8 comments/ 250278 views/ 9 favorites Happy Father's Day By: ali2teaseu It was still early morning as I snuck into daddy's room to give him his fathers’ day present. He lay there peacefully sleeping, snuggling with his pillow. I slipped off my sheer nightie as I slipped into the bed with daddy, the morning light barely breaking the horizon. I snuggled against daddy's back, my arm around his chest. My father's nude body felt warm and comforting against my own naked skin. My fingers gently stroked the hair on his chest and then began a slow trail downwards towards my father's morning hard on. My fingers caressed it softly and gently, as I felt his breathing quicken. Emboldened by his response, I grasped it more firmly and stroked him in my hand, just like I had jerked off my boyfriend the night before. His breathing became deeper and his eyes fluttered open. Still unsure how he'd react, I continued my stroking and offered a nervous "good morning daddy." His hips began to move, his cock fucking my little hand. He rolled over to face me. "Good morning princess." Laying there facing me, I continued to pleasure him with my hand, only now my love for my daddy made me kiss his sweet lips. It was wonderful, my father and I kissing as I slowly jerked him off. Then I felt his fingers in the folds of my pussy, exploring and teasing it. It was my turn to gasp. I was so aroused and so wet. "Oh daddy...." Then my father rolled me onto my back, our lips and tongues still engaged in an erotic dance. I then felt daddy's cock probing the entrance of my virgin pussy. "Are you ready princess?" "Yes daddy." With that, my father entered me slowly and sweetly, taking my virginity in an act of love. As the pain gave way to pleasure, daddy and I fucked as the morning sunrise filled the room. My legs wrapped around my daddy as his cock pumped my young pussy. Then, I felt a hot flash throughout, as my body gave into the most perfect orgasm. "Oh daddy…!" As if on cue, I felt my father shudder, his cock pulsing in my pussy, filling it with his cum. Clutching each other, our love turned to pleasure as we lie in an erotic tangle of limbs and fluids. "Happy fathers’ day, daddy." "Thank you princess." And we drifted back to sleep. Happy Father's Day I'm pretty lucky. I was able to go to college and get into a good, well-paying career that I've always found interesting. I found the ideal wife, she's pretty and sexy and loves to keep me a happy boy. I've never asked her for anything, blow jobs, hand jobs, sex, just whatever, she's always ahead of me. Perfect, right? I also get along with Tara's family, another good thing. Her mom, Myra, is a nice woman and her dad, Dean, has become quite a good friend. He and I talk about all sorts of things, sports, business, politics, even sex, and that's kind of where this story starts. I'd gotten up to get us a couple more beers one afternoon when we were out by our pool and when I came back out and sat down, he asked me, "Ben, um, kind of keep this under your hat, but, well, do you know where a guy might get a good blow job?" I looked at him, rather taken aback. "Don't get me wrong, okay, nothing's wrong at home particularly, it's just that Myra doesn't especially like to do it and, well, she really doesn't want to. And, well, we also don't have sex much, either, and I'm getting more and more in need." "Yeah, I can see how that might happen after a lot of years," I commiserated, "I guess it happens." "Well, it's just that I'd like some relief and I don't know how these things work anymore, you know, finding someone to do it, and thought maybe you might know." "Now you don't think I'm getting anything from anybody but Tara, do you?" I asked him. "Oh, no, I didn't mean that at all. Just that you might know how I could find somebody to do it. Being discreet, of course." "Well, let me think about it, Dean," I told him and our talk went to other things. Poor guy, I thought. I was glad my wife didn't inherit her mother's dislike of a hard cock in the mouth, in fact, Tara was a splendid cocksucker. She's told me that the first time she slid her lips down over a boy's dick she had an orgasm right then. And, from then on, she's just loved giving blow jobs. I've already told you she loves sex, we pretty much do it every night unless she has her period, then she sucks me but, heck, she sucks me anyway. Like I said, she loves it. Tara and I have done some playing with others, she even did a glory hole session once while I taped her taking cock after cock. She got herself off five times that afternoon. We've also been at a few parties, adult parties, where she'd be blindfolded and try to guess which guy it was she was sucking off while the rest of us all watched. And, yes, she was naked. And, she usually didn't guess correctly when it was my cock in her mouth. It was about three days later when I'd just come out of the shower when she came in to shower herself. As was normal, I'd given my cock a few soapy strokes then finished showering so when I was standing there, I was about half-hard. "What's this?" she said as she lifted it in her hand. "I think it's a cock that's in need of some lovin'," I said and she knelt down and took me in her mouth. As I stood there being sucked, the conversation with her father came back to me and, looking down, I thought, well, the best blow job I could ever arrange for him, was kneeling right before me sucking me off at that very moment. She leaned back, held my shaft and began licking circles around the crown as I laid my head back so enjoying every feeling. She varied the licking with slow sucks to the head as I felt myself getting nearer to cumming. As she sucked me, I had this mental image of her sucking her dad's cock and I know that the whole taboo eroticism of the idea caused me to cum before I normally would have. After I'd cum, she stood up and said, "You were really horny this morning. Didn't I fuck you good enough last night?" "Oh, hon, you fucked me as good as ever. Just some especially salacious thoughts in my head this morning." "Oh, and what are they?" "Mmm, just a guy that asked me if I could find him someone to give him a great blow job. I guess he never gets one at home." "And you thought I'd be just the one, right?" "The thought had occurred to me, yes." "And it's someone nice, someone I might like?" "Oh, I'm sure of that." "And he's not getting blown at home, poor puppy. So you want little wifey to suck his cum out for him." "Yeah, well, I'm sure he'd appreciate it." "I guess it's been a while since I've had a new cock in my mouth. So, maybe I'd do it." Well, we went about our day after that but it hadn't left my mind. It was two weeks before Father's Day and I'd told Dean I'd set something up with a woman I used to work with, true enough, Tara and I had met on the job, and that I would get a motel room for the Sunday after next, in the morning. I told Tara that I had the guy lined-up and that he didn't want the woman to know who he was so she would wear the usual blindfold. She was fine with that and it all looked good to go. I told Dean to come to the motel at ten in the morning and that I'd call him on his cell right before ten to tell him which room. I was to let him in, then he was to strip and put on a blindfold, then my friend would come out of the bathroom and suck him off. I also told him I was going to make a video of it, keeping it so no one's faces showed and he really seemed to like that idea. I regularly videoed Tara's exploits so she was expecting it. We got to the motel about nine-thirty and I got the key and we went down the side of the building and I opened the room. It was a