Love You, Daddy! Ch. 05

Literotic asexstories – Love You, Daddy! Ch. 05 by BiscuitHammer,BiscuitHammer I woke up slowly, sighing, almost purring. I felt absolutely wonderful as memories of last night came flooding back to me.

We’d done it! We’d seduced daddy and he’d made love to him well into the night. Now I was waking up in his bed, his hulking body asleep next to me. I knew Karli had slipped out overnight, going home to her own place so that daddy and I could talk in the morning. Horny as she was, she was considerate that way. I loved her!

Daddy’s slow, deep breaths indicated he was still sound asleep. I blinked myself away and looked over at the bedside table and the clock, which indicated it was almost ten a.m. Wow, I couldn’t remember the last time daddy had slept in like this! I smiled wickedly as I thought about how I might possibly wake him, get his day off to a perfect start.

I subtly began moving my way down the bed and between his legs, careful not to wake him…

Disclaimer: All character portrayed actively engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Many thanks from me and gratuitous panty flashes from Evie and Karli to my editor for his efforts in polishing this story up. Constructive comments and critiques welcome as always, pointless comments and flames will be snickered at and deleted, as always. Enjoy!

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Love You, Daddy! Chapter V- A Girl Could Get Used To This!

I heard daddy let out something of a sigh, crossed with a moan, shifting around as he began to wake up. He was so much bigger than me, and I was getting moved around as I tried to keep in place between his thighs. I felt him shiver and squirm a little, followed by a sudden pause. He wasn’t making any sounds, either. His body was giving off an air of confusion.

I felt something shift around, and then a huge hand took the white sheet and pulled it up…

“Morning, daddy,” I said in my best cutesy voice, smiling up at him cheerfully before pushing my mouth back down on his throbbing erection as I lay below him, between his long, strong legs.

I kept at my task, but my eyes remained fixed on his, looking up his tall, powerful body. His newly awakened eyes were an almost comic blend of confusion, shock, and even a little horror, but I wasn’t about to let those emotions dictate the day. I pushed my mouth down a little harder, massaging my tongue around his cock, pulsing in my mouth.

“Ev- gnnnn! Evie!” he gasped. “What are you-”

“Mm-mnnnn,” I mumbled, shaking my head slowly as I bobbed up and down on him, indicating that I couldn’t talk and wasn’t the least bit interested in talking yet. I was on a mission, after all.

Daddy just kept staring at me, but I ignored the look in his eyes, determined to replace the worry with lust and enjoyment, like I’d seen in him last night, the looks he’d given me that felt so good and so right. I’d seduced my daddy to make him happy, and in the process found a new and wonderful happy for myself.

Evie Sturm for the win!

“Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned around his cock, vibrating my lips to give him a little extra and making him shiver around me. No matter what his dummy brain was telling him, his body was doing what I was telling it to. And that was all that mattered.

I had to get around to making a choice very quickly here; did I swallow my daddy’s cum, or did I mount him and fuck him until he came inside me? I was on amazing birth control, so I wasn’t worried about him getting me pregnant, no matter how virile he still was.

Think, you greedy slut! Swallow the yummy cummies or get him in you? Decision time!

The need to feel all that warm cum inside my pussy won out, and before daddy even knew what was happening, I popped him out of my mouth and slid myself up his body. He was still watching in disbelief as I straddled his strong hips, positioned myself, and without another word, sank down on top of him, taking daddy all the way inside me.

“Uhhhhnnnnnnn…” I said loudly, arching my spine and letting my head fall back as daddy filled me. “Sooooooooo good…”

“Baby,” he murmured in a quiet but maybe worried voice. “Should we-”

“Daddy, stop talking,” I breathed, still reveling in the sensation of that big, thick cock inside my hungry pussy. It felt just the way I remembered it from the night before, when daddy, Karli, and I had so much fun in the jacuzzi, and then coming back to his bed. I intended to be sleeping here from now on. “Just enjoy this…”

I guess he didn’t know what to say, so he stopped trying to talk. But I didn’t want his brain whirling away, so if I had to melt it, that’s what I’d do. And I’d get myself off doing it, big time. Daddy made me cum so damn hard, after all.

I began to move up and down now, slowly, still leaning backwards. I knew daddy could see my entire body, except my face, and I’m sure he was hypnotized. He could see my tits, fixed on my heaving chest, my pink nipples rock-hard from what he was doing to me. My flat tummy, which I was slowly starting to undulate as I fucked him now. He could see my pink pussy gripping his big cock, which would be shining with my juices now and making him so very slippery.

Dad’s blue eyes were fixated on me, I could feel it. I was still leaning back, my hands resting on his thighs while I churned slowly. Holy shit, he felt good in me! And not just because his dick was fucking huge. It was like my pussy was shaped to accommodate him somehow. But he was half of me, right? So maybe there was some genetic design or intention at work here, and I was made for him to fuck.

Daddy moaned now, and the sound sent a delicious thrill and shiver through me, making my soaking pussy wetter than ever. I squeezed myself around him somehow, and I felt him shudder at the sensation of my tightening. My body temperature was no doubt soaring by this point. I could feel the wet heat of perspiration on my skin, and I’m sure I was flushed a horny pink.

I needed more, even if I already knew I was going to cum myself apart. I wanted more of him. I groaned as I pushed myself upright and then leaned forward, my palms now resting on his muscular chest. My green eyes locked with his ice-blue ones and I was almost panting as I spoke.

“My tits, daddy,” I managed to say. “Play with my tits, please…”

I guess my pleading tone and obvious need snapped him out of his state of shock, because his huge hands reached up and began to fondle and grope my breasts readily, and the sensation made me moan loudly, shamelessly. I responded by pushing my hips down hard, getting that cock as deep inside myself as possible.

My mind was whirling as I realized that I was fucking my daddy. This wasn’t the same as last night, with booze or the right setting and lots of perfectly timed moments by Karli and me. This was just me spiking myself on daddy’s cock in the morning before we got up and riding him to a lusty orgasm we both needed, even if he was in shock.

The plan was to keep him so full of happy hormones that he wouldn’t have the time or inclination to think about it from here on in. He’d want this, as much as I did. He said so last night, but after several hours of deep sleep, I wasn’t taking any chances.

I ground my hips and squeezed my pussy around him while daddy groped me and pinched my nipples.

“Ah!” I gasped, thrusting against him as he drove me wild, those strong hands and fingers sending bolts of pleasure through me. I wouldn’t let him stop. My fingers flexed on his pecs, the nails indenting the taut skin. Daddy groaned and began moving his hips now, finally surrendering to the bliss of fucking me. Whatever was going to happen, it was waiting until this was all over.

I was really wet, I could hear the sloppy sounds I was making as we fucked, his cock sliding in and out of me like a piston. Fuck, daddy was so strong! Stronger than any boy I’d ever been with, and deeper inside me. It was Heaven, and I felt like I was getting addicted to a drug. I could feel it tingling in my toes. It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced.

“Yes, daddy,” I hissed, churning away on top of him. “Fuck me… fuck me… make me cum, daddy…”

Dad grunted and squeezed my tits even harder, making me keen and whimper in delight. It felt so good, and the best feeling wasn’t far away. He was going to make me cum, and I was determined that he would cum with me. I needed to feel him cumming inside me again.

I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but I thought that might shake him out of this euphoria we were building, so I managed not to, instead just panting as I looked down at him, our eyes locked as we ground and thrust against each other. I felt daddy’s body getting warmer too, covered in that same sheen of sweat from our exertions, and his cock was throbbing inside me more than ever. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Do it,” I hissed, my eyes shining with lust. “Cum in me, daddy. Cum in me again…”

Daddy squeezed my breasts harder than ever and I keened loudly, pressing down with my hips desperately. I hoped those fingers bruised my tits from gripping me; I wanted those fucking marks as a badge, liked he owned me, marked me as his own.

And I was. Until we found her, wherever she was, daddy belonged to me. And I was his.

I shuddered and almost thrashed, restraining a scream and just moaning loudly, my body on fire. I felt my pussy clenching fiendishly around him, and then I heard him growl. I remembered the sound of it, because I’d grown up hearing him fuck mom. It was the most enthralling sound, and now I was the one making him do it. He always growled as he came.

And daddy came. That molten cum flooding into my pussy was almost more than I could take. I nearly shrieked at the sensation, and I almost swooned, feeling dizzy from the pleasure. The cum, all that fucking cum, filling me! I’d never felt anything like it!

How many guys had been allowed to bust a nut inside me over the years? Hadn’t daddy cum in me last night? And somehow, this was even better. This felt like he was claiming me.

I felt so… womanly.

My strength gave out and I flopped down on top of daddy, trembling like a leaf and feeling boneless. Pleasure was still washing through me in waves, radiating out from my very full pussy. Daddy was still throbbing inside me, and I never wanted it to stop. My cheek was next to his, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

“Love you, daddy…” I whispered, hopefully loud enough for him to hear me.

And this his powerful arms were on my back, hugging me close.

“I love you too, Evie,” he said gently. I shivered and closed my eyes, allowing myself the bliss of going back to sleep, with daddy still inside me.

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I’m not sure how much time had passed when I finally woke up, but I immediately noticed that daddy’s cock was still inside me, even if he’d gone soft. It felt wonderful and it was so hard to not begin squeezing and sliding around, because he was still asleep. I guess we’d tuckered him out last night and then my little sesh this morning never let him get his energy back.

I was rather proud of that.

I just lay still, basking in all the feelings. I loved how strong he was, how protected I felt, and the way I’d made him feel so good too. A job well done. And who could deserve it more than my daddy, after all? The man who looked after me, cherished me, and made me feel like a million dollars?

Finally he breathed deep and stirred. Did I begin blowing him again, try to keep him off-balance and from thinking too much? No, that was selfish. I knew what I wanted, but we needed to talk sooner or later. And after all, I was doing this for him, not for my own needs. I wanted daddy happy.

Time to find out if I made him happy.

“Well hey, sleepyhead,” I cooed, smiling at him adoringly while he opened his eyes. My chin was resting on my arms, which were resting on his broad chest. He was still inside me and I gently squeezed my pussy around him. God, it felt good. “Y’have a good snooze, daddy?”

He smiled at me and hugged me a little tighter. I shivered, and I hoped he thought it was because I felt good, and because it was actually in relief at his response.

“Yes, pumpkin,” he said, nodding. “I had a very good sleep, followed by a very good nap.”

“Me too,” I sighed happily, still looking up at him. “So I figure we can do any talking we need to do, and then you spend the rest of the day spoiling me for being such a caring daughter, hm?”

He smirked. “I see. And what, exactly, does such a caring daughter deserve in terms of spoiling, if one might ask?”

I made a show of thinking, tapping the tip of my finger against my cheek while looking up at the ceiling. “Well, this caring daughter loves to be kept full of yummy cummies and hormones, so that’s a start.”

