Part 2 of BASTARD, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!
Don't read this story until you have read the first part.
I'm sorry, there is only a glimpse of incest in this chapter. It will return in subsequent chapters. I don't want to switch categories because of one chapter.
Dallas dawn Smith is a gorgeous girl. So sunbathing in the backyard in the nude is a wondrous thing to behold. That's where Bill found himself as he walked into the backyard to get the beach chairs his wife had neglected to pack. They had turned around and come back to the house to get them. Dallas lay on a big beach towel, arms and legs spread eagle, letting the sun kiss her entire body, her pussy pointed towards the sun and the gate her father now stood at.
Her eyes were masked, and her headphones kept her from hearing Daddy walk closer. Bill stared down at his daughter, and bad thoughts ran through his brain. Dallas stretched her right arm and brought it down to her pussy, playing with her folds. Bill knew it was time to leave but couldn't; his feet were welded to the ground. Only a minute had gone by, but it seemed like an hour. Bill was about to break the hypnotizing sight before him and leave when Dallas buried her fingers into her wet, squishing Pussy and started to pump them in and out.
Her hips and hand were pumping in unison, and it wasn't long before Dallas started to moan and twitch as her orgasm approached. Dallas groaned and began to buck into a nice orgasm that tapered off slowly; she twitched now and then when her fingers kept touching her sensitive spots.
Bill crept over to the pool shed, picked up two chairs, and departed whence he came as quietly as possible. Dallas's headphone music could be heard clearly as he walked by. Bill went through the gate, and Dallas grinned from ear to ear. Back at the car, Debbie was getting out to see what was taking so long. Bill swung around the back and opened the trunk placing the chairs in; he slammed it and got back in the car.
"How long does it take to get two chairs, Bill? They were right by the shed?"
"Sorry, Honey, I got distracted for a minute, putting a few things away," Bill said in
as normal a voice as he could manage.
Debbie smiled to herself as her daughter's plan to bed her father was unfolding. Dallas has a month-long plan to get her father so worked up that he will sleep with her. Mom would not help or hinder her efforts as she had already tasted Dallas's sweet nectar last week. But that's a different story that I won't get into now.
Bill concentrated on the road as his mind replayed his daughter masturbating herself right in front of him. Debbie slid over and said, "What's wrong, Bill? You look tense?"
"Nothing, dear I'm just thinking." Bill calmly said.
"What ya thinking, Billy boy?" Debbie sexily whispered to him?"
Bill and Debbie have a great sex life, Debbie is almost more than Bill can handle, but Bill is well trained and well hung; thus, he always satisfies his lusty wife. Today his thoughts were somewhere they shouldn't be. On his Daughter, his little girl that he has sworn to protect from all enemies, foreign and domestic, so help me god.
Bill forced the images out of his mind and turned to Debbie, focusing on his sex pot beside him. Smiling, he reached up and slid his hand up her back and into her hair at her neckline. Letting his spread fingers get a big handful of her beautiful hair and slowly closing his fist to pull her hair into his hand and pull her hair slightly.
Debbie loved this move; she loved her hair pulled. It was so sexy. Bill forced her face closer to his and whispered, " Hey Deb, how about some road head?"
with a big smile, Deb bent down to his lap and mouthed his cock through his shorts. The hard cock that greeted her back was exactly what she was hoping for. Her daughter really worked him up. Now it was her job to finish what she started.
Bill weaved a drunken path down the road to the coast as Debbie assaulted his cock with all her might. She could lean over just enough to get part of his cock down her throat. The hard snap each time his cock passed her mouth and went into her throat was almost painful for Debbie, but she knew Bill loved it. He never lasted long when she created the snap point in her deep-throating skills.
That's the hard pop to go around the corner and down her throat. Debbie could make it a hard or soft pop, or if she got at the right angle, there was no pop at all. Bill loved a hard pop, and Debbie would make him come fast.
Bill's hand holding all her hair drove her down on his cock as he twitched his orgasm down her throat and into her stomach. Debbie finally hit Bill's leg a few times, and Bill apologized for almost choking her to death.
Debbie's smile was all bill saw when she returned from his lap. Wow, what a woman, Bill thought to himself. On the other hand, Debbie was terrified that Bill might find out what happened last week and faked her big bright smile with a little come dripping out the side.
"I cheated on you, Bill! Where the next words out of Debbie's mouth.
The car pulled over to the side of the road, and Bill's bright red face of fury showed all the emotions Debbie needed to know.
"You Bitch, you fucking bitch!" He screamed at her face.
Bill was so mad he couldn't even think. He took five deep breaths and pulled the car back onto the road. They pulled onto the coast road and found a secluded spot to park and talk.
"Talk Now!" was all Bill could say
Debbie had been going over how she would tell him the best and easiest story path for him to forgive her, but they all seemed so fake.
With tears streaming down her face, Debbie told her story.
" Last Friday Morning, I sat at your desk looking at the computer screen, bawling my eyes out. On your computer, right in front of me, were pictures of your secretary Penny, naked as a Jaybird in many erotic positions. All I could do was cry; I would never have suspected you of cheating. I fuck you to death every week.
A tired man doesn't stray from home, is what I always thought."
Bill looked at her and was about to call bullshit, but he bit his tongue and said nothing, wanting to hear the whole story before he decided what to do.
"My Plan was to dress up and confront you at your office, but you weren't there; you were all at the conference. Don was the only one on the 3rd floor when I got there, so I confronted Don with my findings, and one thing led to another, and I gave Don a blow job and fucked him in his office.
Bill was pissed. The anger was written all over his face, "Is that everything, Debbie?"
"Noooooooo! Debbie whaled into her hands as tears ran down her face.
Bill was stunned, but he needed to hear this story. "Ok, Debbie, spit it out. Let's hear the whole story."
Debbie told him about the ride home, how their Daughter had found her and told her mom that the pictures were hers, not dads, and how she broke down and bawled until Dallas got her in the tub and comforted her. One thing led to another, and her daughter kissed her, and they ended up making love; it was beautiful. Your daughter held me close and told me she loves me and wants to fuck her Dad.
It came out of Debbie so fast it made Bill's head spin he got the just of things but the part at the end that said Dallas wants to fuck her Dad was too much.