bit stuffy so I turned on the air conditioner, set it to bring in outside air while Tara got undressed. I told her that neither one of them should speak while they were together and that I would tell them what to do if needed and would video the entire time so she could have a record of her sucking this grateful man. Then, I stepped outside and called my father and told him the room number. I got Tara into the bathroom and tied the blindfold securely around her head and went back into the room. There was a soft rap at the door and I let in Dean and had him strip. I soon saw that he was greatly anticipating the morning's activities, his cock was hard and swollen. I tied a blindfold on him as well, then moved him next to the wall. "I'm going to bring her out now. No more talking, okay?" and I opened the bathroom door and led my wife out by the hand. She followed my lead right to him, bumping into him. Her hand went down and took his cock, then she knelt down and slipped her mouth over him and began sucking him off while I videoed it, trying to keep her face out of the frame. I've been sucked by Tara countless times and each time is a whole new experience. She loves to give head and constantly searches the porn sites for blow job vids to see if someone has thought of something she hasn't. She has learned well and now her father is on the receiving end of all her avid scholarship. She is masterful at extracting cum from a man. I videoed her mouth, lips and tongue in closeup as she fellated her father, each of them totally unaware of the other's identity. He was groaning pretty much, I knew just how good she was and it seemed that she even backed off some so he might enjoy it longer, but, of course, in sucking a cock, the inevitable arrives and he arched forward and she began swallowing her father's semen as quickly as it spurted into her mouth. She sucked him a few more minutes, then stood up as his hands felt her breasts and she leaned forward to kiss him, tonguing his semen into his mouth as I knew she always loved to do. Neither said a word to each other, just as had been agreed before they came together. I led Tara back into the bathroom and told her I'd be right back, then went out and took off Dean's blindfold. "Well, was she good?" "Oh, Ben, I don't know where you found this woman but she is the best, the absolute best. It was the greatest. I guess I'd better be off, huh? See you later. Four o'clock, right?" he asked, referring to our Father's Day cookout later in the day. I confirmed it and he was soon dressed and left. Tara was dressed when I opened the bathroom door and we were soon in the car headed home. "Did he like it?" "Oh, he loved it, he said you were the best. Just the best," I told her as I reached over to squeeze her thigh. She spread open, moving my hand to her pussy which I rubbed all the way home. As soon as I poured us some coffee, I showed her the video. "That's pretty hot. Let's keep it, I'd like it on my computer. So, who's the lucky fellow?" "Any ideas?" I asked her not knowing how she might accept the news that she'd just sucked off her father. "Well, I think it might be an older man, older than you by some." "Good so far." "Nice cock, though, it was fun to suck but, you know me, I love them all, right?" "Would you do it again?" "Sure, you know me. He sure had a great orgasm, I love whenever a guy does, I love that throb in my mouth right as he starts cumming. Mmm. I'd like to do it again, get it out, Ben, I'll do you," she said and we quickly got out of our clothes and she knelt down, now for the second time that Sunday morning, to take a cock in her mouth to pleasure. I sat on a kitchen chair with Tara between my legs as she held my cock and began to lick and lap circles around the head, something she knows gets me wound-up pretty fast. Then, she took some sucks taking me almost all the way in her mouth, ending with sucking the head as her fingers circled my shaft jacking me up and down. It wasn't long before, just like her father earlier, I was cumming into Tara's mouth as she swallowed away. After we were dressed, I made a disc of the video and loaded it on Tara's laptop with some other adventures she's had, she and I, actually, and she watched this morning's blow job with great interest, trying to guess who it might be. I also made a copy for her dad and emailed it to him. "He's obviously an older guy, he doesn't shave around his cock and it looks like there might be a little gray hair blended in there." So, I let her try to work it out of me but I was not about to do that. Chapter 2 Later, her parents arrived and I'd fixed drinks all around and we'd all changed into swimming gear for our pool. We were all standing out back, drinks in our hands, everyone talking, when I noticed that Tara had grown quiet. I leaned to her and whispered, "You okay?" She looked up at me, squinting her eyes and said, very quietly, "I was just noticing the three moles, the big one and the two smaller ones on my dad's stomach." Oh, shit, I thought, those moles were pretty clearly visible on the video I took. Now what? "Can you help me in the kitchen?" she cooed sweetly and I followed her inside as she turned and asked, "Was that my dad this morning?" "Your dad? Geez, would that be a turnoff?" "Um, not exactly but I want to know." "It was." "Does he know? Know it was me?" "No." A smile went across her face, much to my relief. "Did you ever meet Deidre Marie Thomas, I went to high school with her?" "No, I don't think so," I told her glad that she didn't seem pissed off at me. "She told me once that she sucked her dad off every night. God, I was so jealous, I just wanted the same for me. Well, look what's happened. Bet you didn't know that, did you?" and she reached up and kissed me. "Now when I watch that tape I'll really get off from it knowing it was Dad." Amazing, truly amazing. I guess I'll just never really fully know my wife, she just continues to show me new sides of her wonderful self. We went back outside and the change was subtle but I'm long used to observing Tara and she seemed more, well, a little more touchy-feely with her dad. Later, after we ate, Dean came over to me and asked, "Um, do you think you could set me up again with that woman from this morning? Maybe in a few weeks, you know, when I might need servicing again? I'd be happy to pay whatever she wants. That was some video, by the way. She's got a beautiful body." "I can check with her and let you know. I don't know that she accepts money but I'll ask," I told him and he added, "She was phenomenal, I just never knew a woman could be that good." "Oh, this one is, she's proud of her skills and it shows." He agreed and we changed the subject. Later, in bed, after some super-sex with Tara, I really think this whole thing with her dad had turned her on, I told her that he had asked me to set up a second session. "He even offered to pay whatever you wanted," I told her. She laughed, saying, "Why break a perfect record of doing it for free. But he liked it, huh?" "Oh, he loved it, hon. What guy wouldn't?" "Yeah, well, I am good. Little does Daddy know it was his sweet little daughter sucking down his cum this morning. God, this all makes me so horny," she said and rolled me on my back straddling me as she pushed down, driving me up into her for another wonderful fuck. As we lay there, totally spent, she asked, "What would you think if I just offered my dad sex whenever he wanted?" "I guess I wouldn't mind, I mean, I don't see it as threatening or anything like that. And, you said you always wanted to suck him off. Now you have and, well, I know that he'd love