1 comments/ 16408 views/ 0 favorites Loving Amy By: BooMerengue She walked in the door slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Jeans snug and low on her hips, silver jewelry sparkling on her wrists and ears, and a faded denim shirt with tails half in and half out. From the look of her straggly sun streaked long hair to her dusty high heeled cowboy boots you could tell she'd been on the road a while. She looked slowly around and gave a shrug, sliding her leather pack off her shoulder and headed for the shower. Stripping naked, oblivious to the people around her, she turned the hot water on till steam filled the stall and grabbing a bottle of body soap from her pack, she soaped herself from head to toe, lingering on her breasts, massaging them till the nipples stood up dark pink and hard. Her hands moving slower she washed her stomach and then her thighs and her pussy; slowly and eyes closed, enjoying the heat. Finishing her legs and feet and backside as well as she could reach, she put her head back under the shower and just allowed the water to stream over her, turning her body a glowing pink. After a few minutes she turned and shut off the water and shaking her head up and down a few times to shed the water she grabbed a big egyptian cotton towel out of her bag and headed for the bar. Wrapping herself up she sat on a stool and asked for a large grapefruit juice with extra ice. Taking a large swallow she began to relax. She had the look of someone who had made a decision and was determined to follow through with it no matter what. Turning on her stool she looked at the people in the tub. Seemed like a nice crowd; everyone talking and laughing, and it seemed all the attention was on a young girl named Amy, a beauty with long blonde hair and a fabulous figure. She walked towards the tub and dropping the towel she slid down near a jet, but out of the general crowd. Soon she caught Amy's eye and motioned for her to come sit. Amy walked over and said "Hi! New here? I'm Amy!" "I'm Beth, " said the woman, "nice to meet you!" Beth laid her head back on the side of the Tub and breathed deep; keeping silent but enjoying Amy's company. After a while Amy's curiosity got the better of her. "Where you from, or where you goin?" she asked. Beth thought for a while. Finally she said, "Nowhere in particular. Just travelin and looking around. I'll know where I'm goin when I get there. " Amy laughed. "Sounds nice!" "It is!" said Beth. They turned to face each other at the same moment, and Beth leaned over, giving Amy a soft gentle kiss on the mouth. Sitting back she watched for Amy's reaction, and Amy put her arm around her and kissed her back. Beth pulled Amy close and as she kissed her eyes and cheeks and then her neck, her hands began to explore Amy's wonderful body. Her strong back, her firm buttocks, and down to her legs; and then up between them, so soft and so slow. Amy sighed and relaxed and Beth began to stroke her slit, feeling Amy softening and opening to her hands. Then Beth began kissing Amy's breasts; biting and sucking on each nipple and then licking and blowing on them. She could feel Amy's ab muscles contract and knew she was ready. Beth motioned for Amy to sit up on the side of the tub, and gently spread Amy's legs, smiling at the beauty of her pussy. She began to tease... licking and pulling on Amy's lips, and spreading her open, she inserted a finger and curling and pulling with it began to stroke her spot, her thumb circling but not touching her clit. Amy's hips lifted off the floor as she laid back and stretched out her arms, allowing a low groan to escape her. Beth smiled a secret smile and began nibbling on Amy's clit, sucking and pulling it gently, over and over. Licking Amy from anus to clit, she gently slid her other finger into Amy's sweet rosebud while the first finger pushed deeper and faster. Building up to a rhythm she finger fucked Amy till she heard her cry out and tugged harder and faster on her clit. Sucking the juices out of Amy, Beth felt her thighs tighten and buried her face in her new friends pussy till she could hardly breathe, and held it, sucking hard as Amy began to cum, moaning and shaking. Working both her hands in and out and sucking and biting she brought Amy to orgasm, reveling in the outpouring of Amy's cum and licking and sucking, tasting every bit of her. She felt Amy bucking under her mouth and hands and sat back and smiled. She rose out of the water and leaning over Amy, her nipples touching Amy's, she kissed her deeply and pulled her back into the tub, holding her closer till both of them began to breath normally. Whispering, "Are you ok?" she held Amy close. Amy smiled and said "Yes!" in a little girls voice. "Good" said Beth, "Cuz I have to go. It's gonna be dark soon and I want to get down the road. " Beth stood and walked over to her pile of clothes, pulling on her jeans and shirt, watching Amy languishing in the tub. Her boots next, and then shoving her soap and towel back into the pack, she shouldered it and walked to the jukebox, dropping a few quarters in. Soon the sound of Ozzy filled the room, No More Tears, and smiling and blowin Amy a kiss, she walked back out the door and headed for the highway. Loving Amy Amy lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. A women's voice filtered through the thin wall of