20 comments/ 152940 views/ 29 favorites Cindy’s Daddy Ch. 01 By: BethB I had rehearsed the conversation in my head at least a hundred times. I painstakingly thought about what words to use, the inflection in my voice, how to lay it all out logically and even what body language to use. I knew the time was right.... tonight, yes, this was going to be the perfect opportunity..... he was having one hell of a good night. I watched as Bert, my father, rolled his fifth straight strike. When Cindy and I first started dating, she told me her father was something akin to a local bowling legend. He had bowled in a pro-am tournament and had several certified 300 games. So early on, I wisely told him I enjoyed bowling, but added I was terrible at it. "No problem," he said, "I can teach anyone how to throw strikes!" And you know, he was right. When Cindy and I announced our engagement, Bert invited me to join their men's league and Cindy encouraged me to do it. So, it became a family thing every week. Cindy and her mom would join Bert and I at the Brunswick Lanes where we would bowl, drink beer and laugh it up. The funny thing is - I really enjoyed it and Bert turned me into a real bowler. He took me to the pro shop and bought me "The Hammer" (the Holy Grail of bowling balls at that time), and had his buddy Phil drill the holes and nursed me through the pain of a new ball. Bert and I were getting to be pretty good buddies. Tonight, though, I was going to risk it all in hopes of giving my wife something she always wanted - her father's cock. Cindy and I have always enjoyed a very full and robust sex life. I never have to beg for sex or try to talk her into it. It's always exciting with her, and we do a lot of things to keep it interesting. She understands and allows my fantasies, just as I understand and allow hers. When I told her of my life long panty fetish, she was perfectly willing to accept and allow it. When she told me about her exhibitionist fantasies, I was more than willing to accept it and "help out" whenever the opportunity presented itself. About six months after we were married, we went out for dinner and a movie. After dinner, we drove to the theatre only to find that the movie we wanted to see was sold out. So, with nothing to do, we started to head back home. As we drove, I remembered we had talked many times about the local adult store and how we should stop in there sometime to see if there were any interesting toys we might find fun. With nothing else to do, I asked her if now would be a good time to go check it out, and, she happily agreed. Now, this isn't one of those places with "ADULT" and "XXX" neon signs above the door. It's in a commercial shopping area and we saw younger and older couples in there. As we browsed the store, trying to get up the nerve to wonder over to where the dildos and vibrators were, we came across a display rack that had fantasy costumes. They had all kinds to choose from. There was one that caught my eye – the Naughty School Girl costume. The ensemble contained white knee high socks, a very short tartan skirt and a stretchy white top with the wide collar the school girls wear. I envisioned my Cindy dressed like that – playing the part of the innocent but naughty school girl, and as I reached out to get a closer look at the costume, she whispered in my ear "That's almost exactly like the one I used to wear when I was in school." That was all I needed to hear. Smiling, I selected one from the display and replied "Hmm, well you see..... it says right here on the label 'Naughty School Girl'. Were you naughty?" "If you buy that," she said, "I can almost guarantee you I will be." I felt my cock surge as I looked at her. There was a sparkle in her eyes and a flush in her cheeks. "You know," I said "naughty girls usually get a spanking." "Oh, is that a promise?" She asked. "Absolutely. I might have to pull that little skirt up and take some liberties, too," I answered, "I would have to touch you all over, you know.... all over your little girl panties and between your legs. I might even have to pull your underpants down and confiscate them just to teach you a lesson, you naughty girl." "Would you make me lie there, over your knee with my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down while you touched me?" Cindy asked. Her question didn't need to be answered verbally. I just nodded my head and told her naughty school girls should expect to be punished in many ways. "After all," I added, "they deserve it." She quickly looked around, and seeing no one near by, grasped my hand and moved it to the bottom of the jean skirt she was wearing. "Feel me," she said, "and see if you think I'm a naughty girl." I glanced around to make sure we couldn't be seen easily. Since we were shielded by the racks and displays around us, I slowly moved my hand up her skirt and toward her panties. As I got close to her silky covered mound, she shuffled her legs apart to allow my touch. To say she was 'wet' would be an understatement. The crotch of her panties were literally drenched with her juices. I traced my fingers up her slit, pushing her panties in between her lips and I could feel the wetness saturate the material. Her lips gave way easily, and I paused to momentarily covet the wet, squishy feel of her warmth. It was pure heaven. Moving my fingers to the side of her gusset, and, pushing under her panties, my fingers were met with a pool of pussy juice. She was indeed sopping wet. Even before my finger slipped between her labia, my hand felt like it was bathing in her wetness. I looked up to see her smiling at me and nodding her head up and down as if to say "Well, what do you think?" Needless to say, we immediately made our way to the counter, paid for the school girl outfit and high tailed it out to the car. Once there, my hands went directly under her skirt as she spread her legs wide for me. I fingered her outside her panties, and then slipped my whole hand down the front of her silkies and masturbated her to a booming orgasm right there in the parking lot. If the people walking past our car would have looked in, I wouldn't have cared or stopped – we were both so hot and turned on...... and she was drenched..... I simply couldn't stop myself. Gathering our composure, I started the car and we pulled out of the parking lot and started to make our way back home. As we drove, I matter-of-factly asked her if she wouldn't mind letting me have the panties she was wearing. Of course, what I meant was "Once we got home, could I have your panties?", but, she didn't wait for me to be specific and she immediately started to shift her hips and lift her bottom to remove them. As soon as she had them off, she turned toward me in the car seat and spread her legs lewdly. Although I could barely see because of the darkness in the car, I know she was intentionally opening her legs and exposing herself simply to tease me. When we got to the next stop light, the street lights at the intersection bathed the car in light. I was blown away to see her leaning back and rubbing her pussy with the panties. "Jeez," she said, "these are going to be really, really wet by the time we get home. I'm just going to relax and rub them all over my pussy for you. You like that, don't you?" "You're being a very naughty girl, Cindy." I answered. "You're teasing me and that's not nice. You know very well what that's doing to me, and I can't do anything about it while I'm driving." She reached over to feel the steel pole in my pants and laughed. "Well," she replied, "when