but only just. I could feel her breath quicken again as I neared got closer an closer to her breasts, abut always stopped short of reaching for any part of her that was not exposed. "That feels so good," she said softly. She grabbed my hands and turned over, the bra falling away and her breasts jutting out strongly from her chest, the nipples erect, and guided me onto her fully, my hands cupping her "Why don't you do all of me, Dad?" she breathed, her eyes closed. I kneaded her breasts and she gasped. "You're not here for a tan, are you, Sarah?" She opened her eyes, clouded with excitement, and looked up and smiled. "No, Dad, I'm here for you." She pulled me down to her, kissing me deeply, then hugging me close as she moaned softly in my ear, "Oh Dad, I've been waiting for you since that time in your office. You were really good. I know you didn't like me skipping out on work, but we aren't working now, right, Dad? Don't you want me? "

"Of course I want you, pumpkin," I replied, using my old pet name for her. She leaned up and kissed me, crushing my hands into her breasts between us. I freed a hand and it traveled down her hard, flat belly to her crotch, I could feel her tense and felt her hips move up, pushing her pussy nearer to my hand. Sarah wasn't pretending anymore, regardless of her motives, as I could feel when my hand had reached the soaking crotch of her bikini. I began to feel her slit through the fabric, and her hips immediately began fucking back at me, her hips rising to meet the fingers, again and again as I lightly worked the fabric in an out of her. One hand squeezing and kneading a breast and the other fucking her, I moved my mouth down and sucked hard on the other. I could feel Sarah's breathing becoming harder and more rapid as I played with her pussy through the thin bikini, and I pulled aside the strip of fabric, and then my fingers touched the lips of her pussy and she gasped, m=pulling my head into her chest harder. Her hips continued their fucking motion, rising up to try to **** my fingers into her, but I kept them on the outside, only lightly parting her.

At last , my fingers slowly slid into the slick interior of her pussy, and the speed with which her hips fucked up at my hand increased "Oh Dad, don't play with me, I want you in me," she whispered huskily. "I just need to have you inside me," she said. I looked up at her and she was completely sincere, her reasons for this lost in her passion. It occurred to me that I could get a little **** by teasing her with a long, long session of foreplay. But before I could decide, I felt her hand dipping into my swim trunks, and the feel of her fingers closing on me and thrusting back and forth clinched the issue. I used the hand that had been fingerfucking her to rip her bikini down her long, smooth legs, as she jerked back hard in response, ripping out the front of my trunks to reveal my cock, the tattered ruins falling down on their won. She stroked it, then leaned over the edge of the chair, putting it in her mouth for a momentary lick. She considered for a moment, then she lay back and spread her legs wide. "I'm ready for you, dad," she said. "Let's do it."

I wondered at why I had been so obsessed with not doing this as I prepared to plunge my cock into my daughter's hot little pussy on purpose this time.

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock pointing out straight at her cunt, as Sarah lay below me, her thighs spread wide in a split, her breasts sticking proudly out from her chest, her hands holding open her pussy. "Put it in, daddy," she said. "I need it so bad." I lowered my cock to her pussy, and Sarah took it with one hand and guided it gently into her opening. She was very tight, but also very wet, and my cock slid smoothly into her. Sarah gasped, then sighed softly as my cock entered her. I leaned down to kiss her, thrusting as our mouths worked against each other, the pressure increasing as I was grinding my cock deeper into her fuckhole. Sarah's hips thrust back at me, until at last Sarah broke away from the kiss. "Fuck me, Daddy. No more fooling around! fuck me!" she cried, wrapping her arms around me and pushing herself into me. I lifted off her and propped myself up on my elbows, to allow for easier movement, and also so I could look down at her, leaving her hands laced behind my neck. My daughter was spread wide below me, with my cock stretching her cunt wide as I began to pull out of her. I put a hand on one of her large breasts and squeezed, the hard nipple trying to bore a hole through it. I watched my cock enter Sarah again slowly as her hips rose up to receive it.

When I pulled out again, I could see the length of my cock glistening with her juices. Those were my daughter's cunt juices, I was fucking my daughter, she was the hot little babe lying beneath me with her legs spread wide, her pussy open, urging me on. I was so excited. "Oh god, that's good, give me more, give me more, fuck me harder, fuck your daughter's pussy, fuck me like you fuck mom, fuck me daddy!" she cried. "God yes, that's it, fuck me hard," she kept going, as I luxuriated in her filthy mouth. "Stick your big cock in me, Daddy, slam my pussy hard, fuck me harder than mom, harder than your wife, harder, harder HARDER!" She cried louder and louder as I thrust, looking me straight in the eyes. She was clearly into the **** angle.

I slammed her pussy harder as she asked, and her legs came up around my waist to urge me on, pulling on me, and we built up an ever-faster rhythm. My hips drove down into her faster and harder, her language getting worse and worse, every stroke punctuated by more cries and obscenities from Sarah, and she kept urging me to fuck her harder, fuck her faster, fuck her harder. The comparisons to her mom kept coming, to Wendy too, and my cock was driving in and out of her now at a lightning pace, and our hips were smashing together, the chair threatening to give way. Sarah gave up, just repeating "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." as I kept going. Sarah pulled me down on top of her, her arms clinging tightly to my back, and her nails digging in, as her legs wrapped me more tightly and her hips drove up at mine, her climax approaching. Sarah yelled in ecstasy as her whole body tightened, holding me in a **** grip, nails trying to draw blood, and I shot my cum deep into her body, every pulse of it causing her to shudder and grip me harder.

"Omigod, Dad, that was so good," Sarah said when we had both recovered to the point that speech was possible. "That was way better than I thought it would be," she added tentatively. "Better than at the office. Can we do it again tomorrow?" she asked, her original reason forgotten. She assumed that since I was over I couldn't go again, but I surprised her with my response. "How about right now?"

"Do you think you can? I mean, I know it gets harder when you get older... I mean," she said, flustered. I pulled her up off the chair, our ruined clothing forgotten. "Let's go inside, and this time we can take our time about it," I ad, answering her question by guiding her hand to my still rock hard dick, which she stroked in amazement. Sarah walked in front of me into the house, pulling me along lightly by my cock, as I enjoying the sight of her beautiful butt, and her long, strong legs, as she swayed her hips in an exaggerated motion.

We went to her bedroom and Sarah turned around to me and posed, showing off her body, her big breasts sticking straight out with the strength and arrogance of youth, perfect skin, a light tan, slender legs, and a lovely face. She grinned at me as she saw me admitting her. "Are you happy with what you made? How cool, you get to recoup your investment after all this time," she joked, watching me oggle her. "This is fun, but I want more," she said, kissing me. "I want to be your lover." She kissed me again, pressing that perfect body against me, then began groping me, her hands rubbing my back. My hands were equally busy, starting on her back but quickly working down to her round, firm ass. We fucked again then, slowly this time, on the bed, then again on the desk. We kept going even as everyone came home, none of them caring. We broke for dinner, where we joined the family complete naked, and then after Charlie had gone to sleep, I crept out of our bed and into my daughter's, where twice more I filled her pussy. As the sun came up, I awakened her and had her again in the bed then in the shower, then kissed her good-bye as I slipped out to return to my wife's side. "I love you sweetheart," I said at the door. "I love you, Daddy," she replied. "You are such a great fuck. Way better than my boyfriend."

Based on "My Reward" by Azil