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Weekends with Dad Ch. 01

By: someslacker



The moment I caught my father masturbating was the moment I knew I would fuck him. Or at least try.

It was April 11, exactly two days after I turned 18. I had only about six weeks left in high school, and was staying with Dad on a lazy, sunny Saturday. The day was unusually warm, allowing me to get a head start on my summer tan.

Dad had been mowing his lawn, and I watched him while I sunned and listened to my iPod. He was wearing gym shorts and a loose tank top, and I remember vaguely thinking that my 41-year-old father was aging well. He ate sensibly, and left for work early three days a week so he could hit the gym. He was nicely built, and barely broke a sweat pushing the mower around in 80-degree heat.

A couple of my girlfriends called him a DILF. Megan, my best friend since elementary school, was the most blatant about it. She told me straight up that she wondered what it would be like to get it on with my dad.

"Older guys like Alex are supposed to be the best," she told me matter-of-factly. "They last a lot longer, and they're mature and experienced enough to give us more pleasure."

My father was a veteran television reporter who worked for one of our local network affiliates. Megan was a self-professed groupie who lusted after him whenever she saw him on TV.

"I'd like to surprise him during one of his live reports, drop to my knees and give him a blow job," she joked one time. "Do you think he'd stay professional on camera during that?"

I chastised her for being so rude and dirty, though I was strangely proud that Dad had such a hot young secret admirer. But even after that revelation, I didn't really think of him in a sexual way.

Anyway, I had the music pretty loud, and was not aware of my father's presence until he intentionally blocked the late afternoon sun from my face.

"Jessica!" he barked, apparently having to repeat himself. He waited until I removed the earphones. "I'm finished with the grass. As soon as I get cleaned up, I'll start on dinner."

"Cool, Dad, thanks." My father was not much of a cook, but I appreciated the fact that he tried. He and Mom divorced years ago, so I usually only saw Dad every other weekend and for several weeks in the summer. Despite living an hour apart, we had a great relationship. He made it to nearly all of my basketball and volleyball games, and called me every couple of days just to chat.

I'm a sucker for old heavy metal, and was listening to AC/DC's "Back in Black." When that album finished up, I decided to head inside. On the way in, I had a craving for pizza, so I figured I'd ask Dad if we could get some delivered.

I yelled up the stairs but he didn't answer. As I approached his room I could hear the shower. I figured I'd just stand outside the bathroom door and ask him my question.

But the door was open halfway and angled so I could see Dad in the full-length mirror. The rippled glass of the shower doors afforded little privacy, and I clearly saw him jerking off.

I jumped back in surprise and shock, standing with my back against the wall like I was hiding from a crazed killer. But it was mere seconds before my curiosity lured me back. I slowly positioned myself to get a view of my naked, obviously horny father.

He was turned sideways and leaning toward the wall of the shower, with his weight on his left arm. His right hand was gripping his rigid cock, slowly sliding up and down the soapy shaft. His was only the third penis I'd seen in my life, but I felt reasonably sure it was about seven inches long and quite thick.

It was in fact his girth that made me want that cock. I curled my fingers as if holding his erection, and I wondered if I'd be able to reach all the way around it. I felt my skin flush with excitement. My pussy instantly warmed and sent a small tingle of electricity up my spine. My nipples began to harden to stiff little peaks.

I was so conflicted! Here I was peeping in on my father like some kind of back-alley pervert. This was a total invasion of privacy. And he was my father!

But I couldn't help my body's reaction. As I watched him leisurely stroke his flesh, I ran a hand down and pressed against my mound. I was quickly getting very hot, and could feel my juices beginning to flow.

Then I reached up to rub my erect nipples through the thin orange fabric of my bikini.

My bikini! Dad was beating off with thoughts of me! After all, I had just been lying out in front of him, clad only in a skimpy swimsuit and smoothing lotion all over my bronzing skin. I pictured him walking back and forth behind the lawnmower, allowing his eyes to wander across my firm flesh with each pass.

The more I considered it, the more I was sure. He went inside probably 20 minutes before I did, and could have been gazing down on me from the bedroom window. Maybe he fantasized about coming back outside, ripping off my swimsuit and slamming his big cock into my tight young cunt.

All at once I was shocked, embarrassed -- and more than a little turned on by that thought. I scolded myself. Surely my father was not jerking off to thoughts of incest. He was my flesh and blood. The man who helped bring me into this world, kissed my scraped-up knees, saved money for college.

But what if he was? Was that so wrong? And was it so wrong that I suddenly wanted to make his fantasy a reality? We're both adults now.

I wanted to keep watching him, keep lusting after his gorgeous cock until it blasted cum onto the shower floor. But I knew that Dad could easily see me if he simply turned his head. So I snuck back to my room and grabbed a towel before heading to the other shower.

As the scalding water pulsed over my skin, I slowly ran my hands across my breasts, teasing and pulling at my nipples. I imagined that those fingers belonged to my father. His hands were rough and strong, but he squeezed my tits ever so gently and told me I looked so beautiful. He slid those hands down around my ass, gripping the cheeks as he worked his thick penis inside me. As my orgasm approached I dropped my head onto his shoulder, urging him to pound his little girl harder and harder.

I opened my eyes and pulled two fingers from my sopping-wet pussy. I had cum very hard, but was not satisfied. I needed to be fucked, and it had to be Daddy.

