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Daddy's Prom Queen

By: mtnman2003



I watched my daughter Karen grow-up over the years. Our relationship had always been very close. I had coached her sports teams from soccer to basketball to fastpitch softball. She grew strong, 6'2" tall, lithe, and very athletically gifted. She actually seemed out of place on the athletic field, her beauty surprised many, but her take no prisoner attitude gave her the fire in the belly to perform and leave it on the field. I knew she got the athletic desire from me, and her looks from her mom.

As a junior athlete, she was invited to play on the jr. national soccer team, travel to Sweden to play in an international tournament, with short stints to play in Iceland and on to Norway before arriving in Sweden. Returning to the US, she quit the sport to focus on basketball and softball. After her freshman year of high school, she dropped basketball to spend all her time on softball.

And she has excelled at softball. Pitching and playing 1st base, I pulled together a team of very talented girls, created a travel team, and have attended many tournaments around the states, as well as some international. Her team won the high school state championship her junior year, with less success her final year, but still made the final four teams vying for the state championship. All in all, her success academically and athletically has made her a Division I scholarship athlete. So it's off to UCLA next year to play for the Bruins.

During the off season from her beloved sport, she would join me daily for a run. Before work, about 5:30 in the morning, weather permitting, I did between 5-6 miles around our mountain home community. I even went so far as to purchase another heavy duty treadmill for my daughter to run beside me when the weather was not conducive to run outside. I often admired her form, her physical shape. Long legged, her firm muscular legs had the tale tail signs of a top athlete, flowing into an ass that longed to be touched. Narrow waist, broad shoulders, her breasts stood proud. Not overly large, I could tell they were firm from the way they bounced during our runs. I even would run backwards just to give her a hard time.

Karen had lots of friends at school, many opportunities to date, attending all the major dances, functions, and more at school. Additionally, she got invited to the majority of the parties I guess from her social calendar. It read like I would expect, busy evenings, lots of study friends, and many later evenings. I was thrilled for her, watching her grow and become a strong, skilled, mature young lady.

My wife nurtured her over the years, providing the necessary poise, etiquette, friendship, shoulder, and anything else that was required. We had been open in our discussions about sexuality with her. It was not a taboo subject, and questions were often asked, more of mom, but when she wondered about the male species, I got to fend for myself. Now, she had been nominated for prom queen. We could not have been any prouder of her.

Thursday of last week, the wife left for a family visit to see her ailing mom. Then, last weekend, it snowed here in the Colorado Mountains. 30-inches of snow fell over a 36-hour period. By Sunday night, school for Monday was cancelled. I dreaded the amount of work ahead of me for early Monday morning before the sun shined on the snow. Spring storms drop heavy wet snow, and with a long driveway, I hoped the snow blower would not clog with slushy snow. I got started very early, about 6:30 am. I was not out long. About half way through, I plowed into the runoff portion of the drive, clogging the second stage thrower, and killing the machine. I would now rely on the sun for clearing the drive. Cursing, I pulled the blower back into the garage, stepped into the mud room, removing my wet boots, coat, hat, gloves, and bib overalls. I had worked up a sweat from the work, so headed up to my bedroom to shower and change. I only had on a pair of jogging shorts, soaked t-shirt, and socks. 

At the top of the landing, I started to turn right to head to the master bedroom, but heard noises coming from down the hall. Thinking Karen was awake, I passed the two empty bedrooms, then the bathroom, and made the last couple of steps remaining to her bedroom door. I stopped in my tracks. The noises coming from Karen's room filled my head, making me freeze in mid step. Muffled grunts, words filtered out through the door.

"Fuck me daddy!" wafted from her room. "Fuck my pussy hard Daddy!" she grunted.

I reached slowly to turn the handle to her door. Hesitating, my breath deep in my chest, I was not sure what I should do. My cock chubbed in my shorts, growing long and getting thick. I pushed the door an inch or two, enough to hear her.

"God Daddy! Yes Daddy!" she whispered loudly now. "Yes Daddy! It feels good Daddy!" she continued. I could hear squishy noises. I knew she was playing with her pussy. My mind exploded, my minds eye creating an image of my baby's legs spread wide, her knees up, her cunt open for me. I could see my cock head sliding up, down between her wet, soaked, soft lips. My cock head glistened, sliding easily to her hole. Her breath jumped into her body, her hips flexed, tilting, opening her cunt to me. "Daddy, please," she breathed. 

I could hear her. She was fucking herself. I instantly got extremely hard. I grabbed my cock, wrapping my fingers around my engorged shaft over my shorts. I pumped once, twice. God it felt good! I could hear her growling, grunting, her bed bouncing. I stood frozen in place. I moaned out loud. Instantly, Karen stopped movement. I could hear rustling. I was ready to die. 

I took two gigantic steps backwards quickly, softly, turned for a last large step and ducked into the open door. Stepping to the side, I was not visible from the hallway. I heard Karen's door creak open. I assumed she was glancing down the hall. Being early morning, the hall was still somewhat dark, although daylight savings time did illuminate more than I hoped. I stood frozen, not breathing. My heart was loud enough. God I had to pee. I stood for an eternity, waiting for Karen to close her door. Her door creaked again. I waited momentarily.

I shuffled to the door, slowly leaning forward to see her door. Open! Wide fucking open! I listened with every fiber in my body. I could hear her in the darkness of her room. Was she on the bed? Was she watching down the hall to catch me? I stepped forward, turned and briskly walked down the hall toward my bedroom. Did I hear her call Daddy?

I quickly crossed the bedroom, entered the bathroom, and stepped into the toilet alcove, closing the door behind me. I could finally breathe. "Oh God," I breathed. I grinned to myself. I wondered what she was doing. Was she fingering her clit? Was she stuffing her young pussy with her fingers? My cock grew again. I stroked it hard, pumping several pumps before stuffing it back in my shorts. Exiting the toilet alcove, I opened the door to the shower, turned on the water, closed the door to allow it time to heat up, and stepped into the walk-in closet. I removed my clothes, getting ready to enter the shower. Opening the door, I found the water cascading down, just hot enough to make it hard to get in the water, but knowing how good it would feel. I took a leisurely shower.

Once out, I threw on an old university t-shirt, sweat shorts, socks and slippers and headed downstairs. As I exited my bedroom, I hesitated on the landing. I listened again, wanting, hoping to hear Karen in the throws of sexual desires. Nothing! I reached to adjust my insensitive cock. It did not give a damn that this young lady was my flesh and blood. Its' little brain was on full alert. It crossed my mind that I should have satisfied myself in the shower as I started down the stairs.

I could smell fresh brewed coffer rising from the kitchen. "Coffee," I shouted as I bounded down the stairs. I rounded the bottom of the stairs, crossed the foyer, entered the hallway to the kitchen. Karen had opened the kitchen window pleated blind, looking at the fantastic view, over the deck with nearly 3-feet of snow piled up. She had placed her hands on the sink rim, leaned up to her tip toes, leaning her upper torso toward the window. Her hips thrust back, her ass looked magnificent. In pajama top and tight pajama shorts, she looked inviting. Her long legs again filled my thoughts. I slowed my approach, stepping beside her. I reached my hand to her back, sliding my hand under her pj top as I had done thousands of times before. I slid my hand upwards, gently massaging her back.

"I'll give you 30-minutes to stop," she whispered, not even glancing around to me. "Isn't it absolutely beautiful this morning Daddy?" she asked. I stood, looking out the window, my hand roaming up her back. I love the feel of her skin, soft, firm, warm. I massaged her shoulders, her neck, down her spine to the small of her back, around the hip, up the sides, my fingers tracing her sides, leaving a trail of goose bumps, over the scapula, up to the nape of the neck, down over the shoulder, her upper arm, and back. I continued my gentle massage for several minutes.

"I need coffee!" I whispered with husky intensity. Withdrawing my hand, I swatted her butt softly and moved to get a coffee cup from the cupboards. "Thanks baby," I told her. Turning back to her, she had turned around, now leaning against the sink, her hands tucked behind her ass, lifting her body slightly as she straightened her arms. Her tits thrust upwards, her back slightly arched, her flat tummy prominent in her pose. I noticed the fullness of her mound, her pubic hair fluffing the front of her tight pj's. "You look great baby," I said, startling even myself. I soaked her in. 

Her nipples were hard, causing points to appear in her pj top. She glanced down to see what I was seeing. She reacted quickly, bringing her hand from behind her. In a surprise movement, her finger stretched upwards, her finger tip touching the point of her nipple pushing through her pj top. Nothing said, she pressed the nipple flat under her pj's. Removing her finger, the hard bud reappeared through the material. My shorts themselves were also showing stiffness. My eyes traveled upwards, finding her now staring at me.

"Breakfast Daddy?" she asked.

My hand reached out to her, my finger lightly touching her extended nipple. I rolled the nipple under my fingertip gently. "Breakfast would be good honey," I whispered. We stood silently. My finger danced over her hardened nipple. A minute passed. I reached to the other nipple, my fingertip pushing directly against her nipple, pushing it back into her tit flesh. A soft, light moan escaped her lips.

"Oatmeal? Fruit bowl?" she asked as she watched my fingertip roll over and around her nipple.

"Both," I replied.

My thumb extended, to touch the other nipple. I had both nipples under my touch, gently caressing, lightly moving her breast, pushing softly. Her nipples grew larger and harder. Her head tilted backwards slightly, her eyes closed. Her tongue extended, licking her lips, leaving them glistening. I stepped closer to her, my thumb and finger now focused on one nipple. I closed my digits, rolling the nipple between my thumb and finger, squeezing, tugging firmly. An immediate moan, a sharp intake of breath, she responded to my touch. Her fingertips slid up the outside of my shorts, tracing the outline of my cock. 

"Banana?" she inquired. Her nails raked over the material covering my cock. My hips involuntarily lurched forward under her touch. Her palm flattened against the underside of my cock, sliding down, grabbing my balls, rolling them in her hands. "Nuts," she grinned. Brazen, she arched her chest upwards, pulling my hand flat against her chest. We stood, watching the face of the other, watching for some sign to stop. I massaged her breast firmly, my thumb rolling over her hard nipple. I slid my hand down her body, under the edge of her pj top, and slid my hand upwards, first feeling the softness of her breast, my fingers sliding up over the mound of flesh. I cupped her breast, her nipple sliding between my fingers. 

I stepped in front of her, my other hand sliding up under her tight pj top to find the other breast. I lifted the material, exposing her breasts to me. Firm, large areolas, her nipples stood rigid in the cool air. 

"You're beautiful baby," I whispered, my hands each caressing a breast, the nipple rigid, extending. Her skin was so soft, a contrast to the firmness of her tit flesh. I looked at her, her head tilted to the side, watching me, her tongue circling her lips slowly. Her eyes were glazed. Her fingers wrapped softly around my cock, pulled upwards, squeezing me, pumping my shaft slowly, deliberately. 

I leaned, extending my tongue to flick over the hardened flesh. Circling her nipple gently, I pushed closer, my lips sucking her flesh into my mouth. My teeth grabbed hold of her nipple, my tongue dancing over the flesh in my mouth, mashing her nipple against the inside of my teeth. Her hand pulled my head tighter against her tit, pushing more flesh into my mouth. I sucked hard, my tongue pressing into her flesh, sucking hard on the rigid nipple in my mouth. She moaned deep from inside her body.

"God Daddy, that feels so good!" she whispered as she ground her body against my mouth. I nipped at her flesh, circling the tit, lifting, kissing, nipping, licking. I pulled back, blowing cool air across her saliva covered nipple. Goose bumps formed on her nipple as her forearm covered the wet nipple. I moved to her other tit, the nipple reaching for its chance to be licked, sucked into my mouth. I kissed the upper skin above her nipple, my tongue lashing out to lick her softness. I moved lower, my tongue lightly flicking over her nipple. My lips surrounded her nipple, an O forming around the flesh. I sucked her into my mouth softly, my tongue penetrating the flesh in my mouth, massaging her. I increased the speed of my tongues movement, intensity, grabbing her nipple firmly between my teeth, pulling it taunt, lifting my head slightly, tugging, pulling on her nipple, her tit flesh. My hand, fingers wrapped themselves around her flesh, squeezing firmly, extending and firming her tit flesh as it disappeared into my mouth. "Yes Daddy! Suck my tits Daddy!" Karen seemed to chant.

