"Why not?" Conrad said as his cock sank into his daughter's pussy.
The question he was asking was, why not fuck his own little girl. He had just as much right as the next guy to have a taste of her hot 18 year old cunt, maybe more.
But how did it all start? Because at the start of the day he was faithful and content to fuck his – still admittedly hot – wife of 22 years.
It started like all things do sort of without even thinking it was starting, Conrad Hart was a nice respectable man with a pretty good life, Conrad had two nice kids: his boy Paul, a junior in college, and his apple of his eye, his baby girl Clarissa just turned 18 and almost out the door for college herself next year. He also had his sweet sexy wife, Jennifer – Jenny for short – and they had a wonderful life still filled with plenty of hot sex, and all the other lovey dovey perks that come with it.
Conrad and his wife filled their romantic time you see, with fucking............that's right, not love making.........FUCKING!!
It isn't that they were not in love, oh yes they were. But they both loved it rough and hard and dirty................the filthier the better Jenny always said to him, as he pounded her in her cunt, or just as often in her tight asshole.
Looking back what was it then that brought him to the point of slamming his shaft deep into his special little girl Clarissa.............Punkin as he mostly called her.
It started earlier that day, when instead of going to work straight from home for that afternoon meeting and his few hours running the office, got a craving for a burger. He normally ate his breakfast or in the case of a late day like today, his lunch at home before leaving. But today he ran out and as he waved to his little Punkin, Clarissa, herself on her way out to meet her school friend Sharon for cheer practice, he found himself looking at her small near perfect ass sway down the block and felt a sting of sadness. Not sadness that he was going to work or had missed lunch but that here he was, 44 years old and soon his daughter would be gone. Off to college just like Paul she planned to stay in the dorms. Conrad sighed, "Oh crap, why is she growing up? Please honey stay home with daddy." Maybe it was melancholy, maybe wanting to feel young again – be twenty six again and holding his infant daughter – whatever it was he found himself thinking about taking the kids and his wife to Cappy's.
Cappy's was a dive, not a nice family restaurant but his kids loved it and before the kids he took Jenny there after class many a day, when they were dating. Conrad looked at his watch, saw he had no time to stop, and didn't give a shit. So he called work and said he had a family emergency; parked the car and went inside sliding into a booth ordering the usual: burger fries, and coke. Ahhh yes, a man needs a meal from his youth when he feels old.
As he began to devour his huge burger he surveyed the surroundings and thought, things look very much like always don't they. Boy's and girl's from the local high schools cutting class, moms and their kids have lunch before going to shop at the nearby mall. It was all just like always.
"Yeah, yeah, you bet it was great. Man what a fucking mouth this girl had. My dick felt incredible." Conrad's ears pricked up at this series of sentences. He realized he was hearing the three boys behind him, obviously talking about some local high school tramp.
He always wondered how one girl could be so good and respectful and sweet like his Clarissa, and sitting right next to her in class, the next girl – most likely from the same background – might be the school tease, or even its slut. Conrad Hill felt his cock stir thinking about some hot teen slut with her mouth jammed down on one of these boys' cocks.
Then he heard this: "Really? Man what a lucky shit you are Billy, who is she?"
"Clarissa Hill"
"Oh man! That girl is so hot, but she is such a tight ass, how did you get her to suck your dick? I mean she don't even date, boys," the kid chuckled. "Shit we thought she was a dyke."
Conrad's chest tightened as he listened to the teenagers talk. My girl? How can it be he thought, as he continued to listen his burger now in its plate.
"Well she ain't a dyke that's for sure," the lucky blow-job recipient said.
"Did she let you fuck her?" a third boy said.
"No the bitch told me she was – get this – saving her cherry for true love."
"Fuck no!"
"Yes she did...........she actually said she is saving her virginity for her true love. But here's the real deal. I found out she doesn't date at school but she sucks lots of cock. She's a fucking slut, just not at school, I my friends are the lucky first at school."
The boys hooted and laughed, then calmed down and continued to listen.
"She picks up guys around the college and sucks them off; sometimes she takes a guy in an alley and blows him. She loves it in her mouth but get this she usually pulls it out and sprays it over her face too."
Conrad sat with his face white. Another voice – the second boy said, "What a cum slut piece of shit man, and to think I thought she was little miss prim and proper."
"That's enough!" Conrad stood looking down at the three high school boys. His angry face and tone of voice told the boys, who were about to tell him to buzz off, that this guy wasn't someone to mess with right now.
"Do you scumbags know that this girl you guys are talking about is someone's fucking daughter? Someday you jackasses might have one. Keep it in mind." As he turned around he stopped at the counter and paid for his food and left, leaving behind the three dumbfounded kids in their booth.
Conrad never went to work but rather drove back to his house and found a note from his wife; it said she wouldn't be back until late tonight maybe after midnight, because her mom wasn't feeling great and she was going to stay with her until her brother got a home attendant to come for the night. He said it wouldn't be until late evening, she wrote in her note. Jenny asked if he could get something delivered for him and Clarissa tonight.
Conrad Hill looked at the pictures in the living room of his daughter; they ranged in age from infancy until her fairly recent 18th birthday party. How in the world this could be, Conrad thought to himself, that she could become a dirty joke among boys at school. How does my little girl become a fucking dirty back alley cocksucker, how? Hearing the door slam he was snapped back to reality, he glanced at the clock and saw it was already 5:00. "Daddy? Mommy? You guys here. Oh, hi Daddy, where's Mommy?" Conrad stared at his daughter and could only picture her on her knees in an alley. He felt his penis stir in his pants, and his stomach clench as soon as he felt it and knew he found it a turn on to think about, a turn on, but also a horrible disappointment to him.
"Daddy what's wrong," Clarissa said, her voice trembling.
"Momma is at grand's she won't be back 'til late"
"Okay, but Daddy is everything else a-alright?"
Conrad looked at his daughter, and thought, look at her. And look he did, and she was hot, very hot, as hot as her mom. She had long red hair and full lips. Her hips weren't wide but they fit her height perfectly, and her legs in her short cheer outfit were not long but were just gorgeous, the shape amazing, just like her mother's.
"Do you have anything you want to tell me Clarissa?" Conrad spoke firmly using a tone he had rarely used on his daughter even when she was little.
Clarissa shook a little and found she couldn't stop shaking, and said, "What do you mean Daddy....sir?"
