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Daddy Writes Erotica

By: mtnman2003



Patti read stories online about family incest, about a Daddy's desires for his baby girl. He wrote about his baby "Patti".

Could it be her Daddy? Writing stories about her? What if he wanted her that way? What if he fantasized about her? What if his cock was really 9 ½ inches long and fat? Her insides trembled! Her sex ached, her hand moved quickly to her mound. What if?

She closed her eyes. In the privacy of her bed room, Patti could really pretend it was her Daddy. If he only knew! Knew how many times she had noted the bulge in his shorts while they played basketball in the gym. Noticed how many times she backed into him with more than a dribbling move to the basket in mind. God how she had wanted him to grab her hips, to pull her ass to him, feel him, feel his rigid cock pressed between them.

Her throat was dry. Her fingers played over her mound, slipping into her cleft. She could feel her clit. Doors closed, everyone is asleep. "Oh God," she muttered out loud. Yes, she would masturbate! She would please herself! Again! Daddy would do it for her. She would pretend Daddy was licking her wet slit, sucking her hard, engorged clit into his mouth. Her eyes closed tightly. Quickly, she pulled her panties down below her knees. Spreading her legs wide, soles of her feet touching, her hand moved slowly to her mound. Her middle finger moved cautiously, sensuously to her slit, her dainty fingertip slipping softly between her engorged lips. They were slick, her juices seeping from her hole. She spread her juices across her clit. Her finger mashed the sensitive hood flat to her mound. God it felt good. Her hips jumped upwards. "Daddy," she whispered. She growled deep in her throat. "Yes Daddy," she said as she moved her fingers back and forth over the clit, mashing it firmly. Two fingers rubbed back and forth, spreading her body's juices, mashing her clit. Her mind pictured her Daddy, remembering his stories, remembering how he loved to suckle his daughter's clit, to please his baby. Her Daddy would please her too. She groaned as the feelings in her sex increased, moved her body toward orgasm. Several minutes later, warmth spread over her body, her breath quickened. Her fingers probed her wet hole, driving deep into her body. Pumping them in and out, her other hand flicked her clit back and forth faster, harder. Her body convulsed, her hips lurched upwards as her body ripped through her orgasm. "Daddy!" she blurted out loud. "Daddy!" she whispered between gasps for air. "I love you Daddy," she moaned softly, drifting to sleep.

Her mind wandered. She had always done everything for Daddy. He was a stud athlete! He was very tall, very athletically gifted. He was a college scholarship athlete. She attended the same high school as he had growing up. His name was on all the school record boards. She constantly competed with him! She was better! She had to be!

And she had God given size, speed, strength, and talent. She was blessed! She even had the fire in her belly that top athletes need to be winners. She and her Daddy were close! He coached her early sports teams, worked constantly with her to improve skills, speed, agility, footwork, eye coordination, and more. She loved her time with him. Her eyes closed, she could smell him, the closeness, the sweat, the feel of his hugs, the strength of his arms, his body.

The stories she read constantly reminded her of him. The Daddy in the stories had an athletic daughter, a top state athlete. His daughter excelled in softball. She excelled in softball. His daughter's team won the state championship, hers' had as well. His daughter's team had won a national championship, hers' had as well. Just too many coincidences for me not to consider the possibilities. It had to be my Daddy writing about me! In the stories, the daughter's best friend was Sara. My best friend was Sara. The story daughter had turned 18 in September of her senior year. I had turned 18 last September as well. I was now close to graduating! And I would be going to a Div I college on a softball scholarship like the daughter in the stories. But my mom was still alive and living at home. But.... It had to be him! He definitely was the author???

My Daddy the author? The author of stories about sex! Stories about sex with me! My friend! Stories of Mom joining in sex with Daddy, Sara, and me. And then a brother got to be included! I was wet, my body flooding my sex with juices. Glancing at the clock, I had another 8-9 minutes before Mom would yell for me to get up. I again reached to my crotch, my fingers quickly reaching into my sex. God it felt good, touching my self. I wonder if Daddy would do this for me. Would he lick my slit, suck my clit into his mouth? I wanted so badly to have him grab my clit in the mouth, his teeth holding my clit as his tongue danced over the flesh. Daddy was flicking me, biting me, driving a finger into my wet hole. I could feel him, touching me, caressing me, biting me. My cunt jumped high above my bed, my sex open for him. "God Daddy," I screamed out loud. My breathing was ragged. I could not get a breath. Gritting my teeth, my body exploded into orgasm. This time, convulsions caused my body to flop on the bed, my legs clamping shut as my knees drove upwards toward my chest. Spasms wracked me, my cunt twitching with each flick of my clit. I could not stop. Daddy would make me cum twice. He always did in the stories. My mind exploded, a second orgasm running through my groin, my sex flooding my fingers as I shoved two in my wet cunt. 

"Oh my God," I whispered as I rolled to my side, curling up. Am I Daddy's little slut? Would I fuck him for real? Could I get him to want me? To take me? I ached! My body yearned for his touch, his cock. I shuttered silently as another small orgasm rolled through my body. I pulled my hand from my crotch, squeezing my legs together. I sucked my fingers into my mouth, tasting me. Minutes passed, I had to get up, showered, and dressed for school.

I arrived early, meeting Sara as planned. I looked at her. She was very pretty, athletic, and adventuresome. We knew each other's intimate secrets. Neither of us had had sex. Just not of great interest. We both dated extensively. Neither had a real steady boyfriend. Again, similarities jumped to mind. What if Daddy had been watching through cameras in my bedroom, bathroom? No, Daddy would, could not do that! I noticed Sara, her breasts pronounced by the body tight knit she was wearing. Her nipples were stiff! "Sara," I quipped. "You little vixen," I continued. "You have a bra on?" I asked surprising my self.

Flexing her pecs, turning to me, Sara stood proud. "Yes Patti," she responded. "Just a very thin one," she acknowledged. Pulling her blouse down taut over the breasts, she surveyed them. "Not bad huh," she said, raising her eyes to catch mine. I glanced up with her, having seen her tit flesh pressed firmly to the material.

"Not bad sweetie," I responded, leaning to give her a quick hug. Her body pressed against mine. We hesitated, both feeling the hardness of her nipples, my nipples , touching. It was electric! "My goodness," I breathed softly into her ear. She knew what I meant. She moaned audibly into my ear. Pulling back, we stared at each other. My mind raced. Again, the stories came to mind. The Daddy described how the best friends explored, played, talked about sex. Could we? Would Sara be willing to share with me? Could I confide in her? My mind raced 100 mph. "Ah, class time," I sighed. "Later," and I was off. Now, I had another whole set of thoughts to mingle with my scrambled ones. Did I want that to happen? Did I want Sara? Did I want to have sex with a female? It had to be hormones. I was just horny! Nothing more! Or was there?

All day, my mind ran the gamut of thought. Daddy this, Sara that? And sex, my mind was constantly on sex! By last period, I had to go to the bathroom to relieve myself, making my body cum in record time. And quietly! I could hear the other girls talking, but could not make a sound as my body erupted into orgasm. My piss following cumming felt terrific. It almost caused a second orgasm pissing. Amazing! I ran back to class, my face flushed! I noted Sara staring at me, her eyes questioning me.

"Nothing," I quipped!

"Your red face does not look like nothing," she responded.

I grinned sheepishly. I just squeezed my thighs together, feeling my clit trapped between my legs. I wiggled softly, adding to the sensitivity already in my crotch. I glanced back to Sara, her nipples hard again. She caught me staring, even turning to me slightly for a better view. I was determined to suck her nipples after class today! "Holy fuck," my mind screamed. I looked away, startled! My crotch spasmed one more time.

After we finished classes for the day, we hit the field for softball practice. Today focused on conditioning, a hot, sweaty practice followed. I needed a shower. If I followed the scripts of the author's stories, I could be having meaningful, wanton sex by this evening without losing my virginity. But what if it was not my Daddy's stories?

My mind worked out a plan for the seduction of Sara. We headed back to my place, only Mom was home. And she never bothered us once we hit my room. As we entered, I hit the music, started undressing to get a shower. 

Showers were very important, and a great opportunity for the author of the stories. Many a seduction had been accomplished, with water cascading over a lithe body. With a large, tub shower adjoining my room, why not. "Sara, want to get a quick shower with me," I asked? 

"Sure," Sara replied. 

I pictured the stories, how the author had the girls giggling, soaping their own bodies, but turning to face each other. Hard nipples, a small gasp, eyes focused on each other, looking deep into the eyes, moving slowly to kiss. My crotch throbbed! "Damn," I muttered out loud. 

"What," Sara asked? 

As I turned, I found Sara stark naked, her nipples rigid, her tits pointed upwards, supported with taut skin, goose bumps as she moved toward me. I did not move as she stepped toward me. Eyes locked, we hesitated for a moment, then she stepped close to me, her body pressing against mine. Our tits touched, our nipples areola to areola. I leaned to her, my lips stretching to reach hers, my hand moving to the back of her head. I pulled her to me, my lips capturing hers. Our kiss, so soft, so many passions bridled in that instant. I felt her breath escape her as it rushed between our mouths. My tongue darted to her lips, touching her, searching. An eternity in an instant! I groaned, pulling her closer. 

My Daddy wrote this script. His words, his stories lead to this. Was I a lesbian? Was I bi? Her body felt so good to me, her kiss was so soft. Her arms circled my neck, pulling my lips to her harder, her tongue exploding into my mouth as a guttural groan erupted deep in her body. I could feel her body melding to me. Daddy's stories had prepared me for this moment! I was ready! I was willing! I wanted her. I could feel her tits pressing firmly against me, her cunt pressed firmly against mine. My free hand slid down her backside, cupping her ass. I pulled her body closer, grinding my sex to her. Our cunts pressed close. Our breathing was changing. I could feel her, her body responding to my kisses, her hips humping against me as I pulled her close. I broke the kiss, looking quickly to her for guidance. 

"Waters running," she whispered, stepping around me and into the shower. I turned to watch, looking her body up and down. Ok Daddy, what's next crossed my mind. I watched as she stepped under the showerhead. The water cascaded down her body, dripping from her nipples, running over the taut abdomen. Glancing at her cunt, I noticed a clean, shaven body. Her labia protruded, engorged. I knew my next step, having read his stories many times. I kneeled to my knees, leaned to her, moving forward to stick my tongue into her cleft. I found her clit, hard, extending to my mouth. Her hips flared, she thrust her mound forward, driving her cunt to me. I opened my mouth, sucking her clit between my teeth. Biting down gently, I flicked my tongue back and forth, mashing her sex against the inside of my teeth. I was living his stories! How many times had he done this, or the girls of the stories shared their bodies. I grabbed her ass, pulling her body forward, driving my mouth hard to her, sucking her clit deep, sucking her juices quickly. My tongue ravaged her clit, her knees buckling slightly as I thrust my head back and forth. I knew what she liked, Daddy's stories had fed me everything I needed to know. Even the musky taste was expected. I devoured her clit, wanting to make her cum on my tongue. Her hips humped me involuntarily as I licked back and forth along her slit. Dipping my tongue into her wet hole, I shoved hard, forcing my tongue to penetrate her body. Her body dropped, literally squatting on my face as I tongue fucked her. Her hands reached to her tits, squeezing hard, pulling her nipples in the process. 

"Oh God Patti," Sara groaned. A hand dropped to my head, pulling me hard to her. I pulled back, sucking her clit into my mouth. I thrashed her button, listening to her breathing, grinding my mouth hard to her, my tongue dancing over the flesh. Seconds passed, her body froze, flexing all muscles into that instant before your orgasm rips through your senses. I grabbed her clit, biting firmly, thrashing it in my mouth. As her orgasm erupted, ripping through her body, she convulsed on my mouth, her words incoherent for the moment. I sucked her flesh hard. As her body relaxed, I kissed my way up her torso, taking my time to kiss and suck each nipple. Sara melted in my arms as I leaned to kiss her. Stepping back, I took the soap, and washed her body slowly, sensuously. As she slumped against the shower wall watching, I washed my body thoroughly, wanting to be very clean for her. Moments passed, I turned the water off, and exited the shower. 

"Come on Sara," I whispered as I dried. "My turn," I whispered huskily.

I moved quickly to my bed, flopping down on my back. I watched the bathroom door, my hand lazily reaching between my legs to trace my slit top to bottom. I was going to tell Sara about my suspicions' regarding my Dad's possible authorship. I was going to tell her while she ate my pussy. I spread my legs wide, stroking my inner thighs slowly, deliberately. Closing my eyes, I pictured Sara, her face between my legs, her nose buried against my clit, her mouth, tongue probing my wet hole. 

