Nude Day with Daddykins V2

Literotic asexstories – Nude Day with Daddykins V2 by Scaramouche123,Scaramouche123 Last year, I posted this story for the Nude Day story contest at the very last minute. The story was rejected due to “under age” characters. But the characters are professional adults, one in her mid twenties and the other her father. Obviously, nobody read the story and it was rejected out of hand leaving no time to resubmit for the contest.

This year I resubmitted with my usual disclaimer that “all characters are of majority”. It was once again rejected. I’ve tweaked three scenes with minor word changes in this third submission, but none of the changed words have anything to do with the age of the characters. Obviously, I don’t think anyone reads these stories. They just arbitrarily reject something out of hand if they wake up and think, “oh, today, I think I’ll be a bitch and reject anyone who doesn’t toe the line”. But I’ve always respected the rules and followed the examples of many of the very best authors on this site. “Of majority” is a phrase used by many authors in many different categories. So, in the interest of getting this story posted THE CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18.

Please don’t hold my rant about the story’s rejections against your opinion of the story. I respect what the site provides in the way of a forum for professional and amateur authors alike. I also know the owners of the site make a ton of money so maybe they could part with a bit of it to pay “readers” to check submissions more thoroughly.

One last thing. Some of the stories I post are strictly for fun. One or two however, (“Long Haul” for example) are written to explore a more serious take on the nature of human sexuality and its impact on our daily lives. This piece is strictly for fun.

Now to the story…

NUDE DAY WITH DADDYKINS

The thermometer registered 97 degrees for the sixth straight day. If rain or wind or something didn’t happen soon, all the lawns on our street would turn to the color of hay.

“Dad!”

“Yes, Marcy.”

“Dad, can we get out of town. I’m going crazy with this heat.”

“I know baby, but it can’t last. There has to be a break soon.”

“Aren’t you miserable?” I asked.

“I am. But there’s no sense bitchin’ about it. It only makes things worse.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I replied. “Bitchin’ helps me a lot.”

My dad chuckled. He knew I was restless.

“Why don’t you go for a swim?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I swam all day yesterday. Even the pool water seemed hot”

“Throw an ice cube in the water. Maybe that will help.”

“Very funny. When’s Mom coming home?”

“When the conference is over.”

“I thought she was going to stay an extra day or two to take advantage of being in Paris.”

“I guess. Who knows with your Mom.”

“Can we drive up to Sauvie Island?”

“Without your mother?”

“Why not? It’s not like we’d be cheating on her.”

“No, that’s true. That might not be a bad idea. I bet things are a lot cooler there then they are here in Napa.”

“Good. It’s settled. Hey!”

“Hey, what?”

“I just remembered. It’s National Nude Day in two days.”

“How appropriate.”

“I know. Cool, huh? Oh, this is going to be so cool.”

“No pun intended.”

“Oh yeah, huh.”

So for those of you who aren’t naturist and don’t understand the freedom of being outdoors without the encumbrance and restriction of wearing clothes, let me give you some insight.

First off, we’re born naked.

Remember the joke? If god had wanted us to go around naked, we would have been born that way. (Oh, wait. We were born that way.)

So there. You’re born naked. End of story.

Now to the incestuous coupling of a handsome man and his beautiful daughter with lots of oral sex, rimming, and a bit of pee play thrown in for a little extra spice.

We parked our RV in a secluded area, and started unpacking. Since we weren’t going to be wearing clothes for a few days, we really only packed food and some good wines from Napa and a couple six-packs of St. Pauli Girl, Dad’s favorite beer. God, when Dad starts in on the beer he pisses like a race horse. But more about that later.

“I wish Mom was here with us.”

“Me too.”

“Could you handle both of us again?”

“What do you think?”

As I watched, Dad stripped off his shirt, shoes and shorts, standing in front of me in all his naked glory. God help me, a flood was starting in my panties.

“No fair Daddykins. You made my only pair of panties wet,” I pouted. “You should have waited ’til I was naked first.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, already. I haven’t had sex since Mary-Jo went to Brazil with her family.”

“Oh, you poor dear. Looks like I’m not gonna get much sleep am I?”

“I don’t know. It’s my fertile time. You can eat my pussy and fuck my face, but I think we should probably cool it on the penetration thing. Oh, I guess you could take my ass once or twice.”

