Hello, everyone. I finally have a little time to write, so I'm going to float this little story out there. No doubt you've noticed that I had all my other stories removed from the site. This was because there were a few people who sent threatening and extremely negative correspondence to me. If it happens again, I'll take the stories down again. I've thought about reworking some of the old stories, too. We'll see.
Cathy Nelson was awakened by the sunshine streaming through her window. 'It must be Saturday,' she thought, but then it dawned on her that, no, it was not Saturday, but Monday! She had graduated from high school the previous week and now, for the first time in seemingly forever, she could sleep-in as long as she wanted. She knew that her brother, Gary, and her mother, Suzanne, were at work. Her dad, Frank, was probably still asleep; he worked the night shift at a local factory, usually getting home around 1 AM, and usually slept until mid-morning.
Not wanting to waste a single day before she started to college that fall, she jumped out of bed and went to use the bathroom, then shed her nightie and brushed her teeth. She liked to watch her B-cup breasts bounce slightly as she brushed. She had recently had to buy new bras because her breasts had suddenly grown. She loved the way they looked and was quite proud of them. She thought about all the boys that she knew that would love to see her like this. She then ran some water to wash her face. She examined her face in the mirror. She was pretty -- some people even said she was beautiful. Her hair was blonde with a tiny bit of curl and hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were crystal blue.
She took a step back and took a long look at her panty-clad body. She was 5-9, and slender. Her breasts were what she had read somewhere as "pert"; there was no sag. They were almost perfectly spherical. The nipples seemed to perpetually erect and were slightly upturned. Cathy tried to be modest, but she knew that she had a killer body to go with her pretty face and hair. Her tummy was flat and well-toned; when she stretched, her stomach muscles were visible. She thought that looked very sexy. Her legs were long and slender, but toned from playing basketball in high school.
She shucked her panties down and smiled when she saw her distended clitoris peeking out from her neatly trimmed pussy. Sparse, light blonde hair fringed her furrow, with a tiny tuft at the top. Then she walked back to her bedroom and lay on the bed, opening her legs wide, and flicking her clit with her fingers.
She thought about her ex-boyfriend, Josh. She remembered the first time they had sex, when she had eagerly spread her long legs, assuming, as turned on as she was, that there could not possibly be much pain. She had been wrong. It had been quite painful. Josh, as inexperienced as she was, had not taken his time and had seemingly no regard for her discomfort until about 30 seconds later, when it was over.
She had continued to date Josh, and they had continued to have sex, for several months. During that period of time, Josh had become a better lover, and Cathy had discovered that her hunger for sex was almost insatiable. Even though she usually had at least one orgasm when they fucked, she wanted more, and invariably had to masturbate when she got home.
After a few months, however, she found out that Josh had cheated on her. She ended the relationship immediately and had relied on her fingers to satisfy her ever since. Although lots of boys asked her out, it was nearing the end of her senior year and she didn't want to start a relationship that might be short-lived. She admitted to herself that, if she went out with a boy to whom she was attracted, she would more than likely give into her body's demands. If she was going to do have sex, she at least wanted to be in a long-term relationship with the guy. So she had decided to wait.
She got up and took a shoe box from the back of the top shelf of her closet. She opened it and took her vibrator out.
She giggled as she remembered being over at Heidi Sharp's house one day, not long after she broke up with Josh, and Heidi showing her a vibrator. "Where in the world did you get that?" Cathy had laughed, thinking that she would certainly love to have one!
"I ordered it from Amazon. I'm the first one home every day, so I just always get the packages from the porch. I have my own account. It's not like my mother would give a shit anyway," Heidi had said. "Tell you what -- you find what you want on Amazon and I'll order it for you."
Cathy had taken her up on the offer. Its design allowed it to penetrate her a couple of inches and massage her clit simultaneously. It was wonderful! She used it practically every day, and usually had at least 2 orgasms each time she used it. It had certainly helped take the edge off after her breakup with Josh, but it certainly was no substitute for having his dick in there!