her bedroom and she could tell her father's latest girlfriend was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her father had only been dating again for a year but had brought home more women then Amy could count. She never meet any of them: her father always brought them in quietly, long after he thought Amy was sleeping. Noiselessly, the two lovers would creep to the man's room where Amy's father would pleasure the women in ways Amy couldn't even guess. But Amy didn't have to guess. Each time she would be awoken by the sounds of sex pouring in through the wall she shared with her father's bedroom. It was getting worse too: each girl her father brought home, it seemed, was louder then the one before. Amy lay awake for hours listening to the moans and screams. She hated it. More so, though, she hated the women. She didn't know or care to know any of them. She knew, she felt, all she needed to know, that each of them had taken away her father. It was a hatred based solely upon jealousy because more then anything she wanted to be the woman on the other side of the wall moaning and screaming to all hours of the night. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning before the two lovers finally stopped making noise. Amy was still awake and when she was sure they were done she found her hand sliding below the comforter on her bed and coming to rest on the damp spot between her legs. She found her clit with ease and, slowly at first and then picking up speed, she vigorously worked her fingers and hand over her sensitive area until the orgasm building inside of her was let out. All the while she dreamed it was her father pleasuring her: his hands, his tongue, his cock. Amy lusted after this man more then any other and tonight, like many nights, he gave her the release she needed through her fantasies. When the orgasm had subsided Amy rolled over and drifted into a blissful sleep. ********** The weekend sun had been rising steadily in the sky for a few hours before Amy had woke up and got out of bed. It was just past eleven o'clock before she stepped out of her room and headed to the breakfast table. "Morning, sleepy head," Dave called to his daughter from the kitchen. He was sitting at the table and reading the Sunday paper while he sipped on his coffee. "How'd you sleep?" Amy thought about her reply. She wanted to say how the sounds of his fucking had kept her awake and that she desperately wished it was her moaning instead of some cheap slut. "Fine," she finally murmured. "Listen, I have to meet a client today for a little while. I'll be home around five o'clock. Maybe we can go out to dinner?" Amy had guessed he was going to work today. She noticed his suit as soon as she walked into the kitchen. He wore the suit like a glove. To Amy, he almost looked regal. At that moment, Amy knew she was looking at the most beautiful man in the world. "Sounds good, Daddy," she said and began making some toast. "Well, I need to run. You have fun today, kitten, and I'll see you at five. Remember to dress nice." Dave stood up and headed out of the kitchen. He stopped at his daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Amy smiled a frustrated but contented smile. "Great," Amy thought to herself when she was alone, "and after dinner you can send me off to bed and go find a new slut to fuck. And when that bitch is done panting maybe I'll get some sleep." Amy's toast was burning. The idea of her father sleeping with yet another woman, even after spending an evening with her, was more distracting and infuriating then she ever imagined. She was tired of it but knew that there was nothing she could do. Dave was her father and Amy knew all too well that she would never be more then a daughter to him. About this, she was dead wrong. ********** By nine o'clock in the morning, Dave had showered and dressed for work. He had already kicked his woman of the hour out: he didn't want Amy to find out about her, or any of the others. But it was guilt, more then fear, that caused Dave to keep his secrets. He lived with the most beautiful woman in the world and he couldn't touch her. Every day, just looking at her, his desire would grow to an almost insatiable height and he needed a release. So Dave found the first willing woman he could, brought her home long after Amy had gone to bed, and worked out all of his frustrations onto her; all the while he dreamed it was his eighteen-year old beauty he was with. Dave always knew he had a gorgeous daughter, but it wasn't until she turned eighteen that he realized exactly how beautiful she was. It was then that he knew he wanted her; he needed to be with her and from that moment no other woman would satisfy him. He was frustrated. He lived alone with the only woman he wanted and there was nothing he could do about it. He almost screamed in contempt. At once he realized that he had to do something about it and he set off downstairs to make his plan. It was almost eleven o'clock before Dave had finished designing his scheme. He had finished breakfast and was reading the paper while sipping his coffee when his angel came into the kitchen. "Morning, sleepy head," he said. The two spoke very little but Dave made sure that his daughter would be ready by five o'clock that evening. He would start out with dinner and, if everything went according to his