Date: Sat, 22 May 2010 21:55:42 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Sleeping on the Couch

			   SLEEPING ON THE COUCH
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Around midnight, when everyone else was in bed and sound asleep, sometimes
I'd wake up. Whenever I did, I was hungry; after all, dinner had been at
seven o'clock and Momma didn't believe in kids eating after dinner, you
were supposed to wait until breakfast. But a midnight wake-up meant I woke
up hungry. What I did was slip oh-so-softly downstairs and into the kitchen
and fix myself half of a peanut-butter sandwich or eat a piece of leftover
chicken or a couple of slices of cheese, or something. Just a little
something to stop my stomach from growling and let me get back in bed and
go back to sleep.

But this night, when I got downstairs and turned on the light, I heard
it. A rumbling groaning sound. Someone was in the living room! I could just
see the form lying under the small quilt we kept there to take to football
games or for nights when it got too cold in our living room, like it did
sometimes in the dead of winter. Only this wasn't winter, but it was the
only thing that, if you were sleeping on the couch, you'd have to cover
yourself with.

Just a form, but if someone breaks into your house, you don't immediately
strip off your clothes (the form had bare arms and shoulders, and I could
see the feet, big brawny feet, sticking out from underneath) and lie down
on the couch. I figured someone had come by after my bedtime of nine
o'clock and been offered the couch, and I would be introduced to them in
the morning.

Now I was fine with that. Really. But I DID want to see who it was. I
wasn't going to bother them, honest, just walk over real quietly and see
them, then go back up to my room to finish my (this night) bologna
sandwich.

So I left on the kitchen light and went into the living room to see who was
sleeping on our couch. It wasn't until I got over to him that I saw who it
was. And the word just slipped out without my meaning to. "Daddy!"

Daddy moaned and opened his eyes and looked up blearily, managed a
half-smile. Well, a quarter-smile. "Hey, Kelly!" He said.

"Why you sleeping on the couch, Daddy?" I asked.

"Well, it was your mother's idea." Daddy said.

"Mom thought you ought to sleep on the couch? Why would she think that?"

"I'm not sure." Dad admitted. "But she insisted, so here I am."

"I haven't slept in here since last summer." I said by way of
conversation. How often do you get to just stand there and talk with your
Dad, after all? I mean, without Mom or my two sisters or my older brother
being there, too. Not very often, not when you're the youngest of five kids
and always getting drowned out by elder Sis' super-drama, other Sis' boy
troubles, big brother's wild side and Mom's own desire to talk at Dad
non-stop from the moment he got home until we were sent to bed, and
probably after that. "Me and Nick and Tommy laid out sleeping bags on the
floor and camped out, remember?"

"I remember." Dad said. "Maybe I ought to do that. This couch isn't a
sleeper sofa."

"We could camp out?" I said, getting excited. "Can we camp out tonight,
Dad?"

"Aww, can't you go back to your own bed?" Dad said. "Bad enough I got to
sleep out here!"

"But we'll have fun, Daddy!" I insisted. "Come on. Please? We never do
anything together, just the two of us."

"You sound like your mother." Daddy said, "Her wanting us to go out on a
date very week, yeesh!"

"I just want to do this once." I said. "Just tonight, okay? Okay?"

"Okay." Daddy groaned. "Not going to sleep worth a damn tonight anyhow."

"Great!" I said. "I'll go get the bedroll we used last summer!"

And I raced upstairs to get it. It had been so much fun, this oversized
bedroll, big enough for me and my two friends to all squeeze into and sleep
at the same time.

But Daddy groaned when he saw it. "That thing?" He sat on the couch with
the quilt wrapped around his waist. I could see his big, broad shoulders,
hairy chest, and stomach with his muscles there like pairs of knobs from
his ribs to where they vanished under the quilt.

"Come on, Dad, it's big enough for both of us." I urged him. "It fit me and
Tommy and Nick last summer."

"Yeah, but..."

"Come on, Daddy, get in!" I said, as I crawled in and held the flap open
for him.

"But I..."

"Come on, Daddy, get in!" I said and I reached out and just caught the end
of the quilt with one hand and I yanked on it, hard. Daddy had wrapped it
over himself but he hadn't sat on it so it all came away. Daddy got the
other end of it but he had to stand up to do that, and that's when I saw.

"Daddy!" I said. "You're naked!"

"Damn it!" Daddy griped, semi-serious. "It's how I sleep, okay? I wasn't
expecting to have an audience tonight, or I'd have worn my briefs!"

"Oh, that's okay, Daddy." I said and my hands went under the bedroll and my
legs raised the bottom of the bedroll as I slid my own briefs off and
lifted them out, dangled them so Daddy could see, and dropped them. "You
see? Now we're both ready for bed."

Daddy looked at me and then he laughed. "All right, fair enough, Kelly!
Scoot over and let your old Daddy inside. I just hope it's more comfortable
than the couch."

Daddy got in and I was surprised. This was supposed to be a two-person
bedroll, and the three of us kids had fit in easily last summer. But with
my Daddy in it and it zipped up with some awkward difficulty, it was
awfully tight. Daddy's body was pressed right up against me. My nose was
right up against Daddy's nose, and my head could rest right on one big,
strong arm!

"You see why this is a bad idea, now?" Daddy asked me. "We don't have any
room to move, hardly, in here."

"And both of us naked, too."

"Yeah, and both of us naked." Daddy agreed.