She lay, once again, on the bed, with the vibrator within reach. She played with her clit and rubbed her fingers in the wetness of her opening. She wormed a finger inside herself, moaning softly, then managed to insert 2 fingers as deeply as she could. Withdrawing them, she sucked her fingers, thinking how delicious she tasted and wondering why Josh had never tried to go down on her. She certainly was eager to try oral sex, but he had never mentioned it. Even though she wondered what it would be like to suck his dick, he had never asked or even hinted at it.
Reaching for the vibrator, she flipped the switch and, to her intense dismay, found that the batteries were dead. She quickly fumbled in her dresser drawer, but no luck. She would have to go downstairs and search. As she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her, she made a mental note to purchase a large package of batteries to keep in her room, just for such emergencies as this one.
As she got to the foot of the stairs, she heard the shower running. Her dad, no doubt, had just gotten up and was getting ready for his day. Then she noticed that the bathroom door was wide open. Why would he leave the door open? Then it dawned on her that he had forgotten that she was at home! She was never at home at this time of morning because she was always at school. Gary and Mom were always gone, too.
The hunt for batteries was temporarily dismissed as she contemplated peeping into the bathroom, perhaps catching a glimpse of her very handsome father. Cathy had, on many occasions, peeped on her brother, Gary. She had managed to see him naked a few times and had even seen him jacking off on his bed once. She often masturbated thinking about that and sincerely wished that she could watch it again. She had not, however, seen her father naked. She had seen him step behind the tool shed and pee, but had not really been able to see very clearly.
She quietly approached the crack between the open door and the hinge jamb. She heard the shower water being turned off and then the shower door being opened. She peeped through and saw her father clearly, but he was turned away from her, so all she saw was his naked, very muscular, butt and back. Even this was enough to excite her, but she wanted to see more. Frank, her father, turned slightly, but she still couldn't see his penis, which, after all, was what she really wanted to see!
Her eyes detected movement and shifted to the mirror, which could be easily viewed from her vantage point. There it was, her own father's penis, dangling heavily between his legs. The thought that this was the source of the sperm that, some 19 years ago, impregnated her beautiful mother, caused intense daggers of lust to hit her in the pit of her stomach. The fact that it was large, much larger than her boyfriend's and even larger than Gary's, just made it that much more lust-inciting. For the first time in her life she felt that she might have a spontaneous orgasm.
Then Frank, still drying himself, turned around and his prodigious genitalia were on complete display to his horny teenage daughter. She almost gasped when she saw how big his hairy nuts were and then realized that the head of his completely flaccid penis was actually hanging lower than his plum-sized balls.
Cathy thought she might pass out. Her heart was beating so hard that she was positive that he could hear it. Her breath was ragged. She felt she needed to gasp for air but was afraid he would hear her. She could feel her juices flowing down her legs under her robe, under which she was completely naked. What would it be like to open her legs for a real man like this? Of course it was unthinkable to do anything sexual with a family member, even though incest fantasies were one of her favorite masturbation themes. How hot would it be, however, to have sex with a man who was as handsome and well-endowed as her father? She desperately needed to get back upstairs and give herself a cum!
Frank turned to the mirror, continuing to dry himself. She could, of course, still see his full frontal nakedness in the mirror. She admired his broad, hairy chest and flat stomach, but that big cock made her pussy cramp! She certainly didn't want to get caught, though. Just as she was about to turn away and hurry back upstairs she thought that she detected her father's thick penis move. Her eyes widened as she realized that it was, indeed, thickening and beginning to rise slightly. Suddenly her father grasped his thick, swelling cock, and stroked it, causing it to continue to stiffen.
She suddenly realized that, at any moment, he could look toward the door and, perhaps, see her peeping on him. Shit! She quickly glanced upward to her father's face, but, even as he continued to stroke his ever-lengthening cock, he was examining his face in the mirror and drying his hair with his towel.
Cathy urgently wanted to continue to watch him stroking himself. She wondered what it would look like fully hard. She wondered if he was thinking about jacking off -- how fucking hot would that be to watch?
Not wanting to press her luck, however, she reluctantly turned away and quietly went back upstairs. She had decided that rambling around, looking for batteries, might alert him to the fact that she was home. Besides, after what she had just seen, she didn't need a vibrator to get off.