plan, he would have Amy in his arms before the night was up. ********** The afternoon was waning. Since her father left for work, Amy had spent the majority of her time by the pool. She laid in the low chair, feeding her tan. The sun had an affection for her: it's scintillating rays swept through her flaxen hair, it brought out the beauty of her emerald eyes, and it bathed her skin to show a mystical luminosity. As she lay there, droplets of water from her recent dip into the pool glistening on her light-brown skin, images of her father raced through her mind. She focused on one memory in particular: It was about five months ago, and early one Saturday morning, Amy had started the shower. She realized then that she had forgotten a towel and left the bathroom in search of one. Unbeknownst to her, Dave had noticed the empty, running shower and stepped in. When she returned, she quietly undressed and opened the curtain to an image that had been engraved in her mind quite clearly ever since it happened. Standing there, water pouring out onto him from the shower head was her father. Their eyes meet each other and for a quick second each looked over the others naked body. Before Amy could close the shower curtain again she saw Dave's hand gripping his massive hard-on. He had been stroking it, and quite fast by the looks of things. Amy could tell he was close to orgasm just by looking at his face: she could see it even through the embarrassed shock he was now showing her. Without a word she closed the shower curtain, wrapped a towel around her self and left. The two never spoke of the event, but Amy thought about it often. She was thinking about it now, by the side of the pool, and it sent a tingle into her pussy. She felt her hand reach up to her bikini top and massage one of her nipples through the swimsuit. It hardened under her touch and Amy smiled. Her other hand slid down the silky length of her body to feel its warmth and softness. The fingers of her second hand danced over her flat belly and down onto the heat of her pussy. It was wet like the rest of her, but not from her journey into the pool. Either forgetting she was outside or not caring, she pulled her bikini bottom aside and her fingers travelled into the heat. They massaged the soft skin for a moment and as Amy's desire grew, they found their way to her hard and waiting clit. She pinched it gently then rubbed her fingers across it slowly. Her back was arched slightly and taking the hand that had been massaging her nipple, Amy pulled out a more then ample breast into the open air. The hand went back to her nipple and after rubbing it for a moment she began to pinch it. Harder and harder she pinched her nipple as her expert fingers worked on her clit. Moans began to escape from Amy's lips and the familiar sensation of an orgasm was building inside of her. She continued to pinch and rub and pull on her nipple as the fingers of her other hand had started to move at a feverish pace of her clit. Amy's moans were getting louder and she was writhing around on the pool chair. At once, between the work of her two hands, Amy had reached the climax of excitement and the juices in her pussy gushed forth a flood of pleasure. Her orgasm was intense and the muscles of her pussy walls contracted over and over again. She was breathing heavy and lay there almost completely spent: one hand resting on her pussy, the other holding the nipple on her exposed breast. She stayed like that for what seemed like years before the tones of the clock inside the house brought her out of the trance. The bell rang three times and Amy knew it was time to get ready for her dinner date. ********** Dave had lied to Amy about his plans for the day. He did need to go into the office, but he had no intention of doing any work or seeing any clients. When he arrived at work he found the building empty. He had expected this on a Sunday and was pleased to see he was right. He went straight into his office and set to work on his plan for Amy. He called first one of the few highly upscale restaurants in town and made reservations for six o'clock. He then phoned the only five-star hotel in the area and reserved a penthouse room for the next few days. He was being optimistic at this point, but Dave was confident: he knew what he wanted and had an idea he would get it. A few more phone calls and the plan was set. He leaned back in his chair and thought of his daughter; she really was an angel. Amy had been such a great help since her mother had passed, nearly nine years ago now, and Dave loved her for it. He had always somehow seen her as more of a friend then a daughter. Growing up, she was always very helpful around the house, taking on the duties of a wife, and never once did she complain. She never got into any kind of trouble, never stayed out late, never got drunk: she was perfect in Dave's eyes. And when he first saw her as a woman instead of a friend and his desire for her grew, all this just made him want her more. But Dave wanted more then to have her in bed, he wanted her with him always. He loved Amy and now, tonight, he was going to tell her everything. With his eyes closed, he let his mind wander over Amy and all his memories of her. He did love her and wanted to be with her beyond sex, but the sexual desire was still there. Many times he had found himself