more." "But, how do you think he'd take it?" "Hard to say. Maybe I can think of a way to find that out?" She agreed and the next day, I called Dean and the first thing he said was, "Ben, tell me the truth, was that Tara? I've been looking at the video you sent me and, well, the shape of her ear with that little notch on the lobe, well?" I laughed, asking, "Would that be the worst thing possible if it were?" "Now don't take this the wrong way, Ben, but, well, your wife, my daughter, is one of the sexiest women I've ever known, something I'm sure you'd agree with. I personally think it would be quite wonderful if it was Tara." "You mean you've maybe had sexy thoughts about your daughter?" "Ben, you get to see her naked all the time, I'm sure. So, what man wouldn't have sexy thoughts about her, she's just a super-sexy woman. If it was her, well, you are such a lucky man. And, I am as well. At least once. Well, was it her?" "It was." "God, she gives a stunning blow job, Ben." "That she does. She wants to know if you'd like another?" "Another, a second one? Are you kidding?" I told him I wasn't and that I would arrange it. So, I told Tara and she said she'd call her dad and set it up. Well, a week or so went by and I asked her if anything had happened yet. "Oh, yeah, well, it did. Last Thursday, I left work early and went to Mom and Dad's house to meet him. Mom was away for the day at my Aunt Meg's." "So, he got his blow job?" "Um, no, not really," she said coyly. "Okay, tell me what happened, this sounds interesting." "This time, of course, we both knew who each other was and we could see each other when we got naked and, well, things went further than a blow job." "You fucked your dad?" "It was quite nice, actually, lots sexier than I would have thought. I assume you're not mad, after all we've both had fun both on our own and together before." I wasn't angry, not in the least, and I told her so. "I think we should have your dad over so the both of us could have our way with you. Bet you'd like that, huh?" "Even better, I think I'd just love that. Maybe we could do a whole day like that, that I would really love." "I can talk with your dad and see what we might be able to do," I told her and she gave me a fucking I'd remember for a while after that. I did talk with Tara's dad and he told me that Myra was going to visit an old college friend she'd recently found again for the weekend after next. So, that was the date. Tara was also talking with her dad a lot, mostly phone sex while they both masturbated and she kept teasing him that his day was coming, a whole two days to have sex with her with me adding in my share. Well, the day finally did come and right after Myra drove off to go see her friend, Dean got in his car and drove to our house. Tara was ready, she'd showered and shaved and primped herself, smelling lovely as she pulled on a pair of thigh-high black stockings to greet her father in. As soon as he drove into the driveway, she was positioned behind the front door, beautifully naked except for her long stockings and high heels. As his footsteps sounded on the porch, she swung the door open to an open-jawed and very happy looking father. "Omigod, look at you. You are so beautiful, Tara, just stunning," he gasped as she closed the door behind him and took him in her arms. They stood there kissing as I watched their hands caressing one another and soon she was leading him back to our bedroom as I followed. She began undressing her dad, kissing where he was being uncovered and, finally, as she lowered his briefs, she kissed the tip of his hardened cock and slid her lips over it. His eyes were closed as she began sucking him while I finished taking my clothes off. She sucked him a minute more then stood up and led him to our bed and they got in. I went to the other side and joined them as they kissed and groped one another. "Are you ready to fuck me, Daddy," I heard her coo in her sultriest voice as she rolled back and spread open. He got up between her legs, looked down and told her, "I'd like to start by giving you oral, honey," and dropped down as she raised her legs onto his shoulders. While he was licking and tonguing Tara, I was playing with her boobs and giving them sucks while she gripped my cock. "Mmm, my Daddy knows how to make me feel good, just like you do, Ben," she said as she gave me a squeeze. "He's good, mmm, really good," she moaned softly. Dean kept licking and tonguing her as she squirmed around moaning softly, a sure sign that he was giving her exactly what she wanted. I moved my head up and kissed her, tonguing her mouth so that one of us was on each end with our tongues in her. There were shivers as I kissed her, surely coming from the kissing she was getting between her legs, something I'd done countless times, something she'd always loved immensely. And soon she was shuddering and groaning through a strong and vibrant orgasm. Her father lost little time getting up and pushing his cock into her before she'd quite recovered from her climax, it seemed that he wanted to keep her going. His hands and my lips were on her boobs as she lay there spread open as he moved back and forth. Her hand was down rubbing her clit but also along where they were connected together, where he was sliding in and out so slowly, her fingers were moving along his shaft right where it went inside her. "Mmm, oh, this is so good, both the men I love the most, mmm," she moaned as we pleasured her on and on. "I'm getting close, it just feels so good," Dean moaned as he moved back and forth, then he let out a deep groan and pushed hard into her as Tara shook her hips while he cummed. "Oh, wow, so good, so good." "Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad I made you happy again. I love sex with you, Daddy, and your cum inside me like this." He pulled out of her and asked me to take over which I was happy to do. I got between her legs and slid right down into her slippery pussy to begin fucking her. She was so wet and lubricated by her father's cum that I could take it all the way out and part her open entering her each time with a new stroke. It was how we loved to fuck when she was especially wet and open. "That feels so good, hon, just keep doing it while I suck Daddy," she purred as Dean moved up to put his cock within range of her mouth. She took him in as I saw him close his eyes in pure pleasure. I know, I've been there in her soft, warm mouth many, many times. Happy Father's Day She sucked her dad as I fucked her, I knew from times before with some others we'd had sex with that she loves sucking and fucking at the same time. She's told me it's her two favorite activities. She was spread open as wide as she could go, something I knew meant she was super-horny and I slid my swollen cock straight down into her over and over and over. Then, hearing whimpers from her, I knew she was close again so I went a little faster and pushed harder and held myself deeply inside, knowing that would get her off. Her dad and I'd been making love to her for less than twenty minutes and we had her through her second orgasm. One thing her dad had done was to bring a supply of those pills you see on the ads during the evening news programs and I've got to say, they made a difference. Not just with her father but with me. I could tell and so could Tara. She wants me now to get some of my own. I told you she loves sex and, well, it did give me a cock like I had when I was eighteen and is Tara pleased with that. So Dean and I kept Tara in bed for most of the weekend, taking turns with her, giving her the loving that she so adores. That was how I began