7 comments/ 224128 views/ 41 favorites Daddy Does It By: Mackie2006 Chapter 1 Hi, my name is Shiela. I'm a fun loving five foot seven, red haired, green eyed, eighteen year old. Despite my slim build, they tell me I'm rounded in all of the right places, and I'm good enough looking to have a steady stream of would be lovers trying to woo me. I have no intention of settling down any time soon, and at the same time, see no reason why I shouldn't avail myself of everything the opposite sex has to offer. But this story is not about me, it's about my Dad. I've lived with him ever since my Mother died when I was nine. He has been everything to me, and I'm sure that he has given up opportunities, just so he could be with me, to be able to take care of me. No matter what needs doing, Daddy does it. Many might think it is hilarious some times. After all, who would think of your father buying your first bra, mine did. He did the laundry too as well as cooking the meals and keeping the house clean. I'm sure that Dad loved my Mother, but if he mourned her passing, he kept it to himself. Of course, there were things we did together in her memory, like put flowers on her grave for her birthday and things like that. Dad never messed around with women either, despite a parade of women who made no secret that they would like to get him in their pants. Mom had told me that Dad had been quite the ladies' man when he was young, whatever she meant by that. Of course, all of this was something that didn't mean anything to me as I was growing up. Oh sure, there were the boys that wanted to show me theirs, if I would show them mine, and that could be fun. But that all changed when I started to become sexually active, I started to look at my Father as a sexual object. It became fun for me to watch him when he was around sexy women, especially when he would get a hard on. As well, I started to appreciate that my Father was a handsome man. He looked distinguished not like the casual good looks of the boys that I dated, but handsome nonetheless. I started to compare him with the young men that I knew, and while he was no athlete, he was well put together. When I was sixteen, we went to an afternoon garden party. There was a married woman there who was sexily dressed and was coming on to my Dad. She was really laying it on, and there was no doubt that she was trying to seduce him. Watching what was going on was turning me on, and when she reached down to feel his hard cock, I went off in my pants. That night when I was out with my current boyfriend, I damn near raped the poor guy. I'm afraid he didn't even know what hit him. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me, I wanted his cock in me now. That was accomplished by simply pulling his pants down without any ceremony, getting his cock deep in me as I straddled him, to fuck him silly. Did wonders for my reputation too, you know how boys will talk! It was more than a year later that I felt Dad's cock for myself, and that was an accident. But accident or no, I had felt it and it was big. That turned me on, but what really turned me on was the realization that this time, my Dad's erection was for me. That came as a shock! Despite the fact that my Father's hard on had been caused by my body, there was no question of that, or that the experience had turned me on my Dad never gave any sign that he was even aware of what had happened. It was a different boyfriend this time, but the result was the same, and he was the one who benefited. I was so horny, he simply couldn't satisfy me no matter how much he fucked me, and he did try, believe me. Dad had never done anything to me anyone would ever consider improper. He had never felt of me, or tried to get a peek at me as I was growing up and maturing. He must have worked at it, because I was an exhibitionist and I never caught him peeking. Modelling a skimpy play suit for Dad, I had whirled around, caught my heel in a rug and landed in his lap. That was when I felt his hard cock pressed against my ass. I was surprised at the revelation and mortified that I had fallen in my Father's lap, no doubt hurting him. Up until that time, I had no idea that my Father ever noticed my development as a woman. Of course, I wanted to be noticed by the man that I loved all of my life more than anyone else. But I had never had any idea that he might be looking at me and lusting for my body. At the time it surprised me, but I was so busy scrambling out of his lap that I didn't have time to sort out the implications. Nothing changed in the way that Dad related to me, but my relationship with him was changed forever. There was proof positive that he wanted me, not to pat me on the head like a good little girl, but to fuck me like a real woman. And if he wanted me, that is what I wanted too. I wanted to please my Daddy in every way that I could. At the same time, I became something of a bitch, doing whatever I could to turn him on, and watching his crotch to see if it was working. That was when I gave him little peeks at my treasures, or little demonstrations of the horny little slut I was becoming. There was ample evidence that he was getting turned on by my little revelations, but he never made a move to do anything about it, or even speak of it. On the other hand, I wanted to fuck him. I wanted his hands all over my body. I wanted him doing all kinds of erotic things to me. I had never been with a mature man, but had this fantasy that a grown man would know what to do to drive me crazy, not experiment with me for their own pleasure like the guys I knew had been doing. Of course, I knew that our fucking would be incest and I knew that was immoral if not actually illegal. I knew too that tampering with the gene pool was not a good idea at the best of times. Maybe I was overconfident, but I had confidence in my birth control method, and it had never let me down so far, even though it had been tested often since I started fucking. I had no intention of getting pregnant, and the stricture of incest didn't bother me either. I wasn't about to rape my Father. That might have been OK with some boyfriends, but would never do for him. I started a undercover program to seduce my Dad. I went out of my way to make myself agreeable to him, hugging him, 'accidentally' rubbing against him, and becoming a little 'careless' with my clothing. I started to check on the TV programs my Father was watching, and when I found he was watching a program I liked, I sat with him on the sofa. Gradually I started sitting closer to him until he had to feel the heat of my body beside his own. Sometimes, I would give Dad a kiss on the cheek as I got up from the sofa at the end of the program. Once, when the program was pretty scary, I asked Dad to put his arm around me and I cuddled up to him, pretending to be afraid. Before long, I always cuddled up to him when watching TV. It was kind of fun to see Dad's reaction to what I was doing. He never objected to anything I did, but he never started anything on his own either. One time when I noticed that he was really turned on, I reached down and put my hand on his hard cock. He didn't do or say anything, nor did I. From that time on, my hand was on his cock just about every time we watched TV, and nothing was ever said about it. Gradually, our sessions started getting more and more intimate until one evening, I simply reached down, undid his pants and released his cock, then held it until the end of the program. Nothing was said, and after the program was over, I started to stroke his cock until he climaxed. It was hard to fathom what he was thinking, but it was obvious from his moans that he really enjoyed what I was doing, even though he didn't say anything. That made me thing that Dad was never going to do any thing to me, the way things were now anyway. I had just about done everything I could to him, and I certainly wasn't satisfied with what I had accomplished. I mused about what I could do for some time. A couple of nights later, I slipped into Dad's bed naked, in the middle of the night while he was sound asleep. I had gone to bed early, and got some sleep before crawling into bed with Dad. I was too excited to sleep, but pretended to be fast asleep. I thought he would never wake up but he did eventually to find me "sleeping" beside him, one arm lightly on top of his shoulders, my bare tits against his back. He laid there, still for the longest time. I would have given a lot to know if he had a hard