Dot got her chance a few days later. Paul was ordered by his company to check a job in a small mountain community about two hundred miles north. "Damn… I'll have to be away overnight," he grumbled.
"Take me with you, Daddy," Dot said excitedly. "It's supposed to be so beautiful up there."
"Oh… I can't do that…"
"Why not?" Dot replied. "Oh, Daddy, it's been so long since you took me anywhere. Do you remember, when I was a little girl…"
But Dot wasn't a little girl any more. Paul looked at his daughter's lush figure, her solid tits and sleek, rounded ass. He felt a slow stirring in his loins.
Stop! his mind shrieked. But Paul wasn't listening. Something primitive surged in him. He decided to take Dot, convincing himself it was because he hadn't spent much time with any of his daughters lately.
Dot prepared carefully for the trip. When they started out in the morning, she was dressed modestly enough, wearing a neat little jacket and a skirt. Her mother, who had mixed feelings about Dot going with Paul, nodded approvingly to herself. Dot usually dressed in a way that seared her mother's frustrated soul.
But once they were well out of town and the sun started shining in her window, Dot shrugged out of her jacket. "Whew… getting hot," she said.
It was very shortly Paul's turn to get hot. Under the jacket, Dot was wearing a skimpy, almost sheer blouse. Sheer enough for him to be able to barely make out her pink-shaded little nipples.
But what was most disconcerting to Paul was the way the top of the silky blouse gaped open. There weren't really enough buttons to hold it closed. Several times, as Dot leaned a little forward, he was able to make out the whole of her right tit. Right down to the virginal-looking little nipple.
Paul's driving began to become erratic. He kept staring over at his daughter. First at her tits. Then he noticed that her skirt was slowly riding up her shapely thighs. Dot kept squirming around on the seat, searching for more comfortable positions. Paul caught glimpses of her panties. Once, a long enough glimpse for him to think he saw her blonde beaver flattened under the tight crotch piece. The panties were even more sheer than the blouse.
At first Dot's squirmings had been intentional. She was purposely trying to turn her father on, experiencing a thrill as she sensed his temperature rising.
Then the increasing beauty of the countryside caught her attention. She began to ooh and aah as the road gained altitude. Soon they were in the mountains, tall trees and grassy meadows on every side. Oddly, Dot's new innocence was more exciting to her father than her earlier conscious efforts to turn him on.
Paul checked out the job in the afternoon. Everything was going according to schedule. He would have to make one more check in the morning.
It was motel time. There was only one in the area, a fairly old place, but with big, comfortable, old-fashioned rooms. Paul tried to get two singles, one for himself, one for Dot. The manager started making noises about being all filled up, except for one room. Dot was delighted. This would make everything easier.
"Come on, let's take it," she urged her father. "The man says it has two beds. And it'll be cheaper than two rooms anyhow."
Paul let himself be persuaded. Frankly, the thought of sharing a room with his nubile second daughter was thrilling. He'd realized all day that his thoughts about Dot were not really what a father's should be toward his nineteen-year-old daughter. But here, away from home, the usual rules seemed a little blurred. His sex-starved soul and body appreciated the exciting nearness of the beautiful young girl.
He took the room. It was fairly big, with one double bed and a single. It had a separate dressing room, tucked into a little alcove, with no door, just an arch leading into it from the main room. The bathroom was on its other side.
Now that it was time for bed, Dot began her big play. Her stomach fluttered nervously. She knew she was planning on doing something that all society said was forbidden, wrong. But the very forbiddenness of it strangely excited her perverse little soul. She kept telling herself she was doing it for the good of her family.
Paul undressed in the bathroom and put on his pajamas while Dot was still unpacking in the bedroom. Paul hardly dared look at himself in the bathroom mirror. His cock was half-hard.
Then it was Dot's turn. She chose to undress in the dressing room. Mostly because she'd noticed there was a big full-length mirror near the entrance that let anyone from the general area of her father's bed see into most of the dressing room. Dot could tantalize Paul and pretend innocence.
Paul tried to look away as his daughter undressed. But a flash of pink skin in the mirror chew his hungry gaze like a magnet. Dot had taken off her blouse. Paul stared. God damn, the girl had gorgeous tits! Paul watched his daughter's solid knockers sway and twitch as she moved. The nipples danced and jerked.
Then she bent to slip out of her skirt. It fell in a puddle of cloth at her feet. Now Dot was wearing nothing but her panties. She left them on awhile, knowing her half-nudity would make her father ache to see more.