sharing my wife with her father. And it all began on Father's Day. Happy Father's Day She had been planning this day for quite some time. She had been dreaming of this day for years. Now was truth time. For better or for worse, she was going to find out if he really felt the same way she did. Grace had turned 18 a few months ago. She had recently graduated high school and was waiting for the new semester of classes to start at her college. This was her chance to have fun. At least that's what everyone said. Yet she wasn't a girl who was into parties, drinking, or running around with boys. She had an appreciation for the finer things in life, more mature tastes, and a classicist nature. She felt like her peers were wasting time on foolish nonsense that she just didn't find entertaining. Most of Grace's early start to summer had been spent at home, enjoying good books, prepping for college and taking care of her dad. They lived alone, as her mom had split when she was only two years old. Her dad worked long hours to support them and to give her the comfortable lifestyle she had appreciated for so many years. She never asked for silly things like purses and shoes like her girlfriends at school and her daddy never told her no. She was his princess and he treated her as such. In return, she took care of him. She always had dinner on the table when he returned from work, she helped with his laundry and chores around the house, and she always provided a listening ear if he had a bad day at work, irritating clients or often times, good news to share. They made a great team and they had been through a lot together. Her graduation had been bittersweet in that it was the day they had been working toward for years but it also meant she would soon be saying goodbye. Grace never had a serious boyfriend, despite her natural beauty, brains and fun personality. She'd dated a few guys but nothing ever went far past a first date. None of them ever quite measured up to her standard and how could they? They were still boys and she needed a man. In fact, there was one man in particular who Grace had fantasized about for so long. They say girls always go after a man like their father. That may be true but as for Grace, she didn't want a man like her father; she wanted her daddy. He was tall, but not too tall for her short stature, strong and masculine with a handsome face, but a cute boyish softness that she found very attractive. She saw the way other women looked at him in public. He even seemed to be getting better looking as he aged, although he was quite young to have a now-adult daughter. He had fathered her when he was 18. He was also an intelligent man. A stern-faced prosecutor with a reputation for never losing a case, he was the youngest person to ever be appointed lead prosecutor in this district and he had worked his way through college and law school while raising a child. He did not let anything stop him from reaching his goals and he always protected and provided for his little girl. He wanted her to have everything she ever needed and wanted. Despite his serious, taciturn nature at work, he was very warm and loving in his home life. Grace saw this side of her dad more than anyone. It was a side of him he reserved especially for her. He laughed with her, he played games with her, he nurtured her through the years as she grew into a beautiful young woman. He was her first love, and quite possibly her only love. She knew it sounded crazy. She knew it was wrong but the intense feelings of need and desire she had for her father were not easily quenched. Now that she suspected he felt the same, she had to find out. She could not leave for college without knowing if her dad felt the same way for her. Some years back, as Grace was going through puberty and discovering herself, she found her sexual curiosity growing. This was also when she first started to understand the feelings of arousal she would now get when sitting on Daddy's lap, or when the side of his hand slightly grazed her budding breasts as he embraced her. As she matured into a woman and discovered herself, she learned more of what she liked. She knew how to pleasure herself but the one thing that really got her excited was thoughts of her dad. In fact, the only way she'd ever been able to orgasm was from thinking of her father. A few months back, she grew curious about how her dad had never had a girlfriend. In fact, she'd never even known him to go on a date. He said he simply didn't have the time for a relationship, with his career and being a single dad but she always wondered if there was more to it. One day when her dad was at the office, she snooped around his room and noticed a pattern in his pornography preferences: he liked large, natural breasts and unshaven pubic regions. Her double D's had filled out very nicely in her teens, especially on her petite frame and she had thought she had seen her dad stare from time to time, especially when she didn't wear a bra around the house and they jiggled underneath her shirt. So she decided to stop shaving too. Grace wasn't even sure why she shaved down there in the first place. It was something all the girls at school did, although no one knew exactly why. "Blame it on porn culture," her friend Tammy had said once, whatever that meant. Grace didn't need society to tell her how to decorate her vagina so she ditched the razor and started to go natural. At first the new growth was really itchy but she quickly adjusted to it. Her thick, dark pubes had grown in really nicely. She liked running her fingers through it, especially at night while lying naked in bed. It was soothing and she often fell asleep this way. She wondered what her dad would think of her new mature, hairy body. She wondered what it would feel like to have his fingers running through her pubic hair... Fast forward to today and while nervous, she was very excited. Tomorrow was Father's Day and she had plans for a very special gift for her daddy. He had gone into the office for a partial day today, preparing for a big case, and she had planned his favorite meal for dinner. She was wearing a dress that accentuated her large bosom and quite purposefully, nothing underneath. As insane as this all sounded, she was going to seduce her daddy. ****** When her father got home from work, their evening began as many in the past have. He praised her for a delicious dinner and her thoughtfulness and she listened to stories of his day, her eyes lighting up when he called her his "good girl". Oh, how she loved being daddy's good girl! After an enjoyable dinner, they cleaned up together, as had been their routine for years. Her father commented on how lovely she looked tonight and inquired about the "special occasion". "I just wanted to look nice for you, Daddy," she replied. "You always look beautiful, Gracie." Her father beamed. They retired to the living room for some after-dinner conversation where they spoke of plans for the week, her upcoming campus tour and other inconsequential topics. She loved how easily the flow of conversation always was and how it didn't matter what they talked about, she never got bored. As the evening wore on, they laughed and she snuggled close to her dad on the couch, often moving her legs in such a way so as to allow a full glimpse up her dress and of her hairy snatch. A couple of times she thought she saw him looking. She ran her hand over his manly chest as they cuddled on the couch and she remembered that one time a year or so ago when they had kissed. Sure, her daddy had kissed her many times growing up but this was different. This was a slow, tender