we get home, I guess you're going to have to teach this little school girl a lesson, huh?" The slinky smile on her face told me that she was enjoying herself. Her exhibitionistic side had kicked in and she was in a seriously playful mood. As I drove, I kept watching as she closed her eyes and settled into a very deliberate masturbation pattern, complete with the sounds of her fingers, wrapped in panties, as they diddled her sopping vagina. Every now and then a moan escaped her lips or she would say something nasty to me like 'Do you want to watch me cum', or 'Should I turn around and let the other cars see me?' This kind of playful sexiness is exactly what I loved about Cindy. She knew how to turn me on, and could do it at the drop of a hat. When she was aroused, the boundaries were wide and she always tried to draw me into it as deep and, as quickly as possible. This time was no exception and my straining cock would have exploded at the slightest touch. As soon as we hit the driveway, she threw open the door and ran up the drive toward the house, leaving me to park the car and bring in all our stuff. When I opened the front door, she was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, silhouetted in the bright light behind her. She was completely naked. Her arms, stretched out to her sides, were holding on to both sides of the door frame and her feet were spread wide apart. Dangling down between her legs I could see about four inches of her yellow panties. The rest of her panties were conveniently slid up inside her pussy, leaving just a hint of them hanging out for me to see. Cindy knows me so well. She knows that seeing her like that will drive me wild. She's trained me to get down between her legs and then lick her until she tells me to stop. Only then can I have her panties as my prize. The rule always was the same: I can't sink my cock into her until I make her cum, draw out her panties with my teeth, and, slather my face with her soaked undies. "I've been naughty again." She said, smiling at me. I watched as she reached down to her pussy and pushed a little more of her panties up inside her. "Better hurry, baby. They're going to disappear unless you do something to claim them." I closed the front door, dropped her purse and the package from the adult store in a heap along with my clothes. In a flash, I was on my knees between her legs paying homage to her luscious vagina as I licked and sucked to get my prize. With the stub of her panties in my mouth and my face rubbing up into her, I reached up to cradle her bottom as I began to concentrate on making her cum. Between the nibbling and rubbing of her clit with my nose, and my fingers spreading her butt cheeks open, it wasn't long before I felt her legs buckle and start to give out. I pulled her down to the carpet with me, guiding her womanhood carefully down to my face. From there, I let her set the pace as she positioned herself on top of me so she could control the pressure on her clit. Shortly after she was settled, she thrust herself down onto my face and came with such force that she almost smothered me. After only a few seconds, she leaned forward to support herself on her hands and lifted her hips slightly. Moving very slowly from side to side, she brushed her now completely saturated panties back and forth across my face like a paintbrush. Damn, I love this woman – I love her scent and her juices. I could lay like that forever while she bathed me in her wonderful wetness. I reached down to stroke my cock as she hovered over me. "No, no, no...." she said, "I want that nice cum inside me, not all over my carpet. Come on, let's go get in bed." With that, she got up and ran into the bedroom. When I got there, she was laying on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hands were on either sides of her pussy, opening herself up to the point where I could see her yellow panties disappearing into the pinkness of her vagina. What a wonderful sight that was, seeing her opened up like that, just for me. "Here you go, lover," she said, "come get your sweet little panties prize." Not being one that has to be told twice, I got on the bed between her legs and took the end of her panties in my teeth. As I usually did, I began to pull them out slowly. After I had them pulled out of her another inch or so, I would try to get as much of them in my mouth as I could, and, then pull out another inch.... and so on. The real treat in doing this comes when I'd pull about three inches worth of panties out of her vagina. At that point, her panties would be soaked with the heavy lubrication from deep inside her. The texture was sinuous and thick, and the smell and taste is the ultimate aphrodisiac. She knows this is an incredible turn-on for me, and allows me to do it as often as I desire to. I repeated the process, inching her panties out of her vagina little by little. The last few inches, now coated with her natural nectar, were nothing short of heavenly. As I pulled the last of her undies from between her lips, I couldn't stand it anymore. My cock was so hard it was actually hurting.... I needed to be inside of her. I needed to feel her warmth surround me, gripping my cock. Usually, I take a lot of care when I enter Cindy so she senses the love and caring I have for her. But, this time, she was so wet and so ready, all I had to do was line myself up to her pussy and I glided in effortlessly. I arched my back and I sunk into her, trying to give her as much of my cock as possible. When I was in all the way, I smiled at her, asking, "Do you want to get on top and ride me for a few minutes?" I don't think I can ever remember a time when Cindy has turned that offer down. Now, don't get me wrong.... I'm not a 'wham-bam-thank-you-mam' kind of guy. I always take great care to make sure she gets to cum first. Like most guys, I'm good for one cum at a time, and then I need to recharge. So, I almost always offer her a chance to ride on top before I get my rocks off. This time was no different. Even though she was on her back with her legs opened wide, I was still going to let her have her ride if she wanted it. And as always, she giggled and said "Oh, I think I have one or two good cums left in me, so yeah, let's roll over." Now, we have the 'intercourse roll' down perfectly. We can roll this way, or that way and I always stay firmly in her and comfortably between her legs. Once we had rolled over, she began that thrust and rub motion that sends her into another time and place. She rarely talks when she's doing this.... she closes her eyes, hangs her head down so her hair brushes in my face, and then begins to grind on me. When she starts to pant, that's my cue to reach up and cup her breasts in the palm of my hand, applying even pressure on her orbs as I gently kneed them toward her nipples. This usually causes her to pick up speed and thrust herself more forcefully down on my cock. I arch up to meet her as she continues to thrust down and grind on me. Once her mouth opens to get that big breath of air, that's when I know she's about to cum and I start to pinch her nipples lightly. More often than not, that's when she'll say "I'm gonna cum now!" And I did exactly all that. Except this time, before she started to cum, she said "I'm gonna be such a bad little school girl for you..... oh yeah..... your cock feels so good in me, Daddy....." Whoa! What was that she just said? She called me 'Daddy'! I'm not even sure she realized what she said, but there was no stopping her. She was like a wild woman