And now I must leave, I need to attend to something with an urgency."
"Wait, wait," said Sarah. Let me just check I have it. 'Number the firsts, in stealth release, help unfurl, the steadfast beast, large purple pearl, think gentle practised encouragement, and bathe in that resultant spent.' Is that right? What the hell does it mean? These are getting harder not easier."
"I'm sorry, you know the rules. I cannot help. And maybe I forgot to tell you, but yes, each riddle gets harder, it's in the small print. Now, by your leave..." The Genie quickly dissipated, seemingly in a hurry to do something or be somewhere.
"FUCK!" Was all that Sarah could say. She suddenly looked at her clock and realised that she should already be in her car, on the way to work. "Oh shit." Grabbing for her phone, she dialled into the office and left a voicemail, saying that she had had a funny turn last night and felt really ill this morning, so would not be in to work. It was Friday anyway, so a long weekend would be nice. It would also mean that she could pop over and see her daddy, who didn't work Fridays. She walked back up the stairs pondering the riddle, oblivious to the leaking vaginal juice running down her legs. She needed to finish her shower anyway.
The fire crackled and heated the room to the perfect temperature. Sarah's back was nicely warm as she sat on the floor, resting her head in the crook of her arm, which in turn was resting on her father's leg. She reached for her glass of red wine and took another sip. It was a good wine, but by now was somewhat wasted on her, as her thoughts had again returned to the riddle given to her by the Genie. She still didn't get it.
She had been chatting with her daddy for most of the afternoon. He had cooked them both a wonderful lunch, they had then retired to his study and taken the wine with them. He usually smoked a cigar after his mid-day meal. It was the one vice that he allowed himself. Sarah always loved the smell of his cigars and was only too pleased to give her consent when he asked her if she would mind. They had then talked about various things. She was always surprised at his vast knowledge on many subjects. Today's subject had seemed to centre on religious beliefs and how God or the belief of a single deity had shaped cultures and countries and could almost always be attributed to the commencement of conflicts.
The conversation had halted a little while back, and both seemed to be content, just to be in each other's company. Sarah turned and placed a couple of logs onto the fire, then re-established herself back on her father's leg. Her brain unable to leave the riddle alone. 'Number the firsts, in stealth release, and help unfurl.' Set free an animal? What else could it mean, to announce, to publish, to liberate, to let loose, free of emancipation. Oh, I don't know...But unfurl, as in a flag, or unfold to help expand or develop?? This is hopeless, she thought.
She suddenly realised that she had been absent-mindedly playing with the wine bottle. Her delicate fingers were tracing the length of the neck, gently running up from the thickened base to the thinner more delicate neck. They traced about the rim circling before running back down again. She knew what she was doing and was quickly reminded about the Genie's comments. How did she put it, 'God it's like being jiggled about on the back of a running camel. Soft and gentle. Soft and gentle if you want to make me come forth.' Her fingers grasped the head of the bottle with a little more alacrity, and glided downwards, then upwards again. Her father grunted drawing Sarah immediately away from her reverie. She coloured in embarrassment, knowing she had been caught by her daddy, as she wanked the wine bottle. She turned to him, not knowing really what to say, but was relieved that nothing needed to be said. He was asleep. He snorted again, as if to confirm this. "Oh wow!" Sarah said quietly to herself. "That could have been awkward."
She stood and went into the kitchen. She needed a coffee and put on the kettle to make them both one. As the water boiled, she nipped to the toilet next door and had a quick pee. As she washed her hands, she was reminded at just how much her chest hurt. So, released the buttons on the top portion of her dress, down to the waist. She shrugged out of the sleeves and let the garment fall about her hips. Her poor new boobs had been abusively crammed into her training bra and flattened further by being bound with a bandage. She was desperate that her father didn't notice the rather obvious change in her physical appearance, but she could stand the discomfort no more. As she unwound the binding, she felt the pleasure of release and of the blood flowing back into her new appendages. She whipped off her bra to finish the liberation of her chest. She rubbed her hands over the plump mounds saying, "I'm soooo sorry girls. I promise never to do that again. I will just have to explain the change to daddy in another way."
Her fingers ran over the tormented nipples, immediately they sprang into life. She had forgotten just how sensitive her boobs were. They amplified the small amount of attention she was giving them and in translating that pleasure, directed the output straight to her vagina and specifically her clitoris. Within seconds, her nipples were large erections, her fingers rasped over the aroused flesh as her massaging, became gentle playing. Sarah's legs began to tremble as the pleasure exponentially increased. She sat down heavily upon the toilet, before she fell down. Surprised that by playing with her own breasts and nothing else, she was bringing herself to orgasm. Her breathing was already awry. Her heavy breasts rising and falling before her as she witnessed her own self-pleasure in the bathroom mirror.
Teasing a nipple between her finger and thumb, was all it took to create the crescendo that her body screamed for, as she cascaded down the slippery slope of her orgasm. "MMmmmmmm oh, huhhh, huh, oh fuck, ummmmmmm, yes." She clamped her bony knees together then crossed her legs as the pleasure kept coming. She bit upon her lower lip to stop herself from crying out, but in the end just couldn't hold onto her lustful moaning. "OOOHHHHHFuck. FUCK, ohhhh GOD!" Her body shuddered to a stop. Sarah let go of her beautiful alabaster appendages just as she heard the kettle click off in the kitchen next door. The water had boiled. She had brought herself off in less time than it took to boil the kettle. "Fuck, you horny bitch!" She smiled and quickly straightened herself up, before leaving the room, heady with the scent of her sex.
