4 comments/ 94511 views/ 33 favorites Adventures of Robin and Rachel By: vinnybambino "Uggghhh, I am so bored again. There's nothing to do today." I complained to by best friend Rachel over the phone. I wasn't going to start my new hostess job for another two weeks, so I was looking to make good use of this precious time off, but there was absolutely nothing to do. Rachel and I already saw every movie playing and hung out at our favorite coffee shop way too many times since our high school graduation. Even the boys that were calling us were so boring and immature, we wanted nothing to do with them. You would think two cute 18 year old girls could keep themselves busy over summer, but we were at a loss. "Well, at least come over so we can be bored together." I told her. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and my boredom briefly subsided. "It's Rachel, dad! I'll get it!" I shouted from upstairs. My dad was downstairs in the living room watching golf on TV. He's a firefighter, so he gets three days off in a row. He usually spends them doing chores around the house and watching sports. I feel bad because sometimes he gets lonely. My mom is a nurse and her schedule is never in sync with my dad's, so they don't get to see each other too much. "Hey girl!" I exclaimed to Rachel as I opened the door. "Oh my gosh, it that my top?" I asked her. "I was looking all over for it." We were the same size so sometimes we shared clothes, but we were both guilty of never returning them to each other. It was a pretty cute top too, but I had to admit Rachel looked better in it than me. She is a truly beautiful girl. Her face is like a doll, and she has gorgeous chin length platinum blonde hair. She is always very stylish too. Her hair is always perfectly done and makeup is flawless -- not overdone, but just enough to bring out her elegant features. I was more of a tomboy. I mean, don't get me wrong, I am still a girly girl, but my clothes are usually jeans and a tank top, and I keep my dark brown hair long, straight, and usually in a ponytail. Rachel would occasionally try to help me with makeup, but it just wasn't my thing. Aside from these minor differences, we were very close friends and had a great relationship. "Sorry, Robin." she replied. "I thought you knew I had it." "Come in. Did you have lunch yet?" I asked her. "I was just going to make a sandwich." "Yum, I'll have a sandwich too." she replied. We headed off to the kitchen passing by my dad who was sitting in his favorite chair drinking a cold beer. "Hi Mr. Mitchell." Rachel said as we walked by giving him a breeze of her freshly applied designer perfume. "Hi Ms. Rachel." he replied. "Your girls up to trouble again today?" "Hopefully." Rachel joked. I noticed my dad taking a quick glimpse at Rachel's ass as she walked by in her denim miniskirt. It was kinda awkward, but honestly, I didn't mind. He's a guy, and Rachel does have a nice body. We've caught him checking her out a few times before. Rachel loves the attention too. She is always trying to tease him when she would come over -- bending over to show her cleavage, or stretching to show her midriff. I would joke with her that it's probably way more female attention than he gets from my mom. We sat on the couch eating our sandwiches while we watched golf with my dad. Seriously, who watches golf? So boring. Rachel looked a little bored too when suddenly she whispered to me in my ear. "Watch this..." she said. She leaned down to put her soda can on the floor as her boobs hanged down. I watched my dad as his eyes moved from the TV and laser focused to Rachel's cleavage. Such a thrill for the poor old guy. "See that?" Rachel whispered to me. "He definitely got a good look." I responded. We all sat there quietly for a few minutes when Rachel decided to lean over and pick her soda can back up. Sure enough his eyes went right over to Rachel's boobs. Gosh, guys are so weird! "You think he's getting a hard on?" Rachel whispered in my ear. "Ewwww, stop it. So gross!" I replied. "I would prefer not to know that information." "I can't tell, his pants are too loose. Maybe we should make him get up and get us some napkins." she persisted. "Stop, Rachel! Sooooo nasty." I said, playfully hitting her. Rachel then uncrossed and recrossed her legs trying to give the poor guy a peek underneath her miniskirt. She is such a tease. My dad again took another look, then moved his eyes back to the golf game. "Oh my gosh, Robin. Look now!" Rachel whispered to me with my dad unaware that we've been talking about him. I looked over at him and he suddenly had this huge bulge in his pants. There was no denying the fact that he was hard now. We stayed there and finished our lunch while Rachel continued to torture the guy. Finally we cleaned up our mess and headed upstairs to my room. We closed the door to my room and began laughing like crazy. "Did you see him?" Rachel asked me. "He had the biggest boner!" "You're so mean, Rachel. My poor dad is probably going crazy right now." "Awwwwww, he is probably loving this. It's probably the biggest thrill he's had in a while." "I know. You are probably right." I replied. "I don't think he has been getting much attention from my mom lately." "Is you mom coming home tonight?" Rachel asked me. "She won't be home until midnight.... Why???" I asked curiously. "I want to see how hard I can make your dad?" she replied laughing. "Oh my gosh, Rachel, you are so bad." I answered back. "Come on, it will be fun!" she persisted. "Fun for you, maybe. Totally gross for me, girl." I replied. We hung out in my room for a little while listening to music and trying on different outfits. I had way more clothes in my closet than I needed. Some I never even wore before. Rachel decided to sleep over, so we were digging around my closet for pajamas she