and even though I was arching my cock up to her, she was plunging down on me so hard that the term "riding on top" took up a whole new meaning. I started to pinch her nipples harder, and that threw her into a frenzy.... wailing away on top of me like she was out of control. The steady rhythm of her thrusts and grinding were gone – she was going for sheer animal penetration now. When her orgasm overtook her, it was like she was a different woman – a woman I hadn't ever met. She suddenly froze and I felt her shake and she collapsed on top of me, completely out of breath. Her heart was wildly thumping inside her chest and I could feel it as she lay on top of me. When I put my arms around her to hug and comfort her, I found that she was covered with a thin film of sweat – a testimony to how hard she rode my cock. But, as she lay gasping to catch her breath, I stroked her hair and fondled her neck, something that really soothes her. Slowly but surely, her breathing slowed and I felt her weight finally settle onto me, as if all her muscles had suddenly gone loose at the same time allowing gravity to take over. Now, at this point in my story, I have to be completely honest and admit that my intentions suddenly changed. Before her 'Daddy' comment, I was being thoughtful and letting her have her cock ride before I got the chance to have my own fun. But now, her "Your cock feels so good in me, Daddy" comment was consuming me. I don't know what caused her to say it, and, I don't know what thrilled me about it, but I wanted to know more and my cock was harder than it had ever been wondering if she really did want her Daddy's cock. As Cindy lay on top of me, I had the good wisdom to hold my tongue about her 'Daddy' exclamation for now. Instead, I decided to wait until just the right time to see what more I could learn. I started to move very slowly under her, just barely thrusting up into her warm and relaxed pussy. Lightly rubbing her back, I began to kiss her neck and snuggle light kisses around her ears. "Oh, baby, you've got me so hot," I said, "that was fantastic. I've never seen you cum that hard." She lifted her head and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth was wet, but she seemed hesitant...... maybe shy or embarrassed. I began to buck up into her and kiss her more forcefully. "Can we roll over?" I asked. Once we rolled over, I held myself up as I looked down at her. Her eyes were fixed, and her head was turned slightly away from me, appearing to stare out into space. She was preoccupied with something, that's for sure – was she aware of her 'Daddy' comment and was she being consumed by remorse now? Suddenly, I knew what to do. "Come on, baby girl," I said, "open your legs wide for Daddy." You should have seen how fast she opened her eyes and looked up at me. I sensed some hesitancy, so I followed up with "Open up so your Daddy can put his big cock in his little girl's pussy." With that, her knees pulled way, way up and she open her legs to a point where I knew she had to be hurting. I saw the beginnings of a smile on her face so I continued taunting her by saying,. "Did you think I didn't know, baby girl? Daddies know everything." I started to move in and out of her very slowly. She never broke eye contact with me – not even when I asked her "Is Daddy hurting you?" "No," she answered, "you're not hurting me.... da...." I lay down on top of her as I moved my hips up and down, sliding my cock in and out of Cindy's velvety pussy. "Go on, baby girl, go ahead and say it. I know you want to.... it's okay... say it." "Oh, Gawd," she moaned, "Daddy, you're not hurting me..... please fuck me.... Oh Gawd, Daddy!" She started to move forcefully under me, tilting her pelvis up, trying to get me into her deeper. My own excitement was rising, too, but I wanted to keep the incestuous role play going between the two of us as long as I could. In my mind I could literally picture her on her back with her legs opened wide as she prepared herself to be impaled by her Daddy's cock. The thought of it, just imagining it – fantasizing about watching it – was getting me closer and closer. "You want your Daddy's cock, don't you?" I asked. "Yes!" She moaned. "You want Daddy's cum, too, don't you?" I asked. "Uh-huh." she moaned again. "You're going to let Daddy have his little school girl any time he wants from now on, aren't you?" I asked. "Yes, yes, you can fuck me anytime you want, Daddy." She screamed. "I've wanted this forever, Daddy. Please fuck me!" That's all I needed to hear. I rose up, holding myself up with my arms locked tight and I stared to plow into her..... watching her breasts jiggle in time with my thrusts, and her head thrown back into the pillow each time I sank into her. She was biting her lower lip now, as if she was suffering through it.... but I kept on..... hammering into her. Cindy’s Daddy Ch. 01 After another minute of hard thrusting, her head began thrashing back and forth while her mouth began pulling in and pushing out quick breaths. I knew this look – and I knew it meant she was really getting into the feeling of my cock thumping against her G-spot, and I knew it meant she would probably cum any minute from the feeling she was getting. "Oh yeah." I whispered down to her. "Daddy likes your nice little pussy, Cindy. It feels so good and tight..... I think I'm going to have to cum inside you." Again, her eyes locking onto mine, and staring right at me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and yanked me down right on top of her chest. Then, whispering in my ear, she said, "Yes, Daddy, yes. Please do it. Cum in me..." "You want Daddy to cum in you?" I asked. "Yes." She moaned. "You want Daddy to squirt his sperm inside his daughter's pussy, do you?" I asked again. "Daddy, stop teasing and just cum in me, would you?" This time she closed her eyes and I swear I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I pushed myself back up on my arms and began fucking her as hard as I could. Looking down at her, I watched as her hand dropped down between us and start to stroke her clit. It always turns me on to see her touch herself. But, watching her do it while we played our little Daddy-Daughter role play game pushed me to the limit. As I started to feel my orgasm begin – she exploded under me. Our eyes met and all I could say was "I'm cumming". I could tell by the look in her face that she was cumming, too. Honestly, she and I rarely orgasm together. In fact, I can only think of twice before when we came at the same time. This time, though, it was powerful, uncontrollable and so forceful, I was literally holding on to her so I wouldn't fall over. The pressure that welled up inside me finally peaked, and then suddenly - I felt my cock throb and contract for a moment – and then I felt these huge, powerful shots of cum being forced out of my cock, and into her pussy. Holy fuck... it was unbelievable and the most awesome orgasm I'd ever had. I went completely rigid as I emptied into her. When I felt the last spasm of my juice seeping in to her, I collapsed on top of her body trying to catch my breath. We lay like that for a long time, neither of us speaking, and both recovering from an orgasm stronger than either of us had experienced in a long time. As I lay on top of her, I lifted my head and said "That was absolutely fucking amazing." "Hmm," she said, "you really got into that, huh?" "Oh yeah," I answered, "that was incredible... what a turn on to think about that." "Think about what?" She asked, as she looked up at me with