With only a few days alone with him each month, seduction would be quite a challenge. But my father didn't stand a chance. I was convinced that no man would.

I'm a tall, athletic brunette with perfectly straight hair that falls to my shoulders. My breasts are barely a C-cup but just the right size for my body. My two previous boyfriends were fascinated with my nipples. They get very pointy and very hard when I'm excited, and they're surrounded large, dark pink areolas. But I'm most proud of my body from the waist down. My legs are long, sleek and toned, and they tan easily. My ass is full and round and looks great in a thong.

I decided my healthy collection of thongs would be a nice weapon to use on Dad. From the moment I got out of the shower that afternoon, I vowed to wear nothing under my clothes except those skimpy strings. I'd go braless whenever possible.

My father is the smartest guy I know so I didn't want to be too overt. But I just had to find out if my suspicions were true, and at the same time tease him mercilessly.

Dad did double-take when I came downstairs wearing only a long light blue t-shirt. But his glance was subtle and he didn't say anything. All that evening and again Sunday I tried to keep a sideways eye on him, hoping to catch him sneaking a peak at the sexy teenaged body on display. But I never did. Was I wrong about all this?

The weeks dragged on as I went back and forth to school, back and forth between Mom's house and Dad's. It wasn't until the middle of May that I realized my teasing was noticed. I went straight from school to my father's house on Friday afternoon and took advantage of the late-spring sun. Once again, I wiggled into my orange bikini and stretched out on the chaise.

Dad said he had some research to finish on the computer, so he stayed inside. I suspected he might watch me through the window, so I put on a show. I took extra time and care applying the sunscreen, making sure I didn't miss an inch of my warm skin. I started out lying on my stomach, unhooking the straps of my top and tugging the bikini bottoms slightly into the crack of my ass.

When I flipped over, I "accidentally" lost my grip on the top and allowed my tits to jiggle free for just a moment. As I settled back into the chaise I realized just how horny I was making myself. My nipples were easily visible through the thin swimsuit, and I had the urge to rub my pussy mound.

Now that I was turned over, my eyes searched the windows of the house from behind my sunglasses. I didn't see anything for a moment. But then I thought I could make out a faint silhouette, a few feet back from Dad's bedroom window.

I didn't really need any more lotion, but put some on anyway. Again, I slowly ran my oily hands over my tight little body, hopefully teasing my father and definitely teasing myself. Every few seconds I checked the window, and sure enough was able to make out some subtle movement.

Finally the silhouette disappeared, and the open windows allowed me to hear the shower start up. Dad couldn't take any more. He had to release his pent-up lust.

I dashed into the house, tiptoed up the stairs and entered his bedroom again. This time the bathroom door was closed, but I was too horny and too desperate to see my father's big dick again. So I slowly turned the knob and opened the door just enough to peek into the shower.

Dad was at it again. This time he was leaning back against the right side of the stall, underneath the shower spray where it wouldn't rinse the soap off his cock. I was mesmerized as I watched him slowly, patiently work his hand over the long thick shaft.

I started to reach for my burning snatch, thinking I might bring myself to orgasm at the same time as my father. But then I made a snap decision. I quickly stripped off my bikini and slipped in through the barely open door.

Dad jumped in shock and nearly fell as I jerked open the shower door and hopped in with him. He seemed to turn himself inside out as he attempted to hide his erection and cover his wet nakedness, all the while yelling and sputtering.

"What the --! Shit! Jessie! What are you --! Get out! You can't be here! You can't see me like this!" He seemed to shout all of these words at the same time. His face was screwed up with panic. I suddenly had doubts about what I'd just done, but I couldn't stop now. I had to have him.

"Dad - it's okay," I told him in a voice that tried to sound both soothing and seductive. "I want to be here. I want to be with you."

He stopped struggling but covered his erection with both hands as he stared at me in disbelief.

"You can't be in here! We can't --"

"We can!" I interrupted. "I'm an adult now, Dad, and I'm allowed to make my own decisions. And I've decided I want you. Can you honestly tell me that you don't want me too? Wasn't it me you were just thinking about?"

I was moving toward him now, a mischievous smile on my face. He seemed to shrink against the side of the shower. But he didn't try to leave, and he was starting to steal glances downward at my wet, naked form.

"That's it, Dad, take a nice look. I know you've been watching me from the window, and it turns me on to know that you're hot for your little girl."

I was inches away from him now, and I started running my hands over his strong shoulders and arms. The poor man was being tortured! Here was his only child, naked before him, practically begging to be fucked. Dad was as still as a statue, every muscle rigid, his eyes unable to look into mine.

I ran my hands across his chest and around to his back, delighting at the feel of his skin, bemused at his inner struggle.

"Tell me, Daddy. Tell me the truth. You want me as much as I want you. Maybe more," I cooed as my hands slid down his slippery back toward his hard little butt. I leaned in to him and started kissing his neck and upper chest while pressing my teenage flesh against him.

"Ohhhhh, Jessie," he moaned. "I can't believe this is happening. I swear I never would have --"

"But you wanted to, didn't you Dad?"

"Oh my God, yes. I couldn't help but look at you. I've been trying not to, but you're so beautiful. I can hardly keep my eyes off you."

"You don't have to any more," I answered in a near whisper. Looking him straight in the eyes, I moved my hands around to his crotch. I gently grasped his hands and moved them away from his cock.

