Katie and Randy

She could feel it building deep inside her, a few more minutes and she would explode all over the chair, not caring if her father were there or not. But, as she approached closer and closer to the familiar feeling of orgasmic release, young Katie was snapped back into reality again, forcing her to take her finger from her pussy, it still slick with her juices, and look up.

"That's enough!" the masked man said. "This isn't just for you."

All the sudden guilt came over Katie, remembering now the danger of the situation, that there was still a man with a gun, and worst yet, she'd masturbated, and gotten wet, and gotten close to an orgasm in front of her own dad.

"You! Drop your pants!" the man commanded as he pointed the gun at Randy, who began to protest, but only to give in, as he shot a guilty look at Katie, as both father and daughter guessed what was coming up next. He probably wanted Randy to masturbate in front of her now, Katie thought to herself, and all the sudden, was brought back to the feelings of shame and embarrassment she felt when the whole ordeal began.

Reluctantly, Randy dropped his pants, and got out of them, as Katie kept her eyes on the ground, remembering that this, after all, was her father, and no matter how hot a situation she'd mistakenly thought it was, he was still her father. There was no staring at one's father - especially at his crotch, no matter how turned on a daughter might be. This wasn't in any social guideline books, but rather, just the way society has accepted it, and Katie resigned to accept it, too.

"Look at how hard you're making him," the man said to Katie. As she brought her eyes up, almost like a scared child peeking into the closet at night and checking for monsters, Katie passed her father's crotch and stared into her father's eyes for a moment, giving him a look of guilt and then brought her eyes back down toward his crotch. With his underwear still on, Katie could see her father's cock poking against his gray underwear, his sexual excitement evident by his cock creating a tent in his underwear and a large, wet spot where the head of his penis was located.

Katie couldn't do anything but let out a gasp - lightly enough as to not disturb the quietness of the room, yet was loud enough for both her father and the masked man to hear. Randy, her own father, the very man who'd raised her, taught her to hit and catch baseballs, ride a bike and eventually a car, was turned on by her. Randy, her own father, the man who'd been there for her first date, for her prom, and had driven cross country to Washington, D.C., to drop her off for college, had gotten hard watching her masturbate. She felt something inside her. Was it guilt? For a moment, she'd felt guilty that she'd been turned on by the situation, but seeing how hard she'd made him, she'd realized she wasn't alone.

"Come over here and sit on him! Kiss him," the man commanded, perhaps ordering Katie to do what she would have done for herself anyway when at the highest peak of sexual excitement. Yet, something got the better of her; Katie began to protest, but as soon as she did, the man shot her a look that reminded her of the seriousness of the situation, and she gave in, torn between fear for her life, and the guilt of being in a sexual position with her own father, violating thousands of years of traditions and giving into the taboo most societies dared not mention.

Her feet almost wobbly, Katie walked over to her father, her eyes locked into his the whole time, having already preserved the image of his hard cock in her mind. Still, she didn't know what to think. On one hand, they were both turned on. On the other hand, she was his daughter. He was her father. This just couldn't happen in any civilized society, and because they'd considered themselves educated and well-read, this especially couldn't happen in their family. What would her mother think? What would she say to her father after it was all finished? How could she go on with her own life after this incident? Better yet, would she let her mind revert back to this incident and actually be turned on in her future masturbatory fantasies?

Inches away from him now, Katie swallowed hard as her father reached for her cheek, lightly palming it and looking into her eyes, comforting her as much as possible as the heat of her cheek penetrated his hand. Reaching for the few wispy hairs on her face, he moved them to the side and continued to stroke her face, as fatherly as he possibly knew how.

"I am so sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice desperate for forgiveness. "I am so sorry we have to do this."

She took a deep breath, and at that moment, knew she had to respond. Though, she wondered, was he more sorry that he couldn't do anything, or sorry that he'd gotten his cock hard watching her masturbate? Either way, Katie wanted to believe his words - every bit of them, and reaching to grab his hand, kissed it.