I did not have to instruct Sara. Moving to the bed, she crawled up between my legs, staring at my close cropped cunt. Her fingers reached to touch me, her fingertips sliding into my slit. I was soaked, coating her fingers with my juices. Rising to my elbow, I reached to her, pulling her to me. I tilted my hips slightly, offering my cunt to her. She instinctively knew what to do next. Her mouth softly captured my clit, sucking it gently into her mouth. I closed my eyes, absorbing the sensations she was giving me.

"Sara, have you ever read erotic stories?" I asked. Holding my clit firmly in her mouth, she shook her head "no". "I do often," I offered. "And you know what," I asked? "I love the Daddy/daughter incest stories the best," I told her, staring into her eyes, her lips clamped to my clit. I growled deeply as she took a big bite of my cunt. "Mmmmmm," I groaned. "I think my Daddy writes some of the stories I have read," I told her. I waited for her to comprehend what I said. She pulled off my clit.

"How would you know," she asked, licking her lips, diving back to my swollen clit.

"Because some stories are about a softball playing Patti and Sara," I grunted. She froze in mid lick.

"No way," she responded. "Not your dad," she said emphatically. She froze in mid thought. "He's fucking sexy though!" she quipped, diving back to my cunt. In that instant, I came to the realization that it was more than the stories that intrigued me. I was about to respond to her when lights flashed, blood rushed, and I almost passed out. Sara jammed two fingers into my wet hole, shoving them palm deep into my body. She thrashed my cunt hard, pulling her fingers out and slamming them back in. My hips bucked, lifting to her mouth, humping against her chin as she pounded my cunt. Lying back, I placed my hands under my ass, lifting upwards, opening my legs for her.

"Fuck me Sara," I instructed. A moment passed as she pounded my body repeatedly. "Oh God Daddy," my voice trailed off. "Fuck your baby girl," I whispered. My body exploded into orgasm, my legs lifting up, clamping around Sara's head. "Yes!" I screamed. Sara rode out my orgasm, allowing my body to absorb the feelings. She licked me softly, playfully.

"So Daddy fucked his baby girl," she inquired.

"Sara, he fucks us both in the stories," I told her. "We have lots of sex with him," I followed. "He fucks us senseless," I continued. "With a huge cock," I giggled. 

"You really think it's him," Sara asked.

"I don't really know, but how can we find out," I responded.

"We need access to his computer," she instructed. "Probably the one in his home office," she continued. 

"You think we can find something," I asked, anticipating the excitement of the search. "What if it is him," I wanted to know. "Could we fuck him," I muttered, not knowing the answer myself.

"Can we fuck him together," Sara asked, licking her lips? 

"Come on, get dressed. He'll be here in about an hour," I told her.

Dressing quickly, we headed down the stairs, rounded the corner of the kitchen. "Hey Mom, I need to search the internet for a moment on Dad's computer," I lied. "Mines busy doing some defrag something or another," I continued, knowing she would not have a clue, but approving my request.

"Ok sweetie," she responded. "Hi Sara," she continued! 

Sara waved, quickly following me into his office. She moved to sit down at his desk. "Ok," she said, pulling the start menu up quickly. "This should be real easy. He is not a computer geek, and probably does not realize I can search for words in his files," she talked to both me and herself. Pulling up the search options, she selected 'all files and folders', selected 'containing a word or phrase', entered "cunt", and hit the go button. The computer whirled to life, searching it guts for the phrase. Dad's computer had several directories, so the search continued.

"This is so hot," whispered Sara, leaning to kiss my cheek. I was leaning near her shoulder, staring at the computer screen. "I so want to fuck him," growled Sara.

"Sara," I replied protectively. "If it's him, I get him first, or maybe we share him first," but you do not get him without me being first," I ordered. "You got that," I quizzed?

She hesitated, staring at the screen. "Well," she was interrupted. "Look," she said pointing to the screen. In one of the partitioned directories, a folder under winword started listing file after file with the word 'cunt". I reached to hit 'stop search'. I stood in shock. I looked at the names of the files. I found my favorites listed. 

"Holy shit," I whispered. "It's him," I said as the realization filtered in. "Let's go to my room," I ordered.

Clearing the computer, we headed back to my room. I sat stunned. It really was my father! He had written stories about our lives. Well, our fantasy lives. Or his fantasy life. Sara sat grinning ear to ear. "Ok, so what do we do," she inquired. 

"I need time to think," I responded. "To plan," I followed. "We learned this from his computer," I told her. "His private computer," I finished. I stared at her blankly.

"It's Ok," she said. "Isn't it," she followed quickly. "I have to go home for dinner. Call me later," she said, moving quickly up from the bed. She leaned to kiss me firmly on the mouth. My breath escaped me as I yearned for more. We bounded down stairs together. She headed out. "See ya," she shouted.


Daddy Writes Erotica Ch. 02



I bounded up the stairs, almost breathless. I think I had just propositioned my Daddy. Or at least gave him the idea that sex with me was possible.

I grabbed my phone, calling Sara. I reached under my shorts, feeling my wet panties covering my sex. I slipped my fingers between my lips, covering my clit. My body jumped. It felt so, so good. I massaged my clit sitting waiting for Sara to answer her phone.

"Hey," Sara answered. 

"Hi," I responded. I hesitated only slightly. "I just touched my Dad's cock," I whispered into the phone. Silence! Dead pan silence. "Sara," I whispered, wanting acknowledgement.

"You touched his cock," she asked?

"Well, sort of," I responded, wondering if I should explain.

"You have got to tell me," Sara stated excitedly. "Should I come over?" she continued. "Maybe we could," her voice trailed off. I knew what she was thinking. An unspoken premise to get us together. An opportunity for more. I pictured it in my mind. I could see us locked in our young passions. Both thinking of the possibilities.

"Not tonight," I inserted, breaking the uncomfortable silence. I wanted my Daddy for myself tonight. I wanted his cock for me! Only me tonight! "You know how he gives me backrubs when I sit in front of him? Well, after dinner I had him do it again. But I turned around like usual, laid my arms across his thighs. But this time, I moved up, my hands were directly over his cock. I could feel it under my palms. Each time he leaned over me, my hands pressed down on his cock. And I stroked it with my thumb!" I continued.

"You stroked it," Sara asked, interrupting me.

"Yes, but not very much. His hips jumped up against my hands. Mom didn't see," I offered. "He groaned softly," I finished. "I am so horny now," I volunteered. "I am masturbating while I talk to you," I said, expecting some kind of reaction.

"Me too," laughed Sara. "Oh God I am so wet," she whispered. "I want to suck your clit," she whispered. "I want to make you cum," she growled into the phone. I groaned in return.

"Almost there," I whispered back to her. "Want me to cum? Want to hear me cum," I asked? 

"Oh fuck yes," Sara whispered. "Cum for me. Put your phone by your pussy! Let me hear how wet you are," she continued.

"Ok," I grunted out loud, knowing I was almost there. My juices were running wild, flooding my sex. Holding the phone an inch from my clit, I thrashed my lips, my clit back and forth, mashing the flesh hard. The juices made lots of noise as I thrashed back and forth over the slick flesh. Using my fingertip, I circled the nub, mashing it firmly. Instantly, my hips arched, my orgasm peaking, holding, then exploding through my crotch. I pulled the phone back to my mouth. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I grunted into the phone. I let out a low, drawn out groan into the phone.

"Oh God," grunted Sara. "I'm cumming," she almost screamed into the phone. "Oh shit!" grunted Sara, "that was hot," she breathed. "How many fingers can you get in your pussy," she asked. "I can get three started to the middle knuckle," she whispered again.

"Me too," I whispered back, shoving my three fingers into my cunt. I thrashed in and out quickly, enjoying the feeling. Nothing was said for the next couple of minutes, just our breathing shared over the phone. As breathing returned to normal, I sucked my fingers into my mouth. I tasted my cunt juices. "Do you suck your fingers," I asked into the phone, surprising myself.

"God yes," Sara responded. "Hey, I gotta run," she whispered. "See ya later," she followed quickly, hanging up.

With the phone still held by my ear, I continued to masturbate softly. A second orgasm slowly washed over my body, the warmth spreading throughout my whole being. I pictured Daddy, his lips attached to my clit as I lifted my hips to him, offering my sex. My whole being was now focused on sex, getting sex, cumming, and my Daddy. Glancing at the clock, I knew I had to study for the next hour or hour and a half. I pulled my panties to cover my slit, sniffed my fingers, and sucked each one into my mouth, cleaning my skin of my juices. I liked the taste!

For the next 90-minutes, I studied hard. However, not all thoughts were of English. I read parts of the required play, and my mind would wander. I played scenes from Daddy's stories over and over in my head. That was it. I would wear my night shirt to watch the movie. But, I would wear nothing underneath. And maybe, I would get to play out my favorite scene from one of his stories. And then my mind forced itself back to studies. But I had only one real subject on my mind. And it was between Daddy's legs.

Not able to concentrate on my classes any more, I wrapped up about 8:30 p.m. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I admired my body. Lithe, firm, my body looked terrific. I lifted each tit, blowing cool air across the nipple, each responding to stand straight up. I had big, puffy nipples, the areolas over an inch in a light brown color. I trimmed my pubic hair regularly, a small patch over my slit. Twirling, I looked to my ass, my best feature. Hard, taut, my ass was chewable. I laughed out loud. I hoped Daddy would chew gently on my ass! His stories always included fucking his daughters' ass. His penetrations so deep, so hard, his body would slap against her flesh. My insides churned. God I wanted to try that. I was on perpetual flooding, my cunt was soaked. I changed into my long night shirt, pulling it down to admire my hard nubs apparent under the material. Shaking my shoulders, I watched the nipples swim under the material. Taking a deep breath, I hurried down stairs.

"Hey Daddy, are you still up for it," I asked bouncing into the family room. Daddy looked me up and down, a slow, almost inaudible whistle emanated from him. He glanced quickly to Momma. I stood, twisting back and forth, pulling the bottom of my night shirt down playfully. Mom was lost in her handheld Sudoku game she received for Christmas, oblivious to our banter. I pulled the bottom of my night shirt up just slightly, flashing a quick glance to my crotch. While not planned, it got a wide eyed stare from my Daddy.

"I'll get up for it!" responded my Daddy, playing on my words. "Popcorn," he asked. I nodded affirmative. He stood, flexing at the hips to pull his hips back, pulling the front of his shorts away from his cock. I watched intently. He moved quickly by me, heading for the kitchen. I moved to take my place on the couch, careful not to give Mom a peek at my naked body under my night shirt. I grabbed one of the comfort blankets we had on the couch to cover my curled up legs. Snuggled in, I was ready for the movie.

Within a couple of minutes, Daddy returned. "It's already 9:15 honey, you sure you want to do this," he asked. I was not sure which he wanted a response to, the time or the planned activities. 

"Daddy, I am not a baby," I responded. "Besides, I can sleep till 7am if needed tomorrow, first class is study hall," I finished. Daddy stared intently at me, his face a mixture of confusion, lust, and questions. "Got any chick flicks," I asked? What I really wanted was a movie that would have some kind of sexual overtones, even some simulated sex scenes that would make my Momma squirm, but make me and Daddy think of the possibilities.

"I was hoping to see Basic Instinct," he offered. "I just purchased it this past weekend and have not had the chance to see it," he followed. "One of the greats," his voice trailed off as he read the movie cover. He looked to me.

"Fine with me," I responded, settling in with the bowl of popcorn.

"Done," Mom interrupted. She glanced up from her hand held, her pointer in the air as an exclamation point. "6 minutes, 13 seconds," she stated to neither of us in particular. She loved her sudoku's! She glanced to each of us. "You guys know how late it is already," she asked. We both nodded. "Well, I need to be up and at it early tomorrow, so I am going to bed," she stated, moving to stand. Daddy pulled her hand, feigning lifting a heavy weight from the couch. I admired her shapely form. I hoped to have such a terrific shape at her age.

Stretching, I leaned up to get my good night kiss from Momma. Momma hugged Daddy, and trundled off to bed. Daddy inserted the disc in the DVD, and we settled to watch the movie.