“Whatever you say, baby-girl.”

Now to some of you reading this, my sexual banter with Daddykins, may seem a bit preposterous. But think of the relationship you have with your significant other (or others, if you’re so inclined).

My guess is the two of you have your little word play and affectionate names for each other, names you only use when you’re in a playful mood. The only difference here is that I’m in a playful mood, sexually of course, with my flesh and blood father. Cool, ain’t it?

Our family has always been very open sexually. My Mother demanded we not repress any of our desires. And I’m glad she did.

Myself of course, I prefer females to males. Though to be quite truthful, the only cock I’ve ever known is Daddykins. I think too, that I accommodate him, act as a sump for his goo, so to speak, so he gets plenty of relief when he needs it. I don’t mind actually. The first time I ever let him cum in my mouth, I was surprised at the warmth I felt, not only because of the semen finding its way to my belly, but I was equally surprised at the sudden flow of emotional warmth I felt.

When I thought about swallowing his stuff, I actually thought it was cool in other ways too, not the least of which was that it was his cum that helped make me, and when I swallowed it, I got to use it again to replenish proteins, and other materials that help me rebuild my own system. So, in a sense, his stuff helped make me and it also helps keep me going. Oh we humans. We can rationalize any behavior, can’t we? Well can’t we?

Okay. I know. Time to get back to the story.

As I pulled off my shirt, I hefted my breast up and squeezed it slightly.

“Daddy. Do you think my boobs are as nice as Mary-Jo’s?”

“Oh sweetie. Your boobs are perfect.”

“But Daddy. They’re not as big as Mary-Jo’s.”

“What’s your point?”

“No point. Well,” I paused for effect. “I guess I wanted to point out my boob so you’d be aware I was naked, and of course, once you’re aware I’m naked, you’d realize I’m also available, not to mention in need of your chin spreading my nether lips wide so your tongue…well, you get the picture.”

“In need of a little relief, are we?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m young and I need relief all the time.”

“Well then,” Daddy said, turning and lifting me up on the small RV table, “I guess a little snack can’t make me lose my appetite for lunch.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” I said, as Daddy buried his face in my crotch.

God, how I love having my pussy eaten. No finger, no dildo, not even my Daddy’s dick, can ever take the place of a well trained tongue, and Mom, Mary-Jo, and I had trained Daddy to do it almost as good as we could do each other.

“Jesus, Daddy, who taught you to eat pussy like that”?

Dad lifted his face up to look in my eyes, wiping his chin of my juices, then licking his fingers clean. “Why, I sent away for an instructional manual, must’a been years ago.”

“Ha-ha. I bet you been practicing on Mom’s cooch.”

“Well, maybe just a bit,” Daddy said, as he once again buried his face between my legs.

“Will you be a good boy and lick my butt?”

“You want me to put my tongue on your pucker?”

“Not on, in.”

“Well, okay then. But remember this when I want you to ream my ass later.”

“Gladly, now please, get back to it. I’m gonna cum soon, and I mean to flood your mouth with a gallon a girl juice.”

“Cool,” Daddy said, as he scooted my ass up and spread my butt cheeks.

Damn. Nerve endings are gonna be the death of me. When Daddy’s warm, wet tongue wiggled its way into my rectum; I thought I’d expire from pure delight.

“Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn and fuck, that’s good.”

Daddy chuckled, but thank goodness, he just kept spearing my butt with that tongue of his.

After a couple minutes, I knew my orgasm wasn’t far off.

“I think it’s time, Daddy.”

Daddy knew exactly what time I was referring to and moved back to eat my cunt.

He pressed his face hard into me, his nose rubbing my clit while his chin pressed against my taint. (Ya’ll know what taint is, don’t ya?)

Then he administered the coup d’ grace, plunging three fingers into my hole, working them up to the lining of my canal, and stroking fast and hard. That’s all it took. The dam burst.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hot damn and fuck some more,” I screamed as I gushed girl cum straight into Daddy’s open mouth. And when I say gushed, I mean a veritable flood of juices shot out, straight and hard.

NAP TIME!