an innocent smile. "To think about you fucking your father." I answered. She didn't say anything, but instead, she just peered into my eyes with a little bit of a half smile on her face. "Don't tell me you weren't turned on, too." I remarked, "You were getting off on it just as much as I was........ probably more." "Hmm, maybe." She said, giggling up at me. "Maybe my ass!" I retorted. "You're just like any other girl that has wondered what sex would be like with their fathers." "Hmm, maybe." She said again, still giggling. There was no way I was going to let this subject die out now. No way. No way in hell! "Are you denying that you've thought about it?" I asked. "No," she said, "it's just that..... well, I mean.... I think all girls think of their Daddies like that at some time or another, but no one ever really does it, you know." "But you'd like to, wouldn't you, Cindy?" I asked. "I mean, if you had the chance, and if he wanted to, and if the time was right and all that. You'd open your legs for him in a heartbeat. I saw it in your eyes so don't try to kid me." "You're talking about incest now, you know." The serious look in her eyes told me she was waiting for my answer. "So, what's the big deal, anyway?" I said. "Just because it's some huge 'taboo' that society told us is bad? You're both over 21, both consenting adults, I'm sure it would be a very loving gift between you two. Besides...... if you really wanted to, I wouldn't mind. It's not like you're cheating on me with some guy you met in a bar." She just looked at me. During those few moments, I replayed what I just said to her in my mind and tried to put myself in her place hearing it. Did I really just tell her it would be okay for her to fuck her father? It wasn't just but another few seconds until I realized my cock was hard again, still inside her pussy. I started to move slowly..... to feel myself inside her. As amazing as it was, I was hard again and not only that, I was really hard. I mean REALLY hard. "You're still hard?" She asked, just as surprised as I was. "Yeah," I answered, wiggling my hard-on side to side inside of her. I'm not sure what caused me to do it, but, I slowly lifted myself off her, moved down between her legs, raised her knees and pushed them back against her chest. At that instant, the vision I saw was of her.... on her back with her legs spread... after just being fucked by her father. My mind raced with the fantasy..... of her pussy laying open after having taken his cock deep inside her... of his cum, mixed with her pussy juice saturating her crotch..... and in slow motion, I lowered my head and put my face directly down on top of her vagina. At first, I just enjoyed her smell, the smell of a well fucked pussy. As I started to kiss and lick her outer lips, I opened her up with my fingers and thrust my tongue deep into her. I could taste cum, and I knew it was my own, but in the fantasy I was living it was her father's cum. I went to the task of eating her and sucking up every last drop of juice and secretion that she had inside her luscious vagina. I got so carried away.... I completely blocked her out and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it while I licked, sucked and tongue fucked her. After a few minutes, I felt her hands on the back of my head, guiding me to concentrate on her nub at the middle of her womanhood. Looking up at her, I could see she had her eyes closed and she was getting into what I was doing. Turning my attention back to her pussy, I concentrated on stroking my cock and nibbling on her clit. Soon, I could see that she was going to cum again – she was panting and thrashing her head back and forth again... so I kept nibbling at her clit. I slipped two fingers from my left hand inside her to put some pressure on her G-spot while I jacked myself with my right hand. Almost as soon as I touched her, she went rigid and pushed my head away from her clit. I sat back on my haunches and kept my fingers on her g-spot until her orgasm died down. I love looking at her pussy so I just remained like that – staring at her while I jacked myself. When I looked up at her, she was smiling and watching me stroke my cock. "Let me suck you when you cum, okay?" She asked. "Only if you kiss me afterwards," I said, "and don't swallow." "Oh!" She said. "Who's being naughty now?" I just smiled and looked down at her pussy as I masturbated. I kept thinking about what it might be like to watch her lay back and spread her legs for her father... to see him licking her pussy, to see her sucking his cock, and then watch as he gently slipped his fatherly cock gently into his sexy little girl. I was ready to shoot. "Okay," I said, "I'm gonna cum soon!" Together, we shifted places and I lay down just as she grabbed my shaft and sunk her mouth down on top of me. Instantly, I blew my wad into her mouth and watched as she steadily milked my cock, taking another full load of my cum from my now empty balls. When she finished sucking me, she crawled up toward my head. The look on her face was sultry as hell, and I could see she was holding my ejaculated sperm in her mouth, ready to kiss me. This is something else she knows I really like, and she enjoys teasing me right up to the point where she kisses me with a mouthful of cum. She'll come close like she's going to press her lips to mine and then she'll move back. She'll do this a few times, each time getting closer and closer until our lips finally connect and she opens her mouth to share a cum filled kiss. But this time, I was ready.... and as she came close the first time, I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her down, smashing her lips to mine and forcing her lips to open. This caused most of my sperm to gush out all over our mouths, and we spent the next two or three minutes kissing, licking and cleaning each other's face until there was nothing left. It was absolutely mind blowing. She settled down next to me and we cuddled together, both completely content, sexually satisfied and spent. "Jeez, you sure got worked up again pretty fast. What brought that on?" She asked. "I don't know," I said, "I saw you laying there with your legs spread and cum in your pussy..... and I started thinking about you and your Dad, and the next thing I know, I was going down on you..." "Would you really do that?" She inquired. "You mean go down on you after your Dad fucked you?" I asked. "Yeah," she said, "would you really do that? Would you really lick out Daddy's cum from my pussy?" "Absolutely," I said, "no doubt about it. I've love to." To be continued. Cindy’s Daddy Ch. 02 Author's Note: Due to the complicated and unusual plot twist, I recommend you read the previous chapter. * Sex with my wife, Cindy, was always good. Even when it was 'bad', it was still the best sex I'd ever had in my life - hands down. She had a way to enflame me; to set me on fire with desire for her and only her. She was the only person I've ever truly lusted for, and she had this shy, demure way of transforming into a tigress in the sack. Being with her was like being in a breathless free fall, but, with a hard-on. That being said, the little role play game we just finished with me playing the role of her father, and her playing herself, had just risen to the top of my all time hottest sex sessions with her. And, it had happened so spontaneously! Nothing like this had ever come up before..... there were never any conversations or fantasies concerning family member between us, and she never once gave me any reason to think she had any