It was Clara's 18th birthday and her parents had a surprise for her. Bill wrapped a blindfold around her. As they waited for her mother he took the opportunity to look her over without being caught. His eyes raked over her curvy body and fresh, smooth skin and his cock twitched as he envisioned himself bending her over the couch, lifting her skirt up, and inserting his member inside her right there.
Sharon came into the room and shattered his fantasy.
"Ready?" she asked, unaware of her husband's semi.
Clara clapped her hands excitedly and jumped up and down, her luscious C- cups almost bouncing out of her tight pink tank top.
Bill could hardly stand it. He turned to Sharon and smiled. "I think if she waits any longer she'll combust." He knew he would. She laughed and nodded. They lead her outside and removed the blindfold. There in the driveway was a brand new red Mini Cooper. Clara shrieked, and jumped up and down again.
"Oh my god! For me? Thank you! Thank you mommy! Thank you, daddy!" She hugged and kissed both of them tightly, then ran to the car.
"Can I take it for a ride?"
"Sure!" said Sharon. "Bill, why don't you go with her?"
Bill thought for sure Sharon suggested it on purpose, and he could give no excuse not to comply.
Clara had already started the car. Bill got into the passenger's seat and buckled up.
Clara's legs were spread and her mini dared him to reach under it and rub Clara's tight pussy. He shuddered and looked out his window. It was the longest spin around the block he'd ever taken.
When returned the car to the driveway she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you so much! I love it!"
"You're welcome, darling. Enjoy it."
They got out and went back inside to get ready for her party.
At the end of the day, Bill couldn't stand it anymore. After Sharon fell asleep he crept into Clara's room. She was fast asleep under the covers. He pulled them away to reveal her supple, barely clothed body. She wore only a cami and pink cotton boy shorts.
She stirred but did not awaken. He sat down slowly on the bed and ran his fingers over her mound and groaned to himself as he felt the heat emanating from her. He wanted to ravage his daughter's young body, but he controlled himself.
He unzipped his pants and took his hard, throbbing member into his hand and started stroking it as he rubbed the outside of her little panties. She moaned and spread her legs more, but still did not wake up.
He felt moisture seeping through the cotton. "Ohh fuck," he grunted quietly. He moved the panties to the side and found she was shaved. What did she shave for? She had no boyfriend....Could his daughter be a slut? He dipped his fingers in her cream and tasted her sweetness. He stroked his hard cock faster and faster and came hard into his underwear, then pulled the covers back on her and crept out of the room guiltily.
Bill knew it was wrong. Year after year he wanted her more and more. He wasn't dissatisfied with Sharon. Their sex life still thrived. But half the time he found that it was Clara's image in his mind that threw him over the edge as he emptied his seed into his wife's cunt.
The next morning when Clara came downstairs she found Bill sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She poured herself a cup and sat down with him.
"Good morning, daddy."
"Good morning, Clara."
He tried not to look at her in her green satin robe; knowing what was underneath made his cock twitch. Clara didn't notice that he was getting flustered, she was busy flipping through a catalogue.
"Where's mom?" she asked.
"She's in A.C., remember?"
"Oh yeah! I completely forgot about that!"
"It's just you and me, babe," he smiled.
Clara smiled back at him and twisted her straight, brown hair around her fingers. "Well, I'm going to go shower. See ya."
Bill reached under the table as she left and rubbed his growing bulge. He needed to have her. He tried to put the thought out of his mind but the harder he tried the harder he got.
He crept up to her bedroom and found the panties she'd worn the night before on her floor. He picked them up and inhaled her sweet, musky scent. He quickly undid his pants and rubbed the panties on his manhood, imagining himself fucking her up against the wall of the shower.
But the water turned off before he was done, and he swiftly threw the panties on the floor and strode out of the room and into his own bedroom to finish, then went back downstairs.
Clara came down later on, dressed in a blue dress that hugged her tits and waist and flared at her hips.
"Where are you going?" asked Bill, eyeing her up and down.
"Out with some friends for my birthday. I'll be back later."
"No later than 11."
"Dad! I'm 18 now! I shouldn't have a curfew!"
"You're still in high school and you still have a curfew. Don't get yourself grounded for your birthday."
She pouted at him. "But I'll be a senior!"
"No, Clara," he said.
"Fine."
She walked over to him, leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He imagined himself reaching up and grabbing onto her breasts.
"Bye dad, see ya later."
"Bye sweetie. Be safe!"
After she left he decided he would take full advantage of his wife's absence.
Clara came home at 11 o'clock on the dot like a good little girl. She found Bill asleep on the couch.
"Dad? Dad, wake up!"
"Huh? What?" He opened his eyes. "What time is it?"
"It's 11. I'm home on time. I'm going to bed. Good night, daddy!"
An hour later, Bill crept into her room. She was fast asleep. He pulled the covers down and looked her over. She was in a camisole again, and a pair of white, lacy panties.
He sat on the bed and reached between her legs, and lightly dragged his fingers up and down her slit. She moaned but didn't awaken.
He got up then situated himself between her legs, and pulled her panties down. He licked her slowly, from her hole to her rosebud, and she moaned and stirred. He licked faster, savoring her sweetness, and she awoke.
"Wha- Daddy? What are you doing?" she exclaimed. She tried to pull away but his arms were clamped around her thighs tightly, just as his mouth was clamped onto her pussy.
"Dad, don't!"
He didn't answer, his mouth too busy extracting her juices. She moaned and wept, "Please don't...oh god!"