Picking up a bottle of lotion, Dot began stroking it into her skin. She paid particular attention to her tits, rubbing the lotion in a long time. The twin, pink-tipped mounds gave and changed shape under her massaging fingers. The nipples even plumped up a little as her fingers grazed over their rubbery pinkness.
Then Dot hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her hips. Watching from the other room, staring into the mirror as he pretended to be asleep, Paul felt his breath suck in. He waited for the girl to straighten up so he could see her cunt. When she did, he saw that her beaver was indeed blonde, a perfect fluffy little golden triangle.
Dot rubbed lotion into her thighs. She had to open her legs a little. Paul caught a glimpse of pink cunt-flesh, the girl's pussy-slit. His cock started throbbing inside his pajamas. He was thankful they were loose.
Finally, Dot pulled on her robe and came into the bedroom. Paul rolled over the other way. He heard the creak of bedsprings. Then the rustle of blankets. Only then did Paul roll back over.
"Oh, Daddy… I'm so tired," Dot sighed. "I'm not used to being in a car so much."
The girl let a long moment pass. "Do you think you could rub my back a little? I don't know if I can get to sleep, it hurts so much."
Paul stiffened. The last thing his excited mind needed was the thought of actually laying hands on his daughter's lush little body. But it was tempting… so tempting.
Paul rolled out of bed as he heard Dot toll over onto her stomach. He was glad she was facing away, because his half-erection was tenting out the front of his pants. He approached his daughter's blanket-covered form, such a small little huddle.
Then he stopped dead. Dot's robe was lying on the floor next to the bed. And he remembered she had put nothing on underneath it before she came into the bedroom.
His daughter was naked in bed!
Paul almost went back to his own bed. But Dot stirred under the covers. "Daddy? Aren't you going to rub me?"
Paul swallowed hard. He sat on the edge of Dot's bed. He had given her the double. He had to move over a little to reach her.
Slowly Paul pulled the blankets down. Dot's naked shoulders and upper part of her back lay below him, pink and naked, smooth-skinned, young and taut.
"Mmmmmmm," Dot sighed as her father's hands began to knead her shoulders.
They felt so nice. With luck, she'd feel them on her tits soon, and maybe her cunt. A thrill of perverse desire ran through the eager girl.
"Do you… always sleep this way?" Paul managed to say.
"This way? Oh, you mean naked?" Dot giggled. "Sure. It feels kind of good. You know… sensual. Do you always sleep in those silly pajamas?"
"Well… yes… particularly when I'm not alone. When I'm with someone like you, I think it's the right thing to do."
"Really?" Dot said. She sounded disappointed. "My friend Sally says her whole family runs around naked in front of one another. That they think nothing of it. Don't you think that's nice?"
Paul didn't answer. The thought of his three gorgeous daughters running naked through the house gave him goose flesh. He knew he'd probably go out of his horny mind. But what a thought!
"It hurts really far down," Dot murmured, referring to her back. "I guess I wasn't sitting right. Can you rub that part, too?"
That part! That part was right above her ass. Paul swallowed, and slowly pulled the blankets down until the up curving swell of his daughter's naked ass showed. When he leaned a little to the side, he could see her firm young tits, or at least the edges of them, squashing out under her weight. He longed to reach down and gently stroke their smooth roundness.
Dot sighed with pleasure as her father dug his fingers firmly into the small of her back. She wriggled sensually, causing the blankets to slip down a little. The crack of the girl's ass was bared, almost all the way down to her thighs. Paul knew if the blankets slid down any farther, he'd be able to see the back of her pussy. He pulled his hands nervously away.
"Will that do?" he asked, his voice hard to control. He wanted to see, to touch that sweet young pussy more than anything in the world. But he didn't dare.
"Thanks, Daddy," Dot sighed, rolling over.
Paul caught a glimpse of her shapely, naked tits before she pulled the blankets up over them. Paul knew he should go back to his bed, but it was hard to make himself move. He could sense his daughter's warm body under the covers.
"You having a good time up here?" he asked inanely.
His hand stole out and started stroking his daughter's forehead. He suddenly remembered he used to do this when Dot was a little girl. He also remembered that the girl had always had a strange erotic effect on him, even when she was small. It was just Dot's nature. Which was maybe why he'd ignored her for so long.