I must have slept straight for two hours. My mega-orgasm released pent up frustration born of the record heat we’d been experiencing back home. The unforgiving heat, and the fact Mary-Jo, my live-in lover, was in Brazil, had created the perfect storm in my pants and something had to give. Fortunately, Daddy was there to help out.

The AC was on in the RV and I awoke feeling somewhat refreshed, if not just a tad disoriented. But I knew a dip in the water and a long; cold shower would wash away any vestige of the previous effects from the summer’s heat.

Dad left a note saying he was going to the beach, so I thought I’d splash some water on my face and follow. But as soon as I got there, I realized I was restless again.

I found Dad looking out across the water to Mt. Hood. He zones sometimes and it’s at those times that I love to just stand a bit outside his periphery and watch him.

After a few minutes he sighed, turned to get his beer and saw me. He smiled big.

I pulled up the camp chair he’d brought right next to his, and lay my head on his shoulder.

“God that’s beautiful,” I said.

Dad just nodded.

“I’m restless.”

“Already?”

“Yeah. I’m glad we’re away from the heat, but I’m really not in the mood for people right now.”

“Sweetie, if you look around you’ll see we’re the only ones here.”

“I know. But later, or tomorrow, there will be people here and I won’t be able to suck you off, in the wide open spaces if people are around.”

“We’ve got the RV.”

“It’s not the same. We can have sex at home, in the RV, in a hotel, or any number of shelters of one kind or another. I want your dick in my mouth while the eagles soar and the clouds look down with a smile.”

“Oh my god. You are such a romantic.”

“Guilty. But I don’t care. Let’s go back to Portland, and take the 26 across to the 101 and drive all the way back to the Golden Gate Bridge.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Cool. Oh! One more thing. We stay nude all the way and every time we come to a deserted stretch of coastline, we get out of the RV and turn Nude Day into Nude Week.”

“Sounds like a plan. But since there’s no one around right now, why don’t you let me put the head of my cock in your throat for a few minutes. You know, just to prime the pump a bit.”

“Pump gonna spit?”

“Probably.”

“Okay, cool. But stand in front of me. I want to imagine there’s a dirty old man high up on that mountain in the distance and he has a humongous telescope that he’s trained on ‘ol Collins Beach here, hoping for a show.”

“Then let’s go ahead and give him one.”

SWALLOWING CUM!

All you guys out there who’ve never had a mouth full of semen, you ought to try it sometime. If you’re not into sex with another man, then for goodness sake, give yourself a blowjob or shoot into a shot glass and then drink the damn stuff. You should know what you’re asking your significant other to ingest. If your stuff don’t taste good, change your diet. It makes all the difference in the world.

Now I’m one of those gals who likes a man to blow his load in my mouth, even if the only man I’ve ever sucked off is my own father.

The cock-sucking is wonderful. You get your face stuffed with hard, warm, meat and your jaw aches and you have trouble breathing, but still in all, it’s a wonderful thing to do for a man. But the real highlight, the reward, as it were, is a belly full of cum.

To feel it shoot out the head as you lathe the underside of the dick with your tongue, is, well, it’s indescribable. But I know you readers live for the details, so here you go.

I pulled Daddy close to stand between my spread legs. Hefting his cock and balls, I looked up at his face and winked.

“You gonna get to the task at hand sometime this year?”

“Now who’s antsy?”

“You know, I thought I’d just prime the pump a little, but I think swallowing your girl juice earlier got me so hot and bothered, it probably won’t take long for me to follow suit.

“Cool. Go for it. My face is your face, so to speak.”

“Open wide,” Daddy commanded, so I did.

Now I can spend the next three minutes of your time telling you all the little tricks I used to get Daddy off, but the thing he likes a lot, is when I ream his ass with a couple fingers, reaching all the way up to tickle his prostate. That’s really what gets him to shoot. So I jammed his cock as far past my uvula as I could, speared his ass, and waited for him to shoot.

And shoot he did…

“Here it comes, Baby Doll.”

“Umm,” I moaned.

And then blast-off.

My mouth was instantly full of cum. I had to start swallowing fast or some was going to ooze out the side of my mouth and I didn’t want my first load in quite some time to be wasted. I was a hungry wench for sure.

“Honey, your face is all red.”

“Um-hum,” I acknowledged.

“There’re tears in your eyes.”