on, but I couldn't find that out without giving my game away. Eventually, Dad's free hand started softly exploring my body. Starting on my arm, his hand slid up until he came to my shoulder, then he started down my back until he came to my ass. His hand lingered there a while cupping the cheeks and lightly sliding a finger up the crack of my ass. He rubbed the back of his hand on my pubic hair, and then started back up the front of me until he encountered my tit. That held his attention for quite a while, exploring it ever so tenderly with his finger tips including gently teasing the nipple. I was really getting turned on, but still determined to follow this charade wherever it might take me, I made every effort to remain "asleep." Dad made a move to reposition himself on the bed, and in my "sleep" I too repositioned myself with him. He ended up on his left side with his arm under me, while I ended up on my back, with my legs spread slightly. One thing that happened as we were rolling around was that his erection came in contact with my hip, and I could tell that he was really hard with some pre-cum on the head of it. That made me even hornier, and while I moaned slightly, still had the presence of mind to stay "asleep". Dad froze when I moaned, but after a minute or two, he began to move his hand again, thoroughly examining both of my tits. Then his hand slid down my belly, stopped a moment at my belly button and then went on to my pubic area. I'm not one of the women who shave all of their cunt, but I had shaved my labia and trimmed the pubic area to a neat little patch. My pubic hair didn't interest him for long, and he began sliding one of his long fingers down the crack of my cunt. It took all of my will power to remain still while he did that. When Dad very gently slid one finger into my cunt, I was so wet that I thought the game was up. I was sopping wet, and the cunt juice was running down past my asshole. I though for sure that he would know that I was too wet to be asleep, but if he did know, he didn't let on. Taking his finger out of me, he began feeling my cunt with his fingers. His cock was now laying on my hip and the pre-cum was definitely pooling on my belly. I could take that, but when he started rubbing my clit, that was too much, and I could feel the tell tale beginnings of an orgasm building up somewhere deep inside of me. There was no way that I could sleep through an orgasm so began "waking up"! The moment I started moving Dad froze, stopped moving completely, but I was too far gone by this time to let that bother me. I rolled him on his back, got on top of him, and reaching through my legs grabbed his cock. Easing down on his cock, I drove it to the hilt in my pussy and began stroking with it. He didn't move a muscle, but that didn't matter, I orgasmed on the second or third stroke. It didn't take him much longer to cum. We laid there for a few moments after we had both cum until I reached up and firmly kissed him on the lips, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Looking into his eyes I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but when I offered one of my tits to him to suck, he took it gently in his hand and began sucking on the hardened nipple. It felt wonderful. When I could feel his cock softening, I grabbed him hard and rolled over with him still in me. He stayed motionless for a few moments until I made a little thrust with my ass, and he started to pick up a rhythm. Soon he was holding me by the shoulders, my legs were wrapped around him and he was pounding into my cunt like you wouldn't believe. At the same time, he was telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. I loved it, and met his every thrust to the hilt, my little pubic patch slapping against his matted tangle of pubic hair. My cunt was filled with his slippery cum, and that made it feel different somehow. I had a fabulous orgasm, and that reaction pushed my Father over the edge, his cum spurting into me for a second time. I milked every drop of his semen from him with my cunt muscles as he was coming down, resting exhausted on top of me. When he had rested a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock out of me and rolled over on his side, I spooned my ass up to him, my head on his arm and my eyes closed. If I wasn't in heaven, it was the closest thing to it that I had ever experienced. There was nothing said, there was no need to say any thing, and what could you say anyway? We just laid there filled with the satisfaction of our mutually spent passion. Eventually, Dad kissed me softly on my shoulder at the base of my neck, and his hand began wandering over my tits and my belly until it ended up on my little pubic patch. It lay still there for a while until another kiss intruded, and a finger was extended down the slit of my cunt. Everything was sopping wet and slippery with cum. Dad was hard again by this time. I could feel Dad thrusting his hard cock at my soaked pussy as he was holding me tight. I was surprised when his cock found the mark and slid into my tunnel of love, all the way. It was as if he was surprised too because he stopped and remained motionless for the longest time before starting to thrust his cock into me. It really felt wonderful! Sure, there was something to be said for the wild and wanton sex of our previous encounters, but this was on a different level. I was comfortable, lying on my left side, and this wonderful cock was shoving into me, reaching into my vitals, while I was held protectively in strong arms. I felt really secure and didn't have to do anything except to feel good about the things that were happening to me. Dad fucked me for the longest time, steadily at the same rhythm while holding me tight and showering my neck and shoulders with a lot of light, feel good kisses. Three or four strokes before he reached his orgasm, he started speeding up, and reaching deeper, trying to get further into me. I reached an OK orgasm when he did that but nothing like the earth shaking orgasms we had shared earlier. That was it, he was thoroughly fucked for the first time in what was probably ten years. I wiggled my ass back to try and get even closer to him and the ocean of cum we had made was all over the both of us. Grabbing the arm that was draped over me, I tried to pull him even closer to me and snuggle into his warmth. Shockingly to me, even though I had only wanted to show my love for my Father and gratitude for all that he had done for me over the years, it turned out that he was by far the best sexual partner I had ever had. As we were lying there, my eyes were closed, and all I wanted to do was sleep. As if reading my mind, Dad pulled a comforter over us, and we drifted off. Chapter 2 It was mid morning when I was awakened by my Father gently fingering my cunt, and when he saw that I was awake, he became much more aggressive taking charge of what was going on. He shoved one of his long fingers into my cunt and began working the second one into me. I was in heaven, the man I loved, I adored, was making use of me for his pleasure, what more could I ask? By this time he had managed to get a third finger into me, and with those three big fingers in my cunt, it really filled me up. I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand. You could see a little drop of pre-cum forming around the pee hole, and I gently rolled the foreskin back. This was a novelty for me because all of the guys I knew had been circumcised and I wanted to get a better look at it About this time Dad pulled his fingers out of my cunt, and rolled on top of me. I hung on to his cock, and when he was in position, rubbed the head of it vigorously up and down my pussy crack three or four times before positioning it at the entrance to my vagina. He gave a big heave, impaling me on his cock. What our technique lacked in finesse, it certainly was effective and served its purpose. We both wanted to fuck, there was no question of that, now that my Dad was taking an active part in my little scheme, we only had to sort out how he felt about all of this. At this moment, all of these questions were academic. My Dad had wakened me, he had instigated this sexual activity and at this very moment, every inch of his cock was buried deep in my cunt, ready to fuck my tonsils loose! Being what I am, I stopped everything cold as I grabbed my Father, kissed him hard, told him that I loved him, and asked him to fuck me, just as hard. He replied that he loved me too, more than anything in the world, and then went about fulfilling my request doing a wonderful job of it. I'm not sure, but it seems to me that his orgasm took place after my fourth. Our dilemma was that we had just fucked, actually a mind altering coming together of two bodies, and we had no basis to talk about it. I knew that this wasn't going to be a tearful berating of a parent for betraying all that was holy with his abused offspring. But just how would it play out? I didn't know. When he came, Dad lowered his body on to mine, and I went to work milking the cum out of him with my cunt muscles. His cock eventually shrivelled up and slipped out of me. We rolled together on to our sides, and laid there looking at each other in their eyes. 