"It's okay, we have to do what we have to do," she whispered, as if such an intimate moment, a father and daughter moment, was not to be heard by anyone else. Letting a little smile escape her face, reassuring him that she wasn't upset, though deep inside, she was still confused, not knowing the difference and lost between the love and lust between father and daughter, and wondering how far this would go. How far would this all take them? Would they recover from this? Would their family endure?

Reaching for him, she pulled herself up and straddled him, sitting on her own father's lap, facing him. It was much like when she was younger, since she was a child, as father and daughter sat facing each other. But it didn't feel the same. First, she was naked and he was in his underwear, and second, he'd watched her masturbate. Thirdly, she was extremely turned on, and as far as she could tell as she sat down, placing pressure on his hard cock, still poked out of his underwear, he was also turned on.

"Oh, my God," she softly whispered as she sat down on his hardness, over his underwear, only a thin piece of cloth separating them. She could feel its hotness, strength and eagerness to break free of his underwear, and reminded herself of how inappropriate the situation was, she removed herself from the moment, thinking back to college again. Yet, she nuzzled his face, taking in his scent, and closing her eyes, placing her lips on his chin, readying herself for the activity she'd done so many times before. It all felt familiar, but this time, it also felt different. Was she repulsed as she was excited? Katie couldn't tell, but as she kept her eyes closed, Katie gasped out of surprised as she felt his lips gently placed on her. Taking in a deep breath, she began kissing him.

Falling further:

Warm, comforting and sexy. Those were the only words she could use to describe his kiss, as she sucked in her breath, taking in his, and felt his lips sucking on her lower one, his hand stroking her face. Her eyes were tight shut, remembering her first kiss and the many kisses she'd given and received since, but she also remembered that it was her father she was kissing, and for a second, guilt fell over Katie again.

Then, a tongue. He'd stuck his tongue inside her mouth, so warm, so slick, exploring every part of her mouth and she sucked hard into his mouth, clinging tight onto him, giving in to the kiss and feeling his heart beating against hers, her breasts on her father's chest, completely and utterly helpless at the moment. Even if she were to be told to quit, Katie probably couldn't have done it. She needed to continue kissing.

And there were other feelings, too. Down below, she could feel her father's cock twitching in his pants, pushed against her pussy, as she continued to straddle him, feeling her juices oozing out of her own teenage pussy and soaking her dad's underwear. Small waves of pleasure built upon her as they continued to kiss, her tongue now exploring his, occasionally opening her eyes to check to see if her was looking, only to find his eyes tight shut, lost in the kiss.

As if by accident and through muscle memory, she began to hump his cock. Slow, rocking motion on her father, with his underwear still on and soaked with both their juices. His underwear preventing his cock from springing free, but riding the shaft, wetting it from the outside with her own slick juices, seemed exciting to her, as she placed her hands around his neck and bounced, subtly and slowly, as if afraid to be discovered that she was enjoying this.

"Hmmmmm," she moaned into his mouth, leaving him harder now, knowing that his own daughter -- young, sweet Katie was enjoying this make out session, and even worst, was getting wet doing so. He could feel the slickness of her juices on his thigh, as it ran from inside, and grew even more excited because of in. But inside of him was also a feeling of guilt.

"My daughter. My own daughter. And worst yet, I ..." he ignored his thoughts, and allowed himself to get lost in making out with his daughter, occasionally pumping his whole waist up, pushing his cock, still restrained by his own underwear, against her. How many fathers had ever done this with their daughters? How many daughters had done so with a stranger in the room, a gun held to them? The thought was erotic to him, too erotic, and Randy knew he needed to cum. He needed to shoot his load, whether on her beautiful face or deep inside her hole, drooling and ready for him to slide inside, it didn't matter. Randy, a happily married man, needed to fuck Katie. He needed to fuck his own daughter.

They were interrupted yet again, and came back to reality, remembering that there was a stranger with a gun in the room. Clearing his throat, the man pulled Katie off her father, and with a lusty look in his eyes, pointed the gun at her and, as if the anger were gone, began to speak softly.

"Now, make him cum! You both need to cum," the man demanded, lust and trembles in his voice. "You fuck her, now!"

