In the week following the party, Dawn's parents never once questioned the story Doug and Chastity had concocted to explain their sister's whereabouts that night. In fact not a word was said about the party by anyone, although Doug and Chastity could think about little else after their encounter on Marcy's waterbed.
Both Doug and Chastity were afraid that their mother might just happen to mention the story Dawn had told her to their aunt. They knew that such an accident could spell disaster. Under heavy questioning Dawn might break down and confess everything. Neither Doug nor Chastity knew yet what Dawn had witnessed that night, if indeed she had witnessed anything. They were afraid to ask.
Having been brought up in the company of such a sexually motivated and open-minded family, Dawn knew something about sex already. Her parents had told her at a very early age about the fundamentals of sex, from a biological standpoint at any rate. Bill and Rena had promised themselves to explain sex to Dawn more thoroughly in the near future. At the moment she knew just enough about the subject to be very curious when confronted with something new.
Had Doug and Chastity known exactly how much their sister had observed at the party, their worries would have been considerably increased. Dawn had watched the wild fucking through the window far longer than she had let on and she had seen more than enough to keep her young and impressionable mind busy for a long time.
Dawn couldn't help wondering what was going on inside Marcy Palmer's big living room that night. Any number of questions came to mind. Why was Marcy sitting on the floor all naked with her legs up high in the air? And why was that bay's head down between her legs? Was he kissing her? Why was that pretty black girl holding that black boy's thing in bet mouth? Why were some of the boys holding their things in their hands and rubbing them up and down? And why were some of the girls rubbing their pee-pees and sticking their fingers in there? Why were all those people doing all those funny things together in the same room? Dawn's knowledge of sex was purely clinical in nature. She knew that the man was supposed to put his penis between the woman's legs. She knew that the man's seed made a baby grow in the woman's belly. But why was Rick Davisson doing that to Chastity? She wasn't supposed to have a baby. She wasn't even married!
Dawn couldn't understand why Doug got so upset when he saw her peeking in the window. Everyone had been enjoying themselves it seemed. She knew that there wasn't anything wrong with the tamp they were doing because Doug and Chastity and many of their friends were there and they wouldn't do anything bad. Why then were Doug and Chastity so scared when they found out about her? She wanted to ask but was afraid to. She didn't want to upset them again.
She struggled with her promise to Doug and Chastity not to tell their secret. She hated to tell secrets and was afraid they would find out about it if she did. There was also the unpleasant possibility that her mother and father would be angry with her for staying out so late that night and lying about it. If they found out about her little lie, they might get mad. But it was worth the risk to get the answers to her questions. She might be expected to know how to do those things, too, when she went to high school. She thought that it would be safer to talk to her parents some time when Doug and Chastity were out of the house. She would wait until the next weekend.
Dawn thought Doug and Chastity would never leave that Saturday night. Doug finally went out after getting a call, supposedly from some guys who wanted to shoot some pool with him. Dawn seriously doubted that Doug really wasted time playing pool on Saturday nights after having so much fun the week before at Marcy's house. Chastity sat around for another hour talking to her mother about nothing in particular. Dawn was about to give up on her plan when the phone rang again. Chastity answered it and talked for what seemed like forever. She announced later that Rick Davisson was going to take her to a movie. She ran upstairs to get dressed. By the time she got back downstairs, it was eight o'clock. Rick arrived at eight-thirty and it was nine before they finally left.
It took Dawn another hour to summon up her courage before tackling the difficult task she had set for herself. She thought she had finally found a way to start the conversation with her mother when her father entered the room. Rena dropped the magazine she had been reading and smiled warmly when she saw him. He had been reading the paper and sipping a martini in the den. He sat down next to Rena on the sofa and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Dawn felt that her problem was now compounded. It wasn't that she had any qualms about talking of sex with her father. In fact both parents always shared the conversation with her when they talked about such things. But somehow Dawn felt that this conversation had to be different.
While Dawn was carefully considering her problem, Bill was considering how good a nice leisurely fuck would feel that night. In Bill's expert opinion, Rena was looking particularly alluring at the moment, not that she didn't always look alluring to him. She looked soft and tempting in her white feather-collared robe and fluffy white slippers. Her deep green eyes had that bedroom look about them.