'I love you Daddy!' I told him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He told me that he loved me, and kissed me too. After that, he took me by the hand and led me to the shower, and washed every part of me very carefully, something that he has been doing a good part of my life. When he finished bathing me and drying me with a big towel, I threw a bathrobe on and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, something Dad had always done before but I felt I owed him. Dad showed up a few minutes later when I was about ready to serve the bacon and eggs. Nothing was said about our sexual encounters while we were eating, and later as I was cleaning off the table. 'Thank you for the nice breakfast,' he said giving me a knowing little feel of my ass. Damned if I was going to talk about it if he wasn't going to, but our life went on that day just like it had before. There was no question but what I had seduced my Father successfully, he just didn't talk about it, or even acknowledge it. When I cuddled with him on the couch watching TV, he put his hand on my belly, but made no effort to do anything more than that, except he kissed me a little more often than usual during the evening. When it came time to go to bed I didn't know what to do, there was no way I was going to back down after going this far, but I needn't have worried. When the TV show was over, he simply took me in his arms and felt my cunt, slowly drawing one of those fingers of his through the slit. One touch from him and I knew where I was going, no need to ask questions. He fucked me three times that night and I had another visit to paradise. The guy was amazing. He seemed to always have some erotic trick up his sleeve, and every one was wonderful. He never started two sessions alike, and no matter how it started, there was no telling how it would end except that it was usually spectacular for me. More than that, he seemed to be able to judge my moods, and how to proceed to please me totally. As time went on, I never found him to be at a loss for ideas about what to do, and he never lost his firm but gentle touch. I learned that his bedroom was our playground and our play stayed there for the most part. Around others, there was no hint that anything had changed between us. Daddy Does It It was pretty much up to me to open up new ground between us, and gradually we began to talk about sexual things. I found that he had little if any idea about oral sex, but little by little, I was able to overcome that. The first time I went down on him, professing to take a close look at the way his foreskin covered the glans, I slid it back and quickly popped the head of it in my mouth. He was surprised to say the least, but before he could tell me to take it out of my mouth, I started to swirl my tongue around it. That changed things, and before he came in my mouth, you couldn't get it out of there if you tried. He seemed to be amazed that I could take so much of his cock in my mouth, and was totally blown away when I swallowed his come. Of course I learned these things from girl talk in my circle of friends, and the ready supply of guys who were always more than willing to let us practice on them. After my Father's introduction to the joys of oral sex, it was not hard to convince him that a girl's cunt enjoyed the texture of a tongue too. I must admit that Dad had some really skilled fingers when it came to the titillation of female genitalia, but I still preferred a tongue. That skill took him a bit longer, but in time he became pretty good at it. He was surprised that licking my cunt turned him on as much as it did. He could never get enough of the smell of my cunt whether it was from his head buried in it, or the smell of it on his hands. One other thing, when I brought up the subject of fucking me up the dirt chute he thought that I was a pervert. I dismissed it as nothing much, while he thought that it was unnatural, and, well, dirty. I have to say that my Dad is a good sport, and he agreed to try it. I told him that most men liked ass fucking and some women did too. I explained that men found it much tighter to fuck a woman in her ass than in her cunt, and many liked it for that reason. One night when Dad seemed a little bit friskier than usual, I knelt on the edge of the bed and had him fuck me. When the cum started seeping out of my cunt, I wet my fingers in it, and started to lubricate my asshole with cum. Watching me doing this kept Dad as stiff as an iron rod, and when I had finished, I had him shove his cock back in my cunt to get it slick with his cum. Then I had him shift his attention to my asshole, gently pressing his cock up against my little rosebud. With a little pressure the head popped in, and having warned Dad to take it easy, he gradually worked his shaft into me. He liked the feel of it, and when I started working with him, he started to really fuck me, exploding his cum deep in my bowels. While he liked it, he couldn't get over the idea that it was somehow dirty, and besides, he said that there was nothing wrong with ordinary fucking. I had no problem with that, one way or the other, and if it was fucking he wanted, it was fucking he would get, probably more than he really ever wanted. I was getting more fucking than ever before, and good fucking too, not like the boys I had always dated. Dad instinctively knew what he was doing, and he knew how to please me in the process, taking the time to make sure that my needs were taken care of. As life went on, we became more comfortable with each other, and able to talk about any subject, no matter how intimate. We had many deep conversations about all manner of things from anatomy to politics to sex to anything that might come up, even religion. I graduated from high school that summer but rather than go to college, I decided to stay home. Dad was not the world's best housekeeper even though he really tried. We talked about it, and decided the place needed some renovations as well as a thorough house cleaning. So I took over that summer and coordinated the comings and goings of contractors who tore the place apart while I was cleaning it from top to bottom. Eventually we had h a modernized home, with lots of new things, where everything worked as it should for a change and it was sparkling clean, if I do say so myself. It was quite a change for me, from schoolgirl to house wife overnight, but I relished the change. I pretty well knew how to do everything that I had to do around the house already, although it was something else to have to contend with the contractors. Dad helped me with that, but warned me not to get involved with any of them. If one takes your fancy, wait until the job is finished before you get involved, he told me, and I followed his advice, except once when I was really horny. He was only a helper in his mid thirties and really well built. It was hot, and if anything it seemed that made me hornier. He sensed that I was horny and he took me bent over a table, brutally, but that is what we both wanted at the time. I never saw him again and never asked his boss about him either, even though I would have loved to. I was surprised, I would have thought that my getting fucked by the contractor's guy would have quenched my desire for sex for a while at least, but that night I was hornier than usual. So much so that Dad commented on it, but I didn't tell him what had happened. When my father was fucking me that night, all I could think of was this guy, the way that he was supremely confident that I was horny and he could fuck me. I have no udea how he knew, but he was right of course, and when he grabbed me, he grabbed one of my tits in a vice like grip that hurt, but turned me on