The movie fit my bill, with Sharon Stone being a very attractive, sexy woman with raw sex drives, and Michael Douglas being seduced. Their simulated sex scenes were hard, fast, and erotic. I watched my Dad, inviting him to sit beside me as we ate the popcorn. His leg brushed mine, the electricity evident. I am sure he sat stoic on purpose, wondering if he had to make the first move, or I would do something when I was ready. I opted to initiate the dance further.

"Daddy," I turned to him. "Do you think I'm sexy," I asked just after a scene in the movie where Stone is interrogated, sitting on a stool, rotating around, flashing her cunt to the officers. Not shocked, he stared to me, his face contemplative, then broadening to a wide smile. 

"Baby, you are beautiful! You have a terrific body. Tall, athletic, lithe! Hell yes you are sexy!" he stated, staring directly into my eyes. "Why, if I was your age, I would be chasing you all over creation to get into your pants," he continued, his eyes surveying my body. He hesitated, looking for my reaction.

"Why Daddy," I cooed softly. "I thought you would want me even now," I replied. "Does getting older cause lack of interest in young women," I asked feigning surprise.

"No Baby," he replied sighing, "it can actually cause fantasy thoughts," he continued. "As I get older, the probability of having sex with a young, attractive woman diminishes," he finished, avoiding the direct link to me.

"But Momma is a very sexy woman," I offered. 

"Yes she is," Daddy replied. "But her interest in sex has changed drastically over the last several of years," he continued, almost wincing as he told me. "You really want me to tell you that," he asked.

"What have you done about it," I asked.

Daddy stared at me. "I have created a fantasy sexual existence," he whispered, lowering his voice. He stopped talking, his voice firm, resolved. He glanced to the hall, returning to stare into my eyes. "I started writing erotic stories for this site on the internet," he volunteered. "You can not tell your mother!" 

"Daddy," I said emphatically. "What on earth are you writing about," I asked.

Daddy paused the movie, turning to stare at me. He tried to talk twice, but hesitated, rethinking his words. "I think you know," he finally got out. "Why did you flash your body at me earlier," he asked, now focusing the subject on us. "I don't know how you know, but I think you found my stories, or the web site, something has prompted your actions tonight," he talked like a father. He reached across the back of the couch, caressing my hair softly. "You are so beautiful," he whispered softly. His left hand reached to my leg just above the knee. Glancing to me, he slid his hand up my thigh slowly, his fingers walking up, his nails raking gently. I gasped audibly. 

"God Baby," Daddy whispered, leaning toward me as his hand reached the hem of my night shirt. "Tell me Baby," he whispered. "Tell Daddy what I want to hear," he continued. 

I sat frozen, almost unsure of what to expect. My eyes closed, my legs parted slightly, involuntarily. His fingers danced on my thigh, so close to moving to my sex, so big a decision to be made quickly. I breathed deeply, the air slowly escaping me. Daddy leaned to me, his lips brushing mine. I leaned into him, my lips planted firmly against his. I puckered quickly, wanting to share his kiss. But Daddy pulled away quickly, keeping the kiss to a fatherly peck. But the groan deep in his throat gave his secret away.

"I've read your stories Daddy," I said softly. "All of them," I stated, opening my eyes, looking deep into his. "Make love to me," I said softly. "The real me," I stared into his eyes in return. I reached to his hand on my thigh, my fingers wrapping around his thick wrist. I pulled his hand up my thigh, pushing it to my mound. I grunted as he pressed his hand against my pubic bone, feeling the small tuft of hair covering my treasures. We stared into each others eyes, his fingers slowly moving down into my crotch, over the labia. Slowly, gently, Daddy's middle finger wiggled between my lips, flat against my slit. I sighed deeply, Daddy groaned as my wetness covered his finger.

"Jesus Baby," he whispered. His finger curled to move the fingertip back to my engorged clit. As he brushed over it, my body jerked, a grunt escaping my mouth. I spread my legs wider, slumping slightly into the seat of the couch. He flicked back and forth softly, mashing my clit against my body. I pulled his wrist harder, adding pressure to my cunt. Daddy kissed me again, his mouth opening, his tongue darting into my mouth. I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth, my tongue dancing with his, probing him, darting into his mouth. His hand moved down my slit, his fingers running over my wet hole, flooded, juices seeping out. His middle finger dipped into my hole to the middle knuckle. He hesitated, his breathing deep, holding as he probed my cunt. I sat, only focused on his touching me, his kisses. Absorbing these feelings, I moved my left hand out from my body, reaching to his thigh. I pushed my hand over between his legs. I found his cock hard, sliding down his left thigh.

"Damn Daddy," I groaned, trying to get my fingers around his cock. It was massive. It had to be every inch he said in his stories. I pumped up and down his shaft through his shorts. Groaning deeply, Daddy shoved his middle finger deep into my cunt. Lights flashed, my body focused on the intruder buried in my body. My hips humped against his intrusion, opening to suck his finger deep. Pulling back, Daddy added a second finger as I almost passed out. I was being ravaged by Daddy, sitting on our couch. "Make me cum Daddy," I blurted out without thinking.

"Yes Baby, Daddy will make you cum," he whispered, his kisses trailing down my neck. He sucked my flesh into his mouth, his tongue flicking the flesh back and forth, nipping lightly. His fingers buried deep in my cunt, Daddy wiggled them in every direction at once, making me squirm on his fingers. He thrust in and out quickly, penetrating deep. My breathing changed rapidly, growing shallow very quickly. My fingers wrapped around his hard shaft, almost choking the thing. I lost all focus. My body demanded every thought, every sensation blasting through my brain in waves, reverberating off the walls of my mind. My senses focused, I pulled my legs up, spreading them wide. Daddy hammered my cunt, assaulting my core as he thrashed me hard, fast. "Yes Baby, cum for Daddy honey," he whispered. He moved to suck my nipple between his teeth over the material of my night shirt, nipping hard. I winced, but allowed him to continue. He chewed my soft flesh, the nub growing very hard between his teeth. His fingers pulled out of my cunt, his middle finger focused on my swollen clit. Hard, faster, he mashed the sensitive bud against my body. My hips humped upwards, thrusting hard to open my hole for him, to capture him deep. He continued to flick my clit. My body responded quickly, my breathing growing labored, shallow. As my orgasm approached, I could barely get enough air, gasping, grunting, my flesh on fire. As my body bucked against his finger, I exploded into my orgasm.

Daddy shoved his fingers deep into my cunt again, thrusting deep, holding his position, and grinding his hand against my clit. I convulsed, humping, fucking his hand for dear life. Lights flashed, my breathing came in gasps. I clamped my legs together, capturing his arm, his fingers buried deep in my cunt. I pulled his head tight against my tit hard. As my orgasm subsided, I ground my hips slowly, deliberately against his intruders. Glancing to Daddy, I saw him smile. 

"God sweetie, better than any fantasy could have been," he whispered. "I love you so much!" he continued. Daddy slid off the couch, pulling my knees apart. As he spread my legs, my cunt opened for his view. Reaching quickly, he touched my lips, sliding his fingers up and down my wet slit. He leaned quickly to me, his mouth kissing my mound. In seconds, his mouth was clamped to my clit, his tongue dancing over the very sensitive flesh. My eyes rolled up into my head, my hips jumped upwards, thrusting against his mouth. I bucked hard, fast as he thrashed my clit in his mouth. Within seconds, a second orgasm ripped through my body, my feet lifting my cunt high, offering my sex to my Daddy. He sucked my juices, stretching my clit into his mouth, his tongue circling, mashing my clit hard. With my arms frozen in mid air, I hesitated, absorbing all the sensations of his mouth, tongue. As my clit grew too sensitive, I had to push him back, pulling my clit from his mouth. He stretched it as far as he could before releasing my flesh. My brain screamed for his cock. My body wanted to mount him, to fuck him blind.

Sitting up, I pulled my night shirt over my head and off. I reached to him, pulling his t-shirt off his body. "Stand Daddy," I ordered. He quickly rose to his feet, standing directly in front of my. His cock tented his shorts. I wanted it. I wanted to taste it. Swallow his juices. To bury his cock deep in my body. "Oh God," I growled, grabbing the material surrounding his cock, pulling it to my mouth. I bit his cock firmly. Daddy pulled me hard to his cock. I nipped harder. I had to have it. I grabbed the waist band of his shorts, underwear, ripping the material down off his body. Standing in front of me, his massive cock hung heavy, bigger that my forearm, longer than lower arm. The head mushroomed, flaring, snarling at me. I grabbed the shaft with both hands, pulling the purple head to my lips. My tongue darted into the eye, tasting cock juice. I spread my lips, pulling Daddy's cock into my mouth. God it was big, stretching my lips wide. I looked to his face. His hand caressed the side of my head. As I pulled more cock into my mouth, I gagged, pulling back quickly. 

This gag reflex happened many times in Daddy's stories. Each time, the girl was able to relax her throat, and within a time or two, able to let his cock slide slowly deep into her throat. I would do the same for him! I wanted to please him, to have him reach his orgasm quickly, filling my mouth with his juices. I opened my mouth, my only thoughts racing through my cunt, aching, needing to be stretched by this massive intruder, begging for his cock to enter me, penetrate me, slam into my body. Daddy grabbed my head, pulling me forward. I opened my mouth wider, stretching my neck, impaling my face on his cock. Groaning deeply, Daddy shoved his cock slowly, firmly into my face. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on him, feeling the cock slide easily into my mouth, touching, pressing, and passing into my throat. My lips touched his hairy base, his cock buried completely into my mouth and throat. I groaned deep in my core, grinding my mouth hard against his body. Pulling up, I licked the exposed head, my tongue dancing into the eye. I had done it! Grabbing his hanging balls, I pulled him to me, driving his wonderful cock into my mouth again, grinding my face down his shaft. I bobbed on him, driving inch after inch into my face and throat. Daddy flexed his hips, humping forward, pulling back and repeating. He fucked my face with long, strong strokes. He grabbed my head on both sides, guiding my face deep into his crotch. 

"Oh God Baby girl," Daddy moaned. "I am going to cum baby," his voice trailed off. I drove my mouth harder down his cock, tracing his smooth skin with my teeth raking over each inch as I swallowed his meat. I reached around him, grabbing his ass, pulling him hard to me, driving his cock balls deep in my mouth. His cock expanded, I could feel the power of his cock, readying to shoot his glorious cum into my mouth. In that instant, my body erupted in orgasm, my cunt throbbing, flooding. I lost rational thought, I sucked his cock hard, his balls exploding, shooting cum up his swollen shaft, jettisoning into my waiting mouth. First blast shot down my throat, his cock flexing, shooting a second, third, and fourth blast, each spitting more globs of cum into my mouth and throat. I pulled back, catching later blasts in my mouth, pooling the fluids, swishing my tongue in them before swallowing. Daddy's head was thrown back, his hips thrust forward, my hands milking his shaft, pumping any remaining fluids into my mouth. I sucked him as if my life depended on it. I drained his balls. Daddy's body convulsed, hips fluttering back and forth against my mouth, each thrust involuntary, a squirt of any fluids sucked forth and swallowed quickly. 




Daddy Writes Erotica Ch. 02



Daddy pushed me back, my neck stretching to keep his hard cock in my mouth. Lifting me, pulling me by the arms up to him, I pinned his cock between our bodies. He leaned to kiss me softly, his tongue dancing so carefully with mine. I melted against him, my tits mashed flat on his hard body. Daddy reached to my thigh, lifting my body upwards. Straddling his waist, clamped to him by my thighs, Daddy pushed his hand between our bodies. Fisting his cock, he guided his monster against my slick hole. Relaxing my thighs slightly, my bottom dropped, pressuring his rigid cock. As he humped his hips, his cock exploded into my begging cunt. The head popped through my opening, my cunt choking the head, clamped firmly over his knob. Daddy held me motionless, allowing me to feel his cock split my sex. Our breathing slowing, Daddy relaxed his hold on me, allowing my body to settle down forcing more cock into my cunt. Each inch split my insides, the invader slowly, deliberately penetrating me, plunging into my warm wet depths. Daddy turned slowly, dropping to the couch. As he landed on his butt, my cunt swallowed him, settling deep over his massive cock. I slid down him slowly, gently, but took all of him to my deepest depths. I muffled a scream, his penetration so deep, so exquisite I could not describe the feelings. My mind flashed brilliant lights, my body trembled with his penetration. Tilting my hips, I mashed my clit on his cock. I rocked my hips back and forth, mashing my clit over his hard cock. The harder I humped backwards, the harder his body mashed my sensitive clit. Each grind brought my orgasm closer. Leaning, I bit into the flesh on his shoulder, clamping my teeth firmly on his flesh. I sucked him, wanting to give the man a hickey. 

