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(MF, inc, mast, oral, rom, preg?) *** The Morning The alarm went off and I thought about my options. It was another cold Friday morning in July. July is always miserable in Canberra. After taking a hot shower I went to make coffee for me and a cup of strong tea for Jess. This routine helped me get those grey winter morning's rolling. I stood next to the heater that switched on at 06:15 waiting for the kettle to boil. My body's pre- warmed state came from the insolating effects of morning's hot shower. It allows me to stay comfortable while the house begins to lose its chill. I would normally leave the cup of tea brewing on the bathroom cabinet and return to my room to dress for work. Jess would get up when she heard the mug hit the tile counter top and then take her shower while I readied breakfast. Dishes would be stacked and left until that evening. The car was then defrosted and off to work we went like the seven dwarfs arriving at the office before eight. That is the normal situation, yet for some unknown reason this morning was a bit different. Instead of leaving the warmth of the heater I decided to simply relax and enjoy my coffee whilst masturbating a particularly firm erection. I was not quite sure why I was so horny and erect on this morning. As usual Jess was on my mind when I awoke, making my erection quite normal. Yet today it appeared to be firmer than most mornings and much more sensitive and demanding of attention. The more vigorously I rubbed myself the deeper I slipped into a relaxed and comfortable state. As I shifted closer towards an orgasm the more wonderful it felt. I ordinarily retreated to my room before Jess emerges from her shower. But this morning I was too engrossed to notice that Jess was already up and coming to investigate why her mug of tea was missing from the bathroom counter. I remained totally unaware of Jess' casual approach. I leant on the heater with my left hand while softly wanking with my right realising that this erection was as large as I ever get. I was stroking myself enjoying the sensations totally oblivious to Jess' efforts to ask me about her missing mug of tea. Obviously seeing that I was pre-occupied and unaware of her presence apparently gave her the discretion to deal with the situation in anyway she thought appropriate. She evidently decided before making her own tea to investigate my activities further. Just as I was about to orgasm she yelled at me, "Stop! Don't cum on my carpet." I was so deeply into my self-abuse that at first Jess' comments sounded like an echo. A second later, however, I was quickly jerked back into reality, well almost. Fortunately for the carpet, my ejaculation instantly ceased to be a threat as my penis went limp. Mentally, I remained totally incapacitated. When she saw that I was in a very shattered condition and incapable of addressing the situation in any organised fashion, she harped, "Oh you poor thing, I'm sorry, did I frighten you?" She then broke into a stifled giggle. I think her words were a true reflection of her feelings but there was still a hint of elation and power in her expression, you know that, "I caught you," type of snicker. I could only nod yes. She had caught me in the throws of a supposedly private erotic activity. The time it took to adjust to this comic theatre was instantaneous. Nevertheless, it was like an accident being played out in slow motion. I finally was able to speak as I pulled myself together at least physically. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there. I should be doing this in the bedroom," was all I could express. "That's obvious, but it's a bit late now, don't you think," she replied with some level of continued glee. Jess obviously understood the stress she caused and tried to reassure me that all was really Ok if only a bit comical, casually saying, "You shouldn't worry, I feel like doing the same thing this morning. I could really use a long deep orgasm myself right now." She stepped back as I walked past her to prepare her tea. It was too late to hide my fat pink body or my still stiff but short penis. I handed her the mug expecting her to proceed towards her shower when she said, "Thanks. Do you know you're leaking." The bloody carpet again! I looked down noticing a large clear drop of seminal fluid about to drop from a pleasantly opened hole in my softened glans. "Sorry" I replied. I immediately collected the drop with my forefinger. Without thinking I just put the finger to my lips before sucking it clean. Next I repeated the process by milking a second drop from the hole again sucking my finger clean. When I looked up at Jess I noticed a rather intrigued look on her face. I reasoned that before watching me suck these drops of pre-cum into my mouth she had seemed to be in control of the situation, now she was looking a bit antsy. I was too shattered to concern myself further and finally retreated toward my room to dress for work. I felt chilled so I