My mind exploded. My body took control of all thought. I was lost in my daughter. I lusted for her body. My cock grew, filling with blood, her hand squeezing me hard, pumping up, down my shaft. My hands wrapped around her body, pulling her close to me, driving her breast flesh deep into my mouth. She stroked my hair with her free hand. I devoured her flesh. Her breathing grew labored. Her voice cracked as she grunted, groaned with me attached to her nipple. I started kissing down her torso. I dropped to my knees. My hands slid down to her hips, her hands now on my shoulders, moving to caress my hair, head. I left a trail of kisses over her navel, downwards, kissing the material of her pj bottoms. I kissed to her mound. 

Slowly, I kissed the mound, my breath blowing warm air into the material of her pj bottoms. Her hips arched just slightly as I moved left, right, lower to take the material over her clit into my mouth. My tongue darted into the material, forcing the material between her lips, my tongue searching for her clit. Her body humped into my mouth. She pulled me tight against her. My hands grabbed the waist band material of her pj bottoms. Not hesitating, I continued to suck on her clit, her lips through the material. I pulled the pjs down, ripping them from her hips, exposing her naked flesh to my mouth without the slightest delay. Leaning back, I looked at her naked pussy. I could smell her sex. A patch of carefully trimmed, soft hair capped her slit. There, protruding slightly, her clit peeked from between her engorged, red lips. Glistening with wetness, her lips formed tightly around her clit, allowing just a sliver of clit to be visible. 

I leaned forward, my tongue extended, twirling in the air. I had to taste her sex. My tongue snaked quickly against the warm flesh. Her hips thrust to my mouth, her leg raising to free her feet from the pjs. The slight movement opened her cunt slightly, I pushed forward, my mouth quickly parting her lips, her wetness flooding my mouth. My tongue reached deep between her legs, tasting her. I wiggled my face, parting her lips, grabbing her clit between my teeth. 

"Oh fuck Daddy!" Karen screamed. I sucked her hard into my mouth, my tongue ravaging her clit, mashing it against my teeth. Her body humped, thrusting up, down, driving her mound to me. She lifted a leg up, holding it in mid air. I pulled it over my shoulder, my hand then sliding up her ass as I pulled her tighter against my face. I dipped down, my tongue reaching back to her hole, darting in, out quickly. Karen's other leg almost buckled, but she caught herself with her hands on the sink. I assaulted her clit, sucking, licking, nipping her bud firmly. I ground my face into her flesh, watching her reactions. Her head bent forward, her chin driving into her chest, her face was a mass of contortions. Her breathing was raspy, her body humped, tensed, humped again as she moved toward her orgasm. 

My hand slid over her ass, my thumb crossing over her tight hole, sliding to the front, finding her wet hole. I drove my thumb deep into her body. I thought I must have hurt her, a scream erupted from her, but she drove her body down against my face and thumb. Grabbing me by the hair, she ground her body up, down, thrusting her hips with each thrust of my thumb deep in her pussy. 

"Daddy!" she grunted over and over, groaning deep, loud. She was lost in her approaching orgasm. Her juices were covering my thumb as I jammed it deep in her body. Her hips thrust forward, her body went rigid, tensing, her muscles flexing. Sucking a deep breath, holding it deep, she exploded on my face. I could hardly keep her clit in my mouth. She humped fast and hard, thrusting quickly back and forth, continuing her orgasm. I sucked her clit, grasping it hard between my teeth, driving my tongue rapidly over her sensitive bud. As her initial orgasm ebbed, sensitivity took over. She pushed me back, stretching, pulling her clit from my lips. I licked my mouth, leaned forward to give her clit one more quick lick. Her body jumped, she grinned.

Nashing her teeth, she leaned slightly, took the back of my arms, pulling my up. I slid against her body. Me at 6'6", our bodies matched well. Her hands grabbed my hips, pulling me forward, my rigid cock pressing against her mound. I reached, grabbed her hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up, over her head, and off her body. Naked, she radiated beauty. Her perfect shape, wide shoulders, supporting firm, nipple rigid tit flesh, flowing down to a taunt, firm abdomen, spreading to her hips, her mound topped with a small patch of whispy, wiry hair. I stood, absorbing her form.

Karen reached to me, grabbing my t-shirt in return, lifting it up and over my head. Now, hesitating, she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of my sweat shorts. Looking me in the eye, she pushed my shorts down, pulling unevenly to get the back to slide over my ass. Our bodies, inches apart, allowed my cock to bounce up against her mound, its head touching the junction between her leg and pelvic region. Her hand grasped my dangling cock, her fingers wrapping firmly around the engorged shaft. Guiding the head, she placed it between her legs, snug up against her clit, her lips covering the top of my shaft, reaching over the sides, pulling, sucking my massive cock. She used my cock like her favorite play toy, massaging her clit with the shaft, sliding forward, backwards while pulling up on the underside of my cock, driving it between her wet, swollen lips. I pushed forward, sliding inch after inch into the gap of her crotch. Her fingers made sure I stayed tight against her slit. 


Daddy's Prom Queen



I had called Patty my Prom Queen ever since that fateful night/early morning of her Senior Prom, when everything changed for all of us. The fact that Patty had gotten a date was kind of a shock, since she wasn't the kind of girl that got much attention from the boys.

You might think that would be a bit of a blessing for a father, not having to worry about what his little girl was up to all the time, but it was clear that Patty wasn't happy about being the wallflower staying up in her room and reading while everybody else was out partying. When Patty was unhappy, that made me miserable too. 

It didn't seem to bother my wife as much as it did me, and she actually suggested that Patty should corral the first guy with a pulse who came within range and drag him to the altar. As it turned out, that was kind of what Patty ended up doing, but that came after everything else happened.

The night of the Prom, my heart filled with pride as I saw my baby in her dress. It was pink and was likely the most modestly cut gown that I had ever seen, but she looked pretty to me, even though like she had always said, I'm prejudiced.

When she came home from the Prom, I was the only one awake, and the way she flew up the stairs to her room I could tell that the night must not have been a smashing success.

Her mother, self-absorbed bitch that she had become over the years, wouldn't have gone to see what was wrong with Patty even if she was sober and awake, so I took it upon myself to go down the hall to Patty's bedroom to see if I could help.

After I tapped on the door Patty told me to come in. My daughter was sitting at her dresser, eyes red and holding up the right side of her gown with her left hand. It seemed to me at first that the shoulder strap had come undone, but when I got closer I could see it had been ripped.

"Can I make it better?" I asked Patty as I sat next to her, reprising what I had always said to my little girl whenever something went wrong, and when Patty heard me say that she went to pieces in my arms.

My little girl wasn't exactly little anymore, seeing how she was close to 6' tall, which made her a shade taller than me, but she hadn't had an easy time of it in her teenage years. It seemed as if genetically Patty had ended up with the least desirable traits of her parents.

Patty had ended up with her mother's big nose and rail-thin frame, and as I held my precious child I was struck at how slender she was. Patty's shoulder were bony, and her arms were so skinny that I could encircle her biceps with my thumb and index finger. The scent of the perfume she had too liberally used drifted into my senses as Patty sobbed away.

After Patty drained her tear ducts dry she started to get herself together, and after I asked her if she wanted to talk about it she nodded.

Patty started to speak and then turned away from me for a second, fidgeting around and reached into her dress. When her hand came out she had what looked like a bowl of some kind. Patty tossed it on the dresser, where is wobbled around for a second.

"Think the other one is still in the car," Patty sniffed. "Drew threw it at the guy in the back seat."

What Patty had pulled out was a falsie, a beige colored cone that was made of foam, I noted as I held it for a second before setting in back down. Apparently Drew, her date who was certainly no prize himself, had reached into Patty's bra and discovered her little secret.

"Asshole," I muttered as I looked at the sad little cone, and realized that I hadn't known that she had been using falsies, since she wasn't exactly what you would consider busty even with those in her bra.

32AA bra to be exact, I remembered from when I happened to glance at one of her harnesses in the hamper on day, and it was padded as well.

"He was trying to get me to - do something to him," Patty explained. "I got distracted and the next thing I knew he had his hand under my dress and got under my bra. I'm so glad all I have to do is walk across the stage next week and get my diploma because I could never go back to that school again."

"This will all be forgotten some day," I lied. "When you're 18 things seem more horrible than they really are."

"I feel like putting an ad in the paper and telling everybody how little his dick is," Patty said bitterly. "How would he like that? I should have bit it off!"

I shuddered at that comment. The thought that my baby girl had been going down on somebody was a shock, even though she was 18 and all. It wasn't like she was pregnant or anything, but it was still tough to realize that Patty wasn't a kid any more.

"Maybe you should talk to your mother about this," I suggested, and Patty rolled her eyes at that.

"At least when I talk to you I know you're listening," Patty complained. "I told her that I wanted to get implants one time and she laughed and told me that I was probably a late bloomer like she was."

"You don't need implants," I told Patty, who didn't seem to be aware that her mother's "late blooming" was due to saline sacks that she had implanted in her when Patty was just a baby. 

I think that Patty's mother had gotten implants because she knew how how crazy I was about her breasts, having been attracted to small breasted woman all my life. She probably figured that after she traded in her apple-sized tits for the fake melons, I wouldn't bother her so much for sex. She was right about that.

"You don't know," Patty said, shaking her head.

"Your mother was very small on top when I met her," I explained. "It was part of what attracted me to her. Not all guys are infatuated with big breasts, you know. There are plenty of us that prefer women who are - smaller."

"Not like me," I said.

"I think you're wrong," I said. "Just because you happened to have had a bad experience with this jerk tonight doesn't mean..."

My words caught in my throat when I saw Patty shrug her gown off of her bony shoulders. Her bra had been undone and was hanging off of one shoulder, and when Patty pulled that strap off she was naked to the waist.

"Not like me," Patty said again, her face contorted and her lower lip quivering. "Not like me."

"Patty," I said, turning away after I looked far too long at my daughter's chest.

"See. You can't even look at me," Patty sniffed, adding, "but at least you didn't laugh."

I wasn't avoiding looking at Patty because I was revolted. In fact, it was just the opposite.

Patty looked at me strangely, and it was then I realized that I hadn't just thought those last words, I had said them aloud, and now my hand was moving over toward Patty like I had no control over my actions.

"So beautiful," I heard myself say as I touched my daughter's breast, the feel of her soft warm flesh sending shivers down my spine.

Perhaps I had imagined seeing my daughter's breasts from time to time, but I had never made any kind of effort to get a glimpse at them. In my mind, I had assumed that Patty was built much like her mother had been back when we were dating, but I was wrong.

Patty was flat chested, unless you want to count the barely noticeable swells on her chest that in terms of size looked even smaller than ping-pong balls. The sound of Patty's sharp intake of her breath when my hand touched her nipple, went in tandem to her chest heaving rapidly.

"Was Mom flat like me?" Patty asked, her body moving slightly as I massaged the little bud, my finger tracing the outline of the aureole which was no bigger than mine, and then rubbing the pea-shaped nipple that sat in the center.

I was going to lie and just tell her yes, but I couldn't do it.

"No baby," I said. "Your Mom's breasts were a bit bigger than yours. Not nicer, just bigger."

Patty nodded, her chin still shaking along with her lip, and then it struck me exactly what I was doing. I was fondling my daughter Patty's breast, and regardless of the size of it, this was still wrong.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I yanked my hand back. "Didn't - I mean."

"It's okay," Patty said.

"I mean, if I wasn't your father and I was 30 years younger," I said as I felt sweat starting to trickle down from my forehead. 