Returning to her daddy's study, he was pretty much how she had left him. He had perhaps slipped down the seat a little more, but looked content and peaceful. His cigar continued to smoulder in the ashtray and Sarah picked it up and put it to her lips to draw upon it. Her mouth filled with the heavily scented smoke. As she blew it out, she sniffed the air enjoying the pungent smell. Putting the cigar back down, she picked up his coffee and leaning across him, put the cup down on the small table. As she pulled back, she paused to look at her sleeping father. Although in his fifties, he was in great shape. His small goatee beard had a few streaks of grey through it, but his hair was almost devoid of any signs of aging. His broad powerful chest, was barely contained by the tight t-shirt, undone to a point where she could see that his chest hair was also lacking in grey hair.
His large biceps were, she thought, comparable to her thighs in size, if not bigger. And on both upper and lower arms were the tattoos obtained during his army days. She pulled back from the arms of his chair and looked down at his parted thighs, huge powerhouses of muscle, which protruded from his ever-present shorts. His tanned legs again adorned in places with further tattoos. Yes, he was a man of whom it could be said, was still in the prime of health. As she watched him, he snorted again and settled a little further down in the seat. Sarah could not help herself from appraising the last part of his body she had avoided until now, the large bulge at the apex of his thighs. The large bulge that seemed to be straining the material of his shorts to almost breaking. She took her eyes away, knowing that she should not be staring at her daddy's crotch, but within milli-seconds, they were back exploring all of the contours created by his genitals.
"Sarah!" She admonished herself, turning and sitting back down to sip upon her coffee. She thought then about her mum, and how distraught her father had been at her passing. She wondered why a man like him had never settled down with another woman? Christ, he could easily get one. His strong, powerful masculine face, was handsome in the extreme to Sarah and she didn't care if she was bias. Why hadn't he found someone? She suddenly wondered what he did about sex. She knew her mother and father were a very 'loving' couple, often hearing the results when she used to live there. So, what has he done about it since?
Inevitably, her mind wandered back to that cuddle on her Birthday. Was he getting an erection as she held him tightly? She was sure at the time and had had a glorious wanking session thinking about it. But now, just seeing the size of his bulge, made her think it might just have been that. Sarah turned to face him. Her eye-line directly adjacent to his crotch. She stared at the large bulge, then looked away again. Then turned to face it once more. An internal struggle was going on within her head, an impossible struggle, a moral struggle, a very female struggle. The more Sarah contemplated it, the more she knew she was losing it. One final look at her daddy's covered, sleeping genitals and the fight was over.
Sarah span around and knelt before her father. She looked up at his almost smiling, contented, sleeping face. Her arms began to move forwards, almost it seemed of their own volition. The expression on Sarah's face one of continuing internal struggles. The fingers of her hands were clenching and unclenching as if mirroring that struggle. But still her arms tracked forwards to her daddy's waistband. So gently, so slowly, her delicate fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts. The fingers of her right hand grasped the button and popped it open. Then one by one her long delicate fingers undid the buttons down his fly until all were released. She paused sitting back on her haunches. She had not taken a breath since starting the sinful actions and panted erratically. Sarah felt a trickle run over her calf and knew that her panties were already ruinously wet. Testament to what she was now doing, and her previous endeavours in the bathroom.
She leant forwards again and gently took hold of one flap of her daddy's shorts, prizing it back slowly. She revealed his pubic hair, dark and sparse, he obviously took pride in his appearance here and to her pleasure and excitement, was not wearing any underwear. The body of his penis was revealed too as she pulled the flap back further. She let it drop and moved to the other. Gently pulling that back to fully reveal her daddy's sleeping monster. His balls and the head of his penis were still hidden however, so Sarah taking her chances, put both hands on the edge of his shorts and tugged them down a little. She was biting her lip in anxious anticipation and looked up at her father's face to make sure she had not awakened him. He snorted again, but appeared now to be deeply asleep. The wine having had, in her opinion, the desired effect.
Sarah leaned in close to look at the wrinkled skin of the beast before her. She could now see the top part of both of his balls and was fascinated as she watched them moving independently. They seemed to roll beneath the skin, moving the body of his penis as they did so. She found herself moving closer still. Her right-hand reaching forwards. Obeying no command given by her brain, but being steered now completely by her inner need. Never before had she seen a naked penis, nor been this close to one. Sure, she had seen many in the porno films that she watched. But she had never seen a real man's penis. The fact that this one belonged to her daddy, did not seem to enter into it, if anything, it seemed to increase her excitement more. Her wayward arm had now reached her daddy's cock, and the fingers ran over the visible length in a gossamer touch. So soft, so gentle was her touch, yet still the skin of the penis rucked up beneath her finger tips.
Sarah realised she had not been breathing again and took another couple of breathes to steady herself. She leaned in closer still and placed a kiss upon the soft appendage. Her father smelt wonderful, a mixture of maleness and body wash. Her tongue, followed the same track as her fingers, before she pulled herself away smiling. She felt wicked and depraved. But it was glorious. Her right breast had been rasping on her daddy's thigh and the nipple was making its presence known through the thin material of her dress, aching, demanding attention, demanding release. As she looked down, she was proud of the mess her body was in, erect nipples, heaving chest and dribbling pussy. She was close to another orgasm, a single touch or movement could so easily set her off, but she didn't want to wake her father, so kept backing away from the precipice.
