Prone Bone 101 (Common Interests)

"What's a prone bone?" James repeated back to his daughter as his cock jumped in response against her thinly covered ass.

"Well for one thing," he laughed lightly, "It's not 'a' prone bone. Here," he reached down an patted her ass before sliding his hand down to her upper thigh and pressing slightly, "Put your legs together."

She complied, her buttocks shifting wonderfully against his erection.

"Ok, now imagine", James leaned forward slightly, both to better grind into Belle's taut butt but also to speak, low, into her ear, "you're lying on your front, like this. On a bed...or the floor..."

He idly imagined the same, the image of his daughter in that pose. He idly groped her ass cheek as he did, the delicious fantasy taking him over. She was waiting for him to continue speaking, breathing hard, but he was lost for a moment.

"Dad?"

"Sorry baby," he broke out of his pleasant reverie, "Now while you're lying you can prop yourself up a tiny with your arms in front but that's it. And that's the prone part."

There was a pause and then Belle replied, "I'm not sure I understand. I mean I do the first bit but the arms...can you show me?"

Before he could respond she was pushing back from the counter. For a second he resisted so he could feel her body pressing against him before she moaned, "Daaad!"

Rubbing up against your teenage daughter was just family hijinks and play now.

He relented, reluctantly and she began walking away, before peering over her shoulder to ensure he was following. He wasn't - he was too busy watching the sway of her hips and the straining of thin, translucent cloth against her gorgeous ass - but he got the message.

Belle lead them out of the kitchen, up the stairs and then into her bedroom. James's heart beat was slowly becoming louder in his ears.

Her bedroom was a mix of immature teen and intelligent young woman in appearance, the colours mostly sober but with splashes of pink and pastel. Thick books with verbose titles competed with fluffy pillows. The curtains were closed, odd for her during the day. Had she been up here napping for the last hour or...?

Before he could speculate more, she gleefully jumped onto the bed, front first, before arranging herself into a flat position.

"Like this?" she asked.

James just admired her for a second and then approached, looking her in the eyes. Her cheek was flat to the bed, arms straight by her side, in a submissive position. He could just imagine taking her like that, while she passively let him use her cunny as a masterbation aid...

"Sure, that's one way. Or," he moved forward and repositioned her arms in front of her, letting her look forwards, "that's another one. Hold on."

He pulled out his phone and delved into his porn folder of inspiration before, quickly, finding what he wanted.

"See" he said, before lying his phone down in front of her with a video playing.

On screen, a beautiful young girl lay prone, head up, cheeks a glow, gasping. On top of her, and older man propped himself up with his arms, half grinding and thrusting his cock in so his hips never left hers. Both had their eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Belle, lifting the phone closer with both hands to watch, her whole body enraptured with the display. Quickly, she put the phone in only one hand before her other reached back, under herself, between her legs, fumbling out of sight.

For a while she did that, murmuring, "Oh my god", "So hot", "Fuck" to herself, her father forgotten. The position was awkward though, and she ended up propping the phone in the grasp of one of her teddy bears, facing her lewd display and watching it blankly. Her free hand moved to try to better position herself.

Belle didn't want to reposition though - she wanted to mimic what she was seeing. Her father sat on the bed next to her, watching both video and daughter. The weight movement reminded her she wasn't alone, but she was far from embarrassed.

"So that's a prone bone?" asked the relatively naive 18-year old girl.

James chuckled at her insistence on using the term like a noun but answered, "Yes. That's one way of doing it."

She tried - and failed - to sit up a bit and turned her head, "There are other ways?"

"Sure, variations," he explained, leaning over to take the phone. A few taps and it was back in front of her, new video playing.

This time a skinny, petite blonde was nearly being engulfed by a large, muscular black man. His hands gripped her arms in a way that guaranteed she couldn't move, other than to be buffeted by his insistent penetration.

"Ohhh!" moaned Belle, fingers moving quickly, "Look at how small she is against him! Oh fuck!" she panted. There was a pause and then, "Do you think that feels good for her?"

"Honestly baby, a little part of me thinks so. But another part...doesn't really care."