could wear. "Got any really sexy nighties I can wear in front of your dad?" Rachel asked me. "Sorry, Rachel, you know that's not my thing." I said as I started changing into my very unsexy pajamas. They were these pink cotton Hello Kitty pajama pants and a pink tank top. Rachel looked at me with utter disappointment. "You need to get some sexy pajamas, my friend." she instructed me as she browsed though my closet. "Let's see what I can wear to tease your dad... Oh, I have an idea!" She pulled out this souvenir "I Love NY" t-shirt out of my closet and began to take off her top. "That's your sexy pajamas?" I asked suspiciously. She put the t-shirt on then took off her skirt, tossing it in the pile of clothes on my floor. "How about this?" she asked me standing there with her t-shirt barely covering up her panties. "What pants are you going to wear with it?" I asked naively. "Who needs pants? This will do just fine. Think your dad will like it?" she responded. "Oh my gosh, are you serious? You are going to go downstairs wearing just a t-shirt and underwear?" I asked. She made a 360 degree turn and asked "Why, can you see anything?" "Well, no, I guess not. But one slight breeze and I can see everything!" "That's the idea." she corrected me. We made our way downstairs. My dad had no idea what was about to happen. When we entered the living room, he was still sitting on his chair having another beer. We both sat down on the sofa where my dad could get a good view of Rachel. As soon as he saw her he did a double take. Her shirt was barely covering her panties as we settled on the sofa. We sat there pretending to be interested in the sports highlight show he was watching. Rachel began crossing and uncrossing her legs, and with each move my dad would glance over at her, trying not to make it obvious. After about ten minutes Rachel got up to go to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later looking suspicious. As she sat back down on the sofa next to me, I glanced down at her legs and could see a little of her blonde pubic hairs peeking out from under her t-shirt. I couldn't believe this chick. "Um... you don't have anything on underneath there now?" I inquired. "Took them off in the bathroom?" she responded nonchalantly. She was really taking things too far now, and I started becoming really uncomfortable with everything. My heart was racing, but part of me wanted to see how this would all play out. I know it sounds weird, but I kind of wanted to see how my dad would handle the situation. "So what's your favorite sport, Mr. Mitchell?" Rachel asked him pretending to be interested. "I'm a baseball guy." He replied trying not to look down at her silky legs. "I think baseball is so boring. The games take too long." Rachel responded. As those words left her mouth, she did a small stretch which lifted her t-shirt, briefly exposing even more of her pubic hairs. My dad totally saw everything. He got really quiet and adjusted his position in the chair. His eyes kept glancing back at us every few seconds, probably thinking we didn't notice. "Look at him." Rachel whispered to me. "He keeps looking this way. This is too much fun. Do you mind if I REALLY give him a surprise?" "What do you have in mind?" I responded. "Just watch..." she said, standing up from the couch. She began walking over to my dad, as he glanced up at her looking utterly shocked that she was approaching him. "What kind of beer you drinking, Mr. Mitchell?" she asked in a flirty voice as she leaned over looking at his bottle. I could see the bottom of her bare ass as she leaned over. "Just Heineken." he said as his eyes looked down her legs. "Mind if I have a sip? I never tried Heineken before." she asked. "Liar!" I thought to myself. "No, your parents will not be happy if I gave your alcohol." he firmly responded. "Pleeeeeeease, Mr. Mitchell. Just one little sip?" she begged. "Sorry, Rachel. You know I can't. Talk to me when you are 21." he insisted. Suddenly she did something so unthinkable my jaw dropped. She turned around with her back facing my dad and lowered her barely covered ass towards his lap. She then proceeded to sit on his lap with her back against one arm of the chair and her legs dangling over the other end. My dad's face was totally frozen. "Pretty please, Mr. Mitchell. I'll be your best friend." she said in her girly voice as she put her arm around him. Her flirting was totally pathetic, but my dad didn't seem to mind. He took his hand and placed it on her knee and finally was able to string a sentence together. "Comfortable there, Rachel?" he asked trying to act cool. "Mmmmmm, yeah. Very comfortable, Mr. Mitchell." she replied. He took a large sip of his beer and began nervously rubbing his hand along her knee. It was so weird seeing my dad touching another woman's leg besides my mom, especially with me sitting right there. He seemed so caught up with Rachel's flirting that he really was not thinking straight. "Where did you get this shirt from?" my dad asked Rachel. "Found it in Robin's closet. You like?" she asked As she said that, she adjusted her position on his lap causing her t-shirt to rise up slightly exposing her pussy hair again. My dad looked down and stared nervously at her crotch. Even her pussy was perfectly trimmed and well taken care of. The poor guy tried so hard to play it cool as he tried to make casual conversation. "It looks cute on you." he told her. Rachel looked down at her shirt and boldly lifted the bottom up over her navel exposing her entire pussy to him. "I don't know." she continued. "Your daughter didn't have much options for me to wear to bed. This was all I could find." She stayed sitting there with her t-shirt still above her belly button. My dad must have been going out of his mind. For some reason all this teasing and flirting was really turning me on too. I couldn't take my eyes off of the two of them. As she sat there on my dad's lap, his hands started timidly rubbing her thigh. Rachel had no intention of putting the breaks on the tense situation. Eventually my dad's hands skipped over her pussy and started playfully rubbing her flat stomach. She lifted her shirt up even higher now, giving him the signal that everything was cool. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and worked his hands down to her pussy hairs. We continued to watch TV as his hands roamed over her pubes and then outer pussy lips. I could feel my own pussy getting extremely wet at this point. Part of me was so pissed that my dad was touching another woman besides mom, but at the same time the situation had me so overcome with sexual energy. I can't explain why, but I had never been so turned on in my life. I stayed on the couch silently staring at my best friend and my dad as his hands roamed all over the lower half of her body. It was so strange to watch, yet incredibly hot. Rachel looked over at me to make sure I was watching, then suddenly reached down and slid her hands inside my dad's jeans. My stomach was in knots as I watched her grasp his cock from inside his pants. As she tried to stroke him from under his jeans, my dad lifter her t-shirt up over her breasts and began to play with her cute pink nipples. Rachel helped him out by lifting her t-shirt over her head and throwing it on the floor. She was completely naked now and my dad could not keep his hands off her amazing body. Using both hands, Rachel unbutton his jeans and slid his zipper down. He seemed really nervous now, but appeared to have no intention of stopping her. Suddenly Rachel got up off of my dad's lap and knelt in from of him. She grabbed his jeans and started pulling them down along with his boxers, then took the tip of his rock hard cock into her mouth. I couldn't believe she was taking things this far, and was even more surprised my dad was letting it happen. I knew that what I was watching was so hot, but so incredibly wrong at the same time. I could feel that my pussy was drenched as I watched my best friend put her mouth all over my dad's cock. My dad was completely pretending that I was not there. I think he felt so embarrassed about what was happening, but at the same time couldn't resist the urge to let this beautiful 18 year old girl give him a blow job. It was the chance of a lifetime for him. As I watched the action, my view was getting more and more obstructed by the arm of the chair and Rachel's hair hanging down over my dad's penis. I decided to get up off the couch and move a little closer to the action. Rachel continued to move her mouth up and down his saliva soaked cock as I knelt beside her and touched her back. Finally, she took his cock out of her mouth and looked over at me. "You're not mad at me, are you?" she asked curiously. "No, it's alright, I guess. I just couldn't see from over there." I replied. My dad didn't say a word. He wouldn't even look at me. You could tell how uncomfortable he was with the whole scenario, yet his cock was as hard as a rock. Rachel began licking his balls and running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. The girl knew what she was doing. I stayed kneeling beside Rachel watching her technique. I was kind of surprised, but my dad actually had a really nice penis. It's was really thick and smooth and perfectly shaped. My dad lay back in the chair and closed his eyes while Rachel continued to work his cock. I slid my hands down my pajama pants to see how wet I was. My hand was absolutely soaked with my pussy juice. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting. I started playing with myself a little as I watched. Suddenly Rachel lifter her mouth off of his dick at looked up at him. "Is that good Mr. Mitchell?" she asked innocently. "Oh, don't stop Rachel, I am almost done." he said as he nudged her head back toward his dick. She continued to suck more intensely, and I could see his body starting to twitch. "Oh, it's coming Rachel, don't stop... oh yeah... here is comes." he whispered. Suddenly I could see Rachel's mouth starting to get filled with his cum. She continued to suck softly, making sure to catch every last drop in her mouth. Finally, she took her lips off of his cock and swallowed all the cum down.My dad looked down at both of us, not saying a word. Rachel ran her hands across his thighs to comfort him from the look of guilt in his eyes. He then reached down to grab his jeans off the floor and began to cover himself back up. "Are you ok, Mr Mitchell?" Rachel asked, seeming genuinely concerned. "We shouldn't have done that." he replied. "I don't know what I was thinking." He looked over at me with an incredibly sad face. "I'm sorry Robin. Your dad made a big mistake. I should learn to control myself." "Don't worry dad. It's ok." I answered "Your a guy, and Rachel is really cute." "You aren't mad at me, honey?" he asked seeming a bit surprised at my approval. "I can't be mad at you, dad. I just want you to be happy. If Rachel makes you happy, then I am ok with it, I guess. Even though it IS a little weird." Suddenly a look of relief appeared on his face. "Besides, Mr. Mitchell." Rachel chimed in. "When was the last time your wife gave you a blow job like that?" "Honestly, Rachel, I don't think she has touched me in months. Maybe that's why I couldn't help myself when you sat on my lap." "Don't feel bad, Mr. M. Any time you need a release, you just let me know." she teased. "Thanks Rachel." he replied with a slight smirk. "If you don't mind, I'm going to head upstairs to take a shower and go to bed. You girls stay out of trouble tonight." "Good night Mr. M." Rachel said as she began to put her t-shirt back on. As he headed up the