Love For Her Dad

Be it a sudden cramp or the on set of guilt, Penny realised what she was doing, playing with her best friends dads Penis. She jumped to her feet, sweat on her brow and stepped back into the make up table staring down at her hands, her palms sweaty, the smell of cum and hormones on her skin, the air around her stinking of sex. She looked up and saw him watching her, slightly confused, his penis stiff, trembling slightly, almost, twitching. He was confused, the animal between his legs was curious. It a sense it was a living thing right now, James may have wanted to stop but it was clearly wondering where those two loving hands that had been caring for it so well had gone.

Penny stumbled out of his bedroom, walking quietly down the hallway and back into Anne's bedroom, kicking the door silently and leaning against it breathing heavily. She watched her best friend lying on the bed asleep, the blind down casting only a dim glow under the edge onto the bed. Penny looked at the girl, born from the penis she had just been manipulating. Penny walked forward, crawling along the bed on her knees, and dropped down beside her friend, wrapping her arms around Anne's waist, dangling her leg over Anne's and pulling her close lying like two cats do, just holding on to Anne's body.

To James, Penny hadn't returned to his daughter's bedroom, instead she had room forward, now dressed in a Catholic girls school uniform. He didn't know why, it was his fantasy after all. Perhaps Penny had gotten changed quickly in Anne's bedroom and return to him, it didn't matter. Instead she was now ripping his business suit off, his mind no longer making sense as he sat back against the head board on his bed beating his penis furiously, still warm from Penny's touch.

The girl sat on him, ripping his shirt open, her hands exploring his body, moving around his chest touching and caressing him. Not particular skill in her touch, just the lust of a girl trying to seduce this older man. She rained down kiss upon kiss onto his mouth and face, reacting to his slight movements as he moved his hips against her crotch, her skirt riding high up her legs exposing her virgin white school panties. She wasn't a schoolgirl, she wasn't a virgin, he bet, but it was his fantasy, and as he lay here wanking, she was both of those things.

Now Penny was unbuttoning her white blouse, jerking her arms out of the sleeves of her jacket and shirt, the clothes falling onto the bed, out of sight, out of his fantasy. Instead she continued to ride him, her breasts swaying in her bra, desiring to be let out, teasing his eyes and mind to fondle them, caress them, touch and tease them like the mounds that they were. As she sat on his lap wriggling, playing with his belt buckle, he reached up gingerly, taking a breast in each hand and cupping them, applying a little pressure to each before moving his forefinger under the material, feeling the slightly rougher flesh of her nipples, still quite soft. Now they were hard, in fact, as he felt his cock start to stiffen, she was no longer clothed at all, now she was naked beneath him, her legs parted and wrapped tightly around his back as he penetrated her vagina, each thrust from his penis bringing small shrieks of pleasure from her mouth.

Penny of course came first, as was often the case in the male fantasy, and as her body tightened around him, he had his orgasm, although when he opened his eyes, his cum hadn't shot into her womb, perhaps creating new life. Instead it lay around his hand, pooling the odd milky white fluid strange for that second of bliss until he smelt its slightly odd odour, his body loosing the heat of arousal quickly, growing of course uncomfortable with the wetness around his crotch. And he of course began to feel guilt and doubt over his fantasy, fucking his daughter's best friend Penny.

For fuck sake, she had come into his room and played with his penis, even been willing to let herself be seen by him peeing. How man girls let him get away with that, let any man get away with that. Few, he thought, but was this, a part of his fantasy, had Penny really done this. As he turned off the bed side light and pulled the light sheet back over his body, he laid there in silence, still, ignoring the dampness and slight discomfort between his legs, and wondered, what if that had really happened, what it meant to be thinking those thoughts about a girl his daughters age, to actually enjoy it, to go through with it despite being married to a loving wife. He would be out the door if she found out what Penny had done, or possibly done. And James went to sleep confused, confused, scared and still aroused, never loosing that image of urine falling from Penny's crotch.

Penny sat beside Anne on the couch in the lounge watching morning TV eating Oreo Cookie cereal, her favourite type. She had put on that night dress as she thought some, well, Kate at least, might find it inappropriate to be walking around in her underwear while their was a man in the house. If only she knew, Penny thought smiling slightly, the tips of lips curled as she brought another spoonful in and ate it, noticing Anne switch the channel from a cartoon to a morning movie, something about a dog and a football, where did they come up with the ideas for this stuff.

"Penn, I was thinking we could go down to get me those shoes. I need to stop at the bank first but I want to get them before the weekend" Anne said turning the volume down.