“I’ll try to keep up,” he chuckled. “For now, Evie, let’s talk. I am feeling the need.”

I nodded. “I guess you’d better start, daddy. There are no reservations or worries over here, so this is your show.”

Daddy drew a breath and thought about what he had to say. “I guess I need to process all this. I mean… why you’re doing this.”

I smiled warmly. I’d told him, and I’d tell him again and again until he understood and believed it. After all, it wasn’t exactly normal, was it? “You were alone and hurting, daddy. And nobody deserves that, especially not the most wonderful daddy in the world. And so I decided, with Karli’s help, that I was going to make you feel loved again. The way a man feels loved by a woman. That’s every bit as important as an emotional bond, y’know.”

“Maybe I don’t want to know why you think that,” he said, hugging me closer. I wiggled my bum, flexing my pussy around him. “But it’s important to respect your choices as a young woman now.”

I nodded. “Yes it is, daddy. And this is my choice, made with a clear and objective conscience.”

“And are my choices to be respected here?” he asked.

It caught me off-guard when he said it that way, and internally I was panicking that my reasoning and arguments for continuing this would be shot full of holes instantly. I guess he saw in the instant worry on my face because he hugged me close.

“But don’t worry,” he whispered to me, cuddling me and stroking his hands up and down my back. “At the very least, we can stay like this for a bit while I work out my own thoughts on the subject.”

I sighed in relief again and pushed myself up into a sitting position, straddling him. He still felt so good inside me.

“Soooo,” I said, giving him a sly smile. “Does that mean daddy’ll give his little girl another orgasm or two if she wants and needs them? She’s feeling needy, gotta admit.”

“Well, at the very least let’s go somewhere different,” he suggested. “I need a shower and to eat still. Some of us require actual sustenance and can’t just live off protein injections.”

“Pervvy daddy,” I giggled. “Let’s get you in the shower and you can fuck me there. After that, I can feed you.”

He nodded, and as reluctant as I was to let him out of me, I climbed off daddy’s cock, shivering as it popped out of me. Lucky me, I didn’t dribble all over him or the bed, so I guess I’m super-absorbent, given how much cum he put in me. I got off the bed and then pulled daddy to his feet. He stood over me, smiling down at me. It seemed so natural to me that we were naked together, and I never wanted that to change.

I squeaked as daddy scooped me up without warning. I giggled and kicked my little feet as he began carrying me toward the bathroom, turning sideways to get us through the door. Daddy was big enough that it was a tight fit, but we still made it without bumping anyone’s heads or other body parts.

“Okay, pumpkin,” he said, setting me down gently. “Do you need me to step out while you-”

“Daddy, I’ve peed in front of boys before,” I said with an exaggerated sigh, rolling my eyes. “And yes, I’ve seen ’em pee, too. You’ve been inside me, what makes you think I’m gonna be awkward about peeing while you’re here?”

“I just keep learning more and more about you,” he said, his voice somewhere between bemused and resigned. “Fine. Do you need to go?”

By way of response, I smiled at him sweetly while I plunked down on the seat. “Go ahead and turn on the shower, daddy, while I do this, and I’ll check out your butt.”

He shook his head and mumbled something to himself as he turned and began futzing with the shower. I did as promised and admired his butt. It was a nice butt, no question. Even though daddy was in his forties now, it was nice and tight, begging to be fondled. So I obliged.

“Enjoying yourself, young lady?” he asked while leaning into the shower and getting the temperature right for us.

“Oh yeah,” I said, running my palm around the surface of that taught butt. I could’ve used those cheeks as bongos if he’d let me. “Take your time, daddy, no rush here.”

“Well there actually is, since I still have to go,” he pointed out. “So don’t dawdle.”

I sighed and let go of his butt, deciding I’d have more fun with it in the shower. I finished peeing (I hoped daddy could hear me), and stood up.

“Daddy, don’t sit if you’re just peeing,” I protested slightly as he made to ease himself down.

He gave me a somewhat bemused look and then exhaled loudly, lifting the lid and standing in front of it. I just kept smiling up at him while he did his thing, not really watching at all. It wasn’t about watching him pee; but I just wanted him to relax and bond with me in an intimate setting like this. After all, he and mom peed together all the time. This would be no different.

“Do you want to give it a shake?” he asked, his voice having a tint of sarcasm to it. I giggled and turned away now, getting in the shower and moaning deliciously as the water inundated me. It felt sooooo good. I loved daddy’s shower.

Once he was done, daddy got in with me. Without waiting, I hugged myself to him, sighing loudly and happily as I pressed into his body. I could feel that big cock against me, my tits against his torso. I felt his muscular arms wrap around me, and once again, I felt so safe. This was gonna be my happy spot, no doubt about it.

“Mmmmm,” I sighed finally, subtly rocking against him, my eyes still closed as I nuzzled him with my cheek. “Showering with my daddy. Happy feelings.”

“Not exactly normal, though,” he pointed out.

“Don’t care,” I said dismissively, and meaning it. “The world’s pretty stupid, daddy, you keep saying that. If I’m happy here, why should I be unhappy out there?”

He didn’t seem to know what to say to that, so he just held me silently, his arms around me. He didn’t want his little girl unhappy, after all, and if being with him like this made me happy…

“Mmmm, kissies,” I cooed, smiling up and him, then closing my eyes and puckering my lips. “Like you mean it, daddy…”

More readily than I expected, daddy leaned down and planted his lips on mine, getting me a firm, loving kiss. I shuddered and almost came on the spot. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back, deeply. I felt him stiffen as my tongue pushed into his mouth, but he didn’t pull back. I held on to him, losing myself in the moment. I knew daddy said he’d fuck me here in the shower, but I wanted him nice and primed, with no second thoughts.

I stopped kissing his lips, but that didn’t end the kiss as I began slowly making my way down his body. I kissed his chest, those strong pecs, and then down over his abs, nipping at the soft skin. Even just doing this, I could feel myself tingling, getting wet.

Eyes on the prize, Evie.

I was kneeling in front of daddy now, kissing and nipping gently at the skin of his lower belly and just over his cock. I don’t know why I found this area on men so sexy, but I did, and lots of my friends did too. I guess because it wasn’t technically a sex zone, but promised to become one. Daddy kept looking down at me while I kissed him.

His pubes were wet, making things easier. I’d have to convince him to let me shave him, because his dick was already big, but he’d look so huge once I’d done that. Couldn’t wait. His member was in my face now, and I gently turned him and moved him against the back shower wall, to brace himself while I did my thing.

He was already getting longer and thicker as I started kissing him, my fingers around the base. I licked the tip, flicking and swirling my tongue around it, and I heard daddy moan, a sound that tingled through me and made me wetter still! I’d never get enough.

He shuddered as I began taking him into my mouth, and I almost groaned as he clasped my head. I began slowly bobbing back and forth, feeling him harden inside my mouth, and it almost sparked an orgasm again. Turning daddy on, making him hard, it made me want to cum. Oh God, I hope I can cum from just doing this! And then after that, he fucks me?

Long, slow motions, moving back and forth, my lips pulling along that erection I craved. Getting him in my throat, showing him what a good girl I was for him. Other boys didn’t count, they were just practice, just hors d’oeuvres, and they’d never compare to my daddy!

I felt his strong fingers flexing in my wet hair, his cock pulsing in my mouth. Any girl who wasn’t me was so unlucky right now. And mom had been the luckiest girl in the world, having my daddy for herself for seventeen years.

Oh, gawd, my cunt was absolutely throbbing and on fire. I needed him to fuck me so bad, but I also loved having him in my mouth. But that wasn’t where I wanted his cum, either.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I almost panted, looking up at him, my green eyes glazed with lust while my hand pumped his erection. “Pick me up and fuck me against the wall, cum in me and make me scream…”

Daddy didn’t need any encouragement beyond those words, because he picked me up so quickly and forcefully that I gasped, almost losing track of where I was. I felt myself almost slammed back against the wet, warm wall of the shower, and I grunted loudly. I remembered to spread my legs, my pussy aching with need. I felt his hands on my ass, gripping me tight, and the head of his raging hardon pushing at my entrance.

Then I almost screamed as he pushed inside me with one powerful thrust of his hips.

He filled me so quickly, and my eyes must’ve been almost bulging at the sensation, stuffed full of his throbbing cock. My fingers clenched, nails in the strong muscles of his back as I tried to adjust, but daddy was starting to churn against me now, pistoning himself into me. I couldn’t adjust, his strength overwhelming me. Whatever plans I had to fuck daddy fled with my mind.

I don’t know what I looked like, but I felt like I just surrendered and it was like getting battered around like a ship in a storm. Daddy was clearly in great need because of how I’d aroused him, and he was taking me now. This wasn’t us fucking, this was my daddy fucking me, and it was like there was nothing I could do about it.

I’d never felt anything so terrifying and wonderful in my life.

I almost screeched as the first of my orgasms hit me, splintering along my nerves and shaking me. My pussy contracted fiendishly around him, but still daddy kept pounding into me. I hadn’t planned this, but I just let him do what he needed to do, breathing heavily next to my head as he kept me pinned to that wall, my only tether to the world of reality.

And I barely noticed it unless he thumped me against it.

I think I was grunting. I think I was gasping. I think I was making weird moaning noises as daddy’s big cock invaded me, making sure I couldn’t speak or even think. Just one blinding flash behind my eyes after another as his manhood battered my greedy vagina. My body felt like it was melting or coming apart, and I thought he might just kill me.

I think I screamed again as another orgasm exploded inside me, blistering out from my pussy to the tips of my fingers and toes. I clutched myself onto him for dear life, wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt like there might be tears on my face, but I couldn’t tell with the water from the showerhead coming down on us both. My heart was thundering in my chest, my pussy squeezing and throbbing obscenely.

I managed to open my eyes, reality sort of swimming back to me, I think. I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real, because daddy had left the shower door open, and at the entrance to the bathroom, through the veil of steam, I could see Karli, my bestie and lovely friend, watching us intently.

She was leaning against the door frame, her dark eyes locked with mine, and she had her skirt pulled up and was working her fingers on her cunt almost frantically.

I shrieked again through yet another orgasm while she watched my daddy fuck me.

Daddy was breathing heavily, his body starting to tremble, I could feel it. His fingers were gripping my ass tighter, and he was thrusting more slowly but deliberately, his strength so obvious. His cock was throbbing and felt like it was swelling, stretching my walls.

Oh God, daddy’s going to cum in me!

“Daddy…” I said, although I don’t know if I whimpered or if I screamed, but all the same, he was pounding harder and harder as he got closer. I felt my biggest orgasm yet bubbling up, and I had no choice but to just let it happen.