The words shocked Katie as she felt her heart skip a beat, very much so like when she'd walked into the room more than 30 minutes ago and found the man pointing a gun at her dad. What shocked Katie even more was how wet she'd gotten, as she looked down and saw her lips were puffy, parted, and a constant flow of fuck juices flowed down her, running down her thighs. She could also feel her clit peeking out of its hood, even just for a bit. And her heart beat. Faster and faster as her throat grew tighter, and more dry.

"Oh, we can't do that," Randy said, almost drained from the emotional roller-coaster. "She's my daughter, I can't ..." Randy continued, but was cut short the man pointed the gun at his cock and with his anger returning, proceeded to give the 45-year-old man a verbal lashing.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't?" the man asked. "Look at you. Look at how hard you are! You want to fuck your own daughter! In fact, strip down!"

Katie began to notice again, secretly moving her eyes toward her father's crotch as Randy removed his underwear and stepped out of it. As he pulled down the underwear, his cock sprang to life, its purple, drooling head pointing straight in the air. Katie drew a sharp breath, partly because of the shock of having seen her dad naked and hard, and partly because she marveled at his cock. So beautiful, so hard, and for Katie, it seemed just the right size. She closed her eyes and let herself drift again.

"I can't do this, I can't do this," she thought to herself. "I want to, but I can't. It's daddy, and as much as I need to cum, I can't do this. I love my father, but not like this."

Thoughts continued to run in and out of her head, one second telling her it was her father and this was unacceptable, but the next, wishing she could cum, wishing he'd make her cum, wishing he'd fuck her. Then she drifted back to the guilty thoughts, scared thoughts, thoughts that things would never be the same. She then scolded herself for being turned on, and then reasoned that it was natural, only to feel guilty again. In short, Katie was in a confused and sexual stage, and Dad's hard cock, just inches from her, did not help.

"Oh, God, Katie, I am so, so sorry," Randy said, looking at her and then down at her pussy, as juice shined from it, and swore he could smell her sexual excitement. The sight of young Katie standing there, almost shivering and naked, her pussy shiny and slick, was too much for Randy. He needed to fuck her, but also felt a sense of guilt, feeling as if he'd exploited his own daughter.

"Daddy, it's okay," she whispered, her voice quivering as she said so. "After this, we'll be done and we'll be a family again." Katie meant what she said. She wanted to be a family again, and she was assure everything would be okay again, but the only word that rested in both of their minds was "this." "This" meaning a father-daughter sex session. "This" meaning Randy gliding his cock deep inside Katie. "This" meaning father fucking his own daughter. "This" meaning giving into their own lust and letting their sexual urges take over. "This" also probably meant keeping it a secret between them and never telling their unsuspecting mother.

"This" was here and had to happen, and Katie walked over to the couch and sat down, eyeing her dad, waiting for him to approach her, knowing that he was only a few feet away from her, but soon enough, would be inside her. Soon enough, she knew, they would cross the threshold, the line drawn in the sand between father and daughter. Soon enough, her father would fuck her.

"Just do it and get it over with, dad," she said, her voice detached as she spread one leg, flexing her knee, while her other leg rested on the floor, exposing her pussy, still wet and slightly opened, to her father and the stranger. She closed her eyes and waited for "it." She took in a deep breath, expecting the worst emotionally, but also knew sex, no matter whom with, would feel good. For Katie, this would be a roller-coaster ride. For the young student, this would be the duality of good and bad, incest and sex. She laid there waiting for "it."

She could feel his weight his he knelt down on the couch, and his labored breathing as he approached her, and let out a sharp breath as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him. Katie didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to acknowledge that it was her dad about to fuck her. She didn't want to admit it was incest. Was she turned on? Yes, more than she'd ever been, blame that on biology, but she also knew it was her dad, and no matter what sociologists said about family being a social construct, it was still wrong.

She gasped at his touch as he moved her knee to flex a bit more and leaned her face to one side, closing her eyes, readying for "it." Then, without any warning, it took her by surprise, as she felt his thick, hot cockhead against her slit, dragged up and down the valley and resting in front of her hole. He hadn't entered yet and already, she could already feel waves of pleasure built up inside. She could feel his pre-cum mixing with hers, and trembled at how hot his cockhead felt, and imagining what it might feel like burning deep inside her, gliding her to waves of orgasms.