stairs, I fake punched Rachel in the arm. "I can't believe you... you are so bad!" I told her. "Girl, you dad is so sexy. Nothing like having a fireman's cock in your mouth." she responded. "You are so nasty, Rachel!" I explained. "Whatever! I saw you with your hand down your pants." she replied. "Seems to me like it wasn't that nasty for you." "It did turn me on a little, I guess." I admitted to her. "Come on, let's go up to my room. My mom is going to be home soon." We headed upstairs and spent the rest of the evening hanging out in my room. We didn't talk at all about what Rachel and my dad did, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. We finally went to sleep with me in my bed and Rachel on the floor. The image of her going down on my dad kept creeping into my mind as I tried to fall asleep. I tossed and turned for an an hour as I tried to put other thoughts in my head, but I was no use. I looked down at Rachel on the floor and she was sound asleep. I slid my pajama pants down to my knees and began gently rubbing my clit under the blanket. That image of Rachel running her tongue so sensually up and down that cock got to me and soon my pussy had the most intense orgasm I've had in a long time. My body suddenly felt heavy and tired as I pulled my pajama pants back up. Just before I fell into a deep sleep, I briefly heard my mom open the garage door and the reality of the nights events started to sink in. If she only knew what happened tonight. My dad started a 72 hour shift the next day, so it was just going to be my mom and I around the house for a few days. When I talked to her, I felt a little guilty for allowing things to go so far with Rachel and my dad. I tried to spend as much time out of the house as possible, going to the mall and to the coffee shop with Rachel, so I didn't have to feel so much guilt when I was around my mom. -------------------------------------------------------- Rachel and I sat at the tables outside of our coffee shop sipping our lattes like the sophisticated 18 year olds we were. The sun was beginning to set on such a gorgeous early summer day, and Rachel's skin absolutely glowed in the light. Sometimes I wished I looked like her, but still, I was happy with who I am. Adventures of Robin and Rachel "So when does your dad get off from his shift?" Rachel inquired as she took another sip of her coffee. "Oh my gosh, do you have a crush on my dad now?" I answered back. "Not a crush." she responded. "I just have a thing for firemen." "He should be home already. His shift is over now unless he had to work overtime." "Cool!" Rachel added. "Mind if I spend the night again?" "I don't know, Rachel. I am really starting to feel bad for my mom. I feel so guilty when I see her." "It's ok, Robin. Your dad wouldn't want it if he was getting any from her. It's her fault too, you know." she said trying to convince me. "Besides, you dad is a grown man who is mature enough to make his own decisions. I am not forcing him to do anything he doesn't want to do." "Well, I think I am going to stay upstairs this time. I want to stay out of this. Besides my dad will probably enjoy it more without me there." I said. "Up to you, girl. If you want to miss all the fun, go right ahead." she responded. We stopped by Rachel's house to pick up a change of clothes, before heading back to my house. When we got inside my house my dad was sitting in his chair flipping channels on the TV. "Hi girls." he said to us as we walked by him. He appeared to be a little nervous as his eyes briefly looked Rachel's body up and down. "How was work, Mr. Mitchell?" Rachel asked. "Rescue and kitties from trees?" "No not this time." he replied laughing. "Dad, Rachel is going to sleep over tonight if that's ok with you." I told him. His face instantly turned red. I knew exactly what he was thinking. "Sure. You know I don't mind having Rachel here." he replied. "I bet he doesn't." I thought to myself. Rachel and I headed up to my room and hung out for a while. My poor dad was probably sitting in his chair down there wondering what is going to happen next. "This time I brought my own pajamas." Rachel said as she began digging through her overnight bag. She pulled out a white silk nightie and a matching white lace panties. "See, this is the kind of pajamas you need to get." she told me. She began undressing and quickly changed into her sexy outfit. I had to admit she looked totally hot. My dad was going to go nuts when he sees her. The nightie was very see through and there was no mistaking where her nipples were. I changed into my same pink Hello Kitty pajama pants and a pink camisole while Rachel gave me the look of disappointment. She began digging though her bag again, then pulled something out and hid it in her hand behind her back. "I got a surprise for you." she teased. "You ready?" "Yeah, let's see." I responded excitedly. She opened her hand in front of me revealing a sloppily rolled joint. We had smoked pot a few times before, but it wasn't something we made a habit of. Still, it looked incredibly inviting. "Can we smoke it here?" Rachel asked. "Yeah, just make sure to blow the smoke out the window." I commanded. We sat by my window each taking turns at the joint. After a few minutes it went right to our heads. We got really dizzy and started giggling like schoolgirls. The euphoric feeling of being high finally settled in and we sat there listening to music and enjoying the night. "Let's go downstairs now?" she asked. "No, I told you, I am going to stay here in my room tonight." I reminded her. "Oh, just come down for a little while. I don't want to go down there by myself. If something happens just go back upstairs." she pleaded with me with a dazed look in her eyes. "Alright, I guess." I said. "Actually, I kind of want to see his face when he sees you in