like I couldn't believe. He kissed me, not a gentle lover's kiss but hard, and demanding. Putting his arm around my back, he pushed me toward the table, and when we got there, he pushed my upper body down on the table. He then undid my shorts and slid them and my panties to my knees. He dropped his own pants and taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed it roughly up and down my sopping cunt slit a couple of times. When the head of his cock passed over my clit on its way down, I climaxed which he took as a sign to shove his cock into me in one vicious thrust! I came again when he hit bottom. He then slammed into me, his hands on my hips, his belly audibly slapping against my ass on every stroke. I couldn't take much of this and came again, just as he did. He pulled up his pants and went back to work without saying another word. I pulled up my panties to keep his cum in me until I could get to the shower, my cunt still tingling. I had never quit dating completely after Dad and I had become intimate, and yes, sometimes I fucked my date. It all depended on how things went. Sometimes I felt sorry for the guy, horny as hell, and let him have me. Other times I got turned on and wanted to get fucked. There was no set criteria, but there was one thing that was different, I always got home early where I knew that Dad was waiting with some goodies for me. It was funny, I even fucked one guy, just because it looked like he wasn't going to quit trying, it was getting late and I wanted to get home to Dad. It was kind of funny the first time I came home with a cunt full of cum, and hopped into bed with my Dad. I'm sure that it was an effort for him, but he never said anything about it, and he went on to fuck me. After that, he would talk to me about my sexploits as he called them, if I wanted to talk about them. He wanted to know that I knew what I was doing, more concerned about disease than me getting laid by someone else. I wanted to go to college, but I didn't want to give up what I had going with my Father. Who hasn't heard about the sexcapades at college, but these were usually the young people with limited sexual experience away from home for the first time, feeling free to explore their sexuality. That was just like me before I crawled into bed with my Dad. I had learned an awful lot from him since then, and some from the boys I was dating too. I thought that I would take a pass on college for now, and see what the future would bring. I think that both my Dad and I held the idea that what we were enjoying was but a chapter in our lives, to be enjoyed for now, but not something that would dominate the future. Dad was never much for going out. I guess losing Mom and taking care of me all those years had taken care of his desire for the social side of life, but when we were out together, it was often assumed that my Father was with a younger woman and I was the girlfriend. I had often idly thought that it would even be possible for us to move somewhere where we were not known and set up housekeeping as husband and wife with kids and all of that. It was only a lovely daydream on my part, and I never even mentioned it to my Father, afraid perhaps that he would go along with it, if he thought that was what I wanted. No, I decided, what Dad and I had was wonderful for the moment, but it was not for life, or at least it was not the life I wanted for myself. I decided that what I needed was a job, something to earn money to stash away while living here with my Father. I could work a year or two or three and go to college then. After that I could decide what to do, probably settle down with a husband and have some kids before my biological clock pointed to overtime. I had often complained to Dad about the maturity of the boys that I dated, he only laughed and told me to look in the mirror. He told me that I was not the eighteen year old that had crawled into his bed only months earlier. I had learned a lot since then, and the boys were the same, they needed someone to teach them. He told me that for him, young girls were only good to look at. They were beautiful to look at but had no idea how to please a man. I had learned how to do that in those months. A while later, Dad brought a guy home for supper that he knew at work. His name was Eric and I guessed he was in his mid twenties. I don't know what Dad told him, but he said that he wanted to meet me. By the time he had been in the house ten minutes, he had kissed me, patted my ass and felt both my tits. It wasn't that I didn't like what he did, or to say that he wasn't going to get into me, but not tonight! He was just too damn sure of himself. But before the evening was over he did get a nice feel, a blow job and he promised to call me. He called the very next evening. He wanted to come right over. but I put him off despite a little twitch in my pussy, and we made a date to go dancing on the week end. I suspect that Dad was talking to him at work, maybe even trying to set me up with him. Eric picked me up Saturday evening and we went to a bar that he said had a nice big dance floor. There was a female singer with a three piece band and it was quite nice. We danced, had some drinks and held hands. He gave me a couple of feels including one when he ran a couple of fingers up my ass crack, pausing slightly when his fingertip brushed my asshole. We stopped at his place on the way home. It was supposed to be to show me his apartment, but I'm pretty sure that he only wanted to show me the ceiling in his bedroom. We had a quickie at his place and another quickie when he took me home. All in all, it was a nice evening, and I enjoyed everything, including the sex. Dad asked me what had happened, and was amused by all of this when I told him. He told me that I owed the lad a decent fuck, to forget my games, he might just give up on me if I didn't take proper care of him. Jokingly, I asked my Father if he wanted to give Eric a hand fucking me, and he replied, willingly if that is what it takes to get the guy fucked properly. Chapter 3 About this time I got a job in a factory and I was put with an older woman, Madge, to learn the job. This lady was a treasure trove of information, very little of it pertaining to the job, and she knew all about that too. In less than a week I knew she was thirty-seven, everything about the job, all about her kids who were teenagers by now, all about her ex-husband who she still banged from time to time and the sluts that he was fucking. Madge was still a good looking woman. Sure she had a few extra pounds here and there but that only made you feel more comfortable with her. She always dressed rather conservatively, but in good taste. Her ready smile was probably her greatest attribute. When I was talking to Madge, I asked her why she was still fucking her ex-husband? She replied that she had nothing against him, she just couldn't live with the guy. They have two kids that they are raising, and she is over there quite a bit to take care of what the kids need. If she happens to feel horny while there, and he is in the mood, why not, besides, she said he is a good fuck. She wanted to know if I wanted to fuck him because she told me that she could set it up. You and I could fuck him in a threesome, if you wanted to, he really likes that. I told her that I didn't want to fuck her ex but I was intrigued and would like to meet him. She told me that she even knew where her ex kept his money in the house. She had a key and would just take the money she needed to buy things for his house and their kids. He trusted her to do that. She had a nice little apartment of her own near where we worked, and her children were always welcome there, but they preferred to stay with their father in the family home. She told me that she sometimes even recruited girls for her ex. She said that he liked trashy sluts, the younger and sluttier the better. She said he liked that kind of life style better than having a live in home maker. One day when her car was in the garage, Madge got a ride to work with me, and after work we picked up a couple of things the kids needed to drop off for them. I met her ex alright! As she showed me around the house, he followed me everywhere. I was only there about half an hour and I think that I could have charged him with indecent assault at least twice. Once, he snuck up on me from behind and plunged his hand in the top of my dress, grabbing my tit with his cold hand. Another time he slipped his