His hands reached around me, driving my ass down on him. He thrust upwards, driving a still hard cock home, deep in my body. His nails raked over my ass softly. I humped him hard, driving his cock frontwards, backwards, and in circles. My cunt thrashed Daddy's cock hard. With each thrust, Daddy met my demands, driving his cock deep. I lost cognizant thought again, my pussy demanding to cum. I thrashed hard, driving my body to a third orgasm in a matter of minutes. As I peaked, my body again ripped with  waves of my orgasm, Daddy grunted, shoved his hips upwards, flexing hard, and collapsed back on the couch. His cock flexed, squirting his second batch of fluids into my waiting cunt. I ground my body down on him, my muscles milking his beautiful cock. I snuggled in, burying my face in his neck, my body flat on his. We rested, his cock growing limp in my body. I could feel his cock retreating as it slipped from my hole. Daddy rubbed my back gently, his hands caressing each inch of my back, ass, and down my legs. 

"God baby," Daddy softly whispered.

"So good Daddy," I whispered in return. "I never thought my first time could be so good," I offered. I kissed his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. My cunt was on fire, wanting more. Daddy's limp cock wasted away under my throbbing cunt, our mingled juices dripping over his cock, balls, matting his hair. I humped his flaccid cock. I needed a hard cock! I wanted Daddy to fuck my ass!

Daddy had laid back on the couch, his eyes closed, absorbing everything that was occurring. I slid off him, moving quickly between his legs. I grabbed his sticky cock, flopped the meat back and forth from thigh to thigh. I swiped my tongue over his flaccid cock, sucking the head into my mouth as it passed before my eyes. Even flaccid, his cock was 6-inches long. I sucked his cock into my mouth, devouring the appendage, chewing on his soft cock. I reached under his balls, my nails raking over the soft patch of skin between his sac and asshole. I felt him hump upwards. I gobbled a ball into my mouth, washing the nut softly. I changed balls, sucking the other in for good measure. I rotated his nuts for several minutes, stroking his chubbing cock with each taste of his nuts. Pushing his legs up over my shoulders, I bit into the soft patch of skin under his balls. Daddy's hips flared upwards, lifting as I probed him gently. I reamed his asshole, licking wide, narrowing my focus, reaching to touch, ream his puckered ass. As my tongue  passed over his puckered hole, his asshole flexed, preventing penetration. I drove my tongue hard against his puckered hole. Pulling back to watch, I moved my hand to his ass. I positioned my index finger over his ass, slowly working my fingertip into his tight hole. As my finger slipped into his asshole, Daddy's body lurched high. A grunted scream escaped his lips, his hands reaching for me. He pushed his cock to my lips. 

"Do both Honey," Daddy whispered quietly.

With one hand tightly wrapped around the base of his cock, my other hand driving my finger into his asshole, I wrapped my lips around his semi-hard cock. I sucked hard, wanting to give new life to his flaccid meat. His cock grew quickly, growing to fill my mouth and throat.

"Daddy, will you fuck my ass?" I asked him.

"God yes," he muttered, looking deep into my eyes. His cock jumped in size in my mouth.

"Will you lick my ass Daddy," I inquired. 

"Yes sweetie," he replied. I scrambled to my feet. Turning, I spread my feet just shoulder wide, leaned to grab my ankles, rocking my ass back and forth in front of my father. Glancing around my knee, I observed Daddy lost in viewing my backside. I knew my ass framed my cleft, my puffy, well fucked lips glistening for him. I wanted to feel his tongue dart into my flesh, move from my wet hole to my asshole as I had done his. Grabbing my hips roughly, Daddy pulled my ass to his face, planting kisses on each cheek. Growling, Daddy nipped my hard flesh, biting gently as he reached to probe my crack. Daddy's fingertip found my asshole, reaming me gently. As his finger danced around my backside, I observed how good it felt. I had already lost track of time, wanting, needing Daddy to slowly penetrate me, to feel the strength of his manhood slam between the cheeks of my ass to make me his. I flared my legs, opening my ass for him even more. He moved quickly, placing his tongue deep in my crack, licking down my ass, dancing over my most private hole. I bent further at the waist, my ass now high above my head, wanting him to have me. Two fingers plunged into my cunt. Pumping twice, he pulled his fingers out, coating my rectum with our comingled juices.  

He stood quickly, fisting his engorged cock. "Yes baby, Daddy will fuck your ass," he growled under his breath. Daddy saddled up to my back side, fisted his cock, swiping it up and down my slit, coating the head. Finding my wet hole, Daddy shoved almost savagely. His cock ripped into my wet channel, his hips hitting my flesh with the first thrust. He repeated, jamming his hips forward, his hips slapping off my ass, the noises I read about filling my senses. God it was great! Daddy hesitated. Pulling out, he placed the wet, coated head at my ass, grabbing my hip bones for leverage. "Yes baby," he grunted, pushing his hips forward slowly. I felt the pressure, his head pressing hard to my asshole. Daddy rotated his hips, continually pushing forward. My muscles flexed, clenched shut, but with the increased pressure, parted slightly. The small opening gave way, Daddy's cock head speared through my tight ring. Pain seared my brain as his massive intruder pushed through my defenses. He pulled roughly on my hips, shoving more cock into my ass. Clamping my hand over my mouth to stifle any noises, I screamed into my hand. "Fuck Patti," Daddy grunted. "So fucking tight," he continued.

A warmth spread over my body. Daddy plunged deep in my ass, his hips slapping hard against me, pounding my ass with each savage thrust. I thrust back as well, offering my forbidden channel to my loving Daddy. I spread my feet even wider, humping him each time he thrust forward, grinding my ass to him hard. I could not breathe, I could not scream, I could not do anything but hold on, his thrusts so fast, so hard, so deep. His body tensed, he pulled me hard to him, grinding against me. With a loud exit of breath, a deep grunt, his cock erupted in my ass. I reached to my clit, quickly flicking my hard nub to a quick, small orgasm as Daddy humped my back side. His hips dipped, circled, plunged, and more, driving his deflating cock into my gaping ass. As he finished, my orgasm coursed through my body, the tremors washing over me. I collapsed to my knees, my head resting on the couch. 

"Nothing Babe," my Daddy shouted toward the stairs. "Movies almost over, be up shortly," he continued. Daddy tossed my night shirt to me, landing on my butt. "Get dressed sweetie," he ordered. "We don't want to get caught," he followed. I laid very still, my body trembling, feeling his cock shatter my needs. "You OK Baby," he asked, leaning to me, his hand on my shoulder.

"I am terrific Daddy," I whispered. "I'm fucking terrific," I muttered, groaning audibly. "I may never walk again," I laughed.

Daddy swatted my butt playfully. "Next time, I want to suck your gorgeous tits," Daddy whispered. "Hey sweetie, we got to get to bed before your Mom has ideas," Daddy offered.

"Go on Daddy, I'll follow in a minute," I said. Daddy turned the DVD player off, stopped to rub my back for one minute, and headed upstairs. I closed my eyes, my mind screaming thru our sex. Daddy had filled all of my orifices. Every hole had a deposit of cum. I had not even planned that! Rising, my cunt started to run juices and whatever down my leg. I winced, not wanting to think about the gunk. I stuffed my night shirt between my legs. Now naked, I switched the light off, and headed to bed.

I had a terrific story for Sara. No more fantasies. 



Daddy Writes Erotica Ch. 03



I got safely to my room with no clothes on. I glanced to Dad's room. Their door was always left open, the little light from the stair night lights faded to darkness quickly as I looked through the door. 

"Night Daddy," I whispered, turning and heading to my room.

"Good night Baby," Daddy called softly.

I grinned to myself, my body warming. I was Daddy's baby girl. I was Daddy's, my heart, my soul, and my sex. My cunt throbbed at the thought. I ducked quickly into my room, headed into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with a thud. I looked around the walls to see if I could spot a camera. Nothing out of the ordinary I concluded. Grabbing some paper, I wiped my butt, cleaning my backside, dropping the paper into the toilet. I grabbed a second piece of paper, cleaning my slit top to bottom. I let it drop silently as well. I headed to my dresser, grabbing an old, worn pair of panties. It would absorb lots of fluid I thought.

I crawled into bed, my mind running 100 mph. I pictured his cock, rigid, standing before me, my hands grasping his hard, yet soft pole. 

I woke abruptly, the sun shining into my room. Pulling back the covers, I glanced to the clock. 6:33am, almost time to be heading to school. I quickly pulled back the covers, jumped in the shower to get ready for school. As I washed my private parts, I could feel a soreness never anticipated. My butt hurt worst of all, not real bad, but definitely knowing I had been abused. I grinned ear to ear. Abused my ass, the potential pun struck me funny at the time. I took extra time to clean my slit, playing gently with my sore clit. Daddy had worked that over quite hard or so it seemed. One small orgasm my body begged. I obliged, picturing his cock plunging into my depths as I thrashed my clit. It did not take long.

I dressed quickly, ate a quick piece of toast, and headed out the door. A short drive later, I was rushing down the corridor to see Sara. "Morning," I shouted as we approached each other.

"Ok, give it up," she inquired. I glanced around, people mingling all about.

"After practice tonight, before we go out and eat pizza," I stated. "You get the whole story," I grinned. We were scheduled to double date that evening, and would have time to tell her everything before we left the house. She grabbed my wrist, staring into my eyes. She nodded knowingly. Or at least I thought she did. "See you at lunch time," I leaned to her, gave her a hug and was off.

As I sat in class, my body continued to throb. I could feel Daddy buried in my cunt, my ass, his lips on my tits. God it was tough. I was getting hornier by the moment. Heading to lunch a few minutes early, I stopped by the bathroom again, my hand quickly buried between my legs, my fingers working their magic over my swollen clit. It was such a relief to cum, my body tingled, taking a long time to subside. I kept everything under control, my breathing was shallow, but controlled. My audible eruptions were non-existent, my activity was secret. I spent a relatively quiet lunch, listening to Sara, Kay, Brea, and Andi prattle about clothes, weekend plans, their respective dates, and more gossip than I wanted to stomach.

Friday's practices were usually shorter that the rest, I believed the coach wanted to get home to her family. "See you at my place," I told Sara, and was off. I headed home, got in a good, long hot shower, and was wrapped in a towel painting my toes when Sara arrived. 

"Ok secrets," she started, plopping on the bed beside me. I painted my toe as she bounced. I glared at her. "Sorry," she said. She sat looking at me. Nothing more was said for a couple minutes. "Well," she finally blurted.

Finishing my toe, I hung the towel, stood stark naked in front of her for an instant, and headed into my room. "Well, a long story short," I started, cut off abruptly.

"Nope," she interrupted. "No short story," she pleaded. She hesitated, looking to my face for answers. "We talked, you were going to watch a movie," she stated. "Start there," she finished.

I pulled one leg into my panties, my mind flashing back to my attire. "In one of his stories, his daughter dressed in night shirts without anything underneath. Well, that's where I started," I offered her. I wiggled my bottom in my skin tight panties, thumbs rolling around the band to flatten the material against my waist. I flattened my palms, fingers pointing down, fanned them from my middle outwards smoothing over my mound.

I stopped to stare at her. "About the first thing I did when I got down there was flash him a peek of my crotch," I whispered in her direction. 

"No way," she said, staring in disbelief.

"I did," I responded. "And asked 'if he was up for it'" I continued. "He responded 'he would get up for it'," I laughed. "We danced around the subject, sharing popcorn so he would sit next to me," I continued. "We watched a sexy movie, the actress flashes a room full of men," I hesitated, remembering the scene. "I asked if he thought I was sexy," I stated abrupty. "He told me I was incredibly sexy, and he would be chasing me all over if he were younger," I finished.

"Really," Sara quizzed. "Did you have sex with him," she blurted out.

"Sara," I said, my tone abrupt. "I'll tell you the whole story my way," I continued. I jumped into the closet, selecting a pair of jeans and shirt for my evening out. "I told him I thought he would want me even now," I said. I glanced to the door, listening for any noises. I did not want to be discovered telling my details. "He said his sex life had changed big time as Momma got older, and he created a fantasy sex life through writing stories," I explained. 

"Does he know we found his stories on his computer," she asked, interjecting quickly.

