Perverts 'R' Us

While The Cat's Away

By The Purvv ( M/f, rape, inc-fath/dau )

Tonight was different than the typical Tuesday night at the Gallagher's. As usual, 15-year-old Joan had her boyfriend Lou over watching TV, and also as usual, Joan's mother Paula left to go to work at about 10:30 PM. What was not the norm was that her father Hank wasn't there to send Lou home at 11 PM. Instead, on this night he had already gone to bed by 9 PM. When Paula was leaving for work, she gave Joan explicit instructions to send Lou home no later than 11.

But while the cat's away...

Hank woke up at about 11:30 PM to go to the bathroom. While he was in the hallway at the top of the stairs, he thought that he heard a noise from downstairs. Looking down, he saw the reflections of bouncing light and assumed that someone had left the TV on by mistake. He went down to shut it off.

Being barefooted, his approach was not heard by the teenagers.

When he walked into the living room the light from the TV reflected on the couch where Joan and her boyfriend Lou were passionately kissing. As Hank focused his eyes, his body stiffened as he saw his daughter was under an attack in which she apparently was an eager and ardent participant. Her blouse was unbuttoned and opened wide and her boyfriend's hands were inside of her bra.

The boy was lying on top of Joan and nestled between her legs. Her skirt was bunched all the way up on her hips. Hank momentarily stood watching in horror. Lou's jeans were opened and he was grinding his crotch into the girl's while her knees were spread and raised.

Frozen to that spot, Hank watched his young daughter as she pushed her hips up to meet the boy's grind. She was clutching his body tightly as their mouths were sucking and moaning in one another's. Her father watched in awe as Joan writhed beneath her boyfriend. His eyes became riveted on his daughter's panties as he saw that she was desperately dry fucking Lou.

Finally, Hank's authoritative scream put an immediate end to the heavy petting, which was only about five minutes shy of becoming the real thing.

Hank couldn't believe the wild flushed wanton look on his daughter's impassioned face. If there was ever a look of someone ready for sex, this was it. He chased Lou out of the house and watched with embarrassment as his daughter stood and pulled her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. Then he sent her up to bed, telling her that he'd talk to her in the morning.

Joan rushed out of the room without a murmur, thankful to get away from her father in one piece.

Hank went upstairs and went back into his own room. As he slipped under the blanket, he realized that his prick was completely erect. He felt somewhat ashamed. Apparently, he had become aroused from watching the two kids.

Hearing water, he knew that his daughter was now taking a shower.

Lying there, he began to reenact a picture in his head of what had just happened. He didn't know what had woke him but he was convinced that if he hadn't happened upon them, then his daughter would no longer be a virgin...if she was one! That thought suddenly occurred to him and it frightened Hank.

Seeing how hot and bothered his little girl was would lead one to believe that she may have already lost her virginity. For that to be the first time that she had ever gotten so passionate at the same time that her father happened to come upon them would have to be a wild coincidence. Joan had looked like a wanton creature moving wildly under Lou.

Hank now recalled the boy's desperate hands upon his daughter's tits and he also remembered those blue panties pushing back tightly into her boyfriend's crotch.

Hank's hand was now on his own flesh as he visualized Joan and her boyfriend. He was having trouble erasing the passionate look of his daughter from his head. And those panties kept invading his thoughts. He remembered seeing the stain of moisture at the crotch while his daughter dry-fucked up at the boy.

Hank had fantasies of his daughter in the past and had always been able to divert his thoughts. However, he now found himself fighting off nasty thoughts more and more frequently. Now, as he slowly and gently stroked his cock, those panties were totally on his mind. A real nasty thought came to him as he heard the water stop. He wanted to smell those panties. He wanted to smell his daughter's cunt in the crotch of her panties!

Once he had heard her shut off the water in the shower, he stopped stroking on his pulsing cock and waited. A few minutes later, he heard the sounds of a couple of doors opening and closing, which indicated that his daughter had vacated the bathroom and had gone to bed.

Once he was totally sure that Joan had finished in the bathroom, Hank got up and quietly headed there. He had a single purpose on his mind: to see if she left her panties in the hamper. He had to smell them. The excitement that he felt was unbelievable. His heart was pounding hard within his chest as he opened the hamper. He wasn't thinking of right or wrong. He just had to smell them.

They were there. He pulled them out. He could feel that the crotch was damp. The dampness was his daughter's cunt. His head was spinning; there wasn't a solid thought there. He had to smell. He HAD to! He brought them up to his face and his nostrils flared as the aroma of her young pussy permeated his senses. His cock throbbed.

*******

He knocked on her door and went inside. She was still awake, lying there in the dim light of the night lamp. The blanket was covering her whole body from her toes up to the top of her chest. Hank stood alongside of the bed looking down at the young girl. A look of fear and sadness was in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Dad," she apologized.

He slowly lowered himself to the bed, sitting alongside of his daughter.