hand up my leg from behind, and before I could do anything about it, he had slipped his hand under the crotch of my panties, feeling my cunt. Not even mentioning the time that he kind of lovingly ran his hand up the crack of my ass. Finally, I had to get Madge to tell him to leave me alone, I wasn't interested and with that he went sulking off to his bedroom. The kids came home a few minutes later so I met them and Madge gave them the things she had bought for them before we left to drive home. On the way, Madge was teasing me about her ex, telling me to admit it, he turned me on. I told her that guys like that just turned me off, they were so sure of themselves. I told her the only time I succumbed to a guy like that was the time with the contractor's man, and yes, that time had been great, but somehow that time seemed different. She told me that I really should try her ex sometime, he really was a great fuck. Eric came over that evening and when the TV program that we were watching was over, I took him to my bedroom where he gave me a pretty serious fucking over in the missionary position. When all of the after play was over, I put a house coat on and showed him to the door where he kissed me goodnight before leaving. I went back upstairs, had a piss in the bathroom to get most of his cum out of my cunt, and washed it good with a wash cloth, then dried everything with a towel. Leaving the house coat in the bathroom, I went naked into Dad's room where I found him in bed reading with his little reading light. He greeted me, put up his book and patted the bed beside him as an invitation for me to sit there. I sat down beside him on the bed and bent over to kiss him. I felt kind of strange, I was horny and felt warm, but it wasn't the kind of horny that makes you want to fuck in a frenzy. It felt more like I wanted to be held, or to be fucked gently, no rushing towards orgasm. My Dad happened to put his arm around my waist and stuck his tongue in my belly button. Fate intruded again. He was lying on his back, so I swung my body over his in the sixty-nine position. He got the message and began to eat me almost tenderly. In turn, I played with his cock rolling the foreskin back and forth, then played with his balls squeezing them gently, but I didn't suck him off. He was doing a commendable job on my pussy with his tongue and I was beginning to wiggle my ass around, a reliable indication that an orgasm was not too far away. He was lapping my clit like a kitten lapping a saucer of cream, and every time the rough ridges of his tongue passed over my clit, my whole body jerked. I couldn't help it, I had no control over it, and every time it happened I got closer to my orgasm. I reached my orgasm but by that time he was starting to hurt me. I got off of him, and laid down beside him on my side with my ass pointed in his direction. He quickly got the message, shoved his cock into me, and started fucking me while his free hand roamed over my body. I'm pretty sure that Dad realized that I was horny, but he was aware that I had just fucked Eric and probably thought it was Eric fucking me that caused it. Truth be told, it wasn't either Dad or Eric that was turning me on, it was a combination of three things. I had never even thought of two of them before, but they had been constantly on my mind this evening. First was the contractor that had fucked me over the table, feeling like I had been taken by a power that I had little or no control over, almost like being raped. Then there was Madge's ex, I didn't like the bastard, but knew I was going to fuck him if I got the chance, but it would be when I wanted it not him. I even had a few errant glimpses in my mind's eye of turning him on so I could cut the horny bastard off, driving him crazy. Then there was another vision that ran through my mind of Madge and I with her ex. These visions had been running through my mind all evening, kind of mixing together then drifting apart. Dad was still fucking me gently from behind while toying with my tits, but it was really my thoughts that were getting me worked up. Dad let go of my tits, and wandered down my belly, sliding a finger into my cunt slit where he gently teased my clit, hiding under its protective hood. That got my notice, and coupled with the overwhelming erotic thoughts that had been coursing through my mind, I experienced a mind blowing orgasm. My orgasm triggered my Father's. He reached up to turn the light off, and we drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried deep in my cum filled cunt. I really had it all that fall and winter. My job gave me money and working experience. Living at home with Dad meant that I had practically no expenses. I slept with my Father every night except those nights that Eric slept over with me. I encouraged both of them to fuck me as much as they could. It seemed like I was always horny, ready to fuck instantly, teasing my companions, trying to provoke them into fucking me more often. Eric's role in my life right then was taking care of most of my social life, taking me dancing or to the odd party. Sometimes we fucked when he brought me home, and he would go home. Other times, he might stay the night, and leave in the morning. Sometimes he would come over to the house for the evening, and that could result in almost anything from a quickie to staying overnight. His role in my sex life was taking care of the heavy fucking. His cock was bigger than Dad's and his sex was more energetic. His idea of sex was strictly the missionary position, and to him it had to be demanding physically. I sometimes dated other guys, but not very often, and whether they became a part of my sex life depended on how I felt about it at the moment. Sometimes they got lucky, but it didn't happen too often. At this point in my life, the sex was for recreation, settling down was too far in the future to even think about now. That seemed to be what my sex partners wanted as well, Dad was the only one who spoke about his love for me. Daddy Does It Madge's car was getting older, and she told me that it needed to go back to the garage again, they hadn't fixed it properly before. I didn't tell her, but I was more than willing to take her around because I wanted to see more of her ex. I picked her up at the garage in the morning when she dropped her car off, but when we went there to pick it up after work, they told her that the part it needed had to come from South America, and would take two weeks to get. She groaned, and I thought to myself that would be ample time to see where the path to her ex would lead. Two days later, we stopped around at her ex's place. He met us at the door and ignoring Madge called me the girl with the flaming snatch, and grabbed my cunt in his cupped hand. I was wearing jeans, and this wasn't going anywhere without my cooperation, but before I could get away from him, he dug his fingers into the fleshy part of my cunt, trying to turn me on through the heavy denim fabric. He was doing a good job of it too, but I wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction of letting him know that. Madge told her ex-husband to behave, and looking him in the eye, I told him that he never seemed to give up. He replied that I was right, he never gave up, but he didn't seem to be offended. On the way home, Madge told me that she was surprised, her ex always seemed to know instinctively the women he could fuck, and those were the ones he came on to, if he wanted them. I told her that he was wasting his time with me, I didn't go for guys like that, not telling her that was his approach that was wrong, not that I didn't want to fuck him and would when I felt the time was right for me. The next time we visited, Madge told me that her ex wanted to fuck her, and did I mind? I told her no, that she should go ahead and have fun. She asked me if I wanted to join in or watch them that I should feel free to do so. I told her I would like to watch because I had never seen anybody fuck, if they didn't mind, but I didn't want to join in the fun. They got naked, he got on top of her, rubbed the big head of his cock up and down her fat cunt a couple of times before shoving it to the hilt in her. Her body jerked when his cock hit bottom, and he held it there, still, for what seemed like a long time before starting to move. Madge had told me to feel free to do anything I wanted, to look at, or touch anything I wanted. They had settled into a steady rhythm and I was intrigued