kiss on the lips. They had been snuggling just like this and she looked up and into her daddy's soulful eyes. She moved up to kiss him just as he was leaning down to do the same and their lips locked, briefly at first but then she closed her eyes, smelling her dad's masculine scent and enjoying the lingering feeling of his warm lips to hers. Neither pulled away for some time and it was the most beautiful, magical kiss she had ever had. Afterward, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in her daddy's pants. She wanted this to happen again and she suspected her dad shared this same desire. Knowing her father was a practical man, she decided to take a direct approach. "Daddy," she began. "Do you remember that time we kissed?" "I kiss you every day, Gracie," her father replied. "Yes Dad," she continued, determined to make her move for better or for worse. "But I am referring to a specific time, about a year ago. This kiss was different. This was..." She trailed off, unsure of how to proceed and starting to feel a bit nervous about the whole thing. "An adult kiss," her father finished for her. "Yes!" Grace agreed, relieved he had come to her aid, and also that he remembered. "I liked that very much," she said, leaning in close and looking deep into her father's dark eyes. He paused for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts on the matter before adding, "So did I, Gracie, so did I." In that moment, she leaned in and kissed him right on the mouth. He returned her kiss, softly at first, then parting his lips and breathing more deeply. She kissed him urgently, her tongue exploring his open mouth. He returned with the same and she knew. She could feel it. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. As their makeout session came to a brief pause, she confessed, "Daddy, I have dreamed of this for so long. I have wanted this... and so much more." "So have I, princess." "Really?" she inquired. Now it was her father's turn for confessions. "Yes, baby. I see the beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman you have grown into and I want you more than I could ever express. I am so proud of you and I love you more than anything in this world. I want to show you how much I love you." He looked deep into her eyes that favored his and then he kissed her again. As she returned his kisses, she grabbed his hand in hers and moved it over one of her breasts. "Are you sure you want this, princess?" He asked tentatively. "Play with my tits, Daddy!" She begged. Her dad always gave Grace what she wanted. He took a large, soft breast into his hand and began to massage it, gently at first, then more eagerly. His kisses roamed down to her neck as she moaned with pleasure. His other hand came up to grope her other breast and now with both of his daughter's big tits in his hands he kissed her neck and the front of her chest. "Yes, Daddy! I love you Daddy!" She wiggled and writhed beneath him on the couch as he squeezed her breasts and tweaked her firm, rubbery nipples. "I love my sweet princess, my good girl," he said as his lips made their way down to her breast. "Does my good girl want me to suck on her nipples?" Grace nodded, about to burst with excitement as her father took her left breast into his mouth, suckling, kissing and licking tenderly. She moaned and arched her back and as he sucked from her Double Ds, her hand slid up her dress ever so slightly. This did not go unnoticed by her father. "Do you want to touch yourself, Princess?" he asked. She nodded and whimpered. "Be a good girl and touch your hairy pussy for Daddy. I love how hairy your sweet little pussy is now, baby." Pleased that her father had noticed her efforts and excited by his words and his suckling, Grace reached under her dress and began playing with her already-wet pussy. "Good girl," her father cooed, still sucking on her breasts, flicking his tongue over her hard nipple. Encouraged by this words, she fingered her sopping snatch and rubbed her clit that was peeking out of its hood in her excitement. Grace had never been so aroused before. This was really happening! This was it; her fantasy come true. She rubbed her swollen clit more as her dad nursed from her large, soft breasts, moaning as he did. She needed more. "Dad?" Grace asked, still fingering herself. Her dad pulled his lips off her breast long enough to reply, "Yes, Princess?" "I want you to lick me." She had said those words in her head so many times. In her fantasy, her father had willingly obliged. Her dad grinned wide, sliding down a bit on the couch and leaning in close to where Grace had her fingers in her hairy mound. He took a deep, long breath, inhaling her scent. "You want Daddy to lick your pretty pussy?" She tightened and tingled with those words. "Oh, yes! Yes, I do." He leaned in and blew hot breath on her pink pearl. "You want your dad to eat your delicious cunt?" She couldn't hold back from these words. Her pelvis lifted off the couch as she cried out, "Yes Daddy, please! Eat my pussy!" Without hesitation, he devoured her magnificent muff, licking and sucking her labia, blowing on her clit, inserting the tip of his tongue in her vagina... this felt amazing! She had never felt anything like this before. She squirmed and moaned beneath her father, letting herself go to the desire she had held onto for so long. "Daddy, I'm going to cum!" He didn't stop. Impassioned by those words, he ate her snatch more fervently. She could feel the orgasm building, she knew she was going over the edge at any second. Her strong, handsome dad was eating her out... "Yes, Daddy!" She screamed as her back arched and her pussy tightened, cumming hard right into her daddy's mouth where he lapped like a hungry kitten. He swallowed all of her delicious juices and as she looked down at her father, his mouth around her throbbing clit, his dark eyes looking back at her with wanting, she knew there would never be another man for her. As her body shook from the most amazing orgasm of her life, she reached down to touch her father's head. "Daddy," she whispered. "I need you to fuck me now." These were words she had whispered in her fantasies so many times. This time, her dreams were coming true. She looked deep into his eyes, so much like her own, and he knew she was certain. He slid up, their warm bodies touching, bare skin to bare skin, and in one swift motion, he entered her, his large cock gliding easily into her wet cunt. She moaned and her father grunted, pumping into her faster now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his back, pushing him deeper inside her. Now it was her father's turn to groan. He didn't close his eyes. He continued gazing into hers, making this moment even more intense. She squeezed her pussy around his fat cock. "Princess, you're so tight," he moaned. Their breathing increased as they each fell into a rhythm together, rocking on the couch, her father inside of her, as she had dreamed of many times. Her moans grew louder as he brought her close to the edge again. She could feel his thick cock swelling inside her. His hot breath on her neck only built her excitement more. "Fuck me, Daddy." She felt his dick throb as she said those words. She said it again, louder this time. "Fuck me, Daddy!" He swelled more as her tight cunt squeezed his cock. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little girl so hard!" Grace's father let out a guttural groan and in a low, deep voice muttered, "Yes, I'm fucking my princess. I'm gonna make you a woman tonight, sweetie!" "Yes, yes! I need Daddy's dick," she cried, humping back with wanton urgency. "Gonna cum on Daddy's dick!" Sweat dripped from them both and he kissed and licked the delicate skin of her neck, pumping her pussy hard. She felt him swelling inside, she saw the lust in his eyes and she knew they were about to cum together. "Come inside me, Daddy!" She begged. "Gonna fill you up, Princess." She clawed at his back as he shot off inside her, firing hot sperm deep inside her womb, splashing her walls with his seed. Her vaginal walls squeezed his massive cock as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her. Tears welled in her eyes from the intense pleasure of it all. Her father moaned loudly and his eyes looked misty, too. As they shook with pleasure, he wrapped his strong arms around her whispering, "Daddy loves his good girl." Smiling big, she replied, "I love you, Daddy. Happy Father's Day." They lay together naked as the mingling of their love juices seeped out of her hairy snatch. This was only the beginning of a new stage in their relationship. Happy Father's Day, Honey I remember falling asleep the night before thinking how nice it would be to be lazy and pampered the next day, which was Father's Day, and looking forward to a few small gifts from my wife and my three daughters, and wondering if my son would come back from college for a visit. When I awoke I felt confused. I was a little disoriented at first, thinking I must have drunk more wine with my Wife before going to bed than I'd thought. And I was feeling really good, but there was a hint of alarm in it. Then I realized that I was bound and blindfolded. Instinctively, I struggled, taking note as I did that the blindfold was really tight, and that my ears were stuffed with cotton, just slightly itchy and muting all sound. Like the audio equivalent of fog, soft music (r&b, my Wife's preference) could be heard mixing with, and masking girlish laughing, giggling, and speech. But of course I couldn't make out much, who was speaking, what they were saying, or how many voices there were. But I could feel that there were many hands on me, many lips moving over my body, kissing. A few moments after I started to struggle, and about to calm down anyhow, I heard my Wife's muffled voice close to my ear. "Shh... easy lover," she said, "just relax. You know I always give you a special Father's Day present. This year I decided to make it extra special and get some ladies I know to help... just lay back and enjoy it, OK?" It was true. Every Father's day at some point I got a "special" present from my Wife of the sort of thing that made me a father in the first place. An extra aggressive, extra submissive, extra satisfying, do anything to please me kind of work out that was a bit different from the more mutual and standard exercises we normally got up to. But the rest of the time my Wife was fairly tame in the bedroom, and I had even begun to suspect that her libido was slipping. So I was shocked that she would even consider bringing any of her lady friends to the bedroom – shocked, and very pleased! As I lay there enjoying the feel of roaming female fingers and lips, I found myself very excited by the prospect of any of my Wife's lovely MILF gal pals, whichever ones they were, naked in my bedroom and kissing and feeling all over me as they were. I wondered which of her friends she had invited, idly at first, but as their kissing began to include licking, and stroking became grasping, and they stopped avoiding my most intimate areas, I found myself desperately wanting to know. I tried to peek under the hem of the blindfold, but it was no good. I strained to make out voices, but couldn't through the gentle cacophony. It was no good. Then, as if to affirm my suspicions about the rules to the game we were playing, my Wife again whispered in my ear, "It's no use trying to figure it out... from now on whenever my friends call on the phone, or are over with their families for dinner or holidays, you'll have to wonder... did I fuck her? Did I fuck her? You'll never know if it was Janet, or Susan, or my Sister Sarah... But it will always be possible, possible that you did, indeed, fuck them – whenever my friends come around." I groaned, and there was a chorus of muffled, girlish giggles in response. Then, a mouth engulfed me in a single gulp, and I gasped. It was my Wife, I knew at least in this case, from her technique. But then the pussy that rested itself on my face a moment later, trimmed neatly but hairy, firm fleshed and springy on my tongue, and the freshest tasting I'd ever sampled, could have belonged to any of her friends. Dutifully, hell, voraciously I licked the sweet snatch as my Wife's head bobbed in her tried & tested rhythm designed to keep me on the edge. Jesus, I thought, as I lapped away at the fine, unusually nice pussy at my face, feeling small feminine fingers slide through and then grip at my hair, almost painfully, please Jesus, please: let me fuck this pussy before this is through. A few minutes later my prayer was answered, as my Wife pulled off my cock with a pop I barely heard through the cotton in my ears, and the spit slimed spear was gripped in one of the same feminine hands that had been in my hair, and the pussy at my face pulled away. I felt the woman scoot down over me, briefly feeling nice, firm, full breasts with long, hard nipples drag across my chest. Then I was nestled into position, and felt her push back. She was really wet from the licking she had taken and her sweet, fresh juices, and I slid into her easily. I must've had her really hot from licking because I wasn't even halfway in when she quivered in a mini orgasm, her pussy clamping incredibly tightly onto me. Then, when she recovered, she worked me the rest of the way in. With great, energetic technique she worked her ass up and down, and I could feel smooth, strong thighs gripping my legs as she popped her hips to force me in and out of her at a real breakneck pace. It was clear that this friend of my Wife's, at least, didn't suffer from any middle aged malaise in the bedroom like my Wife did. I felt like I was being fucked by a college coed on speed! It didn't take long of this for me to cum, though before I did the over sensitized gal on me came twice more. The last time was really as I came, and when it was over for both of us she lay on me, heaving, her firm breasts centered on my chest. What a wonderful chest this woman had! She must've been wearing a super support bra to bed most of her life to still have firmness and shape like that at our ages. But I imagined maybe my wife's coworker Betty, or our neighbor Evelyn, who were both about the right size, could have been that firm under their shirts, I supposed. I'd never asked them, of course, if they sagged without the bra – though like any man would, I'd wondered. Now I wondered which of them it was that didn't – and had just fucked me as well as I'd ever had it. In fact, she was so exhausted and shaky that the other ladies had to help her up, and I thought, "so all that energy comes at a cost." But what I said was, "that was fantastic, thank you." To my surprise, she kissed me in reply. It was kind of weird – having just fucked me, I'd have expected something more, but her kiss was chaste. Sure, it was on the lips, but it was just an affectionate, friendly kiss – without much passion at all. Then again, I reasoned, she was most likely some other guy's wife. I was given a few minutes to recover, and then I felt a single pair of hands caressing me. Aha, I thought, next! The mystery gal of the moment slid over me revealing a petite build that made me think maybe it was my wife's small friend Brenda, or maybe Hillary, my best friend's wife