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A Secret Revelation Ch. 1

By: A Secret Revelation Ch. 1



We both jumped like naughty children with our hands caught in the cookie jar as his pager suddenly went off, chirping noisily. I sagged in disappointment as he pulled his warm hand away to check the number. The fragile moment had been shattered.

"It's work." He sighed. "They probably need extra help."

I stood as he did. "I'm heading to bed."

"All right, sweetie. Good night." He gently kissed my forehead, looking more than a little flustered as he tried valiantly to cover his bulge, avoiding my eyes.

"Good night, Daddy." I whispered.

I heard the front door open and close as I headed upstairs to my bedroom, and I tried desperately to fight my feelings of frustration. It wasn't his fault work called, and it would be selfish of me to be angry when his job was to help people. But what would've happened if his pager hadn't gone off? I undressed and slipped nude into my bed, closing my eyes. Tomorrow was another day. 

It was around two in the morning according to my bedside clock when I awoke suddenly, my head pounding. I cringed and sat up, wondering where the hell the headache had come from as I threw my legs over the side of my bed. The closest bathroom was the one attached to my father's room, and the floor seemed to shimmer underneath my feet as I unsteadily made my way to his bedroom. I hardly noticed my nudity at this point, my head was pounding so badly, but it didn't matter much anyway because my father hadn't returned home yet. I popped a couple aspirin from his medicine cabinet and sat down on his bed to temporarily relieve the pounding in my head. My eyelids wavered wearily, and telling myself it was just for a second, laid back on my father's bed, letting his smell surround and comfort me. I think I was asleep again before the thought to go back to my own bedroom even occurred to me.

A little shiver running through the length of my body prompted me to sleepily open my eyes, and I strained to see around me in the blackness. I sucked in my breath, realizing the source of my body's reaction as a slice of moonlight fell across the bed.

I lay on my back; my right knee bent and folded in, my left leg flung out to the side. My father was sitting next to me, his green eyes slowly running over my slim, naked figure. His hot fingertips trailed down the slope of my belly, over my hip, and swept tantalizing inches from my shaven pussy. He did it very lightly, as to not wake me, and every time he looked up I quickly shut my eyes so he wouldn't know I was awake. His actions were almost too much to take; I was painfully aroused within seconds, my pussy throbbing, and I longed to clamp my thighs around his strong hand until I came. I knew he would stop as soon as he even had an idea I might be aware of what he was doing, and so I remained still and passive to my Daddy's exploration. However, my cunt did not...my arousal trickled down between my ass cheeks, the musky smell pervading around us. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as he bent down, his nose inches from my throat, deeply inhaling my scent. He continued downwards, his warm breath brushing over my nipples, quickly hardening them. I fought to control my excitement as he extended the tip of his tongue to my right nipple, just barely touching it, and then sending a sizzling cascade of pleasure straight to my toes as he fully licked the distended flesh. I swallowed my gasp and bit down on my tongue so hard it brought tears up behind my closed eyes as he left a feather-light kiss on my navel. My father was touching me...was I dreaming...was all of this real?

Opening my eyes, I gazed in tense wonder when his fingers crept unto my thigh, making little circles, as if amazed by the texture and softness. The digits slipped to the inside of my thigh, agonizingly close to my heated, dripping center and stopped. He glanced up (I closed my eyes quickly) and then focused again on my hairless sex, biting his full bottom lip as if trying to make the hardest decision of his life. God, I wanted his mouth buried in my cunt! Please, Daddy, I begged silently. To feel his tongue thrusting up inside of me...tongue fucking me...relishing the juice he had aroused in his daughter! His index finger brushed across my wet pussy hole, making my insides jump as he stuck it in his mouth to taste me. 

"Jesus, Chasey..." he murmured so softly I had to strain to hear him. "What am I doing?"

With that, he hurriedly stood and strode out of the room, closing the door behind him. I smacked the bed with clenched fists, aching to follow him and get what I so desperately wanted, but unable to summon the courage to do. For all I knew, if I was straightforward and went after him, he would look at me in disgust and hate me forever. I loved him too much to risk that. So I stayed awake awhile waiting for my father to return, but after an hour, ten-pound weights of sleepiness settled on my eyelids and I drifted off.

I woke up the next day around noon in a foul mood. My father hadn't returned to his bed, and the past evenings events left me extremely horny. I stomped out of his room and into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind me. The warm water flowing over my body did little to appease my tight muscles, and I all but cracked the glass in the shower door as I opened and closed it when I finished. Brushing through my wet hair and applying make-up, I went back into my bedroom and slipped on a pair of my silkiest red panties, a pair of white denim cutoffs that were hardly modest, and a snug-fitting powder blue tank top that accentuated my nice tits. With a quick glance at my clock, I picked up the phone and dialed Tasha's number, knowing that like me, she had the day off from work.

"Hello?" Tasha chirped in greeting.

"Afternoon, sunshine."

"Hey, baby! How was last night?"

I sighed. "Can I come over? We'll talk about it."

"Sure."

"Is your dad home?" I asked slyly.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Tasha replied. "And before you even have to ask, no, my brother is not."

"Good. I'll be over in a few."

"'K." She blew a kiss and hung up.

Feeling a little better, I swept down the stairs and into the living room, rolling my eyes as I sighted my father sprawled out on the couch. I jotted a note and set it on the coffee table, quietly closing the front door behind me as I went out to my car. The hot, humid air clung to my skin and I turned the air-conditioner on full blast as I pulled out of my driveway and drove the few miles to my best friend's house.

"Hey!" Tasha came out unto the porch, grinning widely as I pulled in to her driveway. I got out of my car and admired her slim form, clothed in a short tennis skirt and red halter-top. 

"Dressed to kill, I see?" I said knowingly, watching her blush as I joined her on the porch.

"I could say the same about you." She teased. "God, you look hot." With that, she grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, locking her warm, sweet-tasting mouth on mine. I tried to pull away, thinking anyone including her father could see us, but she held tight and explored the inside of my mouth with her soft tongue.

"Mmmm," she murmured, finally pulling back. "You taste good."

"Tasha...your dad..."

She shrugged. "So?"

"You little slut." I admonished. "I can imagine what your dad would think of me if he saw this."

"Saw what?" asked Cameron, Tasha's dad, as he emerged from the house, dressed in his infamous pair of jeans. I couldn't help but skim my eyes over his toned chest, flushing when I met his hazel eyes. "Hey, Chasey. Saw what?"