sexual thoughts about her father. But, during the heat of passion, when she accidentally slipped and called me "Daddy", and then begged me to fuck her, something exploded in me and I became consumed with the idea of her really fucking her father. Not in fantasy -- but, for real. We lay there a few more minutes together before she finally got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She shut the door, and I heard her start to pee. Normally, after sex at night, she would also take a warm washcloth to her pussy and wipe herself off so she wouldn't feel sticky as she tried to sleep. Even though she'd already gotten out of bed and was in the bathroom, my head was still filled with my fantasy vision of her lying on her back, knees pulled up to her chest with her legs spread, and offering her pussy to her father. Despite the fact that I had miraculously cum twice in the last 30 minutes, I was getting hard again, thinking about it, and I knew for me, the night wasn't quite over yet. Throwing caution to the wind, I got up and knocked on the bathroom door lightly. "Hey babe," I said, "I'm going to turn the lights off downstairs and lock up so we can just crawl back in bed, ok?" When she answered back "Ok" I added, "And, don't wash yourself off yet, I was thinking we might play a little more if that's alright with you." "You're still horny?" She asked me through the bathroom door. I intentionally ignored her question and left the bedroom to go get her purse, and the bag from the adult book store with the school girl costume inside. I turned off the lights and locked the front door, lingering a little longer than necessary downstairs for the sole purpose of giving her a little time to think by herself. When I came back into the bedroom, she was in bed and turned away from me. I turned the ceiling light on low, crept into bed and scooted over behind her. Lying right up next to her, I let my hands caress her side, hips and legs. She hadn't put her nightgown on.... she was still naked, so I guess she succumbed to the idea that there was more sex on tap for tonight. "So," I asked, "are you going to dress up in your Naughty School Girl outfit for me tomorrow?" "I just might." Cindy answered, as she chuckled into her pillow. "Are you going to dress up as my favorite teacher?" "Baby, I'll be who ever you want me to be. Would it turn you on if I pretended to be your teacher? Or, would you like me to be someone else?" I asked. "Well," she said, playfully, "who do you have in mind?" "Oh, I don't know," I answered, "maybe we could pretend you were a bad girl at school and bringing home a note from your principal, or something....." Then I added "And maybe you might to be punished. You might need a spanking, or something." "Or something? What kind of something did you have in mind?" My wife asked, giggling. I ran my hand down her body and nestled it between her legs from behind. As I did, she shifted her position and pulled one of her legs up, allowing me to touch her pussy from behind. As I slowly stroked the path between her bottom cheeks and her pussy lips, I said, "Well, I figure if you're going to be dressed in that little, tiny skirt, and laying over my lap for a spanking, I don't know how any red blooded man on this Earth man could resist touching and feeling everything. It seems like such a waste to have you in a vulnerable position like that and not take advantage of it." She opened her legs more for me, and my fingers found the incredible, slippery wetness of her girl spot. Very tenderly, I stroked the outside of her lips and up toward her clitoris taking extra care not to enter her vagina. "Oh! I see." She said. "So you think I would just lay there and supposedly let you feel me up and then spank me, too? Do you really think I'd allow that?" "I don't see that you'd have much choice." I replied. And, then deciding to try to continue our previous 'daddy role play', I said, "After all, if you were sent home from school with a note from the principal, you must have been pretty bad.... and I think a spanking from your father would be very much called for. Don't you?" It was at this time that I slowly put two fingers into her vagina. They slipped in easily, and again, I felt a swell of wetness envelop the palm of my hand as my fingers went into her all the way. She was wonderfully wet -- almost gushing. She pushed back into my hand and adjusted herself so she was lying on her tummy. Still facing away from me, but with her legs spread, I took that as my cue to continue fondling her. So, not speaking another word, she simply laid there and I did the best I could to masturbate her very slowly and, very lightly. I worked my way up and down her labia with very gentle and slight touches, lingering from time to time to diddle her clit and then slip easily back between the warmth of her pussy lips. She relaxed as I did this, allowing her body to sink into the softness of the bed, and giving me free reign to do anything I wanted to her. After a few minutes, I slipped one of my hands under her so I could play with her clit. With my other hand, I started a repeated thrusting motion with two of my fingers pressing against the front wall of her vagina, directly rubbing her G-spot. I knew it wouldn't be long before she couldn't resist the urge to wiggle and hump her hips at me. True enough, before long, she was alternately rubbing her mound down on my hand that was concentrating on her clit, and tilting her bottom up to allow by finger thrusts to get into her deeper and with more pressure. I watched for signs of her climax closely, and when it started, she began clamping down on my fingers with her PC muscles. I quickly pulled my hand away from her clit, but continued the pressure on her G-spot and let her just enjoy the feeling as her orgasm swept over her, and then slowly pass. I love making her cum like that, and she's so good about letting me touch her that way. We laid there for a few minutes before she turned over to face. She placed her hand on my cheek and said "Jim, can I tell you something?" "Uh huh. Of course, baby." I answered. "And, will you promise you won't ever hold this against me?" She asked. "Uh huh." I said. "Cross my heart and hope to die." She took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss me on the lips. "You were right about what you said before." She said. "I have thought about.... you know.... doing sexual things with my father. And yes, I got pretty turned on when you were saying those things and pretending to be my Dad." "Yeah, I know what you mean," I replied. "I have to admit, it really got me going, too. I can't believe I came twice. It was amazing." "Is that a little twisted, though?" She asked. "That we're both getting turned on thinking about me having sex with my father?" "I.... I'm not sure." I said. "I can't deny the idea of it is pretty much consuming every ounce of me right now." Before she could say anything else, I decided the best thing I could do, would be for me to be honest with her, so I asked, "Cindy, how about this..... I'll tell you what I was thinking about while we were doing that, if you'll tell me what you were thinking about. Is that a deal?" "Uh, okay." She said. "But, who's going to go first?" "You chicken!" I kidded her. "I'll go first..... provided we agree up front that we can each say anything we want and won't have to worry about the other person getting pissed off, or hurt or something. Okay?" "Hmm, that sounds fair." She replied. "So, go ahead...... you go first. Be honest, now.... what got you