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09-23-2007, 06:18 PM
Dad Deserves the Very Best
by libidinal

My father and mother had finally gotten divorced. It had been a really rocky marriage for many years now, and their separation was long overdue. At least that's what my sister and I felt. But mom and dad, despite the vast gulf between them, figured they'd invested twenty years in their marriage and were reluctant to admit failure. I could understand that, but, still, the constant misery they'd been putting each other through for years made it very clear to me and Peg that mom and dad just weren't meant for each other anymore. And probably never were in the first place.

Though I'd been close to my mom when I was young, as I became older a gulf began to develop between us. She couldn't stand watching me grow up and become a woman. As long as I was her little baby girl, a girl she could both coddle and control, everything was okay. But once I entered adolescence, showing independence, maturing and developing my sexuality, my mother, for some reason, just couldn't stand it. And the same went for my sister, who was a year younger than me. Though Peg, watching me go through all that warfare with mom, was better prepared to just step back and avoid mom's irrational outbursts and rampages.

My relationship with my father was very different, however. Peg and I had always been daddy's little girls, and that never stopped. He pampered us when we were children and encouraged us to express ourselves and develop in our own ways as we matured. He loved watching us turn into adolescents, and then into young women, proud to see his girls blossom and mature.

And so in recent years, while my mom and I had finally resolved some of our very real conflicts, I still couldn't help take my dad's side in his ongoing battle with mom. He tried to be a good husband, but she just wouldn't let him. And I always sensed that while dad was a very warm, very physical and, probably, very sexual man, mom was something of a cold fish. Her own mom was like that and I think she just inherited the trait. She had empathy for the poor and the oppressed, but found it hard to be tender or comforting to those close to her. It seemed like a chore she would only do reluctantly for mom to caress me and my sister when we needed that, needed a mother's comfort. While dad was always there for us, soothing us when we were upset, wrapping a protective arm around us when we yearned for that.

And now, finally, they had split. Dad had moved out of their house a couple of weeks ago and was staying in a hotel. But that was getting expensive, I knew, and I was sure it was lonely. He had a bid out on a condo he was seeking to purchase, but it would be at least a month or two before that would become available. So I suggested to dad that he stay with me. I had a two-bedroom apartment and my roommate had moved out recently to take a job up in Alaska. I told dad he could move in with me until he got settled. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, that it might be uncomfortable having one's father in the next bedroom, how would guys I dated feel about that? Wouldn't it constrain me? But I told him, no. I loved my dad and I wanted to be there for him in this, his time of need.

"Me and Peg were always curious, dad, but we never thought we could ask you about it, you know how that subject can be," I probed. "But mom and you? You two didn't have much of a sex life, did you?"

My sister and I had, in fact, long been intensely curious about this. Mom had seemed like a cold fish to us, but you never know what happens behind closed doors. Cold fishes can sometimes really heat up. Though we doubted it in mom's case. There was just something so reserved about her. And we never heard noises or anything coming from their bedroom, even when we were little and they were young. Hell, at forty dad still seemed young to me. That's another thing, all these years he's had this youthful aura about him while mom acted like she hated her youthfulness, was wasting it. She was a real beauty when she was young, and she still had her looks, but it's like she was bitter about her lost youth, like she felt she had wasted it on dad.

"To be frank, honey, no," dad said. "I mean you know how gorgeous your mother is, how she was a beauty queen when I first met her. I guess I was just blinded by all that."

My mom, I'll admit, has always been a real looker, and when she and dad met she had just been selected as a runner-up in a statewide beauty contest. Dad told me that, like a lot of young guys, he only paid attention to looks then. And so they met at eighteen, and at nineteen were married, mom already pregnant with me. Mom was a real peach, everyone said so, and guys flocked around her in droves. So dad felt lucky, he said, when he won her over. He figured he had won himself quite a prize.

But over the years that prize had begun to seem more like a booby prize as mom's true nature was revealed.

"So you didn't do it too much, huh?" I probed further, feeling remarkably comfortable for some reason as I began to talk to dad about his sex life with my mom.

"No, not too much, even when we were younger," he admitted.

"Mom just wasn't into it?"

"I'm afraid not."

I wasn't surprised to hear this and, for some reason, it actually made me happy. I was sort of glad to learn that my dad had never really found sexual satisfaction with his wife, my mother. Maybe that was selfish of me but, still, it made me feel good.

"So did you go out on her much, dad? Did you have affairs?" I asked boldly as he squirmed a little in his chair.

"Some," he admitted. "Yeah, I did."

"Did mom know? Did she ever find out?"

"She found out a couple of times, and we had some real battles over that before she sort of came to accept it. But I had to get love somewhere, honey."

"Yeah dad, I know you did," I said sympathetically. "Because I bet you've always been a real sexy guy. And horny too."

There! I said it! I got it out of my system. I'd long thought this about my father, that he was a really sexual animal, and that all that carnality was wasted on my mother. I couldn't believe mom didn't respond to dad's vividly alluring masculinity, his sheer, raw sexiness. Even my girlfriends used to say to me how they thought my dad was a real stud. They said my mom was gorgeous and all, but they'd never mention anything about her seeming sexy. Because she wasn't.

Dad smiled at me now. It's like he actually got a kick having me ask him whether he was a horny dude.

"Yeah, sweetheart, that's one thing I have to admit," he said. "I've always had a hell of libido. I guess you can say I'm 'horny'."

Just hearing him say that thrilled me. Your own father, whom you adore, admitting how he's got a potent libido! And now that he was separated from mom and on his own, I figured he was hornier than ever!

"So what kind of women did you mess around with? Did I ever meet any of them?" I quizzed further.