"No," I said. "He assumes I found the web site somehow," I continued again. "And he assumed I knew what he wrote about," I haltered to a stop. "He asked why I had flashed him a look at my crotch earlier," I added. "And then he moved to me, his hand sliding up my thigh, his lips brushed over mine," I said, reaching to touch my lips. Closing my eyes to remember, I slid my hand down over my body slowly. "His hand caressed up my thigh, hesitating just inches below my pussy," I volunteered. I could not breathe again. 

"Jesus," Sara mumbled. I glanced to her. She was watching my hand slide over my rigid nipple. I pulled my hand away, embarrassed. 

"He made me tell him what I knew," I said. "What I wanted Sara," I finished, glancing her direction. "And I told him, told him I wanted him to make love to me," I stated matter of fact. "The real me," I finished. I turned to look at her. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed.

"God, what happened," she whispered huskily. 

"I pulled his wrist, his hand slid up my thigh, his fingers explored my sex," I said, reliving that moment, feeling him invade my body again. My legs clamped shut, I leaned to put my hands on the bed. "God it was good Sara," I whispered. "Next thing I knew, I had his finger in my cunt, my hand wrapped around his big cock," I said softly.

"Is it as big in the stories," Sara asked. I stopped mid thought, looking to her. I searched the internet last night, finding his stories on that erotica site. She grinned. "Is it as big as he says," she asked again.

"It is," I stated.

"Holy shit," Sara grunted.

"I almost choked it to death in my grip," I laughed. "But Daddy made me cum, his fingers dancing over my clit. He finger fucked me hard as I came for him," I continued. 

"Damn," Sara responded. "I am so hot! My cunt is flooded right now," she offered.

"Mine too," I reached to my panties. "Already wet," I stated, swiping my finger between my legs. Sara moved lightening quick, her lips sucking my finger into her mouth. Her hand reached to me, her fingers curling over my mound, putting pressure gently on my clit. "He then moved to suck my cunt," I breathed softly into her ear. She turned me, pushed me back to the bed. I sat quickly, spreading my legs wide. "He sucked my clit into his mouth," I instructed. Sara leaned to me, her lips covering my mound, breathing her hot breath into my slit, over my clit. I stroked her hair. "Yes baby, like that," I whispered. "Pull my panties aside, suck my clit," I ordered softly. I tilted my hips, opening my cunt to her lips, her mouth. She wiggled her face between my folds, pulling at my clit. I caressed her hair. Her eyes open, she looked to my face. 

"Did you cum on his mouth," she asked? She dove back, capturing my clit. Her dainty fingers slid up and down my cleft, two pushed into my soaked cunt. She growled into my cunt.

"Oh fuck Sara," I offered. I humped slightly, pushing my cunt to her mouth, spreading wide to get her fingers into my wet hole. With minimal leverage, I could only hump slightly as she worked me over. "Suck my clit Sara, make me cum," I instructed. "Oh God yes," I breathed softly. My body raced to orgasm, my blood rushing to my engorged clit. Sara's soft mouth, fast tongue danced over my sensitive flesh. Closing my eyes, I absorbed all sensations from her mouth and fingers. I pulled her face hard to my cunt. I exploded, my body thundering into orgasm. I grunted loudly, wiggling hard on her mouth. I could not catch my breath! I flopped back on the bed. Sara continued to assault my clit, sucking my juices into her mouth. Pushing her head back, she planted kisses on my ticklish thigh. I just growled deeply, vibrating my core.

"Look at the time Patti," Sara said. I glanced to the clock. We had just a few minutes to go before being late. "Sara," I feigned indignation. I leaned to kiss her. My intended, quick kiss turned into a soft, long kiss, our tongues battling softly, urgently.

"Better wash," I laughed. "Don't want them thinking you have cunt juice on your face," I followed. I quickly dressed. My tight jeans felt good rubbing my clit. I wiggled deep into the seam. Walking into the bathroom, I swatted her tight jean clad ass. "Damn you spoiled me," I growled. "I'll be hot all night," I volunteered.

Standing, drying her face, her eyes twinkled. "So tell me, how many times, and where did he cum," she asked.

"First time in my mouth, second time in my cunt, and third time in my ass," I blurted out.

"Oh shit," Sara groaned. "You so fucking owe me," she said.

Our dates lasted till late in the evening. By the time we returned, Mom and Daddy were in bed asleep. This time, crawling into bed together had different implications. However, we did have to wear pajamas in case Mom or Daddy came into the room. I kissed her softly, my hand cupping her breast. We were both very tired, and sleep soon claimed us.

I woke early, my first thoughts were of sex. I squeezed my legs together, feeling them close tightly over my cunt. I opened my eyes slowly. Sara was on her back, head facing me, still deep in sleep. I moved slowly, carefully not to wake her. As I snuck down under the covers, I moved to her body. I nuzzled my face to her mound, my tongue licking along the edge of her panties, touching her thigh, poking down into the gap between her legs, her mound. She rustled slightly. A quick grunt, a tilt of her hips let me know my tongue got her attention. But her breathing was still deep. I leaned to her mound, clamping my mouth over the material covered flesh. I blew hot air into her mound, my tongue extending to probe her hidden slit. Her head arching backwards, her hips flared, lifting slightly. A groan started deep in her core, vibrating upwards, escaping her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy grin crossed her face as her hands reached for my head. Growling, she pushed her panties down off her hips, pushing them below her mound. Her wispy hair, topped her mound, her clean shaven lips beckoned me. I dropped to her, shoving my tongue between her folds, searching, finding her clit. I circled her flesh, licking up, down, around her clit. Her body reacted quickly, her hips lifting to me. Her juices flowed, flooding her slit.

"Good morning," she whispered, emphasizing her words, with an almost breathless pronunciation. Her hips rocked back and forth under my mouth. Her fingers intertwined in my hair, pulling me hard to her clit. I opened my mouth, clamped my teeth down on her swollen clit, sucking the flesh deep into my mouth. Her hips lurched upwards, her hips flexing, rocking her cunt back and forth against my mouth. My cunt twinged, an ache growing in my cunt as well. I reached to my panties, shoving my hand deep into my crotch, my fingers exploding into my cunt, spreading my lips wide, thrashing my swollen clit as well. 

I attacked her, shoving fingers into her wet cunt, my teeth clamping firmly on her flesh, my tongue dancing over the sensitive nub. I lost thought, only wanting to bring her body to orgasm. I hammered her soaked cunt, thrusting fingers deep, retreating, and plunging deep again. My face was coated in her juices. I dipped down low, replacing my fingers with my mouth, my tongue. I probed her hole, licking, sucking her juices into my mouth. I returned to her clit, needing to make her cum. My body ached, my cunt responding to my fingers. As I sucked her clit back into my mouth, my cunt exploded into orgasm. I convulsed on my fingers, my orgasm spreading throughout my body. I grabbed her thigh, pulling my mouth hard to her, sucking her lips into my mouth, biting them gently. I grabbed her clit, assaulting her, licking her, thrashing her sex hard.

"Oh fuck," grunted Sara. Her hips lifted high, her hands reached to support her body. I moved closer, my mouth sucking her cunt hard. As her face contorted into a mass of flexed facial muscles, her hips quivered, shaking almost uncontrollably. Her breath came in gasps, followed by a deep grunt, a groan beginning deep inside her body. As her orgasm captured her senses, her hips leaped higher, her flexing butt muscles lifting her higher. Eyes closed tightly, she flopped down flat on the bed, her legs pulling shut, her hands covering her mound, pushing me away from her soaked cunt. I licked her hands, probing my tongue between her fingers, trying to taste her, to touch her clit. I reached to grab her tit, rolling the nipple hard, pinching her hardened flesh. Her eyes flashed open, a look of lust filled her senses.

"Oh Jesus," she breathed softly. She rolled to her side. "MMmmmmmm," she groaned. "Morning," she grinned.

"It's Sunday morning," I offered her. "My mother goes to Sunday school, then church," I told her. "And that means we can seduce my father," I volunteered. "You up for it," I asked? The look alone provided the answer!

"Absofuckinglutely!" she responded. "I can't wait to feel him under me, his cock filling my cunt," she said, her eyes glazing as she spoke. Chills went up my spine. 

"Let's get a quick shower," I muttered, moving off the bed and heading for the shower. I dropped my night shirt on the floor. "We will go downstairs in our night shirts, with nothing but a sexy pair of panties underneath," I followed. "Join me, let's go," I instructed a second time.

We played in the shower, taking turns washing each other, caressing our tits, pinching the nipples. And when Sara bent to pick up the soap, I stepped to her, saddled up to her backside, grabbed her hips, and humped my body against hers. Without thinking, I reached to her ass, my finger exploding into her tight ring, probing softly. A gasp erupted from her, followed by a long exhale of breath. She pushed her hips back to me, allowing me to bury my finger in her ass. A frenzy spread over me, I hammered her tightest orifice. After several minutes, I slowed my penetrations, pulling my finger from her ass. Turning to me, she grabbed me, pulled me tightly against her, and kissed me so deeply, my toes curled. Dropping her hand to my cunt, she mashed my clit, flicking it back and forth quickly.

"Cum for me," Sara whispered. "Do me too," she grunted. I reached to her, my hand probing her slit, my finger finding, mashing her clit. For the next several minutes, we held each other, our fingers probing, mashing, flicking our sex buttons. I came first, my knees buckling slightly. Her orgasm followed quickly. We clung to each other for several more minutes, our breathing returning to normal. Slowly, we finished our shower, drying quickly. Hearing the garage door, I glanced at the clock. 

"That's mom leaving," I told her. "Time for us to go have breakfast," I ordered.

"God I want a big breakfast sausage, some nuts, and pair of thighs," Sara volunteered.

"Sara," I chastised. I swatted her butt as she exited my room.

We bounded down the stairs. Daddy was in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of gym shorts and t-shirt. He turned to glance our way. "Just in time sweetie," he started. "Oh, hi Sara," he followed. "I was not aware you were here," he said, his eyes scanning our attire, and our lower bodies before turning back to the stove.

"It was late when we got in Daddy," I volunteered. "So she stayed," I finished. "What's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Omelets," Daddy said. "Bacon and cheese," he followed.

"I'll help," Sara stated. "What can I do," she asked.

"Get the eggs from the frig," Daddy said. Sara opened the door, bent at the waist, and leaned into the frig. Her night shirt rode up her backside, plainly giving Daddy a panty clad view of her ass. Her panties had a wet spot, clearly visible. Daddy stared, visually taken with the view. And to make it worse, Sara rocked from foot to foot, her ass swaying gently. Daddy's jaw clenched, his head shook back and forth in wonderment. 

I stepped to his side, pressing against him. I reached for his cock. Startled, he jumped. "Patti," he whispered abruptly. I pumped his cock once, twice for good measure. It chubbed in my fingers. I stepped away as Sara stood and turned back with the eggs. Sara broke the eggs, and scrambled them. She joined me on the counter side of the island. Bending at the waist, we bent over the counter, watching Daddy finish breakfast.

As he walked around the end of the island to place plates on the kitchen table, Sara and I stood firm in our place. From his new vantage point, Daddy saw both our panty clad rear ends. I glanced over my shoulder to see Daddy adjust his cock. I smiled at him. He returned the smile, taking his time to move back to the stove.

"Sit girls, eat before it gets cold," he offered. Grabbing the OJ, he joined us. We talked about school, softball, and the end of school coming very soon. All during breakfast, I caressed Daddy's leg with my foot, stretching to his upper thigh. He also caressed my foot under the table as I rubbed his thigh. His cock was hard against my foot. All the while we played, Daddy kept a discreet eye Sara's way. "What's on the agenda today," Daddy asked, looking to me.

"First, Sara and I have work to get done," I stated. "Then, we will hang around the house, catch a movie, maybe go play catch later," I followed. Dad looked a little dejected. "It could be a really fun morning," I finished, winking at Dad. He glanced to my eyes, gave me a puzzled stare, and then glanced to Sara.

"Really," his voiced questioned. "Fun for me too," he asked?

"I think so," I stated, licking my lower lip. "You done yet Sara, let's go," I followed quickly.

"Thanks for breakfast Daddy," I quipped, stretching to give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

"Yeah, me too," Sara stated, leaning to plant a smooch on his other cheek. Sara had known Daddy since kindergarten. So a hug or a smooch was not an uncommon occurrence. We headed up stairs.

"Did you see his shorts," Sara asked, her voice almost shrieking. "They stuck straight up," she continued without taking a breath. "Damn, I wanted to grab it right there," she whispered. "So now what," Sara asked.

