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Sweet Sandy Ch. 01

By: Oldguy45



Part 1: At the Beach

At 7 a.m. my eyes popped open. There was something I had to do. I turned in bed and snuggled up to the sleeping form beside me. She sighed deeply as I put my arm around her and pulled her close. The scent of sex and skin wafted up to me. I nearly fell asleep before I again realized there was something I had to do. I kissed her on her ear and reluctantly got out of bed. I went down the hall and took a pee, then went into the other bedroom and turned back the covers on the bed in there. Returning to my bedroom, I could see she was stirring and stretching a little under the covers. I pulled the damp, cum-covered sheet back and uncovered the blond-haired, petite form of my daughter. I gently lifted her nude form from the bed. Her arms went around my neck and hugged me as I carried her down the hall. I laid her in bed in the other bedroom and covered her up. I kissed her gently but passionately. She held the kiss, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Sunlight was streaming through the windows when I returned to my bedroom. The sheets were damp with blotches of dried semen and, to my surprise, a little blood. It ran through my groggy mind that I must have wanted her especially keenly last night. But then, I always wanted her keenly. I stripped the bed, gathered up the sheets and took them to the utility room to be washed. Lest my wife find them, I went ahead and started the washer. No evidence.

I made coffee and sat at the table reviewing the events of the previous six months. My wife Helen had had a cancer scare about six months prior. During and after that time, my daughter Sandy and I had become close, intimately close. Sandy had always been my "Daddy's Girl" but she became even more so. She had become very physically affectionate, wanting hugs and kisses when I left for work and when I came home. She seemed to crave my physical touch all the time. I figured this was how she dealt with the fear of losing her mother. So I went along with it. I rather enjoyed it, actually.

Let me take a minute to describe my daughter, myself, and my new wife. My daughter is small, perfectly formed, and a true blond—at least physically. She is no fool, though, and after awhile I realized that she had planned out the series of events that later transpired. She has blue eyes, firm but smallish breasts, and a beautiful ass. As I said, she's a true blond: her sex is lightly covered with fine light fuzz. She is 19, and she is beautiful.

I on the other hand, am a rather ordinary looking 46 year old with salt and pepper hair, hazel eyes, a (slight) paunch, and apparently not enough sense to see what was going on around me. My name is Bob, and I own a small contracting business.

My wife Helen is an ambitious small-town company executive who travels a lot and is thus away from home much of the time. She is a striking blond with sharp brown eyes, heavy breasts, rather voluptuous hips and a hearty sexual appetite. She would be arriving there at our beach house later that morning.

Lost in my reverie, I didn't hear Sandy get up and go to the bathroom. She came up behind me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She said, "Daddy, last night was wonderful. I'm halfway sorry that Mom is coming today. I could use some more of that loving." I turned to her and put my arms around her, burying my face between her breasts. She was nude. She always seemed to be nude, at least around me. "I'm going back to sleep for a while. I was up late last night." She laughed throatily and skipped off, her nice ass wiggling for my benefit.

It had been one of those January nights when it both rained and snowed. The wind was blowing and I could hear it whistling down my chimney. I had a fire going in the fireplace, the lights were out, and the living room was dimly lit by the dancing flames. My wife was in the hospital for a series of tests, and Sandy and I were alone in the house.

Sandy had been especially clingy all evening. We had talked to Helen on the phone, made sure she was settled, and then we ourselves had settled in for the night. Sandy had cooked steaks and potatoes, and had opened, with my permission, a bottle of my best cabernet. By the time dinner was finished, we were both feeling very mellow. I changed into my most comfortable loose-fitting flannel pajamas and Sandy put on a rather thin cotton nightgown. Then we got on the big, comfy couch and talked quietly and hugged and comforted each other.

Sandy had put light perfume on and the scent and warmth of her body was intoxicating. She kept inching closer and closer to me on the couch. Her hand was on my chest, caressing me gently. I was a little surprised, but it was pleasant, and I didn't stop her. Then Sandy raised her head and kissed me full on the lips. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth.

"Sandy," I said quietly, "I don't know if we should do this."

"I'm sorry, Dad," she said. "I knew it would surprise you, but I wanted to do it anyway."

"But why, darling?" I asked.

"Because I love you, Daddy. And I'm scared for Mom. And if we lose her, then you're going to need someone to take care of you." Sandy's eyes welled with tears. "And I just need it, Daddy."

She threw her arms around me and kissed me again, hard. I didn't push her away because, truthfully, I was excited and aroused by her kisses. My erection was already pushing against the material of my pajamas.

I felt as though I should resist a little more, if only to assuage my conscience. "But you know what other people, what society would say, if they found out we were having..." I let myself trail off.

"A physical relationship?" My daughter said. "Well, nobody has to know, and I really don't care anyway. Dad, I love you and I'm attracted to you. Aren't you attracted to me?"

"You have no idea, darling," I said truthfully. She was indeed, stunning. The firelight played on her features and outlined her figure beneath the thin material of her nightgown.

She crawled over me and laid her head in my lap. I knew she couldn't help but notice my rock-hard cock just millimeters away from her face and separated from her sweet lips by only a thin layer of flannel. She snuggled her head into my lap, sending delicious sensations through my body. "I think I have an idea of how you feel," she murmured. She snuggled again and inhaled deeply, then I felt her kiss me through the fabric.

I was in heaven, transfixed. I never wanted the moment to end. And yes, all my resistance was gone. This delectable creature in my lap, my precious daughter, was nuzzling my cock eagerly. All she would have to do was unsnap one or two snaps and then... 

"Dad?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, baby."

"You're very hard."

"I know. Believe me I know."

She sighed and snuggled. "Does Mom, you know, suck it sometimes?"

I paused. I couldn't believe it. "Yes honey, your Mom does suck my cock sometimes."

She looked at me. The fire had died down somewhat but the room was still warm. I could see her face, her eyes. "Daddy, please." Was all she said.

"Are you sure you want to?" I asked. My thoughts and emotions were racing. And there was no denying the feeling in my loins.

"Yes Daddy, I want to suck your cock."

"Okay baby, then here's how you should suck my cock. First, take off your nightgown." 

Sandy got off the couch and stood before me. With one slow motion, as if she was revealing herself to me a little at a time, she lifted the gown off. Then she stood before me bewitchingly nude. I sat up a little and held out my arms. She came to me eagerly and I buried my face in her belly and then moved lower, nuzzling her fine pubic hair. I could smell her warm sweet sex. I kissed her pubic area. Sandy ran her fingers through my hair and drew me closer.

"What do I do next, Daddy?"

"Well, sometimes as a token of her love for the man, a woman will get on her knees in front of him when she sucks him," I said.

Sandy immediately fell to her knees before me. "Unsnap me," I said. She undid the snaps of my pajama bottoms and my cock sprang forth. He eyes widened. She took it in her hand and slowly moved it up and down. I nearly came right then so I took her hand and said, "Easy baby. I don't want to come too fast."

She looked up at me and said, "What next?"

