Six Times A Day - P113 Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Alan was left alone in the living room while the others went upstairs to dress and pretty themselves up. There was a palpable feeling of excitement in the air, as everyone was keen to embark on this new adventure.
Only Susan seemed to have mixed feelings about all this. She’d hung back with Alan briefly, probing him with questions to make sure that he was honestly okay with his decision. He’d affirmed that he was, so she went upstairs to join the others. While she wasn’t thrilled, if nothing else, she relished the opportunity to play dress-up in some newly purchased outfits.
Alan downed a couple of glasses of wine while he waited. He started to wonder if going “full on” was really a good idea or not, especially after seeing the look of predatory hunger that had passed between Suzanne and Xania after agreeing to this, but it was too late to back out now without losing face.
Then he heard Katherine calling him from upstairs. “Broooother! Can you come up here?”
He went up and found her in her bedroom, lying in bed with only her head poking out above the covers. “Sorry, Big Drinking Fountain Brother, but I’m all pooped out. Oooh, I like that one. You’re a drinking fountain in more ways than one. But I didn’t take a nap in the afternoon like you did, so I’m fading big time. That’s okay, though. This is really Aunt Suzy’s and Xania’s special moment, so I’m happy to let them monopolize you. Anyways, I can always watch it on video later.”
“So that’s it? You’re just gonna go to bed? What about Mom?”
“I think she’s fading too. She keeps yawning. After all, we’ve all done so much today. I think she might hang out a little bit just to make sure they aren’t going to torture you to death and so she can help get you hard prancing around in her leather, and then she’s going to bed too.”
“Ah. Well. I guess that’s okay. Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe go down on you so you can go to bed with a nice cum?”
“Awww. How sweet. Unfortunately, I came really hard not long after you passed out – us girls had a little bit of a celebration of a job well done – and now my pussy’s too sore. But can you tuck me in and give me a good night kiss, Daddy?”
“Daddy, eh?” He gave an evil grin. “I can do one better. I’ll tell you a bedtime story.”
“Oh goody! You’re the best Daddy ever!” Katherine had been lying underneath her sheets, but she sat up against the wall behind her bed. Since she slept naked now, her perfectly formed breasts came into view. She kneaded her own breasts briefly, joking, “Boy, I think I left Xania’s coin around here somewhere…”
As Alan so often did with sexual things lately, he was completely winging it. He had no idea what kind of story he’d tell; he figured inspiration would somehow come to him. But it took a few moments while he sat and thought of a general idea to work from.
Let’s see … I like the Daddy idea. That’s one thing Sis and I haven’t explored much before. I’ll just roll with that and stick close to home.
“Okay. I think I’ve got it. Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous and lovable girl named Katherine.”
Katherine giggled. “Did she have the nickname Kat?”
“Indeed, she did. However, before we start this story, young lady, didn’t I teach you that proper ladies don’t sit around baring their breasts to all comers?”
She grinned. “Don’t worry Daddy, you’re the only one that’s going to be cumming. Cumming all over them, I hope.” She giggled some more, but seeing him pretending to give her a stern fatherly stare, she said, “Drat. Okay, fine. Be that way.”
She looked around the bed, and then remembered a long red satin scarf she kept in a drawer below her bed lamp. She pulled it out and carefully wrapped it around her breasts, tucking one end under one of her armpits to keep it up.
The scarf looked very precarious, and very sexy. It covered her nipples, but little more. It seemed that it would fall off with the slightest movement, or even a heavy breath.
Alan knew the satin scarf wouldn’t hold up past too many of her frequent giggles, but he didn’t exactly terribly mind if it fell. He smiled as if she’d properly obeyed his request.
“Ah yes,” he said, starting the story. “So once upon a time we have this lovely girl named Kat. She also had a very evil father named Alan. He had an extremely beautiful wife named Susan with an hourglass figure, a perfect face, and a powerfully healthy sex drive. But Daddy Alan’s sex drive was even higher. Even though he was boning his wife constantly, not to mention all kinds of big-titted secretaries at work and elsewhere, it wasn’t enough. Or maybe he just liked the variety. Thinking about it, I’d say it was probably the variety. He couldn’t help but notice that he had an extremely foxy daughter too. He was so very evil that he began to consider boning her too.”
Katherine spoke in an immature voice. “Daddy, what’s ‘boning’ mean?”