"Oh… I love the mountains," Dot murmured. But she wasn't paying any more attention to her words than he was to his. Dot settled down in the bed. The coven slipped a little, baring most of her tits.
Paul began stroking the girl's face and neck. His fingers were just a few inches above the soft up swell of her firm tits. Something snapped in Paul. He knew he was going to touch those tits, and Dot knew it, too. And he knew she knew.
Paul's hand slipped down over his daughter's upper chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, to make it easier for him to do what he wanted to do. Paul's hand pushed the blanket down, baring Dot's tits, baring her body to below the waist. Any further than that, he wasn't prepared to go. Not yet.
Paul heard Dot give a slight gasp as his hand closed over her left tit. He almost drew back, but his daughter's eyes stayed closed. Then he felt her nipple growing, thrusting up against his hand. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like that happen. Helen didn't like him touching her tits. "Pawing them," she called it.
Paul began openly stroking his daughter's tits, first one, then the other. His cock throbbed pleasantly in his pants. Dot lay there, breathing a little more quickly, her eyes still closed.
"You like that?" Paul felt impelled to ask.
Dot's eyes opened, big and blue and dreamy. "Oh, yes, Daddy," she sighed. "I love it."
Her hand rose out of the covers and covered his, clasping it tightly to her swelling tits, helping it move sensuously over both the quivering mounds. Paul's blood began to heat up. It was one thing to touch his daughter's tits, but to have her like it, even help him!
"Get in bed with me, Daddy," Dot whispered.
Paul hesitated, but right at that moment, he would have done just about anything the girl asked. And he at least had his pajamas to cover his rapidly hardening cock.
Somewhat clumsily, Paul slid into bed alongside his daughter. He could feel her hot, naked skin radiating heat through his thin pajamas.
"Can't you take those silly things off?" Dot urged.
Sighing, Paul shrugged out of his pajamas. He'd have never done it if the blankets hadn't been hiding both their bodies.
When they were naked, Dot squirmed closer to him. He felt one bare tit digging into his upper arm. "Can you touch me some more?" Dot asked softly. "I love to be touched."
Paul took the girl in his arms. He wasn't sure just where all this was leading, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the comforting feel of this affectionate young girl in his arms. It had been so long since he'd felt any tenderness. That the girl was his own daughter bothered him. Only the fact it didn't seem to bother her made all this illicit fondling possible. Paul decided it was just fondling. Pretty daring fondling, both of them naked in bed together, but so far, just fondling.
Dot moved closer. She was lying on her back, her hips close to his. Reaching for his daughter's tits again, Paul rolled on his side towards her. His half-swollen cock slapped down onto her thigh. To his surprise, the girl moved even closer, her breathing speeding up.
Jesus! Paul thought. Could he be reading this right? He left his cock where it lay on her thigh, his hands roaming hotly over Dot's firm, upthrusting tits.
"Oooohhhhhhh," the girl sighed as her nipples began to swell with passion again. She writhed a little against her father's naked body. His cock began to swell larger.
Paul smelled the unmistakable odor of aroused cunt. It had been so long since he'd smelled it, but he recognized it immediately. Dot was sexually turned on!
Well, why not, with his hands on her tits and his rigid cock pressing into her soft hips? Jesus, but he wanted to touch her cunt! He had little doubt he could, the way his daughter was starting to pant. It was only the last vestiges of his conscience holding him back. After all, Dot was his daughter!
Oh the hell with that Paul thought. His hungry hand stole down over his daughter's quivering belly. How soft her skin was! Then his fingers were brushing through a screen of soft silky pussy hair. He reached lower, felt the girl's soft cunt-mound give resiliently under his touch. He couldn't feel anything but hair and soft mounded flesh yet.
Then something seemed to open up. His finger suddenly slipped down into a tight little crevice. Hot wetness surrounded his fingertip.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Dot moaned as her father's finger began running hotly up and down her ready pussy-slit. Having worked herself up to this forbidden pleasure for days, she responded violently. Her hips jerked upward, trapping as much of her father's roving hand as they could.
Paul reacted just as strongly. His blood began to boil. Quickly he slid his finger lower, digging it up into his daughter's tight little pussy-hole.
"Uuunnnhhh!" Dot's entire body jerked convulsively as she at last felt her father's finger up inside her horny twat. But she remembered the quick and brutal way he had fucked her mother. She didn't want that. No… it was time he had some training.
"Please… Daddy… be gentle," the girl whimpered, playing the part of the shy and timid virgin. While all the time her cunt ached to be stuffed, filled, raped.