Daddy groaned, daddy growled, daddy snarled, and he pushed inside me as deep as he could, holding there as we toppled over the edge…

I wailed. I screamed. I shook myself apart as this orgasm knocked the shit out of me. I completely lost track and my sight left me. A blackout orgasm! Daddy was making me cum so hard I blacked out! I could feel the unreal heat of his semen filling me, a dizzying sensation, knowing they were looking to impregnate me.

Everything was nonsense, a riot of colours behind my eyes now, with no up or down, just floating and tingling, a foaming bliss in my core that touched every part of me.

And it was daddy that had fucked me into that state.

A minute passed, a million years passed. I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. I just rode out the sensations, knowing I was safe in my big daddy’s arms. I’d come back to earth whenever. This was my happy place, full of my daddy’s cum and knowing he loved me so much that he could share this with me.

I slowly opened my eyes, looking past daddy’s shoulders. Karli wasn’t there, at the entrance to the bathroom. Maybe she had never been. I’d have to find out later. I was breathing slowly and heavily, and so was daddy. We didn’t say anything at all, just holding on to one another. I could feel the water hitting my skin now, feeling so different than the pulse of daddy’s warm cock still inside me.

“Okay, daddy, turn away from the water and then put me down, please…” I asked quietly.

Daddy slowly shifted away from the wall and the showerhead and I groaned as I lost the support of the wall, sinking deeper onto him. He was still hard inside me. God, I never wanted him to go soft. His hands were still supporting my butt and I felt him slowly releasing me. I slipped out of his hands and gasped suddenly as his cock sprang out of my tight pussy. One hand immediately clamped over my womanhood, keeping the creamy treasure inside me while I sank to my knees.

I found his glistening dick and pushed my mouth down on it, moaning in absolute pleasure as I tasted our cum mingled on it. So this was what I tasted like with my daddy?

I cleaned him off diligently while also subtly teasing as much of his cum out of my pussy as I could. Daddy was leaning against the wall, his forehead resting on his arm, and his eyes closed. So he didn’t see me as I brought my hand up to my mouth and greedily swallowed all the cum. Jesus, how was I going to keep from becoming a fucking addict to this?

Daddy was making me into a little cumpire!

I slowly stood, opening my palm and rinsing off my hand while his eyes were closed. I would have to find a way to rinse my mouth too, so I could kiss him again. But right now, it was time to pay attention to my daddy. I hugged myself into him and sighed happily.

“Thank you, daddy,” I murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “I love you so much. Let me wash you now, please?”

He nodded and pushed himself up into a standing position. He waited quietly while I soaped up a soft cloth and began lathering up his body. I was gentle with his cock and his balls, which I had drained just moments ago. Daddy let me do my thing and I washed him lovingly all over his front before turning him around. He rinsed off his front while I washed his back, giggling was taking my time with his butt.

Finally, daddy was clean and I stood up again, letting him wash me. He was very gentle, and I reveled in his touch. It felt like heaven. I remembered when I’d been little and he or my mom had bathed with me and got me clean. True, daddy stopped that before I was eight or so, but mom kept on bathing with me until my puberty.

But having daddy washing me again…

“I’m sorry I can’t reach your head to do your hair, daddy, but can you please wash mine?” I asked in my best little girl voice, looking up at him. “I miss how it felt.”

He nodded and began to shampoo my hair. I closed my eyes and just drifted off on the feelings. It brought back so many memories, but his strong fingers were also firmer with my scalp that they had been over ten years ago. It was the same, but also so much more sensual and intimate. He wasn’t just washing his little girl’s hair, he was pleasuring me. I’d told him how sensitive my scalp was and how I melted when guys played with my hair.

I couldn’t believe I had to resist the urge to masturbate while he was washing my hair.

Finally though, daddy seemed to be done, and I rinsed the lather out while he began doing his own hair. I wish I could’ve done it for him, but he would’ve had to be at least kneeling for me to reach properly. So we just washed off in silence, not really having anything to say just yet. There’d be plenty of words once we were out of the shower and past this moment together.

Daddy turned off the water and then helped me out of the shower. I smiled and blushed as he wrapped a towel around me and then gave me one for my hair. I watched as he put a towel around his waist and then took one to his hair, tousling it until it was only a little damp. I did the same, although my auburn hair was longer than his blond.

I was drying a little too vigorously perhaps, because my towel wrapped around my body came loose and fell to the floor in a puddle around my feet, leaving me exposed.

“Oopsie,” I giggled. “Silly me…”

Daddy smirked at me and knelt down to retrieve my towel. He picked it up and began drying me. I leaned back on the sink and just sighed dreamily while my daddy looked gently rubbed the towel on my body. No guy ever made me feel like this when they dried me. Just my daddy.

“How’s that, pumpkin?” he asked finally as he stood up.

“Much better, daddy, thank you,” I said, resuming drying my hair. “I’d better let you dry yourself, because if I try to do it, we’ll be in here for another hour.”

He chuckled and went back to drying himself off. “So let me guess, this house is a clothes-free zone now?”

“As much as possible,” I replied simply, tossing my two towels in the hamper and then starting to brush out my hair. I used a leave-in conditioner and then followed daddy out of the bathroom. He retrieved his phone and checked the messages on it, making sure he hadn’t missed anything.

“Since you have your phone, daddy, you should take some pics of me while we’re here,” I suggested, sitting down on his bed and crossing one leg over the other, my breasts prominently displayed below my naughty smile.

“Take pics with my phone?” he almost exclaimed, seeming amazed as he gaped at me.

“Well, unless you intend to use a pro camera or a camcorder,” I quipped, giving him a smirk and a wink. “I’d be so proud to know my daddy had pics of me on his phone. And not just normal daughter pics either, before you say that you already have pics of me on your phone.”

He just stared at me.

“Unless people’re looking at your phone on the reg and you’ll be sharing me with the world,” I added. “I mean, I’m not that naughty. Yet…”

He sighed and caved, to my delight. “Okay, pumpkin. Just a few right now, we’ll see about more later.”

I squealed in delight, clapping my hands before resuming my pose and trying my best to look pert and sexy. Daddy seemed awkward about it at first, but soon enough, he saw the effort I was putting into it and decided to match my energy. I giggled as he took pics of me from various angles.

“Okay, I’m hitting the video record function now, Evie, so gimme something great,” he said from behind the phone.

I held my pose, but wiggled my tits at him. I also gave him a saucy wink.

“That’ll do for now, so let’s go downstairs and eat,” he said finally, standing up and smiling at me.

“Mmmmmm, you’re the best, daddy,” I said happily, standing up and trotting up to hug him. I squished my tits into his chest and squirmed around for a moment. “You’re so good to me.”

“Turns out I need to up my game, too,” he replied, hugging me back before patting my butt and making me squeak and giggle. “Let’s go, daddy’s hungry.”

I followed him out of his bedroom and told him I was making a pit stop in my room for a moment and would meet him downstairs. He nodded and went on ahead. I slipped into my bedroom, closing the door behind myself and leaning back against the door. I smiled dreamily, my heart fluttering in my chest.

I loved my daddy so much! How perfect was he?!

I saw a small item on my bed and walked over to see what it was. My eyes widened a little as a saw a pair of tiny silk panties in the center of my sheets. I picked them up and recognized them pretty quickly.

They belonged to Karli. So she had been here and saw daddy fucking me in the shower!

She must’ve left when she saw we were busy. I’d have to invite her back over as soon as possible. She deserved to get fucked again too, after all.

Oh, God, her panties were really fucking sticky…

I brought them to my nose and inhaled her scent, almost moaning in pleasure, like her pussy was right there in front of me. I twisted and crumpled onto my bed, her panties still in my face. I squirmed around until I was squarely in the middle of my sheets and then stretched out. A split second later, her panties were being crushed against my pussy, and I rubbed myself with abandon. She made them wet for me, so I could at least return the favour.

I shivered through a little mini-orgasm a few seconds later before giggling at what a slut I was being, making daddy wait downstairs while I fucked my bestie’s panties. I tossed them back on the bed as I stood up and then wiped my pussy on a towel in my little hamper. I didn’t need to smell like I was in heat when I went downstairs, right? It probably wouldn’t help, and he’d still smell my arousal, but I had to try.

“Hi, daddy,” I chirped as I made my way into the kitchen, where he was making coffee and breakfast. He seemed to be starting bacon, eggs, French toast, and some fruit. “What can I do?”

“I think I have everything covered here, hon, so if you want, just sit down at the table,” he replied.

“Daddy,” I said in a serious tone. “Let me prep something or you’ll be trying to do it all with me sucking your dick. Your choice.”

He sighed. “Tempting, but maybe you can make the fruit bowls, okay?”

I nodded and went to work on making out little fruit bowls, exactly how we both like them- banana slices, mandarin sections, grapes, pineapple bits, granola, and hemp hearts on top. I set our little bowls on the table and then put down the utensils and cups. Just a few moments later, the coffee was ready and I poured it for us.

Daddy brought over the food after another three minutes and we sat down to eat. Daddy seemed really ready, even for him, and I knew he had a big appetite. He made sure I got everything I needed. The rest belonged to him.

“Wow, daddy,” I said, faking a shocked or impressed look. “You’re eating like you got sexed up all night and all morning. Gotta replace all the calories you burned off? And who was the lucky girl?”

“Pretty sure you know her,” he replied as he cut into his French toast, which he’d napalmed with butter, syrup, and cinnamon. Daddy went through cinnamon the way Steve Tyler went through cocaine. I was a little more restrained than that, but I also didn’t require nearly as much food as my daddy, who was probably big everywhere, including Iceland. “She’s an expert at pushing to get what she wants, and succeeding, apparently.”

I knew a chiding when I heard one, and realized we were about to have daddy’s talk. I didn’t do the teenage sigh, I just listened attentively. It’s true, I wanted this, but I knew better than to try and normalize it, and I sure wasn’t going to trivialize daddy’s feelings about it. Yes, he’d played a part, but this was all my doing.

“You know there is nothing the least bit normal about this, right?” he asked me, his tone serious, but he kept cutting up his food, as if he was trying to make things seem not so dire.

I nodded simply. He’d let me know when it was time to talk.

“I don’t need to tell you that nobody can ever find out, of course,” he continued. “And I trust Karli to not talk either, since this would ruin her life as well if it got out. I may ramble a bit, Evie, because even I don’t know what exactly I’m trying to say.”

“Go ahead, daddy,” I said encouragingly. I wanted him to know he had my full attention. “I’m listening.”

He ate some food and then took a breath. “It’s a common thing to hear about daughters when they’re little say they want to marry daddy. Ellie used to giggle and tell me about times you said that when you were a little girl.”

I had no particular memory of ever telling mom that I wanted to marry daddy, but I didn’t doubt it. Daddy was right, little girls said things like that all the time, it was cute.