"It's okay," Patty repeated, and then her long slender fingers were on my wrist, returning my hand back to where it had been, on her breast.

"Are they sensitive?" I asked, my voice cracking because my mouth had gone dry, and Patty nodded.

"I've never let any boy see me in the light like this," Patty said as she moved into my hand. "Do you really like my titties?"

"Yes baby," I wheezed, brushing the sweat from my brow with my free hand. "They're perfect."

Could this be my head moving down to kiss the tiny teat? Were my lips actually touching her nipple - a nipple almost as boyish as the breast in was centered on? I was, and my cock was throbbing as my mouth took in the little bud - all of it - and suckled on it passionately while my Patty panted and gasped as I did.

"Omigod!" Patty whimpered while I pulled my mouth off of her breast, looking at my crimson face with a stunned expression. "That felt so good."

My response was to do the same thing to her other breast, and she was cradling my head in her hand as I did. The faint floral scent of her deodorant filled my senses as I looked into the deep abyss of my daughter's exposed armpit, and I recalled how pink and smooth her underarms had been before she left for her date, the result of her shaving them just before her idiot date had arrived, wanting to look her very best for him. 

Now after midnight, Cinderella's chariot had turned into a pumpkin, and the deep cavern was filled with a faint five o'clock shadow. I let my thumb slide over the moist surface of her armpit while I sucked Patty's tit, and my daughter seemed to enjoy my manual manipulations and even moved herself into me as I played.

"I - I shouldn't be doing any of this," I said when I managed to stop slobbering on my daughter's breast and got myself upright. "Your mother..."

"I hate her," Patty said abruptly.

"You shouldn't..."

"Hate her," Patty repeated. "I hate the way she acts and I hate the way the treats you. I know you only stay with her because of me."

For an 18 year old, Patty was pretty perceptive, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders while continuing to stare at her breasts, which were still wet with my saliva.

"Mom told me you've got a small dick," Patty said bluntly, and when I looked up at her I saw her staring at the modest sized tent in my pajamas. "Doesn't look it."

I cried out in shock when I felt Patty's hand grab my cock, reaching in through the fly of my pajamas and extracting my dick from captivity.

"You're not so small," Patty sighed. "It's nice."

The embarrassment of hearing my daughter telling me that her mother was discussing my shortcomings stung, but Patty's hand soothed the pain. My dick isn't so much small length-wise as it is lacking in thickness, absurdly so. 

My wife told me one time when she was in a nasty mood that it was like getting fucked with a straw, and while that was an exaggeration she wasn't all that far off. I've got an almost 6" dick that's no thicker than a hot dog, and while it was plenty good enough for my wife in the beginning, her tastes have changed.

"I want to suck your dick, Daddy," Patty said, and when she started to bend over I stopped her.

"Please," Patty said. "I know how. I'm good at it. I do it a lot."

"You do?" I asked, and Patty nodded.

"That's the only way I can hang out with guys at all," Patty explained. "I'm still a virgin though. Are you mad at me? Please don't hate me."

"No baby, I could never hate you," I said, and when Patty's head started going back down, I did not stop her. 

Patty pulled her hair back over her shoulder, which afforded me the joy of watching my daughter take my dick between her lips and let her mouth slide effortlessly down the entire stem.

Maybe it was because it had been so long - years - since my wife had gone down on me, or maybe it was because my Patty was every bit the accomplished fellatrix she claimed to be. All I know is that for as long as I could manage to keep from cumming, Patty drove me crazy.

By the time I came, I had practically slid down onto the floor, and when Patty clamped her mouth around the base of my dick and started doing some crazy thing with her throat that had me thinking she was going to inhale me, I ejaculated like I used to back when I was Patty's age.

When I finally stopped coming, I looked down at Patty, who had just taken my withered dick out of her mouth and was flicking at the gum-drop sized glans with her tongue.

"Was I good Daddy?" Patty asked as she held my withering stem lovingly.

"Patty," I whispered, and what I should have done was pretend that it never had happened, and just walked out of the room, but I couldn't.

Instead, I had my daughter on her back in her bed. Her tattered gown was on the floor, along with her padded bra and her falsies, and I was peeling her panties off, sliding them down her skinny legs.

I was a bit shocked when I saw the jungle of dark brown hair between her legs, a dense forest that grew in a wide triangle over her sex, but the sight of her profuse pubic hair growth excited me and somehow justified what I was doing, at least to myself. It told me that despite how girlish Patty might appear in other areas, she was in fact very much a woman.

When my mouth touched her bush I found her wet, and when my tongue slipped inside her opening I made it wetter. Patty smelled and tasted so fresh and pure that I became almost feral as I tongued her ravenously, and after my daughter had almost crushed my skull with her thighs as she came, I ruined our lives.

I don't even remember climbing up on the bed with my erection in my hand, although I do remember the shocked expression on Patty's face when I put my dick inside of her, although she didn't stop me, and in fact grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. 

That's not an effort to blame her, because the fault was mine. What had come before that had already crossed many lines, but putting your cock into your daughter's pussy doesn't cross the line, it obliterates it.

Even though my cock is slender, Patty was still tight. There was no mess, because Patty had eliminated that barrier with a "toy" long ago, and I would learn that there had been many fingers up there too, but my dick was the first one inside of her. Some father I was.

Having said that, it was the best sex I could remember. I made Patty orgasm, and watching her strained face biting the sheets in an effort to stay quiet was so arousing to me that I felt my own orgasm roaring through my loins.

At the last second I pulled my dick out, although I might have been a little late. Acting like a porn actor in the films I often watched in lieu of actual sex these days, I stroked my dick and spat my cum all over Patty's stomach.

Looking at the milky white gobs of semen on Patty's tummy and on the timberline of her pubic hair, I was about to cry when my daughter reached down and rubbed her hands in my seed. Then, she began spreading my load over her upper torso, especially over her breasts, which had completely disappeared with her being on her back.

"Maybe it will make them grow," Patty said with a little smile as she massaged her chest with my cum, and I smiled back, wanting to tell Patty that I hoped they didn't because I loved her the way they were.

"Don't you dare cry," Patty said. "Don't ruin this for me, Daddy. I've fantasized about this moment for years, and a lot of times in my dreams you were the man to take my virginity. I love you so much."

I did cry - in fact we both cried, but it wasn't from guilt or anything like that. I think it was because we were in love.

***

That night wasn't the end, it was only the beginning. Over the summer Patty started dating a kid that was already going to the college she would attend in the fall, and when she would get home I would stop into her room and she would tell me how the date went.

The rundowns of the night's activities were not the type of conversations that a father and daughter traditionally have, but by then we had become anything but traditional. Patty was wearing a night shirt when I came into her room and sat beside her on the bed.

"Come on," I said when I pressed her for more details. "If I can't have sex at least I can enjoy it vicariously through you."

"As long as you don't throw it in my face in the future," Patty said, and then she proceeded to tell me about her back seat activities.

"He fingered me," Patty said. "I kept his hands below the waist so I don't lose him right away. The longer I can keep him from seeing my tits the better chance I have to keep him."

"What did you do to him?"

"Daddy!" Patty whispered, reminding me that her mother was down the hall, drunk and sleeping, but still there.

I wanted to hear everything, and although I was jealous when I heard Patty tell me what she did, I was also turned on, and happy that at least one of us was getting a little.

"I took his cock out and went down on him," Patty said.

"How was it?"

"Not as nice as yours is," Patty said.

"Bullshit."

"Really. His isn't circumcised. I don't like them as much."

"Is he big? He must be bigger than me," I said, and after Patty told me that didn't matter, I replied, "If it doesn't matter then you can tell me. It's alright, I'm used to it. Most guys are going to be bigger than me."

"Okay. Yes, his is bigger than yours," Patty said. "A little longer and a lot thicker. But I still like yours better because I can deep throat all of yours, and that's fun."

"Tony's too big for that?" I asked, and when Patty nodded I asked her if she swallowed.

"Yes," my daughter admitted. "I always swallow. Less messy, but your cum definitely tastes better."

"Are you going to fuck Tony?" I asked.

"I dunno," Patty said, glancing down and noticing my dick making a tent in my pajamas. "Daddy! Are you getting excited over me or Tony?"

"You baby," I said, sighing as Patty pulled my dick out of the fly and stroked it. "I wish I was young and well-hung like Tony, and was dating you and trying to get in your panties."

"You don't have to even try to get in my panties," Patty cooed. "You want to make love to me right now, don't you?"

"Yes," I nodded while looking down at Patty's hand jerking me off and the pre-cum drooling out of the tip and onto her fingers.

"You want to put your cock where Tony's fingers were, don't you Daddy?" Patty teased.

"Yes," I pleaded. "Let me see you."

Patty smiled as she let go of my dick long enough to pull her night shirt up and over her head, exposing her rail-thin upper torso and the tiny swells that were her breasts.

The sight of her virtually flat chest still made me as crazy as ever, and I was scrambling out of her pajamas and on top of my daughter as fast as was humanly possible. Her hairy pussy was wet and warm as my dick slid in effortlessly, and I wasted no time in bringing Patty to orgasm.

My orgasm was not far behind, and just as I was ejaculating into my daughter I heard Patty gasp and felt her pussy clamp down around my dick. For a second I thought that she was coming again but the look on her face said otherwise.

"You sick fuck."

As I was depositing my seed deep into my daughter's womb, the sound of my wife's voice had my head swiveling around to see back at the doorway, where Patty's mother stood bleary eyed and wobbly. Drunk as usual, but not too drunk to be able to figure out what we were doing.

"Whassa matter, Needle Dick," my wife sneered. "Can't satisfy a real woman so you have to pick on kids?"

"She's not a girl anymore," I replied, as if Patty being 18 made this alright. 

"She looks like fucking Olive Oyl," my soon to be ex-wife snickered as Patty belatedly pulled the sheet around us. "You make a good pair. She's Olive Oyl and you're Popeye, before the spinach that is."




Daddy's Prom Queen



"She's more woman than you ever were or ever will be," I snapped.

"You deserve each other," she concluded, and for once I think she was right. "Get your perverted ass out of the house by the end of the week, and take that slut daughter of yours with you."

I spent the night in bed with Patty, and while it was safe to say she was upset, in a way she seemed happy.

"Did you mean that?" Patty asked me. "About me being more of a woman than her?"

"Are you serious?" I said. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world. You're Daddy's Prom Queen."

"Your dick is hard," Patty said when she reached between my legs.

"I want you," I said, and despite the emotions and the melodrama, I was aroused and so was Patty.

We made love, and Patty didn't have to muffle her emotions when she came - either time.

I was out of the house in only a couple of days, and when I moved Patty came with me.

***

"That made me wet," Patty told me as we left the rental office of the apartment complex. "When you called me your girlfriend in there."

"Well, it's the truth isn't it?" I replied as we went down to look at the apartment we had just rented.

I had told the manager of the place that my daughter Patty was my girlfriend, because it would have sounded strange that a father and daughter would move into a studio apartment together.

Money would be tight because my soon to be ex-wife had effectively managed to take everything we had by extortion, suggesting that it would be a shame if my employer found out I had been caught having sex with my daughter, so this place would have to do.

Patty seemed delighted with the place, so much so that she insisted we christen the place as soon as we got in the door, getting up on the kitchen counter and we fucked right there with me standing up and pounding into her.

In our typical fashion, the manager caught us right after I had come, walking past the window with an extra set of keys for us. I was mortified but Patty seemed excited by the flustered look on my face.

Patty had changed so much since we had been exposed, having done away with the falsies. At my request she sometimes went braless as well, and I was surprised at how excited I got whenever men, and even women would look at her.

She got a lot of double takes when people saw the tiny swells with the little points poking into the fabric, and Patty liked the way her nipples rubbed against the blouses, keeping the sensitive buds tingling all the time.

We even went out as a couple, going out to dinner, dancing and even a "gentleman's" club once. Patty said that I deserved to look at "real" women, even though the silcone enhanced dancers left me cold.