so turned on?" She asked. "Remember, you promised not to get mad or anything." I reminded her. She told me she remembered and it was safe to say anything I wanted. "Actually," I began, "there were a few different things that went through my mind. I guess the biggest thing is that I had this vision of you -- naked. You were lying back on the bed with your knees pulled up, and spread really wide..... and your Dad was fucking you. You were moaning and telling him how good it felt. You were running your hands through his hair, saying nasty things, and urging him on. In my mind, I kept seeing that image from one angle, and then from another angle I was watching his cock slide into you. Your head was tossing about from side to side like you were really getting off on it, and you kept smiling at me while he was fucking you." "You mean...... like you'd be there watching us?" She asked. "Well, hell! I mean, I love seeing you naked. And, I love seeing you be sexual. Is it so surprising that I would get turned on watching you have sex?" I answered. "I guess not," she said, "but with someone else?" "No," I replied, "you're not understanding me, babe. What I mean is - I would probably be really pissed to catch you, or, see you with anyone else. But, I know you love your Dad and I know he loves you. I know you're not going to leave me for him, and he's not going to leave your Mom for you. You're not going to catch anything from him and he's not going to catch anything from you..... so it's more like I would be watching you enjoy getting off on some good sex with your Dad -- it's not like you'd be cheating." "Jim, are you serious about that? Are you saying it would be okay for me to sleep with my Dad?" She asked. "Yes." I answered. "But, I doubt there would be much sleeping going on. I'm thinking you're going to be riding on top of him, sucking him off, taking him from behind.... maybe even letting him have your ass..... anything and everything." "And all that would be okay with you?" She replied. "Having oral, vaginal and anal sex with my father? Doing everything you and I do?" "Cindy, I can't believe I'm saying this, but, if you wanted to be with him, I'd easily give you my permission. All I ask is that you consider letting me watch you if you ever did it." I said. "Wait a minute." My wife said. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?" "To be completely honest..... yes.... I am serious. I wouldn't want you to sneak around or keep it from me. But, if you wanted to, you could have my permission." I said. My confession probably blew her away to a point of silence, because she was quiet for a minute or so before I said, "Ok, your turn now. Tell me what was going through your mind." It took a while for her to speak. "Do you remember when I stayed at my parent's house the week before our wedding?" She asked. I remembered. Her mother pressured her to stay there for a week while they got all the last minute things done for the wedding. There was final altering for the dresses, hair appointments, finding the right shoes.... just a ton of things they needed to finish up. I remember it well because she had been so incredibly horny that whole week. She snuck away every evening, making some excuse why she had to see me, then fucking me ragged and then rushing back to her parent's house for the night. I figured she was so horny simply because she was missing me, but, I was about to find out differently. "It's a long story," she continued to explain, "but, the bottom line is that the first day I was there, I caught my Dad with a pair of my panties. He was..... you know.... masturbating..... holding them up to his nose and smelling them while he did it....." "No way!" I replied. "He was getting off on your panties? How cool is that!" "I'm trying to be serious here, Jim." Cindy, said in a stern tone. "I had a pile of laundry in my old room that I was going to wash. It was just this big pile of clothes I was going to throw in the washer, and my panties from the day before were in it." She went on to tell me that her mother had gone out to the store, and Cindy had told her Dad that she was going to meet me for an early dinner. She left the house, and got about three blocks away before she realized she had forgotten her cell phone. So, turning around, she went back to her parent's house. She said that he apparently didn't hear her come in, and the next thing she knew, she was standing in the doorway to her room and he was in there, laying on her bed, pants down, cock out and stroking himself while he sniffed her panties. "Did he see you?" I asked. "No, I don't think so.... his eyes were closed." She said. "I was so shocked that I just backed out of the room and left as quietly as I could." "At first, I didn't know what to think about it, but, I've seen you do the same thing, and I've heard my girlfriend's talk about their boyfriends and husbands using their panties to jerk-off. I was just surprised to see my Dad doing it...... with my panties." She told me. "I started to wonder if he'd done it before," she said, "and then I remembered that there had been a few times in the past when some of my underwear mysteriously disappeared." As she told me her story, she said she finally accepted the possibility that he had probably been doing it for a long time, and honestly, it kind of turned her on. The thought of her own father smelling her panties, and masturbating with them, started a whole chain of fantasies with her and her Dad at the center of each one. "Don't you remember that first night I stayed over there?" She asked. "Remember you and I were supposed to go out for dinner, but when I got to your place, all I wanted to do was fuck?" It was true, I remembered it clearly. As soon as she got to my apartment, she wasn't there more than a few seconds before she stripped down to her panties and came at me. She didn't let me take her panties off for a long time, either.... and with all the touching and foreplay, she was literally dripping wet. After we fucked, instead of taking a shower as she usually did, she put those same panties back on and drove back to her parent's house. "I did something bad on the way home." She said. "I played with myself while I was driving. I couldn't get my mind off my Dad and my panties, and all I wanted to do was get home and give him a chance to find the panties I was wearing, and I wanted them to be wet and slippery." "I really wanted him to have them, Jim." Cindy said to me. "I wanted him to jerk himself off again and smell my wet panties while he did it." She told me when she got home, she went into her room and closed the door. She stripped, except for her panties, and stood in the middle of the room facing the door, hoping her Dad might come in and catch her. As she waited, she touched herself again, making herself cum as she stood there looking at the closed door, waiting for it to open. "Did he come in?" I asked. "No, he never did," she answered, "and I probably would have chickened out if he would have, but I kept thinking I would just stand there and wait for him to come in, and if he did, I would pull my panties down to my knees and just stand there and let him look at me." "I would love to see that." I told her. "That would be so cool to watch you expose yourself to him." She went on to tell me that the next morning, she left those same panties lying on the floor of her parent's bathroom, saying "Their shower is much bigger than the one in the bathroom across from my old room, so I asked if I could use their bathroom. When I was