Rena moved close to her husband when he sat down with her. Rena enjoyed using her womanly charms on Bill when she wanted to excite him. As far as shows concerned, marriage could still be an exciting experience if both partners treated each other as loves whose affection had to be sought after and won. She still knew haw to drive him crazy with lust.
Bill put his arm around Rena's shoulder and held her close to him. She snuggled still closer and dropped her hand to Bill's knee. That was as far as their petting could go in the presence of their daughter, who seemed to be concentrating on her homework only half-heartedly. Bill felt his cock stir a little. He knew that it would stir more than a little if he had his way.
"Dawn, how much homework do you have to finish?" he asked.
"Homework?" she replied, looking up as if she were brought suddenly back from a daydream. "Oh, not too much," she said.
"Wouldn't you like to do it tomorrow instead of tonight? You've had a pretty busy day," Bill said.
"Tomorrow? Sure… I can do it tomorrow if it's all right with you and Mom," she said, still not paying attention to her own words.
"Is something the matter Dawn?" Rena asked. "You seem far off somewhere."
"Oh, I guess I'm just tired," she said.
Dawn wasn't quite ready to start asking the questions that bothered her.
"I thought you might be, Dawn darling. Why don't you just call it a day and go upstairs to bed? You can watch your TV until eleven or so if you wish," Rena said.
"I'm not really tired, Mom, I'm just…" she said, still unable to say what was bothering her.
"You're what, Darling? Aren't you feeling well?" Rena asked, concern in her warm voice.
"No, no, I feel just great. I guess I am tired… sort of…" she replied.
"Then it's settled. Off to bed. Growing ladies need their beauty sleep, princess," Bill said.
There was a finality in her father's voice that told Dawn to consider her plans upset. She would have to wait until tomorrow to ask the many questions that danced in her mind. She also got the impression that her parents wanted to be alone for some reason. She kissed them good night and went upstairs to her room. Downstairs she was not missed.
As soon as Dawn left the room, Rena opened her robe and let her horny husband feast his eyes on her boobs. Her tits were a feast Bill never tired of. Rena recognized his passion for her tits and always made the most of it. She knew how he loved to hold her beautiful jugs in his strong hands and mold them, knead them, sending her into a frenzy to match his own.
Rent loved to be loved, to be desired, loved to use her perfectly proportioned body to excite her man. She loved to open herself to bun, loved to do all the things tat constantly reaffirmed her willingness to do anything and everything to keep him passionate and hot for her. She had always found it easy to keep Bill hot and horny.
Bill knew he had a prize in Rena. She had always been a prize, sought after by many men. And no wonder. She was built like the proverbial brick shithouse. As if great looks were not enough, she also had a more than amply supply of brains and an insatiable appetite for hot cock. Bill had to admit, women's lib notwithstanding, that it was her appetite for cock that had hooked him.
He knew that she had started using that beautiful body of hers. Her parents had been hill folk from Tennessee, people for whom free sex was a way of life. Bill had met her during his first year at Etherton College. Rena had won a scholarship and was studying physical education at Etherton. Physical education was hardly a subject she needed to study as far as Bill was concerned.
Bill would always remember the first time he saw her. She was standing on the front steps of the women's gym, wearing black tights. Bill decided then and there that he had to have her. Her body was one perfect curve with infinite variations repeated in her thighs, neck, ass and legs. He approached her cautiously, having discovered in his short time at Etherton that some of the sexiest Southern girls were as fragile as blown glass.
He was amazed to find her instantly attuned to his wavelength. She knew exactly what was on his mind and wasn't a bit adverse to it. After a brief and meaningless conversation, he asked her for a date. She gladly accepted. That very night he screwed the living daylights out of her. He kicked her in just about every position he knew at the time. She sucked his dick and let him eat her cunt out. In fact, there was nothing she wasn't willing and eager to do for him.
Bill kicked her regularly for several weeks. He found that no matter how regularly he kicked her, he never got enough of her luscious pussy. Every time he fucked her, she seemed fresh and new to him. He had to do something to claim this wild piece of ass far himself. He knew that she was constantly being bombarded by a barrage of tempting kick requests from the many campus studs who prowled the place like beasts of prey.
