Kink (Filthy Stories)

by Sable Drake

  He had known Storm had magnificent tits, but he'd never realized how beautiful they really were. He stood there transfixed, and he felt his cock grow hard in the gym shorts he routinely wore around the house. Then, slightly embarrassed, he backed away behind the door, and told Storm in a louder voice than usual that she needed to get up because it was almost noon.

  Storm opened her eyes with a smile. She'd already been half-awake, and when she had heard her father trooping up the stairs, she had positioned her blankets to show off her tits. Score!

  She had peeked through slitted eyes as Jim stood and watched for longer than any father should at his daughter's naked breasts. Even without fully opening her eyes, she could see his cock began to grow in his shorts. She slowly slid a hand into her panties and found that she was hot and very wet.

  A couple of hours later, Jim was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher while Veronica was taking a nap. Storm crept up behind him and suddenly dug her fingers in his ribs, giving him a brisk tickle that caused him to splash water all over the place.

  "You're going to get it now," he said in a teasing tone, and chased her into the living room, where he caught her and wrestled her to the floor. He used both hands in her ribs, tickling her furiously as she laughed and squealed hysterically.

  But Jim's hands quickly found Storm's unfettered breasts, and before he knew it, he was fondling them briskly through her shirt. Storm's laughter died down as she felt her father's hard-on burrow into her butt.

  They were both minimally clothed, both in T-shirt and shorts on the unusually warm day, and they could feel the heat radiating from each other's bodies. Storm had just showered and she smelled divine.

  "I think you like this game," Storm said mischievously as she reached behind her and squeezed Jim's rock hard cock.

  "Well, you started it," Jim replied, noting that Storm hadn't made any attempt to move his hands from her tits. In fact, she was humping her hips back against his dick. "But we'd better quit before things get out of control."

  "Aw," Storm gave a mock pout. "It was just starting to get good." Her tone turned serious as they stood up from the floor, their chests heaving with pent-up desire.

  "Daddy, I meant what I said back at Grandy's," she said as she put her body up to his and looked in her father's face. "Anything you want, any time you want it."

  "Soon," Jim replied, as he stared at Storm with a hot look in his eyes.

  "Whenever you're ready," she whispered. Then she kissed her father on the lips, slipped her tongue into his mouth and gave his cock a final squeeze before traipsing back upstairs.

  Jim followed his daughter all the way with his eyes, wondering how long he could hold out. Again, Storm returned to college with nothing more happening between them. They both knew now that it was just a matter of time.

  It was the next day, just before she left to return to college, that Storm informed them that she was planning to spend spring break at home. Jim's wheels started turning immediately, and his cock perked up as well. They only had to wait a few more weeks. Excruciatingly long weeks.

  * * * *

  They'd sort of waved at each other in passing when she got home for spring break, since Jim had to work Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights, which was his normal shift. So, Storm had gone out with friends Friday and Saturday nights.

  After that, however, Jim was off work until Wednesday afternoon. So when a perfectly stormy Monday rolled around, Storm announced at dinner that she was staying home for the evening. They both knew the time had come. As Jim was clearing away the dinner dishes, he hummed of one of his favorite old rock songs, Rod Stewart's "Tonight's the Night."

  The meaning was lost on Veronica, who was already on her third gin and tonic, but Storm looked over at her father and licked her lips lasciviously. He winked back.

  After dinner, Storm went upstairs and took a shower. When she came back, she had on her favorite nightclothes: a loose-fitting, short-sleeved top and baggy shorts. Jim also changed into his nightclothes—a T-shirt and a pair of ragged sweat pants—in deference to the slight chill from the storm outside.

  Veronica was sitting in her chair, sipping another drink and reading one of the latest bestsellers, lost in her own little world. She was oblivious to the sexual tension that had been building between her husband and her daughter, unaware of the fact that by pushing Jim away, she was driving him right into Storm's waiting arms... and legs.

  The NBA game lit up the television as lightning lit up the skies. Booming thunder followed fast on its heels, and rain pelted the windows. Storm hoped the power didn't get knocked out and throw a wrench in their plans.