I only went to the strip joint because I knew that Patty would never get in, but she shocked me by having fake ID. The guy checking the door didn't seem to pay much attention to her proof because he was staring at her nipples. Maybe he saw so much silicone that seeing a natural woman was a treat.

The most erotic moment of the night for me was when I bought a lap dance - for Patty. To my surprise, not only was Patty not flustered when the woman got onto her lap as rubbed her breasts into her, my daughter actually seemed to enjoy it.

"I did," Patty confessed after we got into the car for the ride home. "You seemed to like watching."

"Are you kidding?" I said. "I almost came. I was expecting you to be too afraid."

"Too afraid to be with a girl?" Patty scoffed. "Come on Daddy!"

"You mean you've been with another girl?" I asked, and when she rolled her eyes I pressed for details.

"Well, she wasn't a girl exactly," Patty teased, and when I insisted on knowing more and promising not to deal, she caved in.

"Mrs. Bradley?" I screamed when my daughter confessed that her old girl scout troop leader had introduced my baby girl to the joys of lesbianism.

"Where are you going, Daddy?" Patty laughed as I pulled the car into a dark and deserted parking lot.

I had to have her, and after we scrambled into the back seat we fucked like bunnies in the cramped confines. Thankfully Patty came quick because all I could think of was Patty and the busty wife of my golfing buddy getting it on.

"Damn!" Patty said as she got dressed again. "That really turned you on didn't it?"

"Guilty," I admitted. "Typical guy I guess."

"Maybe we'll have a threesome sometime," Patty suggested.

"Not with Angie Bradley," I muttured, not ready to let our family skeleton out of the bag like that, only the though of seeing Patty with another woman intrigued me.

"Know any other women who swing both ways?" Patty asked as I got back on the road again. "Maybe that stripper who rubbed her titties against me back at the club would like to make a house call."

"Already bored with me?" I asked. "Now you need a threesome to stay interested? Maybe that doorman would be interested."

"Oh, you noticed him checking me out?" Patty asked, and when I admitted it, she told me that he wasn't the only one at the club who noticed her wearing nothing underneath her blouse.

"Never thought I would have the nerve to go commando like this," Patty confessed as she ran her hands up and down her chest. "I mean, I've never had the nerve to go braless before, because without my falsies and padding I knew everybody would laugh, but they didn't. At least not so I could tell."

"I've always told you that not everybody is infatuated with big breasts," I reminded her. "Some guys like small ones better."

"Mine don't even qualify to be small," Patty said, drawing a dirty look from me. "Well, it's true. I'm flat as a board. It's just that now with you, I feel confident. I know somebody loves me the way I am."

"Are you hard again, Daddy?" Patty asked as she reached over while I was pulling into the apartment complex parking lot.

"Almost," I said. "I think we can wait until we get inside though."

***

In the mirror behind the bar, I was able to watch the scene unfold while still staring straight ahead. Patty was sitting on my left, while on the other side of my daughter, a blonde around my age had engaged Patty in conversation.

While the conversation was interesting, watching the blonde moving in on my daughter was even more fascinating. She was not only constantly touching Patty's bare arm as she spoke, but was making little effort to disguise the fact that she was looking down the front of Patty's white V-necked blouse, which bowed out as my daughter's elbows rested on the bar.

Since I was afforded the same view from the opposite side, I knew what the blonde was looking at, and the fact that Patty was letting this woman get an almost unobstructed view of her tiny breasts had made my dick hard from the start.

The blonde seemed to be with a guy about my age, but she hadn't paid any attention to him for quite awhile, much like Patty had ignored me. That was intentional on our part, and I wondered whether that was the same for the blonde and her man.

"Ray," Patty said, breaking me out of my trance. "This is Kay."

"Pleased to meet you," the blonde said, raching across and extending her hand. "I didn't know you were a couple."

"Oh, we're a couple alright," I smiled, staring at the woman who was fairly attractive, if a bit plump from what I could see."

"Like them young, huh?" Kay snickered, giving me a wink as I tried not to look at her breasts, which seemed ready to fall out of the scoop-necked top she had on. "Don't blame you with your Patty here. This tall drink of water is really something."

"Kay was nice enough to tell me that when I lean forward, you can see right into my blouse," Patty shared. "I told her that was okay because there wasn't anything there to see, and she said..."

"I told Patty that what I could see was mighty fine, and if I wasn't sitting between my husband and her, Bert here would be drooling all over the poor girl," Kay said, laughing rather loud at her comment before introducing her husband to us.

As my eyes met the husband, it struck me that we were a lot alike. Oh, he was much taller and heavier than I was, but the similarity was that he had been watching the interplay between my daughter and his wife, and I suspected he was enjoying it as much as I was.

"You know, we don't live that far away from here," Kay indicated. "If you folks would like, we could get better acquainted over there."

***

Given the way my life had changed over the last several months, sitting in this couple's bedroom watching my daughter being fondled by another woma, wasn't all that weird.

The problem was that I was enjoying this, as Kay was pulling Patty's blouse over her head. I even enjoyed hearing Kay's husband groan as Patty's tiny tits were exposed. This Bert guy was enjoying it even more than I was, because he had his pants off and was slowly stroking his cock while sitting in the chair next to me.

He had suggested that I was certainnly welcome to get as comfortable as I wanted, and while it was it tempting to drop my trousers and stroke my dick like he was, after seeing the size of the guy's cock I was glad I had declined.

"Your Patty is so fucking hot," Bert snorted toward me as his wife held my Patty from behind and ran her hands up and down her flat chest while rubbing her jugs into Patty's back.

I glanced down at the dusky log that Bert was stroking, and I guess that this guy noticed me looking at him. Bert must have gotten the wrong idea because he suggested that if I wanted, we could jerk each other off, or more.

"Notice you seemed interested in old Willie here," Bert said, wiggling his thick 7" at me and smiling. "If you're into it, I'm open-minded that way."

I shook my head and went back to watching my daughter get seduced my the buxom blonde, and when they faced each other and Kay rubbed her breasts into Patty's, it was all I could do to say the hell with it and jerk off along with Bert.

Patty kept looking over at me and the man beside me as Kay lowered her to the bed, but after Kay put her face between her legs and started to eat her out, Patty forgot all about us.

A couple of hours later, we said our goodbyes. By then, I had stopped trying to hide the massive stain in the front of my slacks, the result I accidently touching myself while watching Patty and Kay go at it.

In the car, Patty kept looking at me to see my reaction as I started the enine.

"Are you mad at me Daddy?" Patty asked. "I wouldn't have done it if you didn't say it was okay."

"I'm not mad, honey," I assured her.

Patty was right. I was the one that told her it was okay when Bert suggested we get involved. I could have said no, and in fact I did decline Kay's offer at first, but instead sat there while Patty came over and knelt between Bert's legs.

I had already cum in my pants a little while ago, but when I saw Patty take Bert's cock in her mouth, I was hard again. She glanced over at me watching as her mouth slid up and down that thick dusky shaft, and all I could do was nod.

I hardly realized Bert's wife had come over and assumed the same position that my daughter had in front of her husband, and I was so aroused that I didn't care that the blonde saw how gooey my underwear was.

Kay smiled when she coaxed my underwear off and grabbed my skinny erection, but thankfully didn't laugh as she slid her mouth all the way down my dick. Kay couldn't suck cock as good as my daughter, but I didn't care because I came almost right away.

Bert came soon thereafter, unleasing a load that was trickling out of the corners of Patty's mouth as he moved his head up and down on him, and a half hour later we said our goodbyes.

"Where are you going, Daddy?" Patty was asking as I pulled off into a deserted parking lot and turned off the lights.

I took her while Patty leaned over a guard rail, fucking her from behind like an animal while my daughter cackled with delight.

"Good. I thought you were mad," Patty said after we got back into the car and resumed our ride hime.

"No baby," I said. "I'm not mad."

I wasn't mad, at least not at her. I was a little pissed off at myself, because even at this point I knew that this was not the way a father was supposed to act.

***

I lost my job soon after that night. It had nothing to do with that night with those two swingers, but had something to do with the pictures my wife had sent to my employer. Apparently the company has a policy whereas they frown on staff who are stupid enough to let their wives catch them fucking their daughter.

When confronted with the photos, that my ex had been savvy enough to snap without my knowledge one night before Patty and I had left, all I could do was shrug.

Yes, that was me humping that skinny girl in the photos. What was I going to say? Kinda stupid on my part, but then again stupid seemed to cover a lot of what I did.

My ex was doing fine, having gotten the house and all of our savings, and was now banging the guy she had been fucking behind my back for quite a while. He was well off, so she didn't need alimony, but the urge to stick it to me, and Patty, proved too much for her.

"What are we going to do, Daddy?" Patty asked me, and for once I didn't know, although our situation had caused me to look into some strange ways of generating income.

"You could become a porn actress," I suggested with enough of a smile for Patty to be able to laugh it off with me.

"Who would buy a movie to see me naked?" Patty asked. "Besides you maybe."

"Well, there's this company that makes these offbeat movies," I explained.

***

"Take your clothes off," the guy behind the desk was telling Patty, and after she looked at me she stood up and peeled off her clothes without much hesitation, something I had made clear she had to do like it was no big deal.

Patty, bless her heart, stripped down and stood there bravely in front of the two men who were interviewing us, and maybe it helped that they seemed bored by the sight of a naked girl in their office.

"Damn, she's tall," the other guy, a greasy looking weasel, remarked.

"They can work around that," the guy behind the desk said. "That bush has to go though. Jeez! You okay with your old man there in the room watching you?" 

"Yes," Patty said as she stared straight ahead while they talked about her and took a couple of pictures.

"Any hang-ups? Anal? DP? Spades?"

"No," Patty said, although I don't think she understood what the guy was talking about.

"So Daddy," the desk guy said, adding a saracstic tone to the term. "You're going to sit by the bed and give your daughter to whoever we pick out and let him stick his cock in her mouth, cunt and ass while you watch?"

I nodded.

"You up to jerking off?"

"What? Here?"

"No, fool. On the set. You know, standing there and jerking off while your daughter's getting fucked?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"That's part of the deal. Didn't you watch any of our shit before you got here?"

"I just saw the DVD cases," I mumbled, not mentioning that we were so broke we couldn't even afford to rent a movie, let alone buy one. "I'm - I'm... not exactly built like a porn actor."

"All the better," the greasy guy said. "Take it out."

I was about to say the hell with it, but when I looked over at Patty, who was standing there naked and willing to do anything to help us survive, I stood up.

"Okay," I guy said after glancing at my meager offering. "One thousand dollars."

"Each?" I asked.

"The two of you split it however the fuck you want," the desk guy said. "You get paid when it's over. Either of you chicken out or refuse to do what's asked of you, you get nothing. Understood?"

I looked at Patty and waited for her to answer for us, and to be honest I wasn't sure what I wanted her to say.

***

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Daddy's Prom Queen Ch. 02



As I rounded the corner leading out of the kitchen, I glanced back at Karen. She was still sitting on the counter top, feet pulled up, soles of her feet now touching as her knees dropped to the side. Her elbows rested on her knees, her hands propping under her chin. She watched me as I bounded toward the stairs. "Not fair Daddy", she called out to me. I hesitated, turning and slowly walked back to the kitchen, approaching her sitting on the counter. Her nakedness overwhelmed me, her firm breasts mostly hidden by her arms, a flesh tunnel to glance down her body, my eyes searching for her sex. Her eyes sparkled.

"You're dribbling," she laughed at me. I glanced down, a long stream of gooey liquid stretched from my dangling cock looping over to my thigh. I looked for the puffs, stretching to reach them, grabbing the top one out of the box to wipe my cock head and thigh clean. I caught a glimpse of Karen drop her right arm to the counter, her hand cupping the edge, swing her body up effortlessly, feet stretching to reach into space, her body rising quickly, flying off the counter, landing with a audible softness. I saw her backside flex, her calves defined, exploding as she lurched toward the stairs. She did not look back. I stood silently, my fingers squeezing my flaccid cock, squeezing any remaining fluid out my shaft, into the soiled puff. One more wipe through the eye, wadding the puff up, opened the cabinet door, tossed the puff into the trash under the sink. I turned, marched forward, beaten.