I was quiet, remembering his story daughter's seduction in a scene of his story where the girls get him. The daughter had called him to her bedroom, and through a discussion, and naked cunts, had seduced him. He had told them how to suck his cock, balls. I wanted past that, I did not want to wait. My cunt throbbed. I glanced to Sara's night shirt, her nipples were hard, running circles on the material. I glanced to mine, also hard and poking through the material as well. 




Daddy Writes Erotica Ch. 03



"Sara, do you really want to fuck him," I asked slowly, contemplating my words. "Do you want him, a grown man, to be your first?" I asked again. I had to be sure this is what she wanted.

Sara hesitated, her eyes unfocused, thoughts running rampant through her brain. "Yes, I do," Sara breathed heavily. "What should we do," she asked softly.

"We will call Daddy up here," I instructed. "But we will be heavily involved in our sex," I continued. "I think he should see your naked ass, your glistening wet cunt framed, on your knees, your head buried in my cunt," I offered. "How's that sound," I asked.

"Fuck! What if he wants to stick his cock in my cunt," Sara asked wide eyed.

"Will you let him?" I asked.

Sara's body shuddered. "Oh God yes," she muttered. "My cunt is throbbing," she volunteered.

"Mine too," I told her. "Get naked now, come lick my cunt," I ordered. We stripped lightning quick. I jumped to the bed, rolling to my back. "Ok sweetie, I'm yours," I said, opening my legs wide. Sara literally dove to the bed, moving quickly to inhale me clit deep into her mouth. My hips arched high as she tried to suck my clit from my body. She was in a frenzy, lapping, tugging, and finally jamming two fingers into my cunt.

"Sara, slow down," I breathed. "Don't tear it off," I followed. She acknowledged, shaking her head affirmative, never releasing my clit. I thrust my hips to her mouth, reaching to pull her head tighter, pushing her face between my folds. Her tongue lapped my hole, slid along my slit, and probed my clit quickly. Her teeth grabbed my hooded sex, clamping firmly, her tongue thrashing my button hard, her tongue mashing my flesh against the inside of her mouth.

"Oh God Daddy," I screamed. "Daddy," I yelled again. Seconds passed, the door opened quickly. Daddy stormed into the room, first looking to me, and then staring at Sara's ass. He reached to her, his hands sliding over her soft flesh, his fingers dipping into her cleft. Sara jumped at his touch, and growled into my cunt as his fingers slipped into her wet slit. Daddy probed up and down her slit, his fingers slowing, stopping to penetrate her cunt. Sara froze, her body pushing to my Daddy. Her breath slowly escaped her, her eyes wide, then clenching shut as her breathing stopped. Grunting, she dove to capture my clit, biting down harder than I anticipated. I grabbed her hair, pulling her back slightly. She shook her head back and forth, tugging my clit, her tongue raking over my sensitive flesh quickly.

I could see the top of Daddy's head, pressing against Sara's ass. I could feel him tongue fucking her, his face buried deep in her cunt. With each flick of his tongue, her gasps, her grunts told the story. Her hips bucked up and down, rotating quickly. Her body froze, her hips bucked, her body erupted into orgasm. She lost control, fucking my cunt with her face, her tongue. Daddy stood tall, his rigid cock lay on her ass. I could see the wetness, the precum. Stepping back, Daddy fisted his cock, stepped to the saddle, and aimed his cock into her slit. He slid the head up and down her soaked slit, coating the head. Finding her hole, grabbing a hip, Daddy pushed forward, stroking into her yielding body. Sara grimaced, her face contorted. As Daddy's cock slipped into her body, her mouth opened wide, O shaped as he pushed deeper. Looking into my eyes, she was wild eyed.

"Oh fuck," Sara groaned. Bracing her body, she pushed back. Daddy withdrew, grabbing both hips, and pulled forward almost savagely. His hips slapped against her ass. Hesitating, he ground his hips against her pliant ass. Sara could not breathe. Her eyes shut tightly, the matched each thrust with her own. Abruptly, she jammed two fingers back into my wet cunt, leaning to gobble my clit into her mouth. I stared into Daddy's eyes.

"Oh fuck," Daddy grunted. "Fuck her Sara! Fuck my baby girl," Daddy groaned. With each thrust from Daddy, Sara's face slid hard into my folds, her fingers thrusting deep. My body erupted into orgasm, Sara's mouth flicking my clit hard back and forth. Within seconds, I pushed her away. Daddy hammered away at her back side, pounding his hard flesh into the depths of her cunt. 

Pulling away, turning quickly, I slithered down under Sara. As I reached her cunt, I could see Daddy's cock piston like thrusts into her body, his cock appearing, hesitating, then slamming forward, buried balls deep in her cunt. His nuts rested on my eyes. I lifted my head, grabbing Sara's clit, sucking the hard nub into my mouth. Fireworks went off in Sara. Her hips dropped, she mashed her clit to my mouth. 

"Oh shit," screamed Sara. "Fuck me hard," she grunted. Her hips humped involuntarily, pressing to my lips, lifting to absorb Daddy's thrusts. Sara dropped on me, her body lying against me hard. Her mouth captured my cunt, lapping at my clit. My legs clamped around her head, my mouth chewing on her sensitive flesh, watching Daddy's cock plunge into her wet depths. 

"Argh," Daddy screamed. "I'm cumming," he grunted, his body flexing hard, hips thrusting deep, grinding against Sara's ass. Sara's body quivered, her hips shuddering as Daddy ground his cock deep. I felt her, her body melted, her second orgasm ripping through her body, absorbing Daddy's cum with each spurt deep in her body. For several minutes, our bodies flailed, our sexes grinding, humping, and sating each other. Daddy thrust once more, his cock more flaccid that rigid, his cock meat buckling against her cunt, drooping, sliding along her slit. I opened my mouth, sucking the head into my mouth quickly. Daddy buckled, pressing hard to my mouth. I sucked him deep for just a moment, tasting any juices he had for me.

Daddy swatted Sara's butt playfully. "What can I do for you girls?" Daddy asked, his face expressionless. Daddy shuddered, his body betraying his non-chalant attitude.

I pushed Sara off my body, stretching, pulling Daddy over my face. His nuts hung inches above me. "Why nothing Daddy," I whispered in return. "We were just, ah," I stopped mid sentence. My mouth opened, my tongue reached to catch a drop of cum ready to drip from his cock.

"Your cock is huge," Sara whispered, watching Daddy dribble his cock to my lips.

"Thanks Sara," Daddy accepted the compliment. "Move sweetie, let me lay down with you," Daddy said. I rolled over, turning around, and joining Daddy. Sara joined us, crawling to Daddy's other side. "What got into you girls," he asked. "Are we all right with this," he asked softly.

I wrapped my fingers around his sticky cock, tugging upwards, a bubble of cum drops glistened in the eye. Sara moved quickly, her mouth capturing the head, sucking his cock into her mouth. "Ah," Daddy growled. "I guess so," he continued. Sara bobbed on his chubbing cock.

"So what's next," I asked. "I so need your cock this morning as well," I added quickly. 

Daddy just grinned.



Daddy Writes Erotica Ch. 04



Our morning sex had to end, Mother would be returning very shortly, so Daddy and I agreed to having sex later in the day without Sara. Sara looked disappointed, but understood. 

I dropped to Daddy's lap, sucked his semi-rigid cock into my mouth, and gave him a promise to do more later. His hips lurched to me. I felt like the teasing little vamp.

The afternoon and evening did not go as planned. Daddy nor I were not able to get time alone, so all our play, our touches, our glanced promises went for naught. By bedtime, I was extremely horny. Getting ready for bed, I was determined to have Daddy some how during the night. But his engorged status did not go unseen. Later, Daddy filled in this part of the story for me. 

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"My what a big cock you have," your Mother stated abruptly as I walked to the bed. I thought she had quit looking, but was pleasantly surprised. 

"So much better to fuck you with," I played. Your Mother nodded, noting my play with her words.

"Well, will you be my woodsman," she grinned slyly, "and save me," she continued. "I need a very big wood tonight," she followed. My cock jumped in size in my shorts. I wanted Patti, but knew she would understand. I could not pass her mother's request. I stripped off my shorts, jumped into bed, and rolled to my back. Your Mother grabbed my firm cock, stroking up and down the shaft softly.

"My god honey, it still is the biggest cock I have ever seen," she stated, glancing to me.

"When would you have the chance to see another," I asked quickly. Caught in mid thought, she looked puzzled. 

"Never," she stammered. "I was just making a comment," she followed. The sexual moment was passing quickly, her attitude would soon be curt, and then no sex would follow. Should I? Or shouldn't I? I pondered whether to move on her, or let the moment pass.

"Are we, or aren't we," she asked, glancing to my eyes. She felt the moment as well. She was turning the tables on me, making it my decision to fuck or not. I had been here many times, it meant I would have to make her cum three to four times by hand, then she would be aggressive, suck my cock for a couple minutes until the first taste of precum got in her mouth, then she would straddle me, and fuck me till I came. As she rolled off, I would playfully swat her ass, tell her what a great fuck it was, and roll over and go to sleep.

"Absolutely," I muttered, shoving my hand to her crotch. Her cunt was wet, her lips slick as I shoved my finger between her labia, pushing down to shove my finger into her cunt. She groaned as expected. The rest, as they say, was according to Hoyle.

I have to admit though, I was more aggressive in pounding my cock deep in her cunt. I hammered her, thrusting hard, lifting my hips up high, pushing deep into her body. And I made her take a look at her lips stretching to hold my cock in her cunt. She even made herself cum once more, flicking her clit quick, hard as I thrust in and out of her cunt. It was good to fill her needs, and empty my nuts. As usual, we were louder than we should have been. She always was a screamer, and even though sex was not near as often, she seemed to scream as loud as ever. I knew Patti would have heard her. 

For some reason, I woke about 1:20 a.m. Your Mother was sleeping soundly, so I rose to use the bathroom. I made a quick decision to go to Patti's room. She was sleeping soundly. I sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair softly. "Baby, hey sweetie," I whispered softly. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering. Groaning softly, she acknowledged my caresses of her hair.

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"Daddy," I whispered. I stretched my arm out, grabbing the top of the covers, pulling them back till I hit him. He jumped up as I continued pulling the covers off my body. Totally naked, I knew I looked terrific. Daddy stripped off his shorts, and crawled into my bed. I pulled my body close to his, my arms wrapping around his neck. I moved to kiss him, kissing him so softly. I needed Daddy, needed him to feel my urgency, feel my lust. I draped my leg over his hip, pulling my crotch toward him. His cock jumped to life, instantly growing in length, girth, and firmness. Growling as I felt his cock growing. "Good," I whispered. "I need you Daddy," I groaned. "Make love to me, make me cum Daddy," I continued softly. He kissed my neck, tasting my flesh gently. I bit his shoulder, groaning into his flesh.

He moved slowly, kissing his way down my body, kissing the nape of my neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth gently, He kissed over my collar bone, his tongue licking my skin, he then nibbled over the rising mound of tit flesh, kissing, licking, nipping as he moved to my hard nipple. His mouth, tongue licked the firm bud, standing at full attention, rolling his tongue all around the taut flesh, sucking it gently into his mouth. His tongue danced over the nipple, rolling it between his teeth and tongue. My breathing halted, my breath exhaled deeply, my hand pulling his head to my body, arching, pushing my tit to his mouth. He slid his hand down my body, reaching between my legs, his middle finger parting, slipping into my wet cleft. A low, guttural groan filled my senses. I spread my legs wide, pushing my pelvis to his probing hand. 

"Yes Daddy, make me cum," I whispered, breathing heavily. I rolled to my back, pulling him with me to keep his lips locked on my nipple. His hand explored my body, fingers deftly slid up and down my soaked slit, sliding over the engorged clit, sliding quickly, penetrating my wet hole. "Did you make momma cum," I whispered softly. "I heard her, her passionate screams filled my head. I closed my eyes, I could see you fucking her," I breathed as I lifted my hips to capture his invasion of my body. My trembling hands wrapped around his cock. "Is her taste still on you," I asked softly. 

"Sorry baby," he whispered, apparently having not thought of that. 

"Don't be Daddy," I responded quickly. "I want to taste her," she whispered. "I want to know your cock was in her body, covered in her juices, spitting your cum deep in her as you do me," I growled. I moved quickly down his body, licking, nibbling, until I grabbed his cock with both hands, squeezing, bringing any precum up his long shaft, to form a bubble in the eye. I slowly sealed my lips on the head, my tongue probing into the slit, then washing over his sensitive flesh. "MMmmmmmmmmm," I groaned. "I can smell her, taste her Daddy," I whispered huskily. I dropped quickly, taking him completely into my mouth, licking around the head. Pulling back, my tongue bathed his shaft, his cock cool with the night air. Moving quickly, I sucked the head of his hard cock between my lips, forcing it through my tight lips, and sliding down his shaft. My mouth opened wide, lips pulling off his shaft, pushed into my throat, and swallowed his entire shaft again. 

