Once inside, the task of getting her up the stairs presented the next challenge. MJ was still out of it, her body almost limp and unable to support itself. The stairs were not wide enough to really let 3 people go up, side by side, so we decided the best way was for me to support her shoulders and Dave to carry her by supporting her knees and then go up, but we still had to take it one step at a time. The bedroom belonging to my wife and I was the nearest and I pushed the door open with my butt. Releasing my hand for a brief second, I flicked the light on, and we carried her to the bed before unceremoniously dumping her slumbering body on top of the covers.
“We’d better get her out of these things” I said to Dave, “let’s get the dress off her and I’ll throw it in the washer”. Dave and I removed her shoes then worked the dress up over her butt, over her chest, and finally over her head, leaving her totally naked. Her inner thighs were streaked with drying cum that had leaked out of her as we walked her home. Her face was still splashed with cum and her dress smelled of a mix of sex and vomit. I found myself instantly hardening at the sight of her. Dave too was staring at her nakedness.
I grabbed the dress and took her wet panties from her purse before heading downstairs to pop the soiled clothes in the washer, leaving Dave to make sure she was ok. I added soap and softener, ***********ed a light wash cycle, and pressed start. It started up and turned to leave as I heard the water cascading into the machine.
To this day I don’t know why, but as I returned up the stairs, I quietly peeked through the partially open bedroom door. Dave was standing at the side of the bed and had his erect cock out. He had a phone in his hand and clicked several photos of MJ laying naked on the bed. I then watched, fascinated, as masturbated while looking at her. His strokes had become more frantic, when he turned MJ’s head and inserted his cock into her mouth, he slid his cock in and out a few times as he pumped himself a couple more times and then pushed into her mouth and grunted, spewing cum into the back of her mouth. The sight of her angelic face with her lips wrapped around a cock was every voyeur’s dream come true. He withdrew his cock and looked around for a tissue or something to wipe it with. Not finding anything, he grabbed hold of a handful of her long hair and proceeded to wipe his cock with it. My heart was pounding, and my own erection was throbbing for release, but I decided instead to go quietly back downstairs and pretend to be busying myself with the laundry.
After a few minutes I heard Dave coming down the stairs and I came out from the laundry room to find him standing in the passageway by the front door. “I’d better get back” he said. I nodded. “Look…” he said, “about tonight…” he was clearly feeling awkward and not sure quite what to say, averting his eyes from any direct contact. “Don’t worry about it, Dave, I’m her dad, I feel just as guilty too”. “I could have stopped this any time from the moment when you first put your hand on her knee, but I chose not to”. He looked at me quizzically. I continued… “I guess I was curious, ever since I started watching that guy squeezing her ass… actually curious is not the right word, it turned me on, I wished I had been younger… what I mean is…”. Dave interjected, “no need to explain… must be hard having such a sexy young woman around you every day… biology is biology and we’re programmed to have sex”. I paused before responding “the truth is that I enjoyed seeing you touch her, I wanted you to fuck her… in fact, I wish those guys had taken her out the back and I could somehow have watched”. Dave grinned at my revelations of being such a voyeur, possibly feeling somewhat relieved by my honesty with him. “You’d better get back to her, best she’s not left alone and keep her on her side instead of on her back, we don’t want her choking if she throws up again”. “Let’s talk more tomorrow”, he added.
I nodded and we said our goodbyes. After closing the door for the night, I headed back up the stairs. Dave had somehow managed to get MJ into the bed, so her head could rest on a pillow and had covered her with the bedding. I undressed and climbed into bed naked next to MJ’s sleeping form. I was alone at last with my sleeping 16-year-old daughter. I turned on my side and spooned with her, sliding an arm around her. My fingers toyed with her thin patch of pubic hair, before moving up to cup one of her breasts. They were so amazing to hold. My cock got instantly hard and started pressing into her butt cheeks. MJ seemed to be in a deep sleep and the warmth of her vulnerable young body next to mine made me start to fantasize. I imagined her going out the back of the pub with the dart guys, of them taking turns to kiss her and touch her. I wondered how she would respond when she was relatively sober enough to enjoy it and participate. I loved the idea of seeing how she would be when she was turned on and alert enough to participate. I wondered if she masturbated and what she fantasized about.
My cock grew even harder, and I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb as I started to slide my cock between her thighs, my cock twitched as it started rubbing against her pussy. Temptation got the better of me and I maneuvered myself, so the tip of my cock was pressing against her opening. Her pussy was still slippery wet, possibly from remnants of the cum she had inside her. I pushed a little harder and carefully slid my inside. My mind was visualizing those big burley guys and how big their cocks would struggle to slide into her willing pussy. The sensation of being in her pussy was amazing, so warm, so wet, tight like a glove. I imagined her moaning and enjoying being fucked, I imagined her cumming over and over, of them taking turns with her. I imagined her getting filled with cum. My cock was deep inside her and started to pulsate. My fantasies ran free and wild and soon I was at the point of no return. My balls tightened and I felt rope after rope of my own cum fill my daughter. I lay together with her, my cock still inside her, twitching, still leaking cum until I finally deflated. I had never imagined possibility of fucking her before tonight, the ecstasy of watching her or being inside her, but now I had become a total addict, addicted to the possibilities of her bourgeoning sexuality.
I needed badly to sleep but tried to fight through it because I knew that I couldn’t leave her naked like this for her to wake up naked next to me in the morning. I climbed out of bed and made my way to her room. I rarely entered her bedroom, and it was a surprise to see how girlish it still was. A collection of stuffed bears on her bed, the room decorated in soft pastels, and cartoonish characters printed on her bedsheets. I found her nightdress, an old baggy t-shirt that she would often wear and rummaged in her draw for a pair of panties, ***********ing a light pastel blue pair of cotton panties with white lacy edges. Returning to my bedroom, I slid them carefully over her feet and inched them up her legs. I pulled the sheets over to the side, then rolled MJ onto her back and worked them over her butt. I paused for a moment, marveling at the sight of a small trickle of cum that was seeping from her pussy and running between her ass cheeks. I scooped some up with my middle finger and placed it on her small dark rosebud of an anus, using it to slide the tip of my finger inside. I wanted to fuck her there too, I wanted to fuck her mouth as Dave had just done and cum in her mouth, to feel her sucking me, but we both were too far gone and I had cum so hard twice already; I felt like my balls had no more cum to give. Snapping out of my temporary trance and forcing the fantasies out of my mind, I tugged her panties up into place and grabbed her t-shirt, easing it over her head. It was a bit of a struggle to get her arms through, and to pull the t-shirt down covering her breasts and down her torso, but I managed it eventually. As I pulled it over her head, I could see the pool of cum still in her mouth, mixed with saliva, a small trickle escaped from the corner. I wondered if she would swallow it. A few strands of cum were stuck in her hair, but I figured I could blame that and any residual after taste easily enough on her throwing up.