I reached the corner, turned, and headed across the living room, naked. I could not remember roaming around the house naked like this. Note to self, I should have grabbed my clothes. I approached the stairs. Karen was sitting on the third step, her hands on her knees, opening her knees wide, closing them, opening them wide, and closing them. "Come here Daddy," she coaxed me. "I have a surprise for you," her voice chimed. I approached, standing just in front of the steps. Her hands reached out, grabbing my cock. My hips thrust forward slightly, pushing my cock deeper into her space. She pulled gently, stretching me cock meat, squeezing at the base, a milking like motion stretching my cock forward. "My turn Daddy," she growled, "let baby taste you!"

I reached to her, my hand covering her ear, gently caressing her cheekbone. My hips arched forward. I placed a foot on the second step, allowing my hips to push forward. I watched as Karen licked her lips, her tongue darting out, touching my cock. Her tongue slipped into the eye, rolling my cock head, her tongue now washing the sensitive bulb. Her fingers wrapped firmly around my cock, squeezing, stretching, pulling my cock forward, pushing my cock head between her lips as her tongue danced around the rim, into his eye, and back to poke at him, to roll my cock inside her mouth. She maintained her distance, even as I applied pressure to pull her mouth forward, to impale her beautiful face on my cock. Leaning back slightly, her mouth opened wide, her tongue stretched out, she licked all over my cock as she tugged on my cock meat. One hand slipped downwards, her thumb and index finger circling my sac above my hanging balls. She wrapped her fingers around, forming a circle with my balls below. She milked her hand downwards, her fingers adding pressure to my balls. Closing her lips, she sucked hard, the head of my cock popping into her begging mouth.

I pulled on her head, pushing my hips forward. My cock head disappeared into her mouth, her lips stretching, her tongue dancing over me. Her remaining hand milked me into her mouth, released, reached the base, and milked forward again, stopping as her hand reached her lips. Several pumps, her lips stretching to swallow more, tongue firmly rolling my cock around the inside of her mouth, her teeth raking over the sensitive skin, my cock expanded instantly, life again entering the soft flesh. Seconds passed, my cock first chubbed, expanding in girth, length as blood rushed to fill it. Several more seconds, Karen realized that I was regaining firmness, hardness was just seconds away. "Yes Daddy, fill my mouth with your hard cock," she whispered, licking her lips, and pounding forward with her face. I now started thrusting, pulling a growing cock out of her mouth, pushing back forward quickly, pushing my hardening cock between her lips, pushing my cock deeper into her face, forcing more down her throat. I passed the base of her mouth, my cock lurched forward hard, sliding down her soft throat. Her lips nuzzled into my pubic hair, her mouth and throat fully invaded by my hardening cock. 

"Yes baby," was all I could whisper. I groaned deeply. I thrust forward again, pulled back, and thrust myself deep into her pliant mouth. She sucked hard, her lips refusing to release me as I withdrew with each stroke. My cock glistened with her saliva. Her hand now pumped, squeezed, twisted, hammered my cock with each withdrawal, and flattened against my pelvic bone with each thrust forward. I was totally buried, balls deep in her face. My other hand reached to her, each hand covering an ear. I playfully grabbed her ears, pulling her forward as I jammed my cock down her throat. I humped harder, faster. I pulled back, seeing my complete cock withdraw from her mouth. She licked its head, opened wide, moved forward slightly. As she pulled on my balls, I thrust my hips forward, sliding all 9 ½ inches into her mouth and throat. Her lips stretched hard, thin. Her cheeks hollowed as I withdrew, her sucking pulling any drops of cum from my balls. Pulling off, she pushed my body back off the stairs. 

Moving forward, she stood on the bottom step, turning quickly, spreading her feet slightly wider than her shoulders, she bent at the waist, leaned, placing her hands on the 4th step. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, swaying her ass with each movement. "Fuck me hard Daddy!" she growled at me. "Drive you cock into my wet, warm cunt, Daddy!" she told me. "Slap your hips against my ass!" Oh god fuck me hard!" she commanded.

I grabbed my cock, my fingers fisting around my rigid meat. I stepped forward, aimed my cock head between her legs, pulling my cock head up between her wet lips. They caressed my cock, wrapping around the large head, sliding through the slippery, wet slit, closing again as my cock head passed. Reaching the back of her slit, my cock lurched forward, filling her hole just that instant before penetration. Fisting my cock, I reamed her opening hole, listening to her juices as her lips slipped over my skin. Karen arched her hips, bending even further, her ass now the highest point of her form. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed my hanging balls. Surprised, I arched forward. My cock split her lips, pounded its head through her first barrier, and penetrated her cunt again. Velvet softness surrounded my cock. I stopped movement. Karen had other ideas.

"Daddy!" she screamed. "Jesus Daddy! Fuck me!" she again commanded. I reached to her hip bones, wiggling slightly, I pulled her body back to me. I watched as my cock slid into the depths of her body. Her knees buckled, stiffened, her ass wriggled slightly, pushing back to absorb my penetrating cock. I raised to my toes, rocking, driving inches into her body. I stopped my thrust, pulled my hips back, pushing her body away. Glistening with her wetness, my cock slid from her hole, her lips stretching hard down my shaft, holding, sucking my cock, begging for me to thrust forward again, to jam my manhood deep into her willing body. I could feel her fingers nails raking my shaft as her fingers masturbated her engorged clit. My cock slid almost completely into her body. I withdrew quickly, grabbing her hips firmly, I pulled forward hard, driving my cock forward with renewed vigor, grinding, rotating, raising my hips, lowering my hips by buckling my knees slightly. I pulled forward, driving every inch of my rigid cock into her warm depths. My hip bones kissed her ass very gently, no real sound heard. I ground my crotch forward hard, her ass cheeks spreading slightly as I pushed every last possible exposed cock deep into her cunt. 

I started tiny, quick thrusts, grinding thrusts, humps against her ass. A half inch out, slammed in, an inch out, and slammed back in. I pulled back, inch after inch exposed. I could feel her tighten her muscles to hold me. My cock head escaped her cunt, its head pressing against her hole. I thrust forward hard. Lust overcame me. I wanted to slam my hips against her soft, beautiful ass. My hips, slapping her cheeks, the glorious noise filled my senses. I pulled back several inches, thrust forward again harder. Slap! My fingers dug into her hip bones. I pulled back, thrust forward again. Slap! Harder, quicker, I withdrew, thrust forward, the noises of our sex filling the room. Karen, her head hung down between her arms, screaming "Daddy" over and over. My head thrown back, my mind one with my cock, my piston like thrusts consuming all thought. Eyes closed tightly, I could see our bodies joined at the hip and ass, my cock giving pleasure, driving deep, my hips slapping her shapely ass firmly. My grunts harmonically joined her screams. Our bodies screaming, singing loudly in sexual lust. I fucked her hard! I wanted to split her body with my engorged cock! I wanted to join her to me, impaled forever on my magnificent fuck tool. I wanted her body to be forever mine, cumming under my savage thrusts. Our lust, our desires incessant. I hammered her!

Breathing ragged. Breath gone. Grunting! Screaming! I fucked her. She fucked me! Her hips drove back against me, accepting each thrust with a push that buried me deep. Her arch opened her cunt to me, begging for me to penetrate her. My hand slipped to her crack. My thumb slid quickly down between her soft globes. Sliding over my slick shaft, my thumb coated with her juices. My thumb jumped back to her tight hole. Coated with her wetness, my thumb rotated over her ass. Without warning, with a withdrawal of my cock, her ass pushed back to hold me deep. I popped my thumb through her tight ring, just the thumb tip to the knuckle forced through. "Of Daddy!" screamed Karen. I thrust forward again, my hips hitting my thumb, putting more pressure on its penetration of her backside. I rotated my thumb as my cock went deep, grinding her body hard against mine. Mind gone now! My little brain took control. I started to hammer her, demanding thrusts, pounding her soft flesh as my thumb popped in and out of her asshole. I felt her legs buckle, her cunt started spasms on my rigid cock. Her breathing stopped entirely, her ass thrusting up, down, back, forward with involuntary convulsions. 

My balls exploded. I thrust forward hard, jamming my body tight against hers, burying my cock balls deep, her cunt sucking me forward hard, milking my cum from my body. I felt the muscles squeeze my cum out of my balls into my shaft as the spasms brought the milky liquid up my shaft and spit them into her waiting body. I pulled my hips tight against her, even buckling my knees slightly, and straightening quickly to force more cock into her willing body. Spurt after spurt rocketed up my shaft, erupting, filling her body. I ground my crotch against her. I humped her ass with tiny, short strokes, grinding each deep and repeating. Our bodies rocked together, grinding against each other. My thumb tip was still held tight by her ass. No movement, just soft penetration. I pulled my thumb out, maintaining contact with her tight ring. I rotated my thumb gently, feeling her muscles tighten, refusing to allow my thumb to reenter. Her ass would be mine soon I thought to myself. I swatted her right cheek gently, the light smack audible, exhilarating. I thrust forward hard one more time. My cock was deflating as I ground myself against her ass. Breathing was returning.

I did not know what to do. Pull out? Grind myself against her soft ass? I leaned over her, reached around and slid my hand down between her legs. My fingers quickly found her wet slit, her clit engorged, extruding from between her lips. I flicked my fingers back and forth over the clit rapidly. Within seconds, Karen's breathing changed drastically. Listening to her moans, I knew her orgasm approached quickly. With a deep, guttural grunt, she came again. Her knees buckled, my cock pulled out of her body. Karen slumped to the stairs, resting on her knees. I leaned and kissed the small of her back. 

"Shower time baby girl," I whispered. I literally stepped over her, straddling up her body, and headed upstairs. I entered my bedroom, turned the corner, headed down the hall between the walk-in closets, and entered the bathroom. I opened the glass door, started the water, closed the door, and stepped into the toilet alcove. Closing the door, I grabbed a limp cock, aimed at the bowl, and peed.

Opening the door, I found Karen under the stream of water cascading from the shower head. Stepping into the shower, I reached to the far wall shower head, started the water. An instant of cold water splashed forward, hitting Karen on the butt and legs. Startled, she jumped and screamed. Apologizing, I stepped in, the water now getting hot. I spent a minute getting soaked from head to toe. Turning Karen to me, I leaned to kiss her lips gently, playfully. My tongue darted into her mouth as I sucked her tongue into mine. My hands roamed over her shoulders, down her arms, to her collar bones, and slowly, softly down her wet body. I found her tits, firm, taunt, nipples firm, extended from the cool air and warm water cascading over our bodies. I leaned to suck a hard nipple into my mouth. My tongue danced over the firm flesh. Water splashed over my head, making it hard to breathe as water ran over and around my nose. I was forced to open my mouth to get a breath, my tongue continued to poke at her rigid nipple. I moved to her other breast. She turned her body to assist me, driving her firm nipple into my waiting mouth. I nipped at her taunt, firm nub, allowing my tongue to mash it against the inside of my teeth. My teeth grabbed it firmly, stretching the nub as my tongue poked and teased the firm nipple. 

Standing, I reached for the shampoo. For the next 20-minutes, we gave each other slow, gentle caresses as we washed each others bodies from head to toe. We spent time to thoroughly clean each other. After doing her front side laboriously, I turned her to wash her backside. Slowly, I washed her back, shoulders, hips, and down her legs. I pushed her forward, bending her at the waist as I stroked her cheeks. sliding my fingers down her crack, the soap and water running over her ass. I parted her cheeks, sliding my finger tips down, running my fingertips over the exposed rosebud. Karen's body lurched, a noticed grunt filled the shower enclosure.