“Well, it’s slang for having sex.”
“But why do they call it ‘boning?'” She leaned forward as if intensely interested, and of course the wisp of satin covering her nipples fell to her lap. She giggled, and then picked it up and held it in front of her chest with one hand, covering up even less than before.
He shook his head disapprovingly (although he really was amused and aroused by her antics). “I suppose because the erect male sex organ is long, kind of like an arm or leg bone.”
“Is it really? I don’t believe you. Show me.”
“Show you? Darling, that’s not something fathers can do to their daughters.”
“What, boning them? Why not?”
He could see her legs go wide under the covers, as if she was getting in position to learn how to get boned in a very hands-on manner. “No, I mean uh, showing their bone. Er, dick. And, uh, boning them is a very big no-no too.”
She looked disappointed, dropping her satin scarf as if in shock. “Are you sure? Most of my girl friends are getting boned by their daddies already. Except that they call it getting banged. I guess they call it banging ‘cos they’re thrusting in and out of their daughter’s tight pussies like the banging of a cheap screen door. Bang! Bang! Bang! Do you think that’s why?”
He gulped, as his arousal grew. “Um, I guess.”
“I hear that daddies always bang their own little girl’s pussies the best. Why, every time I visit Sandra, she’s busy in her daddy’s bedroom screaming his name, and her daddy’s busy in her! And you should see how Josie glows every morning at school after what she calls her ‘good morning daddy bang.'”
She’d picked the names of a couple of her most attractive friends and classmates, though she wasn’t sure if he knew them all by name or not.
He rolled his eyes. “Really. Believe me. I know social mores are changing a bit, but your mother wouldn’t approve at all. If your friends all want to jump off a cliff, would you do that too? I shouldn’t even show you my ‘bone, ‘ as a matter of fact.”
“DAAAAAAAAADY! Don’t be a total square. It’s okay if it’s just between you and me. Anyways, it’s educational.”
“Well, okay, I suppose. But just this once. Just a minute though.”
With some amusement, he had realized that it wasn’t as much fun “showing” his penis if he was already completely naked. So he went back to his room and threw on a shirt and shorts. Then he came back into his sister’s room and made a big show of unzipping his shorts and then pulling out his erection.
She was greatly amused by the irony in his dressing to undress, and couldn’t stop giggling about it. Sitting up topless, she said, “I don’t know. It doesn’t really look like a bone. I still don’t get it. Maybe it feels like a bone. Can I examine it closely with my hands? And speaking of educating your daughter, what about teaching me this whole boning thing in a hands-on kind of way? In fact, isn’t it your DUTY as a responsible parent to teach your daughter about the birds and the bees, on a daily basis even, if it turns out she has an insatiable desire to, uh, to learn?”
She giggled, and went on, “You know Mr. Jacobs down the street? He’s shown all four of his daughters about banging, and keeps showing them pretty much on a daily basis to make sure they’ve got it. His daughter Kelly tells me that her mother and dad have trouble getting enough sleep at night with the way she and her sisters are coming and going from their daddy’s bed at all hours. Now, that’s what I call a dedication to education!”
Alan laughed, but he was getting curious about her scenario. “What about Mrs. Jacobs? Does she sit there in bed while, well, you know.”
“But of course! She pretends to complain, but she joins in half the time, especially with the dual blowjobs. That’s what all the moms around here do.”
He said reproachfully, “Not all the moms. Your mother-“
Katherine interrupted impatiently, “I’m sure Mom won’t mind. She got me set up with birth control a while back because she said that with the way my curves were growing, you’d be ‘tapping my ass’ before long. Is that the same as boning, or can we try both? Ooh! What if we try boning, banging, AND tapping? She also said that helping her ‘drain the family snake’ would soon be one of my daily household duties. Adults sure talk funny. What does THAT mean? Can we try that out too? I wanna get good at it already.”
Alan laughed. “You’re getting way ahead of me here. I’m telling the story of the evil father who seduces his innocent daughter, not the other way around. I’m sure a sweet, naïve girl like you is making all that up about what your classmates are doing, right?”
More giggling followed, but then Katherine forced herself to be a little more serious. “Oops. Sorry. Riiiiiight.” She winked knowingly. “Carry on, Dad.”