“Um-hum,” I sniffed.

“I see your throat muscles working. Are you swallowing too fast? Girl, you’re gonna get a tummy ache.”

More cum shot out and my mouth was full again. Fuck! Does it ever stop?

“Jesus, girl. You’re gonna give a man a heart attack, if you keep sucking.”

I nodded and started to use my tongue again to swipe the head of Daddy’s cock clean, but still cum dribbled out. I kept swallowing.

“Okay. Okay. Enough already,” Daddy pleaded, easing his slowly deflating cock from my mouth.

I reached out and gently squeezed his balls, and then circled my hand around the base of his cock, squeezing every last drop I could get. When a big, white, dollop of cum, started to ooze out his piss-slit, I leaned forward and let it fall on to my outstretched tongue.

I let go of Daddy’s cock, leaned back and kept my tongue extended showing Daddy the last gob of cum before I retracted my tongue and made an exaggerated show of swallowing.

I watched Daddy close his eyes as I leaned back in the chair. A state of calm seemed to wash over him like olive oil dripping down a window pane. I was awestruck at the power a simple blowjob had to bring a man to complete submission.

I tried to speak but had to clear my throat and swallow a couple more times before I could produce any coherent sound from my cum-coated throat.

“You’re a greedy little cum-slut.”

“Uhmmm,” I responded, still working to clear my mouth and throat of all the residual cum.

“You should see your face. It looks like a warzone. There’s mucous running out your nose, cum on your chin, and tear tracks down the sides of your cheeks. And you know what?”

“Um?”

“You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls you face-fuck.” Finally, I could speak.

“Of course. Only, that’s just you and your mother.”

“Don’t forget Mary-Jo.”

“Oh yeah. And Mary-Jo. Say,” Daddy said, pausing to get my attention. “how’d a couple devotees of Sappho’s, ever let an old man ravage their bodies anyway?”

“Don’t know,” I shrugged. “It started out when we wanted to see what the difference between a dildo and real cock felt like. It got fun, when Mary-Jo got a face full of cum, when she kissed the head of your dick.”

“Oh yeah. That was pretty funny.”

“She didn’t think so, but to placate her, I licked some off her lips and quite liked the taste. From there, it was a pretty easy few steps getting used to sucking you off to get a load from time to time.”

“Still and all, lesbians who swallow man juice?”

“And fuck you, and let you have our ass, and all the other kinky Dionysian entwinings we can think of to honor our favorite god.”

“Fair enough. But why not with other men?”

“I’d fuck Mary-Jo’s father, if it wouldn’t cause him to disown his daughter. It’s hard enough for him to accept her girl-on-girl preference.”

“He’s Catholic?”

“Through and through. But I’ve seen him look at me from time to time, so there’s still hope.”

“But not other men.”

“No need. I’ve got you when I need a real dick, and I’ve got my sex and love companion with Mary-Jo.”

“And don’t forget your mother.”

“Oh, don’t worry. None of us can forget Mom. Anyway, I’m starting to feel drowsy from the sex and the sun. Maybe we should eat something and hit the road. We can spend the night just outside Portland and head to the coast just before first light.”

“Good idea. But first, I’ve got to pee. The beer and the orgasm jumpstarted my bladder into overdrive.”

“Wait. Wait. Let’s do it here so the guy up on the mountain can watch.”

” What guy…Oh yeah! The guy with the super-sized telescope.”

“Yeah. That guy,” I said as I lifted my heels up to the edge of the chair and let fly with a really forceful stream of pee.”

“Hey no fair,” Daddy said as he hefted his cock and let fly with his own stream.

I looked over at his pee and tried to force my stream to shoot as far as his. It worked. I shot a good foot past his stream.

“Oh, a contest huh?”

Daddy pinched off the head of his dick and let the pressure build. When he released, the stream easily passed mine by a good foot and a half.

“Show off.”

Dad chuckled. When we were finished, we took a quick dip, rinsed off in the shower, ate some lunch and hit the road.

FIRST LIGHT

I woke to music, with the most wonderful feeling of contentment I’d felt in a long time. Dad and I’d sixty-nined ourselves to sleep. I still had a bit of his cum crusted on my chin. Once again, his load was the perfect end to a long, long three days, considering we’d driven all the way from Napa to be at the beach in time for Nude Day.

