Father knew something was off from the moment he pulled his old, loud pickup into the drive. It had been a long day and he was dirty and sweaty and looking forward to a hot shower, cold beer, and some porn before bed. All of that would have to wait.
The battered-looking Honda parked crookedly on the curb was his first clue. It was not any of his daughter's senior-class friends but he thought it looked familiar. As he pushed through the door, his big heavy boots stomping in the entryway he stopped to listen. The kitchen and living room were both dark and quiet and that had been his second clue.
He locked the door behind him and stopped to listen. Faint crying? But these noises were not of pain, quite the opposite he thought. This was moaning and whispering. His daughter's soft and giddy voice. He would know the sound her mouth made anywhere. A jolt ran through him and the hairs on his back and neck prickled up.
Dropping his gear in the living room and not caring about muddying up the carpet he stomped down the hall toward his daughter's room.
Flinging the door open, the sight before him filled him with very strong, conflicting emotions. Rage, anger, jealousy, and what was that...a heady twinge of lust?
Before him, the owner of the Honda kneeled at the foot of his daughter's bed. His precious girl, his perfect pretty princess, the unspoiled, soft love of his life lay at the edge of the bed. Fully nude. Her smooth, petite legs were spread wide and he could tell she was trying to give the man in front of her better access to whatever he was doing.
His daughter's shiny honey-brown hair hung around her dainty shoulders in a shimmery cascade. Her bangs though were plastered against her forehead and cheeks, flushed and damp with sweat. She was moaning, humming, and wriggling her hips. She was propped up on her elbows trying to look down at the strange man between her thighs.
The man at the foot of her bed was fully clothed but his jeans and boxer shorts were pulled down and bunched around his hairy thighs. His pale buttocks were round and doughy and flexed with a rhythmic, gentle rocking of what Father knew were sexual thrusts.
With one hand the man on his knees gripped his daughter's slight wrist tightly, angrily almost. His knuckles were white with the exertion. The other hand gripped his throbbing, wagging cock as he pumped it into his palm slowly. The father could see a grotesque thread of precum steadily pulsing out of the man’s angry red cock head.
The man’s mouth was on her nude, flushed chest and he was suckling at her breasts. Those tiny, puffy lemon size and shaped teen breasts. He lapped hungrily, grunting and muttering; dangerously unaware of angry Father looming behind him.
Father was seeing red. He could kill him he thought. His fists clenched and he could see himself snapping the smaller man’s neck and watching his crooked, rigid penis deflate.
But to his dismay, Father's cock was hardening in his jeans. Twitching and pulsing against the zipper. Reacting this way was vile he knew and he shoved his cock down further in his jeans.
What the fuck. His daughter, the one he had created with his cock and cum 18 years ago was being groped (gently albeit) before his eyes and he was hard, harder than he had ever been he knew.
And jealous? Jealous that another man’s lips and tongue were tasting the fragile, pure fruits that were his daughter's breasts. The high, firm globes that had started as tiny bee stings that Father had watched bloom into perfect, fun-sized handfuls.
Then, his daughter turned and saw him. Her eyes, heavy with pleasure found his own.
“Daddy!” She shrieked in surprise and embarrassment. She thrashed her curvy, perfect hips and kicked the man in front of her away.
The man whipped around, his cock still heaving and twitching in his fist, the precum dribbling out of him like a silvery glob of spider web silk. He uttered a guttural croak of surprise and tumbled backward, his jeans now around his ankles, tangling him up and preventing him from standing.
“Fuck man, fuck. All I did was touch and kiss her. And only her tits and face.” The man’s face was dribbling with sweat, pounding red and a terrified purple vein thrummed at his temple.
As Father crossed the room to his daughter who was now scrambling to pull her pink, fuzzy blanket over her nakedness he remembered where he had seen the battered Honda. The girl's mother (they had divorced 5 years ago) had recently hired a new yard man. This was him.
The father scooped his naked, protesting daughter into his arms. An easy task considering she was petite for 18 yrs. 4’9 and barely 100lbs, she was easier to lift than his tool bag. Father's big arms held her close to him.
“Tell me and tell me now what is going on here princess.” His voice was husky with violence and arousal. His cock heaved as his fingers accidentally grazed the soft and warm underside of her breast. Father ignored it as best as he could. She wriggled against his tight grip but he did not budge.
Father glared down at her, his face inches from hers. She stubbornly refused to answer him. Father was not phased though.
“What makes YOU think you can come in here and touch my daughter?” The father looked down at the man on the floor. He couldn’t have been more than 30 or 31 with a baby face and he looked very shaken. But there was something else in his eyes.
Father noticed the man’s crotch and understood. The bastard was shameless! His cock was still hard, bobbing and twitching against his belly now. “Little fucker tell me how you thought this would play out?” At 49 Father had seen a lot but never expected this.
The man scooted his bare bottom further back across the carpet and unsuccessfully tried to cover his persistent erection. Shame and excitement filled his eyes. Father thought he looked like a coyote, trapped but still crazed with hunger. Father realized this situation was arousing the man even more. Almost as if he had enjoyed being caught.
“I just came to hang out dude. I swear I wasn’t gonna fuck her. Just wanted a little taste man, ” he looked sheepish then added almost accusatorially, “She begged me to kiss her.”
His daughter gave an indignant half bark/half laugh but said nothing. Her breathing had settled and she was now warm and quiet but still fully nude next to her father's large, bear-like frame.
“You fucked around at the wrong house boy.” Father's burly arm curved around his daughter's soft, body even tighter. She didn’t try to pull away and instead shot a “Now look what you did!” glance over her shoulder at the man.
“What will you do?” The other man looked at him earnestly. The father recognized that look. This little fucker swung both ways he was pretty sure. The arrival of the father, attractive in his own right, was a delicious twist in this fucked up situation for him.
Father did his best to ignore the throb in his crotch. He was fully erect now, seeping precum. It was his body reacting to the strangeness of this all and nothing more he reasoned with himself. It had been at least a year or two since he had seen another woman naked in person after all. He turned towards his daughter.
“Princess, did he hurt you?” His voice was stern but he leaned down and nuzzled her neck softly as he asked. Something he has done with her since she was a baby.
His daughter, blushing again, shook her head no.
“We just kissed Daddy...” she said sweetly. Her little pouty mouth was so close to him he could smell her bubblegum breath. Then impatiently, “Am I in trouble?”
“Well, that’s still to be decided baby. Don’t you know that strange men should not be touching your...” his voice trailed off. He brushed his hand over her perfectly round lower belly and motioned to her pussy then said, “Pussy.”
She stiffened at the vulgar, adult word coming from her father. Father felt her skin warming up against him in a flash of embarrassment. She crossed her arms smartly and turned away from him.
Father felt the softness of his daughter's perky ass drag across the front of his pants as she turned. This move both enraged him and sent his arousal into overdrive.
Then as if she suddenly remembered something she whipped around, one finger raised and pointing at Father, the other clenched at her side.
“This is MY pussy and I will do whatever the FUCK I want with it. I’m an adult!” Her voice was high but lacked the anger she was trying for.
GODDAMN, that was it, Father thought to himself. Her little angry mouth, forming those naughty words coupled with the unobstructed view of her delightfully bare cunt lips and the jiggle of her tiny tits was a shot to the swollen helmet head of his hard cock, his hard daddy cock. He could no longer ignore the throbbing ache of his groin and this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.