Bill felt sure that he could hold his own against the other stiff pricks at Etherton. Still there was the outside chance that some bastard might take her honey-cunt away from him. It occurred to him that the only way he could hold her would be through marriage. It was a difficult step for a confirmed young woman-chaser like Bill Anderson.
He loved everything about the many girls he had chased and he loved the chase itself. He enjoyed using the super-masculine image he had cultivated to work his way into a woman's heart and then into her cunt. And he loved to observe the games, postures, and deceits his girls used to trap him into marriage. So far he had resisted all attempts to tie his hands with the wedding knot.
Rena was something different. She never had to resort to fakery or tricks to lure men to her. Every man that saw her knew instinctively that they were seeing the real Rena Lamb Carey. They knew, too, that this girl had what it took to keep a man happy. It was this pure, clean, natural attractiveness that worried Bill most if she ever decided to take a man in marriage, she would be gone from the field in no time.
He eventually talked himself into taking the final step. He proposed while she was sucking his dick one night, a move he couldn't help chuckling about whenever the scene came back to him. To his surprise she laughed and told him that she would have to think it over. Her answer came as an ego-deflating shock to him, such a shock that he almost lost bin hard-on in her mouth. Never in his experience had he encountered a girl who had to think twice about marrying him. His girls usually went out of their way to trap him into marriage.
It was months before Rena finally agreed to marry him. Bill came to realize soon enough that those months were a test period during which she evaluated his sexual prowess before committing herself to him forever. He had to admit that the test was fair enough. During that time they had explored each other until each knew the other's body like his own.
All this had happened when Bill was nineteen and Rena was eighteen. Rena was thirty-nine now and very much a mature woman. But neither her delectable body nor her consuming lust for sex had deteriorated through the years. Bill was amazed to see how some of the girls he had known and fucked in his youth had allowed their bodies to fatten and grow ugly. Not his Rena.
If anything, she had improved with age. Her body was full and mature and even more sumptuous than ever. There was something softer, quieter, more mellow about her body now. Her style was more poised and self-assured. She was like a fine and rare wine fit for the most discriminating connoisseur. And yet she still retained the strength and vitality of youth.
It was this amazing and ultra-feminine woman who sat next to Bill on the seat now with her familiar yet always exciting tits exposed to him. Her luscious boobs were softly surrounded by the white fluffy feathers of her robe. A hint of tan remained on her skin from a recent trip she and Bill had made to the Bahamas. The light golden glow of the Caribbean sun still rested on her boobs, contrasting with the pure white of her robe.
Obviously in the mood for fucking and sure of her powerful effect upon her man, she untied the sash that held the downy robe around her. She crossed her soft golden legs, letting the downy robe fall open and settle around her. She was totally exposed to him now. Her delicious pussy nestled at the juncture of her crossed legs like a warm furry animal.
Eager to share the softness of her, Bill nestled his face in the warm, fragrant crevice between her boobs. The silken smoothness of her skin against his face made him appreciate once again the loving care with which Rena had always taken care of her body. Her tile were as silken and firm now as they had been when she was a girl of eighteen.
Rena knew exactly what to do to match Bill's every mood. In fact, she often created his moods herself. This particular evening she had applied a trace of musk oil to her tits, knowing how the exotic and sexy smell of it always excited him. He sniffed the peak of her tit and started gently nibbling on it.
Soon her nipple hardened and stood out from her boobs surrounded by little points of gooseflesh in the dark circle of her areola. He licked the shaded circle and kissed her jugs around and down where they swelled and came together to form her deep cleavage. They both knew how hr liked to grease his big hard cock with Vaseline and fuck her there between her tits.
He held her knockers in his big hands and crushed them together, rubbing one against the other and thrusting his tongue between them.
Rena's breathing became deeper and deeper as he manipulated her sensitive boobs. He continued to fondle a tit with one hand for a while, exploring her soft upper leg with his free hand.
He in his hot hand up and down the inside of her leg, stopping only an inch or two from her cunt. Rena held her breath each time her fingers came close to the sensitive flesh of her twat. He took his hand off her boob and got down on his knees at her feet. Even her feet were perfect and wildly exciting to him.