But now we were headed to the coast and anxious to turn Nude Day into our own version of Nude Week.

I rolled over, turned off the musical alarm, and watched Daddy sleep. I stroked his face gently, feeling the growth of beard scrape my hand like sandpaper. As I was sure he’d have his face between my legs before the day was too far along, I’d insist he’d shave as soon as we had our coffee.

Dad groaned.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

“That sounds good.”

“What sounds good.”

“Head. I’m still sleepy, so we can think of it as sleepyhead.”

“Ha-ha. If you put that dick anywhere in me before first light, we’ll get too late a start to make the coast in time to find a suitable first day’s campsite.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot. We’re headed to the coast, aren’t we?”

“Yup. I’ll get up and make us some coffee while you shower and shave.”

“Shave?”

“Yeah, shave. If you think I’m gonna let you rub sandpaper on my cooch later, you better think again.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Go shave. I’ll make coffee and some breakfast.”

Since we’d spent the night just outside Portland, the drive to the coast only took us a couple hours. I drove, while Dad worked on his lectures. The easy drive soon had my mind drifting off. I thought about our little world, and by our, I mean the three other people who all share the same household with me.

It’s funny how some families all gravitate to the same life’s work.

Mom taught Cultural Anthropology. Dad taught Economics. I taught music to high school students and my lover, Mary-Jo, taught Literature at the local Junior College. Now you’d think, a family of academics would be a bit reserved, however we were anything but.

Dad viewed the world from a cost/benefit perspective. He both taught students his economic world view and invested our portfolio in trends he and mom would uncover while doing research for their class lectures.

Mary-Jo, could name every great mind of the past five-hundred years that was known for their bawdy lifestyle. She dressed with accents to her wardrobe from various periods where people followed an openly libertine way of life. Her favorite was the Bohemians and she would often wear a scarf or a beret, or other accessory associated with that era. I thought it ironic, that my lover, my petite literateur, would be away when we were traveling in the one state in the union known for its bohemian ambiance.

I’m a classical music junky. Though I realize my average class participant doesn’t enjoy it, I live for the student whose world view changes because they all of a sudden get it when I discuss Carmen, or Scheherazade, or Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. And by “get it” I mean they recognize the inherent story of the piece and the influence the composers had on their times, sort of like my students feel about hip-hop, or industrial music, though I’m at a loss when it comes time to explain modern pop music.

The sun was starting to rise behind us as we traveled west to the coastal highway.

“Can I play some music?”

Dad looked up from his laptop. “Sure. Whatcha gonna play?”

“Carmen.”

“Oh good. I like Carmen.”

“I was thinking about Mary-Jo. She’s so like I imagined Carmen to have been, at least physically.”

“She’s a real beauty.”

“Inside and out.”

“So are you.”

“Oh come on now, Daddykins. You’re just saying that so you can have sex later.”

“Got that right.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. There’s something about being away from the familiar, which stokes the fire of my libido. I can’t rightly say why, but I’m really enjoying you physically.”

I smiled as I chose Carmen from my really smart smart-phone. I figured the trip would take about ninety minutes or so, just the right amount of time to listen to an opera.

“Too bad it’s my fertile time, or we could fuck our way down the coast.”

“Yeah. But fortunately for us, nature provided me with two other holes to dump my load in.”

“Ha-ha. Is that all I am for you, a sump for your little swimmers?”

“Well what else do you want to be?”

“How about your tiny dancer?”

“Okay. You can be my tiny dancer.”

“Good. I like being your tiny dancer.”

“You could also be my sounding board.”

“Really? I always wanted to be a sounding board.”

“You did? If I’d of known that sooner, I’d have started bouncing ideas off you a number of years ago.”

“Ideas. Your ball sac. You can bounce anything you want off me.”

“Ball sac?”

“Later.” “Ideas?”

“Much, much later.”

“That’s my favorite daughter.”

“I’m your only daughter.”

“Be that as it may, you’re still my favorite. And my favorite, uh…what were those other three things.”

“Sperm sump, tiny dancer, and sounding board.”

“That’s right. I remember now.”.

“Cool. I’m my Daddy’s sperm sump, tiny dancer, and sounding board. What more could a girl want out of life?”