  She reclined on the sofa with her head on its arm and her back to her mother. Jim sat on the opposite end, thrumming with anticipating that rivaled the rumble of thunder. Stretching, Storm lightly ran her toes up and down his side, sending shivers up his spine and making his cock begin to swell. When she drew up her knees and spread her legs slightly, her shorts shifted and Jim got a peek at her naked pussy.

  Jim stole a glance and slowly smiled as he saw Storm's juicy cunt on display. His anticipation grew right along with his cock when he noticed that she was already wet with arousal. Jim's arousal become quite evident and he had to cross his legs to shield it from Veronica's view.

  Storm smiled seductively at her dad and idly rubbed her index finger across her lips then sucked it. Jim groaned softly as he watched the lewd actions of his horny daughter. He watched as she licked her finger then slid it into her shorts.

  The clinking of ice in an empty glass diverted their attention, and they both feigned innocence as Veronica got up and walked unsteadily to make herself yet another drink. While she was in the kitchen, Jim went to the cabinet under the staircase where they kept blankets and pulled out a big comforter.

  As he passed in front of Storm, she reached up and gave Jim's cock a quick feel, then licked her lips as if savoring the thought of what they were going to do later. He just motioned with his head toward the kitchen, then nodded his head, sending the unspoken communication that when Veronica went off to bed, it would be playtime for them.

  Storm was still reclining when Veronica, sat back down, and resumed her reading. Jim threw the blanket over his legs and tossed it across Storm's legs and backside.

  Under the blanket, Jim and Storm stepped up their teasing. Storm put her feet in Jim's lap, and he began to massage them. She felt the heat in her pussy build. She loved the anticipation, but the wait was agonizing. Jim ran his hands slowly up her soft, smooth legs, while Storm's feet massaged Jim's stiff cock through his sweats.

  Jim's hand reached the edge of Storm's shorts and he slipped his fingers inside, getting his first touch of his daughter's hot, juicy cunt.

  Storm had to bite her lip to keep a lusty groan from escaping her mouth as Jim worked his fingers along outside of her pussy, then up to her swelling, throbbing clit.

  While Jim's hand was busy in her shorts, Storm's foot worked its way under the waistband of his sweats, where it lightly rubbed his cock. Jim felt waves of pleasure race through his body as her foot slid up and down his rock hard length.

  The more her foot worked over Jim's cock, the hotter Storm's pussy became. She confirmed her earlier suspicion that her father had a very, very nice cock. It was undoubtedly bigger than most of the cocks she'd had in her sexual career. She couldn't wait to get her hands, her mouth, and her pussy on it.

  "Daddy, I'm cold," Storm said as she sat and moved over next to Jim, ostensibly to cuddle under the blanket. Veronica glanced up and smiled drunkenly. She thought it was so sweet to see father and daughter share a loving moment.

  Storm cuddled all right. Once she got up next to her father under the blanket, her hand dove into Jim's sweats and wrapped itself around his cock.

  Jim squeezed his eyes shut as Storm softly stroked him, and rubbed the pre-cum all over its head. Jim's hand returned the favor, slipping under the waistband of Storm's shorts. He cupped her mound and rolled h
er clit, then slid two fingers into, slowly finger-fucking her.

  Storm's breathing grew ragged, and she hissed through clenched teeth as her father expertly fingered her cunt, bringing her close to a climax, then backing off. They were both staring daggers at Veronica, willing her to finish her drink and go to bed.

  It was just past nine o'clock, her usual bedtime. She had to get up at six-thirty to prepare for work, and she always needed a good nine hours to sleep off the effects of her drinking.

  At long last, they heard Veronica's glass tinkle as she drained the last of her drink. They quickly removed their hands from each other's pants and acted quite innocent as she announced that she was headed for bed.

  She bent unsteadily and gave Storm and Jim each a good night kiss on the cheek, not even wondering why the blanket covered the bottom half of their bodies. Veronica took her glass to the kitchen sink away and trudged slowly up the stairs to bed.

  "I'm probably going to stay up and watch this other game, so it'll be awhile before I come to bed," Jim called as his wife climbed the stairs.