"Circle the tip with your tongue, then move down the shaft, then come back up and put it in your mouth..." I actually had to stop talking then because she was already doing it. Sandy ardently kissed and licked my straining dick up and down. True, she was a little amateurish (something I was secretly glad for) but her eagerness made up for it. She arrived back at the top and briefly paused, then engulfed my cock in her warm, moist, sucking mouth.

The feeling was incredible, absolutely incredible. I looked down to see my daughter's beautiful blond head bobbing up and down in my lap while my body was flooded with the most exquisite sensations I'd ever experienced. She was mewing, catlike, over my cock while she sucked.

"Oh baby doll," I moaned. "That is sweet."

She stopped momentarily, taking her mouth off and asked, "What do I do when, you know, the stuff comes out?"

"Baby the highest compliment a woman can pay to the man she loves is to swallow his cum."

"Then that's what I'll do," she said, before once again engulfing my cock.

I leaned forward a little and rubbed my daughter's back and shoulders, caressed her breasts, leaned forward again and reached down to touch her anus and pussy. She moaned while I was doing this threw her arms around my waist as she sucked. I could feel every movement of her sweet mouth and tongue against my cock. I leaned back and let the pleasure roll over me in waves, surrendering fully to Sandy's hungry mouth. She took her small hand and pumped me gently while she sucked. My pleasure skyrocketed and I knew I would soon explode.

"Oh baby," I sobbed, "I'm going to cum very soon." 

She answered with a low gurgling moan. 

My pleasure was peaking. I could feel my semen gathering in my balls. The familiar pre-orgasm tingle started deep in my belly and raced through my loins. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. "I'm cumming baby," I said as my sperm burst out of the end of my cock into my daughter's waiting mouth. Gamely, she sucked and swallowed. I felt her gag a little, but she kept at it until she had swallowed all of my salty load. She continued sucking until I grew too sensitive, then I lifted her gently off and looked into her eyes. A tiny droplet of semen, the only remnant of my pleasure, glistened at the corner of her mouth. Her pink tongue snaked out and drew it in.

"Did I do it right?" she asked.

"Yes baby. Just right." I said. She crawled up into my lap and put her arms around me. "Good," she said, sighing deeply. "I just want to make you happy, Daddy."

"I know how you can make me even happier," I whispered in her ear.

"How, Daddy?" she murmured against my neck.

"Daddy would like to make love to you now," I said.

Sandy looked at me. She kissed me hard on the mouth. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said. She jumped out of my arms and took my hands, pulling me out of the sofa. Her pert breasts bounced with her movement. "Come on Daddy! Let's go to bed!" I got up off the couch and scooped her up into my arms. Sandy squealed with delight.

I carried her into the bedroom and laid her naked and writhing on the bed. Then suddenly, a worried look came over her face. "But Daddy," she said. "I'm a virgin. Is it going to hurt? Are you going to get me pregnant?"

I took my pajamas off and sat down on the bed beside her. I caressed her beautiful body and looked into her eyes. "Baby," I said gently, "first of all, I'm so glad you're a virgin. That means very, very much to me. Now, it may hurt just a little when I take your virginity, but I know what I'm doing. I'll prepare you thoroughly beforehand and I promise you the pain will be minimal. And don't worry about getting pregnant. I got a vasectomy shortly after you were born. I couldn't get you pregnant even if I wanted to."

"Good." She seemed relieved. She held out her arms and whispered, "I'm ready for you to make love to me, Daddy."

I got on the bed with her and took her into my arms. We kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling gently. I kissed her neck, her ears, her breasts. Sandy's scent and warmth were overwhelming. She was exquisite: responsive and eager and giving. She took one of my nipples between her lips and sucked gently. The feeling went straight to my groin and my cock twitched back into life. I was a little amazed. It had been years since I'd been able to get an erection so soon after cumming. But this young female, so beautiful, so firm, to limber and loving, she aroused me in a way that I hadn't been aroused in many years.

I kissed her breasts, kneading them gently, pulling at the nipples, sucking on them. She sighed deeply and held them out to me, encouraging me to suck and lick them. I moved a little lower, shifting so that I was between her firm thighs. I circled her navel with my tongue and shifted a little lower yet.

Now I was at her treasure. Her untouched treasure. Sandy's pussy hair was light, and fine, and wispy. Maidenhair, that's what it was, maidenhair. I pushed her legs apart and she spread them wide, saying, "Oh yes, Daddy love. Make it feel good for me. Kiss me between my legs, Daddy."

Her pussy was beautiful. Her outer lips were plump and aroused, and her inner lips hid shyly between them. I opened her gently and inhaled her girl-woman scent. She was very wet and her nectar glistened in the folds. I opened my mouth and gave her a sucking, open-mouthed kiss. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby that feels so good Daddy. Kiss it good for me." I laved her sex with my tongue, tasting her, having her fill my senses. She tasted musky and sweet and tart and I loved every millimeter of her. Her down tickled my nose a little and I pushed in deeper, burying myself in her folds. I spread her fully apart and began flicking her tiny little clit, then switched and tongued her entire pussy. Back and forth, clit to pussy, then a trip down to her dainty asshole. I rimmed her thoroughly and inserted the tip of my tongue into her anus. I pried her apart and tasted the inner walls of her butthole. She was clean and sweet, exactly as I expected. When I moved back up to her clit, her cries became more strident. I could tell my darling daughter, my Sandy, my lover, was about to climax. Gently, but insistently, I flicked her clit up and down, up and down. She whimpered and cried, moaned and sighed and finally, she screamed, "Oh Daddy, right there! Don't stop baby! Don't stop! Aghhh, aghhh, aghhh!!" She sobbed through climax after climax as I licked her pussy and clit. Finally, to bring her down gently, I let up on the pressure.

Sandy lay limply on her side, her legs tightly together. I heard her sobbing. Suddenly worried that I'd done something wrong, I crawled up beside her and took her in my arms. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked. She immediately put her arms around my neck and held me tightly. I repeated the question. I could feel her tears on my chest. She sniffled and looked up at me. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"No Daddy," she said. "It's just that I've never felt anything like that before. Never. It was incredible." Sandy opened her mouth to me and we kissed with every fiber of our beings. She pressed her body against mine and squirmed against my granite-hard prick. "I'm ready for you to... to take me Daddy... to fuck me," she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life. Please fuck...please fuck me, Daddy. Take my virginity."

Sandy laid back on the bed and opened her legs. Her sweet pussy glistened with saliva and lubrication. She put her hand on it and opened herself for me. "Put your cock in me, Daddy."

I crawled up between her legs and placed the head of my engorged dick at the wet, swollen entrance to her sex. "Take me in your hand and guide me in, darling," I said. Sandy took my cock in her hand and wedged me into her slit. I pushed gently, encountering resistance. I could feel her hymen stretch under my insistent pressure. I wanted to shove myself in, but I knew it would hurt too much. So, I readjusted my angle and dug my knees into the bed. Then I pushed again, intending to broach her.