with visions of her in his mind as he pumped his hand up and down his cock in the lonely hours. He came more times then he could count at the thought of fucking Amy. She had even caught him once. It was a warm Saturday morning and he found a shower running but no one around. Dave assumed Amy had started it then went off to do something and forgot about it. He stepped in feeling perfectly safe in his privacy. Not long after the warm water had started to caress his body his hand had travelled down and found his cock starting to harden at the thought of his daughter. He needed a release and started working over his member to provide it. He didn't have the time he wanted to linger about it, so he brought himself close to orgasm quickly. A moment before he was ready to erupt his seed down into the shower the curtain opened and he saw Amy standing there, naked as the day she was born, but all grown up. The light from the wall behind her lit her up like the angel she was. Dave found himself glancing over her body. In the seconds before she closed the curtain and left his eyes engulfed every inch of her. He took in her breasts: brilliant and tan round globes. They stood proudly, high on her chest as if to taunt and defy gravity. They weren't absurdly large, but more then a handful, and they were perfect. His gaze fell below Amy's chest to her flat stomach and then further down to her womanhood. A small patch of trimmed pubic hair marked her pussy. Below that, Dave took in his daughter's legs. They were shapely and shared the same light-brown color that had covered all of her skin completely. She was a gorgeous creature and no sooner had she left and closed the bathroom door, Dave had reached his climax and his cum shot out from the end of his cock. When Dave's desire for Amy was strong, this was his fondest memory. In his office, he found that his hand had moved down to his twitching cock while he remembered that Saturday morning. He needed relief and had started to give it without even thinking. Once he realized where he was he got nervous but didn't have the will power to restrain himself, not even long enough to go into the men's room. He took the chance. After one quick glance to ensure he was still alone, he opened his pants and pushing down his boxer shorts, pulled out his almost hard cock. He stroked it a little, slowly at first, and it came alive in his hand. He leaned back in his chair again and closed his eyes. Visions of his naked daughter ran through his mind, and the thoughts of what might have happened possessed him. His cock was completely grown and he was moving his hand up and down at a good pace when, in his mind's eye, he was back in the shower on that wonderful Saturday morning. "Oh, Daddy! That's too big for you. Here, let me help," he heard Amy say in his head. She stepped into the shower, and slowly dropped down to her knees. Amy wrapped her long, slender fingers around Dave's warm cock. She moved her head in and her tongue emerged from her mouth. Starting at the base, Amy licked and sucked her way slowly and gently to the head of his penis. She put her mouth over the tip and moved her head down again towards the base. Amy had taken Dave's entire member into her mouth and throat before lifting her head again until only the tip remained in the sanctuary of her mouth. She continued the bobbing motion, always taking Dave's entire cock into her before pulling out again. Dave started groaning and Amy could feel he was close; she worked faster and faster. At last, she removed all but the tip of his cock from her mouth and grabbed the shaft with her hand again. She pumped her hand up and down as fast as she could, jacking her father off into her mouth. The first load of cum shot into Amy and she swallowed with all eagerness. Dave shot two more loads of cum into his daughter's wanting mouth before he was finished and she was cleaning his member with her lips and tongue. She had swallowed every drop, save a little that dripped out onto her chin. When the fantasy was over, Dave looked up and saw his desk covered in cum. He grabbed a nearby tissue and cleaned it all up. Closing his pants, he walked briskly to the bathroom and tidied himself up there. Emerging from the bathroom clean and with all evidence of his self-pleasuring event gone, he left the office and headed out to lunch. It was two o'clock and he knew he would have just enough time to get a bite to eat and finish up his errands before he was due home. ********** It was fifteen minutes to five when Amy came into the living room fully dressed. She remembered her father's last words before he left: "Remember to dress nice." Amy wasn't exactly sure what he had meant, but dressed up the best she could. With hair, make-up, and nails, she was shocked that she had done it all in just under two hours. She sat on the couch and five minutes later the door bell rang. Amy was confused and wondered aloud who would be coming over. She opened the door and saw Dave standing on the other side holding a single red rose. "Good evening, madam. I trust you are ready for our date. You look very lovely tonight," he said handing the rose to his daughter. Amy beamed a great smile: half from his 'date' comment and half from the compliment. She took the rose and held it to her nose for a moment before she spoke. "Thank you, kind sir," she