"Daddy, fuck my ass?" she queried. I watched as she leaned forward, grabbing her water handles, arching her back, her feet spreading. My fingertips rolled over her rosebud. I could feel her muscles tighten, pucker to keep any intruder out. With the shower cascading down her on the small of her back, the water ran directly over her hips, funneling down between her crack. I dropped to my knees, my hands reaching to her ass. Sliding my thumbs up her crack, I gently spread her ass to expose the target of my desires. I leaned forward, kissing her ass, my tongue reaching to touch the soft globe. I licked toward her asshole. The muscles tightened as her back arched, her hips thrusting backwards to reach my mouth. My tongue found her sphincter. Her body jumped as my tongue circled the tight muscles. I moved to kiss her most private of parts. As my lips circled the skin, my tongue drove forward, reaming her backside hole. Karen's body jumped, a slight scream escaped her lips. Water, trapped by my face tight against her ass, did not allow my breathing. I played for a few more seconds before I had to pull out and breathe. I reached to her wet hole, parted the lips, and jammed a finger deep into her cunt. Surprised, she thrust backwards to capture her intruder.

I quickly reached a coated finger to her protective ring, sliding my fingertip quickly through her bodies attempt to prohibit my penetration. I circled my fingertip, forcing the muscles to accept my digital penetration. I pulled back, and thrust forward, driving more finger into her, reaching the second knuckle. Again, I rotated my finger, spreading the muscles. One more withdrawal, I forced my finger completely into her ass. Rotating my finger, I pulled out and pushed forward again, sliding a second finger with the first. Karen cursed loudly, but forced her hips back. Her breathing was ragged at best. I jammed my fingers deep. Standing, I slid up next to her, aimed my cock at her gaping cunt, and pushed forward. I slid deep, coating my cock completely. Not missing a beat, I withdrew, pulled my fingers out of her ass, grabbed my hard cock, and pushed forward against her tight ring. Grabbing her hips, I pulled forward roughly. My cock head exploded through her ass, grabbing my cock head firmly. I stopped thrusting as my cock head penetrated, feeling her muscles tighten over the bulb head. I pushed forward gently, driving more cock into her ass. 

"Easy Daddy," Karen begged. I moved slowly, pushing in, pulling out even gentler. I moved forward again. Karen tried to relax. "Daddy, I have never had anything in my ass," she moaned. "Don't hurt me," she breathed. I reached, aimed the shower off direct aim at our bodies.

My cock looked enormous against her backside, sliding into her crack, disappearing into her body. Reaching down under my cock, I gathered her juices, coated my cock, and pushed forward again. I pushed more cock into her willing ass, sliding, pulling back, pushing forward again. I coated my cock again. I pushed forward gently. More cock was vanishing, being absorbed by her body. Her hips rotated, arching, driving back on me. Slowly, we were impaling her body on my cock. My cock was buried in her ass.

"Oh God baby," I muttered. "I am going to cum again," I whispered huskily.

"Fuck me Daddy! Pound my ass!" she grunted.

I withdrew, slammed my hips forward with abandon. I repeated my thrusts, driving forward hard. grinding my body against hers. Again, our bodies slapped together, the sound exploding around us in the shower stall. Grunting, screaming, moaning filled all hearing. We became lost in our sex. Nothing but cumming mattered. I slammed forward, driving my cock deep into my baby. I pulled back, her muttering, grunting, commands filling all thought. "Fuck my ass Daddy! Oh Jesus Daddy!" or something to that sort escaped her lips over and over. I slammed forward again, driving my cock deep into her ass. No rational thought existed. Lust consumed us. We fucked like demons possessed, slamming our bodies together, driving, grinding my cock balls deep in her ass. And repeating. I needed to cum. My balls churned. My cock expanded again as my balls took control of my shaft. Eyes wide open, I watched my cock slide in, out of her ass. She was mine! Body! Soul! Ass! She was mine!

Without warning, my balls erupted, sending my white, gooey liquid into my pounding shaft. Muscles contracted, forcing my cum up my long shaft, and spewed it forth into her bowels. Spurts, blindly forced from deep within, coated her backside. I jammed my cock deep, pulling my body tight against her, forcing my cum deep, deep within her body. Spitting, flooding her insides. Quickly, my orgasm was over. A third time in 2-short hours drained my balls quickly. My cock deflated just as quickly. Within seconds, I pulled a rather flaccid cock from her ass. I reached, grabbed the shower head, and poured water over us again. I grabbed the soap and washed my limp cock thoroughly. I pulled Karen to me, hugging her, sheltering her in my arms. 




Daddy's Prom Queen Ch. 02



"Daddy, I love you!" she whispered.

"Love you too baby!" I replied.

We stood silently, absorbing our feelings, our lust, our thoughts. Several minutes passed. I washed her body, carefully washing over her ass. I found fluid leaking from her ass, and washed her gently, cleaning what I could of her body.

Exhausted, I stepped from the shower, grabbing a towel. I stepped to the linen closet, grabbed Karen another towel, and handed it to her as she existed the shower.

"Come take a nap with me," I offered. I headed out of the bathroom. Reaching the bed, I pulled back the quilt, pulled down the sheets, and climbed in. Within seconds, Karen joined me, snuggling up close. Her naked body melded with mine. Our skin, soft, our bodies sharing an electricity.

"Daddy!" Karen whispered.

"Yes baby," I replied.

"Ever since I have understood why momma screams at night in your bedroom, I have wanted you. I have masturbated for the past couple of years, dreaming of you fucking me!" Karen volunteered. "I have tried to catch you naked! I have wished you would come to my room during the night and see me naked," she whispered. "I love you Daddy," she stated. "I am yours any time you want me!" 

"I love you too baby!" I whispered. "I have wanted you for the past couple of years, watching your body fill out, you become a beautiful young lady!" I said as I leaned to kiss her forehead. Karen snuggled up close, our bodies now tight together. Karen kissed my neck, her teeth grabbing my flesh, gently biting and sucking it into her mouth. Her tongue snaked over my neck, my collar bone. Her fingers rolled over my nipple. 

"Momma knows," Karen whispered, looking into my eyes. She leaned to nip my flesh.

I swear, my cock chubbed instantly, growing both in length and girth for the fourth time in one afternoon. I prayed for another snow day at her school! I wanted her again!



Daddy's Prom Queen Ch. 03



Tuesday morning dawned bright as the sun rose in magnificent color over the horizon. Karen would be attending school this morning. I got dressed for my time on the tread mill, woke her from a deep sleep, and headed off down to my solitary workout. Finding a good movie on CMax, I passed the hour quickly.

I got back upstairs just as Karen was making her way down to breakfast. We chatted over a bowl of Cheerios. Quickly, Karen threw on her light jacket and was off. We had purchased a new Jeep Rubicon for her graduation present, had it modified with all the lift kit, tires, and rims offered through the dealer. Knowing from past experience, I mentioned to be very careful. The short wheel base could contribute to difficulty on snowy icy roads. With this warning, she was off.

I went back to work. The day passed quickly. This coming Saturday is prom. Karen has been asked by her long time friend Justin to attend the dance. Karen and he had dated off and on during high school, nothing real serious. He is a nice kid. So I knew how the weekend was planned. Late in the afternoon, I got a call from my wife, she would be returning early Saturday morning. I was to pick her up. Arriving early would allow plenty of time for the ladies to get Karen ready for the prom.

After school on Wednesday, actually early evening just before dinner, I had been working down in my office. I finished, and moved upstairs. The stairwell comes up in a hallway that leads to the front entry way with a left turn, or to the kitchen with a right turn. Turning right, I walked into the kitchen. Karen was there, bent over and leaning on the wide wraparound counter from the kitchen side, looking over the kitchen table nook and bar stools lining the other side of the counter, talking on the phone. The view made my cock jump to life instantly. 

Karen had on a pair of running shorts, accenting her long, long legs. With her feet spread apart, she rocked back and forth, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, swaying her ass gently. Propped on her elbows, her body focused all thought on her ass. Now, I am a teasing man, so I stepped to her, reaching out softly to place my hands on either side of her hips, wrapping my fingers over her hip bones. I stepped to her, pressing my crotch against the backside of her ass. With my cock chubbing, Karen could feel my firmness sliding up against her crack. She turned to look at me, stopping in mid sentence.

I placed my finger quickly to my lips. "Shhhh," I whispered as I ground my hips seductively against her heart shaped backside. I bent slightly at the knees, sliding my cock hard against her, wiggling slightly to press my growing cock between her cheeks, pushing the material tight against her crack. I wanted her to feel my cock meat. I playfully humped her several times.

"Dad's humping my ass right now," Karen said in the phone. I froze! "He's sliding his cock firmly in my crack," she continued, hesitating, watching me. "Yes, I am going to fuck him right here," she whispered huskily into the phone. My mouth hung open. My face blank, I could only stutter unintelligible words.

"Dad, it's Mom already," Karen snapped at me. "Don't blow a gasket!" she continued as she handed me the phone. She pushed her hips back against me, grinding her ass against my crotch. I swatted her ass, mouthing stop it.

"Hi babe," I mustered into the phone. God I prayed for a dial tone. Fuck, no dial tone. Nothing. I listened, my focus now on the phone. My cock shriveled quickly, wanting to hide. Karen was pushing me back a step, her hands reaching to my sweats. I pushed her hands away. "Honey," I again said into the phone. Listening, I was sure I would get reamed.

"I'm here honey," my wife responded.

"Hey, what a funny daughter we have," I said. "I bet she teases all the boys," I said, feeling extremely stupid for the comment. I jumped, a grunt escaping my mouth. Karen's hand grasp my flaccid cock firmly through my sweats, tugging hard, pumping back down, and repeating.

"Daddy need his baby girl," she asked out loud. "I love his cock Mom," she blurted out very loud. I reached to cover the mouthpiece.

"Stop it!" I commanded Karen.

Returning the phone to my ear, my wife was talking to me. "Jordan!" my wife's voice penetrated the receiver. "Tell me what she is doing," she said. 

"Honey, I" my voice trailed off as Karen pulled my sweats down to my ankles. Just as quickly, she pulled my briefs down, my growing cock aiming directly at her face. I hesitated briefly. Karen leaned to my cock, her mouth opening, her tongue reached out to touch the head.

"Jordan! Answer me! What is she doing?" demanded my wife.

"She has wrapped her fingers around my cock, pulling it to her mouth, her tongue is licking the head, her lips are covering the head," I groaned. I reached to Karen, my hand caressing her face. She stared deep into my eyes.

"She is sucking my cock into her mouth. She is staring into my eyes. Her mouth is stretching to get my cock into her mouth," I whispered into the receiver. "Oh God sweetie," I groaned, stroking Karen's hair. I pulled her forward slightly, driving more cock into her face. "I just drove more cock into her mouth," I focused long enough to whisper into the phone. My cock was growing extremely rigid. Karen reached around me, grabbing my ass, pulling me forward hard. "She is pulling on my ass, her fingers pulling my hips forward," I continued whispering into the phone. "Her lips," I groaned deeply as she deep throated me. "Oh fuck!" I grunted. "She has me completely down her throat! She is squeezing my balls!" I whispered in the phone. "Feel your pussy baby! Is it wet?" I asked Karen. Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft.

"Her pussy is wet," I whispered again into the receiver. I grunted loudly as she drove her face down on me. "Hold on a second," I commanded into the receiver. I sat the phone on the counter. I reached to Karen, pulling her up and off my cock. I dropped to my knees, pulling her shorts down her legs. I grabbed the waist band of her panties, pulling them roughly down her body, almost ripping the flimsy material in the process. "Tell Mom what I am doing,," I instructed Karen. "Tell her now!" I pushed Karen back against the counter, lifted her leg, draped it over my shoulder. I moved forward quickly, my mouth finding her engorged clit. I sucked it into my mouth just as Karen grabbed the receiver.