"Jesus baby," he groaned, appreciating the abilities I had. My head bobbed faster, teeth raking over his skin, teasing, tantalizing, even torturous over the sensitive flesh. His hips jumped to shove his cock into my mouth.

"How did you fuck her Daddy," I asked as I pulled off his cock, my hands pounding his

shaft from the crown to his body.

"She rode me," he breathed. "Cowboy," he answered, barely able to talk as I pounded his cock.

"Did she cum on your cock," I growled, leaning to lick the head.

"No baby, never has," he stretched the truth. Without his fingers or hers masturbating her clit, he could not remember her ever having cum on his cock. "Damn close though on hundreds of occasions," he grunted out. "We would make her cum by hand while my cock was in her body," he finished.

"I need to cum Daddy," I whispered, my eyes closing, picturing my body erupting in orgasm. "Make me cum Daddy, please," I whispered.

"Lay down Baby, let Daddy eat your beautiful pussy," he responded. He pushed me to the side, my body dropping to the bed. He moved quickly between my legs, diving into my wet slit. My breathing stopped, my hips jumped up to offer him my sex.

"Oh yes Daddy," I breathed softly. "Eat my cunt Daddy, make your baby girl cum for you," I continued talking. "Do I taste good Daddy, do you love to eat your baby girl's cunt," I muttered almost incoherently, pulling his hair, pulling him tighter to my wet cunt. Opening his mouth, he captured my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth, his teeth clamping down to hold me as his tongue thrashed my sex. He shook his head yes, tugging on my clit as he sucked it deeper, stretching the skin, flicking my nub hard. He quickly slipped two fingers into my wet hole, shoving them roughly, unhesitatingly into my soaked cunt. Gasping, I lifted my hips high. "Yes Daddy, fuck your baby girl," I whispered softly. I rode his tongue, his fingers with abandon. My hips thrust, lifted, shook, humped, and rotated under his mouth and fingers. My body raced toward orgasm quickly. My breathing changed, my breath coming in shallow gasps, held then released over and over.

"Daddy," I grunted loudly as my body erupted in orgasm, my body lifted, froze under his mouth, and shuddered, dropping flat to the bed. My legs clamped over his ears involuntarily, my hands pushing his head away from my cunt. "Let me fuck you like momma did, please Daddy," I pleaded.

He rolled quickly, pulling me with him. He fisted his cock, standing it straight up. I rose to one knee, lifting the other leg, grabbed his engorged cock, slipped it back and forth through my soaked lips, the aimed it to my wet hole. Shifting, I started stuffing his hard cock into my wet depths. 

"Your cock is so big Daddy," I whispered through clenched teeth. Lifting, dropping, grinding, my body swallowed his cock deep, my wet channel sliding deep unto his pelvis. Our bodies joined, my hands on his chest, his back arched, I rocked my hips, grinding his cock deeper, my juices dripping down his shaft, matting his pubic hair. 

I love you Daddy! I love your cock too," I told him, monotone in inflection. "Did you cum in her Daddy," I asked. He nodded yes. "Good Daddy, come in your baby girl. Fill my cunt with your cum Daddy," I breathed, my hips exploding on his cock, rocking, thumping, grinding his cock deep in my cunt. He grabbed my tits, rolling the nipples, twisting the hard flesh. "Did you pinch her tits Daddy," I asked, looking to stare at his hands on my tits. "Do I fuck like momma," I asked softly, staring into his eyes.

"Yes baby," he grunted out, not answering every question. His balls boiled, his orgasm ripping through his balls, erupting, spitting cum into his long hard shaft, and spewing into my waiting depths. I stopped all movement when he erupted, grinding my hips deep to his pelvis. Each spurt flexed his shaft, each spurt felt in my body as he shot his juices into my yielding body. "God Baby," he breathed, pulling me close, his arms wrapping around me. "I love you too sweetie," he whispered. "I love you too," he repeated softly.

We lay there for several minutes, not moving, just catching our breath. My hips rocked lazily on his flaccid cock, grinding the wet flesh against our bodies. Humping back and forth, I groaned again.

He leaned to kiss me softly, our lips brushing gently.

"Thanks Daddy," I breathed softly. "Go back to bed now," I instructed. He kissed me once more, rolled to the edge of the bed, grabbed his shorts, rose and walked briskly back to his room. I went to the bathroom, squeezed out any remaining fluids, wiped my slit, threw on my shorts, and headed to back to bed. I was definitely sated. I had had Daddy again, filling my hole in less than an hour. He had both of his women in a short several hours. I drifted off to sleep very quickly. 

Daddy's alarm came abruptly, shouting in his brain. Exercising first, he finished with his 4-mile run, grabbed a cup of coffee, and headed to the shower. He was ready to leave for work early. His mood was exceptional.

"Monday is my favorite day," he sang to himself, knowing he had taken liberties with the real song. He was very chipper. 

Sherri, his new admin since Vickee left, arrived early as well. Unknown to me at the time, Sherri was his newest office sex toy, hired first to serve his sexual needs, and then to do a superb job as his personal assistant. Sherri traveled with him all the time on his corporate plane. Hot, passionate, she fucked Daddy at his whim. I had seen her many times in the past year, always a step back, demure, but a very attractive total package. Somewhat pretty, dressed to the nines, a tall, lithe lady, she had ample curves, a quick smile, and a very nice ass.

I got a call late in the day from Daddy, asking me to join him for a dinner meeting in the city. Dad liked me to join him on occasion to get a feel for what he did, kinda like the "bring your daughter to work day" held each year. I dressed very nice, a wide necked blouse, buttoned to show cleavage, with a blue, short skirt, and no panties. I did stuff a pair into my purse for later. I let mom know Daddy would be working late with me this evening, and headed down to his offices. All the way to the office, I fantasized about having Daddy take me on his desk. By the time I arrived, I was almost dripping, horny, and ready for Daddy to have me.

"Hi Sherri," I said as I walked briskly past her desk. I noted her flushed face, which perplexed me. "You ok," I asked?

"Terrific," she responded, smiling softly. "Absolutely terrific," she said.

"Hey Baby," Daddy said, smiling as he took in my attire. I walked around the desk, leaned to give him a light kiss on his lips, lingering a little longer that necessary. 

"Feel my legs Daddy," I whispered. His hand reached to my inner knee. "Up," I breathed quietly. Daddy's hand slid gently up my inner thigh. As his fingertip approached my cunt, I widened my stance slightly. His finger brushed across my wet slit. He groaned, realizing I was not wearing panties. I squatted slightly, pushing his fingertip into my wet slit. "God Daddy," I growled as he groaned. "Want to fuck me right here," I asked lustfully? I reached to his lap, my fingers curling around his chubbing cock. I stroked it for good measures.

"Yes I do," he groaned. "Go close the door," he whispered. I could barely move quick enough. My cunt throbbed, I am sure juices would be running down my thighs momentarily. I shuddered as I walked. I was going to fuck my Daddy in his office. I turned quickly, getting back to his desk. Daddy had pushed his coffee cup aside, patting the desk. "Sit here sweetie," he instructed. Stepping between him and his desk, I plopped my butt on the desk. Daddy moved between my legs, kissing my thighs as I quickly pulled the skirt up, exposing my pussy. Daddy pulled his chair closer, kissed slowly up my thighs, heading toward my wet slit. I reached to stroke his hair, opening my legs wider. In seconds, Daddy's tongue stretched to probe my slit, his tongue poking at my engorged clit. I scooted closer to the edge of the desk, opening my legs wide, propping my feet on his chair. I bowed my back, tilting my hips to his mouth. Daddy sucked my clit into his mouth, circling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. I was so close to cumming at that instant, I almost screamed.

Daddy tugged at my clit, his teeth clamped firmly over the hard nub. His tongue danced over my flesh, licking down my lips, nipping, chewing gently. I saw stars, my mind flashing many bright lights. I lost cognizant thought. Daddy devoured me, assaulted my sex button, thrashing my wet slit. He dropped lower, shoving his tongue into my hole, licking, sucking my juices into his mouth. My butt flexed involuntarily, humping up and down on his tongue. Closing my eyes, my body raced toward my first orgasm of the afternoon.

"Oh God Daddy," I whimpered. "So close," my voice trailed off. I knew I only had seconds. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled his face into my cleft, twisting his head back and forth as he tongue fucked me. A shudder built deep in my body, my orgasm reaching from deep in my core, erupting through my hips, escaping through my cunt. "Oh yes Daddy," I cried out softly as my orgasm exploded in my body. Daddy grabbed my clit, his tongue thrashing it hard, fast, mashing it against his teeth. Biting down firmly, he flicked the bud harder, tugging as well. My orgasm maintained its' peak, lifting my thoughts, my needs higher by the minute. My cunt begged to be penetrated, to feel his huge cock enter me, slide deep in my body.

"Fuck me Daddy," I instructed. Standing, Daddy dropped his pants, pulled his shorts down, fisting his huge, engorged cock. He sat back in his chair. 

"Come here, turn around," he commanded. I moved quickly, my cunt throbbing, soaked, needing his cock. I pulled my skirt up over my ass, stepped to straddle Daddy's legs, placed my hands on his thighs as he guided my ass toward his lap. Fisting his cock, he swiped the head back and forth along my wet slit. I hesitated, letting him find my hole. With his free hand on the small of my back, Daddy pulled me back, dropping my ass, shoving his cock into my wet cunt. The head pressed hard against me, then exploded into my body as I dropped to his lap. My eyes bulged as his huge cock invaded my body. I humped up, down a couple of times, driving his cock balls deep in my wet cunt. I leaned back flat against his chest, his cock buried in my body. His hands now grabbed my hips, flexing his butt, lifting, driving his cock deep, flexing his thighs to lift my body up several inches, then slamming me back down on his cock.

His hands reached over my hip bones, his finger finding my clit, thrashing it back and forth as he plunged his cock in and out of my cunt. Sensitive, my clit responded quickly to his masturbation, my body screaming for a second orgasm. I tilted my head back against his shoulder, Daddy turning his chair facing sideways. He humped me hard, driving every inch of his cock into my body, his fingers thrashing my clit. My body exploded into a second orgasm as I lost all thought, only wanting Daddy to fill me again, to shoot his cum deep in my cunt. His hands moved quickly up my body, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples.

At that instant, a guttural groan started deep in my body. My hips thrashed, rocking back and forth on Daddy, driving his rigid cock deeper, grinding, humping him. 

My body froze, her mouth clamped over my spread lips, sucking my clit into her mouth. My eyes flew open, Daddy thrust his hips up, jamming his cock deep as I grunted hard. Sherri looked deep into my eyes. My hands reached for her, pulling her harder to my clit. My jaw clenched, my teeth bared, I growled at her. 

"Suck me," I commanded. Her head thrashed back and forth, tugging, almost ripping my clit from me. My body erupted again, a powerful orgasm ripping through my body as Daddy drove his cock deep. I rocked back and forth hard, grinding his cock deep into my body. Lifting his hips, a thrust, a hard, deep grunt gave way to shooting his cum into my body. Spurt after spurt erupted from his magnificent cock, Sherri sucked more gently on my swollen clit. My senses regained composure, my thoughts organized, I looked to Sherri, her eyes smiling. She licked slowly, her mouth open, her tongue licking upwards, lifting, and strafing my clit. Her cheeks glistened from my juices. I caressed her face as she moved upwards, her hand reaching around my head, pulling her mouth to mine. 

She kissed me softly, her tongue darting into my mouth. I could taste me on her lips. I hungrily sucked her tongue into my mouth, groaning deeply. Daddy's cock was slipping from my cunt. I reached to hold it in my cunt for a minute longer. Sherri reached to my hand, flattening over my hand, the heel of her hand pressing firmly on my clit. I growled into her mouth again. Sherri sat back on her haunches, letting me rise, and move off my Daddy's lap. I turned just in time to see her dive forward, her hand wrapped firmly around Daddy's limp cock, and suck the sticky flesh into her mouth. She growled deeply as she devoured his flesh. Daddy stroked her hair. I moved to kneel beside her, watching her suck to his balls, then pull up, stretching the flaccid cock. I reached to grab his balls. 