said with a giggle at the rouse they were playing, "I am indeed ready." She gave a small curtsy. The two were in Dave's car soon and driving off towards the restaurant. It took all of his composure not to let his mouth drop open at the sight of his daughter. She had on a wondrous black, silk dress. The back went almost to the ground and the front rode up around her knees. The V-neck cut on her chest revealed enough cleavage to entice and the back was cut low. Her hair had been turned and pinned back and she wore just a small amount of make-up: enough to enhance her overwhelming quantity of natural beauty. Dave was almost speechless when he first saw her, and even now after driving for thirty minutes he had trouble keeping his eyes and mind off of her. Amy was little different then her father. His suit was nice, but it was nothing compared to the outfit Amy had worked up. She looked far older then she really was and hard as he tried to hide it, Amy loved the look in her father's eye. She spent most of the drive, whether in conversation or not, stealing glances at the man she loved. At fifteen minutes to six the couple arrived at the restaurant. They walked in together and the expression on each of their faces gave off the air of happiness. "Mr. and Mrs. Holden. You're table will be ready shortly. Would you care to wait in the bar?" the host had said after they approached his podium. The two were led to the bar and each ordered a drink. When they were alone Amy turned to her father. "Mr. and Mrs. Holden?" she asked. Dave smiled. "It was easier to make the reservation that way. Besides, this way you'll be able to drink and not worry about your age." Amy smiled too. She leaned into her father and squeezed his arm affectionately. With a small kiss on the cheek she stood up. "I'll be back in a second, Da-" she stopped short and corrected herself. "Honey." She giggled and was off. The drinks were served while she was away and Dave sat there, sipping slowly, enjoying how the evening was turning out so far. Amy had been gone only a minute when he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Mr. Holden?" came the man who had tapped. "Yes. Can I help you?" Dave replied. "My name is Bower, sir. We spoke on the phone earlier." "Ah, yes, Mr. Bower. Good to meet you. Is everything arranged?" "Yes, sir," Bower said, "At precisely seven o'clock my men and I will come out to you and your lady friend at the table." "Excellent, Mr. Bower. Thank you." "Thank you, sir" he said and with a small bow of his head he left. "Who was that, Dad?" Amy didn't catch herself quick enough this time, but no one was around to hear. "Not sure, someone who thought I was an old friend. Felt bad to disappoint him." Amy opened her mouth to say something but the host that had greeted them at the door arrived before she could. "Mr. and Mrs. Holden. Your table is ready. If you'll follow me please," he said and the two stood. Amy tried, and failed, to hold back a smirk and being called 'Mrs. Holden' again. The were seated at their table in a moment and a little while later after they had ordered the food arrived. The two enjoyed pleasant conversation about nothing in particular while they ate. When dinner was finished, Dave convinced Amy to indulge herself in dessert and she finally gave in. The couple shared one and at length Amy announced that she need to use the restroom again. Before she stood, Dave glanced at his watch and noticed it was almost seven o'clock. "Not just yet, sweetie," he said. Amy was puzzled. "What's the matter?" "Nothing," Dave replied, "I just have a little surprise for you." Loving Amy He wouldn't say anymore. A few long minutes later a few men approached the table. Each were carrying something: the three men in back were holding different musical instruments and the leader held a single red rose. "Mrs. Holden," the leader of the group said, "this is for you from someone who loves you dearly." He handed her the rose and she began to blush. Amy glanced at her father. He smiled and said, "That's two." She was puzzled again, but before she could voice her question the men with the musical instruments began to play. Her attention was completely drawn to them. At length, the leader of the band began to sing. Amy was in awe: she was absolutely lost in the music. Her mind had travelled so far away from her that she didn't feel her father take her hand. Dave had stood up and urged his daughter to do the same. Once she did he pulled her close to him. The two began a slow dance while the band of men behind them played their song. Amy was in heaven. The room had disappeared and all she could see was her father and all she could hear was the music. It was all too beautiful she thought and let herself get lost further into the scene. She had no idea how long the music had been playing but all of a sudden she felt something that snapped her back to reality. She was in her father's arms, dancing slowly near their table to a live tune being played just for them. She held her self very close to her father and that's when she felt it. It was on her hip, something was pressing into her side and it felt slightly uncomfortable. It took Amy a moment to realize what it was but once she did, she blushed harder then she ever thought she could. There, in the middle of the restaurant, every person there staring intently