  She just shrugged and made a "whatever" sound. There was a second game, a late west coast game, and Jim was known to stay up late and watch games on his nights off. He figured that, plus the sounds of the storm outside, would provide all the cover he would need to fuck his daughter without awakening his wife.

  As soon as they heard the bedroom door snick shut, Storm and Jim were on each other, their desire at long last unleashed. Their mouths pressed together and their tongues slashed at each other, as they wrapped themselves in a hot embrace. Storm's nipples seemed to bore holes in Jim's chest as they made out on the sofa.

  Storm climbed onto Jim's lap, straddling him as she bent her head to neck with her father. His hands squeezed and fondled her tits through the cloth of her shirt.

  Pulling his mouth from hers, he lifted her shirt and she reared up to give his lips and tongue access to her breasts. He sucked and licked Storm's nipples as he filled his hands with her tits. Her hips ground against his boner as they dry-humped each other.

  "Mmm! God, Daddy, I want you so bad," Storm panted. "Take me upstairs to my bed and fuck the hell out of me. You can do anything you want to me, just fuck me!"

  "Oh, don't worry about that," Jim growled in a voice thick with passion. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked, then I'm gonna fuck you again. Over and over and over."

  They kissed again, madly, wantonly, with utter abandon. When they broke their embrace this time, however, Jim took a deep breath, then rolled from underneath Storm's body. Storm stared at him hotly, as he struggled to regain his composure.

  "Go up to your room, and I'll meet you there in a minute," Jim said in a shaky voice. "I'm going to check on Veronica, make sure she's out."

  As expected, Jim's wife was already sawing logs, dead to the world. Jim felt his cock lurch as the implications became clear. He really was going to do it. He was going to fuck his slut daughter and fuck her but good.

  He had not one ounce of regret. In the weeks since Storm's last visit, he'd made an all-out last-ditch effort to reignite a sex life with his wife. Not only had she brushed him off, but she had done so with derision and outright scorn. So, his conscience was clear. He'd done his best, and he wasn't going to try again. He'd take his appetites to someone who appreciated and reciprocated them.

  Storm stood naked in her room when Jim quietly opened the door and entered. The only light came from the small desk lamp next to her computer, and it gave the room a smoky, seductive mood, quite fitting for what they were about to do.

  Jim devoured the sight of his daughter's gorgeous naked body: the full tits, the flat stomach, the gloriously spankable butt, the dark hair falling to her waist, and finally, the thatch of pubic hair framing her swollen lips.

  Storm's hip was cocked to one side as she stared at Jim. He quickly pulled off his clothes and they came together, both naked at last, ready to consummate their forbidden love. She thrilled as she watched her father's cock swaying in front of him, clearly eager for her.

  Jim felt a shiver course through his body as he came in contact with Storm's hot flesh. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed feverishly, Storm's stiff nipples digging into his chest. Impatient with mere necking, they quickly progressed to more intense activities.

  Jim had something he dearly wanted to do before he got his daughter down on the bed. Pulling away, he dropped to his knees and put his face right up to Storm's steaming pussy. He inhaled her aroma as he slid two fingers in her wet hole.

  Storm threw her head back as her father began to finger fuck her while rolling her clit with his thumb. He moved his fingers around then spread them, opening her up to his gaze.

  "Beautiful," he whispered. "You have a beautiful pussy."

  Storm beamed at the compliment. She shaved the sides of her bush so she could wear a skimpy bikini, and she kept it trimmed a bit so that her thick labia were on prominent display, but otherwise she left it alone. Now here was her sexy father telling her she had a beautiful cunt. He wasn't the first, but his opinion meant more to Storm than any other lover's.

  Jim fingered Storm for a bit longer then slashed his tongue between her lips and curled it around her throbbing clit. He pressed his way in and brought his whole mouth up to her hot hole and began to give his daughter the benefit of his many years of pussy-eating experience.

  From her reaction, it was quite clear she'd not had the benefit of such a seasoned lover. For his part, Jim loved to eat a woman's pussy—It was what had first cemented his relationship with Veronica so many years ago—and he was good at it.