climbed back in bed pulling the doona over myself as I collected my thoughts about what Jess may be thinking just then. I suddenly decided it was unfair to relinquish such a good erotic fantasy and that I wanted a day off to rekindle it. I was going to call the office and take my first real sickie. I heard Jess rummage about as I lay there thinking about the last quarter hour. Strangely and to my delight my erection returned with a renewed sensation that was telling me to finish what I had started. The bed warmed quickly and my mind was again emersed in my normal morning mental images. These images were associated with slowly and sensually giving Jess head, a rich image I relish. In my mind I was savouring the taste then swallowing the sperm I had released inside her earlier that morning. This ritual offered me my safest refuge for my desires and increases my sense of wellbeing. Suddenly, Jess called through the door saying, "It's getting late." This time her comment felt like it was just part of my fantasy until it broke my image once more. I was pissed. Twice now I missed getting off. When I realised that it was real, I told her that, "You go on without me. I'm taking my first sickie." I followed on by telling her that I would call the office later. There was a bit of a pause then; "Ok," she replied in a giggling tone. "Enjoy. See you tonight. Try to keep your cum off my carpet Ok. Oh, and don't get it too sore and wear the poor thing out, remember you just might need it some day." How rude I thought. I was so deep into it right then that I thoughtlessly shot back, "Nonsense, and don't worry. Besides you know it's your fanny that always gets sore first." There was a short silence then steps followed a moment later by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Still insulted, I settled back and decided to stretch out my wank for as long as I could. I relived my practiced and perfected fantasy of fucking Jess until she was full of sperm loving the images that habitually floats through my mind's eye. And today I was making sure I suckered her so long that she was really sore too. I concentrated on her swollen labia becoming full, reddened and tender to my tongue, her wet opened vagina seeping sperm and her engorged erect clitoris stretched outwards from under the restraints of her tightened prepuce. Focusing on her luxurious thighs I realised that Jess was magic to think about. I was almost ready when I decided that I wanted the feelings to last longer. I got out of bed to calm down by making myself a second cup of coffee. The heater was still on. So I proceeded to the same spot I had occupied earlier, before being so rudely intruded upon earlier in the morning. Several more minutes were spent seriously stretching my penis to make it as full and as thick as earlier. I was enjoying the freedom of wanking when a weird thought flew through my mind, I hadn't heard the MG start and drive away. I immediately turned from the heater and went to the window carefully pushing back the heavy drapes to see out the window. Sure enough the MG was still in the carport. Jess was seated motionless in the car. Her head was bent over resting on her hands gripping the steering wheel. Stopped again! I threw-up my hands in defeat. At first I thought that she might be unwell, yet within a few seconds she opened the car door, collected her briefcase and headed for the front door. The way she grabbed her briefcase made me realised then that she was neither ill nor had she forgotten something. I quickly made my way behind the kitchen panel. She carefully opened the front door, looked in then entered the warm living room. She quietly closed and locked the door behind her. She silently stood still for several minutes afterwards apparently weighing up a decision. Or perhaps, having made up her mine did not know what to do next. A few more minutes passed when I realised she was still undecided about whether she would stay home or go to work. It was clear that she was weighing up the options. I instantly realised I wanted her to stay home right then and that I needed to quickly tell her this fact. I was disparate and panicked at the possible loss of an opportunity and decided to act. "Jess, please don't think about it so much, just let it happen. Just do it. Come on Jess, its easy. I dare you and besides, it's Friday after all," I pleaded then stepped out into the living room so she could see me. She looked up at me and smiled. "What has Friday to do with it? Do Fridays make it better?" she questioned. "Yes always," I answered. Her tense and pensive demeanour quickly changed. A delightfully naughty smile emerged across her face. Now looking directly at me she took a deep breath allowing a more relaxed expression to spread through her stance. She put down her briefcase and hung up her heavy green coat on the door. Next she removed her boots. She undid her belt, pulled down her fly and undid her pant's button. She pushed down her black pants catching her knickers along with