at the couple, her father had gotten a hard-on from holding his daughter so close. Amy grinned through her blushed face. It was quite flattering knowing the effect she had on her father. And then her grin widened: she had at last had a sense of hope for getting what she truly desired. She hugged her father close and kissed his cheek. When the music stopped the two sat down and the couple thanked the men for such lovely music. They band left slowly and Amy moved around the booth to set directly next to her father. "That was wonderful," she said and then moving closer to his ear so no one would here, "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too," he said. Dave lowered his voice too, "You're so beautiful tonight, honey, just like your mother." The last comment snapped something inside of Amy's head. Every feeling she had ever had for her father, every moment she desired him, everything had come to a head with the last comment. And tonight, with the roses and the dinner, the music and the dancing, and of course feeling his hard-on pressing into her, he had said the one thing that threw Amy over the edge. In an instant, she leaned into her father and kissed him hard on the lips. She didn't care any longer that he was her father. Amy loved the man she was sitting with and the unquenchable desire to kiss him took over. She was scared though, for a moment, until she felt Dave kissing her back. It was then that she relaxed. The two put their arms around each other while they kissed passionately at the table. Amy's tongue darted into her father's mouth and met his own. There, the two tongues danced around. In that moment, months and months of tension had finally been broken. They both knew it and kissed each other with the passion of lovers. Neither could tell how long the kiss lasted, but when they finally did separate Amy looked deep into her father's eyes. They were still in a loving embrace when Amy spoke. She said with an intense passion in her eyes, as clear as she could, no longer caring who heard. "Take me home, Daddy." Dave leaned in and kissed his daughter again, gently on the lips. He stood, left enough money on the table to cover the bill, and the couple left the building holding on to each other tightly. They kissed again once the were in Dave's car: as deeply as they had done before but not for as long. Both knew what would happen next and neither wanted to delay. They had both wanted this for a very long time, thought they didn't know the other felt the same. The drive to the hotel was quick and silent; neither said a word. Amy didn't even notice when her father missed the highway exit for their house, or if she did, she didn't say anything. Within minutes they were at the hotel and the look in Amy's eye signaled she understood. The couple left the car and headed straight up to the room, Dave having picked up the key after lunch. Inside they immediately fell into each others arms and continued the kiss that began in the restaurant. It seemed as if they had been annoyed at being forced to hold it off for so long and were now desperately trying to make up for lost time. They kicked off their shoes and passionately embraced each other. The kiss was long and hard. Their tongues moved in and out of each others mouth and played happily with one-another. Months and months of desire were finally being released and it excited each of them more then they thought possible. Dave's reaction was very evident by the bulge in his pants that was pressing hard into Amy's thigh. Amy's own reaction was less noticeable but far from less intense. He pussy tingled in ways it hadn't before and she felt herself getting wet. The couple continued kissing and when Amy's desire had grown even larger she started to undress her father. The tie was gone first and then she worked on his shirt: untucking and unbuttoning it. It was tossed aside quickly and her hands went to his pants. They were opened easily enough and then fell to the floor. She grabbed a hold of Dave's extremely hard cock and just held it while they kissed. Dave broke the kiss first. He gave his daughter one more small peck on the lips and stood back, stepping out of his pants. He dropped his shorts and was completely naked, save his socks. Amy turned her back to him and Dave found the zipper of her dress easily. With one swift, smooth motion it was down and the dress slid off his daughter's shoulders. She turned around to reveal that she was nude underneath it. It struck Dave odd at first but be had no time to consider it: no sooner had his angelic daughter been undressed completely before him, she was back in his arms and pushing him back towards the bed. Amy pushed gently further and further until her father and hit the edge of the bed and was forced to sit. She dropped down to her knees in front of him, and breaking their kiss looked deep into his eyes. "I've wanted this for so long, Daddy," she said. Before he could answer her slim fingers were wrapped around his stiff cock and her mouth had already engulfed its head. She moved her hand up and down slowly while her tongue played with the tip of her father's penis. Eventually, she removed her hand and slid the cock further and further into her mouth and throat until it had disappeared entirely. Dave was in heaven. The fantasy he had held in his mind was finally coming