Now dad filled me in, happy to be getting some of this off his chest. One of these women he mentioned I knew real well because she happened to be our next door neighbor. I used to play with her kids when I was young. Like dad, she was unhappily married and I guess they had found each other in their time of need. He told me how he'd sneak over there, just twenty feet from our own house, when Shirley's husband was at work or out of town.

"Did mom ever find out about Shirley?"

"No, that's one she never knew nothing about."

It's a good thing too, because mom still lived next door to Shirley and her husband!

Suddenly I noticed what time it was.

"Oh shit, dad, I've got to get ready!" I told him. I had a date that night and didn't realize how late it was. So I reluctantly excused myself -- by this time it was hard to tear myself away from dad and his revelations. Hearing them seemed more exciting than going out with Trent. Though all this talk with dad had made me start feeling real horny, and maybe Trent would take care of that. He was an okay fuck when he wanted to be.

I reminded dad I had a date that night, promising to pick up where we left off tomorrow, continuing our conversation about him and my mom and their sex life, and the state of dad's libido.

"Have a good time, hon," he waved as I left, the sweetest of smiles lighting up his handsome face.

Many hours later, after a very disappointing evening with Trent, I returned home, letting myself in very quietly so as not to disturb dad, who was probably already asleep. But then I noticed there was a thin stream of light peeking through his door, which had been left slightly ajar. It seemed dad was in fact still up, and I wondered what he was doing. So I tip-toed over quietly, thinking he may have fallen asleep with the lights on. But when I looked in his room, through the crack in the door, I could see my father was very much awake, and not only awake, but keeping very busy.

Because there he was in bed, looking down at some magazine, his fist wrapped around his very erect cock, masturbating! I could hardly believe what I was witnessing -- I had walked in on my own father jerking off to some girlie magazine!

I stood there silently, watching. I'd always thought my father was real cute and sexy, and had to admit to myself guiltily that I sometimes thought of him as a sex object. And tonight, having talked to him about sex and how he hadn't gotten what he needed from mom, I felt myself becoming aroused by dad. He was staying with me, in the adjoining bedroom and just the thought of that now made my head spin. Going out on my date with Trent all I could think about was dad and the conversation we were having before I split. I began to feel really turned on. And I realized it wasn't Trent who was turning me on, but thoughts of my dad! Trent even mentioned that I seemed to be acting especially hot tonight. What he couldn't know was that it wasn't him who was making me hot, but thoughts of my own father!

And now, after a disappointing date, here I was, looking at my naked father, furiously masturbating!

Naturally the first thing I noticed was his cock. It was big and it was beautiful! I hadn't remembered ever seeing my dad's penis before, soft or erect. And now here it was all stiff and swollen, his fingers wrapped around it as he stroked it slowly, gazing at his magazine. I could feel my pussy instantly cream as I stared at the incredible sight of dad playing with himself like this. How I would have liked to slide a hand under my skirt, under the elastic of my panties and start playing with myself as I kept watching him! But I feared that I'd make noise and be noticed. And I didn't know if I wanted that; it would probably put an abrupt stop to this intensely erotic sideshow.

Dad took his time stroking it and after awhile I just couldn't stand it any more and finally brought a hand down between my legs. I must've been rubbing it a little too hard or maybe dad heard my panting, because suddenly he looked up, wondering whether he had heard something. Instantly I had to think what to do. Should I just pull back silently, tip-toeing back to my own bedroom and leaving dad to his own devices? Or should I do what I was more and more feeling like doing, though I knew how outrageous that would be. Should I reveal myself to dad and let him know I'd been watching him?

And that's what I decided to do, opening the door all the way, letting him see me standing there.

"Why look at you, dad, enjoying yourself," I said matter-of-factly as he gazed up at me, frozen in shock to see me there. Now I walked into the room nonchalantly as my father tossed the magazine aside and pulled his hand away from his penis.

"Check it out! You've got a big one," I said, pointing out the obvious. "I guess mom just didn't know how lucky she was."

Dad smirked.

"She didn't view that as luck. The bigger it was, the more she had to endure was the way she looked at it," he said bitterly.

"Well me, dad, I just love enduring a nice, big one," I said, amazed at my boldness.

"What are you doing home anyway, baby?" he asked, his cock now softening, the stiffness leaving his penis still big and meaty, but soft now. Which, of course, I regretted. I had told dad I'd probably be spending the night with Trent.

"Oh, my date was really shitty," I explained. "We went back to Trent's place and I was feeling real horny and stuff -- partly it was the way you and me had been talking about sex before I left -- but Trent had drunk so much beer he couldn't even get it up. So I split."

My dad looked up at me amazed, and I was amazed too, telling him how disappointed I was that I couldn't get fucked that night.

Now that he had fully taken in that I was standing in front of him like this, having watched him masturbate, he started to squirm.

"I feel so embarrassed, honey," he said, a pained look on his face. "You coming home and seeing me like this."

"Don't dad, don't feel embarrassed. In fact, you just put your hand right back where it was, you hear me?" I said, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing his own hand down to his cock again, stunned that I was actually doing that. And the way he gazed into my eyes, I'd say dad was pretty stunned himself.

"Go ahead dad, keep stroking it. You can do it in front of me. I loved watching you do that." I said, picking up the magazine he'd been looking at. It was opened to a spread shot of a big, busty blonde holding her legs wide open to expose the glossy pink slit of her shaved cunt.

"Is this how you like your pussies, dad, shaved?" I asked.

"No, not especially," he said.

"I sure don't shave mine," I said, all inhibitions gone now. "In fact I got myself quite a bush down there, between my legs."

This was the moment of truth. How far was I going to go?

"Want to see it, dad?"

"Bu-- but-- " he stammered.

"But what?"

"But you're my daughter, Wendy," he said, protesting lamely. What I noticed, however, was that his cock, which had shriveled and gotten small and soft, was now quickly swelling and stiffening again as he began to stroke it. That told me what I needed to know.