"Mom!" Karen grunted into the receiver. "He's sucking my clit," she screamed into the phone. "Oh fucking Jesus," she wailed as I sucked her clit deep into my mouth. Her hips thrashed forward, humping my mouth. I held her clit firmly between my teeth, mashing it on the inside of my mouth, back and forth firmly. Karen released grunt after grunt into the phone. "Mom! Mom!" she grunted. "He's fucking me with his mouth." she whispered. She watched me intently as I assaulted her clit. Her body humped against my face. I moved lower, my tongue reaching into her wet hole. I reamed her quickly, then drove my tongue deep. Her leg rose up off my shoulder, opening her cunt to me. "His tongue is in my hole," she grunted. "Oh fuck yes Daddy! Make baby cum Daddy! Please?" she whispered to me.

"Mom says to suck my clit! Drive two fingers into my hole!" Karen was telling me. I returned to her clit, grabbed it with my mouth, my tongue again trashing her sensitive bud. I reached up, aligned two fingers, and jammed them into her body. "Oh fuck!" screamed Karen. "Mother!" she continued. I thrust my fingers in and out of her body, never releasing her clit as she humped against my face. Her body tensed Her breathing grew labored. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" she grunted.

Seconds passed. A guttural groan erupted from deep within her body. She pulled me hard against her clit. "I'm cumming Mother! I'm cumming!" she screamed. Juices flooded from her hole, running over my hammering fingers, over my palm, almost to my wrist. I fucked her body hard. Her body convulsed with my tongue dancing on her sensitive clit. She pushed me away. "Stick it in me Daddy!" she commanded. "I need your cock," she continued.

I stood, my hand trailing across her thigh, her wetness glazed over my fingers. Grabbing her shoulders, I turned her around, pushed her down on the counter top tile, kicked her feet apart slightly. Her cunt peaked at me from her globes, her slit visible, her lips glistened in the light, her wetness showing clearly. I grabbed my cock, stepped to her, and slid its' head up and down her slit. 

"Ask your mother if she made herself cum?" I told Karen.

"Mom, did you make yourself cum?" Karen asked. No hesitation at all. "Mom said she did," Karen continued.

"Is she ready to stick her fingers in her wet cunt?" I asked.

"Daddy wants to know if you are ready to stick your fingers in your cunt," Karen whispered almost incoherently as I slid my cock up and down between her wet lips. "Yes," Karen's voice trailed off as I found her hole, pressing the head of my cock firmly against her. Her hips rocked, wanting to suck my cock into her pussy. 

"Tell her to get ready Baby," I whispered to Karen. "Tell her wait until I stick my cock in you!"

"Momma, Daddy wants you to wait for a second. Wait until he shoves his cock into my cunt," Karen breathed into the receiver. "Yes Daddy. Momma says do it now!" continued Karen.

"Now!" I stated, pushing my hips forward hard. I leaned over Karen, placing my sticky fingers at her mouth. "Lick my fingers Baby! Tell Mommy!" I grunted as I slammed my body forward, withdrew, and repeated each thrust again and again. I quickly buried my cock completely in Karen's cunt.

"Momma, I'm going to suck Daddy's fingers! Yes, the ones that were in my cunt! Yes, I taste good!" Karen grunted out. With that, she sucked my fingers hard into her mouth. She exaggerated her sucking sounds so they traveled through the receiver to Mom's ears. I stopped my thrusts.

"Honey, listen to this!" I stated loudly. I pulled back, my cock almost completely out of her tight, wet pussy. I slammed forward, my hips slapping her hips with a loud, clearly defined slap. I repeated it again, slapping her hips hard, the noise filling the kitchen. Now I lost it. I thrust forward hard again and again, hammering her pussy, driving every inch of my cock hard into her cunt. 

"Jesus Christ Mom! Daddy's fucking me hard! Momma says harder! Make me scream!" Karen stated. Karen started screaming into the receiver, grunting, swearing, begging for more cock, telling her mom how good my cock felt. "His cock is fucking me Mom!" she continued. Suddenly, her body began twitching, her breathing stopped, her body went rigid under me, then exploded in another orgasm. "I'm cumming!" screamed Karen, both at me and the receiver. Juices poured from her cunt, covering my cock and balls. Nothing intelligible now, just raunchy, nasty sex. I hammered her body.

Coherent thought lost! My balls expanded, churning daddy juices, waiting to be sprayed into her body. My cock grew sensitive. My balls erupted, sending my sticky cum out and up my rigid shaft, spitting from his eye into her waiting body. Spurt and spurt, I ground my hips hard against her. "Mommy, I feel him cumming in me!" Karen grunted into the receiver. "You're welcome Momma! Ok, talk to you later," whispered Karen, pressing the off button on the phone. "She came too Daddy! Momma came while we were fucking!" grinned Karen. I ground my hips against her ass, leaned over her body, and gave her a big hug.

"Love you baby girl!" I told her. Standing, I pulled back very slowly, pulling my deflating meat from her cunt. My cock stretched slightly as her muscles held me, releasing my cock reluctantly. With a rush of air, my cock plopped out of her pussy, drooped over my balls, sticky from her juices. "Hey, bet we can get a shower in before dinner," I chimed.

"Sounds great Daddy!" Karen responded. "Think you can make me cum again?" she asked. I just grinned, shook my head affirmative, and headed off to the shower. We played the rest of the evening. With three more days until prom and the return of Mom, we fucked often, hard, and willingly. 

Saturday got her very quickly. I left very early to get to the airport in time to pick the Momma up. I left Karen in bed. I waited at the entrance parking for her call, then waiting a few more minutes until I knew she would be at the dropoff island where she would see me as I approached. I pulled over, jumped out of the truck to open the back door and load her suitcase. I drive a Ford 350 crew cab, Harley Davidson series model. As I moved to her, she grabbed me, threw her arms around my neck, and planted the wettest kiss I had received from her in years square on my kisser. Her tongue exploded into my mouth, her body pressed up tight against my larger frame. I pulled her arms from my neck, finished the kiss, and stood, somewhat embarrassed at her display at the curb. "Glad to see me babe?" I inquired, laughing. 

"I hope you're thinking about me, and do not have a banana in your pocket," she quipped. It took just seconds, but we piled in the car and began our 2-hour drive back to the mountains. Driving across the highway in north Denver headed west, she reached to caress my thigh, her fingertips steadily playing further up my leg. The truck had captain chairs with a console in the middle to make it even harder for her to get a feel without a strenuous effort. And as my luck would have it, my cock normally hangs down the left leg, so unless she was very aggressive, my cock would just have to think about it. We hit Evergreen Parkway west of Denver and began the climb. With a large pickup truck, jacked up with a 3-inch lift kit and oversized tires, my vehicle sits up high. Next thing I know, she has released her seat belt, dropped down in front of the console angled to my right, and is reaching for my belt and zipper. She quickly freed my flaccid cock.

Grabbing it, she bent forward, her lips quickly surrounding the growing head. She attacked my cock with a vengeance, stirring life in a matter of seconds. I reached to caress the back of her head as she crammed my cock down her throat. I had to force myself to keep my eyes on the road. Engorged in a matter of seconds, my cock reached full size almost immediately. She pumped my shaft hard as she pulled up off my cock with her mouth, slammed her hand up and down my shaft as she swirled the head around the inside of her mouth, then thrust her face back down my long shaft, grunting, groaning, almost biting my cock. And her sucking, she literally inhaled and juices starting deep in my sac. Her cheeks would hollow when she pulled up. The look on her face was priceless. Animalistic would be my best description of it! It did not take long. By the time I reached Floyd Hill, my balls were churning. The cheeks of my ass were flexing hard, driving any more cock I could into her face. Her lips formed a tight seal at the base of my cock, pulling up, drawing any and all pre-cum into her waiting mouth. My body tensed. My balls erupted, forcing my sticky liquid into my shaft, the muscles hurled it up and out, spewing forth into her waiting mouth. Not normally a swallower, she took all my cock could deliver. Pulling off, a glob hung on the top of my deflating cock. Taking her finger, she wiped my cock clean, and sucked her finger into her mouth. Her grin said it all.

"God woman!" was all I could muster, whispering, pulling my legs together, my cock and balls throbbing from the excitement. Licking her lips, she crawled back in her seat, and sighed very contentedly. I watched as she opened her jeans, slid them down over her hips, pulled the front of her panties down to expose her pubic hair. Her fingers dipped below the waist band of her panties. Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, she frigged her clit, first softly, but as her passion increased, her eyes opened, her mouth opened, her tongue continuously licked her lips, she drove her body to an explosive orgasm. Then a second! Then a third. She drew her fingers to her lips, licking each one slowly, deliberately, watching me all the time, staring at me, wanting a reaction of some kind. 

"I want to fuck you!" she growled. We pulled over in Georgetown, pulled into a large nearly empty parking lot by a restaurant close to the freeway. Looking around to ensure whatever privacy we could, she stripped off her pants, panties, shoes, but leaving her t-shirt and bra on, climbed into the back seat. "Come here baby!" she stated.

I could not get out of the truck quick enough. I opened the back door, climbed in to find her flat on her back, her legs spread wide, her naked pussy dripping, her engorged clit sticking out of her lips. I leaned quickly to her, sucked her clit deep into my mouth, and hammered it with my tongue. Her body reacted very quickly. A minute or two later, her body convulsed again, her hips thrusting high up off the seat, an orgasm racing through her body. My cock now rigid, wanted to rip into her flesh, to pound her gaping cunt, to slam deep into her body, to drive my flesh hard into hers. I grabbed her legs, threw them up over my shoulders, aimed my cock at her wet hole, and slammed forward. Her body gave way, my cock slid almost balls deep on the first thrust. We began fucking like demons possessed. Piston like, I thrust in and out of her body, hammering her small frame hard. I ground my hips down, driving my large cock into her petite frame, wanting to split her to pieces. It was the most animal like sex we had had in many, many years. My balls grew, my sac making cum, my desires ripping through my mind. Only sex, pure unadulterated fucking would satisfy us now. I drilled her, fucked her, drove my cock hard into her, and fucked her some more. Stroke after stroke, she screamed for me to fuck her. Her grunts, her screams echoed off the interior cab of my truck. We rocked the fucking truck. I hammered her. And like a light switch turning on, my nuts boiled over. I exploded, my balls trying to escape and jettison themselves up my shaft and spray the insides of her cunt. Spurt after spurt filled her. Just as my last spurts spit forth, her body began involuntary convulsions, a final orgasm racking her body. I laid on her, my weight forcing my deflating cock deep for another muscle spasm, grinding, twitching, humping. God it was good! I lay still, trying to catch my breath. Our breathing began to return to normal. 

The windows were steamed. A knock on the door of the cab. Glancing out, I found a state trooper outside my driver's door. My pants, down around my ankles, were pulled up very quickly. I did my best job of straightening my clothes. I moved to the door, opening just enough for me to slide out. I closed the door rapidly. The wife stayed hidden in the blacked out windows of the cab. After some explaining, the officer grinned ear to ear at me, asked once more if it was my wife. After showing him her ID from her purse, he said such matters were better off taken care of at home. I thanked him, and he was off. With my heart beating a mile a minute, I climbed back in the cab. Now dressed, my wife was a ball of laughter. We had been through a similar experience over 30-years before just after high school.

The remaining drive home was uneventful compared to the excitement derived for the first half of the trip. We made good time. Driving through Vail, we decided we were hungry. Taking the West Vail exit, we grabbed a quick bite of lunch, jumped back on the highway west until we reached Avon, our exit from the highway. Another 10-minutes, we would be home and comfortable, a cup of coffee warming our hands.

Karen met us at the door, hugging her Mom tightly. I am still amazed that such a petite woman could have a daughter at 6'2" tall, but guess my genes ruled. Thank goodness! Nothing was said about our weeks adventure, or our return trip adventure this morning. Our discussions revolved around the prom later that evening. To make matters easier, I had ordered a limo service to take my daughter and her bow for the evening. They also had invited another couple to join them. 




