Emily Untethered Ch. 03

"Get a hold of yourself!" Grunting, he tried to shift and move his cock out from under her, but she made a show of stretching her neck and laid it back down on top of where he'd moved it. At least he'd been able to get the head under the waist band.

Dakota moved upwards then and turned to face him. She smiled briefly and then kissed him on the cheek before laying back down, this time on his chest, above his ridiculously engorged member.

He sighed in relief.

"Thank God that's over," he thought. Dakota inhaled deeply. One hand was on one of his knees, the other down at her side. His cock, painfully erect, was still tucked into the waist band of his boxer-briefs. He coughed and gently moved a hand down to adjust it.

Dakota's head slid slowly downwards until he felt something soft brush against the tip of his cock, sticking out of the top of his underwear, but still underneath his shirt.

"Oh Fuck, those are her lips," he thought, fighting off the panic rising in his chest.

Dakota sighed happily on his stomach, her warm breathe enveloping the tip of his prick as it seeped through the fabric. Turning up to face him, she smiled.

"Don't stop rubbing my hair," she said.

"Sorry," he muttered, moving his hand back through her red mane.

She sighed happily again and faced the TV, her lips gently kissing the tip of his dick through the shirt. He felt her free hand move from his knee then and up to the waistband of his underwear. She didn't outright start to pull them down, but her hand was definitely helping it on its trip downwards.

He bit his lip as he felt his underwear start to slide.

"This can't happen, this can't happen," he screamed internally, over and over again.

He shifted and pulled his underwear back up to where they had been, his cock pushing free of the waist band. He suddenly realized his mistake when Dakota slid downwards a little more. He glanced southwards and groaned inwardly. His cock was clearly tenting his boxers outward, and her face lay in the valley it created with his stomach.

He looked closer and saw that her eyes were closed.

"Maybe she's asleep!" he thought, hopefully.

He saw her hand moving then, and almost imperceptibly felt a light sensation on his balls.

"Oh Jesus," he thought. Her fingers moved ever-so-slowly upwards until he clearly felt the tips pushing his underwear up and as they began to softly caress the underside of his balls. He groaned, louder than he'd intended and glanced over. Emily lay with her head down, almost as if she was asleep. He saw her eyes move then, and knew she was awake.

"Well that certainly makes this an acceptable situation, now doesn't it!" he thought.

Fingers moved upwards then, sliding into the leg hole of his pants and into his thicket of hair. He felt her soft fingers caress the underside of his balls and again, fought the urge to grab her face and have his way with it. She didn't stay long in his boxers though, and he was briefly relieved when she laid her hand back on his knee.

"Maybe it's all over," he thought. "Now you won't have to worry about hurting a young woman's feelings, or damaging any relationship... or going to jail..." He rolled his eyes at his last thought. "Jail... she's legal, there's no way..." he stopped himself.

Glancing back down, he desperately tried to figure out how to get her up and off of him without Emily noticing anything was amiss. Fingers began moving again, and he felt two reach up and grab either side of his shaft.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed. A thousand conflicting thoughts flooded his mind then. She began to pull downwards faster then and he knew he had to stop her. His cock suddenly slid free, poking proudly upwards in front of her. Quickly, she lifted her face up and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.

One brief moment...

That's all it took. One instant of warmth wrapped around the tip of his long suffering prick, satiny lips and mouth closeting it in a loving embrace. He groaned and shook his head. She moaned softly, her lips closing around him and her tongue rubbing along his shaft, for just one moment.

"Stop this!"

He patted her quickly on the shoulder and lifted her up before standing and rushing upstairs.

*****

Emily glanced over at Dakota, who had sat up as soon as her dad rushed out of the room.

"Did you?" she asked.

Dakota smiled. "I had him in my mouth for just a quick second and then I guess he panicked."

Emily sighed. "I'm sorry, D. I guess this wasn't such a hot idea."

Dakota squirmed in her seat. "Are you kidding me? I'm so goddamn turned on right now I could run upstairs and finish him off without a sweat."

Emily snickered quietly.

"I can go up there and just drop to my knees in front of him, look up at him all innocently if you like."

Emily shook her head. "I don't want to push him to do something he's not comfortable with. I figured he'd blow his load when you laid down on him, much less had him in your mouth."

Dakota came over close to Emily then and nuzzled against her. "I should probably get home," she said finally.

Emily nodded. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Kay," Dakota said, and lifted her chin up to give the blonde a kiss, whimpering softly into it.

"Night, Sexy," Emily said as Dakota stood to gather her things and go.

A few minutes later, presumably when he heard Dakota leave, her dad came down and found Emily sitting on the couch.

"Emily," he said, coming and sitting at one end of the couch. "I'm not here to judge you, but you might want to think twice before you have sex with your girlfriend outside by the pool. I glanced out to check on you and saw you both...while..." he stammered, obviously uncomfortable.

"I know, I'm sorry Daddy," she said. "She's not my girlfriend, though. She can sleep with whomever she likes."

He nodded, trying to move past that part.

"Even you," Emily said, turning and looking at him.

He sighed. "Emily, I told you that you don't need to worry about my sex life."

She turned to face him then. "Dad, you can feel the energy in this house. There's so much pent-up sexual frustration that we're feeding off of each other. Something has to give."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sweetheart, you're having sex. Something is changed already. I'll be fine."