"Unghh!" Sandy said as I pushed through her maidenhead. She frowned.

"Does it hurt, baby?" I asked. "Do you want me to take it out?"

She kissed me hard and whispered, "Yes Daddy, it hurts, but don't you dare take it out!" I pushed again and broke completely through. "Unghh!" Sandy cried again as I hilted myself in her tight, untested sheath. And tight she was. It had been a long time since I'd been gripped that way by a woman. It was hard to refrain from cumming right away, but somehow I did. I began moving slowly back and forth. Luckily, Sandy was very wet already, and my cock moved easily in and out. Soon, the frown left her face, her mouth opened slightly, and she began moving with me.

I used all the moves I'd learned in my 46 years. I ground into her pussy, I went shallow, then deep, then round and round. Sandy began moaning quietly, urging me on. Her slim legs came up around my waist and held on while I fucked my daughter with ever-increasing energy and strength. "Oh yes Daddy, fuck me. Do it to me lover! Oh, that's good!" She became incomprehensible as the pleasure overtook her. I sensed that she was nearing her climax; I was certainly nearing mine. I held her close and tight and fucked my lovely daughter for all I was worth. I felt her pussy spasm, then her whole body as she screamed out her climax. I covered her mouth with mine and poured my hot, thick semen into her as I shoved my tongue down her throat.

Covered in sweat, limbs twitching in exhaustion, I moved off of her even as she mewed her disappointment. I lay on my back beside her and she moved in close. I managed to turn on my side and we kissed and kissed. I brushed the sweat-damp hair back from her face and said, "I love you Sandy girl. I love you I love you."

"I love you too Daddy."

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

*** 

That had been six months ago. Since that time, Sandy and I had made love any time we could. Since Helen's cancer scare (her tests had been negative, thank goodness) she had gone back to work full-time and was out of town a lot . Many times, Helen had barely gotten her car out of the driveway before Sandy and I were tearing at each other's clothes. I was insatiable when it came to my sexy, sweet daughter. And Sandy, to my delight, was insatiable for me.

There was, of course, Helen. Sandy and I had had to talk about her. The fact was that I still loved and desired Helen. She was beautiful and had given me a beautiful daughter. "You know that I still love your mother very much and I'll need to make love to her too," I told Sandy one afternoon in bed. We had just finished and were resting before going out to eat.

"I know, Daddy. I don't mind, really."

I was amazed at her aplomb. Amazed and relieved. I really didn't want to give up either of my two beauties. I considered myself the luckiest man alive.

"But," she said, and I tensed. There was always a But. "Daddy, you absolutely cannot screw around on either me or Mom. You cannot do that, Dad. It would hurt us too much. Besides, why would you want to? You have two women to love. Most men would kill for what you've got."

I was so relieved that it must have been evident on my face. "Sandy, I am no fool. Nobody, and I mean nobody, can hold a candle to either you or your mother. I have absolutely no intention of screwing around on either of you. You have my word."

"Then Daddy, you have nothing to worry about. I'm certainly not going to tell Mom. That is, unless we do it together."


Sweet Sandy Ch. 01



"Well," I said, "I don't think your mother is ready to find out about us. At least, not yet."

"Good," she said. "Now that that's settled, can we go get something to eat? I'm starved."

Now it was summertime, and we were at the beach, Sandy and I. We were waiting for Helen to arrive. She should get there that morning.

We had driven to our beach house together last evening. Sandy had ridden with her hand in my lap the entire time. We got to the house about six and unpacked. While we were unpacking and setting up, I went into the bathroom and surreptitiously took a certain small blue pill. Then we went out to eat. We got back about nine and I called Helen. She was at home.

"Hi," I said. "When did you get home?"

"About an hour ago. How was the drive?" She sounded tired.

"It was fine. We're set up here, waiting for you." As I said this, Sandy walked by and shook her butt at me. She had stripped to a pink thong and nothing more. Her breasts bounced with each step. She smiled at me and shook her butt again. My cock began to get hard.

"I'm looking forward to getting there, darling. I'll be there tomorrow morning sometime." Then Helen said throatily, "Save a little something for me, Bob. I'm going to need you tomorrow night."

I was a little taken aback, but I recovered, saying. "You sound tired. Get some sleep. I love you."

"I love you, too," she said and hung up. I was left wondering what she meant.

***

A pair of pink thong panties landed in front of me. Sandy was peeking around the corner of the living room doorway, smiling and beckoning to me. One breast and about half of her pubic hair was exposed. I got up and went to her. We went into each other's arms and kissed. I was hard immediately. Man! My daughter had a hold on me like no other. We went eagerly into the bedroom and began our lovemaking.

I don't recall how many times we made love that night. We would doze between sessions. It seemed that every time I woke up I was in her pussy, or her mouth, or between her breasts. I don't know how many times I came.

And yet, at five in the morning, I wanted her again. I was spooning her and getting ready to slip my cock into her slippery pussy when she murmured, "Daddy, I'm a little sore." I stopped and said, "Sorry baby."

She turned to me and said, a trifle sleepily, "You have worn me out tonight. But how about a nice handjob? My pussy needs a rest."

"That would be great, honey. Can I cum on your belly?"

"Absolutely. That is, if you have any more of that stuff left."

"Don't worry about that. I'll always have some for you."

She snuggled up close to me and I turned to her. Sandy took my cock into her hand and started pulling on it gently. I groaned in pleasure. I looked down and the sight of her small slender hand on my thick brown dick caused me to thrust involuntarily at her. With her other hand, she fondled my balls and rubbed my belly. I closed my eyes and let the feeling sweep over me. She was jerking me a little harder now, establishing a rhythm. My cock swelled a little more, the head becoming purple. "How's that, Daddy? Is it good?" she asked. "Are you going to cum on your baby girl?"

I couldn't do anything but moan with pleasure. My orgasm was coming quickly. I reached over and grabbed her hip, pulling her closer as my climax overtook me and I spurted hot cum on her belly.

I turned onto my back, totally spent. Sandy was already falling asleep. I could hear her deep even breathing. I fell asleep too. When I woke up it was 7 a.m.

***

As I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee, one lover sleeping in her bedroom, the other lover soon to be arriving, I wondered how long it would last. I considered myself incredibly fortunate, yet in a perilous position. I also wondered about Helen's cryptic comment of the night before. Did she know, or just suspect? I was still pondering that when I heard the crunch of her tires in the driveway.



Sweet Sandy Ch. 02



Part Two: Wintertime

I called Sandy on Friday on her cell phone to find out when she would be home. It was the week after New Year's and the weather was shitty and we three—Helen, me and Sandy, were all going to the cabin to spend the last weekend before Sandy had to go back to school.

She was shopping for wine and food. "Hello," she said when I called.

"Sandy? This is Dad."

"Hi Dad! What's up?"

"When will you be home, baby?" I asked.

"About two. When will you be home?"

"I'm already home," I replied. "And Sandy," I said quietly, "I have a surprise for you."