As Frank got out of the shower and began to dry off, he thought he heard someone walking through the house. He paused and listened carefully, but could hear nothing, so continued to dry off. Again thinking he heard something, he turned away from the shower, intending to walk out into the hall to see the source of the noise. Realizing that he was naked, however, he continued to dry off, then as he turned toward the mirror to see if he needed a shave, he could see the reflection of someone at the hinge of the bathroom door.
In a blink of an eye, Frank realized several things. One, it was undoubtedly his daughter, Cathy. Two, he had forgotten that her school was out and three, she was peeping on him. His first instinct was to angrily call out to her, but the sudden realization that his ultra-sexy teenage daughter was peeping on him -- her own father -- caused his cock to involuntarily twitch, then start growing. If she wanted to see it, let her see it. He reached down and stroked it. He wondered what she thought of that? Should he continue to stroke it and get it hard? It wasn't his fault that she was peeping on him!
He glanced again at the crack, where his daughter had crouched just a moment before, but to his consternation and extreme disappointment, she was gone. He cut the exhaust fan off and heard her bedroom door close upstairs. What he wouldn't give to see what she was doing behind that door!
Frank had, of course, noticed on many occasions just how sexy his daughter had become. She was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, had nice tits, and was slender. Just exactly what he liked.
He thought back on Cathy's mother, Suzanne, who, though a bit shorter and with larger breasts, had looked so much like her when she was a young woman. Suzanne had been a cheerleader in high school and was the fantasy of most of the football team. Frank, however, had been the only one who had managed to get in her panties -- and that was not until after they had graduated. Just months after they started dating, Suzanne found out that she was pregnant. Frank had "manned up" and been with her when she broke the news to her parents. To his great surprise, they had not become angry. Instead, Suzanne's dad had gently told them that the best thing to do would be to go ahead and get married -- but only if they loved each other. They did love each other, they did marry, and Gary was born 5 months later.
Frank was handsome, smart, well-spoken, and was irresistible to women. Not a year after they married, he found himself in an affair with a coworker. After a few weeks, guilt persuaded him to break it off and to tell Suzanne. She had cried, but then admitted to him that she had also had her own indiscretion. A few years later, he again fell to temptation and, again, told Suzanne. This time Suzanne told him that it was only fair that she be allowed to do the same thing. Frank had been shocked to find that it turned him on, quite a bit, to think of his beautiful wife "shopping" for a man to fuck.
It had taken her several months, during which time their sex life was better than ever, as they discussed who and what she might do -- with her husband's permission. She eventually told Frank she had met someone and assured him that she had no romantic feeling for the man, but that she fully intended to fuck and suck him and then, of course, give Frank every detail.
Down through the years, these marital "indiscretions" had spiced up their sex life. Frank couldn't imagine loving a woman the way he loved his Suzanne, and she felt the same about him. He told her on many occasions, that he didn't blame any man for wanting to fuck her. She echoed those sentiments.
Frank and Suzanne were usually quite honest with each other about who they found attractive and why. Discussions such as these often led to extremely good sex -- sometimes even roleplay. Frank, however, had thought it best never to mention just how attractive and sexy that Cathy had become. He was dying to discuss it with Suzanne, but he was afraid that was just pushing it too far.
Cathy, although always very pretty, had not really developed much until she was almost 18 -- a few months ago. Then, almost overnight, Frank started noticing her curves, especially her breasts, which seemed to have doubled in size. Her long legs were shapely, her waist was small, her breasts were just perfect, and her hair and face were just gorgeous. Frank could get the beginnings of a hard-on when she just walked through the room, especially if she was wearing a short tee shirt or nightie right before bed. He really couldn't make out her nipples, but he could tell that she was braless. Many nights, Suzanne had benefited from his lustful thoughts of his own daughter, even though she had no idea what was going through Frank's mind. She probably would not have minded, as she was fantasizing about getting a good fucking from their 19 year-old son, Gary!
After Cathy had sated herself sufficiently, thinking about his father's big cock and how she would love to play with it, even to kiss it, maybe even suck it (although she had never done that), and to open her long legs wide and allow him to fuck her! She wondered how she could accommodate him, as Josh's had not been nearly that big and she had thought that he was quite large enough for her. She figured, however, that if a woman could have a baby, she certainly could handle any penis -- and besides, her mother was rather petite and she had been fucking him (lucky woman) since she was 18 years old!