Bill cradled one of her beautiful perfumed feet in his hands and kissed her toes, worshiping her as if she were a goddess. He took her toes in his mouth one at a time and sucked them. Rena wiggled her toes in his mouth while he sucked on them. While he sucked her toes, he moved his hand up her leg until his fingers were touching the curly auburn hair of her cunt.
After he had paid homage to her feet, he started kissing her leg. He kissed it all the way to her tasty cunt. His lips passed from the soft skin of her inner leg to the curly hair of her fragrant pussy. He kissed her hairy twat all over, taking the hair into his mouth and pulling on it gently with his teeth.
Rena leaned back in the sofa and spread her legs wide while he nibbled at her crotch. His kisses reached the puffy lips of her snatch. His tongue worked its way between her pouting cuntlips and played with the swollen bud of her clitoris. She shivered noticeably each time his tongue flicked across her tingling clit. Her cunt was alive with sexual fire.
Bill's balls were alive with the same fire. By now his cock was throbbing against the material of his thin knit slacks and begging to be released. His under shorts were already soaked with the hot fluid that his sexy wife was coaxing out of his hard cock. He reached down between his legs and quickly unzipped his pants, violently ripping open the fly of his shorts.
Bill's thick, swollen dong lunged out and bobbed up and down with the pressure of the hot blood pounding in it. Pre-cum dripped from his dickhead, falling to the floor in long strands and dropping onto the rug. Rena raised up and bent forward to see her horny husband's dripping tool. She had to suck an his tasty cock for a while.
Bill knew that Rena would want his dick in her mouth as soon as he had released it from the confinement of his shorts. She never could resist a hard cock, especially one as big and juicy as her husband's. Wanting to satisfy her craving for hard meat, he got up and stood before her with his hands in his pockets. His cock stood out in front of him a good nine inches. Rena licked her lips and moved forward until those tempting lips were almost touching his tool. Bill's muscles tensed in anticipation. Before touching his cock, she reached inside his shorts and pulled out his big hairy balls, letting them hang down outside through his fly. She reached up under his cock and touched his balls with her fingertips.
She felt his scrotum tighten when she finally kissed his slippery cockhead. She pressed her hot lips against the rosy knob, kissing it all over and flicking her tongue over the sensitive underside. She nibbled at his pisshole, being careful not to bite down on it too hard. She tickled his big nuts with her fingernails while she kissed his cock. Then she opened her mouth and plunged down onto his aching joint, swallowing his rod deep into her throat. She had learned through long and dedicated practice to take the whale nine inches of his dong into her mouth, and she sucked hard on the shaft of her husband's cock where it disappeared into a deep nest of black hair. Bill could feel her biting down on the thick root of his prick.
By now, Bill was more than ready to screw Rena. When he pulled his prick away from her sucking mouth, Rena got the message and sat back in the sofa, spreading her legs wide. Bill positioned himself between her legs and pressed his cockhead against her cunt. He rubbed his knob in the hair of her snatch for a while until her brown pussy hair was wet with his lubricating fluid then slipped his huge cock into her oozing hole. She moaned softly while he stroked into her cunt. He quickened the pace of his fucking, feeling his wife tense every fiber of her body. Bill felt his dick getting harder and harder, longer and longer as he balled his hot-fucking wife. When they were both at the peak of passion, Rena looked up at her husband with glazed, half-slitted eyes.
"We should be doing this in bed, not down here in the living room," she gasped between deep breaths.
"What's wrong with it?" Bill asked, not really paying much attention to her words.
"Doug or Chastity might come home early and catch us screwing," she panted in a brawny voice.
"Not much chance," Bill grunted, still fucking away at her. "Doug's still sticking his dick into some chick of his. He'll be out half the night getting his rocks off. Damn kid's a chip off the old block, Rena."
"I guess you're right, darling. But what if Chastity comes home early? You wouldn't want her to see us fucking, would you?" Rena asked.
"It wouldn't kill her," Bill laughed.
"No, I don't suppose it would," Rena said.