"I have one for you too, Daddy," she said.

As soon as I hung up, the phone rang again. It was Helen. "Bad news," she said.

"What?" I said.

"I have to go out of town overnight. There's a problem with the deal I've been working on, and only I can fix it. At least, that's what my supervisor says."

"Well shit, Helen," I said, a little exasperated. To those of you who know my story, you know that I'm in a love affair with my beautiful blond daughter. But you probably also know that I'm still in love with my beautiful blond wife as well. "I had planned to give Sandy a little party this evening. When can you get to the cabin?"

"Probably tomorrow morning, depending on the traffic and the weather. I checked the computer. It's supposed to be cold and snowy at the cabin. I don't know about the roads. When are you and Sandy leaving?"

I thought for a moment. "I guess we'll leave as soon as we get everything packed. Probably about four or five. Man! I hate that you can't come with us."

"Me too, honey. But, it can't be helped. Listen, I'm coming home to pack a bag. I'll see you in a little while. I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," I said and hung up.

I was a little pissed after that. I had hoped that Helen would be able to accompany us to the cabin that night. Sandy and I had planned to gently break the news about our affair to her. I still couldn't believe that Helen didn't know. To be sure, Sandy and I had been careful, very careful, but Helen was not a stupid woman. She would have been able to read some signs. And there was the comment she had made the previous summer. I had been talking to Helen on the phone and she'd said "Save something for me," before joining Sandy and me at the beach. I took that to mean that she knew. And yet, when she got there, she acted as if she knew nothing. So, I could only hope and assume that Helen didn't know that I was sleeping with my own daughter.

While I waited for my two women to come home, I bustled about packing. I packed clothes, food, wine, DVDs, CDs, and certain "personal" items such as lubricant and a bottle of small blue pills. (Thank goodness for the small blue pill. At my age, and with two women to please, it was invaluable.) I was just about finished when the back door opened and my daughter Sandy walked in. She brought in a gust of cold, fresh wind. It was refreshing, just like her. My foul mood disappeared.

Sandy was wearing a sky blue down parka, which she immediately shucked and threw on the couch. She walked over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss. My heart and a certain other part of my anatomy leaped at her embrace as I looked down at her blue eyes.

"What's up, Daddy-O?" she asked.

"Gettin' packed for the big weekend," I said. "Oh, there's new from your Mom. She can't come tonight."

Sandy frowned, "Well, shit!" she said.

"That's what I said. She's got some business thing this afternoon and evening. She's got to be there. She'll get to the cabin as soon as she can, probably tomorrow." I continued putting supplies into a box. As I picked it up to carry it out to the SUV, I said over my shoulder, "Go get ready, honey. I want to leave soon."

"Okay," she said, bounding off to her room. As she left, I couldn't help but look at her shapely ass. It seemed that she had gained a little weight over the past few months. Sandy had always been slender and petite, but now she was starting to fill out a little. Her jeans were a little tighter, and her breasts and butt a little more voluptuous. I certainly wasn't complaining. She may have been eating a little more.

Sandy had always been a somewhat nervous, hyper child. She had calmed down a little lately. I wondered if regular sex hadn't made a difference. We had certainly had sex regularly. Helen's job frequently took her away, and Sandy and I used her absences to make love as much as we could. She had become an eager, experienced lover and I had completely fallen for my girl-child. However, we were always very careful to portray ourselves as only father and daughter when Helen was around. Which brought me back to the reason this weekend was so important: Sandy and I were going to tell Helen about our intimate relationship. We had been lovers for almost a year now, and it was starting to wear just a little on both of us.

There was another reason for the weekend. Tonight was Sandy's 20th birthday and I had a special gift to give her. I went into my bedroom and reached into my bedside table. Inside was a blue velvet box. I opened it. Inside the box was the diamond tennis bracelet that I was going to give her as a birthday present. I planned to surprise her with it tonight after dinner. I quickly put the box into my suitcase as Sandy looked in the door. "Almost ready, Dad," she quipped, and then went back down the hall.

So, this was going to be a special weekend in more ways than one. Sandy and I had discussed Helen's possible responses to our announcement. Almost all were bad. Sandy and I had pretty much resigned ourselves to not making love over the weekend, but we still hoped that Helen would understand.

Just then I heard the back door open again. I walked out of my bedroom carrying my suitcase and was putting it on the couch as my beautiful blond wife came into the living room. Her hair was a little windblown and her cheeks were pink from the cold.

"Hey," I said as she took off her coat and threw it on the couch beside Sandy's parka.

"Hey yourself," she said. I came over and gave her a big kiss and a hug. She held the hug for some time, molding herself to me. "I wish I was leaving with you guys," she said into my neck.

"Don't get me started," I said. "Isn't there somebody else who can take care of this?"

"No, there isn't," she said, leaning back but still holding on. "It can't be helped. Hey, I'm just as disappointed as you are. I had something special planned for both you and Sandy. I guess it will have to wait, though."

"Can you tell me?" I asked.

"No, silly. It is a surprise. I've got to get packed." She let go of me and walked back to our bedroom. I watched her ass appreciatively. I was 46 and Helen was 41 and looked 32. She still had her figure, and her face was still youthful. The only things that betrayed her age were some very fine lines around her brown eyes. Otherwise, her skin was fine and smooth. A year ago, we had had a scare when one of her pap tests had come back with some suspicious cells. But a battery of tests had come up negative. That had been a relief. It was during that time when, needing comfort from each other, Sandy and I had become lovers.

An hour later it was four o'clock and the light was fading outside. It was not snowing, but the leaden clouds looked like they might. However, the roads were clear for the time being. Everybody was packed and ready to go. "Try to get there as soon as you can," I said to Helen as I kissed her goodbye.

"Yeah, Mom," Sandy said as she kissed and hugged her.

"I'll try. But it will probably be tomorrow morning before I get there," Helen said.

"Well, be careful. Have you got your cell phone? Is it charged? Have you got gas in your car?" I was a little concerned.

Helen rolled her eyes at me and said, "I'm a big girl. I know what I'm doing. Now get out of here before the weather turns bad. I'll be there tomorrow, I promise."

And with that, we all parted ways.

We were on the road for about two hours. On the way to the cabin, Sandy put on some Nickelback, which I liked, and we talked about school and work and Helen and how she was going to take the news. Sandy slipped her hand onto my thigh, and then between my legs. "In a way," she said, "I'm kinda glad Mom can't make it till tomorrow. Now I can give you my surprise."

"Oh, by the way. Happy Birthday, darling," I said.

"Thank you, Daddy. What did you get me?" she asked.

"Well, there's a `private' card for you in the glove compartment," I said.

She reached in and got out the birthday card I had stashed in the glove box. It was romantic and the sentiment inside was distinctly erotic.

"What do you mean, 'A little something different,'" Sandy asked, arching one eyebrow.

"You'll find out when we get there. Now that Helen's not coming, I figure we'd better make the most of it."