Now what to do with her day? She could go over to a friend's house. She could go into town and grab lunch. There were always books to read and television shows to watch. She smiled at the seemingly endless opportunities to do exactly what she wanted to do. All summer. Her parents had told her that, since she had earned a college scholarship with her academics, they didn't expect her to work at all this summer. Just enjoy and live life to the fullest!
She grabbed her phone to check the weather. 85 degrees! She could work on her tan! She rummaged through her swimsuits, most of which were just way too small for her to ever wear again. She tried on a green bikini that she had looked great in last summer. The bottoms fit fine, but she could barely get the top on. Not comfortable at all! She tried the only bikini she had purchased the year before. Blue, with a thong bottom and tiny strings to hold it on. Her mother had nearly had a cow when she saw it. She had only worn it once, to the lake with some of her girlfriends. She had gotten a lot of lustful stares from the only man present, who happened to be the dad of one of her friends.
She managed to get it on, although her breasts were really too snug inside the top. She looked in the mirror. 'Oh girl, you look sexy!' she giggled. After grabbing some sunblock, her sunglasses, a couple of towels, her phone, and some water, she lugged everything outside to a sunny spot in the backyard. Unless the nosey neighbor, Mr. Clark, peeped through the back fence, nobody would see her. Except her dad, who was in the house.
She stretched her blankets out on the grass, sat down, and began to rub sunscreen on her arms and legs. She had been going to the tanning bed as often as she could, and already had a pretty good tan going, but she always loved just laying out in the yard. She happened to think that she had not even spoken to her father. He might not even know she was home -- obviously he hadn't earlier.
She returned to the house and yelled, "Daddy?"
"In here, Cat," came the reply from the living room.
She walked in, not even thinking about how scantily clad she was. "Did you know I'm home? I just happened to think we haven't even said hi all day."
Frank glanced toward her, then looked again, unable to keep himself from scrutinizing his gorgeous, wet-dream of a daughter, from head to toe.
He swallowed and whispered, inaudibly, "fuck me!"
"I saw your car outside, but I had forgotten you were not in school until then. What in the world are you wearing? You're nearly naked, Cat! Don't go anywhere in that. You hear me?"
Cathy looked down as if she had just realized that she was wearing the tiniest bikini she had ever owned. She smiled. "Oh I won't. It's too little but it's the only one I can get on. I've kinda... I've kinda gotten boobies since last year."
Frank snickered. "Is that right? Well, girls do that. It's normal," he said, trying to sound conversational. "I'd say get rid of it after today and get something that covers your boobies, and other parts, better. You're not a little girl anymore."
Cathy padded over and sat on the arm of his chair. "I'll always be your little girl, Daddy," she said as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
Being so close to his near-naked, gloriously sexy young daughter, was almost more than Frank could bear. Her delectable young breasts were within inches of his mouth, barely covered by a wisp of cloth. It would be so easy to just pull the string on the side and the top would fall completely off. How he wished he could do that!
Cathy saw how he was gazing at her breasts and down her nearly-nude body. Could it be that her own father was lusting for her? It suddenly occurred to her that, sure, why wouldn't he? He was a red-blooded, very fit, very healthy man. He was not yet 40 years old. Of course he would lust after any reasonably attractive female whose body was as nearly unclothed as her own! These thoughts made her nipples harden and that familiar needy feeling in her pussy. She could feel herself beginning to get wet. If he wanted HER as bad as she wanted HIM... she shouldn't be thinking that way...
"Can you do me a favor, Daddy?" she said, snapping him out of his reverie.
"What's that, Cat?"
"I need you to rub some sunblock on my back. Can you come outside with me? I hate to bother you."
Frank got to his feet. Cathy noticed that he was wearing rather tight shorts, a tee shirt, and was bare-footed. She couldn't help but glance at his crotch and noticed what had to be the beginnings of a rather prominent erection. She was becoming even more aroused; she couldn't wait to feel her father's strong hands rubbing the sunblock on her bare skin -- even though it was totally innocent, it was still very erotic, in her mind.
When she had lain face-down on the towels, Frank kneeled beside her and squirted some of the sunblock on her back.