“And by your own admission last night, you’re not in love with me the way your mom was,” he stated. “You love me the way any daughter loves her dad.”

I nodded.

“So why this?” he asked finally, apparently pushing through to where he needed to be. Apparently he didn’t want to ramble, not yet. “What happened?”

“Well, I told you the gist of it,” I answered. “Honestly, I have repeatedly. And I don’t think we would’ve ended up here if you were happier and out there dating, daddy. I just… seeing you hurt and spinning your wheels was just more than I could bear. I had to do something.”

“Your something turned out to be pretty extreme,” he pointed out. “You don’t think you could’ve just started introducing me to women?”

I gave him an unimpressed look now. “Daddy, you would’ve made them all go away, you’re not fooling anybody. And honestly, if you did, I’d still likely try to drive them away myself if I thought they weren’t worthy of you.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “So sure that’s your call to make, Evie?”

“You weren’t making any calls, and you were miserable,” I said simply, continuing to eat my eggs. “Daddy, I don’t know if mom’d be proud of me for trying to look after you this way or not, it sure as heck wasn’t in my agenda or playbook until a few weeks ago. But the status quo was not an option.”

I looked at him with what I hoped was a desire to understand. “Go ahead and tell me that you had any plans whatsoever for getting back in the game.”

He tried to not look flustered. “I… Evie, my wife, your mother, died less than two years ago. It’s not the sort of thing a person shrugs off. There’s no timetable for being ready to get back in the game.”

“It’s more than that, daddy, and this is where it gets weird,” I said, trying to push through explaining myself. “I have no idea if another Mrs. Right is out there for you. But I really, really doubt mom wants this for you for the rest of your life, you moping and being stuck in emotional Limbo. And I… daddy, orgasms and physical love enhance mood. I know it, you know it. Happy hormones through the roof. I mean, I know I get bitchy sometimes if I haven’t gotten off, it’s one of the reasons Karli and I are one another’s booty call.”

“I’ve certainly been finding out a lot about you too, lately,” he sighed, and I couldn’t help but giggle. “And I’m really supposed to believe that you’re doing this to make me happy?”

“That’s how it began for sure, daddy,” I confirmed, nodding. “I mean, since then, and now that I know you give me mind-melting orgasms, I’m kinda in it for myself too. I mean… well, if I ran into another man who wasn’t my daddy but was just like you, I have to admit, I’d be spiking myself on him, pretty sure.”

Daddy screwed his eyes shut while I tried to rationalize boffing my father. “There aren’t other boys out there who could fill the bill?”

“Sure, there are boys,” I allowed. “Karli and I have had a bit of a dry spell recently, actually, which was one of the reasons this is all so delicious. You’re so big and strong, you’ve got a big dick, you know how to use it, and you’d never hurt us or treat us bad. So it’s kind of a win, y’know?”

“Not really, but I’m trying to understand,” he sighed.

“Daddy, if you made mom cum like that, she was the luckiest woman on earth,” I said, keeping the air from hanging dead. It was risk, since I didn’t always know what I was going to say to keep it going, but hopefully I was getting through to him. “I mean, we never talked about your sex too directly, but she was always happy to get rid of me when sexy time with you was coming up. There were a few times she bragged, mostly to her friends, but sometimes I overheard them.”

Daddy actually blushed.

“And now here I am, her successor,” I continued, still making my case for carrying on like this. “You make me cum harder than any dumb boy ever has, I know I’m making you feel better than you have in over a year, and it’s nobody else’s damn business. I mean, I barely have to alter how I behave around you publicly, since I’m always hanging off your arm or making you carry me around.”

I could tell I had him on that point, because he said nothing.

“So we don’t make out or fuck in public,” I said with a shrug. “Be honest with me, daddy, please… did I make you feel good?”

He had to pull the answer out of himself like he was pulling a serpent out of his lungs, but he did it. “Yes, baby, you made me feel very good.”

“And unless you tell me very specifically no, then I intend to keep this up,” I declared. “Where in the universe’s rulebook does it say you have to be unhappy because mom’s gone?”

He almost winced. I didn’t want to be this pointed, because it felt kind of cruel, but I needed to break down his barrier of excuses and make him decide without them.

“I make you happy, you make me happy. We keep looking for someone who will make you happy as a wife. Until then, I fill in the gaps.”

“What if you want to find a boy, Evie?” he asked.

“First of all, I’m not even nineteen yet, daddy, I’m in no rush,” I pointed out. “Second, I’ve got a good thing with Karli, so maybe I’ll marry her one day. Third, maybe I don’t want a boy. What if I need a man in my life? A big, strong man who’ll take good care of me?”

Once again, no answer.

“Daddy, I’m not trying to cuff you, that’s silly,” I pressed. “I’m not that kind of ‘in love’ with you, I’ve got something even better from my point of view. But I can help you and make you feel good and get you back where you need to be. Karli and I committed to that.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “‘sides… if I’m getting the good stuff from you, I’m not gonna want to be hanging around with horny boys, am I?”

And finally, daddy chuckled, relaxing and sitting back in his chair, looking at me. “Okay, pumpkin, you win, at least for now. It seems crazy to me, but honestly, worse things have happened to me. I’ll do my best to get used to this, but you need to respect me when I say anything, are we clear?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, my eyes shining. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” he said with a nod. We went back to eating, but before long, I heard the front door unlock and open. That could only be one person.

“Ooh, hello, naked breakfast time, is it?” Karli chimed as she sauntered into the dining room. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Daddy just stared in disbelief and I giggled while Karli stripped herself naked, her creamy body on complete display for us both now. She walked up behind daddy and gave him a big hug, squishing her tits into his back while kissing him on the cheek.

“Mmm, hello, sir,” she purred as she gave his ear a nip.

“Hi, Karli,” he replied, watching as she came around the table and bent down to kiss me. I closed my eyes and moaned through the slow, deep kiss. I could hear daddy cutting up his food, so he was probably trying not to look. I hoped he was failing. All part of my place for us to have a happy and sexy life.

Karli ended our kiss with a wet smack and I smiled up at her. “You eaten yet, babe?”

“Just a li’l yogurt this morning before my run, but I could go through a waffle,” she replied while rubbing her cute boobs in my face. “As long as what I really wanna eat under the table is still avails.”

Daddy sighed and shook his head while I giggled. “Yes on both counts.”

“Yum yum,” my dear friend said as she sat down at the table and began serving herself. She didn’t take much, so clearly she had something else in mind. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

“We were just talking,” I said casually while Karli drowned her coffee in cream. “I was assuring daddy that I had no designs on him and keeping him off the market.”

“Which means he’s yours until he’s in the market again and being spoken for,” Karli mused, smiling at daddy. “Hey, I’ll help get him ready.”

Daddy squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to eat.

“No sense pretending, daddy,” I said simply. “Karli and I are gonna keep you sexed up until she comes along. Meaning you’ve gotta take care of us until then. Seriously, does that really sound all the bad?”

“I think the problem is that it doesn’t,” he sighed, looking at us both. “Karli, you’re less than half my age, and I’m committing incest with Evie. It ought to sound wrong.”

“Well that’s on you, sir, because it doesn’t sound wrong to either of us,” Karli said simply, shrugging as she began cutting up her waffle. “Evie and me get amazing dick, and you get all the orgasms you can handle. You’re not getting either of us pregnant, and nobody’s finding out. So what’s the big deal?”

One of the advantages of having Karli here was that she could be a different kind of blunt with daddy. She had no skin in the game, so to speak. Yes, she wanted to help cheer my daddy up, but they weren’t related. If daddy had just been some hot older man Karli was fucking, her sugar daddy, then nobody would really blink. Daddy’s reasoning and defenses wouldn’t work in this case.

“Just… be patient with me,” he said finally. “I’ve no doubt you two’ll talk me into just about everything, but don’t destroy my mind either, okay?”

We both knew what he meant. He intended to try, but he wasn’t about to be railroaded either. If he put his foot down, there wasn’t much we could do about it. Let’s hope he didn’t.

“So we’ve reached some kinda understanding, is that it?” Karli asked.

“I would hope so,” I replied, smirking. “I mean, he’s already fucked me twice today.”

Daddy kept eating, but I could see his ears turn slightly pink. Under all that blond hair, it was kind of cute.

“Well, that’s fair, since you’re his little girl and all, but you’ve gotta share, too,” Karli stated. “So as soon as he’s able, we should have ourselves another three-way.”

I nodded my approval. She looked at my father. “Y’down for that, big man?”

“Do I have a choice?” he asked.

“No,” Karli and I responded in tandem before breaking out giggling. We kept eating, with Karli and I doing most of the talking, only occasionally referencing daddy’s dick or the fun we’d had last night. Karli decided a few more deets about the morning were in order, so she asked me what had happened. I was only too willing to share.

“Well, I decided daddy needed to wake up with a smile on his face, so I went down on him,” I began, enjoying myself while daddy just listened. There was no escaping. “Once I had him up, I had to make a choice… did I let him cum in my mouth and swallow it all, or did I climb up and ride him?”

“Hm, tough choice,” Karli mused, making a show of thinking. “I mean, I do love the feel of your dad’s dick in my mouth, but I gotta admit, having that thing inside me is a special kind of wonderful too.”

“Anyway, I decided I wanted him in me, so I saddled up and went to town until he gave me face-melting orgasms and then he came in me.”

“Good choice, fully approved,” Karli said, nodding. “Then what?”

“Well, I was good and tired again, so we took a nap with daddy inside me,” I continued.

“Awww, so sweet,” Karli cooed, but she meant it. “So what about when you woke up?”

“Well, we were pretty sex-sweaty and sticky, so daddy’s shower got a workout,” I said. “And he miiiiiighta fucked me in there again until I blacked out.”

“I’m so glad you have stamina, sir,” Karli said, smiling at daddy. “We’re gonna need it from you. We’re both pretty greedy, y’know.”

“Karls,” I hissed, giving her scolding look. “Don’t make me sound like a slut in front of daddy!”

“Oh, he’s supposed to believe you learned all this stuff by bein’ a virgin?” she laughed. “Look, if he doesn’t want boys slobbering on you and getting inside you, then he can do you himself and make sure you don’t want stupid boys, right?”

“She’s got a point,” daddy said out of nowhere. “I’d prefer boys keep their grubby mitts off you.”

“That’s the spirit, sir!” she laughed, while I was the one blushing now. “Dick her good and make sure she never looks at another boy.”

“Gnnn, how did I end up being the one getting embarrassed?” I complained while Karli and daddy laughed together.

***

Not long after…

We were sitting on the couch (daddy called it a ‘chesterfield’) in the living room, with daddy lounging in between us, his arms resting behind on the back of the furniture. I was snuggled into his side, nuzzling my cheek against his big, strong chest and caressing his pecs with my free hand.

