Daddy-Daughter Time

Supervillains had soured Pat Dugan considerably on Blue Valley, but he still enjoyed the drive-in. At his age, he appreciated an intermission giving him the chance to stretch his legs in the middle of a long movie.

“I’m going for popcorn, you want anything?”

“A Coke to go with it,” Courtney said, smiling at him across the darkened interior of his car.

“Anything else?”

“How about a hot dog?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. I’ll go get it with you, daddy.”

“You don’t have to, I can get it.”

“I have to use the bathroom anyway,” Courtney insisted, blushing a little.

“Okay.” Pat opened his door. “Well, let’s be on our way.”

The speaker post blocked Courtney’s door, so she slid across to climb out on the driver’s side while Pat held the door for her. They strolled off between the other parked cars to the concession stand in the center of the drive-in.

Like he’d known he would, Pat felt uneasy at going to the movies alone with his stepdaughter. She’d gotten over her resentment of him, warming up to Pat a lot since the marriage, but now he almost wished she’d go back to her old bitterness. She was showing him she’d accepted him and really overdoing it, because all the affection and attention gave him feelings for his stepdaughter that were far from fatherly.

It made him wonder if she realized how much she was swishing that sexy little ass of hers around lately, especially when she was with him. He doubted it. And wearing boots, a miniskirt, and a knitted blouse guaranteed that he noticed her body, from her plump buttocks to her nicely pert breasts straining against her top. He didn’t think she’d even worn a bra; not that her chest needed one. Her tits jiggled around wonderfully without it. Whoever ended up taking her out on a date would be one lucky guy—Pat had to admit that much.

“I’ll meet you inside, alright?” Courtney chittered to him, shining her big blue eyes at Pat.

“Sure,” Pat nodded. She bounced off without a thought and he stood there, watching her all the way to the bathroom door, feasting his eyes on the alluring sight of her sweet ass wiggling around inside her tight, short skirt, her panties flashing underneath its bobbing hem. He even had a momentary vision of her in a bathroom stall, lifting up her skirt and pulling down her panties, which sent a flush of heat into his groin like he’d just downed a shot of whiskey. Pat shook his head and went to the snack bar.

Pat hadn’t intended to be alone with Courtney. This was meant to be a family outing. But Mike had come down with a fever and Courtney had still wanted to go and Barbara, seeing how Pat was the one who wanted to see a movie at the drive-in in the first place, had volunteered to stay home and minister to Mike. She’d actually shooed them her husband and daughter out of the house, telling Pat he’d promised to take Courtney so he had better climb into the car and keep his word.

Back in the car, waiting for the John Wayne film to start, Pat tried not to notice how Courtney’s soft lips wrapped around her hot dog, taking dainty little bits from it after it was in her mouth. He couldn’t help what he was thinking. He squirmed uneasily as that flush down in his groin got hotter. His cock was definitely longer and stiffer than it had been a minute ago.

Courtney kept throwing little glances at him as she took the hot dog into her mouth. Unless Pat’s eyes were playing tricks on him, there was a devilish twinkle in how Courtney looked at him. It was like she was daring him to knock that hot dog out of her hands and give her something she could put those lips to better use on—if only he had the nerve.

But he didn’t have the nerve. He didn’t want to have the nerve. He couldn’t possibly do such a thing with his own stepdaughter, even if she was objectively one hell of an attractive girl—the kind of girl he’d happily go for if he were a few decades younger. As cute as Barbara was, Courtney had all her looks and more. An eagerness to please that, perverted as it might be, aroused Pat terribly when he combined the thought of it with sex. Barbara was experienced, knowing exactly what she wanted in bed, but Courtney was so virginal, seemed so willing to learn… he wondered if she even knew what she was doing to him with all her little looks.

The movie came on. Pat forced his attention to the screen, figuring he could distract himself from the temptation until it passed. But Courtney wouldn’t let him off that easy. She wanted to torment him into making a decision, and she did it with a yawn.

“I’m getting tired, Daddy. Mind if I lie down?”

“Of course. Just hop in the backseat.”

“You mind if I lie down here?”

And Courtney curled up in the passenger seat, easing her head down onto his lap. She faced the steering wheel, her knees pointed at the dashboard. The back of her head nuzzled against Pat’s groin. He cleared his throat and backed up, but there wasn’t much room between him and the steering wheel for Courtney to take up.

“Would you mind laying the seat back a little?” Courtney asked before Pat could think of a way to ask her to get up without hurting her feelings. “I’d hate to bump my head on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, okay,” Pat said, reaching down for the lever.

The seat eased back, giving Courtney room to rest her head on his thigh.

“Mmm, that’s better,” she cooed.

Then why the hell are you still fidgeting around so much? Pat wanted to ask her. Just hold still, you don’t know what you’re doing to me!