Finally, after a month of fantasizing about this moment, I took my father's sex into my hands. My left hand cupped and stroked his heavy balls. The palm of my right hand began sliding along the underside of his shaft. He had lost part of his erection in shock, panic and embarrassment. But I could feel it getting longer and harder in my hands now, and it was everything I wanted.

Dad and I both looked down at the same time to watch my hands feeling his cock and balls. He sighed with contentment and began to stroke my hair.

"Jessica, honey, that feels so good. I can't believe you're touching me this way."

"This is just the beginning, Dad. I'm gonna make you cum so hard you'll pass out."

"Where did you get that potty mouth, little girl?" he asked with a laugh. "I thought I taught you better manners than that."

"I do have good manners, Daddy. I promise I won't talk with my mouth full."

My father's eyes widened and mouth gaped at my words, knowing what was about to happen. He watched in awe as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

His cock was inches from my face, throbbing and twitching with excitement. I brushed my hair aside and looked up at him, remembering that guys of all ages love that. I grasped the base of his cock and realized that my fingers couldn't quite reach all the way around the thick meat. Then I slowly, teasingly dragged my tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft, all the way from the base to the head.

Dad gasped and groaned with delight as I kept licking his prick like a popsicle. His hands gently stroked my hair as he watched me taste his cock for the first time. My tongue danced its way up to the swollen head and swirled around it for a few moments.


I had never been so fucking hot in all my life. I was acting out my forbidden fantasy, the one that kept me awake and stroking my clit at night for the past several weeks. My nipples were almost painfully erect, and I used my left hand to squeeze and pull at them. The sensation was like lightning bolts of pleasure, racing from my tits down to my pussy. I was so ready to be fucked, but willing to wait and show Dad how much I could please him.

Looking up at him once more, I parted my lips and eased the head of his cock into my mouth. I began bobbing my head up and down, taking a little more of his shaft inside me each time. His thick prick stretched the lips of my mouth and I wasn't sure I could get it all in. But I was horny and determined.

Little by little, I forced more of his meat inside my mouth until I nearly gagged. I was proud of myself for nearly deep-throating him, and Dad was obviously in fucking heaven.

Ever the gentleman, he never pushed my head down on his cock. But he couldn't keep his hips from thrusting against my eager mouth, and it turned me on even more to feel him losing control of his lust. I started to hear it too.

"That's it, baby. That's my girl," he groaned. "Suck Daddy's cock. Take it all it. Suck it! Oh fuck! I can't believe you're sucking my cock."

I loved hearing Dad's dirty talk, and I would have joined him. But I couldn't bear to take my lips away from his amazing dick, and I couldn't wait to make him explode. So I just kept moaning in pleasure and smiling as much as my stretched lips would allow.

I don't know how Dad lasted as long as he did, but his cock impossibly swelled even thicker. I realized just as he warned me, "Baby, oh God, I can't hold off any more. I'm gonna cum!"

My naughty fantasies always had me swallowing every drop of my Dad's cum. But I suddenly had the urge to watch him blow his load and feel it splashing on my body. I pulled his cock from my lips and began squeezing and jacking it with my hand. It was literally dripping with my saliva and his pre-cum as I stroked it.

"I want to see it, Daddy," I hissed. "I want you to cum all over me! Come on, give it to me!"

My hand was pumping furiously as Dad was cussing and groaning and calling my name. Finally his whole body tensed, and a second later the first stream of cum shot out of his swollen prick-head.

The first one was a thin strand that landed on the base of my neck. I adjusted his cock and tilted my head back as he kept ejaculating. The second, third and fourth blasts were thick ropes of cum that landed against my cheek, nose and hair. I opened my mouth and caught some of his incestuous seed on my tongue.

I instantly loved the taste of his sperm, and again sank my head down on his spasming cock. Several more loads shot into my mouth and down my throat, and I happily swallowed every bit.

"Fuck, yes!" Dad grunted. "Jessica, you little slut! Swallow my cum. Oh God! You are so fucking hot!"

I literally sucked him dry, and Dad's entire body slumped. He didn't pass out as I promised, but his knees buckled and he had to catch himself on the wall of the shower.

"You like?" I asked with a grin, then licked my lips. "That was amazing, Dad! I can't believe how much cum you made for me. That must have been a quart!"

"I can't believe it either, honey. I've never cum so hard in my life. It was all you, baby."

I shivered hard, and we both realized that the shower was quickly getting cold. Without another word, Dad helped me rinse the sperm off my face and out of my hair.

My body was still shaking as he wrapped me in a large, soft towel. I shook partly with excitement, partly with cold. But I knew Dad would soon take care of both.

Weekends with Dad Ch. 02



I lay on the bed like a gift to my loving father. Naked young skin wrapped in a fluffy white towel, hair cool and damp, pussy warm and wet.

Dad sat on the bed beside me, wearing only a matching towel around his waist. His left hand supported his weight on the mattress as his right hand gently stroked my cheek.

As I gazed at his body I wondered why I hadn't noticed earlier. His tanned skin, nearly hairless chest, muscles well-defined from years of dedicated workouts.

But as my eyes lifted to his face, I saw it etched with remorse and shame.