Karli had taken it upon herself to stroke his cock, keeping him nice and hard as she snuggled in from the other side.

He had his eyes closed and was trying not to moan.

“Mmmm, Karli’s really good at that, isn’t she, daddy?” I purred, nipping at the skin of his muscular shoulder. “Just wait until she massages you from the inside.”

“You sure that’s okay, E?” my bestie asked, looking across my daddy at me. I giggled and winked.

“You dumb slut,” I cooed, leaning across daddy and pressing my lips to hers now. “Of course it is. You were a big part of all this, only fair you get some of the payoff, right?”

“Mmmm, soooooo agreeing,” she mumbled through our wet tongue kiss. “You gonna lick my pussy and his cock while he fucks me?”

I shivered at the thought and nodded eagerly, still kissing her. My hand left daddy’s chest for a moment and reached over to fondle and grope one of Karli’s plump tits, making her writhe in pleasure. Good thing we’d laid out towels first, because we were both already so fucking wet.

We broke the kiss and Karli leaned down, kissing the head of daddy’s cock and swirling her tongue around the head. Soon enough, she was pushing her lips down, taking in as much of him as she could. She did respectably, about as well as me, but neither of us was deep-throating daddy.

I was kinda proud of him for that.

While she sucked on daddy’s erection, I moved down and crawled across the floor in front of him, coming up behind Karli. I took her by her ass and pulled into her a position that suited me. She moaned loudly and squirmed as I slid my tongue up her slit, over her pucker, and back down before pushing it inside her. I love the scent and taste of whatever she’d showered with before she came over. We did that a lot for each other.

A shameless groan came from my friend as I pushed my finger inside her ass while I tongued her pussy and clit. I could feel her bobbing up and down steadily, getting daddy primed to fuck her. I didn’t mind one bit, since she was so instrumental in bringing about all this. Karli deserved it. I’d share daddy with her. Between us, we’d keep him so pumped full of happy hormones that he’d be on Cloud Ten all day, every day.

She popped her mouth off him and looked back at me, her dark eyes glazed with desire. “I think he’s good to go, E… wanna help me suit up?”

I nodded and pulled my finger out of her ass while I stopped molesting her pussy with my tongue. I pulled daddy’s knees apart and knelt between them. Karli clambered over his large thighs and started settling into position, facing out. I took daddy’s dick by the base and held it steady while she got herself lined up. I teased the swollen head of his cock against her clit and dragged it up and down her slick lips until she was whining and begging.

Then I held him in place and Karli just sank down, moaning very loudly as daddy split her wide and wet deep inside her.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” she almost yowled, her eyes wide. “Hahhhhhhhhh, ffffffffffffffff…”

She was hilted now, and she just sat still, staring rather blankly for a moment. I could barely hear daddy over the production she was making, but I heard him moan too. I just gazed in awe at the sight- my best friend’s slutty cunt was split apart and impaled and my daddy’s big cock. Her lips were pulled wide, and I could see her pink clit.

I leaned in and began kissing and licking.

Karli seemed to come out of her trance finally and began moving slowly up and down. I took a moment to watch as she gripped my daddy’s cock with her pussy, and the shaft was glistening with her wetness. I could smell her arousal, the scent of a woman in heat being fucked. I swear, I almost shivered and had an orgasm on the spot.

Daddy’s big hands came up and began fondling Karli’s tits, and she groaned loudly again.

“Don’t be gentle, sir,” she gasped, pushing back against him even while she sank up and down. “My tits like it rough…”

Daddy seemed to take her at her word, and I could see him squeezing and groping her harder, making her moan and whimper. His strong fingers pulled on and pinched her dark, rubbery nipples, and I knew what that was doing to her, because I made her squeal all the time with it.

Karli shuddered suddenly and cried out, cumming hard. She began moving up and down harder, more deliberately, spiking herself on daddy’s cock. I was kissing and licking again, flicking my tongue against her throbbing clit and making her hiss and pant. Karli was getting wetter and wetter, and so was I. Daddy’s big cock was deep inside her, and it almost made me insanely jealous.

Karli was almost bouncing on daddy’s dick now, and I was amazed he wasn’t rupturing her, since he had to be pounding at her womb. Daddy was big, and Karli was smaller than me, just with a nice big ass and big tits. But if he was killing her from the inside out, she didn’t seem to mind one bit. Her creamy brown skin was covered in sweat and she was gasping and panting like she was running a marathon.

“Daddy, you make sure you cum in her,” I said from below, loud enough to make sure I was heard. “Give Karli a big load.”

“Nffffff…” was his response while he squirmed below Karli and mauled her tits. I took that as a promise he would.

Karli was getting close to yet another orgasm, I could tell, because she’d replaced the bouncing with a grinding motion, making circles with her hips while she kept daddy deep inside her cunt. She always did this when she was working toward a big orgasm. Her body was shining with sweat, her eyes absolutely glazed with pleasure and lust. I couldn’t wait for her to cum.

“Gonna…” daddy grunted, his fingers gripping her tits hard and starting to push up with his hips.

“Cum in me, sir!” she wailed in desperation. “It’s safe, I took my pill! I think…”

“What?!” daddy almost yelped, but it was too late and he was surging up from below.

I got up in a flash and jammed my mouth against hers. Karli shuddered violently and shrieked like her soul was being torn out of her body. She grappled onto me, writhing on daddy desperately as he filled her with his cum. She almost rattled my teeth out of my head with the scream. As many times as I’ve heard this slut cum, it had never been quite like this.

She almost flopped back against daddy, going limp, her head lolling off to one side and her eyes staring blankly. Her chest rose up and down, but if it hadn’t been for that, you might’ve thought she was dead. Daddy’s big hands were resting at his sides, and he seemed pretty out of it too. Just that big ol’ chest rising and falling slowly.

I kissed my way slowly down her body, taking a few moments at her diamond-hard nipples, which I knew were so sensitive after she came hard. Karli shivered just a bit, but otherwise barely responded. I kissed down over her belly and finally arrived at her mound, her pussy still split wide by daddy’s hard cock. I kissed her clit and where they joined gently, lapping with my tongue and getting moans from them both.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…” Karli said in a dazed voice, beginning to stir finally. “What year is it?”

I giggled and kissed her clit again, feeling her hand come up and rest in my auburn hair. I loved these moments with her. Now it’d her, me, and daddy. Talk about amazing.

“When your slutty ass can move again, you should get down here and taste yourself with him,” I suggested. “And while you’re doing that, I’ll suck his cum out of you, deal?”

“As long as you save some to put in my mouth,” she mumbled, still not ready to move much. Daddy’s hands had come up and were resting on her stomach now, caressing very gently.

“Thank you, sir,” she sighed, turning her head to smile at him. She kissed him on the nose. “So, was it good for you too?”

“Yes, Karli,” he said tiredly. “It was very good for me too.”

“Well, plan on keeping up that endurance, sir, and getting even better, because this is your life for the foreseeable future…” she reminded him. She slowly sat up in his lap and stretched, moaning.

“Gawwwwwwd, I’ll never wanna fuck anyone else again,” she sighed in pleasure, still enjoying the feeling of being pinned to him.

“Right here, slut,” I called up from between their legs.

“I meant boys, dummy,” she giggled. “Who needs stupid boys when you can have this, right?”

“Hey, no argument here,” I said, readying my hand. “Stand up and get in your new position in three… two…”

With a shameless groan, Karli pushed herself up and off daddy’s cock, which popped out of her with a sticky, wet noise that I’d never grow tired of. She turned around and began kneeling between his legs while I lay down on the floor, facing up. Karli settled her pussy down onto my waiting mouth and moaned as I pushed my tongue deep inside her, starting to lap my daddy’s cum out of her. Karli bent down and began cleaning daddy’s cock like a good girl.

I shuddered as I tasted daddy’s cum, mixed with my best friend’s. It was a heady combination, like daddy’s and mine, and I swore I could get drunk on it. Up above, Karli was moaning in delight as she sucked daddy’s cock clean. I was plenty busy down here, so I let her take her time. No rush at moments like these, right?

Clearly Karli had finished, because she settled her weight down onto my face, smooshing me with her pussy and ass and giggling about it. Nowhere near the first time she’d done it, but I wasn’t about to make daddy panicky by thrashing around.

I gave her clit a nip and she squeaked and pulled off me very quickly. I was giggling too as I got up, my face shining with hers and daddy’s mixed cum. I still had some in my mouth, as promised. I knelt up and pulled Karli’s face to mine, kissing her deeply as we both moaned. I pushed the cum into her mouth, our tongues tangling wetly.

Daddy was just watching in something of a haze as we made out in front of him.

“Mmmm, next time he cums in one of us, we’ve gotta scissor and transfer the cum between us that way,” Karli mumbled through the kiss. “Our cunts together and passing his baby batter back and forth…”

“Yes, but please don’t scare me about the birth control thing, Karli,” daddy sighed, shaking his head finally. “I’ve been told my heart is in good shape, I don’t want any scares to change that.”

“No promises, sir, but I’ll try,” she quipped, winking at him. “I just wanted that extra li’l rush that time, y’know?”

“Next time, we’ll find out if spankings give you a rush, young lady,” daddy grumbled.

“Don’t threaten her with a good time, daddy,” I laughed. “Karli loves having her ass slapped. She’s a total slut for it.”

“Guilty,” Karli agreed readily as we laughed and squirmed our boobs together, putting on a show for daddy before making out again. Soon enough, each of us was perched on one of his big legs, and we were kissing and fondling one another. Daddy’s hands were resting on our waists.

“God, I could fuck this whole day away,” Karli sighed finally. “But I’ve got shit to do for my mom, so d’you mind if I borrow your shower and clean up before I head out?”

“C’mon, we’ll use daddy’s,” I said, standing up and taking her hand to pull her to her feet. I smirked at him. “Pretty sure he’s not going anywhere for a bit.”

Daddy waved tiredly. She giggled again and trotted upstairs, still holding hands. Karli peed while I fired up the shower. Once it was ready, we went in together, falling into our usual embrace and kissing lovingly as we danced slowly under the water, our bodies pressed together firmly.

The kiss ended and Karli smiled at me slyly, her forehead pressed to mine. “Wanna get married, slut?”

I giggled and caressed her slit. “Gee, I dunno, I might be saving myself for daddy, y’know.”

“Not without me, you’re not,” she snickered. “He can have two hot young brides, you greedy thing. D’you think we really tuckered him out?”

I shook my head, but we were still forehead to forehead. “No, he’s acting more tired than he is, so that he can have some time to himself, try and process everything that’s happening. Of the three of us, he’s still the hesitant one.”

“Sucks that we have to respect that,” Karli grumped. “Because I’d just rape him if I could.”

“Let’s get your whore ass washed up!” I laughed gaily, reaching over to grab the cleanser.