with his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. I moved closer to get a better look because I had never seen a man's cock from this angle, and was surprised at what it looked like. Forgetting for the moment that I didn't want to get involved with this guy, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, then felt his balls, squeezing them gently. I became intrigued with Madge's cunt that was touching my fingers every stroke, and put three of my fingers beside his cock so that they went into her cunt at every stroke. That turned me on, and it must have turned her on too because she started vocalizing and promptly reached orgasm seconds before he did. He pulled out of her, quickly got up and grabbed me. I was wearing a knee length skirt, and he grabbed me with one hand, turned me around with the other and stuffed his still hard cock between my legs from behind. I could feel the big head of his cock thrusting against the crotch of my panties, and his cum on the shaft of it rubbing on my bare leg, less than an inch from my cunt. He was trying hard to fuck me, and I guess he figured he had me for sure, but I remembered an old trick I had heard of. Instead of trying to defend myself, I went on the offensive. I moved quickly, grabbed his cock and twisted it downward as hard as I could. Soft, a pecker just hangs down, but hard, it is very painful when you force it down. He really yelped, and when the pain had his undivided attention, I let go, scuttling out of his way as quickly as I could, fearing retribution. "What the fuck did you do that for?" he asked, then threatened me with dire consequences if he ever got his hands on me. By this time I had made good my escape and was standing in the open doorway and I told him that it wouldn't be a good idea for him to try to hold his breath while waiting to get his hands on me. I was really mad and went and sat in the car with the doors locked, waiting for Madge. But what surprised me, I was really, super horny too! I was so horny, I wanted to go right back in there and fuck the brains out of the guy. On the way home, Madge was trying to tell me that he really didn't mean anything by what he did, he was only playing around. That did it for me and I told her that he had come within an inch of raping me. If that wasn't serious enough for her, it sure as hell was for me. On top of that, I told her that I beat him at his own game, and if I had not been able to do that, I surely would have been fucked by him without my consent, and that was rape as I understood it. When I let Madge off at her place, I was still so horny that I drove over to Eric's place to see if he was home. He was and he wanted to know what was up, why was I at his place at this time of the afternoon? I told him that I didn't think a horny girl really needed to have a reason to visit at any time. We started undressing at the door, and were naked by the time we got to his bed. No foreplay was needed and a good time was had by all. As I have said many times, when Eric fucks you, you really know that you have been fucked. I was still horny when Dad and I went to bed later that evening. He commented on how horny I was and he fucked me three more times before we finally drifted off to sleep. At least Dad slept well the whole night long. I did too, like a log, it had been a day to remember. The next day I felt differently about my run in with Madge's ex, not that I wanted to fuck him, but maybe he had reason to think I would be willing. I was still pissed off that he tried to fuck me without my consent, but after all, I had my hand on his cock only moments before. When I picked Madge up to go to work, I talked to her about wanting to apologise, and asked her to set it up on the way home from work. When we arrived at Ryan's place. He was entertaining a couple of his half naked slutty girl friends. It didn't seem to bother Madge at all, she was talking to him and the girls. One of the girls had her shoulders on a table with her head lying on her arms while Ryan was fucking her in her ass. It only took Madge less than a minute to get out of her clothes and get involved. Positioning her body on a chair and sliding under the girl's body, she started sucking one of the girl's tits and rubbing her clit with a finger. The other girl got on her knees between Madge's legs and started to eat out her cunt. I wondered what to do with myself. I didn't want to miss whatever would happen, and didn't want a repeat performance of yesterday's debacle. So I got a chair and sat down near where the action was going on. They didn't pay any attention to me, I just sat there and watched Ryan's big cock going in and out of the girl's asshole making her cunt kind of wink at me. While Madge was doing her thing, the other girl was busily slurping at Madge's cunt, and I just sat there. It didn't turn me on as much as I thought it might, and I had no desire to join in with them, probably because of my earlier experiences here. But Ryan, Madge's ex was a really energetic fuck, busily stuffing his cock into that girl's ass. When he finally came and the little group broke up, Ryan nodded to me and told me that Madge had told him that I wanted to talk to him. I replied that was correct, I wanted to set the record straight over what had happened the previous day. After I had a chance to think about it, I could see where he had some reason to think that I would go along with what he tried to do. I wanted him to know that if and when the time came that I wanted him to fuck me, he would be the first to know, but until that time I wanted him to keep his hands off of me. Fair enough, he replied that there was no offence taken. He came over to me and shook hands. It looked funny shaking hands with him completely naked, his big cock bobbing around, while I was completely dressed for the street, and the other three women were in various states of nakedness. We left them to their games to go home. Madge was complaining about being horny, that she hadn't been able to get off with Ryan and his little group, so I offered to see if Eric was interested in fucking her. Chapter 4 When Eric answered his door, I introduced Madge to him, and asked him if he would be interested in fucking her? I had found that Eric was twenty-seven and that made Madge ten years his senior. She was not too bad to look at for a middle aged woman, but she had put on a few extra pounds here and there. I could see that Eric was appraising her with his eyes, when Madge simply grabbed him, kissing him and grabbing his cock at the same time. Eric never knew what hit him! Madge propelled him to the bedroom and had him and herself undressed before getting there. I followed along, kind of amused at this turn of events and not wanting to miss anything. Madge was a force of nature, she had Eric on the bed and her lips wrapped around his cock, her head bobbing up and down in less time than I would have thought possible. It was hardly likely that Eric was wandering around his apartment with a hard on when we got here, but it was hard now, and in less time than it takes to tell about it, she was astride him, sitting on his cock, while churning her hips in a circular fashion teasing her nipples with her fingers. The scene was incredibly erotic to me and I couldn't help myself, I slipped my hand in my pants and was furiously rubbing my clit. Maybe it was because I knew these people, but whatever it was, I was helplessly horny. I wondered what was going on too because Eric was flat on his back and his thing was the missionary position. Both Eric and Madge reached orgasm accompanied by a lot of vocalizing, and I made it too without the sound effects, but feeling a bit woozy from coming so hard. Madge told us that it was my turn and began stripping the clothes off of me. Eric made no objection, but true to his custom, mounted me in the missionary position. He seemed to be turned on, and he gave me a good fucking. All the while, Madge was playing with my tits, teasing his nipples, fingering my asshole and playing her little games with the both of us. Eric called time out for coffee after we both reached our orgasms. Madge bounced off the bed still naked and went to the kitchen to make the coffee. We followed, and the three of us sat around the table with nothing on, drinking our coffee. Madge said that it was a good thing that nobody wanted bacon, alluding to our nakedness and the way grease spatters when frying bacon. Then she started to complain