"Hey...nothing." I said casually. Tasha walked ahead of me and I followed, brushing close to Cameron as I passed. I smiled to myself, feeling his hot gaze on my ass as he fell into step behind me. Yes, he could be a good distraction for the desire I had for my father...for the time being.

"We'll be upstairs." Tasha called, taking my hand and dragging me upstairs to her bedroom. She closed her door firmly behind her and jumped unto the bed beside me, her brown eyes bright with curiosity. 

"So...tell me!" 

"Tell you what?" I grinned nonchalantly.

She smacked my bare thigh. "Quit it. What happened after I left last night?"

I filled her in on the details, watching her eyes widen in surprise when I described my father's exploration while I was 'asleep'. 

"I told you." She said matter-of-factly. 

"Honestly, at this point, it's more frustrating than anything." I replied. 

"Of course. You haven't gotten what you wanted yet. Now you want a little satisfaction...right?"

How did she know me so well, I thought with a glance at my best friend. "Will you share, Tasha?"

"As in, 'will you pass up the opportunity to watch your hot best friend getting fucked by your father?' I think not." She chuckled.

"How do you know he will go for it?"

Tasha flushed prettily. "Lets just say it came up last night."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Dad came into my room after I came home last night, and he started out just asking about what I did at your house. So I'm telling him, and he's getting this huge hard-on...I started rubbing it, and don't be mad, but I told him we're bi. I'm telling you, Chasey, he got so hard he just about ripped his boxers in half! Soon he's fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering, and I'm talking about what it would be like for the three of us to fuck and suck each other. He especially liked it when I told him how I'd like to see him fuck your tight pussy...and you know you would like that, too."

Of course, she was right about that. It was funny how it didn't seem to faze me to hear Tasha talk about her father like he was just any guy; wasn't it just the night before my best friend dumped it in my lap she was fucking her own father? I shifted restlessly, my pussy still maddeningly horny from the previous nights events.

"Who am I to deny you anything?" I said sweetly.

She smiled brilliantly. "I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Come on...I'm sure he's downstairs watching TV. My brother is due back in like an hour and a half."

We exited her bedroom and headed downstairs, and it came to mind that I should ask her what the plan was, but as we circled the couch where Cameron was sitting, I knew Tasha had something planned. I suddenly began to wonder if I should let her do whatever she wanted...