"Oooh, that's cold!" she squealed. "You're supposed to squirt it in your hands first!"
"You think I've never rubbed sunblock on a girl before?" Frank laughed, as he began to smear the greasy liquid around on his daughter's sexy back. He allowed his eyes to drink in her body from this vantage. What an ass! It was perfectly round and firm. Her legs were long and beautifully muscled, but still slender. Her skin from head to toe was flawless. He applied more of the sunblock, this time squirting in his hand first, from her shoulders, all the way down to her bottom. He could see the thong lodged deeply in her ass-cheeks. How he would love to kiss and lick her there! His erection was at full-mast now and he wondered how he would hide it from her.
"Do the cheeks," she whispered.
Thinking she certainly did not mean for him to touch her ass, he asked, "What?"
"Rub the sunblock on my butt, Daddy," she giggled. "Who's gonna know?"
He felt a spurt of pre-cum leaking down his thick truncheon as he squirted another dollop of the sunblock in one hand, rubbed his hands together, then began to gently apply it to his daughter's perfect, teenage, ass.
"That feels so good, Daddy," she moaned. Frank felt that he might actually cum in his pants, something he had not done since he was a teenager, when he had accidentally seen his college-aged first cousin naked at the lake. She had been hot, but not nearly as hot as Cathy. He was racking his brain, trying to remember if his incomparable Suzanne had ever turned him on this totally. He groaned silently, realizing that no, as much as he had always lusted for his wife, she had never aroused him to such a fever pitch as his own daughter was, at this very moment. And he knew why, of course. She was forbidden. It was incest, and that just was somehow exponentially more arousing.
"Get my legs, too," she reminded him. "You can come back to my butt if you like it that much," she laughed.
Frank realized that he had been so mesmerized by the feel of his daughter's perfect young ass that he had forgotten his purpose.
"Sorry, Cat," he gasped, then proceeded to smear sunblock on her long, smooth legs. Any other time, he reflected, this would be enough to satisfy him, but having felt of her bottom, he was eager to return -- making sure, of course, that the sunblock completely covered it. It would be a shame for her to get a sunburn there!
Having completely covered her legs and feet, he worked himself back toward her perfect ass. Just as he was massaging her upper thighs, she suddenly flipped over. He almost placed his hand directly on her barely-covered pussy mound!
"Now the front!" she laughed. "Make sure you get plenty on my tummy and right up here above my top," she said, as she gestured to her cleavage.
"But," he stuttered, "I think you should do your own front, Cat."
She made a face and giggled. "What's the fun in that? You know you want to... don't you?"
"W-w-well, I mean, I can if...if...you're sure? It may be a little awkward. I'm your dad," he gasped.
Cathy laughed. "Thanks for that info, Dad! Now, get to work. I'm out of school and you have to help me enjoy my summer!"
Frank rubbed some more sunblock on his hands and, starting at her lower ankles, began to apply the lotion to her lower legs, then her knees and thighs - until he was just inches from her pussy. She spread her legs slightly and indicated that he should apply the lotion all the way to her crotch. He thought he could smell female arousal, but wasn't sure. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. He was torn between his intense desire to keep his hands on this delectable creature as long as possible and to go into the house and stroke his cock. His balls ached. He imagined that he had a quart of cum stored up, loads of hot sperm whose only function was to fertilize the eggs of this young goddess.
Assuming that the bottle of sunblock had certainly warmed up in the hot sun, he turned it up and squirted her tummy and then the tops of her breasts. She was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed. He tenderly began to smear the gooey liquid on her very tight and sexy stomach. Fuck, this girl was just too fucking sexy! Everything about her just begged for sex. She was made for sex. His need for her was almost uncontrollable. He was fearful that he was going to overstep and do something that would offend her and brand him as a pervert -- something for which she could never forgive him.
Cathy was grateful that she was wearing sunglasses. Not only could she see how her father was gazing, with undeniable lust, at her practically-nude body, but she could see the huge bulge in his shorts. She had not a sliver of doubt that her father was fully erect and she was the reason for that erection. Nothing in her young life had ever come close to arousing her like this. She longed to reveal her complete nakedness to her father and ask him to fuck her. She wanted it; she needed it. She knew in her heart that she would do it -- fuck social conventions -- but the only thing holding her back was her fear of him rejecting her. That would be awful. Nothing could be worse. It would be an embarrassment that could never be forgiven or forgotten. It would destroy their relationship forever.
