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Enticed by the Sight

By: rockandroller



Most girls of a certain age have a crush on their fathers.  He’s their protector and their first love. He’s their knight in shining armor and the most important man in their lives.  He loves them unconditionally and they love him right back.  And somehow fathers are always handsome in the eyes of their little girls.

Some of the wilder and braver girls might even harbor secret fantasies about having sex with him.  Most of them would never act on such thoughts, though.  Society’s guilt, a virgin’s embarrassment and the possibility that daddy would reject them all combine to dissuade their lustful imaginings.  No matter much they might wish for it late at night when they’re alone in bed, they don’t trust themselves enough to take that step.  They feel the rush of impending womanhood and the thrill of their first self-induced orgasms, and daddy seems like the answer to all of a girl’s new longings.  It’s something that grown-up women simply never discuss with each other, so there’s no way to tell just how many women felt the lure of forbidden sex when they were young and impressionable.  And most girls never actually did anything about it.  But I’m not most girls.

And I’m lucky.  I remember very clearly the day that I first saw my father not just as a father, but also as a man - someone who could make wild and passionate love to a woman.  Most girls somehow manage to get through their whole lives without quite believing this to be true, and respond with disdainful sounds if anyone should allude to their parents’ sex lives.

It was a Friday.  School was over and the warm spring afternoon spoke to all young girls with the promise of a lover’s kiss, a hint of the romantic possibilities in our lives wafting gently on the breeze.  I walked home enjoying the warmth and daydreaming about what I might say if Jake Holden asked me to the senior prom.  It would be so cool to have a college boy take me, even if I really didn’t have any romantic designs on him.

I’d come home from school early, my after-school activity of tennis lessons canceled by Mrs. Venable.   I knew that Dad was home with Rita because both of their cars were in the driveway.  With teenage blinders on, it never even occurred to me that they weren’t expecting me.

My real Mom got a divorce from Dad not long after I was born.  The way it was told to me later, they just decided that they couldn’t get along.  Since it happened when I was so young, I never doubted the explanation.  I’d never lived any other way, and our arrangement seemed normal to me.  And it wasn’t like Dad was some kind of absentee father.

He played the ‘divorced daddy’ part to the hilt, lavishing me with love and gifts whenever we got together.  I saw him every weekend and even sometimes during the week.  Mom obviously got along with him much better after they were divorced, because she never turned him down if he wanted to take me somewhere.  There were annual trips to the circus (with lots of cotton candy!), a rafting trip down the Arkansas, and he even took my girlfriends and me and to see Duran Duran once!  I can only imagine what he really thought of that.  But he did it because he loved me, and he even pretended to like it.

Dad and I were like best friends.  There wasn’t anything I couldn’t tell him, and I always looked forward to seeing him, even if we were just going to hang out.  It’s not like I didn’t love Mom, too.  She was my other best friend.  Mom was always there for me too, and I grew up feeling very secure and loved in spite of my fractured family.

I know that most teenage girls live a life of angst and unnamed needs, but the three of us were quite happy with our little arrangement.  And I know that some of my girlfriends were quite jealous of me, for I had the best of both worlds. You might wonder why I never thought about trying to get them back together, but I guess that just because it had always been this way I never really gave it a second thought.

Then Mom died.  A drunk driver hit her as she was driving home from work, and our lives were changed in a heartbeat.  For the first time I found myself living with my Dad.  We helped each other get through our loss, consoling and grieving together.  

Eventually our new daily routines asserted themselves, and our lives became more normal.  Daddy left every morning for his job as an engineer with an oil company, and I went off to school.  He was still my best buddy, joking around with me after school and watching movies on TV with me while we threw popcorn at each other.  I did my share of the household chores, and I enjoyed our domestic tranquility   I suppose I would have been content with that life for years.

But Daddy wasn’t living in a vacuum, attending only to my needs.  After a couple of years of living the bachelor-daddy-and-daughter life, he met Rita.  She was bright and cheery, with short red hair and lipstick that left marks on Daddy’s lips when she kissed him.  I wish that I could say I was jealous or betrayed because she was replacing my mom.  But the fact is that she fit into our lives so seamlessly and we both loved her so much that if I’d ever had any such thoughts they were so small and insignificant that I was never even aware of them. 

They were married in a big ceremony and I was the maid of honor.  Dad still worked for the oil company, and Rita had a high level job at the local amusement park.  As much fun as Dad and I had always had together before Rita entered our lives, I could now see a contented look in his eye that didn’t used to be there.  Rita and I had about the same build and shape, and Daddy took to calling us ‘his girls.’  I grew to love her, and we were warmed together by his love.  And so our lives went on, Daddy and Rita and Nikki.

I guess that I didn’t make much noise that Tuesday afternoon when I walked into the kitchen and caught them necking, or they surely would have stopped.  Rita was sitting on the counter, her bare legs wrapped around Dad.  He was still dressed for work in his khaki slacks and an expensive shirt and tie.  His briefcase was on the floor beside them.  She had her tennis shoes on, and her dress was pushed up far enough that I could clearly see Daddy’s hand on her white cotton panties, firmly rubbing her between the legs.  

I stood in the doorway, frozen by the sight.  It was as if I knew that I’d come across one of those secrets that grown-ups seem so effortlessly to keep from their children.  A fundamental truth about what really went on between a man and woman was about to be revealed to me, if only I made the best use of the opportunity.  I backed up into the entryway and peered around the edge of the doorframe, watching and hoping that they’d continue.  I could always pretend that I’d just walked in, couldn’t I?

They were doing the kind of kissing that most parents refrain from in front of their children.  It was hot and heavy – their mouths open wide as they hungrily explored each other.  Rita had a little smile on her lips as she enjoyed Dad’s ministrations, and I was amazed to see her wiggle around on the counter so that his fingers were always hitting just the right spot. 

They were both panting, and the air seemed like it was filled with their passion.  I was astounded.  I mean, I guess if anybody asked me if Dad and Rita ever had sex I would have said yes, but I don’t know if I would have really believed it.  Kids never truly believe that of their parents.  And here they were, as close to doing it right in front of me as they could be.  And in the kitchen, no less!

Rita spread her legs even wider, a sultry little chuckle escaping her lips as she enjoyed his touch.  Now I could see that her hand was between his legs too.  She was holding on to him through his slacks and rubbing him up and down deliberately, his manhood pressing against the palm of her hand. 

I’d never seen one so close before.  It was so big!  Even through his slacks I could tell that it was huge.  I felt a pleasant shiver run down my spine and dampness down below.  She was going to let him put that in her?  How could she?  How could any girl?   It would never fit inside; I just knew it wouldn’t.  But even as those thoughts ran through my head, my body betrayed them.  I felt myself begin to grow moist between my legs as I watched.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Daddy’s bulge.  I was thoroughly enticed by the sight of my father’s hungry manhood.  My mouth began to water, some unknown hunger manifesting itself as I tried to imagine what it would look like naked and unrestrained by Rita’s hand or his pants.  How hard was it? Would it be bright pink?  Did it feel hot?  The images that came to my virgin brain sent a warm rush through my pussy, and a wave of a new kind of lust washed through me.

I waited for Rita to unzip him, to take my daddy’s sex out of his pants where I could see it.  I knew she was going to.  She had to, didn’t she?  I mean, even from my spot in the doorway I could tell how much it was straining to be inside her.  And that’s what having sex was, wasn’t it?  Letting a man shove that inside you and spurt his seed into you?  I was going crazy.  My pussy was telling me it needed that thing inside me right this minute.  But somehow I resisted the urge to run over and unzip him myself.   

Then Rita changed the rhythm of her stroking, slowing and pushing harder.  Dad stopped rubbing her, closed his eyes and moaned.  Rita giggled and then leaned away from him so that she watch herself rub him.  Her delicate fingers stroked him deliberately through his slacks, and somehow I knew that she wasn’t playing around anymore – she was trying to get him to cum.  

I knew what was supposed to happen when a girl had sex - I wasn’t that young.  And I’d discovered how to pleasure myself a few years before.  But I knew that playing with yourself and had to be different than actually having sex, or you wouldn’t need a man at all.  How would it really feel to have something that big sliding in and out of you?  Shooting a man’s hot stuff into you?  As that image popped into my head I had to stifle a little moan as my knees became weak with desire and I leaned in the doorway.

As I watched Daddy’s thrusting changed.  Somehow it was more purposeful, more insistent.  His breathing, which had been pretty ragged ever since I came in on them, became deeper as he tried to catch enough air.  His sex slid up and down in Rita’s hand, faster and harder.  Suddenly Daddy closed his eyes and moaned, a strangling sound from deep inside him that kind of sounded like he was choking….

Daddy caught his breath and froze, his straining rod pushed hard into Rita’s hand as it spasmed out his seed.   Rita and I watched as a tiny wet spot appeared on the front of his pants and began growing with every spurt from Dad’s covered manhood.  He moaned as the spot grew, occasionally pushing himself up and down as his body shook out his come.  Rita had a rapt little smile on her face as she looked down between her legs and watched him spurting into his slacks.  My legs became weak and my pussy throbbed for attention as I saw a man cum for the first time.

Finally he was done.  Rita kept stroking his hardness, but her motions had changed.  They were slower and less insistent.  She swirled her finger in the wet spot on his pants, gathering his sperm.  She waited until Dad opened his eyes and looked at her, and then slowly brought it towards her mouth.  Daddy moaned as he watched her lick his sperm off of her fingers, a bright look in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Dad said.

Rita smiled seductively and said, “Oh?  Well don’t you go thinking I’m through with you, buster.”

She grabbed his tie and pulled him close so that she could give him a big wet kiss.  Dad was still gasping for air so she took pity on him and let him go.  He leaned against Rita, her legs wrapped around him as she held him tightly.  She started giving him little bunny kisses on the corners of his mouth and occasionally nibbling on his lips as his breathing slowed towards normal.  Their post sex cuddling was very intimate, and I felt embarrassed, jealous and excited all at the same time.  After a minute or two Rita jumped down off of the counter, her dress still hiked up to her hips.  She bent over as she quickly slithered out of her panties. 

Rita stepped close to Dad and put her panties near his mouth.  Dad snapped at them but Rita snatched them away.  After a couple of near misses she finally allowed him to catch her damp underwear in his teeth.  “Does baby want some more?” she whispered, almost laughing.  Daddy just growled, his teeth tightly holding on to her cotton panties.  He reached for her hips, but Rita backed quickly away.

“Oh no you don’t!  Nikki’s going to be home soon, and we don’t want her to catch us like this.”

Dad took the panties from his mouth and held them near his nose, and inhaling their scent with unrestrained lust.  Rita laughed.  “Like what?” Dad asked innocently, a huge smile on his face.

As if she’d been challenged, Rita answered by peeling her dress up and off over her head.  She held it off to one side, dangling from her finger.  She struck a sexy pose, her arms held wide and one knee bent in front of the other.  She looked one of those models on "The Price is Right," showing off a new washer or something.  But she was showing off herself.  Somehow she looked more than naked with the dress hanging from her finger and wearing nothing but her sneakers. She was so curvy and sexy that I almost wanted her myself.  She had a big smile on her lips as she let him ogle her body.  It must have been some kind of game they played, because he just stood there, grinning and waiting.  Then Rita dropped the dress, which was obviously the ‘go’ signal.  She squealed with delight and ran away naked, my dad in hot pursuit.  I watched them run from the kitchen and then I heard him chase her upstairs, both of them laughing.

I realized that I was as exhausted as if I’d just had an orgasm myself.  My pussy was warm and ready.  It was almost as if it had eyes of its own, and had become excited by watching Dad and Rita just like I had.  I knew that there was no putting it off - I was going to have to do myself.  Right now.

I didn’t even want to wait the amount of time it would take me to go upstairs to my room.  I stepped back into the laundry room for a little privacy.  I wasn’t ready to get caught having sex in the kitchen, and I knew for a fact now that these things do happen sometimes.  Obviously Rita had done some clothes that afternoon because the little room was still warm and smelled nice.   I had an idea.  I looked in the dryer, and sure enough, there was a load of soft just-dried towels in there.  I pulled them out and threw them on top of the dryer.

I kicked off my shoes as I unsnapped my jeans.  I peeled them down and then I slipped off my panties.  Gosh, they were wet and sticky.  I don’t think I’d ever been so wet down there.  I remember thinking, ‘What’s happening to me?’

I turned my back to the dryer and put my hands on top of it.  I hiked myself up, and my ass landed on the soft warm pile of towels.  God, I felt so sexy. Being naked from the waist down while you’re somewhere that you’re not supposed to be is very exciting.  The heat from the towels seemed to magnify the heat from my little slit.  I leaned back on top of the dryer, my back cushioned by the pile of freshly done laundry.  I pulled my knees up and spread them wide.

I grazed my fingers over my inflamed pussy lips, just barely touching them.  They were so sensitive that it was all the touch they could stand.  I reached down a little further and felt the warm slipperiness of my hole, oozing girl fluids that dripped down towards my ass.  I dipped my middle finger inside my slick warmth and got it all slippery.  I circled my hole a couple of times, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have Daddy trying to push his big thing into me.  I got a flash image of Dad standing there between my spread legs, thrusting himself into me right there in the laundry room.  I started gasping for air and a little moan escaped my lips.