"Besides, I don't think we'll be seeing her till morning, Rena baby. I'm pretty sure our Chastity's out doing pretty much the same thing Doug's doing. We both know pretty well how she likes to get her kicks screwing around with Rick. We always encouraged her in fucking, didn't we? Sure. We've got plenty of time. You don't think Rick Davisson really took her to some stupid movie, do you?" Bill asked, still humping into Rena's cunt.
"No, that doesn't sound like the Rick we know," Rena laughed.
"Little lady, you worry too much," Bill said.
Rena wrapped her long legs around Bill's waist and was rocking back and forth to match his fucking movements. Bill had grabbed two handfuls of hot tit while Rena had thrown her arms around his strong neck and was hugging herself to him.
They were as close together as they could possibly get in their position, and they were getting hotter and hotter by the minute.
"You're still the same stud I married, Bill. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill my curt!" Rena hissed.
"And you're even hotter and better than you were when I married you, Rena baby! You've got a hot sweet pussy, baby! Take it all in there! Suck it in! Work those cunt muscles! Take it all!" Bill growled.
"Your cock's so big! I can feel it way up inside my belly! Shove it in! Fuck my twat! Push it up my curt!" she hissed in his ear.
"I will, Rena! You're a hot piece! I'll fuck you crazy, you hot-assed cunt!" Bill roared.
"Hush, Bill! You'll wake Dawn!" she whispered. "Who gives a fuck? When I fuck you, I don't care what the fuck happens! You know that! You're too much for me, baby!" he said, wildly excited.
"Yeas! Yessss! I know! You're the horniest husband a woman ever had! Fuck me! Just fuck me with your hard cock!" she said, rocking back and forth on his cock with ever-increasing speed.
"We're all horny in this tacking house! Me, you, the kids! We're all hot and horny!" Bill said, picking up his wife and thrusting his rod even deeper into her gushing cunt.
Rena tightened her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He held, her up on his long rigid prick.
"Yessss! We're all horny! We must be lucky or something!" she said in a wildly turned-on voice, bouncing up and down on her husband's hard dick.
"We're all horny because we like hot goddamn fucking!" Bill gasped. "The bays are horny because they've got healthy cocks! Chastity's hot all the time because she inherited your juicy pussy and your wild drives, baby! They're just like other kids. The only difference is that they're not scared of their goddamn sex organs!" Bill said urgently, stroking into Rena's wet cunt.
"I'm glad we raised them that way, Bill! I'm glad they all like to fuck!" Rena said intensely. "Fucking is such fun, especially the way you do it!"
Bill was about to unload his jizz into Rena's grasping cunt when the sharp glare of headlights suddenly shot through the window, illuminating the room with a cold white light.
"It must be Doug or Chastity!" Rena gasped, tightly wrapped around her husband's fucking body.
"Cocksucker!" Bill shouted. "I'm ready to shoot the fuckin' shit! Fuck it! Why can't those goddamn kids stay out past a decent hour?"
Rena managed a half-hearted giggle.
"I was ready to come, too, Bill. But hurry up! Let's get, upstairs. No, let's sit here and look natural! Where's my sash belt? Where's my belt?" Rena cried in confusion, easing her cunt off Bill's hard cock.
Bill was understandably reluctant to pull out of her clinging hole. Another stroke or two into her hot cunt would have brought both of them off. When he finally did let her down, Rena searched frantically for her belt. When she found it, she quickly wrapped it around her waist and tied it clumsily. She smoothed her hand over the silky robe, following the curves of her body, trying to erase the wrinkles she had made in the garment during their hot fuck.
Bill struggled with his hard prick. Even the cold water the intrusion had poured on their balling hadn't softened his excited rod or diminished the fire in his mind. After a desperate effort, he managed somehow to push his unyielding tool down the leg of his pants far enough to zip them up. He knew that his present state of erection would be obvious enough to Doug or Chastity when they entered the room. There was nothing he could do about it now.
Bill's horny mind flashed with images of Chastity's coming home and finding him sitting with her mother, a hard-on throbbing in his pants. He was so excited by Rena's luscious body that the thought of letting his daughter see that hard bulge between his legs raised him to even greater heights of desire, even though he realized how nasty such thoughts were.