"Daddy... please don't be upset," I urged him. I tried to keep my voice relaxed and soothing to calm his jangled nerves. But he was surely wracked with guilt. After all, the last 20 minutes saw his life turn upside down. He got caught masturbating by his daughter, committed incest with her and unloaded his sperm all over her face.

He probably envisioned a smug anchor from a competing television station. My father's mug shot was over his shoulder as he breathlessly told his viewers about the veteran broadcaster arrested for molesting his teenaged daughter.

"Jessica, I... we..."

"Snap out of it, Dad!" I hissed. Sitting up next to him, I looked my father in the eye and told him the entire story of the past month. How I accidentally caught him in the shower, found myself incredibly turned on and made it my mission to seduce him.

"I'm not a child or a virgin anymore. But I'm not a slut either. And I don't have some psycho 'daddy' fetish. I love you very much, and want to please you. I obviously did."

Dad and I shared a smirk at that last comment, but he wasn't finished fighting his urges. Somehow that resistance made me desire him even more.

"But I am your father for God's sake," he argued, "and I should have stopped you. I should have controlled myself."

"What just happened," I told him firmly, "is exactly what I wanted to happen. At least so far. I hope a lot more happens."

I leaned into my father, planting several soft kisses on his lips. He was still a bit stiff, but eventually returned my embrace. Emboldened, I kissed more forcefully, more like a lover would. Gradually his lips softened and opened, and our tongues met.

I draped my arms over his shoulders while my tongue explored his mouth. I felt the towel loosen and drop to expose my tits. The cool air reached my still-damp skin and hardened my nipples. Then as Dad broke our embrace and leaned back, I realized that he had pulled the towel open.

I could almost feel the heat from his lusty gaze as his eyes traveled across my body. He tugged at the towel around my waist and I raised my hips, allowing him to remove it completely.

"You are so beautiful," he slowly whispered. "You look so... perfect." I beamed at the compliment and lay back on the bed to give him a full view of my body. I did not feel the least bit embarrassed or exposed. Being naked beneath my father felt... natural.

"It's all for you, Daddy," I purred. "Please touch me. I want your hands on me."

His resistance gone, Dad bent down and kissed me with full, pent-up passion. His lips then worked their way across my face, nibbled my ear lobe and kissed their way down my neck. His right hand gently caressed the skin of my legs, belly and back. He wasn't touching my breasts or pussy mound just yet.

My father was a patient lover, perhaps because he was fresh off a huge orgasm. But I was aching for release and tried to speed him along. I reached underneath his towel and searched out his wonderful prick. I was surprised to find it already rock-hard once again.

As if to make sure he stayed in control, Dad moved his body further down the bed, his cock just out of reach. He bent his head down to my nipples and kissed them lovingly. I felt a surge of electricity that caused me to arch my back, forcing my hard nipples against his mouth.

"Suck them, Daddy, suck my tits! God that feels soooooo good."

He swirled his tongue around my big rosy areolas and sucked hard on one nipple while he squeezed the other.

It was too much! I bucked my hips and shoved Dad's face into my chest as a small orgasm shook my body. Gentle waves of pleasure rolled over me and I couldn't help but reach down and rub my clit to prolong the feeling.

"Oh, you're ready, aren't you baby?" my experienced lover said with a bemused look on his face. With that he slithered down the bed, making a trail of kisses down my breasts, belly button and upper thighs. I raised my knees and leg my legs fall open for him. Dad draped one leg across his shoulder and back and simply stared for a moment at his little girl's neatly trimmed pussy.

"Oh my god," he gasped. "I've never seen anything so beautiful, so sexy. You are amazing, Jessica."

Dad kissed the insides of my sleek, tanned thighs just as I imagined he would. He placed kisses on my furry little mound and the outer lips of my pussy. Then he used his thumbs to open my flower, and began licking and sucking the inner folds.

My lust was out of control now and I gripped the bed sheets and tossed my head in pleasure. I caught a glimpse of myself, and realized I had a nearly full view of our incestuous scene in the mirrored closet doors. I enjoyed watching us for a moment, reveling in the nasty, forbidden sight of a father licking his daughter's delicate young pussy.

It was at this moment that Dad's lips clamped down on my clitoris, sending me over the cliff. I grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him tightly into my sex, humping his talented mouth.

"Oh god! Oh god! Fuck yesssss!" I shrieked as he sucked on my clit and flicked it repeatedly with his tongue. "Suck me Daddy! Oh god! Yes -- suck my pussy! Ooooooooh! You're making me cum! Yessssss!"

Taking that as a cue, my father slipped a finger inside my snatch and fucked me while he kept sucking and licking my clit. I was thrashing on the bed, howling in delight and probably suffocating the poor man between my thighs.

My orgasm roared through me like a hurricane or freight train or some other huge, powerful force. Crashing waves pounded me against the bed as my father released a month of pent-up need and desire. I could vaguely feel juices flowing from my pussy, and Dad eagerly lapped them up as I came.

I don't know if it was a series of orgasms or just one terrific one. But it seemed to last for precious, perfect hours before I finally began to come down to earth. I struggled to catch my breath as my body twitched in aftershocks.

I opened my eyes as my father was lovingly kissing my pussy mound and thighs. As he crawled back up next to me, his mouth, cheeks and chin were glistening with my cream. I'd made such a mess, but he was grinning wide.