done, I just left my panties on the floor. An hour later I went back to see if they were still there, and, they were gone. I'm sure if my Mom would have found them she would have tossed them in my room, so, I knew Daddy found them." I started to ask her some more questions about that week she stayed with them, but, she interrupted me saying it was my turn again...... my turn to share more of my thoughts. "Okay." I reluctantly agreed. Then thinking a minute, I smiled over at her. "I think I'd like to see him give you a spanking." I said. "You would look so good all dressed up in your little school girl outfit, wearing some cute, little girl panties stretched across your little butt and creased up between your pussy lips. I would tell him you were bad and needed a spanking. Then I would stand you in front of him and pull up your little skirt and hold it up above your waist. Then I would make you tell him you were bad, and you'd tell him you should be spanked." "Wait!" I said suddenly, changing my mind. "Even better.... you would tell him you needed a spanking on your bare bottom. Then you'd pull your panties down and stand in front of him, letting him look at you until he was ready to spank. I might make you spread your legs while he looked at you so he could see everything. And, oh yeah - you'd be shaved." She reached down to feel my cock, and finding it was completely hard, she gave it a few slow strokes. "You really are getting off on this, aren't you?" She asked. "I can just see you standing there in front of him with me holding your skirt up above your waist, and your panties down at your knees." I said. "He might reach out and feel your pussy, you know...... and you'd have to let him. You'd have to stand there while he touched your soft lips.... completely shaven ahead of time so your Daddy could see all of you clearly. I wouldn't want you to hide anything from him, baby..... I would just want you to stand there and let him look, and touch, as long as he wanted to." "What about the spanking?" She asked, still stroking my cock, nuzzling into my neck, and kissing me lightly. "You would have to stand there until he was ready to spank you, Cindy. Eventually, I'd slowly move you to his lap, lay you down and pull your skirt up as far as it would go. Then, I'd immediately spread your legs so he could see I was giving him permission to touch you. He might make you stay there for an hour while he touched your pussy and that nice ass of yours before he gave you the first swat." I said. "So you would just stand there and watch while he put his fingers in me. Up inside me?" She asked. "Oh, sure." I answered. "I might even hold your butt cheeks open so he could touch your butt, too" "You mean my butt hole?" Cindy was shocked, I could tell it in her voice. But, she kept stroking me. "Oh, come on," I said, "you know you love it when I touch you there. And you would love it if he touched you there, too. You would wiggle your little bottom and moan like a baby when his finger went inside, so don't pretend you wouldn't like it." I was right, and she knew it. We discovered our mutual love of anal play soon after we started dating. For her it was insanely nasty and erotic, and for me, I loved seeing her shudder when my finger slipped inside her cute butt. In her mind, that was just about the most personal thing a woman could do....... open her ass up to be felt or fucked..... and I soon learned how to take advantage of her darkest desires. "Okay," I said, "Now it's your turn, again. Be honest and me exactly what you'd like to do with your father if you were given the chance." Cindy’s Daddy Ch. 02 "What exactly does that mean?" She asked. "It means," I explained, "let's just say you could get together with your father. Tell me how you'd like to see it happen. Tell me what you'd do." Cindy let go of my cock and rolled over onto her back. Moving her body right up next to me, she laid her hand on my chest, and sighed as she rubbed her fingers across my nipples. "Well," she began, "I don't see it happening quite like you do, Honey." "I mean," she explained, "your fantasy of seeing me across my Dad's lap with my skirt up and my panties down sounds exciting, but, it's not very realistic. He's never spanked me, so I can't see him ever doing that. But," she quickly added, "that doesn't mean it can't be your fantasy. I just doubt it would happen like that." Cindy seemed to pause for a minute, and then as she fidgeted with the hairs on my chest, I sensed some hesitancy in her. "Come on." I urged. "Tell me how you see it happening." Now, my wife isn't what you'd call 'shy' or 'reserved'. I very rarely see her hold back, and when she has something to say, she usually says it. And, given the fact that we'd already had sex while we role played me being her father...... and given the fact that I'd already told her my nasty vision of her having sex with him, I really thought she'd be ready to share. But, Cindy seemed to be stalling as she twisted her fingers around my nipples and nervously played with my chest. I decided to wait her out, and patiently, I just kept quiet. Her fingers never stopped moving on my chest, and I knew she was either unsure or confused about what to do. Finally, after a few agonizing minutes, she snuggled her head down into a soft spot in the crook of my arm and started to speak. "Jim, I know we were just having fun before...... when we were fucking and I was calling you Daddy. And, then when you were telling me how you envisioned it -- I knew it was just a harmless fantasy. Even when you said you'd let him fuck me, I just figured it was part of the fantasy we were sharing, and I admit I was getting off on it. We both were." Cindy shifted her weight, threw her leg over my body and in a few seconds, she was lying on top of me, resting her head on my shoulder. She wasn't trying to be sexual; it was more like she was cuddling with me, and as I wrapped my arms around her, I felt her body melt into mine, and she kissed my neck. "Parts of your fantasy," she said, softly, "I really like. The part where you expose me, maybe undress me in front of him, I really liked that part a lot. And where you said you'd slowly lead me to him, I like that, too." Her voice was so soft, and I could feel her breath on my neck as she spoke. When she said she liked the part where I exposed her to her father, I felt myself starting to get hard again. Cindy felt it, too, and she opened her legs a little, wiggling around until my hardening cock was at the gap between her legs. Then, she began speaking again, but this time, she was less hesitant. She told me that in her mind, it would happen at her parent's house. She'd be dressed in a skirt with a button-up blouse. Out of the blue, I'd simply take her by the hand and lead her to her old room. I'd close the door and we'd embrace, kissing passionately while I felt her up. She said we wouldn't speak at all, we'd just be kissing. As we kissed, the door would quietly open and her father would look in at us. She said I'd smile at her father, and wave him into the room. Of course, he'd enter, but once he did, he'd close the door, move directly to her old bed and he'd sit down. Then, I'd take her by the hand, move her to the center of the room, and still without saying a word, I'd stand behind her and turn her to directly face her father. Slowly, I'd bring my arms up from behind and place them on her breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them while her father watched. I'd be kissing her neck from behind, gently placing tiny