"Look at you, dad. You're obviously pretty horny. I come home and I catch you masturbating," I said. "Well, like I told you I was hoping to get some tonight and I didn't. I'm feeling horny too, real horny. So how about I masturbate too? How about I join you and we beat off together, watching each other?"

I tossed away the magazine.

"Instead of looking at that, a picture, you can look at me, live and in 3-D. What do you say, dad?"

He was still stunned to silence.

"That okay?" I said, standing there.

"Uh-- yeah-- I guess-- yeah--" he said, nervous.

"Good, dad," I said, "I'll sit right over here, opposite you."

My dad was stretched out on the bed, and opposite the bed was a little sofa my roommate had left behind when she moved to Alaska.

So now, as dad watched, stroking his shaft, I took off my clothes.

I turned around so he could see me unsnap my bra, taking it off, then slowly turned around to reveal my tits.

"Think they're pretty, dad? I know they're not as big as mom's."

I was perfectly aware that I had a perfect set of tits, round and firm. I'd been complimented on them many times, by guys and by babes. And though mom may have had big ones, they were always of the soft side and a little droopy. So I can imagine what dad was thinking, gazing at my pair.

Then I turned around again and slowly rolled my panties down over my ass, letting dad have a good view of my smooth, satiny bottom before I turned around and showed him that bush I'd mentioned.

"See?" I said, suddenly falling back on the couch and spreading my legs wide as dad gazed between them, his eyes a pair of intense lasers, scanning suddenly exposed sights. "No shaved pussy here."

I have an especially dense, thick pubic bush, honey colored, and I'm kind of proud of it. I think it's sexy.

"I shave a little down here in the summer," I said, pointing to my upper thighs, right below my crotch. "So it's smooth when I put on a bikini."

I did in fact have faint downy curls there, which I do shave. But that's all. Otherwise I leave my pubic hair natural, never trimming it.

"And here's what I've got under all that hair," I said, reaching in and spreading my outer labia, letting my father have a vivid view of my raw, pink pussy. I knew exactly what that pussy looked like. I'm one of these women who likes to look down at myself in a mirror. The same way I'm always hearing compliments about my breasts, both guys and girls have told me what a pretty pussy I have, so that made me a little bit of a narcissist about it. And I always looked forward to the moment when I could really show it off. Though I didn't think I'd be showing it off to my own father!

"Is it pretty, dad?" I couldn't help asking, seeing how intently my father was staring between my open legs as he fisted himself and I held it wide open for him. "Is it prettier than mom's?"

"Shit!" he smirked. "That cold bitch wouldn't even let me look at hers. I'd have to go down on her in the dark."

Wow! Dad sure felt a lot of pent-up resentment for mom.

"But yours, honey, yours is a beuatiful, a work of art."

"And your cock, dad, that's another piece of art," I said, staring at it. In fact, in my view at least, dad had himself a beautiful, perfect cock. I considered myself sort of a connoisseur of cocks, having laid my eyes on quite a few of them. And to supplement my personal observations, I've been a keen viewer of porn videos, which have allowed me endless opportunities to peruse erect cocks of every size, shape and color. From all this I've developed some standards. Proportion is all-important, though I do prefer my cocks on the large size, and thick too. And I especially like the sort that has a nice long muscle running along the underside, which gives the penis a real definition, like a sculpted body shaped by lots of hours in the gym. Though the sculpting of a cock is inborn and can't be altered by any effort. Anyway, dad had that kind of cock, I could now see, the kind that's defined by a muscle etching its underside.

Looking at his cock, I thought about our next door neighbor, Shirley enjoying it, sucking on it, taking it inside. Shirley's a rather ordinary looking, scrawny women. But she still oozes this intense, unmistakable sexuality, something I'd always noticed about her and, evidently, so had dad. So now I pictured Shirley dropping down to her bony knees in front of my dad, taking his big cock between her full lips.

"Bet Shirley loved that cock of yours," I couldn't help saying. "It's so big and hard. Bet Mr. Munson didn't have one like that."

Mr. Munson was Shirley's husband and, like my mom, he seemed to be another prude. No wonder Shirley and my dad, living in houses only a few yards apart, came to lust for one another.

"Yeah, she had herself a pretty good time with it," dad said, allowing himself a smile.

Now I wet a finger in my mouth and brought it down to my clit which I knew was hard and swollen and clearly visible to dad. Some babes, you can hardly see their clits under the hoods. But mine, it always stands out like a shiny, pink pea when I get excited.

"Look dad, I got myself a little hardon too," I said, flickering a finger across my engorged clit, showing it off. And, bringing a couple of fingers of my other hand to my mouth to make them wet, I brought them down to my stiff nipples and now rubbed them, giving dad a really sexy show, playing with my titties as I rubbed my pussy.

"See, isn't this better than a nasty old magazine?" I purred as he stroked away at his penis furiously, obviously loving the view of his naked, exposed daughter masturbating right in front of him. As I relished the sight of my father twisting his thick, long cock in his fist.

"Whack it, dad, go on and beat that meat!" I urged him, now sliding a couple of fingers up my very wet cunt, making sure dad had a perfect view of those stiff fingers disappearing up my vagina. I told my dad I'd be his alternative to a stroke mag, and now I was more than fulfilling my promise.

"Here, check this out," I said, suddenly turning around on my knees and sticking my butt out at him. I'm well aware that I have a pair of buns to die for, and now I wanted to make sure dad got himself a nice eyeful of my sexy bottom.

"Like my butt, daddy?" I cooed, looking over my shoulder at him, seeing his eyes glazed over as he took in the view. Then I reached back to hold myself open so dad could see what I kept hidden between those buns of mine.