  Storm spread her legs a bit more to give Jim easier access to her crotch, and he moved forward so that he was all the way between her legs. He lavished Storm's pussy with licks, kisses, sucks, then slid his tongue upward and circled her pink asshole with the tip of his tongue.

  "Oh! Daddy!" Storm squealed, oblivious to anything but her own rapidly mounting orgasm. "You think you might like to fuck me there? In my ass? Like I said, anything you want."

  He didn't stop to answer with words, merely stepped the pace of his tongue. He wrapped his hands around Storm's hips and began to eat her pussy with the relish of a starving man. Storm grabbed the back of his head and humped his face as she climaxed.

  Little mewling cries escaped her mouth, and she felt a tremor roll from head to toe as she came hard, flooding Jim's face with her juices. Jim pulled his face away, but kept a finger in her cunt as her orgasm subsided. With his free hand, he steadied her legs, which were threatening to give out on her.

  When Storm caught her breath, she pulled Jim to his feet and embraced him.

  "Wow, Daddy, that was wonderful! You ought to give lessons to all those sorry frat boys at school on how to eat pussy." Then, she turned Jim around and lightly pushed her father onto the bed. "But now it's my turn to show you what I can do."

  Jim leaned back on his elbows as he watched his daughter drop to her knees between his legs and grab his cock by the base.

  She vigorously ran her lips and tongue all over the shaft, over the head, then slid her mouth over the crown and plunged his cock into her throat. She took two-thirds of him in her initial plunge, backed off a bit, then sucked the rest of him into her throat, her lips working at the base as her tongue rubbed his shaft.

  Jim threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of Storm's mouth working on his cock. It had been a long, long time since his cock had visited the inside of any woman's mouth, and the feeling was exquisite.

  Veronica had never much liked to give head, so it had been at least twenty years since he'd had a decent blowjob. And what a blowjob! Storm's mouth was hot and her tongue was everywhere as she bobbed her head up and down.

  Up, she brought her mouth until just the head was past her lips. Down, she plunged until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Over and over, she worked his cock like a pro, as sloppy sucking sounds filled the bedroom. Taking her mouth o
ff his cock, she let a big wad of saliva pour from her mouth over the head of his cock, then quickly plunged her mouth back down, getting his dick deep in her throat. Jim's whole body was trembling as he fought for control, his hips spastically driving his cock into Storm's mouth.

  Looking down, their eyes locked, and Jim felt a tingle in his groin at the sight of his hard cock in his daughter's slutty mouth. He put both hands on either side of her head, and was going to pull her away from him, but she just looked at him and kept right on sucking.

  "God, you... keep... that... up..." he grunted, with great effort. "I'm... gonna... blow!"

  Storm's response was simply to double her pace, furiously pistoning his cock into her throat.

  Jim felt a flash as his balls boiled over, and with a gasp, he jerked his hips up hard and surrendered the hardest orgasm he could ever remember having. He spewed jets of thick, hot cum into his daughter's mouth, and she worked her throat muscles frantically to swallow all of it.

  When the initial rush passed, Jim shot the last pulses as Storm pulled her head up, until just the head was in her mouth. She held the final spurts of cum, then opened her mouth and let the hot cream drop over his still semi-hard cock.

  It flowed down the shaft until it reached his balls, then she swooped her mouth back onto his cock and sucked it all up, until his cock was clean of any trace of semen. She brought her mouth off his cock, looked her father right in the eye and made an exaggerated show of swallowing the remainder of his cum. Then, she licked and smacked her lips lasciviously, all the time with a highly amused expression in her eyes.

  Jim fell back on the bed, his eyes wide and a big smile on his face. Storm crawled up on the bed and they maneuvered so that they were lying together, arms and legs wrapped together. They kissed leisurely, each getting an ample taste of themselves on the other's lips.

  "Now, wasn't that worth waiting for?" Storm asked seductively.

  "Absolutely! But if you think you're getting out of this with just a blowjob, you're sadly mistaken, young lady," Jim replied teasingly.