who got along with my wife OK. Either one of them might have had the right build, though I hadn't thought either of them were that fit. I could clearly feel a firm core, even ab muscles on this woman. Still, I hadn't seen either in a while... whichever of them it was might have joined a gym or something. I made a mental note to check that out. Then she was sucking me. At first she was a little clumsy, like maybe she didn't do it much, but then she got a rhythm going and was doing it pretty well. I wondered if Brenda's husband didn't like oral – I knew for sure that Jim did – he always bragged about how good Hillary was. But then again, in high school he bragged he'd jammed on the guitar with Keith Richards – which turned out to be a lie (but a good enough one to get his future wife to go out with him). I decided to see if I could get him drunk that weekend and slip him up. In a funny way, something about the eagerness, but inexperience the petite woman sucking happily away on my cock exhibited, especially obvious because without my hearing or sight, my other senses were becoming very strong – causing the pleasure I was feeling to amplify, was extra hot. I wasn't sure if it was just because I was more sensitive than usual, or something more primal. But it was great! I was getting really close to cumming when she stopped sucking me, and I waved my cock around in the air as I thrust my hips and struggled in frustration. But it was no use, so I flopped my ass back onto the bed. A moment later, I felt the same Petite girl climb up on me and begin to position herself for a fuck. I was surprised to feel, as my cockhead was dragged along her mound, very sparse hair, and no stubble. I remembered hearing somewhere that Asian women had very sparse pubes, and rarely shaved – and I wondered if possibly this could be the cute college girl I had commented about at the mall the month before, as she worked behind the counter in the food court, at the Dragon Wok. Could my Wife have actually gone back to talk to the girl, to tell her how she'd affected me, and recruit her for this? I found myself experiencing a lurch of excitement at the possibility. Then she was pushing back and taking me inside. This one was in reverse cowgirl position, and holding my ankles as she pressed back. She had a really, really tight pussy and firm lips, even more so than the first girl. Asian men were supposed to have small cocks, right? Maybe that's why she was so tight, I thought, feeling almost sure I'd figured it out. I wondered about the look on my Wife's face when I guessed it, and decided to save it for later when I could actually see it. In the meantime, I intended to fully enjoy this. The girl was slow getting started, and a little clumsy during the whole fuck, but after a bit she got going almost as good as the first girl. Actually, she fucked me so aggressively that I was beginning to feel mild chest pains. But I shrugged them off – what a way to go anyhow! She didn't take long to cum, which surprised me, but then I figured I must've been bigger than any of the Asian men she must have dated. No sooner did I think that than I rebuked myself for having been a little racist, and even as she was giving herself to me so intimately and nicely. But still, said a little voice in the back of my mind, it's probably true. To my surprise this girl climbed off right after cumming. Once again I was near my breaking point, and she didn't finish me. Oh well, I thought, whoever's next – saddle up! Just then, I felt the cotton pulled out of my right ear. The room was dead quiet, and I realized the ladies were running silent, and then my Wife spoke up clear as a bell. "This next present is a really special Father's Day present, sweetie. The next girl, and she's last too, by the way (until later tonight, Baby – I'm all yours, then)... Anyway, she's a virgin." I was shocked. A virgin? Could any of the women my wife knew be virgins? Holy crap, I thought, it could be Virginia – she was shy and plain enough to be a virgin, I supposed, and she was still single. But then, I kind of hoped not. Frankly, Virginia was kind of ugly... Still, a virgin would be nice... "Don't worry," my Wife said, proving once again she could damn near read my mind after all these years of marriage, "it's not Virginia..." At that there was a short burst of giggles, which stopped abruptly. "Actually, she's the daughter of one of the women here," she said cryptically. "You have met her, though I doubt you'd guess who she is. And I also doubt you'd have guessed that she always thought you were hot, and wanted to lose her virginity to you. Well, she had a talk with her Mother about it, and here we are. This whole thing was her idea – so say 'Thank You'." "Thanks", I said with a grin. Already, before the mystery virgin had even touched me, I was wondering who she was. And thinking about all the young beauties who would be old enough among the daughters of my Wife's friends, I wondered which it could be. Frankly, the way things are today, I was surprised any of them might be Virgins. But apparently one was at least – though not for long. I felt my cock hardening even more, into a bar of titanium damn near, just at the thought that I was at long last going to finally pop a cherry! What a great Father's day present this was! Could it have been the daughter of Julie & Steve from my Wife's home town? She was still a senior in High School, and had recently turned 18. Or could it have been that girl Kelly, who was Karen's daughter and taking a year off before she went to college? And of course that opened the possibility that either Julie or Karen were also in the room, and had recently fucked me. My brow furrowed. Neither was Asian or petite, and neither had very big boobs, so I didn't think it could have been them... But of course it was fruitless guessing, there were dozens of gals total among the daughters of my Wife's friends it could have been. Whichever it was, I couldn't wait! I'd never actually deflowered a virgin before and found the prospect very exciting, as my Wife no doubt knew when she set this up. I wondered what it would feel like... Soon enough, I'd know. Then the cotton was stuffed back into my ear, and a moment later I felt a very petite girl climb onto me. I knew she was skinny before she even touched me because her weight barely shifted the bed. A barely legal high school hottie, I thought excitedly, she had to be! To my surprise, she didn't just climb on like the other girls, but she started by giving me a kiss on the cheek. A kiss on the cheek? For the guy who's about to pop your cherry? Give her a break, said my subconscious, the poor girl's nervous. Then another kiss, also a chaste one, was placed on my lips. Aha, I thought, remembering the similar kiss of the first woman. They're just honoring my Wife's wishes, her limits on what they can do with me. I could just hear her telling them, "fuck him all you like, but don't kiss him like a lover, that's only for me. If you really want to kiss him, kiss him like a friend because that's all he is to you." Still, who really knew? Then, the kissing turned hot. So much for that theory – or perhaps as the Virgin, she had an exception to the rule? And she pressed to me, letting me feel that she was almost as fit as the other two, though she had a little more softness to her, and even more petite than the girl I'd thought might be the Asian coed. She had small tits, A cuppers, maybe small B's, and they were firm with desire, their nipples practically hot and so hard they felt like pebbles against my chest. Her hair was long and loose, and I found myself wondering