Remorse flooded through Paul. Instantly he started to withdraw his finger, but Dot, reading his intention, reached down and clamped his hand tightly to her pussy.
"Don't stop! Just… be gentle," she murmured. An enormous tidal wave of tenderness swept over Paul. He had forgotten what it felt like. Strangely, as he felt tenderness for his daughter, with his finger sunk up into her twat, a little of the tenderness he used to feel for Helen was reborn. For an instant he was able to think of her with love.
But the tremendously alive young body quivering nakedly in bed next to him reclaimed all his attention. He could feel Dot's tight cunt squeezing and rippling around his intruding finger. Damn, the girl was tight!
Paul began to slowly finger-fuck the girl. She was so wet! Bubbling hot juices welled up out of her cunt. The girl's hips began moving slowly up and down, in time to his finger skewering up into her pleasure-tightened snatch.
Paul decided he wanted to get to know more of his daughter's lovely little pussy. He slipped his finger out of her cunt-mound and began sliding it slowly up and down the length of her firm little gash. With his finger wet with her internal secretions, it slid easily.
He discovered his daughter's clitoris, waiting tremblingly at the top of her slit. "Oooohhhh…" Dot moaned as her father began manipulating the quivering little love-bud. Oh, he made it all feel so good!
Years before, Paul had been an accomplished lover. He could wring pleasure from a woman's body the way a pianist could wring notes from a piano. He began to remember, his finger busy up inside Dot's pussy-slit, his mouth moving towards her tits to suck her rock-hard nipples.
Dot's eyes opened wide in wonder. She had never expected such ecstasy. The thrill, the excitement of doing the forbidden – fucking her own father – had seemed enough. Now, her whole body thrilled to the feel of his inspired love-making. And they weren't even fucking yet!
Paul pulled down the blankets. The room lights were still on. He moved his head away from his daughter's tits, leaving the fever-pink nipples wet with his saliva. He stared down at her cunt, at the blonde, curled pussy hair. Saw his own finger moving slowly up and down the bright gash of her pussy-slit. Watched the girl's lovely young body writhing in pleasure. Her skin was so pearly, so soft, shiny in the muted lighting.
He had to get closer! Paul suddenly raised the girl's legs, draping them over his body. Now, his loins were pressing upward against the underside of the girl's thighs, and her ass. He felt his cock slip a little way up into the tight crack between her firm buttocks.
Oh, God, his cock was so close to that sweet young cunt! Paul helped his daughter spread her legs. Her soft thighs moved against his hip, her knees bent as her legs trailed over his body.
With her legs apart, Paul reached down Dot's pussy-slit. At the bottom, his fingers met the swollen tip of his cock, pressing up from below.
Jesus, his cock was close to her cunt! And he suddenly knew it was going to get a lot closer. That it was going to slip up inside that tight hot channel. He was going to fuck his own daughter!
"Oooohhhhh… Daddy… Daddy… Daddy!" Dot whimpered.
Her father's fingers were still sliding up and down her pussy-slit. He was tickling her clit, making it swell huge with passion. But as good as that felt, she was more aware of his bloated cock-tip pressing up from below.
The mushroom-shaped head was at the base of her slit, just above her puckering asshole. Another half-inch and it would touch her pussy-hole!
Aflame with passion, Dot wriggled her ass lower. Her father's cock-tip caught at the opening to her cunt. She moved her hips lower. The mushroom shaped prick-head slid at least half an inch up into her cock-starved cunt.
Paul gasped. The shock of feeling his cock actually starting up into his lovely young daughter's hot, ready cunt was overwhelming. He couldn't have held back then even if he'd wanted to. He squirmed his own loins in closer, driving his cock higher.
"Uunnngghhh!" he moaned as tight, hot cunt-flesh wedged down around his wildly sensitive cock-tip.
Paul pried his daughter's cunt-lips apart with his finger. Hot pussy-juice smeared all over his fingertips. He rubbed them on his cock, making it as slippery as possible. The whole joining of fingers, cock, and cunt was welded together in one hot liquid mass.
Paul hunched upward. He felt Dot's cunt flower open to receive him. His cock slid easily up inside. All the way to the far end of his daughter's hot, wet cunt.
"Ooohhhhhh, Daddy!" Dot moaned.
It was happening! Her father was fucking her!
His rigid cock was buried up inside her shuddering cunt!