As her father continued to slowly and gently rub her tummy, she closed her eyes and imagined being naked with him, opening her legs to allow him to fuck her, his own daughter. She suddenly realized that he had moved to her upper chest and was working his way down from her neck to the tops of her breasts. It just felt too good! She feared that she was about to cum, that the slightest thing would set her off. She was so turned on that she knew she couldn't help but moan if that happened.
Then his hands were applying the sunblock to the very tops of her upthrust breasts. It was amazing, he thought, how this tiny little garment could push his daughter's breasts up so nicely. He knew she didn't have huge breasts, but they looked very large in this tiny bikini.
"Okay, Daddy. Thank you!" She lowered her sunglasses as he reluctantly moved his hands from the tops of her perfect young breasts. She glanced down and giggled, knowing that the bikini had just barely covered her nipples. "You can do it again for me sometime -- if you want," she smiled.
Frank tried to think of an excuse to continue to ogle Cathy's bikini-clad body and to, once again, caress her. But he could think of nothing. He swallowed as he allowed his eyes to freely roam over her delectable curves once again.
"Anytime, Baby," he gulped and returned to the house.
Cathy was so turned on that she felt she would go crazy if she didn't cum soon. She watched until her Dad got in the house, then imagined that he might be watching her as she tweaked her nipples through the thin material, then ran her fingers along her swollen pussy lips. She considered moving the crotch to the side and just taking care of her need right there, but she decided that he very well could be watching out the kitchen window and, as much of a turn on that would be, she decided against it. That might be just a tad too much.
Frank had immediately gone to the kitchen window, the best vantage point to see her. He had an unobstructed view, but she was at least 50 feet away. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was tweaking her nipples; then she was reaching between her legs. There was little doubt that she was touching her pussy.
Frank frantically pushed his shorts and boxers down and stepped out of them. His thick cock was covered with viscous pre-cum and was as hard as he could ever remember. He began stroking himself, knowing that it would only take a matter of seconds before he shot his load. He knew that it would probably make a big mess, so he walked rapidly to the bathroom to grab some tissue, then headed back to the kitchen, intending to watch his daughter while he stroked himself to completion.
Cathy could stand it no longer. She stood, gathered her things, and headed to the house, intent on going upstairs, perhaps showering to get the greasy sunblock off, and then masturbating, perhaps giving herself several delicious orgasms as she thought about the events of the day.
Just as Frank walked by the back door, wearing nothing but a tee shirt, it opened and Cathy walked in. Her eyes went directly to his long, thick, bone-hard erection.
Dropping all her things in the floor, she said, "Daddy! What are you doing?" She knew, of course, exactly what he was doing. He had a big wad of toilet tissue in his hands and had been headed over to the window to look out at her and masturbate. It didn't take a genius or a detective to figure that out within 2 seconds!
"Cathy, honey, I can explain!" Frank gasped as he frantically tried to cover himself.
"It's okay, Daddy. Calm down!" she said as she stepped toward him and placed her hand on his face. "I love you, Daddy. I'm not mad, or upset. I'm flattered!"
Frank turned away and went to retrieve his clothing from behind the kitchen counter. "What? You shouldn't see me like this, Cathy!"
"Well, maybe not, but I like it. Time about is fair play. You've been ogling me for the last hour. Touching, too," she smiled. She felt very nervous, but recognized that situations like this just didn't happen very often. She wanted to see where it might lead, if anywhere.
Frank came back out from behind the kitchen counter and stood holding his boxers and shorts in one hand, to his side, having totally forgotten that he was naked from the waist down. "That's different. You weren't naked... although it is pretty close," he said as his eyes roamed her luscious body.
"I can be, if you want," she said flatly, as she stepped around the counter. She glanced at her father's dwindling hard-on, then back into his eyes. "You want?"
Frank was speechless. He couldn't move. He looked into his daughter's face, thinking he must have heard her wrong or maybe she was just teasing him.