The shower took longer than it needed to because Karli and I kept slithering our slippery bodies together.

***

About half an hour later…

We came back down and Karli was dressed, but I was still naked. We found daddy in the kitchen, cleaning up the meal. I skipped up to him and gave him a big hug. Then I stepped aside to allow Karli to say goodbye.

“‘bye, sir,” she cooed before taking him by the cheeks and pulling him down into a kiss. “Mmmmm…”

She then dropped to her knees, now eye-level with daddy’s resting cock. “G’bye to you too, sir,” she quipped, leaning in and giving his manhood a kiss. But predictably, she couldn’t stop there, taking it gently in her hands and kissing around it before taking it into her mouth, slowly bobbing back and forth.

Daddy was leaning on his hand against the kitchen island, looking down at my friend in mild disbelief.

“Okay, you tart, get moving,” I said finally, putting my hand in her kinky, curly hair. “At least give my cunt a goodbye lick as well before you need to head out.”

Without a word, Karli pulled my daddy’s cock out of her mouth, turned, and began kissing my pussy goodbye, finding the time to snake her tongue inside me. Fuck, it felt good, and I had to lean back against the counter to keep myself up.

“Better go, or I’m gettin’ raped,” she said finally, standing up and trotting toward the foyer and the front door. She smiled back at us and blew us a kiss. “Lates! Don’t get caught!”

And then she was gone.

“That girl,” daddy sighed, still looking at the foyer.

“Yeah, but she’s fun,” I replied, hugging his arm now. “And she gave me the courage to go through with this, y’know.”

I looked up at him now. Daddy was much taller than me, and I loved how safe it made me feel. “So, how’re we gonna kill the afternoon? Wanna just relax and lounge around all day? We can use the hot tub and just do nothing.”

“Well, not like anyone can see us if we do that,” daddy reasoned, apparently deciding to not be bothered by our new nudity rule. That thrilled me. “I’ll even let you have a few drinks, as long as you pace yourself.”

“Ooh, gonna get me liquored up and take advantage of me?” I teased in a cutesy voice.

“Evie…” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, daddy, you can’t rape the willing, after all,” I reminded him. I took his hand now. “C’mon, lemme spoil you a little, daddy…”

I led him out to the backyard and fired up the hot tub while he retrieved some beer from the cooler. I asked him to grab a hard lemonade for me.

“I don’t remember buying this,” he said, frowning at the offending bottle. “Never would’ve for me, and I definitely wouldn’t have for you.”

“Oh, Karli and I got a guy to buy a six for us,” I said casually as I slipped into the tub. “We got booze, he got a handy, everyone wins.”

“Was he old enough to buy alcohol?” daddy asked pointedly.

My response was a shrug. “Iono. Never seen the guy before.”

“We really need to talk about your proclivities, young lady,” he sighed again as he joined me.

“No we don’t,” I laughed as I took my bottle of hard lemonade from him. He’d already twisted the top off. “I’m a good girl, daddy, you need to accept that. I’m just not a nun or a prude. I talked to mom enough to know she wasn’t either, especially before you were married.”

“Okay, fair,” he allowed, trying to not be such a dad and maybe just be Daddy. It would be hard for him at times, and I would be patient about that. After all, this newfound understanding and freedom between us was all my doing. I needed to make allowances, just like he did. He’d only recently confirmed for himself that I was even bisexual, after all.

Mom had known, of course, since I told her ages ago. She didn’t mind, as long as I was happy. She knew about Karli and me, and I made no bones about having sex with other girls, as well as guys. All she wanted was for me to be careful and never make her worry.

Make her worry, not daddy. That was too easy. She said she’d handle him if he got too paranoid. And it’s not like he was some hyper-strict authority figure in my life who didn’t want me to have fun. He was my great big daddy, who loomed over everyone else and could crush a watermelon in his arms. Having daddy unhappy with you seemed like a bad idea, and I’d known that my entire life. Even mom didn’t contest him too often, unless it led to a spanking. She loved those.

Yeah, apparently my daddy could be pretty kinky.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you and mom, daddy,” I said once he was settled in.

He blinked. “Something what?”

“Something naughty, of course,” I explained. “I think part of healing is talking about you and mom, or me and mom. And mom hinted to me that you guys got up to some things once in a while.”

“Not exactly the type of thing a father discusses with his little girl,” he said, trying to sound stern.

“Daddy, you’ve been inside me all morning,” I pointed out, smirking. “You’ve cum in me twice and I’ve lapped your cum out of my best friend after you fucked her. Pretty darn sure we’re beyond the ‘things we don’t talk about’ boundaries, y’know?”

He didn’t really have a response to that.

“Were you two ever swingers, did you ever do the group sex thing?” I asked casually, as if it was nothing.

Daddy didn’t answer quickly enough, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Holy shit, you did,” I breathed, leaning forward a little now. “Omigosh, daddy. Was it more than once? When was the last time?”

He said nothing for several seconds, but finally drew a deep breath. “It’s… it wasn’t like it was anything regular, but once in a while, your mom and I had some playmates. I think the last time was about three years ago.”

“Dayum, I never suspected,” I said, still in disbelief. Then again, why would daddy lie about this? It’s not like he wanted to tell me. Or at least, it sure wasn’t easy for him. “So you, mom, and another guy?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Never another guy.”

I was silent again, looking at him in wonder. “Mom… daddy, mom was bi?”

He smiled at a memory. “I guess you could say that. Maybe a little, anyway. She enjoyed sharing a girl once in a while.”

Gotta admit, I didn’t know what to say for some time. This was blowing me away, and all I’d been trying to do was get daddy to open up a little, help him ease into this new dynamic we’d put ourselves in.

My mom was bi?

“I guess she’s who I get my bi streak from then, right?” I sussed out, talking as much to myself as to him. “I sure didn’t get it from you.”

Daddy shook his head again and chuckled. “No, pumpkin, definitely not from me. But honestly, I think you’re a lot more bi than your mom was. She liked it, but only if we could share.”

“So she never had sex with a girl without you?” I asked.

“Definitely not after we were together,” he answered with certainty. “No.”

“And did you ever have sex with one of the girls without mom?”

“Nnnno, certainly not unless she was at least present,” he explained, trying to figure out what to say. “Sometimes she’d watch me have sex with a girl we were sharing while she masturbated, but she always ended up joining in. Or I watched them and then joined in. We were always together.”

I slumped back against the wall of the hot tub, feeling almost confused. But also, there was a new feeling for daddy. He’s always been my big, strong protector, but now he was… cool?

“I always thought you and mom were awesome, daddy, but this is like light-years ahead of anything I expected,” I confessed.

“Then why did you ask if we were swingers?” he asked. “Which we weren’t, really.”

“I was just trying to ask you something I thought was silly and outrageous, and then you’d relax and ‘fess up to something else that wasn’t quite so exciting or kinky,” I said, still having a hard time wrapping my head around it. “You and mom were together for what, sixteen years? How often did you swing?”

He had to think about that. “Maybe ten times in the course of our courtship and marriage? Like I said, it was hardly frequent, we usually just agreed to find an attractive girl we could have fun with for the night. Nothing insane.”

“What was the kinkiest swing thing that ever happened?” I asked pointedly. Now I had to know.

Daddy thought about it. “Well, for my thirtieth birthday, your mom found two girls, and we had a lot of fun.”

That kinda blanked my mind for a moment as I thought. “I… remember your thirtieth, daddy, a little bit. Didn’t you send me to the babysitter down the street for a weekend?”

He didn’t say anything, but he blushed a little, and when he nodded, there was a hint of a naughty smile on his face.

“I can’t believe it!” I almost cackled. “You and mom had your own little orgy with two women for a whole weekend to celebrate your birthday? I thought we took you to Chuck E Cheese.”

“Well, you did,” he offered. “It’s just that after that, your mom and I had another party to see to.”

“Oh my God, my parents sent me away for a weekend so they could get their perv on!” I laughed. “Please tell me there’s video I can see.”

Daddy cleared his throat. “Honey, I’m not sure I should be showing you my private movies with your mom.”

“Daddy, you’ve been inside me. Which is more pervvy, seeing your homemade porn with mom, or fucking me?” I asked rather pointedly. “It’s gotta be insanely hot. Tell me it was insanely hot.”

He smiled and nodded finally. “It was an amazing weekend, Evie. I couldn’t believe she threw that together for us. She told me she had a surprise, but didn’t say what.”

“I wonder where she found the girls,” I mused, taking a pull from my drink.

“They were university students that she got to know, I think they were both in their third year,” he said, remembering. “To say they were willing was a minor understatement.”

“And here I thought having a threesome with Karli was pushing the line,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Gotta step up my game, clearly.”

“Oh, does that mean you’ve never been in a four-way?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not criticizing, darling, but at this point, getting to know you how I am now, that would surprise me a little.”

“Does a four-way with three other girls count?” I ventured. “And one of ’em was Karli.”

“I guess it doesn’t,” he chuckled. “But you’ve done three-ways then, right?”

“A few times,” I said simply. “Mostly with Karli, either a girl or a guy, but there was two times it was me and two boys.”

I smirked at him. “I know, I know, you’d rather have me getting my freak on with ten girls at once that a single boy get his grubby mitts on me. You’re not that mysterious, daddy.”

I got up and moved across the tub, sitting in his lap sideways. I smiled mischievously and poked his nose. “‘sides, now that I know you and mom had your freaky moments, what do I have to feel bad about? I’m learning a lot about you too, y’know.”

I paused and wiggled my butt around for a moment before smiling slyly. “Daddy… do you have a boner happening under the water?”

He didn’t say anything, and his eyes darted away.

“Guess I’ll have to look for myself, won’t I?” I announced, putting my hard lemonade in his hand. “Hold my bottle, daddy…”

And with that, I took a deep breath and plunged under the churning water, moving between daddy’s legs. I couldn’t open my eyes because of the temperature of the water, but I easily found daddy’s hardon with my hand. I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking. It occurred to me that if we lowered the temp of the water, I might be able to blow him next time. I’d have to practice lots. How many times had I licked Karli’s pussy in the pool at school, after all?

I moved in and kissed his dick before pushing my mouth down over the head, enveloping it. Then I began bobbing up and down as much as I could, but I knew I wouldn’t last long. The water was rather warm, and it was loud under here with the jets.

I tried to not burst up through the surface of the water, and I gasped loudly, sucking in lungfuls of air. Daddy was just staring at me like I was a three-headed horse, or like I’d solved the mysteries of the universe. I grinned at him, totally soaked again, my auburn locks clinging to my face and shoulders.

“Yep, you were pokin’ me with your dick, daddy,” I declared as I clambered back into his lap, only this time, I was straddling him, facing out. “I guess it’s my fault you’re hard, so it’s my job to tame the beast, right?”