"Did those babes you'd see, the ones you went out on mom with, did they let you come near their butts? How about Shirley? Did she or any of those other sluts like to have you come knocking around their back doors?" I couldn't help asking him.

"A couple," he answered. "Especially Shirley."

"No shit!" I said. The next time I went over to visit my mom, I'd have to go over and say hello to Shirley. Of course I wouldn't be able to say anything about what I knew. But I'd be looking over that runty housewife with fresh eyes, knowing she and my dad made it, and that she let dad do her up the butt!

"How about you, honey?" my dad asked. "You sure seem to like showing it off. Do you take it up there?"

Now I wet a finger in my mouth and worked it between my cheeks and into my asshole.

"I sure do, and I love it, too," I confessed truthfully, amazed that dad and I were sharing such intimacies about our sexual proclivities. "That's something you now know about your daughter that you didn't know before, that she loves getting screwed in her butt."

"Wendy, I can't believe we're talking like this to each other, that we're doing what we're doing," dad exclaimed, still finding it all stunningly remarkable.

"Well we are, dad, we are," I said, turning back around and facing him again. "I'm turning you on and you're turning me on and we're beating off together. It's wild, isn't it?"

"It sure is, honey," he growled, fisting that boner ferociously now, his face getting a little red, the veins in his neck showing. I could tell dad was close now, close to the brink. And I was as close as I needed to be. I could get myself off anytime now, but I wanted to see dad get off first. I wanted to see it shoot out of him. And at just that moment, when the semen was exploding out of his cock, that's the moment I'd get myself off.

"Go ahead, dad, beat it. Get off. Let me see you shoot it," I urged as seconds later he closed his eyes and threw his head back, one stream of cum after another shooting out of his prick and landing all over his stomach and chest, even up over his face. That was one of the nastiest things I'd ever seen, my father's sperm landing all over himself as he beat himself off.

"Look at you, dad, you creamed all over yourself!" I howled as I brought myself to the peak. "Now me, dad. Meeeee!!! Now I'm getting off!!!"

My whole body convulsed and quivered as an electrifying orgasm raced through my nervous system, its zenith felt in my clit, so aroused and sensitive now that I actually had to pull my finger away.

"Oh God, dad, that felt so goooood!"

We looked at each other now, both panting, our chests heaving as we regained our breath. My legs were still spread wide and my pussy, I knew, was soaked. Dad was staring right at it as my own eyes drifted over his trim, fit body, covered with gobs of his own semen.

"I'll be right back," I said as I got up and went to the bathroom. I soaked a wash cloth in warm water and returned to my dad, wiping him clean of his own cum, even daring to pat his penis with the wash cloth.

"What do you usually do, release it into a tissue, dad?" I asked. I always wondered how guys dealt with that. Did they just stain everything in sight with their semen when they ejaculated? Or did they jerk off into a towel or a tissue? Or all over themselves, as dad just had?"

"Yeah, honey, that's what I usually do," dad said, staring at me, still in a trance I could see, amazed at what had just transpired.

"You feel good, daddy?"

"Yeah, I feel real good, hon."

"So do I," I said. "I'm so glad we did this. It felt so intimate. I feel so close to you now, dad, closer than I ever have."

This was an awkward moment. What was going to happen now? Of course we really hadn't had sex, we hadn't violated that ancient taboo. We'd just jerked off together and turned each other on. True, I had patted down dad's cock after he'd cum. But that was still pretty innocent. I figured now I'd better not push my luck and take it too far. I could see that dad looked a little stunned by all this.

"Good night, dad."

So I just gave him a little goodnight kiss before returning to my room. Of course I would've gladly slipped in there with him, under the sheets right next to dad. But he looked a little flustered and unsure now that he had cum. After all, he and his adult daughter had just beat off right next to each other. That wasn't what you'd call an everyday family occurrence!

When I woke up the next morning dad was already gone. There was a note telling me he had gone over to sign some papers concerning that condo he was buying, and that he'd be back sometime in the afternoon. I didn't have any classes that day, and had planned on doing some shopping and taking care of a few errands. But after that wild scene with dad I felt lazy, like a cat who just wants to purr and stretch all day. I didn't even bother getting dressed as I just lounged around the house naked, making myself a cup of coffee, watching a dumb soap opera, something I almost never do. And, most of all, thinking about me and dad, reliving every second of what had happened last night. In fact, that soon got me so excited, reminiscing about it, that I just flung myself back on my bed, legs spread wide, and beat off again, conjuring up images of my father playing with his big penis while I showed off my steamy pussy to him.

A little later, as I dropped my butt down on the toilet ready to take a piss, I heard dad's key in the door. I hadn't bothered closing the door to the bathroom and now I could hear dad heading for it. I smiled to myself as suddenly there he was in the doorway, staring down at me, just as I began to pee.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't know you were in here," he said, starting to close the door.

"It's cool, dad. You can stay. You can stay keep me company while I piss," I said, spreading my thighs so that could see the yellow stream of urine leaving my pussy. I guess after last night I had become obsessed with the idea of showing off for him.

Finished now, I wiped myself dry and stood up.

"Did you need to take a pee, dad?" I asked. "That why you came in here."

"Yeah," he said, standing there a little awkwardly, but his eyes showing horniness again as he gazed at my still naked body.

"Well go ahead, dad," I urged, lifting up the toilet seat for him. "You can piss now that I'm done."

Still a little unsure of himself, he unzipped his pants and pulled it out, stepping up to the toilet. He was probably nervous because for a few seconds he just couldn't do anything. Then, suddenly, he started pissing.

"Here, let me hold it while you pee," I said, boldly taking his penis in my hand as he urinated. I had decided earlier on that jacking off with my father was not enough, not by a long shot. Now that we had done that, now that we had opened up to each other about our sexual longings, I wanted him. I had decided that I was perfectly willing to violate that powerful taboo and have sex with my own father! He obviously needed some, and though I was getting plenty from several different quarters, what I wanted most of all now was dad -- dad and that big, thick cock of his! The only question was, did he feel the same way? Despite his lust, would he be willing to go that far?