"How're you feeling, babe?" He asked tenderly. Dad wiped some of my juices from his face and absently licked his fingers clean. "That was... the best ever," I stumbled. Not usually at a loss for words, I simply couldn't think of a higher compliment. "I've never felt anything like that, Dad. That was unbelievable."

He stroked my hair out of my flushed face, and we just lay together for a few minutes catching our breath. I glanced down to see his long, fat cock fully erect. It was twitching with anticipation and dribbling with pre-cum. I looked up to see him gazing into my eyes with fatherly love -- and most unfatherly lust.

"Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?" I asked in a teasing, childlike voice. He rolled his eyes. "I don't know, Daddy, I've never seen anything so big before. As you sure it's supposed to fit in there?"

We both laughed, but I could see the little-girl act was turning him on furiously.

"I'm not so sure," he teased, "maybe it's just too large. Maybe we'll have to try someday when you're a bit older."

"Not so fast, pops," I answered. Sitting up quickly on the bed, I swung a leg over him and pinned his shoulders. "You're not getting out of this. You're going to ease that big cock inside me and fuck me until we both collapse."

I lifted one leg up so we both had a clear view as Dad grasped the base of his throbbing prick and aimed it toward my snatch. I lowered myself until I felt the swollen head against my equally swollen folds. Rocking my hips for a moment, I savored the feeling of his dick rubbing against my clit. I could actually see my juices starting to run down my father's shaft.

Inch by inch, I lowered my body down onto his cock. We both gasped as his amazing thickness stretched my pussy lips apart. He was filling me completely, and I was astounded at how much his penis differed from the young pricks of my boyfriends. The fit was incredibly tight, but his cock gradually worked inside with the help of my slow rocking and my oozing wet snatch.

I balanced myself by placing my hands on either side of Dad's head. As I kept moving my hips, forcing more and more of his huge dick inside me, my tits swung tantalizingly in his face. He stroked and sucked my nipples as I settled down fully on his lap. His cock was completely buried inside me now, and I had never felt such intense heat and pleasure in my life. We both just stopped for a moment, enjoying the sensations of our first fuck.

"You are an amazing young woman, Jess," Dad told me. "I still can't believe this is happening. Hell, I can't believe you want this to happen. You are so beautiful, so incredibly hot and sexy. And you're fucking me!"

"The key word here is 'fucking,'" I answered with a dirty grin. I raised my hips up until only the tip of my father's cock was inside me. Then I slammed down again, screaming out at the delicious stab from his long, hard shaft. I ground against his lap so the base of his prick rubbed my clit.

Dad and I were moaning and gasping with delight as I began working my pussy up and down and around his magnificent erection. I remembered the mirror and pointed to it.

We were greeted with the sight of a hot young teenage girl riding her father's cock, tits bouncing, hips thrusting, ass cheeks shimmying. We were the stars in a big-screen, high-def porno flick.

We watched ourselves fuck for several amazing minutes. My best friend Megan was right on both points -- older guys could last a lot longer, and knew how to please their lovers. She'd be so jealous if she could see us now.

I turned my attention back to my dad when I felt another orgasm begin to boil over.

"You fuck me so good, Daddy," I told him, knowing he loved my dirty talk. "You're gonna make me come again. Don't stop fucking me... oh, make me cum... yesssss!"

Dad released my breasts and planted his hands on my waist. He forced his cock deeper inside me as I arched my back. With each thrust his thick shaft rubbed my sensitive clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! Dad! Dad! Ohhhhhhhh!" I could feel my pussy clamp down on him, squeezing his cock and flooding it with my juices. I was in a cold sweat as another powerful orgasm rocked and rocked.

When I finally began to come down from my peak, I realized that Dad was still buried deep inside me. He was fucking me slowly and surely, allowing me to enjoy the sensational pleasure.

I collapsed onto his chest and buried my face against his neck, panting and gasping, fully satisfied. Dad allowed me to catch my breath and then rolled us over on the bed, his prick still planted in me. I smiled and looked down at our incestuous coupling. His cock looked and felt massive inside me, and my father's face was full of lust.

"Your turn to cum," I told him as I rubbed my hands across his sweaty chest. "Come on, Dad, fuck me hard!"

It was like I flipped a switch as my father transformed from patient, tender lover to wild fucking beast. He began thrusting into me, slow but hard, making the bed rock and my tits bob on my chest. Every stroke sent shivers through my body.

As I urged him on, Dad gradually increased the speed and power of his fucking. My legs were widely splayed, feet in midair as he hammered my pussy again and again.

"Ohhhhh, god!" he finally groaned. "Oh fuck, Jessie, I'm gonna cum! You're making me cum baby girl!"

"Do it Dad! Harder!" I felt his cock swell impossibly larger. "Fuck me good, Daddy! Fill me up!"

His long strokes became sharp stabs as I felt the first jet of cum deep inside my womb. My father was moaning and cussing and calling my name as another and another load of cum shot into me. I could feel the intense warmth of his sperm as it bathed my inner walls and touched off yet another climax.

"Fuck, Dad, I'm cumming again!" I moaned as my hands grabbed his ass and pulled him tight against my pussy. I humped my clit against the base of his ejaculating cock. It was less intense than my last two orgasms, but I was delighted to join my father at the heights of our incestuous coupling.

Afterward we lay together on the bed, our legs entwined and Dad's cock slowly shrinking inside me. Again he caressed my face and whispered gushing compliments that I never tired of hearing.