I moved my fingers up and began rubbing my clit back and forth frantically, the pressure and friction suddenly as necessary to me as breathing.  My ass squirmed on the warm towels as I started that last little climb to an orgasm – not that I had all that far to go.  I was wiggling around so hard that I was starting to slide off the front edge of the dryer.  My feet were still in the air, and there was nothing there for me to push against anyhow.  I braced myself with my free hand (no, my other hand never stopped what it was doing), and pushed myself back onto the dryer.  Through the towels my back somehow hit the ‘on’ button, and the dryer roared to life.  The vibrations from the machine seemed to know exactly where they wanted to go – straight to my pussy.

I started to cum, my body awash in so many sensations that it was like I was a girl drowning.  There was the warm ‘spring fresh’ scent of the humid laundry room and the feel of the soft towels under my bare ass.  My knees were spread wide and my feet were in the air in that position that every girl loves, submitting herself to a good ravishing.  There was the tickling sensation from the vibrating dryer concentrating itself on my throbbing clit.  And there was the feel of my middle finger slipping around, rubbing and tickling a massive orgasm right out of me.

But most of all, there was the image of Dad between my legs, his long hardness pushed into me as far as it could be.  I envisioned his manhood, so big, so insistent in its desire to spew sperm into his little girl.  My pussy would be stretched so tautly around him that I might be torn in two as he thrust it into me.  I couldn’t help myself – I needed to be filled so badly that I plunged three fingers inside my hole, pretending that they were Daddy.  I came and came and came.  I shuddered, gasping and panting, and I remember thinking that it was a good thing that the sound of the dryer was covering up my thrashing and the little squeals that escaped my lips.

Finally I started to come down from the biggest orgasm I’d ever had.  I hadn’t realized that I’d been holding my breath, but I suddenly was gasping for air.  I gave myself a few slippery rubs as the orgasm of my life slowly left me.

I came back to consciousness slowly, and kind of sheepishly realized that I was lying naked on the dryer, my legs spread wide for anybody to see if they walked in.   I sat up and slid down.  I gave it a little pat on its top and whispered, “Thank you.  For our first time we did pretty good.”  I giggled at my little joke as I gathered the cum-soaked towels and my cum-soaked panties and threw them into the washer. 

Funny thing was, as hard as I’d just cum, the mental picture I’d formed of my Dad all naked and hard wouldn’t leave me.  The sight of Dad’s tool had taken hold of my brain with a surprising grip.  My mouth was still watering, my pussy was still fantasizing, and my legs were still weak.  I pulled on my jeans and padded barefoot through the house to my room, my brain still consumed with desire to see Dad’s dripping hard thing. I wanted to see him bare so badly that I wasn’t sure just what I was going to do.



Next – Nikki’s curiosity becomes even stronger, and she gets herself backed into a corner………….


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Enticed by the Sight Ch. 02



One of the secret truths that I learned from seeing Rita and Dad is that the world doesn’t stop just because you’ve had sex. When I came down for dinner they were laughing and joking in the kitchen where they’d just had sex, cooking a delicious dinner of Chicken Marsala. I watched them closely, looking for some indication of their afternoon tryst. But I was disappointed. They didn’t share any secret ‘we’ve just had sex’ looks, there weren’t any whispered innuendos or surreptitious smiles. It was all just an ordinary dinner in every way.

Rita was still Rita, funny and charming. You couldn’t tell that she’d just let a man shove his thing into her. And Dad was till Dad, making the same jokes he’d always made and not looking at all like the man I’d just seen spurting cum so hard that he couldn’t breath.

But I’d seen him panting and cumming. I knew the truth now. The look in his eye as he spurted into Rita’s hand was as much a part of him as his love for James Bond movies, or the way he murmured ‘dumbass’ under his breath when another driver cut him off. It was another grown-up secret – sex wasn’t everything, in spite of how you felt when you were a teenager. It was just another part of your life, albeit probably the most fun one.

So we had a nice dinner, with me knowing they’d just made love and not letting on, and them pretending that they hadn’t. As always, it was a fun evening. The only problem was, I still couldn’t get the image of Dad’s tool out of my mind.

While we ate I tried not to stare at Dad. But all kinds of forbidden thoughts still kept running through my head. Me sneaking under the table to somehow get a closer look. Dad taking it out so that his little daughter could see. Daddy plunging it into me. I was drawn, enraptured by the visions in my mind, and I felt them all the way down between my legs.

I knew that at the very least I was going to have to give myself another good thrashing when I went to bed to relieve the desires my pussy was calling to me.

After dinner we all settled in to watch a movie on cable. Since it was Friday night I didn’t have any homework, and I was able to spend the whole evening with Rita and Dad. Some of the girls I knew at school were planning on going out to a movie, but I quickly decided that I’d rather spend the night close to my Daddy. It was a very intimate evening for me, now that I knew the things that I’d just learned about grownups and sex and all. Sharing Dad and Rita’s secret life, even if it was only one-way sharing.

After a languid evening in front of the TV, we all said our goodnights and went off to bed. I wondered if they were going to do it again in their bedroom, and the thought fueled even more yearning between my legs as I walked to my bathroom. I’d taken a shower before dinner, so aside from the persistent moistness between my legs, I was still clean. I brushed my teeth and went to my room. I discovered then that just getting undressed can be a little erotic adventure of its own, if you’re already dripping and ready.

I had to search through my dresser a little until I found it – an old beige t-shirt of Dad’s. I took my tank top off and slipped it on over my jeans. I wanted my daddy close to me, and this was the best way I could thing of. I peeled off my jeans slowly, savoring the feel of them sliding down my legs. I took off my socks, and then I was ready for the main event. I hooked my thumbs over the top of my panties, and I slid them down slowly.

They were dripping with my goo and reluctant to leave the warm wetness of my crotch. I had to tug on them a little to get them unstuck from my slit, which caused delicious shivers to run down my spine. I was so far beyond ready that it wasn’t even funny.

My original plan was to just lie on the bed wrapped in Daddy’s old shirt as I pleasured myself. But the image of Rita sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around Dad flashed into my head, and that gave me a different idea. I closed my eyes and sat on the edge of the desk, pretending that I was Rita in the kitchen and that Dad was between my legs, about to thrust his thing into me. I closed my eyes and moaned a little as I put my fingers gently on my mound. I had never felt so open to an intrusion before, and my fingers slid into me as easily as if they were coming home.

I took my slippery middle finger (I always use my middle finger, did I tell you that?) and started flicking my swollen clit. My breathing was ragged and my eyes were drawn to my crotch as I tried to picture Dad’s sex there, eager and dripping as it tried anxiously to find its way into me. That did it.

I came, my sensitive clit alternately begging for more and pleading with me to stop as my second orgasm of the day shook through me. I would rub myself hard and fast, and then hold onto my pussy tightly. Over and over I alternated my fondling as I milked a good hard cum out of myself. I finally wound down, and I gently smeared my wetness all over my secret place as my breathing returned to normal.

Funny thing was, as hard as I’d just cum, there was something inside of me calling out for more. That had never happened before. Usually after I came I was languid and sleepy, my desire sated for the time being. But somehow it hadn’t worked this time.

I let myself down off the desk and went to bed. The sheets were fresh and clean, and I snuggled gratefully into them, curled up into a ball under my warm blanket. You know that world that exists between sleep and dreams? Mine was occupied that night by visions of Daddy’s thing. What did it look like, dripping and naked? What would it feel like inside of me? How hard would it shoot into me? Would I be able to feel his cum hitting inside me? I slept fitfully, my slumbers interrupted by hungry sensations between my legs and pictures of my daddy naked.

I tossed and turned, sleep mostly eluding me as the night went along. Finally I sat up. It was the wee small hours, maybe 2 or 3 o’clock. My breathing was kind of hard and fast, and my heart was pounding. The idea had come to me suddenly, and I knew there was no turning back. I was going to sneak a peek at Daddy’s naked thing. Maybe that would quiet the need between my legs and the curiosity in my head. I was a little scared of the idea, but determined to try anyhow.

I got up and padded down the hall to Daddy and Rita’s room. I made sure that the hall lights were off, and then I quietly opened the door. I poked my head in, prepared to ask something innocuous should anyone be awake, but they were both asleep. The scent of Rita’s sex was heavy in the air, and they seemed very much in love cuddled together in the bed.

I shut the door behind me, but I didn’t let it latch in anticipation of a hasty getaway. I took a deep breath and got down on my hands and knees. That way I was below the level of their eyes should anyone look up. I slowly and quietly crawled around to Dad’s side of the bed. I was so afraid, but I guess that a dripping slit trumps a pounding heart. There was enough light from the moon and stars coming in from the window that looked out over the back yard that I could easily see what I was doing. Nervously, and trying not to think about what might happen if I got caught, I raised my head up and peered over the edge.

Dad was lying on his back, his manhood only inches from my face. Rita was lying on her side, facing away from us. I got up on my knees slowly. My mouth was practically drooling as his crotch came into view.

I guess it had never occurred to me that Daddy might not be naked. I learned that some men might actually put on some underwear to go to bed. I’d seen how badly his manhood was straining to be free down in the kitchen a few hours before, and I guess I just assumed that in the privacy of his own bedroom he would have set it free.

But no. The anticipation I’d been feeling came crashing down around me as I saw Dad was wearing a pair of boxers. They were silky and black and had little red hearts on them. I could easily see the mound of his sex under them, but I really had no more idea of what it looked like than I had in the kitchen. Less even, because now it was obviously not erect. I bit my lip as I tried to decide what to do.

I mean, the choices were obvious. I could get back on my hands and knees and crawl away, unsatisfied and with only faint hopes of gathering enough courage to try this again. Or I could try to move his shorts enough to see. Of course, that came with the huge risk of waking him. And what defense could a young girl present if she was caught sneaking into her daddy’s room and sliding off his shorts in the middle of the night?

I thought about my aching pussy, and tried to imagine living with the throbbing until its curiosity had been satisfied. I couldn’t do it. There was no way that I could stand this any more. Daddy’s sex was stuck in my head like one of those songs that won’t go away. His little girl had to see it.

I reached for the snap at the top of his shorts. Slowly and carefully I worked my fingers under the elastic waistband so that I could unsnap them. I listened to his breathing, alert to any change that might indicate that he’d felt me. But I sort of forgot my fear as I realized how close I was to seeing it, and a delicious thrill ran through me.

The first snap came undone with a little pop, and I moved my hands down to undo the next one and then the next. My hands trembled a little in anticipation, and all I could think of was how large it had looked in Rita’s hand. All I had to do now was spread the flaps wide.

I pushed them aside, careful to pay attention to Daddy’s breathing. It was slow and deep, and I gratefully let my eyes drop to my prize. It was nestled in his crotch, nowhere near as menacing and insistent as I pictured it would be. Why, flaccid it was hardly bigger than my fist. It was kind of pointed towards his chin like it had been in the kitchen, only way smaller. In spite of its size, I felt a warm gushing between my legs as I saw my very first grown up man.

But I wanted to see it big. I wanted to see it full and hungry, dripping and red. Where was that one? The one I hungered for, the one my slit was wet for? Why, this really wasn’t very satisfying at all.

It’s amazing how a girl can rationalize her behavior when she’s close to having one of her lusts satisfied. It seemed perfectly reasonable to me. I knew what I was going to have to do. I was going to have to touch it. Isn’t that what girls did to boys’ things? And why not? He was still asleep, and if he hadn’t noticed my fingers under the waistband of his shorts, he probably wouldn’t awaken from my touch. Especially if I was really soft and really gentle. I could do this. I knew I could.

I took a deep breath, and reached out and slid my fingers under it. It lay there gently, and I let my thumb rest on the top of it. I slid my thumb up and down the top, and almost immediately it began growing. It was amazing. I’d never felt so powerful. I’d never realized that I had this kind of control over a man’s desire. A delicious shudder and through me and settled in my wet slit. This was fun! I wrapped my fingers around it and began sliding them up and down, kind of like I’d seen Rita do earlier.

In only a minute or two it was as large as it had been in his pants, I was sure of it. Maybe it was even bigger. I couldn’t tell because of course I hadn’t really seen it before. Maybe it just looked longer in my tiny hand. The end was swollen like a ripe plum, ready to burst. And out here in the open where I could see the whole thing it was definitely bigger than I’d imagined. Rita let him put this whole thing inside her? Unbelievable. I couldn’t imagine it and at the same time I wanted it more than anything. It was getting hotter as I stroked it – I could feel it. My daddy’s sex wanted me, all because I’d given it a few strokes with my hand. I was amazed. I was fascinated. And I was very very horny.

I don’t know exactly what came over me then. In my imagination I was going to get a good look, sneak back to my bedroom, give my pussy a good thwacking, and sleep the sleep of an innocent daughter. But suddenly that wasn’t enough. I could feel my own fluids oozing from me, drenching my thighs as I ached to be filled. But there was no way I was going to get that.

My mouth watered, and I hungered to have him inside me. Who could have known that the attraction of holding a swollen man in your hand could be so strong? I trembled with desire to see it spurt in person, instead of through his pants. I don’t know exactly what compulsion drove me, but I bent my head over Daddy’s lap, and I gave his shaft a long lick from balls to the tip.