Rena's hot wet cunt tingled and burned. She sat next to Bill on the sofa with her legs held tightly together as if to hide her horny state. She couldn't help staring at Bill's enormous prick throbbing in his pants. A patch of moisture was beginning to form at the end of his dick. She tried to imagine how he felt with that embarrassing cock exposed to whichever of their two children was about to walk through the door. For his sake she hoped it wasn't going to be Chastity.
She couldn't help imagining how she would feel if Doug walked in and saw her sitting there with wrinkles in her robe and a guilty look on her face. She knew that it would be obvious to him that her mind was on his dad's hard dick. She knew too that the heady aroma of her hot pussy was still in the air like a sexy perfume. He couldn't help noticing it. The thought of being caught in that condition by her son kept her cunt hot and alive in spite of her inner struggle to put off her emotions.
They sat together on the sofa for a long time looking like two teenagers about to be caught making out by the girl's parents. They waited and waited. The wait was excruciating. Bill's cock showed no sign of going down. Rena continued to look as lascivious as she felt. Still they waited. Still nobody entered the room.
At first they thought that Chastity was saying good night to Rick after a good screw. Then it occurred to Rena that she and Bill might just have been wrong about those headlights turning into their driveway. True, they were low headlights like Doug's Porsche or Rick's GTO. But then the neighbors had a sports car, too. Rena went to the window cautiously and peeked out. Then she turned back toward Bill and closed her eyes.
"Bill, Bill, Bill! I almost hate to tell you this!" she laughed.
"If it's what I think it is, you'd better not tell me!" he said.
"That's right, Bill! That was Pete and Jane Hampton pulling in next door!"
"Oh, shit!" Bill moaned, hiding his face in his hands.
"It's not as bad as it seems, Bill. You've still got that nice hard cock sticking down your leg and I'm in the mood for a good fuck. We can start all over from the beginning," Rena said, sitting down next to her husband and dropping her hand on his hard-on.
"Guess we'd better go upstairs this time," Bill said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I think I'll take a quick shower first. Okay by you?"
"As long as you don't take all night, darling. I'm ready to take your big cock up my cunt right now!" Rena whispered intensely, rubbing her hand over Bill's stiff dick.
Bill followed his wife upstairs. He was moved by the tempting sway of her well-trained ass to reach out and lift the back of her robe. He held it up over her ass, exposing her luscious full buttcheeks, watching them move in rhythm as she walked. He stared at the tuft of cunt hair that was visible down between her legs. He ran his hand between her statuesque legs, tickling her furry pussy from behind. Squealing when his hand touched her twat, Rena ran the rest of the way upstairs.
Rena ran to their bedroom and closed the door behind her as if to escape the advances of a sex-fiend. Bill laughed quietly and proceeded down the upstairs hall to the bathroom. He tiptoed past Dawn's door. The light was out in her room. He was more secure knowing that she was in bed fast asleep. Bill didn't need another interruption of their fucking.
He closed the bathroom door quietly behind him to avoid waking Dawn and turned on the water in the shower. Eager to get back into Rena's waiting cunt, he quickly stripped down, managing with some difficulty to get his pants down over his hard rod. He threw his clothes into a disorderly pile in the middle of the floor and stood before the mirror for a while admiring his physique.
Like Rena he had kept his body in perfect shape through the years. All the effort it had taken to preserve his masculinity was paying off now in high-powered honeysucks with his beautiful wife. Many of the men he knew were getting pot-bellies and going home at night tired and rundown, only to crawl into bed with a flabby wife and go to sleep. It was a curse Bill didn't have to live with. He had to agree with Rena that he was still the picture of virility, especially when he stood naked with a big hard-on jutting out in front of him.
Bill took his dick in his hand and stroked it a few times until fluid began to seep out of the head once again. Then he entered the shower, sliding the translucent glass doors behind him. He lathered up and showered vigorously, the warm cascading water and the ever-present vision of his wife and her hot willing twat keeping his hard-on from diminishing.
Bill couldn't resist the temptation to jack off leisurely for a few minutes. He soaped up his prick and wrapped his fist around it, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his spongy cockhead. When he was at the brink of shooting his wad against the shower wall, be took his hand away from his twitching tool. Then he adjusted the shower until it sprayed a hard sharp torrent against the head of his dick.