"Can you believe we just did that?" I asked him, not needing an answer. Not needing anything but my father next to me.

As I nestled against him I felt fully satisfied, fully fucked. And hungry. It was dinnertime, and still only Friday evening. This would be one hell of a weekend with Dad.

"We're all sweaty and sticky now, Jess," he said with a soft laugh. "We need to shower again. Hope the hot water's back."



Weekends with Dad Ch. 03



Our secret lasted less than 24 hours.

Dad had begged me to tell absolutely no one, of course, and to act as if nothing unusual had happened between us. I promised.

But Megan and I kept nothing from each other. She was my best friend and next-door neighbor, and had babbled on and on about how great it was to fuck mature men. How could I not tell her?

I got home from Dad's house on Sunday evening, and I was about to burst with my secret by the time Megan came over after school on Monday.

"Remember what you told me about older guys?" I asked, a little too delicately. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, intrigued now but confused. I was pacing the room, unable to contain my nervous energy. "You know, how they're supposed to be... better?"

Comprehension washed over her face, and she broke out in a wide smile. Then the questions came like machine-gun fire.

"You got laid this weekend? Fuck! That's awesome! Who was it? Was it really an older guy? Was it good? Did you cum? Tell me, girl! Details!"

I sat next to her on the bed and she bounced on the mattress with excitement.

"You were at your dad's place this weekend, so I probably don't know the guy," she reasoned. "Was it one of his friends? Or somebody from his neighborhood?"

"You're getting warmer," I replied, leaning back on the bed. She always squirmed when I withheld a nugget of juicy gossip, and I loved teasing her. "It was actually... Dad."

It took a moment to process.

"Dad? YOUR Dad?"

I simply nodded, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

"Oh my god! You didn't! You did! You fucked your dad! That's so wrong!" Her words came in a harsh whisper but with no trace of condemnation. "What happened? Wait -- did you want it?"

"Oh yeah, I wanted it. Bad."

As I gave Megan every detail of my incestuous exploits over the past month, she just sat there silent, mouth slightly open and head shaking in wonder. I told her how I spied on Dad as he beat off in the shower. How I became obsessed with his big cock. How I tried to seduce him and then nearly took him by force.

"So you just dropped to your knees right there in the shower and blew him? That's so fucking hot! I didn't know you had it in you."

"It was amazing, Meg. He resisted me, even tried to get away. It was kind of cute. But he couldn't resist this teenage vixen."

"And you let him cum inside you? But you're not on the pill!"

I explained that Mom's pregnancy was very difficult, and Dad had a vasectomy shortly after. My mother had told me about it when I was old enough to understand.

"So you basically spent all weekend having sex with your own father."

"Yeah, we did it all over the house." I sighed heavily with the vivid memories in my head. "I'm a little sore to be honest. And he probably took the day off work to recover." 

"Or if I see him nodding off on camera, I'll know why." Dad is a local television reporter, and Megan was a big fan. "But tell me girl, what's his cock like?"

"He's a bit longer than Josh or Brandon. And a lot thicker." I curled my fingers around my father's imaginary shaft. "I can't even reach all the way around it. I've been horny all day just thinking about that thing."

"I can tell. Your nipples are about to poke my eye out," she said with a laugh. Then she reached over and lightly pinched my nips. "Oh, I bet he loved your little titties!"

"They're not little! They're just not big mommy jugs like yours."

Megan and I are best friends despite huge differences in our personalities, and our bodies are almost a reflection of that. I'm a tall, tanned, athletic brunette with long sleek legs and average-sized breasts.

Megan is a good eight inches shorter than me. She has creamy fair skin and long, wavy blonde hair down past her shoulders. Her ass is softer and fuller than mine, but definitely not fat. I told her that it looks like one of the hot booties you see in rap videos. Her most obvious asset is her tits, and she likes to display them. She's a 34D, but those mounds look even bigger on her petite body.

I'm an A-and-B student and competitive in several sports. Megan doesn't pay attention to her grades, but leads the cheerleading squad and is class vice president. I'm a bit quiet and reserved. Megan can be a bit bold and brash. And while she's no slut, she has fucked a few more guys than I have.

She taught me how to french kiss when we were 14. Later on she was the first person to touch my breasts and the first person to give me an orgasm. We're not lesbians, but every once in a while we still get each other off.

"Oh, your dad would give his left nut to get his hands on these beauties," Megan said with a dirty grin, beginning to rub her hands over her ample breasts. "Oh, Mister Holloway, you've known me since I was in third grade. It makes me blush when you look at me that way."

Her fake teenybopper voice reminded me of the jailbait game I played with Dad. Megan and I always shared a similar sense of humor. I pretended to fall forward and catch my balance on her tits.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to touch you there. That was completely inappropriate."

"Oh, Mister Holloway, that's okay. Actually... it felt kind of nice."

We were still play-acting, but I had to agree that it really did feel nice. My hormones had been simmering all day, and I was rapidly getting hot as Megan slipped her hands from beneath mine, and allowed me to knead her soft mounds.

"Oh, you can call me Alex," I told her in a mock male voice. "Why don't we go back to my house? I can... help you with your algebra. And we'll just make this our little secret."

I don't know if she was responding to my touch, or her own fantasies about my father. But Megan was obviously getting turned on too. She pulled my face toward hers and our open mouths met. Our tongues massaged each other as I groped her tits and gently squeezed her nipples.