I wrapped my arms back around his strong neck, and then positioned myself until I felt the throbbing head splitting my wanton pussylips. With as loud a sigh as I dared, I sank down, taking daddy deep inside me for the third time today.

And it felt every bit as wonderful.

You always hear stories about men my daddy’s age having trouble getting it up, or keeping it hard, but that defo wasn’t the case here. I like to think it had something to do with me, but maybe daddy was just one of those virile men you hear about. He was only forty, after all, and both his parents were still alive and kicking, in their late seventies. He’d said the men in the Sturm family were known to live into their late nineties.

But this big dick inside me felt like a total hundred, none better. I loved my daddy so much.

I began grinding and churning slowly on his lap, my arms still around his neck. I moaned in pleasure, feeling him stir my insides like no mere boy ever had. Being taken by a man was a completely different thing, no doubt about it.

“Play with my tits, daddy,” I sighed, my eyes closed. “Let me feel your hands on me…”

His big, strong hands found my tits and I groaned shamelessly, but hopefully not loud enough to be heard. Then again, if nobody heard me, Karli, and daddy fucking here in the hot tub last night, I doubted they would now, just the two of us. Unless I began wailing like a banshee. Tempting.

Daddy’s hands groped and fondled my tits just how I loved it, almost like they were made for him to play with. Maybe they had been, since I was daughter. And not to brag, but mom and I shared quite a few similarities, and I know our tits looked a lot alike. So maybe he could mess around with them just how he did with mom’s. The thought gave me a tingling thrill.

I was built to be fucked and pleasured by my daddy.

I gasped and sucked in my breath through my teeth as he pinched my nipples, pulling on them and rolling them between his big fingers. He knew how to make it sting just right, and I knew I was going to cum so damn hard if he kept this up. I could feel that big cock inside me as I churned on it, throbbing deliciously.

I choked and gasped as one of daddy’s hands left my tits and found my clit, teasing it. I jammed my hips forward against the teasing finger, even while he was inside me. It was like he knew what to do with me.

“Gnnnnn, daddy…” I murmured, almost whining as he drove me crazy. I kept squeezing around his dick, but he was so big that it was more difficult than I was used to. I knew I was good at sex, but daddy’s size was a challenge. Not that I minded at all, it felt so amazing.

I turned my head and darted in, jamming my lips against his and kissing him as I suddenly had an orgasm splinter through me. I wailed loudly into his mouth, and maybe it caught him slightly off-guard, but I pressed down on his cock as hard as I could, riding out the unreal pleasure that was foaming through my body.

I stopped kissing him as I began coming down, panting loudly, my eyes still closed. Holy shit, that had been a good one, and unexpected. I wasn’t ready when it just took over. Stealth orgasms are amazing, but I’m a screamer, so I need to be careful.

“Do I feel good, daddy?” I panted, churning on him again, determined to make him cum. “Do you feel good inside me?”

“You feel wonderful, baby,” he breathed, still gripping my breasts.

“Take me, daddy,” I begged, feeling that my strength wouldn’t hold out to keep up this pace. I wanted him in charge. “Take me like a woman, the one you own… fuck me like you own m-”

I didn’t even finish before daddy surged up and forward, pushing me down so that I was kneeling on the seat on the opposite side of the jacuzzi, my arms resting on the edge. I gasped breathlessly as daddy pinned me by my hips and slammed his cock inside me from behind, his powerful thighs slapping against my ass cheeks. My eyes went wide and my back arched as he penetrated deep inside me with one push.

I could barely breathe, the raw power of his body taking over me. Daddy was breathing through his nose, but also panting, his strong hands gripping my hips while he thrust inside me. It was almost animalistic, like he was claiming me.

He was mating with me.

Making me his own, the way I wanted.

I turned my head to look back and almost yelped in shock, because daddy’s blue eyes were flashing, boring right into me, and his teeth were clenched tight. It wasn’t fury on his face, it was every bit as primal, though. It was a lust, a determination to dominate and take what was his.

Had I teased and driven my daddy to the place where he wanted to claim me, to conquer me sexually?

Was this what would happen with my mom?

Another orgasm, a huge one, lancing along all my nerves, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming out loud. I shoved back against daddy as hard as I could, feeling him push even deeper inside me. Once the orgasm broke, I felt myself pistoning back against him, heard myself panting loudly, grunting and groaning, rutting like a fucking animal. I had lost control of myself. All I wanted was his cum inside me, for daddy to breed me.

I’d never wanted anything like that from a boy. But here, now, it was an impulse, something so deep and primal. God, if only my daddy could make me pregnant!

He slammed forward harder than ever, and my eyes snapped open. I heard him growl, but then I heard nothing. I just felt like I was floating. White light, all cloudy. Soft echoes. And a new pleasure I hadn’t felt yet. This orgasm seemed to have knocked my soul right out of my body.

I hoped I wasn’t screaming.

I think I could feel daddy filling me with cum. But I was so high, I couldn’t really be certain of anything. I never wanted to come down.

Yes, I did, because daddy would be waiting for me.

I came to, and I was being cradled in strong arms. The churning water and the hum of the jets imposed themselves on me. It almost dragged me out of whatever euphoria I was in. I slowly opened my eyes and saw daddy smiling down at me.

“There you are, pumpkin,” he said gently. “You almost disappeared under the water when your arms gave out.”

“Whiteout orgasms’ll do that to a girl, daddy,” I said dreamily, slowly reaching up and putting my hand on his face to make sure he was real.

“Don’t you mean blackout, Evie?” he asked.

“Nnnnnnope,” I drawled, quite content to stay where I was, cradled in his big arms. “Daddy gave me a whiteout orgasm. I felt like I was floating on pearly, glowing clouds. Never been there, wanna go back.”

“Pretty sure this is where I’m supposed to say ‘Don’t go into the light, baby’, or something like that.”

I giggled. “Silly daddy. What a way to go, though. If you kill me like that, not gonna be mad about it…”

I stretched a little and purred. “Mmmmm, I can feel all that yummy cum inside me. All the happy hormones too. Makes me want a baby. Don’t worry, I can’t get pregnant right now.”

“Better not be able to, given how much that damn birth control costs,” daddy seemed to grumble.

I giggled and pulled him down for a kiss.

***

Early evening…

“Sooooo, where’s daddy taking me?” I asked, giving him a coy smile as we got dressed in his room. As far as I was concerned, I’d be sleeping in there from now on, unless one of us needed privacy. The bed was big enough to fit Karli as well, and still have plenty of room.

I was already in my snug jeans and was hooking my bra into place. It hand a front clasp for easy access. My hair hung around my shoulders, my feet in cute sandals. I pulled on a snug shirt that said ‘Daddy’s Girl’ on it.

“Nothing fancy, we’ve already done that,” he said as he prepped himself. “Dinner and a movie sort of thing.”

“Ooh, like a date,” I said, smiling at him slyly in the mirror we were using. “Lookin’ to get laid in the backseat, daddy? I’m down.”

“You’re looking for getting your butt paddled, that’s for sure,” he sighed.

“Well, that too,” I allowed with a smirk. “But I can do crazy things all evening if we’re doing this on the other side of the city. I can use my foot under the table at the restaurant, I can blow you in the theatre, I can give you road head…”

His eyes flicked down at look at me, narrowing slightly.

“Yes, daddy, I’ve done all those things,” I sighed, pretending to roll my eyes. This was going to take work. He was still my daddy after all, and wasn’t used to accepting that I did these things. He was used to being allowed to pretend I didn’t. “But look at it this way… if you’re my main now, y’don’t have to worry about me doing it with boys.”

I turned and hugged myself into his side now. “I’ve got everything I need right here…”

He put his arm around me, now just using one hand to get himself ready. We were going casual, so there was no great mystery. All that remained was specifics- what restaurant to eat at, what movie to see, that sort of thing.

“Do you want to choose the place we eat, or the movie?” he asked.

“What, I can’t choose both?” I pretended to whine, bouncing up and down a little, rubbing my tits against his arm.

“I didn’t hear anything about us going Dutch, so if I’m paying for everything, be glad you get to choose one of the things,” he pointed out, making me smile. “So what’s it going to be, brat?”

I loved it when he called me a brat, I always had. It was playful and warm. Truth of the matter was that I didn’t care about what movie was saw, since I intended to have my head between his legs most of the time anyway. That’s what I was looking forward to. Which no doubt meant we’d be seeing that new Godzilla movie, since daddy was a big fan of monster movies.

“I choose dinner,” I said finally. “What about that goofy roadhouse-style place with the big steaks and the onion blossoms?”

He smirked at me. “And you’re going to get in on the line-dancing with the staff when they begin playing ‘Cotton Eye Joe’ again. Just like last time.”

“It’s like you know me, daddy,” I giggled. “Still weird to me that song’s done by a Swedish group and not an American yokel group.”

“What can I say, Americans lend themselves well to parody,” he pointed out with a shrug. “Besides, you’re pretty good at skating and hockey.”

“Tsh, when I can find them,” I snorted, going back to doing my makeup. I was doing blowjob makeup tonight, light on mascara in case daddy made me cum so hard that I cried. I didn’t want to look like a mess for him. A sexy mess, sure, but not a slutty, crying mess. “Let’s face it, daddy, the climate in these here parts don’t lend themselves to ice. Roller rinks are still easier to find than ice rinks.”

“Funny you should mention roller rinks,” he mused as he touched up his blond hair.

***

Half an hour later…

I was laughing gaily as I cruised around the rink, holding daddy’s hand. I don’t think I’d worn actual roller skates in forever, since before I was a teenager. Sure, I had inlines, and I even went through a phase with heelies, but not these old-school bad boys. The rink was actually pretty full, and there were lots of people my age, and lots of them were with their parents. Aside from how tall and big daddy was, we fit in pretty well.

The song ‘Funkytown’ was playing on the speakers overhead. Apparently it came out a little while before daddy was born, so it was old enough that it wasn’t even really his music. Mind you, daddy was a 70’s rock guy, so no judgment, right?

We laughed as a girl nearby flopped down on her butt. She wasn’t hurt, but we skated on over and I helped pull her to her feet. She thanked me and then was off again. Daddy and I continued around the big rink. Apparently it had been a practice rink for a major hockey team at one point, but then they moved to an even bigger and better place. It was saved from demolition when the current owners bought it out about fifteen years ago. Mom and dad came here a lot on dates, apparently.

They came here often enough that daddy had his own roller skates made a long time ago. He wore a size 22 shoe, so the roller skates had to be made custom. But he and mom had done this often enough that it was worth their while, rather than hoping some rink happened to have a pair that came in his size. He was also very good, gliding around the rink casually, turning and circling with a practiced ease you wouldn’t expect from someone his size.