We were about thirty minutes from the cabin when it started to flurry. By the time we arrived, it was snowing steadily, and the wind was picking up. It was also cold. As I pulled into the driveway of the log cabin Helen and I had built several years ago, I could see that there was already a large pile of firewood on the porch. I was glad; I hadn't wanted to chop wood with the weather turning nasty.

It was cold inside so I turned on the oil heater and started a fire. We unpacked the food and suitcases and went inside. It was dark and getting colder and snowier by the minute. I made sure all the doors and windows were locked, but left the porch light on.

While Sandy showered and changed, I cooked. We were going to have fettuccine alfredo and salad and small rib eye steaks and a bottle of merlot that I'd been saving. For dessert, I had brought a small chocolate birthday cake. While the pasta was cooking, I lowered the lights and lit candles all around the living room of the cabin. I set the table, opened the wine and got everything ready. I found some jazz on the radio and turned it on low. I went and got the blue velvet box from my suitcase and set it beside Sandy's place setting.

Sandy came out dressed in pink terrycloth loungers. She smelled great and she had put on a little lipstick and makeup. She was beautiful. I couldn't believe how much my little girl had grown up. What a woman! And I was fortunate to be close to her.

I held her chair for her and she sat down. I leaned down and kissed her neck and she ran her fingers through my hair. I inhaled her intoxicating scent and said again, "Happy Birthday, darling."

"Thank you, lover," she said. Then she saw the box and exclaimed, "Is this my present? May I open it?"

"Please do," I said.

"Oh Daddy! It's beautiful!" she said as she took the bracelet out of the box. "I love it! I love it! Here, help me put it on!"

I walked over and helped her put the jewelry on. She held it up for me to admire. As she did so, her top fell a little open and I could see inside. For just a second, something glinted in the candlelight. "What have you got inside your top?" I asked. 

"You'll see soon enough," she said coyly, once again holding up her arm to admire the light sparkling off the diamonds. "I love it Daddy," she said again, reaching up to pull me down and kiss me. She pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked it ardently and I felt myself getting hard. "Now let's eat," she whispered, "so we can get on with the rest of the evening. I have something special planned for you."

It was extremely hard after that to concentrate on the food and wine. All I could think about was Sandy and what she had planned. We each had small portions of cake with a cup of coffee, and then Sandy said, "Dad, why don't you go shower and change into something more comfortable while I clear up. But hurry!"

I needed no convincing. I got up and went into my bedroom and opened my suitcase. Briefly, I looked at the bottle of small blue pills, then put them away. I could already tell I would not be needing them. I showered and put on cologne and got into a warm robe that could be opened completely from the front. When I got back into the living room, I could hear Sandy in the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and waited. I really had no idea what she had in mind. Finally, the light in the kitchen went out and the whole house was dark, except for a few candles strategically placed around the room and the flickering light from the fireplace. From over my shoulder, I heard my daughter say, "Dad, press the button on the remote and play the CD that's in the stereo." 

I pressed the button, and slow Middle Eastern music wafted into the room. Sandy came out from behind me and began dancing, still in her lounging outfit. It was a belly dance, but a distinctly erotic one. She shook her breasts and hips, and moved to the music. I saw her hands go to her chest and her top was suddenly off. My daughter's breasts were now free and they bounced beautifully to her rhythm. But there was something else. I could see what looked like jewelry hanging from her nipples. As she leaned over close to me, I could see that Sandy had crystal jewelry attached to her breasts with a thin golden chain between them. "What do you think?" she asked, giving me a quick kiss.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," was all I could manage.

"You just wait," she said, moving away and turning her back. She shook her delicious butt at me and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Slowly, in time with the music, she pulled her pants down. She stepped nimbly out of them and threw them to the side. She was now nude. For just a second, I thought I saw something glint between her legs.

She turned around and danced toward me, shaking her hips in time with the music and making her nipple jewelry dance. Now I could see that she also had on a gold chain around her waist and around her ankle. Sandy leaned in close and said, "Now you know where I was all those Tuesday nights." It occurred to me that over the past few months, Sandy had indeed been out of the house each Tuesday night. "Exotic dance lessons," she said.

She danced away again, then turned and advanced toward me, thrusting her pelvis as she did. I could see that she had trimmed her pussy hair down to just a small patch. I strained to see something that was between her legs. Sandy stopped in front of me with her pussy no more that a foot from my face. Still moving to the music, she spread her legs so I could see inside. I looked up into my daughter's face. Her mouth was a little open. Her eyes were wide. She had a slight sheen of perspiration on her forehead. I could see she was panting a little. I became aware of the monstrous hard-on I had. She danced to it, straddling my thighs and moving over my cock as if she was fucking it. I opened the robe and freed my throbbing erection from its cloth prison. From above me, I heard Sandy give a little girlish grunt. A movement of her hands, still at the lovely junction of her legs, caught my attention. Still thrusting gently, opening up for me, Sandy reached down to her sex and drew her lips apart. Hanging from her labia minora were two clear crystals that sparkled and swayed with her movements. I was mesmerized by the movement of her hips and the dance of the crystals hanging from her pussy. She put her hands behind my head and drew me to her. I hugged her close, burying my face in her belly and nuzzling her pussy. "How do you like it, Daddy-O?" she said quietly.

I couldn't say anything, I just groaned. 

"That's not all I have for you," she said and moved away. She backed up slowly and then, giving me a smile, turned around and backed up again, moving toward me. Once again she straddled me, getting to within a foot of my face. Slowly her beautiful, shapely ass swayed in front of me. I saw her fingers appear on either side. Her bracelet came into view as she reached into the shadowy fissure between her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, leaning forward as she did so.

Sandy's dainty little butthole came into view. It was pink-brown, a small puckered slit. From her butthole dangled a thin double chain with two crystals attached. My daughter shook her ass a little, and the crystals glittered in the candlelight. I put my hands on her butt and kissed each cheek reverently. Sandy leaned over just...a little...more and whispered "Kiss me in the middle, Daddy." I covered her clean, slightly musky butthole with my mouth, tasting her, tasting metal as I rimmed her out.

By this time the music had ended, but neither of us had noticed. All that could be heard in the room was our mutual cries of pleasure. "How do you like it, Daddy?"

"I love it, baby."

"Daddy, tonight I want you to put your cock in my butthole."

Reluctantly, I took my mouth off her and asked, "Are you sure, Sandy?"

She turned around and crawled into my arms. We kissed passionately. She looked into my eyes. "Yes, Father. I want to try anal sex tonight with you. Will you please teach me?"

I scooped her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.

***

In the bedroom, I threw my nude, writhing daughter on the bed, tore off my robe and practically attacked her. I was almost beyond control as I kissed her and kissed her, taking her bejeweled nipples between my teeth and sucking ardently and thirstily on her swelling breasts. She gasped in passion and I answered with a moan, driven almost insane by her dance and her invitation. Sandy reached down and grasped my iron-hard dick and squeezed it and pumped it several times, sending me into rapture. "I want to suck you Daddy!" she said and immediately moved down to my waist. With an animal cry she took my cock into her mouth and sucked me hard, gurgling and mewing as she did so. I felt the center of my being draining toward my cock and my lovely daughter as she sucked it.