Megan broke our kiss long enough to pull the straps of her sundress down and unhook the front of her lacy bra. Her pillowy breasts spilled forth into my waiting hands. She shrugged off the bra and let the dress fall to her waist as I leaned down and took a pale pink nipple in my mouth.

Her tits fascinated me. I loved hefting them in my hands, feeling their weight and stroking the soft female skin. The areolas were very small, about the size of nickels. But her nipples were fat, suckable and sensitive.

Megan cooed as I flicked my tongue across her buds and sucked them deep into my mouth.

"Oh, Alex, I can't believe you're touching me this way. You're nothing like the boys in my school."

I giggled with her left nipple still in my mouth, then gave her a gentle bite. She shivered with excitement and I knew her pussy was already wet. I couldn't wait to taste it.

I sat up straight on the bed and pulled off my tank top. Megan's hands immediately reached behind me, unhooked my bra and pulled it off my shoulders. We both hurriedly slipped off the rest of our clothes and fell together onto the mattress.

"Megan, I've watched you grow and blossom into a beautiful girl. I've tried not to notice, but I can't help it. Please let me make you a woman."

"Oh Alex," she replied in a breathy whisper. "Take me. Take me now!"

We laughed together but our lust was very serious now. I began slithering down her hot little body, planting kisses and quick licks on her creamy skin. I dipped my tongue into her navel, then worked my way toward her smooth, soft thighs.

Megan was softly stroking my hair as I teased my way closer and closer to her pussy. I could almost feel the heat coming from it, and I caught a whiff of her tangy juices.

"Oh yes, Alex, touch me there," she moaned, rubbing her cunt lips and clit with her finger. "Taste me, make me scream."

I looked up at her and rolled my eyes, but decided I would indeed make her scream. I kissed and licked closer and closer to her snatch until she was pushing it toward my mouth. Finally I gave her what she wanted, stabbing her sweet snatch with my tongue. 

"Yesssss, oh fuck. Suck my pussy -- Alex." Megan was grinding her hips as I tongue-fucked her and drank her juices. Then I opened her wet folds with my fingers and began lashing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I looked up to see her tugging on her nipples, breathing raggedly and clenching her teeth with horny desire.

Megan tended to cum pretty quickly but I wanted to draw this out, make her hold out for a mind-melting orgasm. I pulled away from her pussy and she groaned in disappointment, frowning at me until she saw what I was doing. Retrieving the small white vibrator from a hiding place at the back of my nightstand drawer.

I held the fake cock against me as if I had an erection, then moved back between Megan's legs. Squatting there, I rubbed the length of the vibe against her dripping snatch.

"Megan, are you sure you're ready for this? I don't want to hurt you."

We both chuckled at the commentary. After all, the plastic prick was only five or six inches long and rather thin as well.

"I'm ready Mister -- I mean Alex. Please sir... fuck me with that big cock of yours."

Megan sighed and cooed as I began working the vibrator in and out of her. I recalled seeing a strap-on dildo in a porno movie one time, and I wished I had one now. How fun it would be to give her a good hard fucking like a man would.

But my friend was certainly enjoying herself. She was rocking on the bed, fucking back toward the fake cock in my hand. My fingers were wet with her juices as I plunged the shaft as deep inside her as I could.

Within a minute or two I could see and feel Megan's body tensing as she raced toward orgasm. I pulled out the vibrator, turned it on and starting rubbing it against her clitoris. I slicked up two fingers with her pussy cream and started fucking her as the vibe buzzed her clit.

Almost immediately she began bucking her hips, panting and turning on the dirty talk.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder, Jess! Alex! Whatever!" I couldn't but laugh at seeing her come out of character. But I showed no mercy to her pussy, slamming my fingers into her vagina and holding the vibrator tight against her clit. She lost control and allowed her body to be rocked by a violent orgasm.

"Oh god! Oh god! Yesssss! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me, Jess!"

Her words eventually gave way to deep groans and stifled screams as waves of orgasm crashed down. Her skin shone with a thin layer of sweat, and I felt a sudden desire to lick every inch of her body.

Finally, her orgasm subsided and I stretched out next to her. I gently ran my hands over her, giving her time to come down from her peak.

Very soon, however, she turned toward me and smiled. Wickedly.

"Jessica, shame on you for teasing you father," she told me in as deep a voice as she could muster. "You've been prancing around here for years in that skimpy clothing. You know the effect you have on men. Shame on you, naughty girl. I should take you over my knee!"

Taking the cue, I quickly got up onto all fours, shaking my naked butt at Megan. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I know I've been bad. I deserve a good spanking."

Megan laughed as she rose to her knees and started rubbing her hands over my rounded ass. It tingled at her touch, and I longed to have her slip her fingers or tongue into my pussy.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about, young lady!" she rebuked. "You've been acting like a slut!" And with that, she surprised me with a sharp swat on my left cheek. I didn't think she'd actually do it. But just as I opened my mouth to protest, I realized that it mad me even hotter. I had no time to dwell on that thought, though, as Megan smacked my ass again. My buttocks stung, then got pleasantly warm.

"Dad, you're right, I am a slut! I can't help it! Punish me!"

"As a matter of fact, I will," Megan the father replied. She unzipped a pretend fly, then slid her hands down her thighs as if taking her pants off. Then she got behind me -- vibrator in hand.