When he was done, I shook off the last few drops. I'd done this to guys a few times, held on to them while they peed and I've always sort of liked that. But then again, I love holding a cock in my hand under just about any circumstances.

As I held on to him like this, shaking off the last drop or two, his cock began to thicken and stiffen in my hand, just as I hoped it would.

"Look at you, dad," I purred. "You're getting all big and rigid again."

Now that he finished peeing, I put the toilet seat back down and sat on it, my dad's cock at eye-level now. And it wasn't just at eye-level, but sticking out right in my face, fully erect. I looked up at my dad, our eyes meeting, his gaze mixing lust with confusion. This wasn't merely the two of us across from each other, naked, beating off together, as outrageous as that may have been. No, this was dad's hardon inches from my lips. And that meant only one thing.

"Now's your chance, dad," I warned him. "tell me to stop if you don't want me to do anything, if you don't want us to go any further."

But he said nothing, and so I unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his knees. Then I took his thick shaft in my hand and, opening my mouth, wrapped my lips around his beautiful cock. We'd passed the threshold now, that was for sure! Me sitting on the toilet, naked, dad standing in front of me, his pants down, I was sucking his cock! I was going down on my own father! The faint scent of urine wafting up from the bowl below somehow aroused me immensely as the focus of my whole world now became my father's rigid penis.

I examined every inch of that cock with wide-open eyes as with my lips, my tongue, my mouth I lovingly caressed my father with a show of intense oral lust

I kept looking up at him and he kept looking down at me as I forced more and more of his cock in my mouth and down my throat.

There was no shame here now, no guilt, as more than anything we wanted to look right at each other, father and daughter, as I kept on giving him head.

I could see dad had himself a big one from the moment I first laid eyes on him fisting himself. Then, a few moments ago, when I held him in my own hand, I could really feel how thick and hard he was. But now, having him between my lips like this made me realize that my dad was probably hung thicker than any dude whose cock I had ever sucked. I really had to strain my lips to get them around his ample girth.

"Oh wow, you really got a mouthful down here for me, don't you?" I said, pulling my mouth away a moment, smiling sassily at him, licking my lips.

"If you say so, hon," he said, a smile lighting up his face.

"Now how about you turn around for me, dad," I said, helping him to do just that as he hesitated a moment, wondering what I was up to next. Suddenly, his taut, smooth buttocks were staring me in the face. Dad's butt looked like it could've belonged to a guy twenty years younger. But men's butts are like that. We babes, the state of our butts sometimes reveals our age. But guys often don't have that problem.

"Bend over a little, dad," I told him, pushing on his upper back as he must've guessed what I was up to now. Well, I soon showed him as I held open his buttocks and took in the sight of the rubbery ridge of his sphincter. Then I dug my tongue into his crack and started to lick his asshole.

"Oh God, Wendy, look what you're doing!" he said, a little shocked.

"I'm eating your butt, dad, that's what I'm doing," I said bluntly as I lapped away at him, wondering what he thought now. He was quickly learning he had himself a pretty freaky daughter!

"Did that feel good?" I asked as I pulled my tongue from between his ass cheeks, turning him around, looking up at him again.

"Honey, it felt just great!" he growled sexily.

"Did mom ever do that do you, did she ever lick your ass, dad?"

"Maybe once or twice she did that, when I begged her. But she made sure I knew how she was doing me a big favor, how she didn't really like doing that to me at all," dad scoffed.

"Did you ever fuck her up the butt?" I asked, my curiosity unleashed.

"Same thing. In all my years with your mom she'd let me do it to her like that maybe three, four times. And every time it was such a sacrifice, and the sooner I'd pull it out the better she'd like it. She thought it was pretty twisted to even want to do that. But your mom was something of a prude, Wendy."

Now dad looked me in the way.

"How about you honey? You said before you liked to take it back there."

Just hearing my dad say that send a chill running up and down my spine.

"I love to turn over for it. I don't know why, dad, but I just feel so wonderfully exposed and vulnerable sticking my butt out, waiting for a guy to come at me that way, up my ass--"

I stared right up into his eyes

"-- as you're going to find out for yourself," I promised him. "How about we head over to my bedroom?"

As I stood up from the toilet I could see I hadn't flushed. The water in the bowl was yellow, my urine down there mixed with my father's. That's what we were doing now, me and dad, mixing it up, really mixing it up!

In my bedroom I have a queen-sized bed, much larger than the twin in the bedroom my dad was using.

"Take off your clothes, dad," I said as I pulled back the sheets.

I took his hand and dragged him down on the bed with me, throwing my arms around his neck. We were skin to skin now and I felt his hardon pressing against my stomach as he could feel my tits squeezed against his chest.

We looked into each other's eyes lovingly. It was with the love we always felt as a very close father and daughter. But now it was something more, too. A different kind of love was stirring, was sizzling between us -- sexual love, physical love.

"I really loved watching you jerk off last night, dad," I told him as I ran my fingers through his thick, chestnut hair. "You shot so much cum, too. I mean you really creamed all over yourself."

"Oh honey, I felt kind of embarrassed, spraying it all over myself like that."

"You shouldn't dad! I loved wiping it off, cleaning you up. And there was so much to wipe off too. I don't know if I've ever seen a guy shoot such a big load."

"That's because you turned me on so much, hon," he said, "sitting there all naked, your hand between your legs."

"Kiss me," I whispered, bringing my mouth to his as our lips separated and our hot breath mixed. We kissed each other with needy, pent-up passion, my hand reaching down to take hold of dad's cock.

"I want to suck it some more," I hissed in his ear.