"You, er, came pretty close tonight you know, kiddo?" he said, softly.

There was no sense denying the obvious, he would only get madder. And, after all, he saw them with his own eyes. She nodded gently, her eyes avoiding his.

"What would you have done if I didn't come down?" he asked plaintively, making it sound as if he had saved her.

"I know, Dad...I-I'm sorry," she said.

Suddenly her father asked the totally unexpected, "Joannie sweetheart, are you still a virgin?"

She never thought that her father would ask such a question. She now considered how to answer him. She had been taught never to lie to her parents and she knew that if she did now that he probably would find out the truth, and that would be even worse. The only time that he ever beat her was the time that he found out she lied to him. She found out a long time ago that it was better to tell the truth. Yet she had never been presented with such a monumental question.

With her eyes lowered, she slowly shook her head.

Hank was taken aback. Even with all that had happened that night he had still believed that he was going to find out that she was still intact. The bubble was broke.

After a few moments of quiet he asked her directly, "Are you sorry that I interrupted you and Lou?"

Joan didn't know how to answer this. What did he want her to say? She remained silent.

"You were going to have sex, weren't you?"

Suddenly a sob erupted from the girl's throat and a violent tremor shook her body as she began gently crying, out of fear.

He quietly demanded an answer, "Weren't you?"

"Maybe...yeah probably, I, er, guess so," she said hesitantly.

"You like sex?" he asked.

"Dad please! I, er, I said I'm sorry...I won't..."

He cut her short and asked with his voice rising slightly, "I asked you, do you like it?"

Joan was frightened. Her father's eyes were penetrating. She realized now wasn't the time for silence. He was mad enough. Silence would only fuel his anger.

"I guess...er, Dad please don't talk like...I can't talk to you like this...I..." Her voice trailed off.

Hank looked at his daughter's face for at least a minute and then asked, "You can't face me talking about this?"

She shook her head slowly.

"Then put out the lamp, baby," he whispered.

The young girl was incredulous. She didn't move. Her father looked into her face and saw the confusion. Suddenly she heard his voice roar. That was the sound that she feared the most.

"TURN THE LAMP OFF...NOW!" he commanded.

The youngster nervously jumped and immediately reacted to his voice. As she turned to reach for the lamp, Hank's gaze fell on the length of his daughter's bare back as she clutched the blanket to her front and turned. She reached out and shut the lamp off, plunging the room into total darkness. Then she lay back down on her back, frightened. Her heart was beating hard.

Joan then felt her father moving and she knew that he was rising. She assumed that he was leaving to return to his room. As he stood alongside the bed, she heard a shuffling. She had no way of knowing that her father had come into the room with a hard-on in his shorts and the aroma of her pussy in his nostrils. The conversation and questions had only served to inflame him more. His hands were trembling now as he removed first his robe and then his shorts. His cock was throbbing. Then, to the young girl's total horror, Hank moved back down onto the bed, this time moving his naked body under the blanket as he lay down.

Both father and daughter were breathing heavier. She wasn't sure what was happening but she knew it wasn't good. Hank's cock was rock hard as he moved his body inward and was then pressing against his daughter's near-naked body.

"Dad!" she panicked, "What...Stop...What are you doing?"

Joan had tried to jump up at the opposite side of the bed but her father had immediately thrown his arm around her shoulder, holding her down. The youngster was in total fear now. She felt his nakedness against hers. Save for a pair of panties that she was wearing, both father and his 15-year-old daughter were naked.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly from the fear that gripped her body and mind. Hank's chest was also rising and falling but his was caused from the pleasurable excitement that had overtaken him.

"Dad, please, what are you doing?" she pleaded.

Her father had one arm over her shoulder while one leg had managed to move over hers. And then he was moving his mouth to her ear and whispering, "It's okay kiddo...You just got me very worked up tonight hon..."

The young teen was trying to struggle. She was petrified as to where this was quickly heading, as her father continued, "And you were worked up and I interrupted you...you...we need to be relieved baby."

"NO!" she shouted and she pulled her body away, almost succeeding in breaking loose before her father's fingers caught her arm and then brought her back to the same position against him.

"Relax hon, it's okay," he whispered hotly into her neck.

Terror gripped the youngster as she felt her father's tongue and mouth begin an attack on her ear, and his hand pulled back and quickly grasped at the flesh of his daughter's soft breast. She gasped and quickly reached down at his hand, trying to turn away from him as his mouth began creating sensations that she was familiar with.

"Stop fighting hon, it's okay...you said you like sex...didn't you?"

As she continued to fight, she suddenly felt her father's huge hand squeeze violently on the flesh of her breast. The pain made her wince and cry out, "Owww!"

Joan suddenly realized what a hopeless situation she now found herself in. She knew of her father's temper and she feared for her life; or a severe beating. She remembered only seeing him in a rage once in her life and at that time, her mother ended up in the hospital from that beating that he had inflicted on her.