Tasha flicked the TV off and told me to stand directly in the front of Cameron, who wore a confused look as his daughter sat down next to him. "What are you girls up to?" he asked curiously. I smiled at him nervously, my mind racing. What the hell was she planning? Tasha slipped her hand into Cameron's lap, her clever little palm cupping over his cock and squeezing lightly. He gasped and looked at me quickly, as if gauging my reaction, his hazel eyes glazing over with lust. My cunt reacted fast, starting afire as I watched my lover fondle and rub her father's cock through his jeans. "Tasha..." he groaned. "Baby..." "Mmmm, what should Chasey take off first, Daddy?" My eyes widened in surprise, and I opened my mouth to object, then thought better of it. Tasha would pay for her little games later. Cameron looked up at me, a smile on his full, sexy mouth, and I smiled back to let him know I was into the game, feeling his heated gaze slide over my slim, curvy body. Tasha unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and slid them down as her father lifted himself accommodatingly. I bit my lip when she wrapped her fist around his thick cock, which jutted up towards his toned stomach. With a wicked little grin, Tasha began a slow, firm stroke up and down his rock hard length, flicking her pink tongue across his nipples. "Tell her what to take off." Tasha ordered her father. "Your top, Chasey. Take your top off." He murmured. "Let me see those sweet tits." I swallowed my hesitancy and took hold of the hem of my tank top, pulling it up and over my head. My bare breasts stood firm and upright, the pencil-eraser sized nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room. I dared to look up, my cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of my arousal juice slip down the inside of my thigh as father and daughter scrutinized me with admiring eyes. "You didn't lie, baby," Cameron said to his daughter. "She's gorgeous. Squeeze your nipples for us, Chasey." Tasha scooted around until she was on her knees beside her father, firmly circling the base of his shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head. I watched Cameron's erection disappear inside my best friend's mouth until her chin rested on his balls, and he was moaning in ecstasy as she sucked him. I rolled my hard nipples between my thumb and index fingers, staring directly into his hazel eyes as my knees weakened so much I could barely stand. Tasha began to bob up and down on his cock, the wet, sucking noises her mouth made only serving to turn me on more. "Take your shorts off." Cameron gasped. "Ahhh, yes, Tasha...take it all, baby..." With shaking fingers I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, slipping them down over my hips and letting them fall to the floor. I shivered in exquisite shame, forcing myself to keep my arms down, as Cameron thoroughly looked me over. Tasha moaned softly on her father's cock, lifting her mouth to lap across the head of his pulsing member and run her lusty brown eyes over my body. "Do you want to show my Daddy your pussy, Chasey?" she asked, pumping Cameron's rigid organ with her firmly closed fist. My mouth watered watching her stroke him; I wanted that cock in my mouth, and pounding into my tight, wet pussy. "Yes." I whispered. "Say it." "I want to show him my pussy!" I cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through my silky red panties. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my legs, tossing them aside with my top and shorts. Tasha's father hungrily drank in the sight of my young, shaved cunt, his tongue running across his bottom lip. "Look at that pretty pussy," Tasha said close to her groaning father's ear. "You want it, Daddy? Do you want to fuck Chasey?" "Ohhh yes, baby, yes," he moaned, watching his daughter's smooth hand stroking his veined shaft. I stood silently, aching to take his thick meat deep inside my throbbing sex. "Turn around." Tasha commanded. I did as asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell. What were they doing? Cameron gasped, his breathing shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness. "Bend over, Chasey." Tasha said. I hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning my palms on the chair in front of me for support. "Set your feet wide apart." She added. My heart thudded in my chest as I stood there bent over at the waist, waiting, my wet slit in view for my lover and her father. "Reach underneath yourself and spread your cunt open for us." My best friend ordered breathlessly. I slipped my hand between my thighs, my fingers shaking as I spread my swollen lips apart. Pussy juice trickled down the back of my hand and the inside of my thighs with the intensity of my lust. "Oh, God," Cameron groaned. "I want to bury my cock in her!" "Yes...fuck me...fuck me, please!" I whimpered, turning to look at him. "Tasha...I want his cock inside me..." "Mmmm, not yet." My lover smiled. Tasha stood and undressed, asking her father to stand and do the same. I rubbed my clit in firm circles as they approached me, Cameron kneeling behind me, Tasha settling with her thighs wide open on the chair in front of me. I gazed lustily at her wet, pink pussy, my cunt quivering in anticipation of Cameron's mouth. I bit off my cry of pleasure as he buried his warm mouth in my dripping mound, his tongue delving deep into my tightening fuck hole. His thumbs pulled my lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of my sex, his nose nuzzling against my hard clit as he expertly tongued me. "How does it feel to have my Daddy eating you, Chasey?" Tasha asked softly, her fingers tangling in my thick hair. All I could give in response was a guttural moan as his hot tongue stabbed at my engorged clitoris, and then lapping from the top of my slit to my virgin asshole. Tasha smiled and urgently pulled my face into her soaking pussy, humming in pleasure as I flicked my tongue against her swollen button. She held tightly to her fistful of my hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into my mouth while I slurped her juices. God, she tasted good! I was overwhelmed. My pussy contracted as I neared orgasm, Cameron's mouth continuing the assault on my hot cunt. His tongue swept over my clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside my juicy hole. Tasha's cries of pleasure grew louder, her fists tugging frantically in my hair as I ate her. "More...more...yes, eat me!" She gasped. "Eat my pussy, Chasey! Oh, God...make me cummmm..." I pushed my cunt into Cameron's mouth, moaning low in my throat. "Fuck me!" I cried, so hot I was close to tears. "Please...put your cock inside me, Cameron!" He didn't need another word. I shivered in delicious wanting as he grabbed my hips, my hands clenching into fists as he put the head of his thick cock against my horny cunt hole. He slid it forward, teasingly pushing it between my pussy lips as the veined shaft scorched every straining nerve ending. I shoved my hips back, silently begging for his pulsating member inside my heated vagina. "Put it in her," Tasha whimpered. "Give it to her, Daddy!" With that, my best friend's father buried his rock hard cock deep inside my tight, wet pussy, drawing an animal groan from the pit of my stomach. I felt completely filled, his thickness stretching me open far