"Daddy!" admonished his daughter but in a tone that was playful. He leaned over so he was speaking close to her ear as she rubbed herself, "And the other part," he said in a low voice, "hopes that she isn't enjoying it at all."

"Uuuuhh," came Belle's long moan and her movements became quicker, "Naughty daddy, that's so wrong...is that what you'd do to Kendall then? Fuck her and not care?"

"Oh no," and he took the phone once more, with Belle whining in response at the video being taken away. With a few more taps and scrolls though, it was back in place and she stopped moving altogether as she saw what was on screen.

The woman here wasn't as small as the previous two but it didn't matter - she was lying flat against the floor in submission, pinned down. The man on top of her had her head gripped in both hands, one covering her mouth, the other clamping her hair. He fucked her like he was trying to push her through the floor.

Belle was silent as James leaned over, "I'd hate fuck her like that."

She was still as she watched for a while and then quietly asked, "What's it like? What does it feel like for a man?"

For the first time she turned over onto her back, looking up with wide eyes at her step-father. Her cheeks were red, top bunched up to show a tantalising glimpse of mid-riff. Her translucent leggings were dark and damp around the crotch.

She was stunning.

"Sex?" he asked, even as ran his eyes up and down her body.

"No, being that...in control. With a woman." she reached her hand under her waistband and idly began playing with herself as she waited for an answer.

"It's...amazing. It can be born of hate, of lust, of love even, but dominating someone while you take your pleasure from them, or give them pleasure..." he searched for the words, "...it makes you feel like a king."

She nodded, her mouth opening slightly, her fingers working harder, "And for the woman? Being dominated? Losing control? What's that like?"

James frowned, unsure how he could possibly answer. And then it twigged. He calmly took her arm - the one half buried in her leggings - and with a firm grip moved it until it was above her head. Holding her gaze, he pinned it down. With her other hand he placed his palm on her pussy mound, on top of her clothes.

She began breathing harder but she only watched. With his cock forming an obvious tent in his pants, he slowly began pressing his hand on the dampness between her legs. Eyes widening, she said nothing. Now he began rubbing, starting to feel her underwear beneath move and sink into her forbidden slit. Her pinned hand tried to move but his strength was too much.

Her free hand began to move down to her crotch but he didn't wait to see what she would do - he grabbed it and placed it above her head too. Readjusting, he now pinned both arms with one hand, before returning back to his prize.

In response, her legs fell fully open in surrender. As he resumed playing with her, she moaned. He was doing this for her benefit, he told himself, even as his fingers tore into the thin material of her leggings and ripped a hole.

His hungry fingers delved in and began pressing the sodden material of her panties further into her pussy lips. They outlined her ripe fuck-sleeve opening obscenely. Belle squirmed under his touch and then suddenly stopped, "Wait!"

His blood froze as he realised this wasn't part of the game, part of her fantasy. Was she going to ask him to stop? As much as he wanted to ignore that and plough on, he knew he couldn't. He loved Belle and ultimately this was all for her benefit, even if enjoyed every sordid moment.

"I want to feel you," she gasped, her back arching as she struggled against his hand. He resisted for a moment so he could see the strain on her toned limbs before letting go. Feel him? Did she mean...touching him? Playing with him? Fucking him?!

Free, she surprised him by suddenly flipping over onto her front, resuming her previous prone position. She stretched her arms out in front of her and then sighed, "I want to feel you - on top of me."

Belle proppeed the phone back up - which had been forgotten - watching the video once more while she waited. After a few seconds of no movement she impatiently whined, "Daaad!"

James took in the alluring curve of her behind, the glimpse of the hole he had made in her leggings, the long blonde hair running down her back. He climbed onto the bed and then, carefully, sat himself astride her thighs.

Shifting forward, his erection rubbed a little against her ass. Finally he settled into a semi-seated position, as though he was going to leisurely fuck her.

"Mmmm," she hummed in approval. With one hand James idly reached under his waistband and stroked himself - with the other he reached between her legs, and resumed rubbing his daughter's pussy.

"Oooh," she moaned, "That's good dad. But I want to feel you properly."

His heart skipped a beat. It was one thing to fantasise about fucking her. It was fine to masterbate with his daughter, or even to help her do so. But actually penetrating her? That was disgusting.

