It happened one night... The Girl.

Things were strained between Mum and Dad. I didn't really know how it had started... but I was aware they were on the brink of divorce.
That sucked!
I had asked Grandpa Joe, old and wise in these matters, if there was something I could do to help... he said that I should let them work it out for themselves.
But... of course... he could see that I was going to to go and interfere.



Mum had gone out to visit a friend...
We all knew the lie contained within that statement



The moment came suddenly... one second we were Father and Daughter, just sharing a hot chocolate together in the Kitchen.
Next minute, we recognised the sexual need in each other... saw the realisation that the other wanted it too... and, suddenly, we reacted to our need's and went for it...

He wasted no time, using his hands to spin me around and move me up against the table. He placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed my upper body down until I was bent over it, thighs resting aganst the edge, my head in the centre, cheek resting on the polished wood.

My bum was protuding up, out at him. Even through my jeans, I felt the heat of him against me, the heat of his thighs, the heat of his cock. It was pressing in between my arse cheeks, held away from me only by his clothing, and mine.

His hands slid away from my shoulder's, down my sides, then they were pushed underneath me, past the sides of my tit's and rubbing over my nipples until they cupped them. I was involuntarily lifted up and down slightly as he squeezed them, his knuckles pressing into the table, fingers pressing into my skin. Lifted and pulled back as he gently excited himself by rubbing his dick up and down my bum, the friction warming me.... I could feel him stirring, harder and harder, with the feel of me. Wanting me... I licked my lip's, nervous at this urgency that he was displaying.

Now his hands moved to my hip's, untucking me and shoving the T-shirt and my top up my body, up to my chest, then up and over my head and arms... only my bra remained... he bent down and kissed my skin, gentle, sensual... I gasped at the feel of his lips... I'd never been kissed like that... so soft! So loving! He undid my bra and laid the ends on the table. Then went to work on my jeans... pushing them down to my ankles, his followed and his cock sprang free. He set it against my thighs, it pressed against me, hot and long, wanting to go between my legs, wanting to get at me, in me.... I could feel his hands resting on my hip's drawing me back, pushing forward... gentle but insistant nudges that pushed the head of his erection further between my thigh's... wetness! on my skin!. He was leaking with excitment already! His pre-cum went onto me, rubbed in as his cock massaged a path to my pussy. I drew in my breath as I felt the head of it touch me... softly rubbing in one direction, hard and probing in the other...
It was both soft and hard... I bit my lip... this was my last chance to do the right thing, and say no!... I opened my mouth, but the moment passed as his cock opened me, entered me, and was altenately thrust and withdrawn, going deeper and deeper inside.
To late!
It was inside me!
My eye's opened wider and I exhaled in surprise... and I swallowed...
Dad's cock felt good!
Something so wrong, should feel bad... but it didn't!
His cock felt good!
I didn't want to stop him anymore.
I closed my eye's and let him continue.

He was bigger than I'd expected... we weren't big people, we were little, but Dad's cock felt like it was a whopper. I tried to guess how big it was as I took more and more of him into me... he felt so fucking big!
I started to gasp at the feel of it... he kept feeding more and more into me.
Big and hard, slowly thrusted, slowly withdrawn... deeper... deeper... deeper...
deeper... all I could feel was his cock, stretching out my pussy, as he put it into me.
Now he was against me, now he pressed in harder and thrust again, gaining an inch and a half more depth... as he compressed us together.
Again, again... harder, faster, settling into a nice slow pace.
The dryness inside me easing as I responded to how it felt.

Dad's pumping was gentle, but it still moved me across the table, breasts flattened by my weight resting on them. I was the smallest of my family, my boob's only looked big because I had a small frame.
The thing between my legs felt huge... I gasped onto the table top as Dad had his way with me... speeding up now, more insistant, harder, faster... the table beginning to push into my thigh's as he wanted to get deeper, became desperate to be deeper, harder, harder his cock was pulsing... my body was being pushed across the table... he was fucking me hard, so hard... it felt good, it hurt, Dad was pounding my pussy, hands pulling me back, so I didn't, couldn't escape the cock being rammed into me... the table starting to scrape across the Kitchen floor.

My hand's were flexing on the table top. My breath condensating. I was trying to escape... it was too much, too hard! so much cock! It was so good!... pushing my self backwards, Yes, Daddy, yes!, I was a little slut, wanting more of Dad's meat!... desperate to come on the end of his cock... wanting to come! Make me come, Dad! Pump my pussy!
Pump it!
I'm your slut!... fuck me!, fuck me!
Make me come, I want to feel you coming in me, too!
I could feel my orgasm!
I startedmoaning at how good it was feeling, wanting it, aching for it...
It was coming!
It was coming!
It was...
Dad stopped!
He lowered his chest down onto me and I could feel his heart beating through the skin on my back... his cock was flexing, flexing until it was stilled within me... his hand was under me, my tit was pressed into his fingers as they rubbed my nipple, my own heart, young, exited, beating wildly aggainst them...
I sighed... it was over!
I hadn't come...
I felt robbed!... disappointed...
It was over!... too soon!
Dad's weight on me was becoming uncomfortable. That nice hard feeling of having him inside me began to fade...
It was over.
What had I got out of this... nothing!
What had I done?...
Something wrong!
Bad Jennifer!

Dad used his arm's to lift himself off my body.
I braced myself up onto my hands as he started to withdraw.
It started to slither backwards, out of me... but, not willing for it to be finished, I followed it down, faster than Dad was pulling it out. I felt it tap the end of me again... wanted it again... once more... again, again, again! desperate for it to continue. Dad paused and I reached back down my body, towards him and indicated that I wanted more with my hands. He nudged in deeper... now I could touch the skin on his thigh, I dug my fingers in and urged him deeper again... urged him to go harder. My hands on him spurred him to do the things to me that I wanted him to do... I responded to it by moaning, begging him for more, once again the table scraped across the floor as Dad pounded himself against my bum.
Harder, harder... and harder still!
Pain and pleasure!
I could feel Dad building up to coming in me... building up... he stilled his body and his cock flexed, he was right on the edge of coming and I happily drove him over the edge
Dad came inside me, his rythym gone, a wild frenzied bucking of cock and body that had the table moving inches with each thrust, screeching it's way across the floor. I felt the force behind each thrust and pushed back at him to get the full depth of it, my own orgasm demanding that I do it... evoking a similar response in my body... he was so fucking good!
Dad suddenly stilled, but I continued on, not wanting it to stop. Dad muffled my moans with a hand over my mouth and still I bucked back aganst his dick.
"Quiet!" he said urgently! "Quiet, girl... listen!"
Then I heard it... a car in the driveway, tyres crunching the loose chip's of pea metal, stopping outside. The sound of the Front door...
"Shit!, it's Mum!"
Dad slipped his cock out of me and I got up, off the table...
His dong was wet and glistening... still leaking come out of the end.
We stared, in shock at each other...
"Quick! To the Spa Pool!!" he urged.
It made sense! Mum would be coming into the house through the Hallway, past Lounge and the stairs to the Bedrooms... she'd be back inside any second now!
There was no time to dash upstairs.
I grabbed up my jeans and undies and scuttled out to the Spa, slipping into the hot water as Dad followed me closely... he turned on the jets, added bubbles and we sank furtively up to our neck's in the water.
Staring at each other in shock, as we waited for Mum to come and find us...