But Randy had other intentions. Rather than pushing deep inside her, after resting the drooling purple penis in front of her entrance, Randy reached for his shaft and moved it back up, gliding up her slit and resting it on her clit, his hot pre-cum drooling onto it, pushing it out even further.

"Hmmmmm," she moaned as the cockhead touched her clit and opened her eyes to look at him, kneeling over her, his cock in hand and just inches from the entrance of her own pussy. Her own dad, grabbing his cock and gliding it on her clit. His beautiful, purple cockhead inches away from her mouth, and for a second, she felt a desire to take it deep inside her mouth, sucking on it, feeling the lubricant in her throat, the saltiness in her.

Her words, her simple "Hmmm," drove him wild, realizing that she, too, was enjoying this. Randy simply could not fuck his own daughter at that moment, remembering all the father-daughter moments they'd had; but in this sexual stage, his own thoughts dictated, this moment, too, would be added to the thousands of other father-daughter moments they'd created. He wanted to end it all. He wanted to call it off. But they'd gone too far, and there was no stopping now.

"I wonder if she wanted this, too," he thought to himself as he began rubbing his cockhead against her clit, making her jump and pushing herself deeper down against the couch as if to get away. She hissed at his touch, his cock vibrating thousands of nerves in her clit as her mind went blank, only focusing on the pleasure of it all, the pleasure of a father touching his daughter's clit with his cockhead.

"Ugh, ahhhh!" she very softly moaned, still aware that there was a stranger in the room, and that this was incest, yet she wanted more. She wanted to cum, and the only person available to make her cum at the moment was her dad. She needed to cum, despite that it was her dad and his hard cock kneeling at her crotch. It didn't matter if it was her dad, Katie needed to cum, and she wanted to cum now.

"What the hell are you doing, put it in her," the man demanded as he looked on from the other couch, evidently turned on by the father-daughter interaction. "Fuck her," he demanded, pointing the gun at the father-daughter, whose positions made them look more like lovers of different generations.

"I ... please, I just can't do it," her father said, continuing rubbing her clit and making her flinch her body with each rub, spreading their juices all over her clit. Though her father knew Katie was sexually turned on, he wanted to wait longer to see what would happen, he wanted to prevent himself from fucking her here and now as much as possible, he wanted to keep their relationship as was, if only for another five minutes.

"Dad ... daddy, just do it, please, just get it over with," Katie said, with the best intentions as she wanted the nightmare to be over as quickly as possible, but it sounded more like a beg, a beg to be fucked by her own father, a beg to cum by her father's cock, a beg to have her father's cum deep inside her teenage cunt. Closer and closer they're approaching the cliff, and perhaps they might even fall off together. Father and daughter probably didn't care at that point. A few inches from now, a few inches deeper and all dignity and father-daughter relations would be gone. And at the moment, with orgasm calling and minds blinded by lust, it probably did not matter.

"Do what?" the man asked with a sly smile, knowing that Katie had fallen in lust, and needed to cum. His mission had been a success. He wanted the young girl to beg to be fucked, and soon enough, he knew, lewd words the young girl had never even thought of would fall out of her mouth, and would forever echo in his ears and her father's ears. His mission, soon, he knew, would be over.

"Put it in me ..." Katie stammered. "Just give him what he wants," she continued, knowing damn well that she only meant to give her what she wanted, and that if the man was going to force them to fuck, that she would want to be fucked right now. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't, she reasoned. If he was going to force them to fuck, she was going to enjoy it, despite the fact that it was her father fucking her.

Complying, her father moved his cock downward toward Katie's now very wet, drooling hole, as her lips part, and holding his cock at the entrance of her pussy, gently pushed in, feeling her opening up to receive him, his own daughter opening up to receive him, and as soon as he got all the way in, he would be back out, and soon enough, father and daughter would be fucking. Father and daughter fucking. Those words rang in Katie's ears and ran through her body, and to her surprise, it caused goose bumps and waves of pleasure, rather than fear and repulse.