Daddy moaned a little bit in his sleep, and his hips thrust it against my lips in some kind of involuntary response, trying to find its way into me. It was mostly Rita’s flavor on him, but I also tasted Dad – musky and salty and soapy. I gave it another long lick, slower and harder this time, and as I was done I saw a drop of clear fluid ooze out of the little slit in the end. I don’t know exactly what came over me, but I couldn’t stop myself. I bent my head over, letting my hair graze his thighs and belly as I forgot just what I was doing and began to bath his shaft with my warm tongue.

Suddenly Dad moved. My heart jumped in my chest and I quickly let go of him. Hurriedly I dropped back down to the floor, petrified that I’d wakened him. My heart was beating like a big bass drum as I waited to see if I’d been discovered, and I scolded my aching slit for getting me into this position. After a moment or two I heard some shuffling around in the bed, and the bed springs squeaked. Rita moaned, a deep throaty sound. Then I heard that sound that everyone learns eventually - the sound of man and woman joining in the most intimate of experiences. A slow, rhythmic, wet ‘whap-whap-whap’ reached my ears as my Dad thrust himself into his wife.

They were doing it! Not even a few feet away from me Dad was screwing Rita. I was certain that I might still be caught, and so I stayed frozen on the floor. They hadn’t jumped up and screamed, “Nikki!’ so I knew they hadn’t seen me. But what kind of position were they in? Were they looking at each other? Would they see me if I tried to leave. I couldn’t just casually get up and walk out - they’d see me for sure.

Finally I began to crawl towards the door, staying low and trying to time my movements to the sounds they were making so that they wouldn’t hear me. Maybe I could steal a peek at them and then if weren’t looking my way I’d be able to duck out. Still on the floor but away from the bed, I turned and put my back into the corner by the door. Because of the way the light fell into the room it was the darkest place there. I wasn’t more than ten feet from the foot of the bed. I couldn’t see much because the bed was so high and I was so low, but I could definitely hear their coupling.

I made up my mind. I’d stand up in the dark corner, chance a look and then duck out as quickly as I could. I’d never be able to explain it if I was caught in their bedroom now. 

But my pussy overrode my common sense. I realized that I didn’t really want to leave. The scent of Rita’s body as she was pummeled, the sounds of their coupling and the image of Dad’s tool all combined into a delicious lust that settled between my legs. Hey, this was what I’d come in here for, wasn’t it? To see Dad’s manhood erect and dripping? Here he was using it just like I’d hoped to see this afternoon in the kitchen, and I was about to sneak out? Nope. A girl’s got to make the best use of the opportunities that come her way, right?

I stood up slowly, my back in the darkest corner of the room. As I got higher and they came into view, I saw them doing it. They were both facing away from me, but I had a really good angle to watch from.

Rita was on her knees, her legs spread wide and her arms folded and resting on the headboard. Her head was resting on her arms, her eyes closed in silent pleasure and a trace of a sleepy smile on her lips as Daddy shoved himself into her.

My dad was behind her on his knees, thrusting himself in and out of her gaping slit. With each thrust of his hips, Rita was pressed forward, only to bounce back with him as she strained to keep him inside of her. “Whap-whap-whap.”

Dad’s hands were on her hips, holding her gently as he slid in and out of her. Somehow her ass looked more naked than anything I’d ever seen with that big pink thing slipping in and out of her. 

Dad had shoved his black boxers down to his knees, freeing himself so that he could take Rita. I could see it all. I watched my daddy screwing his wife. My eyes were drawn to his sex, teasing me and at the same time satisfying my curiosity as it vanished and reappeared inside his wife. It was big and hard, and glistening gently in the starlight from the window. I could hear a little moan escape her lips each time he pushed himself into her, and Dad’s breathing had turned into panting.

I suddenly realized that I’d lifted my t-shirt up past my slit and I was fingering myself in time to Dad’s thrusting. God, it was so sexy! I spread my legs a little wider so that my fingers had better access. I began rubbing myself hard from side to side with my middle finger solidly on my clit, hoping that the wet sounds I was making between my legs would be covered up by the noises that Rita and Daddy were making.

Rita’s voice, soft from sleep and sex, was barely loud enough to reach me. But there was no mistaking the lust and satisfaction in her voice. She had a hard time getting the words out between Daddy’s thrusts. Tenderly she asked him, “A third… time today…. baby? What’s gotten…into….you?”

Dad tried to time his answer to his thrusting and gasping for air. But it was obvious that he was getting close. His rhythm changed, and somehow it became deeper and stronger. The ‘whap-whap’ of his hips against her thighs became louder and more deliberate. “I….must really…..love you…..honey. I just…. had… to…. arrrrrrgh!”

Dad thrust himself into his wife so hard that her head bumped into the headboard. Her face had a small satisfied smile on it as he buried himself deep in her and came.

As Daddy shot his sperm into Rita’s slit, I started to cum too. I bit my lip and tried not to fall to the floor as my knees buckled and I held my throbbing pussy tight. Dad’s back arched as he tried to bury himself in her wet pussy, injecting his seed as far into her as it could possibly go. My whole hand became soaked as my slit gushed gooey girl juice. I was grateful that I was able to lean in the corner, because I felt so lightheaded that I thought I might pass out. I shook and trembled, my hand buried between my legs as I came over and over.

Daddy and I froze, each of us totally enveloped in our own orgasm. After a lifetime we both gasped for air at the same moment. They didn’t hear me over Dad’s sudden gulp for air, and I tried to muffle the other noises that wanted to escape my lips. 

Dad was done. He’d emptied himself into Rita, and he reluctantly withdrew his manhood. It was all shiny with their mixed juices, and I could see that it was already starting to shrink back to the size it had been when I first saw it. He collapsed on the bed next to her, obviously exhausted. Rita stayed there a moment, still on her hands and knees. I wasn’t sure in the low light, but I thought I could see Dad’s white stuff oozing from her slit. Daddy caressed her ass as Rita smiled her sleepy smile.

After a minute or two, Rita bent over to kiss him on the head. “Better, baby?” she whispered. I could see that Dad was already almost asleep, but he kind of nodded. Rita got down, cuddled up in his arms in a ball and closed her eyes.

I slid down the corner of wall slowly and sat on the floor out of sight. My legs were still kind of weak and shaky, and my hand was positively covered with the musky drippings from my hole. But for the first time since I’d seen them this afternoon, the throbbing in my pussy had faded from ‘do me now’ to a barely tolerable neediness. I smeared my wetness lazily around my slit and thighs as I waited for Dad and Rita to go to sleep so that I could sneak out.




Enticed by the Sight Ch. 02



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Enticed by the Sight Ch. 03



After what I’d seen the night before I knew that I was going to have to get Dad to sleep with me. I just didn’t know how, or when, or where. But the longing between my legs had returned with the morning light, and I knew now that no amount of masturbating was going to make it go away. My pussy-centered desire needed my dad to plunder it the way that he had Rita – to possess it and split it open with his thickness and empty himself inside.

And after all, what’s a girl to do? I mean, isn’t she supposed to fall for the first man she’s seen erect and needy? It’s not like most girls get to see a lot of tumescent boys and then get to pick and choose. Besides, I couldn’t even imagine that any of the boys I knew had one nearly as pretty and big as Dad’s – there was no way. Nope. The first erect one that I’d seen was the one I was going to have – even if it did belong to my father.

It was Saturday, and we spent the morning just hanging around the house. Daddy worked in the garden on his pet project – a rock retaining wall around the back flowerbed. He got out his wheelbarrow and moved rocks from the place the delivery guy had dropped them the week before over to the spot for his new rose bed.

Rita did some work on her computer. Once she stopped to take a glass of lemonade out to Dad. I was watching, and I re-learned my lesson from yesterday – there was no way to tell by the looks on their faces or their attitudes or anything that he’d been banging her so hard the night before that she’d been bumping her head into a wall. It was just the three of us as usual, Daddy and Rita and Nikki.

I spent most of the morning in my room listening to Blondie and the Go-Gos and plotting to no avail. I figured that I had to get rid of Rita for a while, and I figured that Dad would have to be asleep. If I could get him hard in my hand again, I was sure I could get him to take me. I mean, it worked before, didn’t it? I just wasn’t the one who got the big finish. But if I got him started and Rita wasn’t around and I convinced him that I was an acceptable substitute, then maybe I had a chance. Maybe. Or maybe I was kidding myself. Hell, I knew I was kidding myself. Or was I?

That was about as far as I’d gotten in my thinking. I couldn’t actually come up with a way to make it happen at all. So I idly lay on my bed, slipping my hand into my pants occasionally for a quick rub, trying to convince my pussy to shut up and leave me alone so that I could think of a good way to help it.

As it turned out, though, my opportunity came up much faster than I was prepared for. After lunch, Rita announced that she was getting ready to go. Dad and I had both forgotten the baby shower she was attending for one of her friends from work. She asked me if I wanted to go with her, and under other circumstances I probably would have. But I had my dad’s manhood on my mind, not little pink lace booties. And suddenly, I had a plan.

After Rita left Dad went back outside to work on moving his rocks. I ran up to my room and took a hot shower. I put on a pair of hiking shorts but no panties. The coarse material rubbing against my nether regions felt delicious and wicked. I was anxious and naughty and sexy all at once. What was I thinking? A girl shouldn’t really try to sleep with her father, should she? But he was so handsome, and apparently my pussy wasn’t going to settle for anything less.

I put on a halter-top, fussed a little with my hair, and then I slipped into a pair of high-heeled sandals. I checked myself out in the mirror. Boy, it’s amazing when you have sex on your mind how erotic a little skin can seem. My legs looked long and lean, my belly button peeked out from under the halter top, and my shoulders were almost bare. Hell, I was so sexy that I almost wanted to sleep with me.

After checking that Dad was still outside I snuck into their bedroom. The sheets were still tousled from their tryst last night, and I caught a whiff of Rita’s sex in the air. I went over to her dressing table and found a spray bottle of the perfume she always wore. Fittingly enough, it was called “Forbidden.” I spritzed a little into the air and then stepped into the misty cloud, letting it settle gently onto me.

Now came the tricky part. I needed something to dull his senses a little. Not enough to keep him from taking me, but enough to make him let his guard down long enough to get him into me. And it had to be something I could give to him without his knowing. I mean, it wasn’t like I could hand him a big shot of Jack Daniels and say, “Drink this, Daddy, so you can screw your daughter.” Besides, it was too early in the day for him to want a drink.

I went to their medicine chest. After a bit of searching I found what I wanted. I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I stood in front of the counter where I’d first seen Rita’s pussy being fondled by Dad (was it only yesterday?), and I made some fresh lemonade. I put in a whole lot of extra sugar, and then I added my secret weapon – four ground-up sleeping tablets. Two was the recommended dosage, but I wanted him good and out of it when we started. I knew that those things weren’t powerful enough to make him unconscious, but I thought maybe they’d give me enough time to start on him. I knew that they’d mess up the taste of the lemonade, but I hoped he’d have it all inside him before he really noticed.

Proud but more than a little unsure of my plan, I took the iced lemonade out to Dad. He was sweaty and hot from moving the rocks around, but not so tired that his eyes didn’t widen a little when he saw me walking up to him. I tried my best to look seductive without seeming too obvious. Gosh, my pussy was wet.

“Brought you some lemonade, Daddy,” I said brightly, holding out the glass.

He seemed a little skeptical. I mean, it wasn’t usual for me to serve him while he worked, but he took it from my hand willingly enough.

“Thank you,” he said. He gave me a long look over the top of the glass. I’m sure he was a little suspicious about my high heels and wondering why I’d brought him a drink. I gave him my best cheerful smile while I tried to look innocent. I held my breath, hoping he’d just drink the damn thing. He didn’t say anything, and he was way too polite to openly leer at me. But a delicious thrill ran down my spine as I realized that my very own daddy was checking me out and that he liked what he saw.

Finally he drank it down - the whole thing in one long swallow. He kind of winced from the aftertaste as he handed the glass back to me. Then he laughed. “We’re going to have to get Rita to give you some lessons in making lemonade, sweetie.”

We talked for a minute or two about how his project was coming. I tried to steer the conversation towards comments about how much work he’d been doing. You know, how taxing it must be to move big rocks around and how tired he must be getting. That kind of stuff.

I took the glass back from him and faked a big yawn. Hey, it couldn’t hurt to plant the nap idea in his head, could it? I stretched my arms way out to the sides, and I pretended not to notice that Daddy was looking at my erect nipples trying to poke through my halter top.

“Well, see you later, Daddy!” I turned around to go back to the house. I swear I could almost feel his eyes on my ass as I walked away. I gave it a little extra wiggle – you know, to get him a little head start before the sleeping pills kicked in.

I went back to my room and waited. I wasn’t going to play with myself. Nope. Wasn’t gonna happen. I was a big girl and I could wait. I wasn’t going to play with myself. I was not going to play with myself. Oh, to hell with it. 

I sat in my desk chair, my legs spread wide and my knees resting on the arms. I had learned some time before that I could do myself right through my pants while sitting up. The extra pressure that it took to feel my fingers through the cloth somehow changed it into a different experience. And I just had to have a quickie before I took my swing at Daddy.