beyond the few high school boys I'd been with. His fingers dug into the groove of my hips as he pulled me back into his fuck thrusts, his daughter's mound humping faster into my mouth, her juices running steadily unto my tongue. "Fuck yes, Chasey...yesss...eat my baby girl..." Cameron breathed. "Oh God, baby, I'm going to cum inside you..." Tasha arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum. "Yes! Do you want my Daddy's cum in you, Chasey? Tell him you want it!" "Yes...please...cum inside me!" I panted, his cock slamming into me bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. "I want your cum inside me...ahhh yes...I'm cummmming!" A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside me, squeezing and contracting my cunt muscles like a glove around his raging prick. He tightened his grip on my hips painfully giving a final deep thrust. "Oh God, I'm cumming...cumming inside you, baby...cumming in your tight little pussy!" he cried as he filled me with streams of his hot seed. My knees gave out and I fell forward, Cameron following with a soft grunt. Tasha giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from my face, her pretty face suddenly freezing. "James' is home!" By the time Tasha's fifteen year-old brother made it into the house, we were all sitting quietly on the couch watching TV. The only give away, if James were that observant, was the heavy, musky smell of sex that hung in the air...and the satisfied little smile my best friend gave me from the corner of her eye. I went home awhile later. The hot ache between my thighs was silent and sated, and I could still feel Cameron's cum inside me. My father was nowhere in sight as I entered the house, and I headed upstairs to clean up, my mind playing back the previous hours events. "Chasey? Sweetie, is that you?" Dad called as I passed his closed bedroom door. I paused. "Yes, Daddy." "Can you come in here a second?" "Sure." I opened his door and stepped inside, breathing in the scent of his cologne. My handsome father stood in front of his mirror, bare-chested, dressed in a pair of crisp khaki's. I had forgotten about his date! A wave of jealousy spun my stomach in circles, and I swallowed hard to keep a straight face. "Hey, baby. Have fun at Tasha's?" "Yes," I replied. "Did you sleep good?" His face flushed. "Must've fallen asleep watching TV last night after I got home." "Right. So what's up?" I asked lightly. He looked up, his green eyes taking in the length of my tanned legs, lingering over my chest before he blinked as if to focus his self. "Um...out of the two of these shirts...which one do you like better?" He held up a long-sleeved blue chambray button down shirt and a forest green short-sleeved polo shirt, both of which set off his eye and skin color. Like I wanted him to look any better than he already naturally did for this woman! "Wear the green one." I murmured. He smiled, showing his dimples. "Exactly what I was thinking." I sat down on the edge of his bed and watched silently as he pulled it over his head, giving me a lengthy appraisal of his toned chest. Of it's own accord, my pussy came alive again. So much for being satisfied, I thought with a silent groan. "So? What do you think?" My father tucked the shirt into the waistband of his khaki's, brushing off traces of lint and tiny wrinkles. I stood and reached out to straighten the collar, pressing my body as close to his as I dared. I just wanted to feel his body against mine...my breasts touched his chest, and my father tensed. "Let me straighten this out." I said. His green eyes met mine, and my nipples hardened as the fabric of my top rubbed against them, pushing into him. Our mouths were inches away from each other's. I pressed my pelvis into my father's, feeling him tremble slightly, and felt the erection growing underneath the crotch of his khaki's. My heart pounded a mile a minute and time seemed to slow down to a crawl as I raised myself on my toes, closed my eyes, and placed my warm mouth on my father's. Our lips lingered only a moment before he pulled away quickly, as if I had shocked him. "Chasey...wh - what...no, that's not right." He stammered. "Why?" I murmured. Boldly, I slipped my hand to his crotch and cupped his raging erection in my palm, gently squeezing. I was touching my Daddy's cock! The very object that created me was in my hand...and I wanted it inside me. Here. Now. "I'm your father," he said. "And you're my daughter." "Yes. We love each other, and I can't think of anything more right." I replied, my fingers working at his belt. I unbuckled it and slipped my hand down the front of his khaki's, needing to wrap my hand around the steel hard pole practically bursting out of my father's pants. I wanted him so badly my body shook; I nudged past his boxer briefs and my fingertips brushed across his burning hot cock, sending a shudder through the both of us. "Ohhh, Jesus..." he moaned softly. "No, Chasey...baby, we can't..." "You want it, Daddy," I whispered. "I know you want it, I want you, too. I want you so much." His green eyes clouded with lust at my words, and I glorified mentally as his warm, strong hands settled on my hips, sliding around my waist. He did it carefully, as if he would shatter me moving too quickly, or he would scare me away with too much movement. I ran my fingers up and down the length of his hardness, staring in wonder at the hundred different emotions running through my father's beautiful eyes. First nervousness, then lust, then guilt, and lust again. I knew I should probably be acting the same way, but the wanting I had for him overtook me; nothing else mattered but having him. "I know you came into your bedroom last night and saw me," I continued. "You touched me. You tasted me." He inhaled sharply. "You were awake?" "Yes. I wanted you to touch me. I wanted your mouth on my pussy, Daddy," I said, trembling. There was no turning back now. Nothing would be the same. "No, don't say that. Don't." he groaned. I wrapped my eager little fingers around his prick, pulling them down to the mushroom-shaped tip and back up to the base, stroking firmly and slowly. His cock was so thick and long! My pussy was dripping wet and throbbing, begging for attention and release though I had a hard dick in it less than half an hour previous. This is what my father did to me. "Can I put it in my mouth?" I asked breathlessly. "Let me put your cock in my mouth, Daddy. I want to make you cum." His mouth opened, and from downstairs the doorbell sounded. His date was here. My heart sank in disappointment and I angrily yanked my hand away, knowing inside it wasn't his fault but unable to help myself. "Have fun on your fucking date." I muttered, swearing for the first time ever in front of my father as I walked out of his room and into my own. I slammed the door behind me and threw myself across the bed, burying my head in a pillow. There was a brief knock at the door. "Good night, baby. I should be in early." My father called. A few minutes later, the front door closed and I heard his SUV pulling away from the house. I pounded the bed with my fists, throwing a tantrum like any three year-old and enjoying every second. It was like a game between my father and I; we get close, something comes along and ruins it, and I was getting sick of it. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom, slipping in the shower for a long, hot wash. I scrubbed my hair and body, using a sweet smelling shower gel to relax me even more. Afterwards I put on a pair of lacy white panties and one of my father's EMT button down work shirts, heading downstairs to the couch to flick on the TV and flip aimlessly through the channels. I couldn't stop thinking about how my hand was around my father's hard cock...stroking him...hearing him moan. Never had I wanted a man as badly as I did my father, and here I had to share him with this woman. It wasn't fair. The time was well after two in the morning by the time my father crept through the front door, and I slowly stood up, standing silently as he turned. He jumped about a foot in the air seeing my quiet form. "Jesus, sweetie! You scared me. Why aren't you in bed?" he asked. I didn't miss the nervous tone he used. "I was just waiting up for you," I said tightly. "Can't a daughter do that?" "O - of course, baby. You didn't have to, though." "I know. So...how was the date?" He avoided my eyes and we sat down together on the couch. "It went well, very well. Kristin is a great girl." "What did you do?" "Well...we ate some dinner, saw a movie..." he trailed off, looking down at his hands. "That doesn't take six hours, Daddy," I said a terrible ache of jealousy settling uncomfortably in the pit of my belly. "You fucked her, didn't you?" "Chasey!" I bit my lip, tears filling my eyes. Christ, I was being such a baby! My father had a perfect right to do whatever he liked...by why didn't he do it with me! "What I do is not your concern, Chastity Alexandra," My father said firmly, using my full first and middle name. "That includes if I did choose to sleep with Kristin." A flicker of hope lit up in my mind. "You mean...you didn't do it?" "No, sweetie, I didn't." I fought the urge to shout out in joy and scooted into my father's arms, sighing in contentment. "I'm glad you didn't." "I couldn't," he admitted. "I couldn't because every time I looked at her, I saw only my baby girl's face. I only saw you, Chasey." Hearing his words brought a flood of arousal juice to my pussy, starting it afire, a flush of lust coloring my cheeks. I looked up from the crook of his arm, meeting my Daddy's green eyes with my own blue ones. Slowly I spread my thighs, giving him a look at my soaked lacy white panties, which he took in with a sharp breath. I lifted his arm out from behind me and brought his hand between my legs, letting him nudge his warm fingers underneath the waistband of my panties. I paused with his fingertips inches from my swollen wet slit. "What do you want, Daddy?" I whispered. "I want to touch you, baby. I want to feel how wet you are for me." He breathed. "I need to touch you." My body trembled as I took my hand away from his arm, and he continued downwards into my pussy, his middle finger coming up to and penetrating between my puffy sex lips. I jerked upwards in reaction, startling both of us, but he didn't stop; I heard harsh, shallow breathing and realized it was my own. My father dragged his middle finger side to side across my hard, throbbing clit, bringing soft cries of pleasure from my mouth. He dipped his finger into my hot pussy hole, using my juices to lubricate a slow rotation of my sensitive nub of flesh. "Ahhh, Daddy," I whimpered. "Yesss...that feels so good!" "Lay down on your back," he ordered quietly. I did as he asked, my excitement growing as he stripped his polo shirt off. He leaned forward and began unbuttoning the shirt of his that I wore, urging me to pull my arms out so he could toss it away; my panties came off next. I blushed as he stared down at my breasts, reaching out to trace light circles around my hardening nipples. "You don't know how often I've fantasized about sucking your little nipples, baby." He murmured. I moaned as he bent down to engulf a nipple in his hot mouth, flicking his tongue over it teasingly and doing the same to the other. My father sucked and licked my breasts until I was shaking, gently kneading and squeezing them with his strong hands. I clenched my hands into fists as he took hold of my ankles and pushed my knees to my chest, baring my smooth, wet pussy to his hot green gaze as he spread my legs wide. I couldn't believe this was actually happening...my father was going to eat my cunt...his daughter's cunt! "Oh God, yes, please hurry!" I pleaded. "Eat my pussy, Daddy!" With a low groan my father buried his mouth in my hot, dripping center, plunging his tongue straight and deep into my tight fuck hole. I screamed in rapture and arched my back up so sharply I grew dizzy, my hands grabbing thick fistfuls of his soft black hair and keeping him in place as I ground my wet cunt into his sucking mouth. He moved his hands to the backs of my knees, keeping my legs high and wide as he took long, hot laps from the bottom of my aching vagina to the top of my swollen slit. His tongue then centered on my pulsing clit, locking his lips over the tiny button and gently rolling it until I was falling over the edge into orgasm. "Ohhh da...dddddy..." I moaned. "I'm cuummmming...I'm cumming!" My father swept over my sensitive clit with his soft tongue while I recovered, his green eyes full of love and desire. I sat up and my fingers flew to his pants, hurriedly yanking them down his legs and tossing them away. I urged him to lie back, wasting no time as I crouched over his thick, rigid cock and wrapped my fingers around the width. "Chasey," he gasped. "Baby...are you sure...?" I smiled and took the head of his raging erection into my mouth, my jaw stretched to the very limit with the size. Wanting desperately to please my father, I continued the journey down the length of his hot, veined shaft, until I felt him sliding against the back of my throat. I paused and looked up at Daddy, my belly jumping at the glazed stare of ecstasy in his green eyes. "Ohhh Chasey...take it all, sweetie...take all of Daddy's cock," he groaned hotly. At his breathless pleading I slipped my warm mouth down the full length of his member, and remembering a little trick Tasha had mentioned, wiggled my tongue out and flicked it across his balls, caressing the sensitive underside of his engulfed hardness. I squeezed my throat muscles around him, massaging his cock, enjoying the throbbing hotness of my father's tool. I did it! I finally had my Daddy's cock in my mouth. I hummed low in my throat and grinned when he thrashed around in pleasure, his hand sliding into my hair. "Yes, suck me, baby. Suck my cock," my father whimpered. I pulled my mouth upwards and circled the dripping tip of his dick with my wet little tongue, hungrily tasting the pre-cum steadily seeping out. Slipping back down his length, I began to bob up and down, sucking him, getting his cock wet with my saliva. My fingers played over his balls, gently stroking and squeezing them while I sucked on my Daddy's meat. He grew in the confines of my mouth; I ached to take him inside me, to feel him pounding into my cunt. I lifted my mouth from his prick. "Fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me." I said. He sat up and began to lower himself over me, but I stopped him with my hands on his firm chest. "No...fuck me from behind, Daddy." I smiled, turning over unto my hands and knees, looking back at him. His