"Well?" she challenged him. She was trembling slightly, but she had an uncontrollable urge to display her body to her father. She knew she had a good body and she knew that her father was dying to see it. She intensely wanted to show him how his little girl had grown up.
"Cathy..." He racked his brain for words and found that his brain could not process anything except the vision of loveliness that stood before him.
Cathy stared at his wonderfully thick cock. She longed to feel of that rigid pole. She wondered if she could get it inside her. She reached to the string that tied between her breasts and pulled. The bikini top fell to the floor, revealing her perfectly shaped, succulent, breasts to her father. Her nipples were stone-hard. They ached to be touched and licked and sucked!
"Fuck!" Frank gasped.
Cathy giggled. Her father rarely used profanity and she certainly had never heard him use the "f" word!
"Well?" she smiled as she grasped her breasts and squeezed, then pushed them up to display them even more prominently. "Do you like them?"
Frank nodded. He couldn't keep his eyes off of them. He barely took the time to glance at her face when she spoke.
"Want to see the rest?"
Frank nodded again, looking imploringly into her face. Fuck yes, he wanted to see it!
"Let's go upstairs and I'll show you. I'm feeling kinda icky from all that sunblock." She reached for his hand and led him to the stairs. Mesmerized, Frank followed, his hard cock leaking precum and waving in front of him as they climbed the stairs.
She led him to the bed. "Sit right here, Daddy, and take that silly tee shirt off," she laughed.
Frank did as he was told, discarding the shirt into the floor without taking his eyes from his sexy daughter's nearly naked body.
She stood so close to him that he could smell the luxurious mixed odors of the sunblock and female arousal. She offered him the string to her bikini bottom, which he accepted. He pulled the string and suddenly his daughter was standing before him in all her glorious nakedness.
Reflexively, he reached around her, grasped her ass-cheeks, and pulled her toward him. He gazed at her neatly trimmed pussy, noticing her swollen clit poking out like a miniature cock. Pulling her closer, he took her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked gently.
This was a totally new experience for Cathy. Her boyfriend had never "gone down on her". He had sucked her breasts, and they had fucked -- fucked a good many times, but they never did oral on each other.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing?" she moaned, the pleasure more intense than anything she had ever experienced. She jerked away from him.
Frank suddenly came to himself. What was he doing? He had to extricate himself from this situation and somehow think how to fix this. This was something that absolutely could not happen. He hoped he could find a way to persuade her to forgive him.
"I'm sorry, Baby..." he gasped. "I don't know what I was thinking! Please forgive me?" he begged.
"Shish!" she laughed. "I want you to do that again, but I'm so worked up right now that it's just TOO good. Besides, I want to shower and get this gunk off of me." A sneaky look came over her face. She smiled. "You put this stuff on me. You gotta get it off. Come on!"
She stepped into her bathroom and started the shower, then reappeared in the doorway. "Come on, Daddy!"
Frank followed her into the bathroom, then into the shower. She grabbed the bottle of body wash and, without saying anything, handed it to him and turned her back. He squirted a generous dollop into his hand, placed the bottle on the shelf, and began to smear it all over his daughter's back. She reached back and took both of his hands, leaned back into him, and placed them on her breasts.
"Oh that feels so good," she moaned. She reached down for the body wash and, after getting some in one of her hands, sat the bottle back down. As her father continued to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples, she reached back and boldly took her father's cock into her hand and began to stroke it. She realized that her boyfriend's cock had not been half this big. She could not even get her fingers around it!
Frank, fearing that she was certainly going to make him cum, reached down and removed her hand from his prodigious organ.
Cathy took the body wash and began to wash herself off, now eager to move on to whatever might happen next. She turned toward her father, looking down at the incredible organ that waved in front of him like a weapon. She ran her hands through his chest hair. His chest was so broad and muscular! He was so handsome and so virile! What a man was her Daddy!
She cut the water off and they both stepped out to dry themselves. Cathy watched as her father's cock swayed from side to side as he dried himself. Thick, clear liquid coated the head and a sticky strand of it was hanging off the head, and then dropped to the floor. Cathy took his cock in her hand and rubbed the slick, natural lubricant up and down his thick shaft -- then she grasped it and led him to her bed.
She lay on the bed and, looking desperately at her father, whispered, "fuck me, Daddy, please?"