I put my fingers between my legs and started rubbing. I felt so lewd, sitting there in my clothes, looking at my bare legs with my hand up my crotch. I moved my fingers up and down this time. When they reached my hole my palm was in just the right position to put some extra pressure on my clit. I wiggled it back and forth, sending yummy shudders up and down my spine. I did it again, only a little harder. Again. In only a few moments, I was ready to cum. God, I was so horny!

I couldn’t believe that I was sitting there doing myself while picturing my father. But the sudden orgasm that exploded from me took all my breath away and left me weak. I tried really hard to keep my squealing low enough that Dad wouldn’t hear me in the back yard. I was surprised when I was finally able to open my eyes to see that I hadn’t gotten girl cream all over my thighs. But there was a telltale little circular wet spot on my shorts that you’d have to be really close to see.

It was a good enough orgasm to take the edge off, and I knew that I’d be able to wait until Dad came in. I stood up and paced around, waiting for him to show. This was the time that most of my doubts bubbled to the surface.

My God, what was I doing? Playing with myself constantly and picturing my very own father’s manhood. Drugging him so that I could get him to screw me. Parading in front of him in heels and shorts. I was abashed at what the sight of my Daddy’s sex had accidentally done to me. Incest? Me? My shame brought a blush to my cheeks, and I stepped over to the mirror to see if it was visible.

I was kind of surprised that no humiliation showed on my face. But as I looked for traces of shame I could see that I was cute and sexy. My already erect nipples showed clearly through the halter, begging for attention and echoing the need in my lubricious opening. No, dammit. I couldn’t live with this need bottled up inside of me. I was going to have to sleep with my father. But was I sexy enough to make my daddy take me?

My wondering was cut short when I heard the back door slam. I resolved to give it a try. I was going to try to get Dad to screw me. I walked downstairs casually, trying not to look like I’d been waiting for him to come in. 

Dad was in the kitchen, having a drink of water. “I’ve decided that maybe you were right, sweetie. I must be getting old. I think maybe I will take a little nap.”

“Well, you should go take a shower first,” I said. “You don’t want to smell like that when Rita comes home!” I gave him a conspiratorial wink and my best ‘harmless daughter’ grin.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Daddy tried to smile and yawn at the same time. “I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. Wake me up when she gets home, will you?”

“Oh, I don’t know Daddy. I may just send her in there so she can have her way with you.” I laughed and Daddy joined in as he dragged himself upstairs.

My plan was in place. Rita was gone, Dad was sleepy, and I’d planted the idea in his head that his wife might join him in bed. I smelled like her, and I was about the same size as her. If I could just get him excited enough before he realized that it was me, then maybe this was going to work.

I waited in the kitchen for a little bit. I kept my hands to myself (well, I did rub my breasts once and tweaked my nipples) and listened for the sound of the upstairs shower. I gave him a few minutes after the shower ended to get into his bed.

I went upstairs, my heart in my throat as I thought about what I was going to do. A girl isn’t supposed to sleep with her father, is she? But I needed it so badly. I needed my daddy to shove himself into me hard and fast until he came in me, just like I’d seen him do it to Rita last night. I needed his sex pounding me. I needed his arms around me. I just needed him. And for the life of me I didn’t see that I really had any choice.

I let myself into their room, quietly shutting the door behind me. Rita wasn’t due back for almost two hours yet, but I figured that in his drugged state of mind he probably wouldn’t notice that he’d only been in bed for 10 minutes.

Daddy apparently liked to sleep in boxers, because that’s what he was wearing again. Purple ones this time, with little pink diamonds on them. He was lying on his side and facing me, oblivious to the world.

I sat on the bed next to him – my first time in bed with a man. I was very excited and very nervous as I lay down next to him. I figured that he was tired from moving rocks, he was sleepy from the pills, and I smelled like Rita. If only he didn’t open his eyes until it was too late, I could get what I’d been wanting so badly since yesterday in the kitchen.

My pussy was dripping with hunger, and I was kind of scared of what my daddy would say when he realized what was happening. I guess my slit was speaking more loudly, though, because I just had to chance his disapproval or worse, his anger.

I snuggled my back against his front, and I could feel his crotch against my ass, his chest against my back. All I could think was, ‘Please don’t open your eyes, Daddy.’ He nuzzled my hair, and I was glad that I’d thought to put on Rita’s perfume. He sleepily moaned something that sounded like, “Welcome home, baby,” and put his arm around me. A smile broke out on my face and I had to restrain myself from giggling. I felt so secure and cared for as I cuddled in bed with my father. As I relaxed there I could hardly believe it – my plan was working. In his sleepy torpor he believed that I was Rita. At least, for the time being.

God, it felt so right, lying there in his arms, his sex only inches from mine. But I couldn’t just snuggle there forever, much as I wanted to. Opportunities like this simply didn’t come along every day, and I was determined to get laid before Daddy’s wife came home.

I took his hand in mine and slipped it under my top, cupping it around my breast. My whole body twitched in pleasure. Why is it so different when it’s somebody else touching you? He started rubbing my tit almost automatically, stroking it with his palm. My nipple became painfully erect at Dad’s touch. Little electrical shivers traveled straight from my breast to my pussy. He slid his hand under my halter top and began to explore my body, touching every bit of me that he could reach. He slowly caressed my back and stroked my tummy. Then he went back to my breast and started all over. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his big hand exploring under my shirt. As if it wasn’t wet enough, my slit became even wetter. But this time my desires were coupled with a curious kind of satisfaction. My daddy was making love to me.

I couldn’t stand it any more, and as he fondled my breast I reached down and unsnapped and unzipped my shorts. His hand followed mine down, and he began gently stroking the lower part of my bare tummy, getting ever closer to my aching slit but not actually touching it.

I was almost frantic with desire, and I knew that I couldn’t take his teasing for very long. I needed him to touch me, to put himself inside me. I had to do something. I reached behind myself and put my hand on his crotch. It was already fat, but just like the night before it began to grow with my touch. I had to suppress a giggle of delight – if he heard me laughing then the gig would be up. And I most certainly wasn’t ready for this to be over.

Daddy leaned away from me a little to allow my hand more room. I put my hand inside his boxers and pushed them down, freeing his manhood for my ministrations. For the first time in my life I held a man’s turgid sex in my hand. I began moving my hand up and down, stroking him slowly. Dad moaned and thrust his sex against my hand. It felt so huge. But that only made me want it inside me more. I wanted him to split me open with it, to pound me senseless.

After a few moments the little slit on the end of his sex began leaking its fluid into my hand, and I smeared it all over him. I stopped for a second so that I could push my shorts down a little. I wanted to feel his naked manhood against my bare bottom. I put my hand back behind me and pressed his dripping tool against the crack of my naked ass. Dad immediately thrust himself hard against me. He finally put his hand on my dripping slit, and pulled me against him. My entire world shrank down to my nether regions, sandwiched between Dad’s hand and his sex. His rhythm changed to the slower and deeper one I’d seen him use before. I knew what that meant – Dad was about to cum.

I thought briefly of trying to get him to take me right then, but I couldn’t bring myself to make him stop – it just felt too good. My dad’s hand between my legs, his sex rubbing against my ass, my hand feeling tiny and drenched with pre-cum - all combined to drive any thought from my head. The pent up desires in me bubbled to the surface. Daddy’s hand slipped back and forth on my clit sending powerful jolts of pleasure coursing through me, and I started to cum at the same time he did.

I could feel Dad’s tool twitch and jerk as it spewed glob after glob of hot sperm all over. It went everywhere. It got on my back and my ass. My hand was soaked in sperm, and even as he was cumming I kept smearing his gooey cream all over him. The pressure of his sex pushing my sex against his hand had me cumming in ways I’d never cum before.

Dad kept sliding his manhood up and down the crack of my ass, spewing searing cum all over the place as I orgasmed into his hand. The very hand that had stroked my hair when I fell off my bike. The hand that had always seemed so large and strong. So dependable. It was now between my legs and making me cum harder than I ever had before. I managed not to squeal, but it was a near thing. I clamped my legs over him the better to hold his fingers against me. I shook and quivered and all but forgot Daddy’s orgasm as mine engulfed me. Finally his thrusts slowed and then stopped. Unwilling to let him go, I kept massaging his seed into his shaft. After some major-league rubbing against my slippery ass he was finally done. All the energy that had been in him a moment ago left, and I could tell from the way that his body relaxed against mine that he was about to fall asleep.

I decided to go for broke. I knew how I had gotten him to fuck Rita last night, and I figured that I could do it again. Only this time he’d be pushing himself into me instead of her. I wanted him to make love to me more than ever, because my dripping slit still hadn’t been filled by Daddy’s sex. 

I turned over in the bed so that I was facing him, hoping that he’d keep his eyes closed. Then I scooched down in the bed so that his manhood was at the level of my mouth.

It was wet and shiny, and beginning to lose its red swollen look. Splattered here and there on his belly and his shaft were gobs of his white fluid. Driven by some unnamed need, I began licking them off of him like a cat lapping cream. It was warm and salty, and somehow it nourished a deep hunger within me. I was taking my daddy’s seed into me, and I couldn’t have loved it more. Apparently Dad liked it too, because his manhood started to swell again. Having him grow bigger in my mouth was more erotic than anything I’d ever imagined. I began sliding my lips up and down over him, pretending that I was my pussy. Deeper and deeper he went into me, tickling the back of my throat.

Dad rolled over onto his back, and I moved with him so that he still had easy access to my mouth. He began a gentle thrusting into me. Daddy wound his fingers in my hair – a lover’s touch that made our coupling seem even more intimate. I bobbed my head up and down, and Daddy’s thrusting became deeper and more urgent. It was working. He was going to fuck me in a minute – I could feel it. Just like he’d fucked Rita last night. As he pushed himself into my eager mouth I got up on my knees. I had to get my shorts off. It was difficult because I didn’t want him to stop. But I managed to kick off my sandals and pull my pants down to my ankles and kick them off without letting him slip from my mouth.




Enticed by the Sight Ch. 03



I put my hands back on his sex, caressing it gently as he thrust it in and out of me. Dad’s motions were becoming more forceful as my ministrations drew him closer to another orgasm. All I could think of was his massive tool pushing into me. But I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth – it was my girl-cum drenched slit that needed to be torn open by Dad’s sex. I sent thought messages to him, willing him to do it. ‘Come on, Daddy,’ I thought. ‘Come on, roll me over and take me.’

Suddenly Dad pushed me away and rolled over on top of me. Long years of practice allowed him to put his body between my legs and spread them wide without his even thinking about it. I was right where I wanted to be – on my back with my father’s tool about to drive right into me. I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck. I was so ready to cum right then that he almost didn’t even have to touch me. I couldn’t help myself. I squealed.

Daddy’s eyes popped open in shock. The look of amazement on his face was priceless. But I was too horny to care. I needed him inside me. Now.

Dad struggled, trying to get away, but I wrapped my bare legs around him even tighter and held him even closer. I wiggled my ass, trying to impale my pussy on his dripping manhood. Amazed at myself, I started to beg, the words tumbling out in a rush as I held on to him tightly to keep him from moving away.

“Please, Daddy! Please-oh-please-oh-please!” I managed to squirm myself into position under him, the swollen head of his sex pushing against my slick hole. I hooked my feet together behind his back, pinning him in position while he tried to move himself so that he wasn’t touching me.

I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. “Please, Daddy? Please? Please? Please?” There was no doubt about it – I was way beyond pleading and into wholehearted begging. I was already starting to cum. Little mini-orgasms shook through me as I tried to get my dad to fuck me. 

“Please Daddy!” I squealed, “Please!” My voice was so loud I was practically screaming. Tears were running down my face from frustration even as I was cumming. I wanted him in me so badly, but he just leaned on his hands over me. There was a mixture of lust and shock on his face as his daughter tried to impale herself on his swollen tool.

Dad stopped struggling, his dick pressing lightly against my hole as he looked into my eyes. I think he began to realize how badly I wanted this. How badly his own daughter wanted him to screw her. And how badly he really wanted to. But he couldn’t bring himself to push it into me. Not yet. 

I knew he wanted me – his swollen manhood pressing against my hole was evidence enough of that. He just needed to know that it was all right – that Nikki really truly wanted her Daddy to screw her. I had to come up with a way to make him take me right now, or I would explode from frustration. 

I used all of the all of the longing and desire in my voice that I could manage. It was so hard. My body was shaking with mini pre-orgasms. I was gasping for air. My lust and tears and cumming were all working against me, but I did it. I pulled my lips close to his head and whispered softly in his ear with the all of the desire and affection of a long-time lover, “Please?”

I looked at Dad’s eyes and watched as the stunned disbelief slowly left them. They changed from astonishment to acceptance. Finally his look of lust and determination mirrored my own. Daddy nodded at me, more love in his eyes than I’d ever seen before. He repositioned himself between my legs and pushed it into me.

I came as if I’d never cum before in my life. Inch by inch it penetrated me, and every inch was another lesson in pleasure. It was so big! I never imagined that it would feel so good. The sensation of being stretched wide by his sex entering me was so exquisite that I almost passed out. I squealed, I wiggled, and my body shook as the most powerful orgasm of my entire life passed through me. Daddy leaned over me, watching in amazement as I came under him. 