that she was hungry and she wanted more fucking. I told her no way Jose, I had to go home, when Eric suggested that he had lots of stuff, if she wanted to cook it, and the night was young if she wanted more fucking. He said that he would be pleased to take her home whenever she had enough. I went home, and although he didn't ask, Dad had been wondering why I was so late. I told him that I had been out with Madge, which was the gospel truth, and that seemed to satisfy him. When we went to bed and Dad was fucking me all I could think about was my very first threesome that afternoon. The next morning when I picked up Madge, she was all excited about her night with Eric. She told me that she had cooked a nice meal, then they fucked and sucked the night away, he had dropped her off on his way to work this morning. She said that it was good for a girl's soul to have a night like that once in a while, but just not too often. I knew what she meant, when Eric fucked you, you stayed fucked. After work, Madge begged off stopping at Ryan's as we had planned, saying that she was just too tired. I thought to myself that self might as well go home and get some housework done, that was about all the excitement that was in store for me this evening. I got some work done and spent a quiet evening with Dad watching TV. He was especially loving when we went to bed, and I enjoyed it, but it wasn't like the super sex we often shared. We stopped at Ryan's place on the way home from work the following day. He was alone, and when he greeted Madge with a kiss and a feel, he wanted to know if it was all right to do the same for me. Smiling, I said it was ok, as long as he behaved himself. He kissed me and ran his hand up my leg and when I didn't offer any objection, slipped his hand under my panty and felt my cunt for a moment. It felt as if I was in control, and had nothing to fear about his doing something I didn't want. He wanted to fuck Madge, and I sat in a nearby chair to watch while he fucked her. As she was getting dressed afterward, he jokingly asked me if I had learned anything watching them? I replied that I had learned that it was a whole lot more exciting to be doing it rather than just watching. He told me that all I had to do was say the word and I could have the game any time I wanted it. When he kissed me goodbye, he slipped his tongue in my mouth and gave my cunt a really good feel, rubbing my clit gently. That evening at home, I began to wonder what was the attraction Ryan offered? There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him, but why? Was it the novelty? Was it because he was constantly fucking other women, or indeed, the number of women he had fucked? He certainly wasn't all that much to look at, but there was a kind of magnetism about the guy. With my Father, it was simple, I loved the man as much as life itself, and I wanted to please him. The fact that I derived pleasure from our sexual relationship was only a bonus. I felt that this thinking was all too deep for me, and went to bed early. At breakfast, I asked Dad why he hadn't wakened me last night when he came to bed and he replied that I was sleeping so peacefully that he didn't have the heart to disturb me. I asked him if it would be all right if I brought a friend home from work for supper, and he replied to do as I wished as long as I was doing the cooking. So I brought Madge home with me after work. I introduced her to my Father, and I thought that she was going to rape him on the spot, but between us, Dad and I got her calmed down. There was no question about it, this was going to be a fucking visit. Maybe that was what was in the back of my mind when I asked her to come over. Dad told us that he thought I was going to bring a guy home when I mentioned it to him in the morning, but added that he was pleased to be wrong. I started to make supper, and when Madge saw what I was doing, she told me all about what I was doing wrong. Then she ended up doing it herself and showing me how to do it. We had a good meal with lots of pleasant conversation until she turned to my Father and asked if he was getting enough fucking from me? The question annoyed Dad, and he started to angrily deny the accusation. It didn't bother Madge for a moment, she held up her hand as if she was directing traffic and said that she knew we were fucking, what she didn't know whether he was fucking me or I was fucking him, or maybe we were fucking each other, which she said was the very best. Without waiting for comment she continued to tell us that her father had nailed her the first time when she was twelve and it hurt. She told us that it was plain and simple rape but there was nothing she could do about it except to stay out of his way as much as possible. I married the first guy that came along to get away from my father she told us. Her husband always did like young girls, and you could get married at fourteen in those days. I got pregnant right away too and had two kids before I was twenty. It seemed obvious to me that Dad would continue to deny what appeared to be obvious to Madge, so I told her that I had become so frustrated that I had crawled into my Dad's bed naked, and nature had taken over from there, but it was well after my eighteenth birthday. Madge knew about my Mother's death when I was nine when Dad became mother and father to me. Perhaps because of that relationship I loved him, and had wanted him to fuck me for as long as I could remember. I often wished that he was the one to get my cherry but that fell to a no-account boy who was only interested in getting his rocks off. Since that time, I told her, our sex life has been wonderful. After supper, the three of us retired to the bedroom where Madge started the party by pulling my Dad's semi hard cock out of his pants and began sucking on it like she had a new lollipop. It was funny to see Dad with Madge. I wasn't the slightest bit jealous, and in fact it felt good to see him fucking a woman that was nearer his own age, besides I felt like joining in. It wasn't that the night was so exciting sexually, we three just had a good, loving time, finally falling asleep in my Father's bed, a tangle of arms, legs and assorted anatomy. Despite my earlier involvement with Madge, this was my first time to have sex with a woman. We pleasured each other that night, whether it was male or female flesh before us, and it was fun. Madge was up early the next morning, and she prepared a wonderful breakfast. She seemed to be in her element. On the way to work Madge told me that her father would simply grab her and fuck her, mostly when he was drunk. Her dry pussy made it all that much harder for him to shove his cock into her. But he seemed to like it that way, he just shoved that much harder and never had any pity for her. She believed that her mother knew what was going on, but was afraid of her father and unable to help her. When she married Ryan, she was still terrified of sex, but he had used k-y jelly to get into her at first. It was a long time before she started to lubricate naturally, and longer still before she experienced an orgasm. She laughed saying that once she got started, there was no stopping her. I told Madge that I just couldn't conceive of what she had gone through. Of course it had hurt when I lost my cherry, and the odd asshole that I went out with hurt me too, but it was nothing by comparison to what she had to endure. She told me that she got even. When her father was on his death bed, and couldn't do anything about it, she told him off, telling him she hoped he would rot in hell. She had tears in her eyes when she told me that I had no idea what a son of a bitch like that can do to a helpless girl's life, and there is no one to turn to. Not like your father, he loves you. You can see that he loves you and wants to take care of you. He is one hell of a fine man. Yes, I told her that my Father had never ever hurt me in any way, including sexually. He wanted to fuck me for years, but wouldn't touch me until I made it clear to him that is what I wanted. I guess that I've had a sheltered life and owe it all to him. I asked her about Ryan with their girls, and she laughed telling me that he was overly protective with his own daughters. The girls couldn't help but know about their father's endless parade of girls and women, but they never paid much attention to any of it. They were more interested in other things right now. My girls talk to me, they know that they can