what color it was. I kissed her with reckless abandon, looking forward to fucking whomever this barely legal beauty who'd apparently fantasized about me for some time was. "Fuck me" she said in a youthful, but husky voice, loudly enough beside my ear for me to barely make it out. It was the only time any of them had said anything besides my Wife, other than giggles, moans, and groans. Then I sort of heard what I thought was, "I'm ready." Then she was off me, then back on. She assumed the cowgirl position as I felt another hand, not my Wife's, positioning me against the young woman's virginal opening. It was totally hairless and smooth, and I realized the girl must have had a special trip to the salon the day before to get her ready like that, because she was clearly waxed and not shaved. I was pushed and pulled, wiggled and wiped until I felt the head snap into the right spot. Already, I could tell that this girl was going to be tighter than any pussy I'd ever experienced. I gritted my teeth and braced myself, not sure if it would hurt a little, and not sure if I could handle it if it didn't. Slowly, agonizingly, the girl lowered herself, the hand feeding me into her in small bites. I felt a bump at my head and realized it was my Wife's crotch as she straddled the pillow above my head, guiding the first timer (and, If I knew my Wife, kissing her). "Oh my God," I vocalized as the tight, tight ring of her cunt slowly stretched itself over my cock, making me feel like I had my penis wrapped in a rubber band near the bottom, though it was all velvety, warm wonderfulness above. Spasmodically the girl clutched me with her channel, gripping and squeezing me with inexperienced muscles that were trying like hell to get used to their first invader. I grunted, and gave a slight push with my hips to signal her to take more of me in her... I needed desperately to be deeper, to feel at last her maidenhead at my crown, to know at last what it felt like. And then I felt it, a barrier with a little give, but which she flinched slightly and raised up a bit as soon as I touched it. Then she pulled up a few inches, and I imagined my Wife's hands on her shoulders ready to force her down if she hesitated, and the other woman's hands on her hips. I knew the thrust was imminent, and I steeled myself for it, ready to lunge as best I could from where I lay tied and helpless on the bed. Ready to make her cherry popping as painless, and then as pleasurable, as I could. Bam! Suddenly her pelvis crashed into mine, and only a few milliseconds after did my mind register the feeling of her maidenhood splitting and ripping away on my probing prod. She was squeezing wildly and I had to will myself not to cum – I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my stomach muscles in the effort to hold it back, and I was barely successful. Then she began to move, and I did my best to move with her. I felt her hands pressing my chest then, and she began to work her hips in little circles. I felt her long hair cascading into my face, and then she was pressed to me, her face snuggled into my neck. She was breathing hard and moaning, and every little movement either of us made produced a hot, sexy sounding gasp I might not have heard through the cotton were she not so close to my ear. It was all too much for me, and I desperately wanted to give this girl, whoever she was, a proper first time fucking, so I called out to the room of women, "untie me for God's sake! I swear to Heaven I won't take off the blindfold!" The girl froze, and then sat up. There was a whispered conversation I barely made out, but couldn't understand more than a few words of, and then the girl lay back down on me. A moment later, I felt her leaning one direction untying one of my hands, and another of them untying the other, and two others untying my feet. As soon as I was free I rolled the girl over, staying in her, until I was missionary on top of her. She groaned deeply as I did, locking lips with me with a passion I'd never felt before from someone I hadn't been lovers with for a much longer time. I began fucking her with firm, steady thrusts at a rhythm that built up speed until she was screaming so loudly in my ear that I was grateful for the cotton wads. Her legs wrapped round my hips tightly, her small heels digging into my ass cheeks and her ankles locking to hold me in. Her small breasts heaved against me, pressing hard and dragging those long nipples, hard like bolt heads sticking out from a board, across my chest, one grazing my own hard nipple tantalizingly. She went to town kissing my neck and gripping my left bicep and my right wrist in a death hold, as her crotch rose and fell in rhythm with my thrusts. The girl may have been a virgin, but she was a natural! Soon, too soon, I felt I was about to lose it. I must've been showing signs of it too, because I felt my wife's hand snake between us and begin to work the young woman's clit. It had the desired effect, and soon the girl was shuddering as her orgasm built. "Oh... Oh GOD!" she screamed and then went rigid underneath me, squeezing my cock so hard within her it was painful for a moment. That was all I needed – and I was gone. It was the best orgasm I could remember. My mind fogged up and my eyes felt as though they would pop like overfilled balloons. I felt quite suddenly like there was cotton stuffed in my mouth as well as my ears, and I was panting for breath. My balls pulled themselves up so tight to me that I felt the eggs ache a little inside their sack, and my cock flexed so hard the tendon felt stretched, and then I felt my cum burst forth! Happy Father's Day, Honey It was burning hot as it streamed through the tunnel that ran along the underside of my penis, and it throbbed as it released each jet. My whole body hunched with every spurt, and with each I felt the girl twitch beneath me, feeling the sensation of a man's release within her for the very first time. We lay like that a while, before at last I rolled off her when she gently pressed against my shoulder. True to my word, I didn't even try to loosen the blindfold, though I was tempted. And a moment later I felt the bed shift as she rolled off. Once more she kissed me, this time a simple, friendly kiss like the others had given me, and then she was gone. I lay gasping and panting for a few minutes until I felt the blindfold pulled off. The sun was incredibly bright for a moment, and when my eyes adjusted I saw my Wife kneeling naked beside me, and the room was otherwise empty. She smiled, leaned down to give me a little kiss, and whispered "Happy Father's Day, Stud. I was really impressed at how well you handled all that ass!" I laughed and said something boastful, and then flopped exhausted to the Bed. "You need a shower," was all she said, slapping my leg playfully, "so do I. I'll get it ready..." And then she got up and walked into our bathroom. "Joe" (our son) "will be here by one," she said from the echo chamber of our bath as I heard the water come on, "so you have a little time to relax and get your strength back... But don't eat because he said his present is he's taking you to play pool and grab a bite to eat." Once again I flopped onto the mattress. "Wow," I thought, "this is turning out to be a great Father's day..." Then I had a laugh at my Son... Typical, he was using my Father's Day gift as an excuse to get into a bar... Still, it sounded like fun. Idly, I wondered what kinds of gifts my daughters would give me, before I got up to get cleaned up. It was already the best Father's Day I'd ever had – in fact, even I didn't know how good exactly. Not yet...