green eyes looked like twin fires of pure lust, and with an animal groan my father grabbed my slim hips, yanking me back hard. I bit my lip as his cockhead probed at my wet cunt lips, sliding up and down my hungry slit, finally resting at the entrance of my soaking vagina. "Now...please, Daddy, now!" I begged. He pushed the mushroom-head tip inside me, inching his way into my tight, slick pussy channel. "Ahhh God, you're so tight, baby," Daddy breathed. With a little cry of pleasure he pushed his pulsing member in to the hilt, stopping as he gasped for breath. My pussy contracted around him, accepting him, sucking him in. I knew I wouldn't last long with my father's big cock inside me; already pleasure coursed through my body. I dug my hands into the couch as he pulled out and plunged back in, his fingers using my hips as leverage to fuck into me. He picked up the pace, our skin slapping together my arousal juices coating his thick prick and leaking down the backs of my thighs. "Harder," I groaned. "Oh please, harder! Make me cum..." My father gasped and began to pound into me, his balls hitting my clit with the force of his fuck thrusts. I tightened my muscles around his member, drawing another heated moan from Daddy as he grew inside my tight vagina. "I'm going to cum!" he cried. "I'm going to cum inside my baby..." I couldn't take it. With a scream I came, releasing another flood of juice around my father's thrusting organ. He pumped hard into me and began to shoot his hot, creamy cum deep in my clenching pussy, filling me up with stream after stream of the liquid that created me. Afterwards he collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a while, letting our breathing settle. "Daddy," I whispered. "Yes, baby?" "You're smooshing me." He chuckled and pulled himself up, his soft cock popping from my pussy and allowing his cum to leak down my thighs. I suggested a shower and he nodded, smiling. "Go ahead sweetie, I'll take one after you." I grinned. "No, Daddy, you take one with me." Flushing lightly, he took my offered hand and we headed upstairs. I let the water run until it was nice and warm, turning to catch his green eyes running appreciatively over my firm ass. His cock was already half-hard again. I bit back my laugh and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind us when he joined me. "Mmmm," I murmured as the water cascaded over our bodies. "Feels good." My father stepped up behind me and pulled my slippery body against his, his hardened member pushing between my thighs and rubbing tantalizingly over my clit. I moaned softly and reached down, gently running my fingers over the tip of his cock as he thrust back and forth. His warm hands enclosed around my wet breasts, lightly pinching my nipples into hardness and flicking over them teasingly. "We're not going to get anything done..." I began but my words were cut off as Daddy took hold of my right thigh and hiked it up, sliding his hot, pulsing shaft into my tight pussy. "Ahhh God, Chasey, I don't think I'll be able to get enough of you," he gasped into my ear. "Fucking your tight little cunt...I wanted you for so long, baby." "Yes, Daddy!" I cried, reaching back and wrapping my arms around his neck. The feel of his thick cock in my pussy was like heaven; I still couldn't quite believe I was having sex with my father. He pumped in and out of me until he was gasping for release, his fingers rubbing my clit in fast, firm circles. I came again for the third time that night, my pussy muscles squeezing around his member, milking him for more of his seed. He shot another hot load in my grasping vagina, slamming his cock hard inside me as he unloaded. As our breathing slowed, he lowered my lifted leg to the shower floor, his penis slowing slipping out. I sighed in contentment and set to my original plan, grabbing some liquid soap and squirting a good amount on a loofah. I turned to face Daddy and began to soap him up, taking my time over his toned chest and stomach. My father pushed back a few strands of wet hair from my cheek, his knuckle tracing along my jawline as he smiled at me. "You know, you never told me you weren't a virgin." He said quietly. I avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry." "No, Chasey, I didn't meant it that way," he tilted my chin upwards to meet his probing green eyes. "I'm just sad you couldn't tell me when you decided to start having sex." "Well...I couldn't..." I blushed. "Why not?" "Daddy, it's not exactly something you just come out and say." "I'm your father, you can tell me anything." He insisted. "So at any time I could've come out and say 'Daddy, I want to have sex with you'?" I said with a grin, and crouched in front of him to scrub down the length of his strong thighs and calves. It was his turn to blush. "That's different." I smiled and stood, handing him the loofah. He gave me an irresistible, dimpled grin and began running it up and down my arms in small, light circles. "God, you're beautiful." He murmured, smoothing it over one upturned breast and then the other, teasing my pink nipples into hardness. "How many men have you been with?" Looking up, I was surprised to see a flicker of jealousy in his green eyes. "That's not important." I said elusively. It wasn't that I had been with that many men; this was more of he was my father. "Did you care about them?" "Of course, in some way." He sighed. "I wish you could've told me." "What about you?" I asked. "How many women have you been with since...mom?" "Just one," he replied with a smile. "My daughter. Jesus, that sounds terrible..." I silenced him with my mouth over his, slipping my tongue inside to taste my father. How he couldn't have been with any women since mom with how handsome he was I couldn't quite figure out, but I was glad. My soapy breasts pressed against his chest, and I felt the familiar tingle of lust shoot through my moist pussy as he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me tightly to his warm, wet body. We nuzzled against each other, enjoying the sensation of our wet skin rubbing together. "I'm turning into a prune." I giggled, letting go to glance at my fingers. We finished up in the shower and got out, laughing like teenagers as we dried each other off. Only a few days ago I was frustrated and unhappy; now I wondered how I ever could've been unhappy just having my father around. I followed him into his bedroom and nabbed another one of his work shirts, briefly leaving him to slide on a pair of black bikini panties and meeting him at the top of the staircase. "There's just something about a girl when she wears a man's shirt," He said appreciatively, his green eyes sweeping over my body. I sucked in my breath, as I looked him over clothed in a pair of navy blue pajama bottoms that sat low on his slim hips and wondered how anyone could look so good in a pair of pajamas. We headed downstairs and popped in a movie settling comfortably on the couch together. When I felt his arms slip around my waist and pull me close to him, a million different thoughts went through my head: how safe and secure I felt, how I had ached for this again since I was young, and how much I didn't want it to end. I tilted my head backwards to look at my father and smiled. "I love you." He smiled back and hugged me a little tighter. "I love you too, baby."