She shook her head. "Daddy, I plan on having a lot of sex now. That's the norm for me. I've come to terms with Cali and I know that I don't regret... most of it. I like what it's turned me in to. I'm an experimental girl and I plan on having fun while I can, sexual fun."

"I know, and there's nothing wrong with doing that. The two of us feeding off of each other though, that has to stop," he said.

"I agree," she said. "I see how you look at me when I walk around. The way your... cock... felt in our hug yesterday nearly pushed me over the edge again. It's not fair that our sexual energy is affecting our relationship."

He shook his head. "I look at you as a daughter."

"Daddy..." she admonished.

He shook his head again. "I appreciate you trying to get Dakota to help me out, I really do, but that's not appropriate. You don't have to worry about your father's sex life!"

"God, you're impossible!" she said, her voice rising with her temper. "Don't you see that I'm just trying to help?"

"Your best friend trying to give me a blowjob isn't my idea of getting a release!" He realized immediately how ridiculous that sounded as soon as it came out of his mouth.

"Most guys would kill for that," Emily snickered. "All I'm saying is that if it happens that Dakota wants to give you a blowjob, then you shouldn't feel bad about wanting her to. Let nature take its course."

He shook his head. "I'm serious, Emily."

She shrugged. "So am I." She stood then and headed upstairs to go to bed.

That night, Emily turned over and looked at the clock. It was near two in the morning. She heard rustling again and sighed, standing to head towards his room.

He whimpered in his sleep and lashed out, tossing sheets aside. He was dreaming of Christine again, she guessed. Emily slipped quietly in beside him, reaching back as she did so and grabbing his hand to pull it around her and put it into place under her ribs. Immediately, he stopped thrashing and his breathing got deeper. She was asleep in minutes.

A few hours later, she awoke to something uncomfortable and erect, poking up between her legs. His cock had slipped out during his nocturnal movement at some point during the night, and was now up tight against her panty-clad pussy. She bit her lip and fought the urge to pull her panties aside.

"So hard," she thought. It was like iron, a steel baton between her legs, demanding her attention.

"You could just slip it in for a moment and then stop...it's been so fucking long..." The thoughts shooting through her head terrified and excited her all at once.

She bit her lip and desperately fought to keep her hands to herself, but finally, unable to control it, she reached down with one hand and gently touched the tip of his cock. Squeezing her eyes closed, she wrapped her fingers gently around him and rubbed it upwards against her panties, pushing the tip into her for a moment before it slid upwards and across her clitoris. Her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy.

"Grggh," he groaned in his sleep, and suddenly she felt him erupt on to her. She moved her hand out of the way as his warm seed burst forth, spraying across her thigh and up into her panties, coating her pussy and drenching her underwear.

She moaned, despite her attempts to keep quiet, and quickly slid out of bed to rush to her own room. Hurriedly slipping in, she grabbed a towel that had been tossed on her bed and moved to clean herself. She looked down, though, and stopped, seeing the pearly white liquid starting to drip off of her soaked panties and run down her leg. Images of her life in California flashed into her head. She saw herself on her knees, two of her boyfriend's friends coating her tongue with their cum. She moaned. "Fuck... so yummy."

She shook her thoughts away.

"It's just semen," she said, desperately fighting the urge. "You can't. It's not right!" She shook her head. "Fuck, it's been so long... I'll bet it tastes so fucking good." She desperately tried to shake the thoughts away again.

Blindingly fast, she ripped her panties down and fell back into her bed. Her fingers seemingly moved of their own accord as her mind screamed at them to stop.

"Just a little bit, just the tiniest little bit... she thought. She lifted a single finger, a dollop of semen hanging precariously from it, and inexorably drew it up towards her hungry lips. Hesitating as it hung a few centimeters from her mouth and tongue, she fought with everything in her to stop herself. Shivering, she finally caved in and sucked the finger in her mouth, a long, low moan filling her room.

"God, that tastes so fucking good," she thought, absolutely hating herself. She felt her pussy quivering in anticipation of being touched and moved her free hand downwards, but then suddenly felt an overwhelming urge.

With a final cry of anguish, or pleasure, she couldn't tell which, she took the panties, soaked with her own father's seed, and smashed them against her pussy. She began to rub frantically as an orgasm, more powerful than anything she'd ever felt, slammed into her. Her back arched as she ground her sopping panties into her snatch. Her pussy convulsed as the warm liquid squished into her folds from the garment, her fingers pushing it in and driving it deeper into her. Convulsing around her own fingers, she was able to let a tiny squeak of pleasure out as her entire body seized and she went rigid for a few moments.

Her hand froze on her snatch for a moment, the panties shoved tightly against her. Her body was stiff and her eyes rolled back in her head. Finally, her muscles relaxed a bit and allowed her to move and breathe again as she crashed down the other side of the orgasm, her entire body flooding with endorphins. Great gasping moans filled the room as she furiously scrubbed her pussy with the panties, eventually slowing and then finally stopping.

The reality of what she had just done slammed into her then and tears immediately came to her eyes. Still, unable to stop herself, she cupped her hand and scraped upwards as she pulled some of the still warm liquid from her pussy.

Crying now, she lifted her hand up... and licked her fingers clean.