Finally his shaft buried all the way to the hilt inside of me. I was still cumming, panting for air and whispering “Daddy! Oh, Daddy!” He withdrew it, and I almost screamed “No!” at him. But he’d only withdrawn so that he could plunge it into me again. And again. And again. Faster. Harder. I totally forgot everything – who I was, where I was, who I was with. My world shrank to that magnificent thing pounding into me and the sensations between my legs. I never stopped cumming, not for a moment.

Suddenly Daddy slowed down and his thrusts became somehow even deeper. As I held him close with my legs wrapped around him, he shoved it into me as far as it could possibly go and started to cum. I could feel his hot seed bathing my insides as he arched his back and filled my secret place. I’d never, ever, imagined that having hot goo squirted into me could possibly feel this good. I kept right on cumming while Dad spewed his sperm into me. We froze together as we shared the most intimate experience that a man and woman can have.

I’d never felt such love and affection for him before. It was a moment that has lived in my memory every since, and I didn’t want it to end. But finally we were done cumming together. Dad slowly relaxed down on top of me, his breathing still ragged and fast. I held my first lover tenderly in my arms while I kept my bare legs wrapped around him. Our breathing slowly returned to something approaching normal. I loved the feel of his slippery spent tool shrinking inside of me, the scent of our love, the warm sperm drooling from my stretched hole. I was sore and exhausted, but I knew that my slit wouldn’t keep me awake tonight begging for attention. 

I’d had my Daddy.

Next: Nikki grows up and discovers there’s truth to the old adage –‘ Like mother like daughter…….’

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Enticed by the Sight Ch. 04



That all happened years ago, and the thrill of that first time has never left me. I still get shivers up and down my spine when I think of Dad plunging himself into me. Now I know that every girl remembers her first. But I don’t suppose that most girls’ lives are so completely colored how they lost their cherries. 

To this day that first orgasm I had with my father has remained the absolute strongest one of my entire life. And it wasn’t as if I didn’t try to recapture the experience. I was pretty much a slut in college, sleeping with more boys than I can easily remember. Girls, too, once or twice. But none of them ever got me off like my Daddy.

And I still sleep with him, but only once a month or so. “Nobody does you like your daddy!” – that’s my secret motto. He and Rita are still very happy together. She’s still a cutie, and I still love her. Of course she has no idea about what her husband has been doing to his daughter all these years. 

I’ve never ever told anyone else about my initiation into the joys of sex. Not my lovers, not my best friends, and certainly not my husband.

That’s right. I’m a happily married girl, going on 20 years now. Kevin and I met in college and it was love at first sight. For him I stopped sleeping around (well, with that one paternal exception). He’s the love of my life, and a sweet guy too. And Kevin’s almost as good in bed as Daddy. Not that I would ever tell him about that – he’d leave me for sure.

My two lovers are both as necessary to me as the air I breathe. Kevin is my partner in love, bringing out all of the anticipation and excitement of a first time lover every time we make love, even after 20 years. And Daddy always makes me feel protected and desirable as he pounds himself into me and I cum over and over. I can’t do without either of them.

Kevin works as a pro at the Cherry Brook Golf Course. He’s in really good shape – rugged and handsome. More than once I’ve seen the ladies at the club checking him out behind his back. We live in an expensive home behind the course. He makes a lot of money teaching and entering golf tournaments, and he’s a really good father to our daughter, Marie.

I’ll bet that you thought a slut like me wouldn’t want a little girl of her own, but you’d be wrong. Our little girl was such a blessing to our lives that I can’t begin to imagine life without her. She was always such a sweet little girl, friendly and fun. Even when she got to be a young adult she didn’t turn into your typical angst-y teenager.

Ever since she was little, Marie reminded me of myself, only better. She was more determined, a better student, and even better looking. Her dream all through high school was to work in the justice system, gearing up for a career as a lawyer. Pretty impressive stuff for a high school girl, right?

We were always close, and she shared her aspirations and dreams with me. She had assured me that she hadn’t had sex with any boys yet, and I believed her. Not that they hadn’t tried, you understand. Marie was quite good looking, with a cute figure, large dark eyes and fine brown hair which she wore long, about halfway down her back. 

Marie had a confidence in her appearance that I never had. I would have been ashamed to wear the skimpy clothes that she did. Whenever Daddy saw her he said, “It’s like the 60’s never left.” Bell bottoms, platform shoes, miniskirts and peasant blouses with nothing but little strings holding them up made up most of her wardrobe. She was always showing off bare skin somewhere - her thighs, the small of her back, her belly button. And her shoulders were almost always naked.

I began to realize just how sexy she was one summer day when Marie was a senior in high school. I found Kevin staring at her. She was in her bathroom, leaning over the sink while she put on her eye makeup. The door was open, and Kevin stood just outside out of her line of sight, and I was behind him out of his. He was wearing what he almost always did - a very expensive short sleeved knit shirt and khaki slacks. He was tanned and buff – I just wanted to eat him up right there.

I didn’t notice exactly what he was doing, and I was about to sneak up and throw my arms around him. Then I noticed the intent look in his eye. Girls all know that look – the one the boys use when they’re checking you out and they don’t think you’re looking. The one that’s equal parts appraisal, lust, and dreamy imaginings. And Kevin was using it on our daughter. I was a little hurt because that was the way used to look at me, and I pretended not to notice.

I threw my arms around him and he flinched at the surprise of being yanked from his reverie. Out of the corner of her eye Kevin’s sudden movement caught Marie by surprise, and she gave a little startled jump and squealed. She looked at him in surprise and said, “Daddy!”

We all started laughing because she had accidentally gotten eye shadow all over her cheek. Marie stomped her foot and said, “That’s not funny!” as she turned back to the mirror to fix the damage. But it was hard to take her seriously because she was giggling as she put on more makeup.

Leaving Marie to get ready for school, I took my chuckling husband by the hand and dragged him off towards our room.

“So, staring at our daughter, were you?” 

He wisely didn’t say anything, and I took him to bed and had my way with him.

Kevin had a tournament to golf in the next week, and he’d promised to take us girls along on a ‘road trip.’ We didn’t get to go with him often, so this was a special treat. He usually flew and left us behind to hold down the fort. Marie was pretty excited – she didn’t get to see her father perform in front of a crowd very often, and she was tickled to be allowed to go.

It was just far enough away that we could make the drive in one day, but barely. It would be an all day drive, mostly across the Nevada desert. We’d get to Lake Tahoe, where the tournament was being held, a little after dark. We packed up the SUV and took off early in the morning.

We told jokes, sang songs, and watched the dry sandy scenery go by. As the long drive wore on, Marie built herself a place to lean on out of our bags, a few pillows and the car blanket. As I looked back at her I remembered how often she used to fall asleep in the back of the car. Kevin and I used to joke that the old white Monte Carlo we used to own was just a big ‘baby-sleep-machine.’ Had it really been that long ago?

I remembered what it had been like before she was born - long drives to tournaments, stopping at hotels across the country or sometimes just camping out. Having a baby really changes everything, and one of the things it changes is where you can get laid.

I’d always loved car sex, but ever since Marie got old enough to know what was going on, we’d had to stop. It had been years since I’d gotten laid in the car. But as we cruised along my mind kept coming back to the time Kevin suddenly become very randy right along this stretch of road. It was dark and the night was cool. He’d stopped the car, pulled me out, ripped off my pants and taken me on the car hood as the occasional car went by. It was one of the most memorable sexual experiences of our lives.

You’d think I was some unfulfilled teenage bimbo instead of a longtime happily married woman. But the memory was that strong. My slit was warming up as I remembered having my legs spread wide on the hood of the car and the engine humming under my bare ass as Kevin stood in the dirt by the side of the road and frantically threw a fuck into me. But I couldn’t help myself. Gosh, I was getting moist. I pretended that I was scratching my thigh and I let my fingers brush against my pussy. Boy, I was going to have to screw Kevin silly tonight. I looked over at him and gave him a wink, knowing that he was remembering the same night that I was.

I leaned over smiling to whisper in his ear. “Remember? I was so sore from you fucking me right here that I limped around for two days! Your cock spit out so much cum that I dripped it all over the desert when I got back into the car.” Never pass up an opportunity to talk dirty, that’s my motto.

Kevin glanced in the backseat to see what Marie was doing. A suggestive smile came to his lips. Then he looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows.

“She’s asleep,” he said, his tone somewhere between pleading and hopeful.

I giggled as I felt my face flush – I’m sure that it was as pink as my pussy. We couldn’t really have sex there in the car with our teenage daughter in the seat behind us, could we? I twisted in my seat so that I could see if he was just pulling my leg. But Marie was indeed asleep, several pillows piled high behind her head as she napped in the back seat. I sat back down and looked at Kevin.

Kevin didn’t say a word, but he glanced down at the growing bulge in his pants and then wiggled his eyebrows at me again. I had to laugh. I sure did love him. He glanced down at his crotch suggestively, and I had to suppress another giggle.

I looked around but, as was often the case for this stretch of road, there weren’t any other cars coming along. I got up on my knees on the seat, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When I dropped my head to his lap Kevin reached beside his seat and leaned it back a little. Giggling quietly at the fun of it all, I unbuckled his belt.

I unsnapped and unzipped his slacks and gently put my hand inside. Still constrained by his underwear, his sex was engorged but not erect. I ran my hand tenderly around his mound, not allowing it the freedom to extend itself to its full length. Through his underwear it still felt warm and wanting. Kevin moaned and wiggled a little under my hand, trying to set himself free as he drove down the highway.

Now after all of years together I’d learned a few tricks about my husband. One of them was, if I took my time getting him off, then when he came he was all through. On the other hand, if I could get him to cum pretty fast then he was almost always good for a second one not too long after. And I was really going to need that second one the way my pussy was pleading with me. So this was going to have to be a dirty, fast blowjob. And that was just fine with me, because nothing makes a girl feel more efficient than a dirty, fast blowjob.

I reached up and pulled his underwear down. His sex was happy to see me – I could tell it was. It popped right up, swollen and pink and ready for his wife. I slipped it into my mouth, and began bobbing my head up and down. I let my hair fall over his lap, tickling his tummy and thighs as I gently sucked him. I added my hand, gently twirling my wrist as I slid it up and down under my lips. 

His little slit beckoned my tongue with its juices, and I probed it with my wet tongue.

I knew that Kevin loved my ass, and I did want him to get off in a hurry, so I undid my pants and slid my shorts down so that he’d have more to look at. My pussy was dripping, and as I slipped my panties down to my knees I caught that scent of girl in heat. Did that odor tell him how horny this made me? Seeing my bare buns bent over was enough to make Kevin start thrusting himself into my mouth. It was so erotic to feel him getting ready to cum. He buried his hand in my hair the better to guide his thrusting into me. The swollen tip of his shaft grew even larger in my mouth, and with a groan of pleasure my husband pushed himself into me as deeply as he could and came.

I swear that the first spurt went straight down my throat. It was hot and slippery, and it slid into me so neatly that I didn’t even have to swallow it. The second and third weren’t so well aimed, and they hit the roof of my mouth. I tried to swallow them too, but the angle was wrong and with Kevin’s huge shaft still sliding in and out of me my ability to gulp it down neatly was severely curtailed. My mouth filled with his delicious hot seed, but some of it managed to drizzle from my lips. I held him gently as his erupting manhood slowed its thrusts into me and then stopped.

As I slowly withdrew my mouth, I intended to swallow it all so that there wouldn’t be a mess on his slacks. But some of it spilled from my lips. Before I could suck it into me some of his goo drooled out of my mouth and all over the back of my hand. Kevin moaned as his sex left my slippery warmth. I swallowed the hot load in my mouth and then I licked the sperm from my lips and swallowed it, too. I let go of his spent shaft, and Kevin released his hold on my head, letting me go so that I could return to my seat.

There’s something very satisfying about taking the sperm from your husband’s body into yours. It doesn’t require that a wife even have sex, it’s the act of the transfer that’s gratifying. Even so, as always, giving Kevin a quick blowjob left me wet and wanting. I had to close my eyes in mute pleasure for a moment as I felt his warm goo slide down my throat so that it could become part of me.

A little dazed, I sat up to return my naked butt to its seat. I drew my hand up to my lips so that I could slurp the sperm that had landed there. As I sucked the white juice off of my hand I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I quickly turned my head and saw Marie quietly watching me swallowing her father’s sperm. By the look in her eye she’d seen the whole thing. Her nipples were very erect under her t-shirt, and there was an awed look on her face.

As soon as she noticed that I’d seen her Marie quickly turned her head away. But she didn’t jump up, she didn’t scream, she didn’t even move. She just stared out the window at the approaching dusk. I looked at her for just a second, and then I sat my naked ass down on my seat, debating with myself about what to do. I wiggled back into my shorts while Kevin brought his seat back up. The image of the look on Marie’s face was burned into my brain. And that look in her eye? I think it was jealousy. 

Kevin had a smug look on his face, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he’d want me again. But I was a little too concerned with what my daughter had seen to pay much attention to him right now. Was Marie sitting back there shocked? Was she disgusted at what her mom had done? Of course, the thought occurred to me that she might be going through the same powerful emotions that I had gone through with her grandfather when I was about her age. But that couldn’t be possible, could it? I mean, it was an extraordinary and rare girl who would become obsessed with her father’s manhood. Surely it couldn’t happen twice in the same family, could it?