that outfit." I admitted. We each took another hit off the joint and headed slowly downstairs and entered the living room. My dad's face froze when he saw Rachel. He was trying to play it cool, but his face said it all. I was really hoping he didn't notice how stoned we were, but hey, even if he did he can't ground me. I have the ultimate blackmail now. "You girls ready for bed already?" was all he could think to say. We sat down on the sofa trying to not acted stoned. "Yeah, but we are not tired yet." Rachel told him. We all sat there with an awkward silence watching the TV. My dad's eyes kept glancing back at Rachel, and she would elbow me each time he did. "I'm going to get a drink of water." Rachel said breaking the silence. "You want anything Mr. Mitchell?" "I'm gonna have another beer, but don't worry, I'll get it." he replied. "No don't get up." Rachel said as she stood up from the couch. She made sure he got a good look at her body as she headed towards the kitchen. She returned with his bottle of beer in her hand and opened it as she approached him. "One little sip, Mr. Mitchell?" she asked in her sweet girly voice. "I don't know, Rachel. What's in it for me?" my dad asked back. "What do you want, Mr. Mitchell?" she replied in a flirty tone. "What do you got?" my dad flirted back. "Let me take a sip and you'll find out." she responded. She pressed her lips up against the mouth of the beer bottle and took a nice long sip. She then handed him the bottle and knelt down in front of him. My dad absolutely knew what was coming next as he moved his legs apart so Rachel could get settled in between them. She undid the button on his jeans and slowly pulled his zipper down. Without hesitation she reached into his boxer shorts, took out his massively erect cock, and started gently stroking it. After a few minutes, Rachel stood up and lifted her silk nightie up over her head revealing to him her incredible body. "Like these, Mr. Mitchell?" she said as she stood there naked except for a pair of white lace panties. She then took my dad's hand and placed it on her right breast as he began to rub his fingers along her nipple. She proceeded to kneel back down and grip his waistband with both hands. His cock slapped against his stomach and she tugged his jeans and boxers down to his knees. It was time for me to go. It was time to leave these two alone and let my dad enjoy this without worrying about me being a witness. I stood up off the couch and got one last look at my very best friend running her tongue along the length of his rock hard shaft. It was quite erotic to say the least, and I decided to stay there for just a minute to watch a little. My dad's head rested back on the chair and he again closed his eyes while Rachel gave him the blow job of his life. Between the sucking sounds coming from Rachel's mouth and seeing her warm saliva cover the length of my dad's hard cock, I felt myself getting incredibly wet again. I have never been this turned on before, and as much as I knew I should leave, I just couldn't turn away. I stood there watching as Rachel would occasionally glance up at me making sure I was seeing her performance. My dad didn't open his eyes once. I knew he was torn between the incredible passion of the situation and the feeling guilt he couldn't escape from. I was feeling the same way too. My legs grew incredibly weak as I watched. The pot had me in a complete haze and I needed to sit down. I walked over to the side of the chair and knelt down beside Rachel. She removed her mouth from his erection and lowered her tongue to his balls carefully licking every inch of the skin. He let out a quiet sigh as his eyes remained closed. Rachel then lifter her head up while gripping her hand around his shaft. "This is quite the fire hose you got here, Mr. Mitchell." she joked with him. He opened his eyes seeing Rachel there softly stroking him while I was kneeling beside her. He stayed quiet as he nervously took another huge sip of his beer, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes again. Rachel pulled his erect cock away from his stomach towards his legs and let go, slapping his hard on against his belly. She began to giggle as she did it again and it made a loud slapping sound. We looked at each other and smiled as Rachel continued to play with her new found toy, but my dad didn't make a sound. Rachel proceeded to lower her head towards his thighs and started playfully slapping his cock against her cheek. She then looked over at me. "Come here." she whispered to me. "What?" I said curiously. "Just come over here. I want to show you something." she teased while her hand moved up and down his shaft. "What is this little bump I have on my hand? Is that a bug bite?" she asked. "I don't see anything." I responded wondering what the heck she was talking about. "Right here." she told me pointing to her hand while it gripped my dad's cock. I stupidly leaned my head in close to see what she was talking about. As my head approached her hand she took my dad's cock and slapped it hard against my face. She started giggling like crazy. I playfully punched her in the arm and she began giggling even more. "Seriously, what's this on my hand?" she asked me again, knowing I wouldn't fall for it. I looked up at my dad and his eyes still remained closed as Rachel treated his cock like a toy. I grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled it away from his cock. I angrily grabbed his cock and smacked it as hard as I could hitting Rachel in the eye. It was supposed to be payback, but the girl would not stop giggling. She leaned in closer to his boner as if to ask for more, so I complied. I began slapping it against her cheek with rapid fire as she closed her eyes and let it happen. His cock was like steel at this point. He really must have