true. His beautiful daughter was now on her knees in front of him and she held his entire cock in her mouth. She started slowly and then picking up speed began to bob her head up and down his shaft. He was groaning. The sensation was more then he could describe. He put one hand behind him on the bed for support and rested the other in his daughters hair on the back of her head. He gripped tight out of pleasure as she continued to work her mouth and tongue of Dave's warm cock. It was when Dave looked down and watched his cock disappear into his daughter's mouth that he felt he no longer had control. "Amy, oh, Amy, I'm gonna cum," he warned her. Amy didn't stop, she worked her mouth over Dave's cock faster now. She eventually pulled her mouth off completely and replaced it with her pumping hand. She looked into her father's eyes. "Cum for me, Daddy. Cum for me," she repeated this over and over jacking off her father, his cock aimed right at her face. The whole scene was too much for Dave and his orgasm hit. Warm jet after warm jet of cum flowed out of his cock. Amy caught what she could in her mouth and the rest landed on her face and breasts. She licked her father's cum off her chin and swallowed it with the rest that hand landed in her mouth. She smiled. Amy was looking into her father's eyes and he was smiling too. Dave took her hands and slowly they both stood up. He wrapped his daughter in his arms and lifted her with ease off the ground. He slowly carried her around the bed and laid her down gently, resting her head on the pillow. He climbed onto the bed himself and slid easily between Amy's open legs. Positioning his cock and the entrance to his daughter's waiting pussy he looked her in the eyes again. "I love you, kitten," he said. Amy smiled. "I love you too, Daddy." With that, Dave pushed his cock into his daughter. Her pussy was wet with anticipation and it went in easily. He had only entered her about halfway before he stopped and pulled back a little. On his next push, he penetrated Amy with the full length of his cock. Amy had closed her eyes, the ecstasy was amazing. Her father had his entire cock deeply set inside her starved pussy and he held it there. She felt his body laying on hers and she ran her hands up and down his back. Dave pulled out and then slowly entered Amy again. Amy lifted her hips up to meet Dave's gentle thrusts and the two lovers worked up a rhythm. Amy's father entered her pussy over and over again with long, slow strokes. The two kissed passionately the whole while. Amy lost track of time as her father pushed his cock into her over and over again. It seemed like an eternity but she eventually felt her own orgasm growing deep inside of her. She moaned into her father's mouth and he knew too that she was close. He started thrusting harder. The kiss was broken and Amy knew at once why she had been kept awake so many times. She moaned uncontrollably while her father continued thrusting his cock deeper into her cunt. She wanted more, she wanted it harder. "Harder, Daddy," she cried, "Oh god, Daddy, harder!" Dave obliged and pushed his cock harder into his daughter's pussy. He thrust into her and each time felt her cunt pulling at him. He was lost in the ecstasy himself. Dave leaned his head down and his mouth found Amy's neck. He kissed it hard and then bite it when his hand had reached up and grabbed hold of one of Amy's breasts. He rubbed it gently in his hand and worked his way to her nipple. Dave pinched Amy's nipple softly and it sent chills through her body. It was all that she needed. In an instant, Amy's cries became significantly louder. She threw her head back and arched her back. "Oh god, Daddy!" she screamed, "I'm cumming. Oh, Daddy!" Amy's father did not relent with his attack. His cock was still pushing hard into Amy's pussy, his teeth stayed at work on her neck, and his fingers refused to let go of her nipple. The three actions all came together for Amy and her orgasm hit harder then ever before. A flood of her juice flowed from her pussy and soaked her fathers cock. He continued thrusting into her as her cunt went into spasms. "Oh, god!" she screamed again. "Oh, Daddy!" She didn't count how long the orgasm lasted, but Amy knew her father had not lost the pace of pushing his cock into her over and over again. When it had finally subsided she realized what she wanted next. Amy wrapped her legs around her father and dug her nails into his ass. She leaned up close and whispered in his ear. "Fuck me, Daddy," she said urging him on, "cum for me. Cum inside me, Daddy." It was all too much for Dave. Amy kept whispering in his ear, "Cum inside me, Daddy, give it to me. Fuck me, Daddy, cum for you little girl." At last, Dave could hold out no longer. With one final thrust he pushed his cock as far into his daughter's pussy as it would go and it erupted deep inside her. His cum splashed into Amy's desperate cunt and she squeezed her father's cock as hard as she could. Three-Four-Five shots of warm cum came out of Dave and landed far inside Amy. Dave was spent and he collapsed onto his daughter, his still hard cock buried deep inside of her. She whispered one last thing into Dave's ear. "Oh, Daddy, I've been waiting for this for so long," she said. Dave kissed his daughter's lips one more time and the two fell fast asleep in each others arms.