Then the song ‘Saturday Night’ came on and the whole place cheered. I guess it’s like a roller rink anthem or something, because more people poured onto the floor. Dad laughed, squeezing my hand and confirming my suspicion on the subject.

“Up you go, babygirl,” he said as he picked me up in his enormous arms. I squeaked and laughed as her cradled me in the crook of his arm easily and began gliding around steadily, somehow matching the tempo of the song.

“Gonna keep on dancing

To the rock and roll

On Saturday night, Saturday night

Dancing to the rhythm

In our heart and soul

On Saturday night, Saturday night,”

I was grooving and wiggling away as daddy carried me around the arena, knowing I was getting lots of envious glances from other girls as I glided by. It was the best feeling in the world, let me tell you. It sucked to be anyone other than me right now.

“I-I-I-I just can’t wait

I-I-I-I gotta da-a-a-a-te!”

Daddy put me back down as the chorus began, holding both my hands and spinning me. I whooped in delight as we twirled around, people making room for us and clapping.

“At the good ol rock’n roll

Folk show, I’ve gotta go!

Saturday night! Saturday night!

Gonna rock it up

Roll it up

Do it all, have a ball

Saturday night,

Saturday niiiiiiiight!

S-S-S-Saturday niiiiight!”

Daddy swung me through his legs and I laugh-squealed as I skidded along the smooth floor on my butt, thankful I was wearing jeans and not showing off my tiny thong panties to the world. I got up and continued rolling around with him, hand-in-hand.

“Gonna dance with my baby

Til the night is through

On Saturday night, Saturday night

Tell her all the little things

I’m gonna do

On Saturday night, Saturday night

I-I-I-I love her so

I-I-I’m gonna let her knooooow!”

Daddy picked me up under my arms as he began to spin, while I laughed in joy.

“At the good ol rock’n roll

Folk show, I’ve gotta go!

Saturday night! Saturday night!

Gonna rock it up

Roll it up

Do it all, have a ball

Saturday night,

Saturday niiiiiiiight!

S-S-S-Saturday niiiiight!”

I’ll tell you one thing, I never wanted this Saturday night to end…

***

The roadhouse restaurant…

“Mmmm,” I mumbled as I noshed on piece of brown sugar buttered bread in my fingers while we waited for the onion blossom to arrive. “Who knew roller skating could work up such an appetite?”

“Your mom was often ravenous after we went out skating for the evening” daddy said, buttering a piece for himself. He’d ordered a giant steak, I was having a much smaller one. I may have been hungry, but I didn’t want to get full and lazy. I had plans for us later. “She could pack away a whole order of lasagna and breadsticks by herself if we spent two hours at the rink.”

I snickered. “I only remember mom eatin’ like that a few times, never really put any thought into what made her so hungry.”

I slid my foot out of my sandal and grazed it up and down daddy’s shin under the table. “Bet I know how she worked off all those calories after, though.”

Daddy allowed himself a smile while we ate. Our onion blossom arrived, and it was huge. I knew I was only eating a small part, but I was also confident daddy could handle the rest. His appetite was huge.

As was something else on him that I finally managed to reach with my toe.

Daddy coughed a little and blushed, no doubt thankful for the long plastic table cover that concealed what a naughty daughter I was being from the public. I kept smiling at him innocently, as if nothing was amiss.

“Everything okay, daddy?” I asked sweetly, flexing the tip of my toes against his dick.

“Just fine, honey,” he replied, tearing off a petal of the onion blossom. “I hope you don’t mind onion breath.”

“I’m gonna have some too, daddy, so same,” I agreed, taking my own piece and eating it. I took a sip of my pop and then excused myself for a moment. Daddy no doubt assumed I needed to pee, but honestly, what I really needed to do was check on and perhaps fix some things down below, because I was very wet already.

I headed into the ladies’ room and into a stall, hiking down my jeans and thong before plunking on the seat. I tried not to sigh loudly in relief as I began to pee, and once I was done, began the process of checking myself out down there. Yep, I was a slippery mess, and as tempting as it was to get myself off quickly, it was daddy I wanted to make me cum all night. So I behaved.

After drying myself off as best I could, I headed back outside and almost ran into two guys, slightly older than me, and they seemed to be interested in talking. I tried not to scowl, since I could tell they were the kind of guys who would hang out at this place’s bar and look to hook up with girls.

“Heya,” one of them said with a grin. “Great evening, isn’t it?”

“Well, it was,” I said rather sternly. “Sorry, you’re in my way, I need to get back to my table.”

“I’m sure you’d have more fun with us than you would back at any ol’ table,” the other jerk said, leering at my tits under my tight shirt. “I could be your daddy for the evening, y’know.”

“Really,” I remarked, sounding unimpressed. “You’d better let me ask my real daddy if that’s okay.”

I pointed past them and they followed my finger. Across the room, daddy was watching us intently. I saw him sigh, and then he stood up, towering over everyone else in the place.

“Oh, hey, no, sorry,” the first guy now said in something of a panic, backing away so that daddy could see that he was nowhere near me anymore. “We didn’t realize you were having a family night.”

“Well, when it’s pathetic douchebag night, I’ll be sure to kick over the slimy stone you live under,” I sniffed as I pushed past them and headed toward our table again. I could see daddy was still staring at them, and I heard them hustle away. It gave me a warm feeling to know how protected I was.

“What kind of world do we live in where a girl can’t even go to the bathroom without getting harassed?” he grumbled, his head turning slowly, tracking the movement of the douchebags as they headed out the front door.

“It was okay, I have my li’l spritzer of pepper spray in my purse,” I said, holding it up. “But thank you, daddy, for making them go away. I love it when you can do that for me.”

“Still wish it wasn’t necessary.”

“Maybe, but brave daddies get big rewards, so maybe I can change your mind later,” I cooed, winking at him.

I was going to make tonight so amazing for us both.

***

A movie theatre…

The movie had been out for a few weeks now, so the theatre wasn’t at all crowded. We had the entire back row to ourselves, and the next two rows in front of us were also empty. There we maybe two dozen people spread throughout the rest of the space. Honestly, as long as we weren’t noisy, I doubted anyone would hear us. After all, it was a Godzilla movie, so it was going to be loud no matter what.

I was indeed watching, although nowhere nearly as intently as daddy. Godzilla had been one of his childhood heroes, whatever that meant, so he seemed rather enraptured.

Which left me all the time I liked to stroke my hand up and down his erection as he sat next to me in a long, two-person seat. Our giant tub of popcorn was strategically placed on his left leg, while I was sitting on his right closest to the wall, right in the corner. People came in and went out, but nobody seemed to take any notice of us.

Daddy’s cock throbbed in my hand, and it was making me so wet knowing that I was turning him on, even during one of his precious Godzilla movies. We hadn’t discussed what I had planned, so he’d just have to wait and see. He kept watching Godzilla pound the crap out of a city. The ice shavings in my mouth had finally melted, and I smiled evilly to myself and began phase two of my plan. I’m not sure he noticed as I bent over and leaned into him.

He shivered and tried not to gasp as I took his cock inside my cold mouth.

“Mmmmm,” I mumbled around him, confident that my noises couldn’t be heard over all the roaring and crashing coming from the screen. I swirled my tongue around, thrilling to the feel of him in my mouth. Daddy put his right hand on the back of my head gently, flexing the fingers gently. I’d already pulled my hair back in a ponytail, so I was good to go.

A minute or two of that, and his erection was stiff as a steel bar. The question was, what to do with it now? Did I just keep edging him? Did I let him cum in my mouth?

Did I dare to fuck him?

God, I wanted daddy in me so bad. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d fucked in a movie theatre, not by a long shot. One time, Karli and I both got fucked in a theatre, sitting side-by-side on our dates’ laps and kissing while we bounced up and down until we came. That had been a pretty amazing night. And I wanted this one to be even better.

The problem was that daddy was tall, taller by quite a bit that just about any of the boys I’d ever dated. I couldn’t exactly easily get between his legs and sit, hunching over the keep from being seen. He would have to spread his legs real wide for me to get in there and somehow get below the back of the seats.

“Daddy, do you want to fuck here in the theatre?” I asked in a husky voice from below, my hand pumping his now slippery cock. “I really want you in me, but I know it’s a big risk.”

“Your mom and I did it in the theatre before,” he said quietly, but making sure I could hear him. “She wore a skirt, but she sat on my lap, leaned forward, and rested her arms on the back of the seats in front of us.”

My eyes widened. Holy shit, mom and dad fucked in a movie theatre?!

“So if you want to take that chance, it’s a good thing we’re in the back corner,” he managed to say, and I could see he was sweating, even if he kept his eyes trained on the screen up in front. “We have to pray we don’t get caught…”

It was insane to do it, but my cunt was absolutely on fire, and I needed daddy in me. I was willing to take just about any risk at this point. We were on the other side of the city, so less of a chance anyone would know us. I knew it was crazy to try and rationalize this, but I was desperate.

“Hold steady, daddy,” I hissed as I hastily hiked down my jeans. I really wish I’d thought of the skirt thing, but too late now. I stripped them off and slipped in front of him, getting in his lap. Daddy held his cock steady while I braced myself on the seat in front of us, resting my arms on it. I watched the screen, and something big was about to happen with Godzilla.

Something big was about to happen with me too.

The theatre echoed with a big roar, and I groaned as daddy’s cock slid inside me while I settled down. I was fully spiked on him by the time the roar and all the boomy noises had ended. I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes while I tried to control myself. God, it felt so good…

Daddy tilted his head to make sure he kept watching, but one of his hands went under my shirt and up my back, stroking gently while the other hand fondled my ass cheeks, parked squarely in his lap. Me, I held still, just waiting for my body to calm down. I didn’t want to explode just yet. The feeling of that big cock inside me and the thrill of possibly being caught had all my nerves just singing.

I began to rock, slowly, almost imperceptibly. We couldn’t go at it forcefully, after all, we had to be subtle. If we got caught, it wasn’t just stupid teenagers getting their fuck on, it was a dad and his daughter committing several crimes in a public venue.

It made me want to cum so bad. Daddy had given me a severe incest kink and he didn’t even know it!

I felt his hands squeezing on me, so I knew he was feeling really good. His cock pulsed inside me, making me want that cum more than ever. I pressed my breasts forward, trying to squash my nipples against the hard surface of the back of the chair. It was a pity about my bra, since it was interfering.

I reached under the front of my shirt and unclasped my bra with one hand, opening it wide. I sighed in relief as I could now really feel my nipples pressing through my shirt. And it was a sense of relief, they’d been tingling so badly.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I sighed dreamily, barely aware of the giant lizard on the screen. Daddy wouldn’t mind, he was watching for both of us, and I was fucking him. He didn’t have a lot to complain about. At some point, Karli and I would have to bring him to a movie, one with almost no people in the theatre, and fuck him together. How amazing would that be?