Oh, God, it felt good! Such a nice cock, the nicest Dot had ever felt up inside her horny snatch. And such a nice way to get fucked, so comfortable, with her father's loins under her, his cock coming at her cunt from beneath. Her legs draped over him, and herself on her back, her tits, her cunt, within easy reach of his talented fingers.
Paul began fucking slowly, steadily up into Dot's squirming cunt-hole. Intense waves of pleasure rippled through his loins. He hadn't felt anything this good in years.
His hands roamed over his daughter's lovely young body. Her tits had swollen to half again their normal size. The nipples were big and soft, only the very tips hard. He squeezed the resilient mounds, feeling them give softly under the pressure.
Dot turned her face towards him. How lovely she looked! The girl's face was soft with passion, her eyes a soft ocean blue, her lips swollen, parted a little, her tiny pink tongue flickering hotly over their flushed surfaces.
Paul's finger slipped back into his daughter's pussy-slit. Jesus! Her clit, so small before, had swollen enormously, obviously demanding attention.
He began pummeling the sensitive nubbin, sliding his finger up from the girl's cock-stuffed pussy-hole, dripping with cunt-juice, slipping past swollen tender inner labes, to press at last against the girl's love-button.
"Ooohhhh… Daddyyyy!" the girl wailed.
Her cunt felt like it was on fire, spewing molten lava. Her father's cock seemed to reach all the way up to her lungs. And his finger flickering across her swollen clit was incredibly exciting. Everything was even better than she'd dared to hope!
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" the panting girl babbled. "Ooohhhhhh… ooohhhhhh… I think I'm going to cum soon!"
"Go ahead, baby," Paul murmured excitedly. "I'll be right behind you!"
His cock-thrusts up into his daughter's gushing cunt became faster and faster, timed with his finger-work against her clit. Dot was panting explosively, her body bucking up and down on the bed. He had to use his other hand to hold her loins pinned tightly against his. God, but his daughter was a hot fuck!
Paul moved one hand higher on the girl's body, right above the golden triangle of her beaver, right above the other hand so busy with her clit. He pressed slowly in, increasing the pressure inside. His cock pressed more demandingly up into his daughter's cunt.
Dot's eyes flew open. The increased pressure against her belly made her all the more aware of her father's cock, plowing steadily up into her cunt. The pressure was almost more than she could bear. Suddenly, an explosion seemed to go off far up inside her prick-filled cunt. A vast blast that lifted her ass up off her father's loins. He had to jerk his hips upward to keep his cock buried in the girl's suddenly spasming cunt.
"Aaahhhhh! Ahhhh!Aaaaiiiiyyyy!"
Dot wailed.
She bucked and twisted as her orgasm ripped through her body. Paul felt the girl's climaxing cunt working around his already hair-trigger cock, spasming, opening, then tightening desperately, obviously searching for his hot, satisfying sperm.
There was no way he could hold back. Not with what Dot's cunt was doing to his bloated prick.
"AAArrrggghhh!" he moaned loudly.
His cock swelled enormously up inside his daughter's cunt, the tip as big as a small doorknob. Shuddering and jerking, the big organ poured jet after jet of steaming jizz up into Dot's twitching cunt.
"Ooohhhhhh, yes, Daddy!" Dot whimpered with delight. "Shoot your sperm up into my cunt. Fill me with your hot jism!"
She reached down and began to fondle her father's bloated balls.
"Yaahhh!" he shouted. His cock drove even deeper up into her sperm-soaked cunt. New bursts of jizz rifled through its shuddering length, spurting deep into his daughter's hotly undulating body.
Both father and daughter slowly ran down, their orgasms waning. The nice thing about their position was that they didn't have to move afterward. As her father's depleted cock shrank slowly inside her sperm-dripping cunt, Dot sighed happily. It had worked out so well! Not only did she have the excitement of having stolen this forbidden fuck, but it was such a nice fuck! Something she wanted to do again. And again and again.
The girl's earlier motives of helping her parents' love-making were forgotten. The act now lived for itself. Never before had she had a lover to match her father.
Both Paul and Dot were a little surprised to find they felt no guilt. There were a few murmured endearments, some more gentle fondling, then the two of them fell asleep.
Strangely, Paul's last thoughts, as he lay with his daughter's soft, well-fucked body curled against his, was of Helen. For the first time in years he thought of her with tenderness.
And lust. He knew now he'd like to fuck his wife the way he'd just fucked his daughter.