“How about a clean shaven face down there?”

“Down where?”

“Down there,” Daddy said, pointing to my crotch.

“Oh sir. You do know the way to a girl’s heart.”

“Let’s listen to music.”

“Let’s.”

Now you might think recounting this banter is a literary non-sequitur, and to some extent you’d be right. But that’s the way our family does things. It’s a mental exercise we use to let off steam or to keep from being bored. Though we find both silence and nonsense equally enjoyable, we’re at our best when involved in a verbal fencing match. Also, it’s our form of intellectual foreplay. So there.

The sun was up and the water was beautiful. We stopped at a little area on the side of the highway and watched the morning unfold.

I opened our thermos and poured more coffee for both of us and smiled when I thought, because our windows were tinted slightly, the few cars passing by on the highway had no idea the man and woman inside the RV drinking coffee, were nude, and much less an idea they were father and daughter. I felt naughty, but I also felt special.

“Let’s go down to the water,” Dad suggested.

“People will see us.”

“Not that many.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

We left the RV and headed to the water’s edge. When we got there, I stuck a foot into the surf. God, it was cold.

“Do people swim in this freezing water?”

“Not naked.”

“Let’s dive in naked.”

“And see which of us dies of hypothermia first?”

“We’ll just get in, get wet, and get out.”

“Okay. You first.”

“Daddy. You’re supposed to be the brave one.”

“I am brave. But I’m also foresighted. I’ll need to rescue you, so you go first.”

“If you go first, I’ll lick your butt when we get back to the RV.”

Daddy was in the water in a flash.

I followed, but I should have waited.

Had I waited, I would have heard him surface screaming at how cold the water was. Instead, I’d already dove in and instantly felt numb to the bone. My brain couldn’t process how cold the water was, but my nipples new instantly and tried to leave the tips of my breasts as fast as they could.

“JEEESUUSSSSSSS.that’s cold,” I screamed, as I surfaced and turned, heading back to shore as fast as I could swim. Dad was right beside me, stroke for stroke.

We ran to the RV, got inside, retrieved some towels from the bath area, and started drying each other as fast as we could, hoping the scraping of the cotton on our skin would soon bring feeling back.

While Dad was scrubbing my back with a vigor I knew would help to warm me up, I reached into our small shower and turned on the hot water.

As soon as steam started coming out from the shower stall, I adjusted the water, opened the door, and pushed Daddy inside. I followed.

“That was a mistake.”

“Of monumental proportions,” I added.

“I bet the temperature was in the forties.”

“Probably. Hey! I thought severely cold water was supposed to make your cock disappear?”

“You’re naked.”

“Oh. Right.”

“And scrubbing you to make you warm, made me warm.”

“Really?”

“Really, really, warm.”

“Cool. Let’s go back for another dip.”

“Are you nuts? I’d walk to Mars before I got back in that water.”

“Oh, look! You’re growing bigger,” I said, as I looked over my shoulder and saw Dad’s cock filling up with blood.

“See what a little excitement does to get the blood flowing.”

“And the juices flowing,” I said, as I reached between my legs and felt my pussy.

“Need help down there?”

“I do declare, sir. That is the kindest offer I’ve had all day.”

“God it’s tight in here. Let’s get clean and then we can stretch out on the bed and I can do a right proper job of lapping up those juices. Can’t be driving sitting in a wet and sticky seat.”

“You should plan all our vacation activities. I like your suggestion much better than playing ping pong.”

“I have ulterior motives.”

“Such as?”

“If I’m nice to you and make you all rubbery inside, you’ll rest for a minute, drift off, and when you come back to reality, you’ll remember you’re going to lick my butt.”

“And suck you cock.”

“That’s right. Now get dried off and spread out on the bed.”

No further encouragement was needed.

RIMMING

So answer me this…

Is sticking your tongue in someone’s anus, an act of love, of humiliation, or is it just plain foreplay?

If the person’s anus and rectum is recently clean, there’s little chance of contracting any of a number of particularly distressing diseases, but still, the thought puts some people off. Other’s get giddy when they think about it. I’m in the latter camp.

Being mostly a lesbian, and almost a monogamous one at that, I’ve done a lot of kinky things with my partner, especially when we were first getting to know each other sexually.