My conversation with my conscience was broken as Kevin suddenly slowed the car. We hadn’t driven more than 10 miles or so farther down the highway. The sun was almost set, and as usual in the desert the sunset had seemed to last only a couple of minutes. The fading light had turned into shades of purples and indigos over the mountains, and the evening was cooling quickly. I wondered what Kevin was doing, but only for a moment. I looked out the window and I recognized the grouping of cactus and a nearby abandoned ranch building. It was the same spot where he’d taken me on the car hood years ago – he wanted to do it again

Kevin put the SUV in park and looked in the back seat to check on Marie. She must have closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, because Kevin turned back to me, wiggled his eyebrows and gave me his goofy grin.

“Remember this spot?” he asked, knowing full well that neither of us would ever forget it. There was that eyebrow thing again. “I’m thinking maybe we need a replay. Maybe I can get you to water the desert again.”

A smile broke over my face even as my thoughts raced elsewhere. Kevin jumped down out of the car and began walking around to my side. How could I stop him? I didn’t want him taking me in front of Marie. I mean, it’s one thing to come across your parents doing it by accident, it’s quite another if one of them knows you’re watching.

And I was sure she’d be watching. I remembered my first look at Dad’s erect manhood and where it had led me. Since Marie obviously wasn’t disgusted it meant that she was probably so excited that it was all she could do to keep from touching herself. Nope – I was sure she was awake in the backseat, pretending to be asleep and waiting to see what we’d do next.

And I couldn’t tell Kevin that she’d seen us, could I? He’d be mortified if he thought his daughter had just watched him cum into my mouth. Kevin was a living doll in so many ways, but he was also kind of a stick in the mud. And Marie would just deny it anyhow. She was the apple of his eye and responsible enough that he would at least listen to her. And there was no way I could just tell him no – he’d seen me take down my pants a few minutes ago and he’d caught the odor of his wife in heat. He knew I wanted it, and for the life of me I couldn’t think of a way to stop him from giving it to me. Besides, I’d never ever told him no before, and he’d know something was up if I refused him now.

My rushing thoughts were brought to a halt when Kevin opened my door. He took my hand in his and gently helped me climb down out of the SUV, shutting the door after I was out. We were in the same spot where he’d taken me on the hood of the old white Monte Carlo. I remembered our unbridled excitement that night, me laying on the warm hood with my legs spread wide for anybody to see as Kevin pummeled himself into me. And when I added that memory to the lust generated by our blowjob in the car, I could feel myself practically dripping into my panties.

We stood there for a moment, holding hands as we gazed at each other. As always happens in the desert, the sunset had come almost immediately. It was practically dark, with just a few stars out. There was almost a surreal cast to the landscape. But my eyes were only for my husband. As I looked in his eyes most of what I saw was bare unrestrained lust. But I knew Kevin, and I could also see a hint of the love and affection that was always there when he looked at me. And there was definitely a touch of humor too, as he remembered our Monte Carlo night. I know that Kevin saw the same things in my eyes.

He put his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him. I raised my lips to his mouth and, as always when his lips touched mine, I melted. I loved this man so much. He ground his hardness into my belly, pushing me back against Marie’s window. Pinned between the car and my husband’s needs, I wished that I could stop him for Marie’s sake. But at the same time my body turned to putty, and I knew he could have me however he wanted me.

Our tongues intertwined as each of us tried to become the other with a kiss. “Kissing of the very best kind” was what we always called it. He’d never failed to make me dizzy with lust by gently crushing my lips with his, by tickling my tongue, by allowing me to share myself with him. I had learned long ago that this was my favorite part – it will never replace a good cumming, but kissing is always the most intimate act of all. 

After a few minutes of gentle necking that left us both a little breathless, we both looked down between us and watched his hands as Kevin unsnapped my pants. He unzipped them and slid his hand under my panties and down inside while I stood there blushing. When his fingers reached my slit and he discovered how wet I was, a little smile came to his face. He gave me a quick teasing tickle, moving his fingers in slippery little circles and making my knees tremble. Then my husband slid his hands under my shorts and panties and slipped them down to my knees.

Kevin put his hands back on my hips and turned me to face the car. Apparently we weren’t going to do this on the hood, which was just as well – the SUV was a lot taller than the Monte Carlo. I could hear him behind me unzipping his slacks, and I put my hands flat on the side of the car to brace myself against his approaching onslaught. I arched my back and spread my legs as wide as my shorts allowed so that he could have easier access to my secret place. It felt so damned sexy to be standing half-naked by the road, my pussy dripping as I waited for my husband’s penetration. My breathing became even shorter as I impatiently waited for that initial thrust. You know, the one that never fails to fuse you to your husband in a shuddering paroxysm of desire fulfilled.




Enticed by the Sight Ch. 04



My needy slit had temporarily driven all other thought from my mind, causing me to forget my daughter for a moment. As I peered curiously into the back window I could see Marie, ‘sleeping’ in the backseat. The SUV had heavily tinted rear windows. I knew for a fact that from even a few feet away in the dark of nightfall that there was no way to see through them. Kevin was watching my naked ass anyway – I was sure of it. Marie’s secret was safe.

Kevin tangled my hair in his fist and pulled my head slowly back as he deliberately shoved himself into me. I moaned as his hardness filled me up. No matter how many times we did this, I was amazed at how he touched even the tiniest recesses of my inner wetness. It was as if he was a key made just for me – his manhood unlocked my tumblers and opened me up for his taking.

I whimpered as he slid out of me, but he pushed it slowly back inside. The rapid buildup of lusty tension was exquisite – first he was in me, stretching me wide and filling my hungry slit. Then he was out of me, creating longing and need. In and fulfilled. Out and craving. In. Out. In. Out. Oh, God! Gradually we picked up speed as he hurled himself into me. After a few seconds we were going full tilt, and a massive orgasm was coming at both of us like a freight train – fast and huge and unstoppable. The sound of his thighs slapping against my bare ass faded towards the distant mountains.

Kevin was pummeling me harder and harder, and my arms slowly bent. Closer and closer I was pushed to the car. My arms grew weaker as my slippery velvet lining insisted on all of my attention. I lost conscious thought while my body neared that most acute release that only a man can give. Eventually my face was pushed to the window, my cheek pressing against the glass. My eyes were closed as I panted in perfect rhythm to my husband’s thrusting. I never knew whether he was timing himself to my gasping, or if I was gasping in time to his rhythm. It had always been this way for us, and it always made our couplings even sweeter.

Kevin’s rhythm slowed and became even deeper, lifting my heels from the ground as he threw himself into me. It was about time, too, because I was about to start cumming. My eyes were half closed in pleasure and not really focused on anything at all. But just as I started to cum, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, and through the window I saw that Marie was watching us.

Kevin moaned, trying to be quiet lest he wake his daughter. But in spite of his panting he managed to say urgently, “Ohmigod Nikki, I’m cummmming!”

I didn’t have any time or will power to do anything, because Kevin’s seed started spilling into me, gushing warmly up my insides as he tried to push me through the car. I came at the same time, whimpering as convulsions of delight washed through me. My soggy opening invited his pounding manhood inside me, and he was only too happy to oblige. Somehow, knowing that my daughter was watching us made me cum even harder than usual, almost as hard as that first time with Dad. I literally couldn’t do anything else but close my eyes and give out little moans and squeals of pleasure as Kevin hurled himself in and out of me and we came.

Kevin would grab me tightly, one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, the better to shove himself into me. Then there would be a mighty thrust. A gush of his hot liquid love would leave his rod to come home inside of me. I’d squeal, “Oh!” Then he’d withdraw a little bit so that we could do it again. Grab. Thrust. Gush. “Oh!” Withdraw.

Grab. Thrust. Gush. “Oh!” Withdraw. Grab. Thrust. Gush. “Oh!” Withdraw. Over and over we went as my husband transferred his sperm into me. In spite of our earlier blowjob, there was so much of it that I could feel it drool out of my slit and trickle warmly down my thigh towards the desert floor, just like Kevin said it would. Just when I thought I’d go crazy from the unending pleasure and my shaking body he began to slow down, his manhood spent inside me. He grabbed my tits through my shirt and massaged them as he tried to make more of his cum to put into me. Eventually our cumming together slowed and then settled into that warm post-cum squirmy time as our orgasms began to wind down. I deliberately wiggled my ass to milk every ounce of pleasure out of our mating, every drop from his tool, and my senses gradually began to return. I was able to open my eyes just a little bit and I could barely see Marie watching us through the window, a small smile on her lips and a look of jealous lust in her eye.

I was still panting and the after shocks wracked my body as I tried to finish cumming and regain my senses. The last waves of my orgasm gently rolled through me, causing involuntary shudders to rumble through me from head to toe. Our outdoor location, the threat of exposure, my naked ass, Kevin’s turgid sex, the warm sperm on my leg and the glimpse I’d had of jealous eyes all combined to draw out my pleasure. Seeing my dazed face looking at her, Marie reached out and placed her hand gently against mine on the car window. I closed my eyes as another post-cum flutter wracked my body, and I wondered what I had just done to my daughter.

Next: Marie follows in her mother’s footsteps…………..

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Enticed by the Sight Ch. 05



As we neared Lake Tahoe Marie pretended to wake up. She was her usual bright and perky self, and she didn’t mention the little interruption in our drive at all. We stopped for dinner at a little restaurant near the hotel, and then went over and checked in. We had a luxurious suite which had a nice sitting room and a smaller bedroom off to the side where Marie could sleep. We were all a little tired from the drive (well, and other things, too), so we just went straight to bed.

Marie and I cheered Kevin on from the gallery the next day. Of course, my mind was more on what to do about my daughter’s newfound knowledge. I was reminded of what it was like when I’d seen Dad and Rita all those years ago. I was sharing a secret, but only I knew about it. Marie had seen her parents making love and enjoyed it, so she was sharing a secret too.

She knew that I knew she had watched us, but she didn’t bring it up. Obviously we were going to keep it between ourselves. What Marie didn’t know was that I had recognized the look in her eye when she’d seen us - pure, unadulterated teenage lust. There was no doubt in my mind that my daughter was entertaining thoughts of sleeping with her father.

She had my sympathy because I knew just how hard all of this was hitting her. The longing, the unfulfilled lust, the desire to make love to daddy were all potent inducements which some teenage girls couldn’t resist. I knew this for a fact.

So the big question was, did I want to allow this? Should I encourage it? I mean, sleeping with my father hadn’t ruined me any, at least, not that I could tell. I enjoyed sex a little more than most of my friends, but I was still able to form a long-lasting loving relationship with a man. So what’s the harm?

After the 11th hole, which Kevin birdied, I glanced over at Marie as we were clapping. She was enthusiastically cheering, and to most of the fans she was just a proud daughter. But I knew her better than that. I could see it in the back of her eye and the corners of her smile – Marie’s feelings as a daughter were tinged with lover’s lust. Her eyes were soft and dreamy whenever Kevin was in sight, and she was even walking a little funny, as if she was kind of sore. I could guess what she’d been doing in her bed last night.

I tried to imagine if I would feel jealous. Would Kevin still love me if he was sleeping with Marie? I knew from my own experience that you could still love your spouse while you were sleeping with your daughter. In spite of our long-lived love affair, Dad still loved Rita more than anything. Somehow the two women in his life complemented each other, feeding Dad’s needs. But he’d never even hinted that he wanted me instead of Rita. I decided that if Marie and I each contributed in different ways to Kevin’s happiness, then there wouldn’t be anything for me to be jealous about.

I concluded that my real concern wasn’t whether or not Marie was sleeping with Kevin. It was whether or not I knew she was sleeping with Kevin. Would it be better for Marie if her first lover was some young kid whom I didn’t know, or her father? After much soul searching while we wandered the links I finally arrived at a decision. 

I would give them the opportunity to be alone and have sex and see if she took it. Preferably soon, while the visions of her daddy’s manhood were still fresh in her mind and her slit was crying out for filling. If she passed up a chance to take her daddy tonight, then the feelings inside of her probably weren’t so strong that she wouldn’t pass them up for the rest of her life. If she couldn’t resist, then at least I would know, and my daughter’s first lover would be the man I loved.

Kevin did extremely well in the first round, placing in the top five. Marie and I met him back at the hotel. Kevin didn’t like to spend too much time on the course in the middle of a tournament, because he found all of the fans distracting. He’d make up for it when it was all over, spending hours shaking hands and giving autographs.

So we sat at a table, relaxing with our drinks. Well, Marie had a pop. Occasionally fans who knew where the golfers stayed would come up to congratulate him, but there weren’t as many as there would have been at the golf course. I noticed that most of the men were more interested in the shy teenager by Kevin’s side. Of course he couldn’t see it, and even she didn’t know it. But she was definitely sending out feminine ‘take me now’ signals.

Only Marie and I knew whom the signals were actually for.

After lunch we went back to our rooms. Kevin wanted to lay down for a little bit, and Marie was going to watch TV. The sign I’d seen advertising a meeting in the Carnation Room suddenly popped into my head, and my half-hearted plan began to gel. As we entered our suite I decided that now was my opportunity to leave my husband and daughter together to see if anything happened. 