He “accidentally” left his “bone” exposed. “Right. As I was saying, this evil father had the most sinful thoughts about his daughter. But it wasn’t all his fault. She had a very voluptuous body and didn’t think about the importance of covering it up when her daddy was around. In fact, she even got a secret thrill out of flirting with him. For instance, she didn’t wear underwear under her clothes at home.” He added with emphasis and a chiding tone, “In fact, she would sometimes completely forget to cover her chest when talking to him.”
Pretending to be contrite, she pulled her bed sheet just barely up past her nipples.
He continued, “If she was talking to him, she often made sure to lean forward to make sure that he could see all the way down her top.”
She was glad she’d just covered up, because now she leaned forward and held the sheet a few inches away from her chest.
He laughed, but kept talking. “She’d wear short skirts and bend over to pick things up, practically pushing her pussy right in his face. Daddy Alan got very excited, especially when she flashed her pussy at him like that.”
“Wait a minute. Hold on here. Daddy, I can be a little bit slow. Just to make sure I understand what you mean, when you say she was flashing her pussy, you mean something like this?” She pulled her sheets back down just enough so her own bare pussy was exposed.
“Yes. Something like that,” he agreed. He was having a very hard time not touching his erection, but he felt that to do so without it being explained in their conversation would violate the spirit of their role-play.
“But wait. And this bending over behavior? Was it like this?” She kicked her covers away completely. Then she got on all fours in bed with her ass facing him. She bent her head down and looked up at him questioningly between her legs.
He had to laugh, because not only did he get a great upside down view of her privates, but her new position also revealed that she was wearing high heels. “Kat, you’re too much,” he said while still laughing. “This whole goodnight kiss thing was a sexy trap, wasn’t it?”
She replied out of her role, “Hey, us number one fuck toys aim to titillate and please.” Then getting back into character, she asked, “Daddy, so was it like this?”
“Yes,” he conceded, his erection crying out for attention. “Just like that.”
Before he could say more, she asked, “Hey Daddy, as long as I’m in this position and since I haven’t had sex ed at school yet, I’ve got a question. You see all that glistening dew on my cunnie?”
“Yes?” he asked, clenching his PC muscle in anticipation of more stimulating talk.
“Well, Daddy, I never have any problems like this around the boys at school, but it always seems to get all wet when I’m around you. I asked my friend Cindy about it, and she says that’s our cunnies getting lubricated in anticipation of having a big hard daddy dick go up inside it. And she should know ‘cos you should hear her go on about how big her daddy’s cock is and how hard it is to get it in her, since us daughters all have such tight cunts.”
She looked thoughtful, then her face lit up as if a new idea had just hit her. “Daughters are kind of ideal for a snug little fuck with a delightful amount of friction, now that I think about it. And daughters are always around and you can order them to do ANYthing. For instance, if you were to order me to suck your cock every morning, and again when you get back home from work, I’d have to do it. Hmmm. Food for thought. But in any case, I wanted to ask you if that’s true, you know, if tight daughter cunnies are the best.”
He groaned. He was very ready to fuck her right now and everything else be damned, except she’d said her pussy was too sore. He said pointedly, “Getting back to the STORY … You remember that, don’t you? As I was saying, the evil daddy’s daughter would tease him all the time. of course, she wasn’t completely nude when she was doing it, like SOME people around here” – they both laughed – “but she might as well have been, ‘cos she was showing off so much. He got to know the smell of her pussy quite well, and it drove him crazy.”
She sat back up in her bed (without any covers this time), but said, “Hold on. Time out. This smell you speak of. Take a whiff of my pussy. Did it smell something like mine?”
He bent forward and put his nose an inch or two from her slit, and then he inhaled deeply. “Mmmm. Yes. She had a lovely pungent pussy, just like yours.” He picked up the bed covers from where they’d ended at the foot of the bed and handed them back to her.
She was all smiles as she pulled the covers back up to her waist. “Oh goody. I like stories with lots of vivid detail. You did say this was a multi-sensory story, so I’m just trying to help. Please go on.”
“So anyway, she really had no idea what she was doing. She didn’t-“
Katherine interrupted, “She must have been influenced by all her father-fucking friends. Just like me and my friends. You should hear Tara and Tammy go on about the way they show off their hot, tight, little bodies to get what they call their ‘daily protein milkshakes, straight from the source.’ I wonder what that means. I’m always too shy to ask, but they all seem to lick their lips a lot whenever they talk about it. And Dana says she gets her ‘sperm fix’ at every meal while the rest of the family watches. But anyways, sorry to interrupt.”