Some of our sexual activities are pretty main stream, at least in Western and some more advanced Eastern societies. But a few I still think of as kinky.

One time, when Mary-Jo and I were horsing around out by our pool, we started a wrestling/tickling attack on each other and giggled ourselves to near exhaustion. Even though Mary-Jo’s got about 10 or 12 pounds on me, I’m quick and had the upper hand in a flash.

I kept tickling her until she cried mercy, and said if I kept it up, she’d pee.

I told her I wanted to see, and just as I put my face near her pussy, she let fly and her stream hit me smack dab between the eyes.

I didn’t move.

I was instantly turned on by the taboo aspects of letting someone pee on my face and just stayed where I was while she kept up her stream.

As it started to diminish, I opened my mouth and drank a gulp or two, and was surprised that I swallowed it just like I swallowed her girl cum when she ejaculated, without giving it a second thought.

When I opened my eyes, I saw she was looking a bit sheepish, like she was unsure how I’d react. I think she was thinking I might be mad, so I moved quickly and kissed her on the mouth, letting her taste the residue of her own urine.

I then straddled her face and told her to lick my ass. She didn’t hesitate.

I was surprised at how I’d assumed the dominant role so easily, but was more amazed at how great it felt to have her tongue inside my ass. I was hooked.

When I, or more correctly, when Mary-Jo and I, started having sex with my parents, rimming was one of the first things I wanted my father to do to me. I, of course, reciprocated without hesitation. But we kept rimming as a special occasion activity. Today was a special occasion.

I had drifted off for who knows how long after Daddy did a right proper job of eating my pussy. When I awoke, I saw Daddy at the foot of the bed. He was on his laptop and stoking his cock. I knew he was looking at porn.

“Whatcha lookin at?”

Daddy looked up and smiled. He wiped some precum from his cockhead, reached over and stuck his cum-coated finger in my mouth.

“Umm. Breakfast.”

“I’m watching a beautiful Japanese porn star lick a guy’s butt. God, she’s beautiful.”

“Let me see,” I demanded, scooting up to sit beside Daddy.

“Oh fuck. She really is beautiful,” I agreed.

“You know what I like?”

“What, Daddykins,” I responded, putting my arm around Daddy.

“I like the way she appears, and notice I said appears, ’cause we both know she’s an actress, I like the way she appears to be enjoying giving as much as the guy is enjoying receiving.”

“I like giving.”

“I know you do sweetheart.”

“Can I give you a good butt rim-job and suck you off?”

“Oh, honey, I’d love it. Can we watch the end of this clip before you start? I really want to see how she finishes him off.”

“I’ll bet he cums on her face.”

“I’ll bet he cums in her mouth.”

“You can cum in my mouth.”

“After you rim my butt.”

“Yup. It seems a small token payment of my gratitude for the wonderful gamahuche you just provided your darling daughter.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“Thank goodness. Oh, look. She’s sucking his cock.”

“Bet it won’t take long now,” Daddy challenged.

“It’s a bet I’d lose.”

“What do you want to bet?”

“Something kinky.”

“For goodness sake, Daddy. It can’t get much kinkier than watching Japanese porn with your own flesh and blood daughter, knowing she’s going to rim your butt and eat your cum.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Okay. We’ll up the kink, but I get to choose.”

“No prob…look he’s gonna shoot.”

And shoot he did, straight into the porn star’s open mouth. She clamped her lips around the head of his cock and you could tell she was swallowing by the contraction of her throat muscles.

“You were right,” I conceded to Daddy.

“I cheated.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve watched this clip before. It’s one of my favorites.”

I swatted Daddy on the shoulder, but giggled slightly at the thought I was glad I lost. Now we could up the kink, and I’m the one who gets to choose.

“Hands and knees, mister,” I commanded, as I rolled off the bed and kneeled on the floor.

Daddy instantly assumed the position.

“Open up.”

Daddy reached behind with both hands, spreading his butt cheeks so I could have better access.

I leaned in and blew hot air on his anus.

“Fuck,” Daddy exclaimed.

I stuck my tongue out and circled his anal ring, tickling the little hairs to see what kind of a reaction I could get.

Daddy moaned.

Then I went to work in earnest.