He was wrong there. Courtney could feel exactly what she was doing to him, how his manhood grew harder and bigger every time she accidentally rubbed against it in her never-ending attempt to get comfortable. She’d seen Pat screwing her mother—spied through the keyhole while her mommy got down on her knees and sucked Pat off until he came in her mouth.

Barbara had moaned at the taste and that’s when Courtney had known she wanted that, wanted a taste of Pat’s big juicy cock herself. She’d hoped he’d get the idea from the way she’d eaten her hot dog. Maybe he wasn’t willing to admit to himself the messages she was sending, but Courtney had still noticed a telling bulge at his crotch. He just hadn’t asked her to do anything about it.

She didn’t want to come right out and ask him either, but she wanted his cock. From the way Barbara constantly blew him and drank down his cum, it was obviously delicious enough to be addicted to. Courtney was dying to find out just how it tasted.

Courtney turned onto her back now, her cheek resting against the bulge of Pat’s erection. Christ, maybe she does know what she’s doing, he thought fearfully. He looked at her as she stretched her legs out, letting the left one drop down into the passengerside footspace, while the right lifted up, foot touching the window’s glass. Her tight skirt was at her crotch now, the moon shining down on the white satin of her panties.

Shit, she’s doing it on purpose! She’s showing me her panties deliberately! Please, Courtney, stop this! I’m only human!

Courtney could tell this was it. She turned her face and snuggled up to his crotch, her face right against his cock. Her heart pounded wildly. She smelled his masculine rankness, his arousal, with each breath. She wasn’t telling him what she wanted, but she was certainly showing him. She might get in trouble for it, but it was too late to stop now. Courtney wanted it too bad and she’d gone too far. Just the excitement she felt seemed worth the risk she was taking. She’d never had a thrill like this in all her life. If Pat wanted her to stop, he would have to order her to, because if he didn’t, she was damn sure going to keep going.

Pat felt like a dirty old man just for having this happen to him. Moreover, he felt like he was losing control. It was perfectly clear to him what Courtney wanted. He felt a lurid thrill at the thought of actually giving it to her. Courtney was a cute, sweet girl, but somehow this was her idea, not his. He wouldn’t in a million years have hit on her, but here she was making an advance on him! How was he supposed to resist her when that innocent little body seemed packed with an insatiable hunger for prick?

And no matter how dirty it was, he didn’t want to tell her no. He heaved a guilty sigh and cupped her head in his hand, pressing her cute little face up against his cock as he stroked her soft blonde hair.

“Mmmm, mmm!” Courtney sighed, basking in the warmth from his heated groin as it broke all over her face.

Pat put his other hand between her legs, feeling her sex. Courtney quivered, but she didn’t do anything to pull away from his touch. Instead, she lifted her hips, pressing her mound into his hand, rubbing herself lovingly against his palm.

Pat could feel how hot her cunt was, right through the thin covering of satin that protected her virtue. He tightened his grip, his middle finger circling around between her buttocks and touching her little asshole while the heel of his hand rubbed against her slit.

“Take out your cock!” Courtney urged him, her words hitting his manhood from up close with little bursts of electricity. “Take it out and let me have it in my mouth! I want to lick it and kiss it… have it all to myself!”

“God, I should have my head examined! We can’t do this, Courtney!” Pat said, but it wasn’t like he was doing anything to stop Courtney from unzipping his fly, from reaching inside of his pants. She fumbled with his boxers, and as he dazed down at her eager face, she got her hand inside and captured his throbbing manhood inside her fingers.

“Ooouuuu! It’s so big! Is it supposed to be so big?” Courtney mewled. “How can you even fit a big thing like that inside a girl like me when we’re so small and tight?”

“We make you big and loose, at least for a little while.” It just slipped out of Pat.

“That sounds fun,” Courtney purred, doing her best to pull him out through the small opening in his boxers.

But with how big and stiff he’d grown, that was impossible. Pat had to unbuckle his pants and push them down to his ankles along with his underwear to let Courtney have what she wanted.

“Oh, WOW!” Courtney swallowed hard, her eyes wide as she stared at Pat’s massive cock and the heavy, hairy balls that hung under it. “You’re twice as big as Rex!” she blurted out in her surprise. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to prevent her blunder a second too late.

“So you and Rex, huh?” Pat intoned. He wasn’t exactly crazy about the idea, but he didn’t seem to be in much of a position to criticize her.

“You’re not going to tell my mommy, are you?” Courtney asked him timidly, her big eyes seeming to quiver with the force of her abashment.

“No, of course not,” Pat replied. “Just so long as you don’t tell her about this.”

“Oh, I won’t, Daddy! It’ll be our secret! I won’t tell anyone!” She held up her little finger. “Pinky swear!”

Pat smiled. What in the world was he going to do with this girl? “I believe you, angel. And I’m especially not worried about you telling anyone right now.”

“Why not, Daddy?”

“Because you’re going to have my cock in your mouth for a long, long time. Get going, Courtney.”