A single Little Lie

Ryan

He was there again, just like he had been. The night was dark, and the tent flickered with the dying light of the fire. His daughter, Emily, gripped his cock in her hands. She was staring at him, with a lustful gaze. He was close to spitting his load all over her hands. The very thought of getting his sticky semen on her burned his cock like fire. His eyes flashed opened.

His daughter wasn’t there. His wife breathed deeply next to him, sound asleep. Ryan’s cock, however, was fully engorged. So much so it hurt. Precum already soaked through the boxers he had worn to bed. Had that night been a dream. Ryan shook his head – he couldn’t think like that. He ran a hair through his peppered hair and rolled out of bed. Sweat beaded around his chest, and his beer gut shook as he hit the ground. He looked at the flabby skin in disgust. 225 pounds of fat dad.

He needed to see her through – his daughter. He quietly snuck out of the room, as not to wake Susan. He stopped momentarily in front of his daughter’s pink door. It had a sparkly sign saying “welcome”. His cock throbbed in his pants. He opened the door slowly and closed the door behind him with a soft click. There she was. Her beautiful youthful face seemed peaceful, her eyes closed. The sheets were pulled back enough to see the lumps of her breasts beneath her tank top.

Ryan approached, carefully. Reaching out a hand and gently touching Emily’s breast. The lump beneath his hand, the curves, boiled beautiful anxiety in his soul. He pulled his hand away, and carefully lifted her shirt. There were her pert breasts, the nipples soft and dark against her white flesh. He dared not go further. His right hand grabbed his cock as he stared at Emily’s pasty white skin. Each stroke brought a fiery wave to him. His cock yearned for more than just his own touch. He remembered hers, from the dream.

Her hands were neatly placed above the pillow – her sleeping posture was beautiful. A single touch wouldn’t hurt her. He guided his cock towards her face and touched the head to her cheek. He gasped as the warmth of her flesh brought forth a pulsing wave of precum, which oozed onto her face. He gritted his teeth and pulled away, leaving a glossy paste on the side of her face. A bit of him!

Oh god, the base of his cock yearned to release his load onto her., He began to jerk on his cock again, each stroke building the pressure. He placed his arm on the bed frame to maintain his balance and stroked harder. His balls swelled with cum – cum for Emily. He stroked harder and harder. A roar of pleasure surged over his body, causing him to grunt, and stumble. His seven-inch cock jumped in his hand and tendrils of hot white cum burst from his head, as his foreskin lubricated his cocks smooth head. Cum spilled down his shaft and dripped onto the floor. A single tendril leaped from his cock onto Emily’s arm, draping itself over her skin, and glistening in the moonlight pouring through the window.

He came to his senses and looked down at Emily, whose eyes were open. He gasped, a shot of anxiety bolted through him. He stepped backward bolting through his daughter’s door. He all about slammed the door behind him. He slipped back into his room, his slick cock back ion his boxers, sliding around in the juices it still spilled from its tip.

“Is everything okay?” Susan asked.

“Yeah,” Ryan replied, “Its all fine.”

A single little lie – god if Emily saw him what would she say? Ryan crawled back into bed, wondering if his life was finally over.

Emily

She gently cupped her bare breast with her hand, relieving the pressure of where her father had touched it. It felt good. She felt his sticky precum on the side of her face, her heart pounded the side of her chest as she slid a finger over it, scooping up the liquid, and then sucking her finger clean. There was a beautiful salty taste that filled her mouth with longing. Her free hand slid down her body, to her aching clit. When she had opened her eyes, she saw his penis in all its glory, and then it had exploded, beautifully. She could smell it.

Her clit was already swollen and moist as her fingers passed over it. A wet well of extasy that drew a moan form her lisp as she touched it. A tightness grew around her hips, a deep desire for relief as she lay upon her bed. She squeezed her sex between her fingers, wet liquid spilled over her fingers as she gasped. She didn’t want her fingers inside her, she wanted her father inside her – she wanted to feel his cock thrust into her. Her body vibrated with the thoughts as her pussy ached for her attention.

She toyed with her opening, slipping her middle finger around it. She so wanted her father inside her, to feel his body inside hers – to feel the cock that gave her life throbbing with herself. She let out a moan and plunged her middle finger inside her in place of the cock she wanted there. Her juices spilled from her pussy as her finger delved into the velvet warmth of her body. She gasped and moaned as she rocked her hips against her own fingers. She wanted her father to hear her, to come back. She moaned a little louder.

She tried for a second finger, slipping it past her first. Her body pushed against it, squeezing her two fingers together as her body-built pressure within the bottom of her cervix like a balloon waiting to pop. Pulling all her muscles towards her center, between her legs. Her hand was all but soaked. A sweet release was just out of reach – a third finger or more speed. She denied herself, feeling the pleasure of denial – imagining her father on top of her, kissing her – suckling on her nipples with tender desire.

The thought coursed through her, and she slipped a third finger in. It was all she could take as she lifted her hips against the pressure within. She screamed as her pussy clamped around her fingers, pulsating around them. She let out a little cry as her moisture dripped from inside her. Her free hand gripped her breast, squeezing it to the near point of pain. Then her orgasm had passed, and she took a deep breath letting her fingers fall from her cunt, leaving a moist spot on the bed below her.