her hose as she pushed them down. She stepped out of them in several short movements. Next she stood up and pulled her jumper off, unbuttoned her blouse while lifting it up and off her shoulders. Finally, she undid her bra and dropped it on the pile of clothes at her feet. She was now standing nude near the door. She looked up coyly and asked? "Dad, you're going to fuck me, right?" "Yes," I answered clearly. "Right, I thought for a minute that I may have misunderstood. No that's not right, I know you want to fuck me," she replied. I approached her grasping her hand to pull her gently towards the heater. "No wait Dad, I want you to fuck me in my bed. I haven't fucked in it yet," she said as she pulled my hand towards the hallway leading to her bedroom. "Delighted. I haven't taken a lady to her bed for a long time. You know Jess; I'm going to make you gooey then I'm going on to do all kinds of naughty things to your body. Can I do naughty things to your body?" I spoke to her as we hurriedly made our way to her room. "Yes Dad, make me as gooey as you want, I love getting wet and messy. Also you will see that I'm not a "lady" either. Dad, you have to promise to put your sperm inside me too?" She giggled some more. "I can wet all your holes?" "Yah, why not, they all work well enough" she replied. I was beyond myself and enjoyed the enthusiasm Jess was showing. She was actually excited by me wanting to fuck her. The Brunch Jess began giggling as we entered her room, which by the way, was a total mess with clothes scattered all over the place. Before I could think I was pushed backwards on to the bed with Jess quickly hopping on top of me. "Shit, I'm wet enough!" was all Jess said as she crawled up and straddled me. She proceeded to open her labia and slip her vagina over my penis. She then just simply let herself slide down on top of me. She squatted down straight away giving a deep vibrating moan as she settled her mons on my pubis. "Oh, this feels nice!" she gasped as we calmly absorbed the sensations. Moments later she began riding me gently. I could not stand the intensity. It caused tears to fill my eyes. She leant forward and kissed me gently. It was a soft and sensual kiss and it was good. She fucked me firm enough so that her bed began to bump against the wall making a quiet din. I became aware that I was only a passive lover at this stage driven by the strong and determined movements of Jess' hips as she rode me. "Come on Dad, do it. I can't wait, hurry put your sperm in me, you promised. Come on you know you want to," she gasped as she slowly humped me. Within a few seconds I moaned, "Jess, That's it." I immediately began to release my sperm wetting Jess' insides. "Oh that's so good, I can feel it. Wait let me get you deeper," she said as she carefully squeezed me deeper inside her. Hopefully sperm was now being squirt close to her stretched and opened cervix so they moved instantly into the deepest recesses of her womb. "Ah yes, put it right there, Oh yes, I think that's the right spot. Come on dad, push in right there. Yes that the spot," she gasped. "I can't stop Jess," I moaned. "I know, I know" she quickly giggled. "Don't stop pushing, stay real still. Remember you said just let it happen, Well it's happening just how it's supposed to happen. We're doing the right thing you know it. It's feeling wonderful. I love feeling sperm moving inside me. I can't believe how good this is. Hey Dad we did it!" I tried to stay still, push and squirt as hard as I could. I also instantly understood what she was doing and I was over whelmed and again tears welled up in my eyes. I realised that it was probably going to take many more fucks to satisfy her libido and desires or my thirst. We were both out of breath and panting as Jess fell over onto her back. "Well Dad, was it as good a fuck as you anticipated?" she commented "Better. But that was only one orgasm we need more practice. We have to fuck again as soon as I can get another erection," I panted. "No problem, I'll suck you while you eat me, Ok? I'm really good at giving head" she proclaimed "Love to," I said as I shifted around to get my mouth attached to her vagina's opening. She was soaked as our creams began seeping out. I just had to taste her before her creams started to cool. I knew that would reduce the flavour of our mixture. As I took my first deep sucks Jess twitched causing her to eject a large gulp of her fluid into my mouth. This surprised both Jess and I. "Hey, that's the first time I have done that. I never had an ejaculation before" she whispered. "It's great. It feels great. How do I taste?" She went on. I was so overwhelmed by Jess' delicious tastes and by the amount of creams she had just released that I was having trouble swallowing all the fluids. I could not reply. "Come on Dad, do we taste good?" she prodded. I swallowed as much as I could then pulled my mouth away telling Jess that, "You know I've always loved your taste. You have the most delicious cum." I immediately began