“I think I’m going to go to the Golfer’s Wives meeting today,” I said. This was a loose coalition of professional golf wives who lent our names to worthy causes. After every major tournament we’d organize a benefit for a local charity. Usually our meetings were held by phone and email, but every once in a while there was an actual meeting. There was one scheduled for this afternoon to discuss our agenda for next year.

“I thought you guys were all set for this year,” Kevin said. “You sure you don’t want to stay with me?”

“Well, I thought you were going to take a nap. Besides, it’ll be fun to talk with them. Julia Morrison’s going to be there, and I haven’t seen her in ages.”

Kevin brushed his lips against mine, and I could feel my body start to warm.

“I was hoping you’d stay here,” he whispered as he nuzzled my neck. For the millionth time I wondered how he did that. I felt like a high school girl on her first date, not like an experienced wife in her husband’s arms.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said, pushing him away. “If we get started with that then I’ll never get to the meeting. Besides, you need your nap. You have another round to play tomorrow.”

Kevin took my hand and pulled me towards our bedroom. “Ok, but at least lay down with me until you have to go.”

I raised my voice and spoke to Marie, who was pretending to be more interested in the TV than in her parents. “Honey, we’re going to lay down for a little bit before I have to leave.” That was our family code for ‘leave us alone while we make out.’ Normally it worked pretty well. But this time I knew she’d be trying to watch.

There was a connecting door between our room and Marie’s, and as Kevin led me to the bed I glanced over and made sure it was open a little.

Kevin lay down with a sigh of satisfaction. It was a huge bed with a down comforter and lots of pretty pillows. I cuddled up next to him as he put his arm around me. I did love to snuggle with him so. Of course, usually it led to other stuff. But I was determined. My game plan was twofold – I wanted to get Kevin warmed up and give Marie a show. Then I would leave and see which course nature wanted to take. 

I brought my mouth to his slowly, teasingly. I barely touched his lips with mine – a caress so light that it almost couldn’t be felt. I tantalized his libido, letting him inside my personal space without giving him the satisfaction of a full kiss. My hair fell over us forming a cocoon inside which we shared our breaths, our hearts and ourselves.

I put my head down on his shoulder and cuddled under his arm. Kevin tangled his fingers in my hair, gently caressing me as I snuggled into him. I enjoyed my husband’s ministrations for a couple of minutes while I made lazy circles on his chest with my fingertips. Then I lifted my head and pretended to toss my hair out of his way so that I could steal a glance at the door to Marie’s room. I wasn’t positive because the crack in the doorway was so small and the light in her room was off, but I thought I could see her peering at us from the dark safety of her room.

Keeping myself on the far side of my husband so that Marie could have an unobstructed view, I moved my hand down Kevin’s slacks and let it rest on his mound. I began gently kneading him through his pants, and it was only a few moments before his sex responded by lengthening and growing. I cupped my hand over his pole and slid my fingers up and down, caressing his entire length. Kevin pushed himself against my palm.

“I thought you were leaving,” he said. “Not that I mind. Are you sure you’re not going to stay?” he whispered a little breathlessly as he pushed himself hard against my hand.

“Nope,” I giggled. “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t have fun when I get back.” I kept rubbing his sex as I tried to ignore the beginnings of my own needs, which were beginning to assert themselves in no uncertain terms.

Kevin tried to slip his hand into my shorts, but I wiggled away. He said, “And what will happen then?”

“Well, that depends on whether you’re good while I’m gone,” I said teasingly.

Kevin gave me a pretend hurt look, and I had to remember my resolve to leave him hot and bothered and not sated and empty. It was hard, because my husband was always able to make me weak in the knees with the right look at the right time. And I ached as I always did to give him whatever he wanted. 

Instead I giggled at him, cuddled even closer and pretended to be shy. “And what would you like to have when I get back?” I whispered, drawing little circles on his chest with my finger.

“If I’m a good boy…..” He paused and put his finger on his lip like he was giving it some serious thought. “Then would you sit on my face?” he said with a smile.

I laughed. I adored sitting on Kevin’s face. He could always make me cum really hard that way, and I loved the feeling of letting gravity help my nectar drool into his mouth. I was about to dismiss him with a laugh, but then I had an idea. I could tease him a little and maybe give Marie an idea at the same time. “Hey, I can do that now.”

I swung around and got up on my knees, my crotch right over Kevin’s face. I lowered myself towards his waiting lips, and I hoped that he wasn’t going to leave too big a wet spot on my shorts.

“I meant with your pants off,” Kevin said, pretending to whine.

“Hush. This is what you’re getting now, and if you don’t want it, then you can just wait,” I said. 

A muffled moan came from my husband’s lips as he greedily began gnawing at my pussy through the material. A pleasurable shock went through me as if I’d never been in this position before. 

I spread my knees a little wider so that he could have better access, and he responded by wetly kissing the inside of my bare thighs below my shorts. Delicious shudders ran through me, and it was only by a great effort of will that I remembered my determination.

I leaned forward so that I could reach his swollen sex. I unsnapped his slacks, unzipped them and began stroking him through his shorts as he nibbled my slit through mine. Marie was watching us, I was sure of it. But I refrained from looking at the door and concentrated on sensing just how far I could take Kevin and still leave without finishing him or succumbing to the calling of my slit. My husband’s mouth was separated from my pussy by both my panties and my shorts as he gently kneaded my slit through the material. The sensation was delightful, and I ground myself into him slowly. We both kept it up for several minutes, that slow buildup that would inevitably lead us to another sensual coupling.

Kevin moaned softly, inhaling my scent through my shorts. His sex was hard in my hand, and I knew that any second now those clear drops of pre-cum would start to ooze from the end. It was time to stop, or we’d get to the point of no return. And this one was supposed to be for Marie. Besides, the meeting of the Golfer’s Wives was about to start.

I swung my leg off of my husband’s face and stood up next to the bed. I pushed my hair back behind my ears and tried to make my breathing return to normal. Kevin grabbed for the waistband of my shorts, but I danced backwards laughing and shook my finger at him.

“No, no, no! You’re taking a nap and I’m going to the charity meeting.”

Kevin gave a little disappointed moan but he closed his eyes and relaxed into the bed. His round of golf and his teasing wife had tired him out, poor baby. I went over to the dressing table to touch up my makeup and brush my hair. I glanced at Kevin to make sure he wasn’t looking at me, and then I spread my legs so that I could look at the wet spot on my shorts. It wasn’t too bad, and I figured that if I could keep my legs reasonably closed during the meeting, then nobody would notice.

I walked to the door, keeping out of range of the bed and my husband’s arms. I blew Kevin a cheerful kiss and said, “If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you what you wanted when I get back.” My husband nodded gently, halfway gone to his nap already.

Marie must have hurried back to the sitting room when she saw me get off of her daddy’s face. I found her there room watching TV, pretending that she hadn’t just been watching me sitting on her father. I said, “I’m going to the Golfer’s Wives meeting now. It’ll only be a couple of hours. Are you sure you don’t want to go? It’ll be a lot of fun.”

I could almost see the light bulb go off over her head. Nobody can read a girl like her mother. She’d just realized that she was going to be alone with her daddy, that he was erect and horny and that this might be her opportunity to have her cherry taken. Marie pretended to think about it, her long dark hair waving as she shook her head. “No thanks Mom. I’m kind of tired too. I’ll probably just lay here and watch some tube.” I had to suppress a smirk at her expected answer.

“Are you sure, baby? It’ll be a lot of fun.”

“Nope. But you give ‘em what for.” Marie turned back to the TV, watching a rerun of some Olson twins show that she’d been watching since she was little. It made me think of just how much my little baby had grown up.

“Ok honey. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I don’t know just what came over me then. Remember that old-time comedian? Flip something-or-other. All I can plead is his catch-phrase – “the devil made me do it.” As I shut the door behind me, I said, “Make sure you take care of Daddy. He’s all yours while I’m gone!”

I left our suite and went to the elevators. I had to at least make an appearance at the meeting just in case Kevin asked about it later. But I had no intention of staying when I thought there was a pretty good chance that my daughter was about to lose her virginity to my husband.

I met the girls in the Carnation room. We always had fun when we did this, and this time was no exception. But to tell the truth though, I don’t remember what we discussed. I do remember keeping my legs together and hoping that my cum wasn’t drooling down my leg. I was pretty sure that my daughter was upstairs in my room about to sleep with my husband, and that was all I could think about. Finally after about fifteen minutes I figured that I’d put in enough of an appearance that everybody would remember me. As the meeting went on, I sidled towards the door and let myself out.

My daughter’s room was next to ours, and it had its own entrance to the hallway. I thought that maybe I’d have to go to the front desk and make up some story about needing the key, but Marie had left it unlocked. I figured that she’d either still be watching TV in the sitting room or in my room with my husband. It never even occurred to me that she might have gone back to her own room. I guess I just got lucky because she wasn’t there. I made sure that the lights were off and the curtains drawn. Then I padded quietly over to the door that opened into my bedroom and peered through the crack.

As wet as I was, I think I was a little disappointed that Marie wasn’t in my room with Kevin. My husband was asleep, still laying on his back with his pants open and his sex hiding under his shorts, a little swollen and awaiting my return. I stood by the crack in the door, watching him nap as I wondered about my daughter. Could I have been so wrong? Maybe it wasn’t jealousy I’d seen in her eye at all. Maybe she wasn’t her mother’s daughter, lusting after her father just because she’d seen his turgid rod spewing out white-hot seed.

I was trying to decide just how long I should stand there waiting before I went in and took him myself when the door to my bedroom opened and Marie stuck her head in. She looked around for a second, and then came in, shutting the door quietly behind her. I stepped back a little from the door to be sure that she wouldn’t see me. My daughter sure was cute. I remember wondering if I’d been that good looking when I was her age. Marie had on a peasant shirt which showed off her shoulders, baggy jeans and some of her costume jewelry – bracelets and a few necklaces.

Marie stood by the bed looking down at her father. Her back was to me so I couldn’t see the look in her eye, but I did see her push her hair back and lean over him. Slowly and hesitantly she put her hand on his sex as if she was unsure of what would happen. When he didn’t jump up screaming her confidence rose a little. Marie dragged her fingertips along his length, watching him intently as she did it. Even from the other room I could see his manhood stretch out in his underwear to its full length. Kevin moaned in his sleep, and she immediately let go. But the damage was done. My daughter had just learned how powerful her touch was to a man. Her delicate fingers had caused his shaft to become hard and insistent under his shorts, and it was entirely because of her.

Marie stood up straight and looked down at her waist and unsnapped her jeans. There was no hesitation in her at all now. She unzipped her pants and slid them off, one leg at a time. Her legs were long and lean, and they looked particularly enticing with nothing on them but her socks. I was a little surprised when she stopped stripping long enough to put her hand between her legs and massage herself through her panties. But then she quickly stripped them off, too, a smile on her face as she thought about what she was going to do.

I was right about the feelings that I’d suspected were running through my daughter’s head. There was no doubt about it – Marie was going to get herself laid. And my lucky husband was going to be her first lover.

Marie put her hands between her legs again, her delicate fingers dipping inside herself just enough to get them wet and then moving up to draw little circles around her clit. With a ghost of a smile on her face she leaned over Kevin and touched her wet fingers to his lips. 

“I’m back, honey,” she whispered in a voice so low that there was no way that Kevin could tell that it wasn’t me. “Keep your eyes closed and I’ll give you what you wanted.” Kevin nodded and licked his lips clean of her juice, savoring as he always did the taste of a girl in heat. He was awake enough for some love but not awake enough to notice the difference between the touch he was receiving and the touch of his wife.

Marie climbed up on the bed in the same position I’d been in before, her legs spread wide over Kevin’s face. I couldn’t help myself. As she lowered her naked slit to my husband’s lips I quickly unzipped my shorts and plunged my hand down inside them so that I could cup my aching snatch in my palm. I’d had no idea that I was so wet down there – my panties were sopping. My slit was so grateful for the touch that I practically gasped out loud in pleasure.

As Marie had planned Kevin simply thought I had returned. His lips rose to meet the wet pussy being lowered to him, and he bestowed a long slow lick on her from her clit to her hole. Then he slipped his tongue inside her. Marie jerked like she’d been jolted by an electric shock. I suppose that in a way she had. The first time a lover caresses your secret place with his tongue is one of the most delicious moments in a girl’s life. Marie threw her head back, closed her eyes and whimpered as the first orgasm of her life that she didn’t give herself began to course through her. 




Enticed by the Sight Ch. 05



I had to lean against the doorway and muffle my own moans as I watched my little girl experience her first orgasm at the hands of a man. I knew that her juices were running into her father’s mouth because I could see him swallowing them greedily. My knees shuddered and became weak as I roughly rubbed my soaked slit through my panties.

Marie’s body trembled and shook from her hair to her knees. Kevin made little wet popping sounds as he kissed her slit, and every tiny suck seemed to send another tremor through her body. After a few moments of gasping and blushing (did I blush like that when I came?) her first orgasm subsided just enough for her to go on. She leaned forward so that his sex was within her reach, and she began to stroke it just the way she’d seen her mother do just a little while before. 

Marie slid her hand under his shorts, sliding them down and freeing Kevin’s sex. My God, it was big! My new vantage point from across the room gave me different impressions than my usual up-close ones. Did it look that big when it was in my hand? Was it usually that stiff? No wonder Marie had gotten so excited by seeing it in the car. My slit softened even more, waiting with barely disguised impatience for my husband’s penetration. But it was going to have to wait – this erection was for my daughter.