A Secret Revelation Ch. 1



Even though we had found our new relationship, my father and I decided it would be best to remain in separate beds for the time being. And inside me, I needed time to mull over the things that were said and done. On one hand, I was ecstatically happy that we had taken this step; on the other hand, things were different, and there was no turning back. But in the end...I had not one unhappy bone in my body that I had done what I did with my father. He was a kind, caring, compassionate man that I found myself intensely attracted to and unlike many other men I could trust. I was positive about that. My father was already at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand, when I made my way downstairs the next morning. He looked up, a sleepy smile on his face. "'Morning, Chasey." "Hi, Daddy." I said with a yawn. "I'm going to call in to work today." I started a pot of coffee and poured myself a glass of orange juice, leaning against the kitchen sink as I tried to fully rouse myself. It took me a moment to realize my father was eyeing me from behind his paper in my white cami and panties, which I didn't give much thought to as I lugged myself out of bed this morning. I smiled to myself and ran my fingers along the waistband of my panties, watching his green eyes follow every movement I made. "Really? Not feeling well?" "Just a lazy day. Want some coffee?" I asked, setting down my glass. He pretended to just look up from the paper. "Sure, baby. Thank you." I poured a cup and handed it to him black, the way he liked it. He was already in his work uniform, and my body came alive as my eyes rested on the small patch of skin showing at his throat. I glanced up at the clock. He had twenty minutes before his partner came to pick him up. My father blinked in surprise as I snatched the paper away from him, tossing it carelessly behind me. I threw my leg over him and eased into his lap, setting my moistening pussy directly over his crotch, which was already semi-hard from his previous observation of his daughter. I bent my head to gently suckle on his neck, slipping my tongue to the hollow of his throat as his warm hands cupped my firm young ass. "Ohhh, sweetie..." he groaned as I rubbed my pussy into his hardening cock. "I - I have to go to work...Shaun will be here soon..." "Do you want me?" I whispered, slipping a hand down between us to pull my panties to the side. He moaned and pulled my cami down, letting my breasts pop free to suck a pink nipple into his warm mouth. I made quick work of his uniform pants and boxers, managing to pull his thick, rigid cock free of both and running my fingertips over the mushroom-shaped head. "Tell me what you want, Daddy," I murmured. His hands instinctively tried to push me down unto his hard shaft, but I stood firm. "Tell me." "I want you, baby. I want to push my cock into your tight, warm body." He moaned hotly. "Jesus, Chasey, what are you doing to me?" I gave a little gasp of pleasure as I sank down unto his pulsing member, feeling him stretch and fill me to the hilt. He groaned low in his throat, renewing his vigorous suckling of my hard nipples as I began to fuck up and down his cock. His wet tongue circled and flicked the sensitive flesh, lightly nibbling, teasing me to frenzied lust. "Ahhh yes, baby, fuck me...fuck me..." He gasped. I arched backwards, leaning back against the kitchen table as I let the ecstasy of my father's thick organ overtake me. I moaned as he stood to push me unto my back on top of the sturdy wooden table, spreading my thighs wide apart to watch his cock, wet with my juices, slip in and out of my tight cunt. His hands gripped the backs of my knees as he fucked me, thrusting so hard and deep inside me the table began to move. "Yesss...Daddy...give me your cock!" I cried hotly. "Fuck me...oh god...I'm going to cum...I'm cummmming!" My orgasm exploded over me, washing me with waves of pleasure, my vagina contracting tight around his throbbing member. "Chasey...I'm going to cum..." he groaned, his fingers digging so hard into my skin he left marks. "I want to taste you." I said. He nodded and thrust once more before pulling out, backing up to let me kneel in front of him. I wrapped my hand around the base of his penis, taking him deep in my throat as he cried out and began to shoot his hot cream. "Ohhh god, yes baby...yesss..." he moaned. I milked him for every drop, savoring the thick, salty taste and licking up any remaining from his softening cock. "You taste good." I murmured with a grin as I stood and we straightened our clothing. He flushed lightly, smiling as a soft knock sounded at the front door. "Work calls." "You didn't even get to finish your coffee." I teased. "I had something much more fulfilling," he said softly, kissing my forehead. "Have a good day, sweetie." "You too, Daddy." I followed along into the living room and rubbed my upper arms as I watched my father stride to the front door, turning to give me an affectionate wink before exiting and closing the door behind him. I stood there for a moment until a huge smile came over my face, and I let out a little shriek of excitement as I ran upstairs to call Tasha. It was still pretty early in the morning, but I knew she would have to get up to get ready for work. "Yeah?" she said grouchily, picking up after the seventh ring. "'Morning, sunshine!" I sang, flopping down on my bed. "How's my girl?" "Mmmfummph." She muttered. I chuckled, picturing her mouth buried in her pillow. "Call in to work, baby. I want you to come over to my place." I said. "What for?" "Please, do it for me?" "Sure, honey. I'll be over in an hour or so." She blew a quick kiss and hung up. I made a quick call to work to let them know I wasn't coming in, hopped off my bed and went into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower as I replayed the previous nights events in my head. Not so long ago, my father and I were having sex in this exact spot; I fought the familiar tingle of lust and finished up, rushing through the rest of the morning's toiletries. I chose to wear a pair of pale pink bikini panties, short denim short's and a white midriff t-shirt, all which set off my tanned skin, big breasts, and long legs. Before I headed downstairs I clipped on a silver anklet and lightly sprayed on some perfume, grinning when I saw Tasha's black Eclipse pull up in the driveway. "Anyone home?" Tasha called out as she came in and closed the door behind her, laughing as I hurried downstairs to wrap my arms around her for a wet kiss. My lover looked hot as usual in a short, pale blue sundress that barely reached mid-thigh, showing enough cleavage to give a saint a hard-on. Her tan legs made my mouth water. "God, what has gotten into you?" She asked, pulling back to look into my blue eyes with her probing brown ones. Her jaw dropped and she tugged me to the couch, speaking after we had settled down indian-style facing each other. "You did it, didn't you? You slept with your dad!" I paused. "Define slept...?" She grabbed my upper thighs and squeezed, sending me into a fit of giggles. I wiggled away, resettling indian-style and letting my eyes wander under her sundress, gasping when I realized that the little tease was not wearing any panties. My cunt was instantly hot and wet, throbbing along with my heartbeat as I tried to tear my eyes away from her hairless sex. "You like that?" She murmured, catching my gaze and spreading her slim thighs a little wider. "My father barely let me leave the house this morning when I showed him." "You tease..." I breathed. "Did you let him fuck you?" "No, my brother had just gotten up. Left him with a big hard-on though..." she trailed off, giving me a smug little smile. "Come on, Chasey, tell me about last night!" I grinned and described the night before, giving her little details wherever she asked for them. She was wide-eyed the whole time, obviously enjoying the escapades and listening with a twinkle in her brown eyes. "I knew you had it in you," Tasha teased. "I just had to give you a little push." "You don't think...something's wrong with us?" I asked softly. She chuckled and reached out to pull me on top of her, slipping her hand down the front of my shorts to play between my swollen pussy lips. I moaned and began to unbutton her dress, shoving it aside to suck on a hard pink nipple. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with us, besides wanting good-looking older men." She murmured, nibbling on my earlobe and pushing her middle finger inside my tight pussy hole. "They just happen to be our father's is all." Our eyes met and we laughed, pulling each other close to mash our mouths together. The phone rang, jarring us both from our hazy senses of lust. I crawled up over Tasha and grabbed the phone, trying not to shriek out loud when she worked another finger in my dripping cunt from under the leg of my shorts. "Um...hello?" "Hey, Chasey." "Oh hi, Daddy." I replied, surprised. Tasha increased the pace of her thrusting fingers, my arousal juices trickling down her forearm. "Since you were going to call in from work today, I wanted to call before you made any other plans to see if you wanted to go out and have lunch later today." I bit my lip, my orgasm building fast as Tasha used her thumb on my hard clit and worked her fingers in and out of my hungry vagina. "Sure, definitely. What time?" "About noon. There's a bar down the street all the guys are recommending, so I thought we'd go there for a bite." "Do you mind if Tasha comes along?" "Not at all. Meet me at the station, ok, sweetie?" "Ok, see you then." I said and hung up, steadying myself above my lover as she renewed her assault on my greedy pussy, her slim fingers wet with my cream. I moaned in pleasure and reached underneath my t-shirt, lightly pinching my pencil eraser sized nipples as my orgasm fast approached. "Where are we going at noon?" Tasha asked curiously, her tongue peeking out to slide over her full bottom lip. She loved to watch me cum. "Lunch with Daddy," I gasped. "Ohhh Tasha...I'm going to cum..." She smiled up at me, her brown eyes full of lust. "Cum on my fingers, Chasey...mmmmm, yes, fuck my fingers faster, baby!" I arched back sharply as an orgasm tore through my body, shooting straight to my toes and clenching my cunt tight around my best friend's thrusting fingers. With a dopey grin I slid down next to her slim length on the couch, tossing my leg over hers as she stuck her cum-covered fingers in her mouth. "So are you going to return the favor?" Tasha asked, turning on her side to face me when she finished sucking off her fingers. 

My brow furrowed. "Favor...?"

She took my hand and slid it between her sleek thighs, sighing in pleasure when I began to gently stroke her hard little clit, her pussy already soaking wet. "I want to play with your Daddy too, Chasey."

Almost immediately, as if ignoring the orgasm that racked through it but moments ago, my sex began a slow, deep throb. I could not deny to myself that it didn't turn me on thinking of my father and my best friend fucking...to watch his big, hard cock plunging in and out of my lover's sweet pussy. Tasha gasped as I slipped my index and middle fingers in her tight vagina, finger fucking her slow and deep as she eagerly pushed her hips forward. She was so warm and wet, almost sucking my fingers into her grasping cunt as she rode my fingers.

"You want him?" I murmured. "You want to feel my father's big cock in you, Tasha? You want him to fuck you good and hard, don't you?"

"Ohhh god, yes...yes..." Tasha moaned, bucking her hips against my hand. "I want him to fuck me, Chasey...I want his cock fucking me so hard...please...ooohh god, I'm going to...cum...cum...cummmming!"

I pulled my hand away and stuck my fingers in my mouth, licking off the sweet cream from each digit with relish. Tasha caught her breath and nuzzled close against me, sighing in satisfaction. In no time we were both dozing off, thoughts of not only each other but of the men we had finally found playing like a favored record in the back of our minds.

"Chasey Alexandra!" Tasha shouted from downstairs. "Get your sweet ass moving, we're going to be late meeting your dad!"