Now I slid my lips down over his neck and chest, stopping to suck his puny male nipples, then dragging my tongue down over his taut stomach, stopping to lick his navel. Then my tongue journey continued as I brushed my lips against his crinkly, dark pubic hair as I held on to his erect penis.

Now I shifted position, sliding down on the bed until my face was between dad's thighs. Suddenly I was staring at his balls and started to drag my tongue over the rough skin of his scrotum, then slowly flickered that tongue up over the smooth, taut skin of his cock, licking his shaft slowly. Finally I engulfed him with my lips again and resumed the blow-job I had begun in the bathroom when I sat on the toilet seat with him standing in front of me, the faint scent of our urine somehow deeply arousing me as I sucked his cock.

Now I was sucking it some more, giving my dad a nice, slow blow-job, showing him why one guy after another had told me that when it came to cocksucking, I was second to none.

"Damn, look at you go, sweetheart!" he gasped as I swallowed most of the length of his shaft, taking it down my throat.

"Oh daddy!" I gasped, pulling back for air. "I just love it! I just love going down on you and sucking your cock!"

"I can tell, baby," he purred, caressing my head as I kept wolfing him down. "I can tell how much you love it."

I didn't want to suck him too much, though. I didn't want him to cum from my oral attention. No, I had other plans for dad. This was just the beginning. I had a pussy for him to lick and to fill with his cock. And an asshole into which to invite him!

But first I wanted just a little more of what I had first tasted in the bathroom when I had dad standing above me, bending over and showing it off. This time he didn't have to bend over as I turned him around and held open his cheeks, staring at that tempting hole.

He turned his head to look back at me, a wild look on his face, raw, sexual hunger oozing from every pore.

"Daddy want his little honey-bunny to lick his asshole some more?" I purred in a childlike, sing-song voice.

"Daddy would like that very much," he rasped.

And so I slid my tongue into his crack and ate up dad's ass with a ravenous hunger I had a hunch he'd never quite seen before when it came to that thing.

"I don't do this to every dude I make it with, dad," I told him, pulling away. "Just the ones I feel close to, the ones who really turn me on. And none have turned me on more than you, dad."

I devoured his sphincter, then his balls and cock again, giving him a total, oral going-over.

Then, suddenly, without warning, I straddled his face.

"Now you eat me, dad," I said, lowering myself as his tongue reached out to taste his young daughter's steaming vulva.

"Oh daddy, that feels so good!" I squealed as I basked in the silky motion of his wet tongue. But what was really wet was my own pussy, damp as moss after a rainstorm, dripping from all this pent-up excitement. The excitement of these taboo pleasures, the forbidden thrill of incest!

"Now this," I said, shifting my bottom up an inch of two until I had my asshole planted right over his mouth. Knowing just what was expected, dad began to tongue my rubbery anus with the same eager enthusiasm I had tongued his.

"Yeah, dad lick my hot, sassy butt!" I hissed at him, grinding my bottom down against his probing tongue. I almost went dizzy thinking how intimate this was, me sitting over my father's face, his greedy tongue wedged into my asshole while I reached back behind me to take hold of his achingly stiff cock. It's that cock I wanted now. I had walked in on daddy whacking it, then I joined him, watching him whack it as I had him watch me beat off my pussy. Then there was that moment when I brought a wet wash cloth down to it and wiped it clean of semen, actually touching it. And today I had finally fisted it myself, and then licked and sucked it. Now I was ready for the full treatment. I was ready to take dad's cock in my cunt and have him fuck the shit out of me!

So I lifted myself up off his face and, still straddling his body, I wiggled my way downward until I was straddling his hips, lifting myself up some more to give me room to the work the tip of that long, thick cock of dad's inside myself.

"Ready for this, dad?" I purred, looking down at his eyes, eyes that were scorchingly alive with passionate desire, "Ready to bury this big old thing up your daughter's cunt?"

I lowered my lips to his to kiss him, rubbing the tip of his cock against my inflamed membranes, against my moist, dripping vulva.

"We're about to fuck, dad," I whispered, looking into his eyes. "Father and daughter. Isn't that twisted? Isn't it wild?"

All he could do was nod, his head no doubt spinning as he pondered the sheer outrageousness of it all.

And then, holding on to the shaft I worked it into my cunt. Once the tip was securely in place I pulled my hand away and slowly just lowered myself down on it, impaling my vagina on dad's thick penis nice and slow and easy, all the while staring right at him.

"Oh God, you feel so good, dad!" I gasped as I took in the delicious sensations, luxuriated in the thrilling fact that my own father had his manhood buried in my body. It was the work of that hard prick of his that had helped to bring me into this world in the first place, and now, twenty years later, I was making use of that prick again, making use of it in the most twisted, taboo way imaginable!

I rocked up and down on it slowly, relishing the rigid thickness, squeezing it with my skilled and practiced vaginal muscles.

"Here, dad, you haven't licked or sucked on these yet," I said, lowering my breasts to his face. He took them in his big hands, caressing and squeezing them sensually as he licked, then sucked the stiff, corky nipples.

"Oh yes, suck on my titties, they're so sensitive, dad."

He sucked on them okay, in fact he could hardly stop sucking on them as he thrust upwards into my body and I rocked up and down on his sweet, meaty pole.

"I want to feel you on top now, daddy," I said, suddenly rolling over so I was flat on my back and he was between my thighs, on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed him close, kissing him again as he did the work now and I just laid back, my legs spread wide, taking in his rugged, furious thrusts.

We kissed again then I pulled away from his face so I could look into his eyes.

"This is so amazing, honey," he gasped. "What we're doing. It's beyond the pale--"

But rather than outrage and guilt, the sly, wicked smile on his face told me that dad enjoyed going beyond the pale with his adult daughter, enjoyed it one hell of a lot!