been enjoying this. "Let me see." Rachel told me as she pulled my hand away from his dick. I had a gut feeling I knew what was coming next, but I froze with anticipation. She gripped her hand on the base of his shaft and slapped his cock even harder against my cheek again. I didn't move away. I just kept my head in the exact same spot as if to let Rachel know that it was ok. She slapped it hard it against my cheek again... then again.. then again... giggling the entire time. I didn't make a sound as I slightly turned my head to look at her. She suddenly began softly tapping the tip of his cock against my lips as I sealed them shut and closed my eyes. Suddenly the tapping stopped and Rachel began rubbing the head of his penis along the length of my lips. My hands began to tremble and a feeling of anxiety covered my entire body. I let her continue to rub it against my lips for what felt like forever. I could feel my pussy dripping wet at this point and a range of emotions raced through my head. Between being so uninhibited by the pot and yet so aroused by the naughtiness of the situation, I couldn't help myself anymore. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue up against the head of his penis. My heart was racing as I slowly ran my tongue down the length of his erection. I lifted my head up to see if he saw what I just did, but his eyes were still closed. He had no idea. Rachel stroked his cock a little more then pressed it up against my lips again. It was all too much to resist as I told myself that I would deal with the consequences later. I opened my mouth and placed the head of his penis inside it. I slowly lowered my mouth down until I had as much cock in my mouth as I could fit. I started moving my mouth up and down while Rachel's hand moved to his balls. I wanted so bad to take my mouth off of it and back away before he found out what I was doing, but I simply couldn't stop myself. I kept going and going, trying to give the best blow job that I knew how. Rachel then stood up and walked to the side of the chair while I continued to suck. She grabbed the beer off the side table and took several big gulps. I really needed to stop now. Things had gone way too far, and he was probably only seconds away from opening his eyes. I took his cock out of my mouth and admired it for a second. It was as perfect at a penis could be. I looked at him one more time to make sure his eyes were still closed and put his cock back in my mouth again. That's when things got really crazy. As I jerked him off with my mouth, Rachel leaned forward and pressed her lips against his lips. I was utterly screwed. Now he was definitely going to find out what I was doing. Rachel opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into his mouth and they both embraced in a passionate French kiss while I continued my blow job. He had to have known what was going on at this point. I mean, if Rachel's mouth was on his lips, who else would be sucking his dick. Certainly not mom. Rachel then released her lips from his and stood back up again. My dad looked down at his massively erect cock to see his daughter sucking on it with such intense passion. I didn't look up. I couldn't. My body trembled with nervousness, yet I could feel my pussy almost having an orgasm without me even touching it. "Ohhhh wow, Robin. What are you doing, honey?" my dad said quietly as he looked down and saw probably one of the strangest sites he has ever seen. Rachel knelt beside the chair, running her hands along his chest as they both looked down at me. My dad just sat there, letting me continue as he watched, not saying a word. Rachel broke the silence. "That good, Mr. Mitchell?" she asked in a sensual voice. "Mmmm, yeah." he replied back to her with a hint of shame. I took my mouth off his dick and began to lick his balls while I stroked him. It was all he could take. He let out a loud moan and soon he sprayed streams of cum straight into the air. His orgasm seemed so incredibly intense as splashes of his cum landed on my bare shoulder, my shirt, and even on my pajama pants. "Wow Mr. Mitchell, looks like you really enjoyed that." Rachel said. "Sorry, Robin, I made a mess on you, honey. You ok?" he asked me. "Of course, dad." I replied as his cum began seeping into my clothes. "Was I good?" "You were incredible, honey. I'm afraid to ask how you learned to do that so good." he replied trying to be parental. Rachel and I looked at each other and giggled again. We stayed there and watched as my dad started to pull his jeans back up. Just as he began to zip his fly the garage door started to open. "Hurry girls." he said to us as we tried to flee the scene. Rachel and I quickly ran upstairs as my dad stayed on his chair acting like nothing happened. When we got into my room I put some music on while Rachel slipped her nightie back on. I needed to calm down from all the craziness of the night, so I grabbed the unfinished joint and sat by the window as I lit it up. After a few puffs I was feeling mellow again and decided to run downstairs real quick to grab a snack. When I got into the kitchen I saw my mom there pouring herself a glass of wine while my dad remained on his chair in the living room. "Hi mom, how was work?" I said trying to fake like I wasn't totally stoned. "Same as always." she said sounding exhausted. As I grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry I realized that my shirt and Hello Kitty pajama pants had my dad's dried cum all over them. Even my bare shoulder had a cum spot on it. I had to get back upstairs without my mom seeing it, so I quickly grabbed Rachel and I a glass of water and started heading out of the kitchen. "Good night, mom." I said as I headed towards the stairs. Rachel and I slept until almost noon the next day. The house was quiet when we woke up, and