sucking her vagina open trying to get as much of her cream as I could. Jess layed back and groaned, releasing a second gulp. This one was heavier and had more of a sperm favour. I recognised it as me enjoying the taste especially when it was accentuated with Jess' creams. After sucking for quite a while, Jess was empty, exhausted and totally relaxed she moaned, "I feel so totally fucked out. Its wonderful!" "Shit its 9:15, I need to call the office and tell them that I am totally fucked right now." She giggled. "Do you want me to tell them that you're fucked too?" "Of course," I replied. "Tell them it's always the same problem, it's a family thing. Whenever one member of the family gets totally fucked so dose the other," I joked. "Dad, are you sure you want me to tell them that?" she asked. "Yah Jess, I'm sure, I wanted this to happen so let them know it," I replied. "I hope your right" Jess then called and spoke to someone. The Explanation "Good morning Lady, are you having a good morning? Good, so am I. Look I'm calling you to tell you that I won't be in this morning, I'm feeling totally fucked right now - can't you tell? And oh, by the way, my Dad is totally fucked too." After a pause, "No wait, wait that doesn't sound right, I mean Dad was fucked too. Yes, that's right, he won't be in either. Yes that's right we are both totally fucked." There was a short pause in the conversation before, "Not so, really. It always happens the same way, whenever one of the family gets fucked, I mean is fucked so is the other," she repeated. "No really." Then with a deeper and serious tone, "Well yes, it did happen to us at the same time, if you really need to know" she snickered. "I guess it was something I ate." There was short gap then, "Bernadette you're so rude this morning. But you're wrong, I've haven't tasted him yet. Besides you know that stuff never makes me ill no matter how much I drink. You're such a nasty girl" and more snickering. I had forgotten just how literal Jess could be. Seconds later she laughed loudly at the slip then listened before saying, "It was just a slip damn it. Yes of course I'll tell you about it. You remember, you bet me that I'd get fucked sometime, well I just was, oh shit, I mean, I am." She paused, then said, "Yes, over the last few hours this morning. Stop it, don't laugh, its true, I'm really fucked. I'm as open and wet as I have ever been, if you know what I mean. Yah, I thought you would" Jess laughed aloud again then paused to listen once more. She then said, "Thanks for the confidence, We'll see you Monday. Have a good weekend, and I promise, I'll tell you everything then." Seconds later she said, "Yah, your probably right, in my present state I will certainly stay fucked for a while and likely for several more days after that too - if we're lucky. If we're still fucked on Monday we'll call you. Hey don't be so jealous, you know you can do the same thing. Remember telling me, You too just need to use the balls you already have. I dare you - now that you know it works. You should try it. I recommend it. See you Monday." She hung up and laughed. Jess hung up telling me that, "I called a friend who I think is sympathetic and understands my needs. She knows I have been hanging out for a good fuck for some time now. She understands what happened and will keep it to her self, hah, I think. Oh well, I don't care if she doesn't, really. Jess followed moments later with; "She was just reminding me that they said it would eventually happen, and that it was just a matter of time before I would do it. I owe her bottle of Baileys, I think." A little later she added, "I'm glad their suspicion is over and I can now behave like I want without surprising anyone. They now can stop wondering what's wrong with me. It isn't like the situation was unexpected you know. They knew that I would eventually get you inside me, they're just surprised it took two and a half months for me to do it." Now they are opening book at 12 to 1 that I'll be preggers by August," she said. "Is she right?" I asked. "Could be. You interested?" Jess replied. "Yes, of cause," I answered. "That's interesting. I thought you might. Well I know that one fuck doesn't make us lovers. Lovers need to do it a lot more. It was pretty good wasn't it?" she asked. "It was wonderful. What else can we do now," I asked. "Let me show you. Maybe we can lower those odds. What do you think?" Jess continued. "What do we win?" I asked. "Maybe, just maybe a baby," she answered. "Fair enough, Call her and tell her we'll take the bet," I replied. Jess giggled and rang the number again. "Bernadette, Dad says to take your bet, What do you say to that? 12 to 1 I'm pregnant by my Birthday in October. Well you game? We know how to do it and I think the time is good right now. So get the message out so we can better the odds. See you Monday, maybe. We may need to practise for a few days. Tah." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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