I licked, sucked, impaled, and munched my way around, and in, Daddy’s butt hole for at least five minutes, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Enough, I’m going to cum soon.”

I sat back on my knees and watched as Daddy flipped over and put his cock right in front of my face. I needed no encouragement and opened wide, leaned forward, and jammed his hard-on straight down my throat. It took no time at all.

Daddy came.

I swallowed.

When he’d shot everything he had in his balls, Daddy fell back on the bed and was out like a light.

I grabbed the laptop and surfed lez porn until it was time to fix some lunch.

It took about thirty minutes for me to clear all the cum from my mouth and throat. I loved it.

ON THE ROAD

After lunch we hit the highway once again.

For the next two days, we slow-drove the coast, stopping from time to time, at scenic spots or to spend some time relieving each other of our sexual tension, which seemed ever present.

I figured by the time we hit San Francisco, I’d swallow a half gallon of Daddy’s cum and he’d swallow a boat load of my girl-goo.

Two days, five more blow-jobs, eight pussy eatings, one more rim-job each, and an ass-fuck for good measure, we pulled up about three miles from the turn where you can catch the first glimpse of the most magnificent engineering feat, and certainly, one of the marvels of the modern world. I refer of course, to the Golden Gate Bridge.

It would soon be time to put our clothes back on and head home.

“You know what, Daddy?”

“What?”

“We really have turned Nude Day into our own Nude Week.”

“It’s been extraordinary.”

“You bet. You know what else?”

“I’m glad we’ve had a chance to spend this time together.”

“Me too,” Daddy paused, as if to add something, then simply said, “me too.”

“I can’t wait to see Mary-Jo. I’ve so much to tell her.”

“What could you possibly have to tell her? All we’ve done is have lots of sex.”

“I know. That’s the point. It will stoke the fires in our lonely loins, while we spend the next few days in bed.”

“God, youth. You’re lucky you have such reserves of energy.”

“Well aren’t you gonna do mom, and tell her all the kinky things we’ve been doing together?”

“Of course.”

“Maybe she’ll have some tales to tell as well. Paris is such a romantic city, maybe she had a hookup or two.”

“It’s possible.”

“If so, I hope she took some pictures.”

“Man o man, you really have a kinky side.”

“And top and bottom. Hey, I owe you one more kink.”

“Why?”

“You won the bet on the Japanese porn star catching that guy’s load in her mouth and not on her face.”

“I cheated, remember. I’d watched it before.”

“That’s okay. There’s one more thing I want from you anyway. It’s something I’ve thought about and talked about with Mary-Jo.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you after lunch. I think we should stay here for the rest of the day, enjoy our waning, moveable feast and catch the bridge at first light tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a wonderful plan. But what’s the kink”

“I’ll give you a hint. We’ve got to drink lots of beer.”

It took a minute for the light to go on in Daddy’s brain, but as soon as it did, I could tell he was both turned on and, a bit concerned.

“Well you and Mom have done it before.”

“Not for a few years now.”

“I’ve done it several times with Mary-Jo.”

“Really. Now that’s something I’d pay good money to watch.”

“Oh goodness. I’d love that.”

“Me too.”

I thought for a moment while fantasy images manifested themselves in my imagination.

“You know what I think would be really kinky.”

“No. But I bet you’re going to tell me.”

“Sure am. I think it’d be cool, if I blindfolded Mary-Jo, held her head back, made her open her mouth while you peed in it.”

“Jesus girl. Where’d you get such a kinky imagination?”

“You and Mom.”

“Oh yeah, right.”

“So break out some brewskis, while I make lunch. I don’t want to swallow your pee on an empty stomach.”

“Okay. But only if I get to reciprocate.”

“You got a deal, Daddykins. Now break out those beers”

So that’s how we ended our Nude Day, Nude Week vacation. It really did make for some good story telling once Mom and Mary-Jo got back to town. Oh yeah, they also had some cool stories of their own. But that’s for another time.

One last thought. For all you readers who care about such things, exchanging fluids, tonguing orifices, swallowing with your eyes open while you watch the face of whoever is spraying whatever into your mouth, can be some of the most beautiful and exciting physical/sensual expressions of love between one person and another. And trust me; it’s much better with your clothes off.

HAPPY NUDE DAY!