The water stung as it hit his sensitive prick, making his hard cock tingle and jerk all by itself. He leaned back against the shower door and arched his back a little, thrusting his dick out and enjoying the stinging sensation. He closed his eyes and thought about Rena's lovely body and how young she felt to his touch. He thought of the loving care with which she was probably preparing herself for him at that very moment. He could almost see her sitting at her dressing table, singing softly and carefully combing her soft long auburn hair. He could almost see her untying her robe and shrugging her shoulders, letting the garment fall back behind her. He could almost see her lifting her hair and letting it fall down her bare back ma soft cascade.
The more he thought about her the closer he came to getting his rocks off. He knew that the friction of the water on his cock could bring him off all by itself if he kept thinking about her so intently. Wanting to shoot his load into Rena's tight cunt instead of wasting it against the shower wall, he turned away from the hot tingling spray and faced the shower door, rinsing the soap off his back. He wrapped his hand around his cock again and stood there for a while with the spray stinging his back. Then he turned off the water quickly and threw open the sliding shower door. He stepped out of the shower with his hand still wrapped tightly around his stiff dick.
His daughter Dawn was standing there waiting for him with wide and questioning eyes.
Never in his life had Bill been so paralyzed and completely helpless. He hadn't seen the girl through the steamed-up shower door. He had no idea, of course, how long she had been standing there or how much of his jacking off she had seen.
He just stood there in shock, holding his hard dick in his hand and staring absentmindedly into Dawn's innocent blue eyes. When Bill's mind finally dared to start functioning again, he realized that he was in quite a predicament.
He had to assume that she had been able to see enough through the steamed-up window to wonder what he was doing in there. He didn't think that Dawn knew yet what masturbation was all about, unless, of course, she had been instructed by one of the neighborhood boys. He knew all about Dawn's insatiable curiosity about anything she didn't understand. It was a good trait but at the moment it was a pain in the ass for Dad.
Suddenly shocked into reality by the sobering realization that he had to extricate himself from the situation, he dropped his dick like a hot potato and grabbed a bath towel. He held the towel far out in front of him to shield his crotch from Dawn's obviously interested eyes, but his prick remained hard and excited in spite of his embarrassment.
He tried to avoid looking at Dawn. Dawn didn't try to avoid looking at her Dad. In fact she was very much interested in him at the moment. While Bill had been standing there in shock, Dawn had been staring at the big hard thing that jutted out in front of her dad's muscular and hairy body. It looked just like the big things that all the boys had had at the party, at Marcy's house. If anything, it was bigger than most of the ones she had seen that night. It occurred to Dawn that her Dad was just the one to answer all of her questions about that night. What luck that he had just been rubbing his big thing up and down in the shower just like some of the boys had been doing that night at Marcy's. She would just have to ask him about that rubbing business first.
She couldn't help wondering why he was trying to hide behind that towel. He had never done that before when he was naked. In fact nobody had ever tried to hide their nakedness from her. She had even watched her brothers take showers before. Her Dad let her watch him shave in the mornings sometimes. He sure was acting strangely.
Bill was feeling strangely, too. Now that the initial shock of being discovered in such an excited state was beginning to wear off, he found his mind swimming with feeling he couldn't quite understand. Perhaps it was the horniness that Rena had inspired in him in conjunction with the sudden appearance of his young daughter before him that made him feel so strangely. Whatever was the cause of his feelings, it was now undeniable that he felt attracted to his daughter. His dick burned and twitched behind the towel as he looked upon the sweet young thing standing there before him wearing only her pink pajama bottoms. She looked so soft and innocent, so young and tender that he couldn't help loving her more than ever before.
Real though his feelings were for her, he knew that he had to submerge them immediately before they took control of him completely and led him into places no father dared go with his children. Still she continued to look at his crotch, seemingly trying to see what he was hiding behind his towel.
He wondered why she was so interested in his dick.
He hoped her interest was mere curiosity unrelated to sex. Perhaps he shouldn't have tried to hide himself in the first place. On the other hand, perhaps his innocent daughter knew more about sex than he had taught her. The thought was a troubling one and he submerged it. He had enough trouble controlling his dick without thinking about sex in any connection.