I could stand it no longer. It was either take control, or send buckets of cum down my daughter's throat. Tonight, I was putting my semen in her asshole. But not yet. I pulled her off and put her on her back. She frowned as I did so. "Don't worry Baby, I'll give you my cum another time. For right now, lay back and enjoy." I moved down to her overheated pussy and pushed her legs apart. I could feel the heat emanating from her sex. Pussy juice glistened on her inner lips. I gently pried them apart with my tongue and then covered her with my mouth.

"Ohhhh!" I moaned when the taste and smell and feel of her overwhelmed my senses. My daughter Sandy had, without a doubt, the sweetest most delectable pussy I'd ever tasted. I pushed my face into her as far as I could, shoving my tongue into her deepest recesses. She squirmed and groaned under my oral caresses. I shoved my nose so far into her that her labia minora (minus the pussyclip, which I'd somehow managed to remove) caressed the sides of my nose. I moved up and flicked her erect clit with the tip of my tongue, sending her into a paroxysm of ecstasy. I covered her whole pussy with my mouth, tasting her fully, laving her entire sex, determined to send her over the edge. She reached down and pulled her lips apart, granting me full access. I took her clit between my lips and sucked gently on it, nipping it...ever...so...slightly...with my teeth and sending Sandy over the edge into oblivion. Then I took it between my lips again and began a slow, steady, rhythmic flicking with my tongue, meaning to send her over the edge into orgasm.

Sandy stopped her moving, groaned and lay perfectly still while I worked on her clit. I circled it and flicked it up and down. I sucked it and tongued it. All the while, Sandy chanted, "Oh baby Daddy lick me suck me kiss me it feels so good make me cum make me come DADDY MAKE ME CUM!!!" She tensed for a split second, then screamed out her orgasm over and over again as I kissed her sweet clitoris. Finally she'd had enough and pushed me away. But I had not had enough. I climbed up between her trembling thighs and placed my cock at the entrance to her flowing, sweet-hot pussy.




Sweet Sandy Ch. 02



Sandy was sobbing with pleasure. Her eyes were closed and tears flowed from them. Her mouth was open and I covered it with my own as I plunged into her, sheathing myself from tip to root in her spasming, hungry pussy.

She threw her arms around my neck and held on for dear life as I tore into her. I was not to be denied. I fucked my daughter like she'd never been fucked before. "Mmmhh mmhh mmhh," she whispered into my ear as I thrust into her again and again. "Oh yes, fuck me. OH YES, FUCK ME DADDY!!" she screamed as I launched her into another orgasm.

Finally, I had to rest. We older guys know how to pleasure our women, but we're not supermen. I withdrew from her and rolled over onto my back. Trembling, my newly-fucked 20 year-old daughter crawled up beside me and held me while she sobbed softly in pleasure and relief. "That was the best loving I've ever had, Daddy," she said quietly.

I looked down at my still hard cock. "Sandy, we're not done yet," I said.

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

"No baby, I want to finish what we started," I said. "I want to put it into your butthole."

***

When we'd rested for a few minutes, I began to stir a little. My cock had softened a little, but Sandy squirmed down and took me into her loving mouth and got me hard and ready again.

"How do you want me Daddy? On my hands and knees?"

"No," I said. "We're going to do it a little differently. I'm going to give you more control."

I laid down on my back and had Sandy do a reverse-cowgirl. She straddled me with her butt pointed at me. I could enjoy the sight of her totally open asshole and pussy, and she could control the depth and speed of my penetration into her virgin anus.

I reached above my head and grabbed the lubricant I had brought along. I applied a little to the head of my cock, and a little to Sandy's butthole. She lifted up and I put my cock back into her well-used pussy for a little warm-up. I still couldn't believe how tight she was after all the months I'd been fucking her. As she moved back and forth, the anal jewelry still in her butthole tickled the shaft of my cock. Just when I thought I was going to cum, Sandy stopped and lifted up and took my hot, slick cock into her dainty, feminine hand. I removed the jewelry and Sandy placed my cock at her anus and guided it in.

The feeling was indescribable as her anal pore slowly opened to admit my thick, hard member. Sandy took it slowly, letting her butthole get used to me, rising up a little, then settling back down. Each time she took a little more of me. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the engorged head of my cock pop past her sphincter. Sandy went limp and groaned. She held still for a minute, then slowly settled again, swallowing up the rest of my straining member in her puckered orifice. Fascinated, overwhelmed by pleasure, I watched her hungry ass consume my cock.

"How's that, Baby?" I asked quietly.

"Feels good, Daddy. Are you ready for me to move?"

"Anytime you're ready, love."

My daughter Sandy, impaled on her Daddy's cock, began moving up and down slowly, taking it all. Her anus gripped me smoothly and strongly—not at all like a pussy. She plunged all the way down to the root, and then tugged me as she ascended. I could see the muscles in her ass tense as she milked the cum right out of me.

"How's that feel, Daddy?" she gasped.

"Oh Sandy it feels like heaven," was all I could get out.

"Are you going to give your baby girl your cum in her butt? All of your thick hot cum?"

"Oh yes, baby girl. You get it all in your sweet asshole."

Sandy was pumping me up and down, up and down. At the top of each stroke, she paused briefly, wiggled her ass in a circular motion, then plunged back down.

A few minutes of this was all I could take. A tingle in my loins told me that my climax was near. I grasped Sandy's hips and guided her motions. A growl escaped my lips and sharp, mewing yelps answered me as Sandy's pleasure also rose. I felt my semen boiling in my balls, and then...ecstatic release as my achingly hot sperm traveled the length of my cock and burst into the clasping asshole of my beautiful blond daughter. I cried out in my pleasure and Sandy fucked me through to the very end, slowing her pace, gently milking my cock for all the pleasure she could give and receive.

When we were finished, she crawled up beside me on the bed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

I woke up a couple of hours later to the bed shifting and someone getting in beside me. I thought it was Sandy and threw my arm over them. But then I realized that Sandy was at my back. This new person was at my front. And, there was a light on. I opened my eyes and looked into Helen's face.

I got up on one elbow and said, "Helen? I, uh, we didn't expect you tonight!"

"I can see that," Helen said wryly.

I looked behind me at Sandy, who was stirring. She said, "What is it, honey?"

Helen leaned over me. Sandy's hair was tousled, and one breast was exposed. The bottle of lubricant we had used was on the bedside table.

"It's your mother, Sandy," Helen said. I had a second to note that Helen was nude.

Sandy's eyes popped up. "Mom!!" she cried, pulling up the sheet to cover herself. "You weren't supposed to come till tomorrow! I just came in here because my room was cold..."

Helen smiled a small, tight smile. "Don't lie, you two. I've known for months that you were having sex. I didn't say anything because, well, because I've had other things on my mind. Here, let's all lie down and talk for a while. But only for a while. I'm tired and I want to sleep."