Daddy's Prom Queen Ch. 03



My daughter was to be ready by 5:30 p.m. that evening. Mom and Karen got to the hairdresser to make her appointment on time. I spent the afternoon relaxing, playing on the computer, and waiting for the ladies to return. About 4:00, they returned, Karen went straight to the shower, and the next hour was spent on shower, make-up, dressing, normal girl stuff. About 5:15 p.m., my daughter made a grand entrance down our circular staircase, absolutely dressed to kill. She was absolutely radiant, and stunningly beautiful. I'm a guy, but her dress was a royal blue, strapless that accentuated her boobs, showing a substantial amount of cleavage. Tight, form fitting, the dress clung to her body. Any boy would drool at her displayed shape. 

"Daddy, put you tongue back in your mouth!" she quipped as she reached her hand to me on the bottom step of the stairs. "I'm yours, but later! Not now!" she continued. I leaned to kiss her cheek, making sure I did not mess any makeup. I had to chuckle at her. She was breathtaking! Mom and I swelled with pride. Grabbing the camera, I got some great pictures of her. Within minutes, the limo pulled up. Justin bounded out, came up to the house. Several more minutes were spent getting pictures of the two of them as well. I felt comfortable the kids would be safe with a professional driver. Off they went.

We spent the evening like normal, reading, catching some Rocky baseball on the tub, news, some Saturday Night Live, and grew tired. The kids were expected back around 2:00 a.m., after a short stay at the after prom party. Karen had not wanted to take a change of clothes, wanting to wear her dress and be formal as they visited other friends. About 1:50, I awoke to Karen calling me from downstairs. "Daddy, I need you to take a picture," she was calling. Her and Justin were hanging around waiting for me. I jumped into my sweats, and headed downstairs. The wife followed.

Not surprised, Karen had been selected Prom Queen. Her tiara was very nice, nestled in her hair. I positioned them for more pictures, got a couple of pictures of her alone again with her crown, and even got a couple of the crown by itself on the table. I now had two Prom Queens' in the household. Mother and daughter! Both beauties.

Leaving them alone, Karen escorted Justin to the door. After Justin left, she ducked into the hall bathroom. A minute later, she returned. "Daddy, Daddy, I feel so pretty," Karen chanted. Grabbing her dress at mid thigh, she lifted her arms, twirling, dancing around the kitchen. I switched the camera to cam mode, and got her on video to record the excitement of the evening. She twirled too long. Stopping, she had made herself dizzy. I stepped to her, grabbing her arm. She pulled herself to me, wrapping an arm around my neck, her mouth reaching for and finding my lips waiting for her. She kissed me softly. "Daddy, your Prom Queen needs your cock!" she whispered. "Take some more pictures of me," she continued. Mom stepped back, leaned against the stove, I moved to allow her room to twirl. Karen had other ideas. She moved to accent her cleavage, squeezing her arms under her boobs, lifting them to show more mounds to the camera. She moved to the counter, bent at the waist, leaning forward by the counter, spreading her feet apart under her dress. Arching her back, she peered around beside her leg, licking her lips. "I'm naked under my dress Daddy!" she quipped.

She reached to lift her dress to her waist. There before us, she bent over again, her perfect legs and ass framed by her beautiful prom dress. Her slit was outlined by the cheeks of her ass. Her engorged lips begged for attention. She rocked back and forth, giving us a view of her sex. My cock grew rigid. My wife was breathing deep, slow breaths, watching our daughter tease us. "Mom, come suck my cunt!" Karen requested. Mom raced across the floor, kneeling behind Karen. Her hands grabbed Karen's ass, her face immediately buried between her cheeks. I could hear her sucking, kissing, and sucking some more. Karen was breathing heavy, deep breaths as well. Mom's petite hand shoved two fingers into Karen's cunt, causing her to gasp as she shoved them in. Pumping once, twice, Mom forced the final two fingers together, and forced all four fingers into her cunt. Karen grunted loudly. And I still was snapping pictures. My cock and balls were about to explode. As Mom pounded Karen's pussy, her tongue danced over her rosebud. Karen squirmed on her face, her breathing now raspy. "God Mom, it's so good!" whispered Karen.

Karen exploded on her Mom's face, her orgasm washing through her body. She humped up and down against her face. Pulling away, Karen turned, stood lifting Mom up. She planted a wet kiss on her mouth, her tongue licking her juices from her lips. Continuing her kiss, she stripped her Mom of the robe she had thrown on to come down stairs. Now naked, Karen caressed her tits, pinching her nipples. She leaned to suck one in her mouth. Mom groaned loudly. "On the counter Mom," Karen commanded. "I am going to eat your pussy while Daddy fucks his baby girl," she stated. Mom scrambled to the counter, ignoring the coolness of the tile on her back side. Placing her where she wanted her, Karen again pulled her dress up, exposing her beautiful ass again. Turning Karen simply stated "Daddy!" I sat the camera down, moved behind her, and dropped my sweats. 

My cock was throbbing, extremely rigid, and sufficiently engorged. I watched Mom spread her thighs, scooting forward just a little to allow Karen to get her clit into her mouth. She stared at me as I aimed my cock into our daughter. Getting the head coated with her wetness, I grabbed her hips, and thrust forward. Karen grunted deep, directly on Mom's clit. I thrust forward hard, slamming my cock into the depths of her wet cunt. I pulled back, thrust forward again, my hips slapping her ass hard, the sound exploding into our ears. My thrust forced Karen deep into her Mom's cunt. Biting Mom's clit firmly, Karen reached to jam two fingers into her pussy. With each thrust from me, Karen would cram her fingers deep into her mother. Mom went nuts, flexing, humping her twat into Karen's face. Her words became incoherent, but droned on. She watched as I slammed my big cock in her baby girl. Minutes passed, but Mom approached her orgasm. Pulling Karen's face tight against her clit, Mom came hard on her tongue. Karen lapped her juices, biting at her clit. Mom's grunts and screams got me. I slammed my cock deep, erupting, my balls forcing cum up my shaft and into her willing body. I slammed her repeatedly. Karen quivered, her body also racing through another orgasm. Our fucking began slowing, but continued as our bodies absorbed the feelings. My cock deflated, plopping out of Karen's cunt. Karen bit once more on Mom's clit, tugging as she pulled up and away. 

Turning to me, I looked into her eyes. She looked radiant, satisfied, and sleepy. Now nearly 3:00 a.m., it was time for sleep.

"Baby, we both have had our Prom Queen! In full dress and tiara!" I said. "Bed time," I continued. We struggled somewhat, dragging our tired asses up to bed. Outside Karen's bedroom I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her softly. "Love you baby!" I whispered. "Now to bed," I continued. Mom stepped up, hugged Karen, and kissed her as well, reaching to caress her face. One more light kiss, Karen shuffled to bed. 

Mom and I sauntered to our bedroom. We jumped naked into bed. I wrapped her in my arms, her tits mashed against my chest, kissed her passionately, and drifted off to sleep.

I looked forward to the future!



Daddy's Prom Queen



Her hips arched as my cock's head passed under her hole. Eyes wide, tongue licking her lips, she rotated her hips, driving my cock along her wet slit, sliding, grinding each inch along her wet slit, wrapped with her wet flesh. I pressed forward hard, grinding our pubic hair together. I held my position as her thighs flexed, squeezing my cock. I leaned forward. For the first time, I kissed her as a lover. My tongue extended, reaching through her parted lips, hunting her tongue. The tips of our tongues swirled over each other, circling, tasting. I sucked her tongue deep into my mouth as the desire increased.

"Daddy, take me!" she whispered. "Fuck me, make me yours!" she breathed heavily. "I want your cock Daddy!" she said looking deep into my eyes. All cognizant thought was lost. I wanted her! I wanted to make love to my daughter. To have her! To fuck her! I wanted to blow my cum deep in her body!

My hands slid down her body, reaching around her, cupping her ass. I pulled our bodies to the left, slowly our feet shuffled, allowing movement along the counter. I lifted her body, pulling her legs up, raising her body above the counter. Stepping forward, I placed her ass on the cool tile of the counter. A muffled acknowledgement of the coolness on her ass made me laugh as I sat her down. Stepping back just slightly, I raised her legs up my torso, exposing, opening her cunt to me. Grabbing my rigid cock, I stepped into her, my cock head sliding up and down her slit, glistening with her wetness. Her hands, arms slid up my body, clasping her hands behind my head. "Yes Daddy, put it in me!" she commanded.

My cock found her hole. I pushed forward just slightly, allowing its head to spread her entry, pressure sending electrical signals to our brains. My hands grabbed her hip bones, I pulled forward. The head of my cock slid into her sheath, her cunt wrapping around the underside of my cock, sucking hard to pull it deep into her body. Her hips tilted slightly. I pushed ever so easily, pushing more into her cunt. I watched her face, her eyes open, staring deep in mine. Her tongue continued to play, extending, licking her lips. Her mouth formed an O, her breath pushing out quickly as I pressed forward. More of my cock slid into her body. Resistance! I pulled back, pushing forward again without hesitating. My cock slid easily, more inches disappeared in her wet hole. I rotated my hips, grinding my cock deeper. Hesitating, I pulled out again, pulling out entirely, the tip of my cock stopping at her entrance. Glancing down, I saw my cock, blood vessels pumped full, veins standing, wrapped in her juices, demanding that I push forward again.

I thrust forward, hard. My cock slid completely into her body. Karen threw her head back, grinding her hips against me. Breathing labored, raspy. Consumed with her body, my cock took a mind of its own, forcing my hips back, slamming forward. I pounded her cunt, sliding quickly in, out, in and out of her body. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, grunting with each thrust in, whimpering with each withdrawal. Piston like, I thrust against her body, my cock invading every inch of her, her cunt lips stretching to hold me, pulling me back in with each withdrawal. Leaning forward, she bit into my shoulder hard, her teeth holding the skin as I hammered her cunt. Lost in lust, I fucked her, driving each and every inch of my cock hard into her young, yielding cunt. Breathing was difficult. My balls churned. All I could do was follow the commands issued by my cock.

"Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me!" escaped Karen's lips, over and over. She again bit into my flesh, her kisses, nips roaming over my shoulder, neck, chest, her nails digging into my shoulders as she held my flesh between her teeth. Our lust grew, our bodies racing to match the mind's desires. I fucked her hard! Driving, grinding our bodies together, then just as quickly withdrawing, slamming forward again. My mind went explosive. My balls, my nerves controlled all thought. Cum boiling, cock expanding, blood rushing, white lights, lust! I thrust forward hard, driving my cock deep, slamming my balls against her ass. 

My cock exploded. Cum rushed out of my sac, into the tubes, jettisoned up my shaft, and spit forth from my cock's eye as I ground my hips hard against her body. I could not bury my cock any deeper. I held my position, pulling hard on her hips, exploding a second spurt, a third spurt, a fourth deep into her body. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Karen was screaming. She pulled my tight, hugging me to her body. I pulled her hips hard into my cock, her legs pulling me deep. Karen grunted deep, her body twitching, convulsing slightly on my cock. Repeated grunts, her hips continued thrusting involuntarily against me. Our orgasms passed. Our breathing slowed, deepened.

Opening her eyes, Karen looked into my eyes. Pulling me to her, she kissed me softly, our lips locking in a gentle, loving kiss. I could feel her passion, her desires through her lips, her tongue exploring my mouth. I returned the passion, pulling her tight against me, not wanting my cock to slip from her body. For several minutes, we played, kissing gently, nibbling, caressing. 

"Sausage," growled Karen under her breath. "I got sausage for breakfast," she grinned. 

Leaning back, my fingers caressing her cheek, I stroked her face, continuing to push our pelvises together. "I love you baby," was all I could think to say.

"Love you to Daddy," she replied. "To hell with breakfast, join me for a shower?" she asked.

What's a Dad to do? Deny his daughter? I pulled back, my cock plopped out of her cunt, dangling over my balls. I turned and headed for the stairs. "My shower," I called as I bounded up the stairs. I hoped for a long, naked day with my daughter!