"Belle-" he began in an admonishing tone but she continued.

"I want to feel your weight on me like in the videos. Properly."

That he understood, in a way. Except... "Baby, I won't be able to touch you if I do that. See?"

He appeased her by moving into position, leaning over her smaller, teenaged body, placing his hands either side of her shoulders so he could sit his hips on hers. His cock, still in his trousers, nestled and poked into her ass. Idly he ground it into her.

"Does that feel good daddy?" asked Belle and he moaned a yes, pressing against her insistently.

"We need to take care of you though baby, and my hands-"

"Your hands aren't important daddy. I can feel you down there, I just need to feel you closer..."

Of course she could feel his cock, but it wasn't in the right place. To get it there, he knew what he had to do.

James sat back and pulled both his pants and underwear down. His angry shaft popped free, leaking precum from the endless stimulation without release. Taking it in one hand, he repositioned himself over her, pointing his glans at her 18-year old cock-sheathe. As he lowered himself, his cock slid into the tight juncture of her thighs and pussy, a wonderfully improvised flesh and cloth sex-toy that also happened to belong to his daughter's body.

Finally her father was lying on her, his weight centred on her ass, her hot pussy pressed against his rod.

"That's it daddy...does that feel good?"

She didn't really need to ask, he almost immediately began moving, undulating his hips in the same way that they did on the videos. His cock would surely be penetrating her, if not for the slight difference in angle and the feeble defence of her panties, which shifted and rubbed with every thrust.

Her body was bounced against the bed my his fake fucking, electricty shooting up from between her legs up to every nerve in her body. Her father was breathing hard with effort, concentrating on his task, her questiong forgotten.

To her this felt incredible, her fantasies brought to life, her virgin body awakened. To him, as good as it felt, his body also craved more - craved the feel of wet cunt around his cock rather than slick thighs and damp panties. The animal in him felt that if he just thrust a little harder, he'd get inside that glorious place, even as he deliberately held back.

Belle felt her pleasure rising, the familiar feeling now amped up by every part of her body being involved. She looked down at the video and imagine it was of her, right now. And then she had an idea.

With a couple of taps, the phone was now in video mode and she was greeted with the image of herself, her father looming over her. "Oh my god!" she yelped as she began recording. In the video there was no telling any different - James Doe was absolutely fucking her as far as anyone could see. His face looked consumed with lust as he fucked her, a different kind of pleasure consuming him.

The image was too much. Belle's eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed in a series of high-pitched yelps and moans. James looked down, focusing finally enough to see the video recording. He should have been worried but the image worked on him too. He could see his daughter cumming, close up, and he was virtually fucking her into a frenzy.

He reached forward, not to take the phone but to grip her wrists. Shifting his hips he was no longer fucking her thighs at the same angle. It was harder to line up with her cunny this way but she was already cumming - now it was time for his pleasure.

Jack-hammering his cock haphazardly against her, like a dog humping a table leg, he yearned for release. At one point the head of his shaft caught in the hole in her leggings and inevitably it gave way, ripping further. Now he was rubbing himself off against her ass cheeks, the remains of her leggings pressing down on his dick to provide delicious friction.

Still her deperately thrust, so close to both his own cum and her forbidden hole. James's angry cock was continually battering against and across her panties. By this point, Belle was coming around from her climax and began encouraging her father, "Yes daddy, do it! You naughty naughty daddy! Sperm your little girl!"

That was too much for James and he roared in both blissful release and frustration. Incestuous seed exploded from his cock across his daughter's underwear, onto her ass cheeks, into her leggings. "Oh baby!" he moaned, "Oh sweet Belle!"

He didn't stop thrusting as he came, shooting thick jism onto every inch of her behind that he could, onto her pussy lips, feebly protected by thin cloth. When the flow of cum slowed, so did he, until he finally let go of his daughters wrists and sat back up. Taking himself in hand, he squeezed out the last of his semen, very deliberately, onto her leggings, before wiping himself against her thigh.

Slowly he staggered up onto the floor, standing up and idly slapping his daugher's ass as he pulled his pants back up.

"Good play baby," he said approvingly, like they'd just been in the garden throwing a ball to one another. And with that, he walked out.