"Sure, I need to pick myself up a few things" Penny replied raising her feet off the floor, taking her bowel and setting it on her stomach, resting her feet on Anne's legs. Both girls giggled but Anne didn't complain. She weighed less than her and it wasn't like a weight on her legs, more like when her cat jumped on her and slept for hours. Still, one thing that was uncomfortable was her view of Penny's knickers down her legs, the nightdress having slipped enough for her to see. Penny, oblivious or not caring continued to watch the movie so Anne looked away from her best friends crotch and watched the film too, wishing she hadn't finished her Cookie cereal so fast, thinking of going to get another bowel. There was something so tasty about it.

"Morning girls, not to hung over I hope" James said walking into the lounge, fastening his tie around his throat. This was mostly aimed at Anne, a clear view of her head, he did pause but continued quite naturally when he saw Penny lying there on the couch, her pink night dress revealing more than was appropriate, but less than revealing, if anything, she could be accused of teasing him had she not been like this anyway. Instead he continued getting his stuff from the lounge, snapping his brief case shut, fastening the bolts and looking for a shoe. It was beside the couch, next to Anne's right foot.

He crouched down picking it up, staring focus-fully at the floor, taking his shoe. But he couldn't resist temptation and as he stood with his shoe, he angled his head slightly and saw between her legs where the dress had risen further, revealing her knickers once more to him. In that instant, all thoughts of a fantasy or dream were gone, he knew he had seen those panties last night on her body, those hands now eating cereal from his bowel had spent a nice time around his cock, giving it more care and attention than he ever had, and he had spent years practising since he first learnt to masturbate. Her knickers were lacy, perhaps satin or silk but that was a guess, the last time he had brought ladies underwear had been as a gift for Kate, and that had backfired miserably. But he knew enough to appreciate the pair Penny wore, pressing tightly against her body, moving as the girl did. Stretched in places a little too far revealing the lines, those lines and folds he hadn't got to explore last night.

"Careful mum doesn't catch you staring dad" Anne joked staring down at her dad. James snapped his head up, fully aware now two sets of eyes were upon his angled head and he almost stumbled away, pulling his brief case along, pushing his shoe on. Anne laughed lightly, Penny did too, although for different reasons, it had worked, fuck she asked herself, what had worked. If she was honest with herself, she was flirting with her best friends dad, had allowed him to see her vagina, well, bits of it at least in the shadows. And she had played with his penis, touched it, stroked it then it had grown hard and come so close to shooting its contents into her hands. And beyond all that, she had just teased with him in front of Anne, and gotten away with it.

Did she like him? Did she want to have sex with him?

"I can't believe your dad was just staring at me." Penny said sitting up, adjusting her position on the couch until her legs were beneath her, her dress line now just below her thigh. Anne grinned looking at her best friend.

"Well your not exactly leaving a lot to the imagination. Do you remember Zoe?" Anne asked resting her arm on the back of the sofa. Penny did remember Zoe, she and Anne had been best friends for about 2 years, before Penny had gotten to no Anne. The three of them had become really close girly friends but one day Zoe simply didn't come around anymore. Penny assumed it was one of those things that happened, that eventually one got phased out, although she had never pushed Anne to tell her why Zoe never came around, and so the three became two, up until this day.

"Yeah I remember her" Penny answered looking at Anne.

"Well she didn't used to leave a lot to the imagination either. And my mum came home from shopping one afternoon Zoe had skipped college and came here to fuck my daddy. Nearly broke them apart" Anne said almost quietly. Penny stared at her for a moment, waiting for the punch line until realising it wouldn't come. She swung her legs over onto the floor and stood wrapping her nightgown tightly around her chest. She walked over to the mantle piece over the ceramic artificial heater. Anne stood quickly and followed her, stopping behind her best friend and wrapping her arms around her chest, holding her softly beneath her breasts.

"Sorry honey, I just, I lost one of my closest friends cause my Dad couldn't keep his penis in his trousers, I don't want to loose you too" Anne said softly into Penny's ear. Penny turned slowly in Anne's arms, resting her own on her shoulders.

"He has a weakness for anything in knickers" Anne said. Both girls started giggling and ended up rolling on the sofa laughing out loud, Penny feeling the pressure of the moment rolling away until the laughter subsided and the two girls lay together on the sofa looking at each other. Penny looking into Anne's hazel eyes, at her flushed red cheeks and the slight drop of perspiration rolling down her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and falling onto her nightshirt; Penny following its journey with interest, and worryingly, lust. Penny lent forward, reaching forward and touching Anne on the chest, feeling her breast in her hand through the night shirt, not looking at it, but into Anne's eyes, watching them, full of emotion and passion but no intent or fear.

"Anne, could you do me a favour, we need some milk honey" Kate said walking into the lounge looking into her purse. Penny pulled her arm back from Anne's chest, hearing a slight sigh leave her mouth as both girls stood in their night clothes. Kate looked up and shook her head.