The pre-cum was already dripping out of Kevin, and Marie smeared it up and down his shaft as she closed her eyes to enjoy the gentle lapping of his tongue between her legs. Her father hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but I knew better than to think he’d keep them closed much longer.

I looked around wildly and spotted a chair by the desk in Marie’s room. I didn’t want to miss anything, but I knew that there way no way I was going to be able to stand in the doorway much longer – my legs were too weak with desire. I was so horny that I couldn’t stand it, and I wanted to be able to do myself while I watched my daughter lose her virginity. I dashed from my spot in the doorway, quietly grabbed the chair and positioned it by the slightly open door. Then I quickly sat down in the dark and slid my hand back inside my panties to caress my slit. I leaned backward in the chair, keeping myself positioned so that I could peer through the crack in the door.

Marie had finished being licked. She was so far beyond ready that her virgin hole was driving her on to the next new sensation – she wanted to be speared by her father. Now.

Marie let go of Kevin’s sex and turned herself around. I caught a glimpse between her legs of her wet pink slit as she squatted over her father but facing the other way. Her long legs looked so sexy in her little white socks. She positioned her naked ass above my husband’s throbbing tool. Marie put her hand over Kevin’s eyes, keeping them closed. I guess she knew her daddy pretty well, too. He smiled under her hand at this unexpected tease. She reached between her legs with her free hand and positioned his stiff pole at the entrance to her womanhood.

I suddenly realized that Marie had more of a plan than I’d given her credit for. She had carefully only touched him in ways that he could interpret as his wife’s touch. A slow caress through his shorts here, a slippery slit there. But she hadn’t given him the opportunity to hold her in his arms or to kiss her teenage lips. He hadn’t held her hand in his, which would have given her away. She hadn’t let him feel her hair, which was longer and finer than mine. There was no way that my sleepy husband could tell that it wasn’t his wife straddling him, that the girl about to impale herself on his shaft was thinner and smaller than his Nikki. There was no way for him to tell that he was about to screw Marie, his very own daughter.

Marie tossed her hair back, her eyes closed in mute pleasure at the gentle force of her father’s rod swollen rod ready to enter her slick hole. She had one hand over Kevin’s eyes and the other on his shaft, positioning him at her slippery entrance. My daughter slid herself down just a little, forcing just the tip of her daddy’s sex to vanish inside of her. She closed her eyes and gasped at this first intrusion of a man into her womanhood.

I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. My slit was just as needy as hers – more so perhaps, because mine already knew of the intimate pleasure that hers was about to experience. I propped my feet on the floor and lifted my ass off of the chair so that I could slip my shorts and panties down my legs. I leaned over hurriedly and unlaced my shoes and pulled them off. I kicked off my shorts and soaked panties and in a few seconds I was wearing just the same outfit as my about-to-lose-her-virginity daughter – socks and a peasant shirt.

I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs wide, propping them up and apart on the arms. If Marie looked my way, she’d see her mother’s dripping slit through the crack in the door. I didn’t waste any time. I couldn’t waste any time. My hole was on fire, trickling goo down my ass and onto the chair seat. I dipped my middle finger into my wet slit so that it was all slippery. My sex was demanding attention, and I couldn’t let it wait any longer. I began kneading my clit rapidly back and forth with my finger. I stifled a gasp at my first touch – it wouldn’t do for them to hear me. I had to concentrate on keeping my eyes open so that I could watch Kevin and Marie’s first sexual experience together.

Marie took her hand off of her dad’s sex, and Kevin put his hand up in the air and his elbow in the bed. She didn’t know that he expected her to twine her fingers in his and hold his hands while she rode him – it was what we often did when I was on top. Kevin wiggled his fingers. Marie must have gotten the hint, because she put her free hand in his and they gripped each other tightly. I think that he was simply too sleepy and too excited to notice that it wasn’t my hand he was holding. Kevin put his other hand in the air the same way and in order to grab it, Marie had to remove her hand from his eyes.

My daughter crouched above my husband touching him in only three places – her wet slit on his rod and her hands twined in his. Kevin’s sex was distended and pink, the bulbous end hidden just inside Marie’s spread legs. I began rubbing myself even harder as Marie slowly began lower her ass, impaling herself on her daddy.

Marie closed her eyes. A sharp intake of her breath as her gash was split open caused my daughter to mewl in delight. Kevin’s eyes immediately sprang open at the sound of her squeal. It obviously wasn’t my voice, but it took his brain a moment to realize it. A shocked look came over his face as he recognized the fact that it wasn’t his wife’s pussy he was slowly sinking into, but his little girl’s.

“Marie!” he cried in stunned surprise. Kevin began to wiggle, trying to dislodge himself from his daughter’s slit. But she had lowered herself onto him just enough that he couldn’t squirm free. And if he tried to buck her off he would only succeed in driving his sex further into her. Marie’s eyes sprang wide open at the sound of her father’s voice but amazingly enough she just looked down at him and giggled.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked in bright innocence, as if he had just angrily asked about the cost of her new pair of shoes and not at all as if he’d caught her sliding her tiny pussy onto his turgid rod.

“Honey? Baby? We can’t do this.” Kevin tried valiantly to remain calm, to talk his daughter out of her sexy intentions. “You don’t want to do this.”

Marie’s hair shook as she nodded. “Oh, yes I do, Daddy,” she whispered. Her voice took on a conspiratorial tone, but there was no mistaking her sincerity. “Little girls always want their fathers to make love to them. Don’t you know that?” My daughter closed her eyes and resumed sliding down onto Kevin’s shaft. It looked as hard as crystal and as ready to burst inside of her as if he was the virgin and she was the experienced lover. He shook his head as she sank onto him. But there was no denying the lusts of his body, however much his mind objected – he wanted to make love to his daughter.

“No, baby. No,” he said, pleading with her.

Marie closed her eyes and whispered, “Hush,” as she slowly slid her slippery tunnel down over her father’s sex. Kevin whispered, “No, no, no” over and over, begging her to stop. But his begging grew fainter and fainter as the pleasure of piercing Marie’s tight hole overtook him. Slowly his pleadings turned into a low moan of pleasure as his shaft was encased in the tightest girl he’d been inside in many years. Suddenly he drove himself up into her velvet wetness and began assaulting his daughter with all of the force he could muster. His sudden switch from reluctant father to pummeling lover sent Marie over the edge, and she began to cum. My daughter blushed bright pink, gasping out her pleasure as she took her daddy deep inside of her. She squealed as her father made her cum for a second time. Her voice came out in broken little squeaks, tiny mewls of pleasure as she gasped for air and her father pounded his sex into her.

I started to cum, too. Sympathetic pleasure from watching my daughter’s orgasm stormed between my legs, and my swiftly rubbing finger urged a massive cum from me. I bit my lip and tried not to give myself away as I joined my daughter in her steamy rapture. I felt so exposed there in the doorway, my legs spread wide up on the chair, my hole practically spraying my liquid around as my finger frantically beat my slippery clit. My juices splashed all over me, coating my slit, my fingers and my thighs with mommy’s girl juice.

Marie let go of his hands and fell forward, unable to sit up any more while she was being so thoroughly fucked. She wanted to kiss her daddy’s mouth, but she was having trouble. It was hard for her to find her target while Kevin was bouncing her up and down. Marie cradled his face in her little delicate hands and pulled her lips ever closer to his, a tiny squeal of delight escaping her mouth with every thrust of her daddy’s sex. She gasped over and over, her breath sliding into his mouth as truly as his manhood was sliding into her. Finally her lips touched his and Kevin gave a mighty thrust and froze, buried deep inside my daughter as they kissed for the first time not as father and daughter, but as man and woman.

Their gentle kiss was broken by her little gasps for air as the pleasure of having a man buried deep inside her caused her to pant into his mouth. I recognized Kevin’s posture – he had riveted himself as far as he could be inside her for Marie’s pleasure, not his, filling her with himself as she came around him. My husband hadn’t cum yet. I stared at them wide-eyed as his hands glided down to her naked ass and pulled her roughly onto him. Marie squealed again as she was impaled even deeper. She whimpered as she came, her long hair falling over them as the two of them shared the joy of her orgasm. 

“Oh, god, Daddy,” she said through her clenched teeth and closed eyes, her whole body trembling. “Ohmigod.” Another shudder passed through her. “Ohmigod, Daddy.” She began to relax as the pleasure temporarily subsided, her legs still spread wide over her father. He gently kneaded her taut naked ass. Breathlessly she said, “God Daddy. That was amazing.” But I knew something that Marie didn’t - Kevin wasn’t done yet.

Without giving her much time to catch her breath and recover, only a minute or two, Kevin deftly slid out of Marie and turned her over on her side facing me. She had been fucked so thoroughly that she was like a rag doll, exhausted, limp and compliant for her father. It was his turn, and I knew that my husband often liked to cum while taking me from behind on my side. 

I had the perfect view. Marie’s legs were long and lean, and her little white socks somehow made her look even more naked. Kevin was half hidden behind her, his face covered by her fallen hair as he positioned himself to take his daughter. My husband deftly stuck his hand between her bare thighs and lifted her leg so that he had easier access. She was spread wide. Her little pink slit was wet, gaping and easily accessible. I watch as he shoved his swollen tool inside our little girl again.

Marie’s eyes glazed over as her daddy began roughly pounding her box. Kevin slid his hand down her tight tummy over her peasant top and pulled her against him. Her shirt slid down and her father bit Marie’s bare shoulder as his shaft slid faster and faster into her. My fingers slid faster and faster across my clit. Marie started gasping as her father rode her, and I bit my lip so that I wouldn’t moan and give myself away. I’d never felt this kind of excitement before. It was like a whole new kind of sex for me, playing with myself while I watched my daughter being taken by an older man. I had to put my other hand between my legs so that I could stick three fingers inside, filling me up and mimicking what Marie’s slit was feeling.

Suddenly Kevin started to cum, a heavenly beginning to a chain reaction that took Marie and me with him. He moaned and his white-hot seed began flowing into Marie’s love tunnel. She closed her eyes and squealed, a long low mewl as another delightful orgasm swept her far away. My daughter’s lithe body shuddered as she was filled so full of hot sperm that I could see it spilling from between her legs. Kevin’s thrusts changed to the pulsing rhythm that he used when he was cumming, gradually slowing as each plunge into his little girl drained more of his cum from his manhood. 

I squirmed in my chair, my slit dripping mommy-cum down towards my ass in a steady stream. I pushed three fingers as far inside me far as they could be and tickled my clit with my other hand. I came with my daughter and her father, and just as hard. My slit sucked my fingers into me as if they were my husband’s sex, and I could feel my marvelous contractions as I came around them. Our merged ardor was enhanced by the erotic sharing of our three secrets. Theirs was that they were father and daughter cumming together, and mine was that I was cumming while I was watching them. 

I felt no guilt at all. It was obvious that they had enjoyed themselves tremendously, and if I could manage to keep from coming between them then they would have a long and fulfilling sexual relationship together, much as I did with my own father. Marie had just learned one of the biggest secrets of being a grown up. And while she didn’t know it just yet, the door to a whole world of possibilities had just opened for her. I knew this for a fact.

Kevin gave a last thrust and shoved himself into his daughter as far as he could be. It was over. Their cumming together slowly settled into that squishy after-cum lassitude, her slit oozing his white cream all over the both of them. Each of them was too exhausted and sated to want to move any more.

Kevin let go of Marie’s leg. She bent it and put her sock-covered foot on top of his thigh. That way she could keep her legs spread wide while she enjoyed the delicious sensation of having a man buried deep inside of her. My daughter reached down between her legs and fondled herself slowly, luxuriating in the afterglow of her exhausting introduction to the pleasures of a man. Kevin gently nuzzled her neck, sleepy with post-cum languor. My cumming trickled to a stop, and I knew that I’d remember this orgasm just as vividly as the one that my daddy had given me those many years ago.

I reluctantly withdrew my hands from between my legs. As much as I wanted to cuddle up and bask in the glow of their love, it was more important that I get out of Marie’s room so that I wouldn’t be caught. I wiped my sticky fingers off on my panties and pulled them on over my wet pussy. I pulled on my shorts and slipped my tennis shoes back on and then silently put the chair back where I’d found it. I resisted the urge to say ‘Thank You,’ but I vowed to remember what it was like to be in that position, with my legs high and wide and my pussy available. I knew that soon I’d be demonstrating the new use I’d discovered for a chair to my husband. I quietly returned to the door for one last look at the new lovers.

Marie was indeed her mother’s daughter, because she was circling her clit with her middle finger just as I had been doing moments before. Of course, hers was all covered with sticky white sperm. But what she did next surprised me. I watched wide-eyed as my daughter gathered a big dollop of her Daddy’s cum on her fingertips and brought it to her lips. She closed her eyes as she popped her fingers into her mouth, savoring her first taste of a man’s rich fluids. I had thought that I had been unseen behind the crack in the door, but I was wrong. As Marie slurped sperm off of her fingers, she looked straight at me from under her bangs. My daughter gave me a huge smile around her cum-soaked fingers, and then she winked at me.

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