kisses on her skin from her ears down to her shoulders, and while I did that, my hands would begin to unbutton her blouse. She told me she wouldn't try to stop me. She'd just stand there, looking at her father while I unbuttoned her blouse all the way down, and then I'd remove it so he could see her in her bra. She stopped talking for a minute and looked down at me. "You're hard again." She said, quietly whispering in my ear. "I can feel you poking into me down there. Just be still now, okay?" Cindy wiggled her hips and scooted down on me, and I felt my cock nudge up against her pussy lips. With the grace of a ballerina, she moved herself in such a way that my cock entered her easily, and as she moaned in my ear, she pushed herself down on top of my rod and then settled down on top of my chest again, not moving at all. She giggled for an instant and I felt her squeeze my cock. "Don't move a muscle." Cindy said, then she continued with her story. After I removed her blouse, she told me my hands would move to the zipper of her skirt and I'd pull it down, allowing the skirt to fall on the floor around her ankles. "I'd feel so exposed like that, Honey." She whispered to me, as she squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles. "But, you'd know how much I've secretly dreamed about this and how much I've always wanted this. And, you'd know I was too scared to do it myself, so you were there to help me expose myself to my father." Cindy's pussy was squeezing my cock harder now, and she was moving minutely on top of me, gently rocking back and forth, while she squeezed my cock. She said she'd be wearing some very small panties, just barely big enough to cover her pussy, and I'd start to touch her there, between her legs, while her father watched. She'd move her legs apart to make room for my hand, and I'd run my fingers up and down her pantied pussy, creasing her panties up into her slit while I stood behind her. After a minute, though, I'd move my hands to her waistband and slide her panties down her thighs, stopping at her knees. She said she'd be looking directly at her father the whole time to see his reaction. She told me she wanted to see the look on his face when her cleanly shaven pussy was revealed to him for the first time. She told me how embarrassed she would feel, but, she didn't want me to stop, she wanted me to continue undressing her until she was completely naked. Cindy has moving more on top of me now. She was using her arms, now stretched out above my head, to push her body down against my cock. She was starting to grind herself on me, and she'd stop talking for a few seconds to catch her breath, squeeze my cock and then start talking again. She confessed to me that even though she was too afraid to do any of this on her own, having me do it for her was a dream come true, the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy she'd harbored deep inside her. This longing, which she'd hidden since she was a teenager, had eaten away at her for years, and now that she was finally able to live it, she didn't want it to end -- she wanted me to continue. And, she told me I did. Leaving her panties at her knees, I released the clasp on her bra and pulled it from her. Still, with not a word being said between either of us and her father, she stood silently as her breasts were exposed. My hands went to her nipples and as I pinched them lightly, she told me she'd have to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She told me she'd be sopping wet by then, and how I'd run my fingers up her slit to prove it to her father. She told me how I'd reach down and gently pull her lips apart so her father could see the glistening pinkness between her legs, and how I'd finally push her panties down and have her step out of them. As she spoke, Cindy was almost fully fucking me now. Her hips were moving and she was sliding back and forth on my cock, grinding down on my pubic bone when she pushed all the way down on me. Her eyes were just tiny slits and I knew she was practically in a dream state -- somewhere between reality and fantasy as she fucked me and told me her version of our nasty fantasy. "You'd bend down," she said in between breaths, "to pick up my panties and you'd hand them to Daddy." I reached to her chest and began to pinch her nipples the way she likes to be pinched. When I did, she raised up and starting riding me, huffing and puffing for a second and then abruptly stopping as she sat on top of me, feverishly grinding down on me again. "Now that I was naked," she resumed her story, "you'd move me in front of Daddy and gently push me down so I was on my knees in front of him as he sat on the bed. Then, you'd bend down and kiss me, whispering in my ear that you were giving me to my father for the night, and then you'd leave the room and close the door." All of a sudden, Cindy started to buck wildly on top of me, crashing down on my cock and fucking me hard. Then, throwing herself down on my chest, she started to groan. "Please fuck your little girl, Daddy." She moaned in my ear. "Jim said it was okay. Please, Daddy..... I've waited so long." With that, I wrapped my arms around her and holding her to my chest, I rolled over so I was on top. I reached down to grab her feet and pulled them way up, and held them out. "Your Daddy's here now, Cindy." I said. "Daddy's going to give you your wish." I fucked her unmercifully, holding her legs up and out while I looked down to watch my cock slide in and out of Cindy's beautiful pussy. Her fingers dropped down and she started to play with her self as I fucked her. I could feel her fingers touch the shaft of my cock as she explored her lips and played with her clit. "Yes, Daddy! Yes!" Cindy screamed. "Fuck me!" We were both too far gone to be careful with what we were saying now. Fantasy or not, I didn't care. "I want your father to fuck you, Cindy." I said, as I pounded into her. "You can spend the night with him..... you have my permission. I'm serious, no more bull shit about this." "I'd come right back to you in the morning." She answered, gasping for breath. "And.... you could, uh,....." "Oh, baby...." I moaned, "I'd love to lick you and have you sit on my face...... and tell me everything you did with your father while we fucked. Would you do that for me?" "Yes! Yes!" She exclaimed. ""Swear to me you'll do it." I said, not caring anymore what she'd think. "Swear to me you'll fuck him." Cindy started to cum first. She froze and started to shake, gritting her teeth and thrashing around on the bed, under me. I felt her pussy muscles contract on my cock and then I was helpless after that. My cock surged, and then it felt like a year's worth of cum shot out of my cock and into her warmth. I was in total rapture as my balls unloaded into her, feeling ripple after ripple of pleasure cover my body. When we were both done, and our sweaty bodies were lying compressed on top of each other, neither one of us had the strength to do anything but try to catch our breath. After a few minutes, I rose up off of her and looked down at my wife. "I wasn't kidding, Cindy." I asserted. "You have my permission to fuck your father." Smiling up at me, she replied, "If you can set it up and make it happen, I'll do it." And, that's how I came to be sitting here, knowing tonight was the night to talk to Bert, Cindy's dad, and my father. I knew exactly what I was going to say, and I was praying he'd hear me out. If it went well, Cindy would have her wish, and..... I would have mine, too. To be continued...