"All right, all right, I'll be right down!" I shouted back, taking a last look in the mirror. Feeling inspired by Tasha's sundress, I had changed into a white halter that tied around my neck, leaving my smooth shoulders and upper back bare. My breasts stood firm and perky even without a bra, and I blushed slightly as my nipples hardened to firm points, pushing through the fabric of my top. With the top I chose a short, mid-thigh length black skirt with a daring slit up the right side. I didn't bother to wear panties; I didn't want to. I pulled a brush through my hair until it shone and fell softly around my shoulders before rushing downstairs to join my impatient friend.

Tasha's brown eyes widened as she took me in. "Was I telling you to hurry? Maybe we have a couple minutes..."

"Quit it," I giggled. "Lets get going." 

It was well after noon by the time Tasha and I showed up at the station; we headed to my father's office, getting more than our fair share of glances and appreciative smiles. Daddy looked up as we entered the office, giving us a sweet, dimpled smile. His green eyes first ran over me, lingering over my bare thighs and shoulders, and then Tasha who noticeably preened under my father's gaze. 

"Hi, Daddy." I said, smiling back. 

"Hi, Riley." Tasha purred. I poked her in the side with my elbow and she stuck out her tongue, an evil little twinkle in her brown eyes.

"Hey, girls. You two are a sight for sore eyes," He grinned and pushed his papers away, standing. "Ready for some lunch?"

The three of us walked to the bar, a mid-sized establishment decorated for comfort and relaxation, the heady aroma of liquor and cigarette smoke pleasing our noses as we went in. We chose a booth in a secluded corner, the lighting around us dim and cozy; I sat to the left of Daddy, Tasha to his right. A lone man dressed in a gray business suit sat at the bar nursing a drink, and he turned to look at us with interest. His eyes were shifty; I could tell from where I was in my seat that he was drunk.

"That your boyfriend?" he asked, his unfocused eyes glancing in me and Tasha's general direction. My best friend and I exchanged looks.

"He's our boyfriend." I said, feigning indignation. A curl of excitement unfurled through my belly seeing the surprised look on the man's face. He was probably expecting us to respond father, not boyfriend, I thought with an inward chuckle. Definitely not expecting the both of us to be taken.

"That so?" The man slurred. "Yeah right. Daddy is takin his babies out to lunch."

"You think I would do this to my Daddy?" I asked and turned to my father, sliding my hand around his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. I was surprised and pleased when his warm hand slid up the length of my thigh, resting inches from my bare pussy. When we parted, he looked over at Tasha as if he just realized she was still there and flushed.

"Oh...Tasha..." he began but was silenced as my lover covered his mouth with hers. I watched with mixed feelings of jealousy and lust as my best friend's tongue pushed into my father's mouth, and her hand crept into his lap to squeeze his rising erection. The man at the bar snickered and turned his interest back to his drink.

Tasha and Daddy pulled away from each other, but her hand remained over the bulge in his pants. My pussy throbbed as she stroked and fondled him, her nipples hard and thrusting through the fabric of her sundress. Without the man at the bar watching, it was as if we were alone; the booth seemed to close us in and put us in our own world. A world where I was turned on seeing my best friend touch and tease my father to a hard, throbbing erection and the danger of anyone being able to see what was going on was present. I was more turned on than I had ever been; it was time to take things to the limit.

"Tasha," I murmured. She looked up, her brown eyes hazy with unsatisfied lust. "Come here."

With an eager smile, my lover met my mouth in front of my astonished father. I nuzzled her mouth open to play with her tongue, tasting her warm sweetness as we kissed with unbridled desire. My hand joined Tasha's over Daddy's bulge, and I firmly squeezed it as his breathing quickened. We heard the click of heels on the floor, and Tasha and I quickly pulled away as a cute waitress around twenty years old appeared in front of our table.

"Are you folks ready to order?" She drawled. We hadn't even glanced at our menus yet, and my father cleared his throat as he picked his up. His rock hard cock tented the front of his pants and I had no doubt the waitress saw it; she winked at me knowingly as he rattled off an order for us. She thanked us and headed off.

There were a few moments of awkward silence. "You knew?" Daddy murmured, looking at Tasha, referring to our 'special relationship'. She nodded and smiled. 

"And you two...?" 

"Extremely bisexual." I replied to his uncompleted question. He sat back looking more than a little dazed as the new information sank in, but it didn't escape me that his hard-on hadn't subsided. I needed to touch his cock again; my pussy was so wet the seat was slippery underneath me. Reaching over I unbuttoned his uniform pants and tugged them open, carefully pulling out his thick penis through the opening in his boxers. He made a weak attempt to stop me, but that stopped once I wrapped my fist around his shaft, slowly pulling up and down the length of his hot, throbbing steel. God, I loved touching him, feeling him pulse in my palm! I savored the look of pleasure that went through my father's face as I stroked his cock, Tasha intently watching us.

"Ohhh, sweetie...I'll cum if you keep rubbing me like that," he groaned softly. I tilted my head up to kiss him, accepting his probing tongue inside my mouth as I continued to pump him. Tasha, unable to just sit by, enclosed a hand around the upper half of his cock while I continued on the bottom, gently caressing his balls with my fingertips. We matched our strokes until my father was gasping in pleasure, pushing his hips up to meet our fists. His green eyes closed as he hardened in our stroking hands.

"I'm going to cum...ooohh god," he moaned. Tasha quickly bent down and enclosed her mouth around the pre-cum oozing tip, Daddy's hand coming down on the back of her head as he fucked her mouth, biting his lip to muffle his cry of pleasure as he came. She was wiping off a few spare droplets of his cream from her chin when the waitress appeared again, setting down our food. My father had a pleased smile on his handsome face as he finished tucking in his shirt and sat up to the table, looking to those around him like a little boy with a big secret.

"You folks enjoy your food." The waitress smiled over a mouthful of gum and left us. Tasha and I caught each other's eye over my father's shoulder as he heartily dug into his food.

"We'll enjoy much more than that." I murmured with a wink at my best friend.

This story is purely fiction; I have never had an incestuous experience (and really don't plan on having one either, lol - but have always wanted to write an incest story) Please vote for my story below, and if you do decide to vote low, please let me know why by sending a quick feedback email. I am seriously considering writing a Part Two, also. Feel free to let me know what you think! 

Thanx =)

Chasey