tell me anything, and you can bet your ass that they would be out of there in a heart beat if anybody abused them the way I was abused. Our conversation was cut short when we arrived at work, but it gave me a great deal to think about at work that day especially when it was coupled with the events of last night. Madge just wanted to go home after work to attend to her housework. That evening at supper my Dad brought up Madge's revelations about her father raping her, for he said that there was no other way to describe it. I agreed and talked about the plight of a young defenceless girl that had no place to turn to. He said that her situation was far from being unique, these were family secrets and when exposed, the whole family suffered from public condemnation, even the victim of the abuse. Daddy Does Me In The Woods My mom had died when I was two years old so I never actually knew her, my dad had raised me. We were closer than all my friends seemed to be with their dad's and I loved that. It was about seven months ago now since my daddy made me squirt for the first time in the woods, and it hasn't been the last time. All my friends always noted how hot my dad was and I had to agree, for a 35 year old my he was good looking. "Molly?" I heard my dad call as the front door was closed. I tried to swipe the tears away from my eyes quickly before he could see me but when he walked into my room he noticed straight away. "Sweetie, are you ok?" He sat on the edge of my bed, his coat still in hand, he'd been to the shop for some milk this morning. "Tom just broke up with me again" I sniffled. Tom and I had been going out, on and off, for the last three year. "Again? You don't need this Molly. You have to stop going back to him." Dad sighed, daddy hadn't actually liked Tom, he'd always been so snappy with him. "I know but I love him dad." I sniffled again. Daddy looked at me and decided what I needed, "Wanna go for a walk in the woods?" He asked, he knew I loved to walk in the woods near our house, they were deserted, you only got the occasional dog walker wondering through and maybe if it was summer break you would get a few brave studets trying to camp out but this time of year they were empty and I loved it. Half an hour into walking we found a small bench and decided to take a little break. "You deserve a lot better than Tom baby." Dad said as he rested his hand on my bare knee. If I didn't know better I could have sworn I'd heard jelousy. "I know I do daddy, but I can't help going back to him." I shrugged. Daddy didn't move his hand from my knee but instead moved it up my bare thigh slightly. I glanced at daddy's face and he looked nervous about something. His hand didn't stop moving up towards the bottom of my shorts leg. The weird thing was I didn't want to stop him. I had a sudden flash of my daddy touching my wet pussy and it didn't freak me out. Although obviously daddy didn't want to touch me like that. He wasn't stopping though, maybe daddy did like me like that? The fact that I was thinking like that freaked me out, was I really contemplating my daddy fingering my pussy. I looked up at daddy again and he was looking at me and before I knew what was happening his lips came down on mine. At first I was extremely shocked but then I sank into it, I kissed him back and his hand finally made it to my pussy though my denim shorts. I grabbed for his cock through his own jeans and was fustrated that I couldn't get it. Daddy unzipped my shorts and slid his thick finger into my pussy. I gasped in his mouth. Before I knew what he was doing he stood up, pulling me up with him by his finger being in my pussy. "Dad, what are you doing?" I moaned. "Just incase." He mouthed around my lips as he pulled me, with his finger in my pussy, around the bench and off the path into a small clearing behind a bush. He leant my up against a tree and started to insert another finger into my soaking pussy. "Oh yeah, keep going daddy." I moaned without thinking. I couldn't believe my daddy had his fingers in my pussy. "You like that baby girl?" He whispered into my mouth. I just nodded as he worked his fingers. "Oooh yeah, yeah!" I started to grid his fingers as I came, hard. "My turn baby." Daddy said as he moved his fingers from my pussy and out of my jeans. He dropped his jeans to the floor and his hard cock flopped out, it was bigger than I would have thought, atleast 8inches, bigger than Toms. Daddy pushed me to my knees and grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto his cock. "Ooooh yeah." He grunted as he slid me onto his cock. I grabbed his hairy ass cheeks to support myself, and started to pull myself on at the same time daddy pushed. I started to gag, my nails dug into his ass, he pulled me off a second, letting me gasp air before he put me back onto his cock. "Oh yes baby girl." I grabbed his balls with my right hand and he almost came then. "Oh not yet." He pulled me off his cock, I gasped loudly and fell back onto the woodland floor. "Lay back." Daddy said, he was being dominant and rough and I loved it. I did as he said and he then got onto his knees and slid my shorts off, exposing my wet, sensitive clit to the afternoon air. "You're so wet baby." He noted. "You made me this wet daddy." I purred. Without warning or hesitation daddy pushed his head inbetween my legs, causing me to jerk slightly as his tongue connected my with swollen pussy. "Oh my god, daddy!" I almost screamed, his tongue was working my clit good and proper when he slid his two fingers back into me. "Right there. Don't stop. Don't stop!" I shouted as I knew I was about to cum. But it felt different. Very different. Before I knew it I'd forced daddy's fingers out my pussy and liquid gushed from my pussy, my body convulsed and I had no control over my movments for a few seconds, daddy got soaked. "Shiiiiit!" Daddy exclamined as he shoved a finger back in my convulsing pussy. "What was that?" I asked when I could talk again. "You squirted baby." Daddy said as his finger worked me again, maybe hoping for a repeat. "Daddy, fuck me." I said. Without being asked twice he lifted my hips from the floor and plundged his cock into me, I thought he would ease it in, but not my daddy. "Oh baby, you're tight." He said before he started sucking my left nipple. I gripped onto a tree behind my head as daddy banged me hard. I wasn't used to this, Tom was always gentel and slow, this was intnse and powerful. "Ooh yeah." I moaned. Just as I was about to cum daddy pulled out of me, "What the hell?" I tried to push my pussy back up to his cock, he stood up and then without warning pulled me up and turned me around, I thought for a frightening second he was going to enter my ass but he didn't, he pushed back into my pussy. "Shit." I moaned again, I needed to grip somehting, I was trying to reach the floor but I was too short, daddy saw what I was doing and walked me with his cock forward towards the tree I'd been holding before. I grabbed it and daddy started pounding my pussy, I came twice before he reached around and started to rub my clit, "No don't." I shouted as I was about to cum again. I didn't want to squirt again, It felt amazing but I couldn't take it. Daddy didn't listen and jammed his cock right up my pussy, shoving me forward into the tree as he continued to rub my clit. "Arrrh!" Before I could stop it, daddy's cock was forced out of my pussy and a flood of liquid gushed out again, my legs gave way and I grabbed hold of the tree as I convulsed again, unable to speak. It felt so amazing, words wouldn't come. "Shit, I never knew you were a squirter baby." Daddy said as he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me back up onto his cock. "Oh shit daddy!" I pushed back onto his cock. "Daddy loves you baby girl." He said before he started to pound me again, I couldn't catch my breath. "Daddy's coming baby! Cum with me." He grunted as he pulled out, dropped me to the floor and came all over my back and ass. I rubbed myself to another orgsasam before I turned myself onto my back and noticed daddy laid next to me on the forset floor. "Baby, you are an amazing fuck." He took a deep breath. "You are too daddy, I've never cum so hard in my life." That was the first time I squirted but it hasn't been the last. Me and daddy still fuck. I never actually went back to Tom, and I don't plan to. I actually love squirting when i'm not standing up. Daddy loves to fuck me when he gets home from work, and I love to fuck daddy.