I giggled and pushed my wiener up against Daddy's stomach. "Can you feel
that, Daddy?" And I rubbed it back and forth on him, feeling the hairs
there tickling my pud.

"You're being nasty." Daddy accused me, but he laughed. "You're being just
like me and my brother when we'd share a bed at night, when I was your
age."

"Was it fun for you then, Daddy?"

"Well...yeah, a lot of fun."

"Good." I said and my hand went down and fumbled for his prong. Found it,
and slid it between my legs, pressed them together. It was fat, thick,
almost greasy feeling in how warm it was and how soft, and how firm and how
very, very nice. And I wriggled my hips to make it slide back and forth for
my Daddy.

"Uhhhh, uh, uhhh!" Daddy groaned as I moved my body for him. "Uhh, yeah,
Kelly, shit, yeahhhh!"

"You like that, Daddy?" I said.

Daddy's response was to wrap me in a hard grip and his legs went around
mine, pinning me in place, his pud hard and throbbing in between my thighs,
not too far from my knees. My own prick was nuzzling his stomach.

And Daddy began to thrust himself against me. His prod now was driven back
as far as it could go, I could feel Daddy's balls slap the front of my legs
when he did it, and then he pulled it until the glans nearly slipped out,
and then he'd thrust back to plunge it deeply inside once again.

My own dick was getting rubbed pretty hard against Daddy's stomach with
these moves of his, it was pressing up against him tight and then being
released again to be pressed in anew, this moved the skin on my shaft back
and forth in a way both new and exciting for me. I clung to my Daddy and
let him bounce us both back and forth in the bedroll. The tightness of the
material of the bedroll kept us in place, I think we would have bounced
apart if we'd been in bed or something.

Daddy moaned and he moved, pushed on both of us, and I ended up underneath
him and Daddy shifted so that his cock was higher up on my legs,
practically beneath my balls and his cock slid back and forth, in and out,
back and forth, in and out, and I looked up at my Daddy in wonder.

His big, strong, square face was softer somehow, than I'd ever seen it. His
eyes were half-closed, his mouth partially open, his eyes met mine and his
mouth moved in a sort of grin and a soft chuckle slipped from his
lips. Then his eyes closed entirely and he sighed, a sort of total,
complete sigh of relief and happiness like I'd never heard from him before.

And his body rubbed against mine. My dick was now sliding in his pubic
hair, a thousand silken strands of soft fuzz it what it was, and it stroked
and tickled my pud as it moved on Daddy's body, and I felt a sort of quiver
race through my body as my brain soaked in and understood the totality of
it. A word I'd heard but never understood, a word used in anger and in awe,
used in delight and in derision, a word that expressed complete contempt
and marvelous ecstasy.

Fuck.

My Daddy was fucking me!

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" I moaned. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me harder,
harder Daddy, please!" I was using words I'd overheard coming from a movie
Daddy and his friends were watching until one of them saw me and raised an
alarm and they turned it off in a hurry.

But it was words Daddy wanted to hear. "Yeah, Son, I'll fuck you good,
better than I ever fucked before, yeah, Son, feel this hard pud, wish I
could drive it deep into you, Son, deep into you."

"Come on, Daddy, do it, do it, please, Daddy, do it!"

"You couldn't take it, Son." Daddy panted. "This way is better. Maybe when
you're older."

"Okay, older." I said. "But come on Daddy, shoot it, shoot it for me, hard,
shoot it hard!" The last words I'd heard before I'd been seen.

And Daddy moaned, "Yeah, shooting it, Baby, here it comes, ah,
ah-ah-ah-gah, GAH-AHHHHH!"

And I felt it then, the hot squibs of spunk that shot out of Daddy's cock
and it pooled under me and got on me because he was ramming his cock up and
down on me, and then he pulled completely out and his cock sprang up and
the last squirts of spooge got me on the stomach and on my cock and balls.

And the heat of that did something to my brain, I just know that suddenly I
was having my own climax, not the smaller ones I'd had before, this one was
my first real, true, body-bashing, brain-blowing orgasm! I practically
screamed my joy and I clawed and held onto Daddy tight and shook like crazy
and then it was over and Daddy was still and only his elbows kept him from
crushing me beneath him, and his cock was all slimy and soft and
gooey-feeling and it lay on my leg and it was warm, so warm, warm as my own
cock and warm as the gunk Daddy had squirted onto me when he pulled his
cock from between my legs and it was all warm, all of it.

"Oh, man, baby, God, yeah, good, yeah, good!" Daddy panted to me. He rolled
and put us onto our sides and I gave a push with one foot and we kept
rolling and now I was on top of him. We were also up against the edge of
the sofa with this move.

"Oh, Daddy, that was great!" I groaned. "So really great!"

"Yeah, Son, you're a better fuck than your mother." Daddy grunted.

"You do this with Mom?" I asked, incredulously. I couldn't imagine that,
somehow, not my Mother!

"Not often enough." Dad said ruefully. "It's why I'm out here on the couch
tonight."

"You're not on the couch." I pointed out. "You're with me."

"Yeah, yeah, I am." Daddy agreed. "I'm with you."

"I wish you could be with me every night." I sighed.

"Maybe." Daddy said. "Your brother plans to move out when he finishes
school after graduation. We could put his bed in your room."

I knew that Keith had a nice, big bed. "And you could sleep with me instead
of on the couch!" I agreed.

"Every single night, far as your mother would care."

"That would be better than you sleeping on the couch."

"It sure would."

				  THE END
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