Frank was way past conscience pangs. His ability to reason was muted. He was a male animal and was acting on nothing but instinct. He crawled into bed with her, between her widely splayed legs and began to rub his thick truncheon up and down her wet, slick, pussy furrow.
"Oh, that feels so good, Daddy," she whispered. "Please go slow. You're bigger than my boyfriend was."
Frank had assumed that she was sexually active with her boyfriend, but had been relieved when they broke up. He had never particularly liked Josh and, he admitted to himself, he was a bit jealous.
Frank thought about going down on her, but he knew she was already as wet as she could possibly get. He also knew, from experience, that a woman's natural lubrication, in sufficient amount, was the best. Instead, he wormed a thick finger inside her, amazed at how slick and how tight she was. He withdrew the finger and, making sure she was watching, sucked her juices off.
"Oh that's so hot! Kiss me, Daddy," she whispered.
He rolled from between her legs and gathered her in his arms. They kissed, mouths open, tongues embattled, both moaning their passion. Frank reached between her legs to flick her clit, then to slowly coax two fingers into her pussy. She hunched toward his hand, fucking herself on his fingers, moaning and gasping for air as they continued their feverish kissing.
Frank brought his fingers, dripping wet with her succulent juices, to his mouth. He sucked the juices off of one finger and offered the other to Cathy. She hungrily slurped her own juices from his finger, then with a moan, inserted her tongue into his mouth, alternately allowing him to suck her tongue and then sucking his.
Frank returned his fingers to her saturated pussy, then began to kiss her neck and upper chest before flicking one of her nipples with his tongue.
"Oh FUCK!" she groaned. "Oh that's gonna make me cum, Daddy!" she warned as he began sucking her nipple while massaging her other breast with his free hand.
Frank quickly moved between her legs and placed the head of his cock at her opening. He opened her legs as wide as possible and pushed them back until her knees were on either side of her breasts. She was so flexible!
"Fuck me!" she groaned as she reached to stroke her father's handsome face.
He pushed and was gratified that the head of his cock popped in with very little resistance. He had prepared her well, and her juices were flowing copiously. He looked into her beautiful face, to make sure he wasn't hurting her.
"Slow," she whispered, gazing with the adoration that she had always had for him. "Fuck your little girl, Daddy."
Frank put all his weight on his arms and began to slowly allow gravity to pull him inside her. He gazed down at her, ready to stop at any sign of discomfort.
After 2 or 3 inches were inside her she opened her mouth, as if it wonder. "Fuccccccccck yesssss, it's so goooood!" she cried.
The sensations of her tight pussy, combined with the incomparable sexiness of his beautiful young daughter were almost more than Frank could bear. His urge to fill this young goddess with his seed was over-whelming. He kept telling himself not to cum, but her cries of passion and the fact that he was fucking his own precious daughter were just too much! Despite his fear of hurting her, he suddenly thrust deep inside her.
"Oh fuck!" she screamed.
"Baby, I'm sorry," he said. "Are you okay?"
She smiled. "I just didn't expect that!" she giggled.
He rotated his hips and gently pushed, inserting himself another inch.
"I think you hit bottom, then," she smiled, as she stroked his face and pushed his brown hair from his forehead. "Don't move just yet," she whispered.
"Baby, this is incest," he groaned, knowing that his orgasm couldn't be prolonged for much longer.
"Yeah!" she smiled. Then, "That makes it even hotter, doesn't it?"
"I'm cumming, Baby," he groaned and she could feel her father's heavy cudgel pumping and spewing a massive load of warm manseed inside her.
This triggered her orgasm. "OHHHHH FUCKKK I'm CUMMMMING!!!! Oh Daddy, it's so fucking GOOD!" she cried as she pulled him to her, snaking her tongue into his mouth as she thrust her open loins against him, endeavoring to take even more of his impossibly long cock inside her.
He continued to lay heavily on her, his thick cock gradually shrinking and falling from her pussy in a gush of their mingled juices. They kissed and whispered sweetly to each other.
"Daddy, you're heavy and I need to go to the bathroom," she said. "But I'm not through with you!"
Frank watched Cathy's sweet ass twist as she walked away. He knew this was going to be the best summer ever.