"We're fucking, dad, we're actually fucking!" I hissed, needing to say it, to hear it, to put into words.

"That's what we're doing, baby," he said, kissing me again.

I was so excited and my dad was screwing me so beautifully that soon I could begin to feel those sensations building up inside me. Some women have trouble achieving orgasm, they have to strain, really concentrate to bring themselves over the edge. A lot of them can only do that with their own fingers or when they're being touched or licked, not just from having a cock inside them. But luckily I've never had such problems. Orgasms have come to me as naturally as breathing, right from the time I had my first one, beating off furiously one night, wondering what that experience I'd heard so much about would be like.

In fact, I can pretty much control my orgasms, holding them back if I want to delay them, urging them on by concentrating on my feelings and thoughts.

For a few minutes I had been on the brink but had held myself back. Now I was ready to go over the top. So I closed my eyes and concentrated on the exquisite feelings brought on by my father's savage thrusts. I pictured that thick cock of his completely filling my vaginal canal, pushing back the walls with his thrusts, the tip of his cock slamming against my womb. The image of all that was so wonderfully intimate, and yet so obscenely twisted, knowing that it was not the tip of any old penis pressing against my cervix, but my own father's!

When I'm right on the brink of my pleasure spasm, as I was now, I like to have the guy stop moving. That's when I just want his whole thing inside me as I make all the moves. So that's what I did, sinking my cunt over the full length of dad's cock, pressing down so he was buried inside me, filling my cunt to the hilt.

"I'm close, dad, I'm almost there..." I gasped, pressing down on it hard, twisting my pelvis to massage my innards with dad's love stick, just the way I like doing at the final moments before lift off.

"Any second, dad, any second..." I panted, beads of sweat pouring off my forehead. I looked down at dad who was staring up at me intently, knowing I was about to explode. His own daughter was about to climax, impaled on his big prick!

"Oh fuck!.... Oh shit!"!" I howled, feeling the magic surge, feeling a million little rockets of pure, sweet carnal pleasure explode between my legs.

"Ahhhhh..... ohhhhhh.....n- n- now! Nowwwww!!!!" I howled at the top of my lungs, bearing down on it, my vaginal walls throbbing against the pressure of dad's thickness as the climax erupted like a volcano blowing its cap.

"Oh God, dad! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! That was so good!

That felt so damned good!"

My dad had seen me climax when we beat off together. Now he had witnessed me climax a second time, this time courtesy of his skilled, rugged lovemaking, courtesy of that beautiful boner of his, still wedged deep in my throbbing, quivering pussy.

Slowly I lifted myself off my dad and lay beside him, immediately taking hold of his cock, as hard as ever, and now slick and wet from my cunt.

I looked into his eyes.

"That felt so wonderful, you made me feel so good!" I couldn't stop telling him, overwhelmed with the sheer joy, the deep, profound satisfaction of the moment. Every woman loves it when a man makes her cum, especially with his cock, his screwing. But to have it be my own dad who did that to me made it seem infinitely more extraordinary.

Now I just lay close to my father, kissing him tenderly as he gazed at me, no doubt seeing the radiance in my face, the happiness I was feeling. Then I suddenly brought my face down to his cock and sucked it gently. I always loved doing this, sucking a cock after I'd been fucked with it, tasting myself. Usually it's after the guy has cum too, so I taste a little of his semen together with my own juices. But dad hadn't cum yet, so all I was tasting was myself. That's long been a little vice of mine, savoring my own essence. When I first started masturbating, I'd always suck on my fingers after I'd jam them up my wet pussy. Sometimes I'd even suck them after fingering my asshole. I guess I'm just outrageously oral. Plus I'm a real narcissist, so naturally I love tasting myself.

"Yum, yum!" I purred, coming back up to dad. "You taste just like me, dad."

"Wonder why?" he said with a smile, caressing my hair.

Now I lifted one of my dad's hands to my face and sucked on his middle finger, making it wet with my saliva, then brought that hand back behind me, between my cheeks.

"Stick it up there, dad, finger my asshole with it," I urged him as he worked his finger into my crack, finding the rubbery sphincter and gently working a finger inside.

"Feel all nice and warm and tight?" I asked.

"Sure does, honey."

"Bet it would feel all nice and warm and tight for your prick, huh daddy?" I said.

"Yes, I'd bet it would," he growled, his cock pressing against my thigh, his finger working its way deeper into my ass.

"How about it, then? How about I get myself prepped and you stick that big, hard thing of yours right up my asshole?" I said as I squirmed away from his probing finger, reaching around him to my night table where, in a drawer, I kept a big tube of lubricating jelly, there expressly for this purpose.

"I always like to keep some of this in arm's reach," I said, letting him see the tube, unscrewing it.

Then I got up on elbows and knees, sticking my butt out so dad could see it, just like I had last night when we were beating off and I wanted to show off my bottom to him after letting him have an eyeful of my pussy and my tits.

I squeezed a big dab of the clear, cool lubricating jelly onto my fingers, then slapped it back between my buns, looking over my shoulder to see dad staring at me doing this, his jaw hanging slack, his eyes wide and unblinking, his dick, still slick and shiny from my cunt, held in his hand.

"Are you sure it's okay, me doing it to you like that, honey?" my dad asked me. "I mean, that is going pretty far."

"Hey dad, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't think it was cool, if I really didn't want it that way," I told him, rubbing the jelly into my crack, spreading it around my sphincter, working it inside my anal canal with a couple of fingers, something I'd done countless times.

"That is pretty freaky, Wendy, you'll have to admit," he said, smiling. "My own daughter asking me screw her up the ass."

"Well dad, like I told you, freaky is my middle name!"

I hadn't been fucked in the butt in a couple of weeks, so I needed to make sure I was thoroughly lubed, especially since dad was so thick.