All three of us lay back down in the bed. I was between my two women. They both turned toward me. I felt a tear on my chest. It came from Helen. She said, "Yes, I've known you two were lovers for quite awhile. But that's not what I want to talk about. You see, I didn't really have a business meeting this evening. I went to the doctor's office instead. You see, there were some...problems...with...my...tests." She began crying softly. I turned out the light. The three of us talked long into the night. 



Sweet Sandy Ch. 03



Part Three

Summer

Sandy and I cuddled on the couch together, watching TV. She had her hand in mine. We were quiet, not talking as some inane show droned on. It was a summer rerun and we had seen it before, and we weren’t really interested. But it helped fill the silence in the house.

You see, two months prior we had buried my wife of twenty-two years, Helen. She had died of a particularly aggressive form of cervical cancer. She had only been in her thirties. It had been very hard to see her taken so swiftly. We had tried everything: radiation, chemotherapy, even holistic medicine. But the cancer had been like a monster within her. It had been insatiable, and in the end, it had devoured her.

But let me backtrack, just a little. My name is Bob. I have a daughter, Sandy. She is twenty years old, blond, slender (a little too slender, if you ask me), and utterly beautiful. About a year and a half ago, Sandy and I had entered into an incestuous relationship. I won’t say that we entered into it innocently. It had happened because we were in need of comfort from each other when Helen had been at the hospital. Helen had been having tests, and Sandy and I just sort of fell into each other’s arms. We had started a passionate affair. The affair had continued even after Helen had found out last year. She had not done anything about it and she had not let on that she knew. Then, six months ago, in the dead of winter, Helen had joined Sandy and me on a weekend trip to our cabin. She had found us in bed together after having made love.

Of course, we were horrified and embarrassed. I mean, you don’t really want to be caught naked in bed by your wife with your nubile daughter. But Helen told us she knew, and she seemed more or less okay with the idea. What she told us next was the real horror. You see, she’d been delayed seeing us because she’d gone back to her oncologist’s office for some tests. The tests had come back positive. She had cervical cancer, an especially aggressive form. Her doctor couldn’t make any guarantees about whether any therapy at all would work.

Sandy, Helen and I had lain in bed all night long, talking and crying, and hugging each other. We put Helen between us on the bed and let her talk, and we both caressed her gently, and kissed her, and told her how much we loved her, and how we would all fight this thing together. In the wee hours of the morning, Sandy and I made gentle love to Helen. I kissed her pussy and Sandy kissed her breasts and she climaxed over and over again. When Helen fell into a deep sleep, Sandy slipped over to my side of the bed. 

“Dad,” she whispered to me.

“Yes, Baby Doll,” I whispered back.

“May I suck your cock? I need too. Right now.”

“But why baby?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. I just need to feel you, to feel your touch. I need to do something for you. Please Daddy, may I suck you?”

“Sure you can.”

Sandy crawled up between my legs. She nuzzled my semi-erect member, rubbing it on her face, kissing the shaft, running her warm wet tongue up and down. I quickly grew fully erect. The head pulsed purple and my semen started boiling at the sight of my lovely blond daughter making love to my cock.

With a little cry, Sandy took the head into her sweet mouth. “Mmmm” she sighed as she took as much as she could down her throat. Her small feminine hand circled the base and she gently pumped the shaft as she bobbed up and down on the head. Beside me on the bed, my wife breathed deeply in sleep while my daughter made gurgling sounds on my cock.

“Oh baby,” I moaned, entwining my fingers in her hair. She took her mouth off for a second and smiled at me.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” she said. “Please give me your come.”

“It won’t be long, baby girl.”

Once again, she bent to her sucking. I could feel every nuanced movement of Sandy’s tongue across the head and shaft of my engorged penis. She sucked hard, then let up, then hard again. I felt a familiar tingle begin in my balls as my sperm gathered for release. Sandy seemed to sense this. She deep-throated me, her lips actually buried in my pubic hair. I was surprised. She’d been sucking me for a year and had never done that before. Still, the feeling of my cockhead lodged and rubbing against the back of her throat did it for me. Sandy and I looked into each other’s eyes as I came. I grunted in pleasure-pain as my hot, thick semen erupted from my straining cock and into my daughter’s hungry mouth. I felt the muscles in Sandy’s throat contract as she swallowed my juices.

When I was totally drained, Sandy crawled up my body and gave me a deep, spermaticky kiss before returning to her side of the bed. We slept.

Helen had started chemo and radiation shortly afterward. For a while, it looked like she might beat the cancer. But the reprieve was short-lived. The cancer came back full force and Helen went downhill fast. We had buried her in June, on a day marked by mild temperatures and summer thunderstorms. Our families had stayed around for a couple of weeks to make sure Sandy and I were okay. But then they had left Sandy and I alone. Suddenly, the emptiness of the house had seemed oppressive.

After the weekend at the cabin, Sandy and I had made love less and less. It had just not seemed appropriate, with Helen sick. Finally, we had stopped altogether. We concentrated on seeing Helen through her ordeal. We became very much like your usual father and daughter. Oh sure, we hugged and kissed and held hands, but all in a very nonsexual way. As Helen grew weaker and sicker, Sandy and I grew closer, but it was entirely platonic. 

I actually became worried for Sandy. She wasn’t eating as well. She lost weight. Her cheeks became more defined, her hipbones became more pronounced, her breasts became smaller. She was still beautiful, but it was a more ethereal beauty. She became very pale. Before, when the sun was out, Sandy would sunbathe. By June, she usually sported a healthy tan. Not so this year. She rarely went out, preferring to stay in and care for Helen. When I had to leave for two weeks on a contracting job, Sandy had made arrangements to stay with Helen the entire time. She had gotten her school notes from friends and had them tape her classes. She had bought groceries and rented DVDs so she wouldn’t have to leave the house. 

When I got back, both Helen and I had insisted Sandy go out with some friends. We told her we had private, husband-wife things to talk about. Sandy had grown tearful, had pouted, but in the end, she went out with several of her girlfriends to a movie. While she was gone, Helen and I discussed our plans for Sandy, our family and out future.

Now it was August, and Helen was gone, and it was just Sandy and me. We were on the couch, once again seeking consolation in closeness. But I had noticed a slight change that very day. Sandy had actually given me her best smile when I got home that evening. She had cooked me a nice dinner with a bottle of good wine. I was pleased that she ate well for the first time in a long time.

After her second glass, Sandy had sighed and looked wistful. “I wish Mom were here,” she said.

“I do too,” I said. “I would give anything to have her back.”

Sandy’s eyes filled with tears. “I loved her so much, Dad.” She looked at me. “Don’t ever die, Daddy-o,” she whispered.

I got up from the table and went over to her. She turned to me and we hugged for a long time. Finally, I heard her sniffle. We pulled apart. Her blue eyes were wet with tears, but she was smiling. “We’d better get this cleaned up,” she said.