"Dawn, honey, what are you doing in here? It's late, dear. I thought you were in bed like a good girl. What's wrong, honey?" Bill asked, trying to hide his confusion and embarrassment behind a warm smile.
"I couldn't sleep, Dad. I wanted to ask you some questions. You and Mom always say I should ask questions whenever I don't understand something. Is it all right, Dad?" she asked, looking straight into Bill's eyes.
Dawn made him feel suddenly ashamed of his horniness, which was steadily increasing rather than diminishing in her presence.
"Surely, Dawn. You should always ask questions. But can't it wait till tomorrow? First thing in the morning? It is pretty late. You should be in bed," he replied.
"Can't I ask just one little question tonight, Dad?" she said, looking pleadingly into Bill's eyes.
"All right, Dawn. One little question. But then you'll have to get right into bed," he told her, unable to resist her charming innocence.
"Okay, Dad," she said, obviously relieved.
Dawn started to ask a question but stopped before she had gotten it out, her voice quavering.
"What's the matter, Dawn? Forget that important question already?" Bill smiled down at her.
"Gee whiz, Dad, I don't know what question to ask first. I've got so many of them!" she said.
"Well, dear, you'll just have to pick one. Just one tonight," Bill replied.
"Okay, Dad, I've got one! What was that thing you were doing to your 'thing' in the shower?" she asked, looking at her dad's crotch.
Em gasped and felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden. He could hardly believe his ears. Not only had his fears of having been observed jacking off in the shower been realized but now he had to explain it all to Dawn. He sat down on the toilet seat and tiled to hold the towel over his lap while he collected his thoughts and tried to regain what little composure he had left.
"W-Why do you want to know that, Dawn?" he stammered.
"I just wondered what that was that you were doing, that's all. I saw some boys doing that same thing over at Marcy Palmer's house last Saturday night and I've wondered about it ever since," she said.
"You saw what?" Bill gasped.
"I promised not to tell, but I guess it's all right now," she said slowly.
"Yes, Dawn, it's all right. Tell me what you're talking about," he said.
"Well, I hid in the back of the station wagon last Saturday night when Chastity drove it to Marcy Palmer's house. I didn't know where she was going or anything. I just wanted to find out what Doug and Chastity did when they went out so late all the time. I didn't mean any harm, Dad," she said nervously.
"No, no, no, Dawn, that's all right. Just tell me the whole story," Bill urged, knowing that he had [missing text].
Dawn was looking straight at the head of Bill's dick when it exploded, shooting squirt after squirt of hot sperm into the air. The first shot hit Dawn on the lips. She was amazed that such a thing could happen to her dad's cock. She wondered how he did it. She dodged the following squirts from his cock and watched enthralled as he shot the stuff halfway to the ceiling. Bin closed his eyes and all but collapsed after his violent climax. When he opened his eye a few seconds late, Dawn was licking he lips, tasting the hot spunk that his exploding balls had shot at he mouth.
"How does that stuff taste, Dawn?" Bill asked. He couldn't help the strange dizzying, almost appalling feeling that stirred within him. There was tenderness in the feeling and a considerable portion of masculine pride. Strangely enough, he didn't feel any true shame about what he had just done to his daughter. Alter all, he thought, he hadn't hurt her.
"It tastes all right, I guess, Dad," Dawn replied. "What's this white stuff?"
"It's called sperm. That's the stuff that makes babies in the woman's belly," he said, patting her gently an the cheek.
"I remember, Dad, you told me all about sperm. But will I have a baby now?" she asked with a trace of fear in her sweet voice.
"No, no, no, Dawn! Nothing like that's going to happen to my girl. But you've got to promise Dad something. All right?" he asked.
"Okay, Dad, I promise! What do I have to promise?" she asked happily.
"You'll have to promise never to tell anybody what we just did. You can't tell anyone what I taught you about cocks and sperm and things like that. Don't tell anybody at all and that includes Mom."
"I won't ever tell, Dad!" she laughed gleefully.
The bathroom door suddenly swung open.
"She won't have to tell Mom anything, Bill!" a voice said intensely.
It was Rena.