He again had to stifle laughter at her enthusiasm. He knew a couple of the girls mentioned, and had to agree they had “hot, tight, little bodies.”
He coughed and said, “Yes. Well. Anyways, so her teasing drove Daddy Alan up the wall. He decided he’d have to teach her a lesson. One night, his wife had a headache and had gone to bed early. Evil daddy Alan hadn’t boned anyone in hours. Why, his secretary with the best cocksucking skills hadn’t even sucked him off since lunch! So he was in a bad way. He decided to go into his daughter’s room and read her a bedtime story. Well, that was the excuse, at any rate. In fact, she was far too old for that. It was just a technique to get in her pants.”
“Oooh. Freaky. Daddy, it’s almost spooky how similar your story is to what you’re doing right here right now, isn’t it? Except you can’t get in my pants ‘cos I’m not wearing any. Look!” She pulled the covers down again, and waved a hand over her bare, shaven privates. This time, she kept the covers down.
“Indeed.” He had a hard time not laughing. “We’re being very tongue-in-cheek, aren’t we?”
She winked. “Just so long as your tongue is in my cheek. Not to mention other orifices.”
“Now, now, don’t slip out of your innocent daughter role.” He said that sarcastically since she was slipping so often.
“Sorry, Daddy.” She blinked and smiled like the personification of innocence.
He laughed a bit, but then put on a serious face and continued, “That’s more like it. Where was I? So he came in and told a story. But he was very clever and evil and she was innocent and sexually inexperienced, despite her teasing. He said he wanted to make it a multi-sensory story.”
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“That’s what she asked too. He told her it was like those scratch and sniff stories, except involving all the senses. So that’s what they did. He particularly desired Kat’s large breasts. Although they weren’t quite as big as her mother’s and she bizarrely thought they weren’t big enough, they were still among the biggest in her whole high school. So from the very beginning of the story, he talked about two mountains. Two snow-covered mountains. And naturally, he put his hands over her tits and kept them there to help illustrate how covered they were.”
“Hold on again, Daddy. Call me thick, but I’m having trouble visualizing this. Can you show me with your hands exactly what you mean?”
“Well, I suppose, if you’re really having that much trouble. Here.” He put both his hands on his sister’s breasts and began gently kneading them.
She giggled. “But Daddy! You can’t keep your hands still. Doesn’t snow just sit there?”
“True, but as the evil daddy explained, there was no end to the terrible snowstorms and earthquakes there. It seemed those two unfortunate mountains were in constant motion. Worse, they were actually twin volcanoes and there was constant activity in the craters at the summit. Like this.”
With the two of them giggling at the absurdity of the story, he started to play with both her nipples.
She said, “You know what? I like this story. I think I’ve heard it before. Is it the same story as the one with the magic fluorescent bulb? The one where the girl in the story keeps trying to rub the bulb like Aladdin’s lamp so she can get her three wishes?” Even as she was saying this, she finally reached out and grabbed his hard erection with both hands and began rubbing it.
He laughed. “As a matter of fact it is. But you know, you’re making it hard for the evil daddy to seduce his innocent daughter when she’s not so innocent.”
She giggled some more. “What? I’m just rubbing the bulb like the story says I have to. It’s not like I WANT to hold my daddy’s big hard cock in my dainty little hands and stroke and stroke and -mmmm- stroke some more till he splatters his baby-making goo all over my chest. These are modern times. People use fluorescent bulbs, not rusty old lamps. It’s funny though how they get all warm when they’re rubbed. Mmmm. And meaty. And throbby. Mmmm! Is there something in the story where she has to end up sucking on them too? Let’s skip ahead to that part.”
He grinned. “Probably. In fact, I’m sure that’s coming up. Plus, I think you have to slide them between your tits to make your wishes come true. Or at least to make my dreams come true, ha ha. But anyway, what happened next was that the evil daddy found his daughter so irresistibly sexy that he couldn’t take it anymore. He just had to have her. He leaned forward and kissed her right on the lips in a very un-fatherly way!”
He followed his words with action. Before long, he and his sister were writhing around on the bed, locked in a seemingly never-ending kiss.