Working together, Sandy and I cleaned the table, loaded the dishwasher, put away the leftovers and turned off the kitchen light.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?” she asked.

“Oh I don’t know. I suppose I’ll just veg out in front of the TV and then go to bed,” I shrugged.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Oh course not.”

Half an hour later, we had turned off the living room lights. The room was lit only by the TV. I had put on a pair of light, flannel pajamas. Sandy had on a thin cotton nightgown. I noticed that when she passed in front of the TV, I could see her outline. She seemed thinner than before, which remained worrisome to me.

She crawled up on the couch and into my arms. I put my right arm around her waist and let my hand dangle in her lap. For some reason, she kept squirming slightly, shifting her position. I stayed still and said nothing, letting her move. Gradually, it came to me that she has moving herself so that my hand would end up covering her mound. Sandy was solidly in my lap, legs open, with my hand resting on her pussy. For a brief instant, she patted the top of my hand, lodging it a little more firmly against her. The she sighed and lay still for a few moments. But only for a few moments. I had begun to get a little interested in the TV show when I noticed that Sandy was thrusting her pelvis ever so slightly against my hand. It was a small movement, but rhythmic and regular.

The sweet womanly smell of her skin filled my head. She breathed deeply and regularly. Her pelvic thrusts continued. I leaned down to kiss her neck, but Sandy turned and met my lips with her lips instead. The kiss deepened. Our tongues danced together. She sucked my tongue the way she would a cock. I pressed firmly on her mound with my hand and Sandy opened her legs. With slight, undulating movements, she moved against me. My cock sprang to erection.

“Oh Daddy, I have missed your touch, our loving, so much!” she said urgently.

“I have too, Baby Girl,” I said, and kissed her again.

I pulled up the hem of her gown and Sandy helped me. I was suddenly touching her lightly-furred pussy, something I hadn’t done in several months. I slipped my middle finger into her slit to find her wet and creamy inside. She spread her legs even wider and panted, “Oh yes Daddy touch me. Touch your Baby Girl and make her feel good. Make me come, Daddy!”

I slipped one, then two fingers into her soft sucky passage. I moved in and out, in and out, using my thumb on her engorged little clit. Our mouths met again in a passionate, soul-searching kiss. I rubbed gently but firmly on my daughter’s pussy and she moaned into my mouth. We broke the kiss and she cried, “Oh don’t stop! Don’t stop! Keep going just….like….that!!” She spasmed in orgasm over and over again. Pussy juice flowed onto my hand, causing squishing sounds as I continued pumping my fingers in and out of her.

Finally, she shuddered and placed her hand over mine, stopping me. “Enough, enough,” she breathed. I withdrew my fingers and cupped her mound gently, easing her down.

After a minute or two, she got up and knelt in front of me. She unsnapped my pajamas and pulled them off. With a deep moan, she engulfed my cock, sucking ardently. The assault on my senses was almost more than I could bear. I was going to shoot if she didn’t stop. Gently I dislodged her from me and looked into her eyes.

“Sandy, Baby Girl, I love you so much. I want to make love to you again, right now!”

She stood up and whipped the nightgown off. I once again noticed how thin she had become, but then she was on me. Our lips met yet again as she straddled me on the couch. I felt her hand on my cock as she guided me into her wet and ready cunt.

The explosion of pleasure I felt when I slid deeply into her was pure ecstasy. “Unngh!” we both cried as I hit home with the bulbous head of my dick. I put my hands on her ass, spread my legs, and began thrusting home for all I was worth. I did the best I could to hit her clit while I fucked her. Sandy’s breasts were in my face. I opened my mouth and took as much of a tit into my mouth as I could.

“Oh Daddy, it’s so good! Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!!” she cried as she bounced on top of my cock, meeting every thrust with a twist and a wiggle. Her muscular pussy swirled around my cock, pulling and sucking and massaging every inch. We were hungry for sex, for pleasure, for each other. Sandy’s eyes were open, looking into mine. Her mouth was open; she panted her pleasure.

I saw her tense and realized that she was about to come. I changed my motion and began grinding into her. This had worked on her before, and it worked this time. She became limp in my arms, surrendering to the pleasure. I felt her bite my shoulder. I spread her butt cheeks and slipped a finger into her anus.

“Oh Daddy!” she moaned. “Just like that! Don’t stop! Don’t ever, ever stop fucking me Daddy!!”

She screamed out her climax. I felt her tight, hot twat convulse on my cock and I was suddenly spurting, too. I held her close and came as deeply inside of her as I could.

We lay still for a few minutes, breathing heavily, trying to recuperate. Sandy still moved slightly, sending little rivers of pleasure coursing through me. Eventually I became soft and slipped out of her. She roused herself and kissed my face gently, over and over again. “I love you Daddy-o,” she murmured.

We turned off the TV and went to bed. Later that night, I found myself with another erection. I spooned her and slipped my cock back into her. She was wet with pussy juice and sperm. She thrust back at me gently and I came just as gently, my semen flowing into her. We fell asleep.

The next morning, sunlight flowed into the window. We both awoke at the same time. We moved closer, content in each other’s arms.

“Sandy,” I said quietly, “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it, Daddy?” she said sleepily.

“Well, you remember when I had to leave for two weeks on that contracting job?”

“Yes,” she said, looking into my eyes.

“Well, I didn’t go for just the contracting job.”

“You didn’t?” she asked. Then her brow furrowed in alarm. She’d been though this before. “Oh my god, Daddy. Don’t tell me something’s wrong! I couldn’t stand it if…”

“No, no! Nothing like that, Baby Girl. Nothing like that at all. In fact it’s good news.”

“Oh? Well what is it? Tell me, Daddy.”

I smiled at her, at my beautiful daughter. Blue eyes, blond hair, wonderful smile. The future seemed suddenly so much brighter. “You see, when I left, I had a certain procedure done. It was a procedure to have my vasectomy reversed. I can make babies again, darling.”

“You can? That’s wonderful, Daddy!” Sandy threw her arms around me and kissed me hard.

I looked into her eyes. Sandy, your mother and I talked one night while you were gone. We, the both of us, decided that we should continue to grow this little family of ours. Sandy, what I’m saying is I’d like to make a baby with you. How do you feel about that?”

Sandy smiled. It was a smile that radiated love and warmth and a certain secret something that I couldn’t put my finger on. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll make a baby with you. And she’ll be the most beautiful baby in the world!”

“That is, unless he’s a boy,” I countered, running my fingers through Sandy’s blond hair. “Now, all you have to do is stop taking birth control and we can get started.”

Sandy smiled again. “But Daddy-o, I’ve never used birth control with you. I never bothered once you said you’d had a vasectomy. I can get pregnant any time. As a matter of fact, you might have made me pregnant last night!”

***

Winter

And that’s what happened. Sandy is now four months along and showing. She’s gained weight and positively glows. I love her with all my heart. We can hardly wait for the baby. And all those things they tell you about pregnant sex, well, they’re all true