Daddy Writes Erotica Ch. 04



Sherri offered me Daddy's cock. I looked to her eyes, saw her approval. I leaned forward, sucking the head quickly into my mouth. 

"Your father told me about having sex with you over the weekend," Sherri whispered. "He had written so many fantasies about you, about fucking you," she continued. "I have never been with a woman," her voice haltered. "But he made me want you so badly," she offered. She leaned to kiss my cheek, her breath hot on my skin. I turned to kiss her on the mouth, our lips brushing softly. Instinctively, I reached to grab her chest, to feel her hardened nipples. Completely covered in her blouse and bra, she moaned approvingly. Squeezing roughly, I kissed her harder, my tongue shooting into her mouth. She melted to me, my dominance taking control. My cunt throbbed. A twenty something woman, wanting an 18-yr old girl. I stood, pulling her to her feet. 

"Remove your panties. On the desk," I ordered. Sherri moved very quickly. "Do you mind Daddy," I asked. He almost jumped from the chair. I sat, turned to the desk, and pulled my body close to the edge. Lifting her skirt, I smelled her, her musky odor filling my nostrils. I folded the skirt back, exposing her cunt. It glistened, her juices flowing freely. I reached to spread her lips, her pink slit soaked in her juices. Her clit protruded, almost a little dick waiting for my lips. I grew lustful, I wanted to suck her, to dominate her, to have her any way I wanted. I growled, leaning to suck her clit into my mouth. Her hips leaped upwards, her thighs clamping to my head as I sucked her clit deep into my mouth. 

"Oh shit," she hissed. Her legs relaxed, opening, splaying wide. I chewed down on her clit, my tongue mashing it against my teeth. Quickly, I brought two fingers to her wet hole, shoving them quickly into her wet sheath. I listened to her juices squish over my fingers as I thrust them into her body. Her breath exploded from her in a guttural grunt. I hammered her body, thrusting my fingers in and out of her cunt, my tongue dancing on her wet clit. Her butt muscles clenched, relaxed, clenched, and relaxed repeatedly, shoving her cunt to my mouth, humping me hard. Her movements grew more erratic, jumping involuntarily. Her body erupted into orgasm, her legs clamped over my shoulders, clamping my mouth firmly to her sex. Her hands pulled my face tight to her clit, my tongue flicking her hard. Her juices flooded from her body, covering my face. I thought I would drown. I slowed my tongue, lightly caressing her clit, licking up and down her slit. Her body relaxed, her breathing slowed. She lay limp on the desk.

I leaned back, wiping her juices from my cheeks. I glanced to Daddy, the first look since I moved to suck her cunt. His cock was rigid again, he stood fisting it, stroking the full length fully, deliberately. 

"Who wants my cum," he asked almost breathless? I moved toward him, joined quickly by Sherri. We each grabbed his cock, sharing its' length, each stroking the shaft. I leaned first, sealing my lips over the head. I pushed my mouth down, taking his cock deep into my mouth and throat. Pulling off, I offered his cock to Sherri. Watching me, she moved to suck the head into her mouth, her pliant lips wrapping the head, closing over the crown. "God damn," Daddy breathed. Sherri bobbed on his cock. I watched as she pulled up, her lips stretched, her cheeks hollowed from sucking so hard. Popping off the head, she again offered the one eyed monster to me. 

"Make him cum," she whispered hoarsely. I grinned.

"Let's share his cum," I responded softly.

Never considered, I moved to the head, Sherri did likewise. Both sets of lips, both tongues probed, licked, and sucked the sides of the head. We each took one of his balls, caressing, squeezing gently. I moved to take his cock deep, quickly rising, as Sherri moved to take it deep in her mouth. We got our rhythm, taking turns bobbing on his rigid cock. His hips jumped to our mouths, his face contorted, feeling each take him, lick him, and squeeze his hairy balls. Seconds passed. 

Daddy grabbed Sherri, pulling her roughly down his cock. "I'm cumming," he grunted. Sherri clamped down hard, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his fluids. Pulling up, off his cock, a stream of cum draped from the eye to her lip. I quickly covered the head, the string of cum plastered to my cheek. A blast of cum jettisoned down my throat as I drove my face to the base of his cock. I could feel it pulsating in my mouth and throat. A second blast filled my mouth as I pulled back, giving his engorged shaft to Sherri for one more blast. Daddy groaned loud, his hips thrusting into her face.

I reached to Sherri's cunt, my fingers exploring her wet slit. I flicked over her clit, sliding deep between her legs. I found her wet hole, shoving two fingers to my palm into her body. She knee hopped closer, driving her cunt onto my fingers. Pulling off Daddy, she turned to me, moved to kiss me firmly. Her tongue exploded into my mouth, Daddy's cum passing back and forth between us. Her hand found my slit, burying her fingers in my cunt as well. We rocked back and forth, thrusting, jamming our hands into each other's cunts. I throbbed, my cunt on fire, needing to cum. Seconds passed, Sherri brought me over, my orgasm racing through my body. I pulled her close, my hand thrashing her clit. Her body exploded, her orgasm ripping her core. We humped each other hard, grinding, screwing the fingers buried so deep in our respective cunts. I could barely breathe.

Our orgasms passed slowly, our masturbation prolonging the feelings. We held each other, Daddy stood, caressing our hair, his cock dangling near our faces. Breathing returned to normal slowly. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be. I slowly, deliberately removed my fingers, pulling them to my lips, sucking her juices into my mouth. Sherri did the same, watching me, mimicking me. I leaned to kiss her once more.

"God damn baby girl," Daddy spoke softly. "I love you so much," he whispered softly.

I stood, moving close to Daddy. "I love you too Daddy," I replied. I kissed him softly, lovingly. 

Sherri grabbed Daddy's cock, pulled it close to my exposed cunt, pressing the head to my wisp of hair, and kissed both privates simultaneously. Her tongue licked Daddy's cock, and probed into my slit. I reached to stroke her hair. 

"Is she mine too now Daddy," I asked.

"Please," whispered Sherri, staring at Daddy. "I will please you both," she whispered.

"Our secret," Daddy said, staring at me. I nodded affirmatively. "Yes baby girl, I will share her with you," he confirmed. I hugged him tightly.

"Sherri, I sure would like to cum once more," I whispered. Grinning, she leaned to my crotch, her tongue extending between my labia, probing to find my clit. I groaned appreciatively.

"Watch us Daddy," I breathed softly, knowing I would cum shortly. God I am insatiable I thought to myself, pulling her to my cunt. "Yes sweetie," I breathed softly encouraging Sherri. "Yes!" I groaned gutturally.



Daddy Writes Erotica



I went to the kitchen to assist Mom in the preparation of dinner. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, she looked very good for her age. Always attending her exercise classes, she kept in top shape, barely an ounce of fat on her frame. I had tasted female juices other than my own for the first time in the past 2-hours. I now looked at her with different eyes. Was she aware of Daddy's stories? Did she help him? Give him ideas? Or did he have her dead in the stories to make the incest more believable, less risky? Mom attended church every Sunday. She always avoided sexual play, comments, even discussions regarding gay and lesbian rights. I did not believe she would be a part of Dads' stories. Compared to me, she was petite, non-athletic, and non-aggressive. But like the stories, she had been prom queen, dated Daddy during high school. More coincidences were being shot down. I could not believe it, my dad the author.

Daddy arrived shortly. It did not take him long to get out of the office dress casual attire into his short and t-shirt. We jumped into our regular routine. Dinner served, we ate, talking about our day. But today was different. I looked to his crotch, trying to get a glimpse of his massive cock. Were the stories real? Did he measure 9 ½ inches? As we sat, I got wet between the legs. I ached to be touched, to cum. I squeezed my thighs together, moving my hips back and forth a tiny bit. Squeezing just right, I was able to massage my clit sitting there. I looked to Daddy. Mommy. Nothing observed. I slipped my hand to my lap, pulling my shorts up, slipping my panties to the side, exposing my clit. "Oh God," I muttered under my breath. Would the smell expose me? God I wanted to cum. I stretched my leg out, touching Daddy's leg. I let my foot caress his ankle, my toes playing on his skin. He grinned at me. I slid my foot up his leg, reaching to his upper thigh. He shifted somewhat uncomfortably but not to notice. My cunt throbbed.

As my finger crossed my clit, a throaty gasp escaped my lips. I feigned a cough to cover my inexcusable slip. I thrashed my clit back and forth for a moment more. It was so good. I glanced to my Daddy, unaware of where my finger was. I pushed lower, pushing just the tip into my wet hole. Would he like to watch? Would he want to smell my finger? Taste my finger? A very nasty thought crossed my mind. I swiped my finger around my slit, coating to mid finger. I pulled my panties back in place. 

"Be right back," I said, bounding out of the kitchen. Grabbing any excuse I could find, a graded essay, I bounded back to the kitchen. Walking up behind my Daddy, I reached over his shoulder, dropping the paper beside his silverware. I rested my hand on his shoulder, my juices coated finger inches from his nose. My heart jumped to my throat, my insides churning, wanting Daddy to kiss my hand, or lower his nose to my hand, or some acknowledgement that he smelled my juices. I was dripping, soaking my panties. I leaned to him, grabbing his cheek with my covered hand, leaning to kiss his cheek. "I love you so much DaddyO," I offered, lingering longer than necessary. Did I see a hint of guessing? Could he tell what was on my fingers? I slowly, deliberately drug my hand near his mouth, nose. Damn I was nasty, raunchy at that moment. I would have fucked him right in front of Mom if he wanted me! "Drop you pants Daddy, bend me over the table, fuck me!" my mind screamed. 

I walked quickly back to my chair, my foot was caressing him within seconds. I pushed the limit, my toes kneading his upper thigh inches from his cock. All innocent of course! He adjusted himself. That I could tell. Was his cock chubbing in his shorts? We finished dinner quickly. Being a school night, not much was planned. I rose to help Mom clean the table. Once completed, I bent over the counter top of the island, feigning to look over my paper once again. Daddy moved to pass me, stopping directly behind me, his hand rested on my hip. Mom, with her back to us, did not see him step to me, his other hand resting on my other hip. Softly, gently, Daddy stepped to the saddle, his body lightly pressing against my backside. I could feel his hardness hanging down his leg, pressed so gently against my ass that it could be an inadvertent touch. But I knew! And Daddy knew. Our dance started that evening. I tilted my hips ever so slightly, barely moving, but my breathing halted just enough to give Daddy the impression I knew what was happening between us. Daddy stepped away quickly. Nervous? Scarred? 

I turned to see his bulge protruding from his shorts. A spasm shot through my crotch. That hunk of manhood would soon be mine. He headed off to the family room. 

"Hey Dad! Can you give me a neck rub," I asked? "My muscles seem tight tonight," I continued. I entered the family room, grabbed the small step stool, and moved to sit between his legs. We had done this a thousand times, so nothing out of the ordinary. I leaned back into his thighs, his cock just inches from my spine. Daddy kneaded my neck firmly, working the muscles. His strong hands moved down over my shoulders, around my back, down my spine as far as he could with me this close to him. I could feel him, behind me, his hips would arch slightly, his thighs close to snuggle my back, shoulders as he pulled my body back slightly. I let him work my shoulders hard. 

And now the clincher. I moved to turn to face him as done many, many times before. Draping my arms over his thighs, I leaned to him, facing his crotch. My hands clasped over his cock innocently. Daddy's hands worked the muscles clear down my back, leaning hard to me. As he pressed down my back, his crotch lifted to my hands, pressing firmly against me. His chubbed cock pressed against my palms. I wiggled down, firmly pressing on his cock. Daddy's massage got slower, deliberate. I could feel his cock jump involuntarily with his movements.

"Baby, what's got into you?" he whispered softly. 

"Nothing yet," I whispered back. I let my thumb caress the side of his cock. He jumped, thrusting his hips upward. He grunted in surprise! "If I go get my homework done quickly, can we watch a pay movie on cable?" I asked.

"Something you want to see baby," he responded. 

"Daddy, why would I ask if I did not want to see one," I responded sarcastically. Mom laughed, looking at my father.

"Ok sweetie," he responded as I stood, dropping my hand to his cheek. He turned to kiss my hand, lingering, smelling. Moving quickly, I bounded up the stairs to my room to get studies done. I had many plans during the movie. Started late enough, Momma would end up in bed, leaving me and Daddy to finish the movie on our own.

My sex ached! I needed to cum!