He was now fucking against her leg, harder and harder, and all of a sudden, she heard him moan and felt his juices squirting over her leg.

Suddenly he loosened his grip and he relaxed his hold on her. Joan sensed that in this relaxing of his grip that she might be able to break away. He was breathing heavily, catching his breath. She started moving.

"Look, sweetheart. If you want to leave, you can. I'm not going to stop you." She started to sit up and he continued, "But remember, I didn't do anything to you. You can't say that I did. If you leave, as much as I love you, you know you won't be able to come back. And you know I'll take it out on your mother. She's due for a good beating anyway."

Joan now had her legs over the side of the bed with her feet on the floor. She sensed that a trap was closing about her.

Her father stopped talking and waited. She stayed sitting at the side of the bed. Hank knew that she was now absorbing the reality of the situation and considering the facts. A heat was immediately stirring within his crotch area again.

Finally he continued, "Look hon, what's the difference? You said you like sex, you're not a virgin. And it's not like I'm going to fuck you every night. This'll be the only time. We could just have one good night together. No one would ever know."

She continued sitting silently. He was quickly becoming excited anew.

Then he spoke again, "Feel me sweetheart...Daddy needs you to feel it."

She felt numbed. A tear fell down her cheek in the darkness. She didn't answer him.

"FEEL IT!" he commanded as she jumped.

Hank felt her move and he could tell that she wasn't going to make any effort to run away. His heart was pounding in his chest again. His prick was once more at its full size.

Nervously his daughter moved back onto the bed, moving close into her father's body. He slid himself toward her to meet her approach. Joan's hand touched the side of his hip - - Both father and daughter remained motionless.

Joan realized how bad the consequences would be if she walked out (if he would even allow her to). And this would only be for one night, he had told her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. What was the worst that could happen?

"You...You're gonna er, you, gonna use a condom?"

She couldn't see her father's smile in the darkness. He reached down and took her hand, taking it off of his hip and guiding it to his rock-hard prick.

"No baby...I don't have one, but it's okay. I'll pull out before anything happens."

His hand had enclosed hers onto his cock. She gasped as it twitched under her grip, which he reinforced. Then slowly he loosened his hand from hers and pulled away while his daughter continued holding the throbbing mass of flesh and bone on her own. It was so much bigger than Lou's.

She was fascinated and frightened at the same time. Then she felt her father's hand on her arm, much more gently than before, pulling at her, urging her to move even closer on him.

"Come on hon, no one will know," he urged.

Suddenly, she was sliding her naked body tighter into his, moving her leg onto his body to join him.

Hank's excitement rose as he felt his daughter's body push in against his, while her fingers still held his throbbing cock between their bodies. His hand moved onto the girl's hip and he immediately pushed his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, urging them down her legs.

Joan released her father's cock as she moved to help him strip her body from its only piece of clothing. As she pushed them down her legs, she said softly, "Please daddy...Make sure you pull out?"

Almost as soon as the panties were off her ankles her father was pushing her onto her back and hurriedly moving his body atop hers; between her legs, which she had instinctively parted. "Don't worry, hon. I won't cum in you. I just want to be in you, baby..."

Words really meant nothing to Hank at that moment; the hottest moment of his life. His own daughter's hot flesh was radiating its heat up through his body. His mind was totally vacant of any thoughts other than the need to possess her.

His cock entered her channel easily.

"Oooooooaaahhhhh!

Instinctively, Joan's legs and arms wrapped themselves around her father's body as he began his incestuous assault. The thought that she was willingly joining him only excited him more. In the darkened bedroom, he couldn't see the steady stream of tears flowing from her eyes.

As he penetrated fully for the first time he held fast within her depths as fantastic pleasurable feelings overwhelmed him.

"Aaahhhhhh!" A groan automatically escaped him.

Finally, he began to slide his throbbing cock backwards within his daughter's cunt and just as suddenly, he thrust it back into her.

"Ohhhh," he cried. "Oh Joannie...I love this, baby. Ohhh, you feel sooo goood!"

Again he pulled back and pushed in. He was hurrying his movements without even realizing it. The sensations caused by the wondrous pussy-grasping of his cock were rapidly bringing him to his heated peak. He was soon pushing and pulling with force and speed.

"No daddy, don't...You said you wouldn't...please don't...not in me..."

She could tell by the fierce pounding of his flesh upon and in her and his continuous grunting that he was at the peak of his excitement. The male animal was out in full force.

"Don't daddy, pleeease..."

"Oh baby I'm...oh yeaaaaahhhh, yeaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!"

She was pushing frantically at him as he blindly shot his load but he was unaware of anything but the pleasures of release.

Moments later, he softened and slid out of his daughter and rolled off her and onto his back. He lay there, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. It wasn't until she got up and ran from the room that he heard her crying wildly and began to realize the horror of what he had done.

The End