I could feel a bit of a pot hangover. I looked over at Rachel lying on the floor next to my bed. "How do you feel this morning, girl?" I asked her. "Mmmmmm, still sleepy." she replied while stretching. "But incredibly horny." she added laughing. "Uggh, I can't even think of sex right now. I have the worst headache." I said. "I hate to tell you this, Robin, but watching you last night was the hottest thing I have ever seen." Rachel admitted to me. "Really?" I inquired. "You don't think it's weird?" "A little, but that's why it's so hot. You just gave me years worth of masturbation material!" she responded half jokingly. "You're nasty!" I replied throwing my pillow at her. After we both got up and showered, Rachel headed home. It was just me and my dad alone in the house now. I was a little afraid to go downstairs and see him. I didn't want things to be awkward between us now. I didn't want him to have regrets or to start feeling weird around me. I finally built up the courage and headed downstairs to make a cup of coffee. "Morning, dad." I said nonchalantly as I passed by him in the living room. "Morning, honey. Actually, good afternoon. You are up pretty late today." he said. "Hey, I am trying to get as much sleep as I can before I have to start my new job." I told him. "You and Rachel not going to hang out today?" he asked me. "No, her parents wanted her to come home. I am just going to hang around the house by myself today. Take it easy, you know?" I replied. There was a awkward silence after that. He continued watching TV as I sipped my coffee. The rest of the afternoon was very uneventful as my dad did chores around the house while I lay on the couch watching TV. I had occasional brief conversations with him, but I could sense he was feeling really uneasy around me now. Later that evening I retired to my room, put on some music, and changed into a clean pair of pajama pants and a white camisole. It was a beautiful evening as the sun was setting just outside my window. I lay there on my bed for a while flipping through pages of Glamour when my dad knocked on my door. "Come in." I shouted. "Hi honey. Got a minute?" he said with a nervous tone as he peeked his head through the door. "Sure, come in." I replied. He slowly walked toward me and cautiously sat at the edge of my bed as I continued to lay there. "Listen, honey. I want to talk to you about last night." he courageously began. "I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong of me and I apologize for letting myself give into to my desires." "Why are you apologizing to me, dad? I was the one who did it." I reminded him. "I know, honey, but I let you do it. I could have stopped you if I wanted to, but I didn't." "Your really shouldn't feel bad, dad. I enjoyed it. I wanted it. It was fun." I assured him. "I enjoyed it too, honey. It's just all so strange for me, you know? I guess sometimes it's hard to think of you as a beautiful grown woman now." he told me. "I understand, I guess." I replied. "But can you promise me one thing, honey?" he asked. "Can you please never say a word about what we did to anybody? Can you tell Rachel too?" "Of course, dad. I promise I will never tell anybody." I reassured him. "Thanks." he replied. "So, dad." I added. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, honey. Anything." he told me. "Do you think Rachel is pretty?" I questioned him. "Your friend is absolutely beautiful, but I will let you in on a little secret. You are much prettier." he told me. "Yeah right, dad. Your just saying that because I am your daughter." "No, seriously, honey." he continued. "Rachel is very put together - perfect hair, perfect makeup, fancy clothes. You are naturally beautiful, though. You look more stunning here in your pajamas, then Rachel will ever look in her designer clothes." "She has a nicer body, though." I added. "Your body is just as beautiful as hers, honey." he continued. I began to laugh. "Now I know you are lying because you haven't seen my body in a really long time. "I can still tell, honey. Even in these pink polka dot pajamas pants, I can see that your body is absolutely beautiful." I flirtatiously lifted my camisole up above my bellybutton showing him my bare stomach. "I don't know." I added. "Sometimes I feel so fat." "Your kidding, right?" he chimed in laughing. "You are so tiny." "Dad?" I began nervously. "Do you think I have a nice stomach?" "It's absolutely perfect, honey." he answered. Adventures of Robin and Rachel A rush of nerves suddenly came over my entire body as I thought of what to say next. I came so close to backing out, but didn't. "Want to see more, dad?" I asked. "See more what, honey?" he asked innocently. "Of me." I added. "Of my body." "I don't know, honey. You want to show me more? What did you want to show me?" he said with his voice trembling. I stayed quiet for a second as I built up the courage to ask the next question. "Do you want to see my pussy, dad?" "Oh, wow. I wasn't expecting you to say that. You really want to show it to me?" he questioned. "Yeah, do you want to see it?" I asked with excitement. "Ok, honey. Just real quick, though, in case mom comes home early." he told me. "Real quick. I promise." I assured him. I put my hands on my elastic waistband and began to slide my pajama pants and panties down at the same time. I brought them down all the way to my knees as my completely shaven pussy was now fully exposed to him. "Do you like it, dad?" I asked curiously. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined, honey." he replied. "Do you like when there is no hair like this?" I asked as I gently felt the softness of my outer pussy lips. "Your pussy looks really nice like that. It looks so soft." he told me as his eyes looked down at my crotch." "Want to touch it, dad?" I asked, feeling a bit more confident now. "I'd love to, honey. But only if you are absolutely sure it's ok with you." he double checked. "Of course it's ok, dad. See if it feels soft like you said." I told him. He placed his hand on my pubic area and slowly worked his way down to my pussy lips. My body was trembling as his fingers gently rolled over my bare pussy. I could feel an orgasm already starting to build. He stayed rubbing his hands all over the outside of my pussy. His then let his middle finger slide in between my lips as he began to slowly explore my inner area. The sexual tension in my body was almost unbearable at this point. "Wow, honey. You are really wet." my dad told me as he slid a second finger inside of me. "I know, dad. I am so tuned on right now. Don't stop." I pleaded. He began moving his index and middle finger gently in and out of my pussy while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I could literally feel my juices dripping out of my pussy onto the bed. I lifted my camisole up over my nipples exposing my breasts to him for the first time. He stared at them with curiosity for a little bit while he continued to move his fingers in and out of me. "Do you like my boobs, dad? Want to feel them too?" I asked. "They are gorgeous." he assured me as his other hand began to feel my nipples. As I lay there on the bed allowing my dad's hands to roam all over my naked body, I pulled my pajama pants and camisole completely off allowing myself to be fully naked for him. His hands were strong yet gentle with my body as the sexual tension that was building was now totally unbearable. "Want to see what I taste like, dad?" I asked trying to push things a little further. "Mmmmm, yeah." he replied softly . I put my hands on my pussy and slightly opened it for him. "Go ahead. See if I taste good." I instructed him. His head lowered to my crotch as his tongue began to softly tease my clit. He continued to lick, slowly increasing the intensity as my pussy was nearing orgasm. "Does my pussy taste good, dad?" I asked trying to turn him on. "This is the best pussy I ever tasted." he replied with enthusiasm. "Take your clothes of too, dad. It's not fair that I am the only one naked here." I ordered him. He didn't hesitate. He stood up and lifted his t-shirt off exposing his firm firefighter chest and stomach. He then unzipped his jeans and boxers letting them fall to the floor. His cock was pointed straight up and looked like it was ready to explode. As he began to return back to eating me out, I noticed my curtains were wide open. The idea that my neighbors could possibly be watching turned me on even more. I couldn't take the teasing any more. I pushed his head off of my pussy. "Let me see your cock, dad." I asked as my hand reached down to grasp it. I stroked it a little before guiding it towards my pussy. We both knew what was going to happen next. "Do you have condoms, dad?" I asked. "I don't, honey." he replied. "It's ok. Just don't finish inside of me." I warned him. "Don't worry, I'll be careful, honey." he assured me. He teased my clit with the head of his cock before slowly pushing it inside my pussy. His cock was so thick that it barely fit, but once it was in it felt amazing. Our bodies felt like they perfectly complimented each other. "How does that feel, dad?" I asked him making sure he was ok. "I have never felt anything so good in my life." he replied as he slowly started moving his cock in and out of me. "Bet you never thought you would be having sex with your daughter." I told him jokingly. "Never in a million years." he answered as he slowly fucked me. He began moving in and out of me faster and faster, and it only took me a minute before my pussy orgasmed with intensity I have never felt in my life. I was so intense my head was seeing stars and I had to ask him to stop and rest. After I calmed down a bit, I told him to cum for me. His cock again started sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy faster and harder. "Mmmmmm, that's so good, dad." I told him trying to make him cum. "Fuck me dad. Fuck your little girl. Fuck your little daughter really hard." I continued. That was all he could take. He was just barely able to take his cock out of me in time before shooting loads and loads of cum all over my belly, inner thighs, and outer pussy lips. He collapsed on the bed next to me and we both stared at the ceiling trying to calm down. I could feel his cum dripping between my legs to my butt as I turned toward him to see if he was ok. "You feel ok, dad? I asked. "Never felt better in my life, honey." he replied as he put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze. And so began an intense affair. We continued for nearly a year, having the most passionate and erotic incestuous sex you could ever imagine. We managed to keep it a secret except for me having to describe all the juicy details to Rachel. Things finally came to an end when my mom quit her job because the hours were just too much for her. My dad and I realized we couldn't do this forever, especially with mom home, so we both agreed to stop. Everything worked out in the end. My parents were able to spend much more time together and began to find a new spark in their marriage. In fact, it was a little too much of a spark. Since their room shared a wall with my room, I could hear my mom's squeals and screams as my dad fucked her almost every night. I was happy for them, though. Their marriage was finally back on track. Their sex life sounded great, and they even began to do some hot role playing, which of course I had to listen to as I lay in my bed at night trying to sleep. It's not easy to fall asleep when all you hear is your mom screaming "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me dad! Fuck your little girl! Fuck your little daughter really hard!"