"Well, it would help to get dressed first girls" she said taking a note from her wallet and placing it on the side table near the arch.

"I'll leave it there, just remember we need some for the cats as well" Kate said leaving. Penny glanced at Anne who was looking down at the floor and walked forward towards the stairs, not looking back but hearing the footfall as Anne followed her up the stairs towards the bedroom.

Penny shut the door once Anne was in the bedroom and stood still for a moment, before turning and walking across to her over night bag. She scooped up her party clothes from the night before and stuffed them in the bag, removing a short skirt and strap top, laying them out carefully. She was well aware of Anne watching her nervously but continued none the less, finally reaching down and lifting the bottom of her night dress up over her head, dropping it onto the floor. She gripped the elastic of her knickers, pulling them down next and finally unhooked her bra and let it slip off her arms, standing naked in front of her friend, her back to Anne.

"I was thinking, that may-" Penny began, hearing the door open, reaching up to cover herself as the much heavier footfall of a man entering the room replaced the quiet nervous breathes of Anne.

"Dad, we're getting changed" Anne protested.

"I need to talk to Penny" James replied, Penny unable to turn around, instead facing the window, revealing her modesty to the family's back garden.

"Yeah well she's kinda naked right now. You no mum wouldn't be happy if she saw you right now" Anne said, that tone of voice her father had used on her returned in equal measure. Penny, listening, dropped her arms to her side and turned around, surprising them both, and faced James, hiding none of her glory, her young breasts rising up and down as she breathed, the dark patch of hair between her legs radiating energy, well, it seemed to be radiating something, she thought to herself, both of their eyes kept flicking up and down to it.

"Well what do you want to talk about?" Penny asked calmly, one might have said threateningly, her eye focus drawing his.

"About last night, I wish to apologise to you. Anne, could you leave us for a second please" James asked. Anne looked at Penny, who nodded. Anne turned and left the room, walking towards the bathroom. James closed the door with his foot, locking it, and facing Penny, a grin appearing on his face. Penny stood neutrally, her hands on her hips watching him. She scratched an itch on the back of her foot with her toe, returning to her standing pose, although now the gap between her thighs was a little wider, her dark pubic hairs blowing slightly in the gap. However, through all of this, she stood passively, watching him, watching his actions and not deciding how far she might take this scenario, or even guessing as to what he wanted from her.

James walked forward grinning like a cat, stopping before Penny, staring down at her naked body. She was a few inches shorter than he was, Penny however not looking up, instead, allowing his eyes to look down, over the curve of her chest, the rise of her nipples, and the parting of her legs. He began touching her neck and shoulders like a shoulder touching, a china doll, barely making any contact with her until he was sure she wouldn't brake. Then he got more adventurous, moving his left hand through her long brown hair, his right cupping her cheek in his hand, Penny still almost rigid now, stiffening at his touch. She was sure he wanted her to 'melt' under his touch but she felt odd, strange, and a slight pain in her stomach, certain she knew what was happening.

"I'm so, completely, sorry" he said, trying his best to sound seductive, moving his right hand down the back of her body, feeling her mostly smooth surface, the odd spot or in-perfection on her skin, just the odd one, either way, it gave her a real feeling, a real girl not one of these pin ups. He moved around the base of her spine and felt the curve of her rear cheek, holding his hand still. He squeezed it gently, Penny stepping forwards slightly against the pressure, against his body, finally feeling the stiff penis pushing through his tailored trousers. Again, she wondered why she wasn't aroused yet, even slightly damp. I mean, she thought to herself, here I am, being touched, caressed, having my body loved and desired by a man she had harboured feelings for since an early age, she could feel that stiff penis pressing against her body, and he was inches from touching her sex; Wait, there, something was wet, oh, she realised.

"James, we can't go any further, not today" she said quietly. He just grinned, winking, he winked at her!, she thought. She granted him entry and parted her legs enough for him to push past the crack of her ass and up between her legs, seeing him grin, smile, then looked slightly confused as he pulled his hand away, staring at the red liquid on his finger tips; Blood, her blood, from her body. He stepped back from her nodding, wiping his hand on his trouser leg, dropping his hand away from her body.

"Your on your period?" he said almost as a question. Penny nodded.

"Can I take-" he began. Penny reached up, grabbed him by his tie and brought his head down, his lips meeting hers. She kissed him, smelling the odour of after shave on his cheeks, the too smooth skin of a freshly shaved face. But she held the kiss for several moments before releasing him.

"Lets just say, future, possibilities" Penny said and turned away, walking towards her clothes on the bed, leaning over the bed, her legs parted, giving him a flash of her moist vagina, turning her head.

"You still here?" she asked curiously.

To Be Continued

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