"Here, dad," I said, handing him the tube. "Work some more in there. I haven't done it like this for a while, so you've got to make sure I'm good and greased."

I had loved having dad watch me work the lubricant into my crack, prepping myself. But now having him help out, having him lube me himself, that I really found exciting. I looked over my shoulder at him as he squeezed some more between my cheeks, rubbing it around with his loving fingers.

"Work it inside too," I told him as he squeezed some right into the hole, pushing it up inside me with his fingers. To feel my father's stiff fingers digging into my rectum send a chill racing through me from head to foot. Talk about intimate! Talk about taboo! Daddy was fingering my asshole, getting it ready for his big cock! What could have been more intimate and more taboo than that?

"I can't believe I'm going to be doing this to you, honey," he said as he twisted his fingers inside me, working the jelly deep in there, where it would ease the way for his awesomely thick penis.

"What, dad?" I said, teasing him. "Sticking your cock up my asshole, is that all?"

He laughed, amazed at my brazen audacity, amazed at his own.

Normally, when I'm fucked up the ass, the guy comes at me from behind as I kneel down and stick it out for him. But this being my own father about to do that to me, I wanted to face him, I wanted to look into his eyes as he buried his penis in my rectum and sodomized me.

"Okay, that's probably enough," I said, whipping around and laying flat on my back, but this time grabbing two pillows and wedging them under my buttocks. That had the effect of raising up my bottom. When I flexed my legs and pulled them back by the ankles, my asshole was sticking up and out, poised and ready for dad's entry.

He looked down at the exposed, vulnerable and thoroughly greased hole, holding onto his cock as he knelt between my thighs. Now we looked into each other's eyes again. There was love in dad's gaze -- deep, tender love. And passion. And desire. And pure, electric lust!

"I'm ready, dad, I'm ready for your cock," I whispered, staring into his big, liquid brown eyes. "My asshole is ready for your cock."

He brought the tip up against my slick sphincter. I gasped as I felt the slight pressure of his knob against my anal ridge. I was ready for that pressure, eager for it. I reached down to take hold of his shaft, working it inside my hole, pushing outward to meet him, forcing his cockhead past my anal barrier, the ring opening, dilating to make way for his thickness. Sometimes when I do this with a guy who's real thick it can be an effort and we have to go about it slowly and carefully. But though dad was thicker than just about any guy who had done this to me, I was so excited, so thrilled, that all I wanted to do was to open up for him completely, I wanted to welcome every last inch of his cock up into my waiting, willing ass.

"Oh yes, dad!" I hissed, wrapping my arms around his neck, as I felt his cockhead, the thickest part of his penis, pop inside me, the shaft following. I looked deep into his eyes. There he was on top of me, my own father, sliding more and more of his cock into my rectal depths as I urged him on.

"Do it to me, dad! Do it! Fuck my ass! I want you, I need you, dad, I need you in there, in my hot, funky, young bottom!" I hissed. "So slam it in there!"

I slid my hands down to his buttocks, gripping them, feeling them move against me as he thrust forward. I don't know how many women do it like this, but I know that me and a lot of my girlfriends have loved taking it up the ass. It's nasty and it feels so damned good to be violated like that. Before I started doing it anally I used to wonder how faggots could be faggots, how they could let themselves miss out on fucking. But after that first time I took it up the ass I suddenly understood. And from talking with some of them I learned they actually think they have it over straight guys. They can fuck and be fucked, they say.

Anyway, I'm a woman so all I can do is be fucked (though naturally, like many babes, I sometimes fantasize about what it would be like to have a cock of my own). But unlike a lot of women, probably most, who only make one hole available, I love to have both of mine penetrated. And never did I enjoy that backdoor penetration more than now, with my own father pounding it up my butt.

"Let me know if it's too much, honey, if it starts to feel uncomfortable," my dad said and I appreciated his concern, his thoughtfulness. With that cock of his being so thick, I was sure he'd been told by lots of babes that they'd hit their limits, taken all they could take after dad spend a little time forcing open their bottoms with his relentless hammering.

"You fuck me there all you want, daddy," I told him and meant it too. I was all greased up and rarin' to go! Nothing makes you able to tolerate excess like deep arousal. And the arousal I was feeling at this moment couldn't have been any deeper. When I was on top of my dad, right on the verge of cumming, and I sunk down hard over his shaft, feeling the tip pressing against my cervix, I revelled in the recognition that my own father's presence was wedged deep within my body. Now it was happening again, dad's prick buried all the way in the dark, humid depths of my bowels, his balls slapping against my buttocks!

"Oh God, honey, I don't think I can hold out much longer," dad said, his breathing suddenly becoming heavier, the veins on his forehead bulging, the sweat beginning to pour off him.

"Yes, dad, yes!" I barked, pressing him tightly against me, squeezing him with my anal muscles until, suddenly, I felt that unmistakable throbbing in my rectum. My father had his eyes closed, his face screwed up in a grimace that looked like pain, but which I knew reflected sheer pleasure. And now I closed my eyes too, reveling in it, feeling dad squirting his liquid bounty inside me, depositing a pool of his spunk deep within my bowels.

"I love you dad," I told him, kissing him tenderly, caressing his forehead. "And I love your big, thick cock."

"And I love you, honey," he said, "And I love your wonderfully tight ass."

"How about my pussy, dad?"

"That too, sweetheart."

09-24-2007, 07:02 AM
Another Great pick Dm, where do you find them all...

09-24-2007, 08:22 PM
Loved it.

09-26-2007, 08:25 PM
everytime you post another one of these story's I fall more in love with u -lol-
thanks for the new story I loved it

10-05-2007, 12:59 AM
just had to read this story again

11-04-2008, 09:31 AM
Thanx for the story i came so hard.