"Jessica, I'm only doing this because you deserve it. This will hurt me more than it hurts you!"

She rubbed and twisted the plastic dick against my dripping labia to lubricate it, then shoved it all the way in with one thrust. Seconds later she was plunging it in and out, assaulting my pussy and rubbing my clit with her other hand.

I knew I wouldn't last long, but this was one intense fuck. I arched my back and rocked on my knees, giving her full access to my snatch and making sure she buried that vibrator deep.

"I'll be a good girl, I promise, Dad! Keep fucking me!" I urged between gasps for breath. "Oh fuck! Daddy! You're gonna make me cum!"

Quick as a flash, Megan flipped onto her back and crawled between my thighs. She pulled my pussy down to her mouth and began sucking my clit, all the while thrusting the vibrator deep into my hole.

I humped my wet snatch against her face as I came in a series of powerful jolts, delighting at the sensation of the fucking vibe and her lips and tongue on my clit. I came all over her face, leaving it shiny and sticky as I collapsed on the bed beside her.

We were both panting with exhaustion, but then broke out into a giggle session. Megan and I had never role-played before, but this was certainly a week of firsts.

Mom wouldn't be home for another hour, so we got into the shower together, talking excitedly as we washed each other's body and enjoyed the soapy hands on our flesh.

"I'm gonna go crazy," I told her. "I can't wait to be alone with Dad again. Our next usual weekend together is right before final exams, so I have to stay here. But then I'll have my two-week visit with him for the summer. It's gonna be amazing."

Megan had been massaging my back and ass cheeks with her lathered hands, but she stopped.

"You know, your dad's house is halfway to the ocean. A couple of years ago I went with you on your two-week trip, and he took us to the beach almost every day. So..."

"So we could do that again," I interrupted, "and our parents wouldn't think anything of it."

Immediately my mind was filled with images of Megan and me sharing Dad's bed. Sharing Dad's long, fat cock.

The summer trip to my father's house was four weeks away. Four weeks that would seem like an eternity. 



Weekends with Dad Ch. 04



He said it couldn't happen again. No more fucking. We needed to be just father and daughter again.

Dad had allowed his guilt to overtake him in the past month, and now he stood with his hands on his hips. Trying to be gentle but firm. But I wasn't buying it.

Just minutes before, Megan and I arrived at his house and he gave us both big bear hugs. She had moved in next door to us when we were both 10, and Dad watched us grow up together. We were truly just like sisters, and Dad probably thought of Megan as a second daughter.

"My god, you both look great!" he exclaimed as he stepped back for a full view. It was kind of funny, since he had seen us at graduation just a week before. But now we were in brighter, tighter summer clothing that reminded him that we were indeed women. And hot women at that.

Megan had intentionally worn a snug tank top that made her ample breasts impossible to ignore. Dad admirably managed to keep his gaze on her face, but I'm sure he enjoyed the feeling of her D-cups mashed against his belly as they embraced.

Dad helped us unload our stuff from my car and carry it into the house. Megan trailed behind him at one point and pretended to squeeze his tight butt as he walked.

My father pointed Megan to the room she would use, then followed me into mine. He closed the door behind him, and for a moment I thought he couldn't wait another minute to get his hands on me. I took a couple of steps toward him, but he held up a finger the way only a father does.

"Jessica, we need to set things straight," he told me. "What happened between us was like nothing I've experienced before. But we have to stop. It's just plain wrong, and we could very easily get caught. If Megan were to sense something between us..."

I interrupted him with a laugh. "She'd probably get off watching us, Dad. Or maybe join us."

He crossed his arms and cocked his head as if to say, "Surely you don't really believe that."

If only he knew.

I was wearing my orange bikini under a white cover-up dress, and I began to unbutton the front. "Come on Dad," I told him, "I'm wearing your favorite swimsuit. The orange one that I had on while you watched me from the window. And stroked your big cock."


The poor guy was shaking his head, but I'm sure his head was full of pleasurable memories. He kept his arms crossed but made no attempt to move as I closed the distance between us.

"I still want you, Daddy. More than ever. I've been dreaming of this vacation with you, and it's been driving me crazy." I let the cover-up fall off my shoulders. I was only two feet from him now, and only the tiny bikini covered my tanned, athletic body. "I lay awake at night and imagine you on top of me. Fucking me. I get so wet and I have to make myself cum."

I took one of his hands and he allowed me to place it on my left tit.

"Dad, feel how hard my nipples are. I'm already wet too. And it's all for you."

He moaned slightly, either from his inner conflict or pent-up lust. I decided it was the latter as he started to reach for my other breast.

My bedroom door opened and struck Dad's heels. He dropped his hands just before Megan poked her head in.

"Sorry, Mister Holloway, didn't know you were in here."

"Oh -- Jessica was showing me her new suit," Dad said with an awkward smile as he moved away from the door. I'm sure he knew it sounded lame, but quickly changed the subject. "By the way, Megan, we're all officially adults now. Call me Alex."

"Got it. I was just wondering... which dresser I should use." Equally lame, I thought.

"Either one, but don't unpack everything just yet." Dad backed up and spoke to us both with a wide grin. "I could have told you to bring an overnight bag, but I wanted this to be a surprise. I rented a beachfront condo, and we check in tomorrow afternoon."

"That's awesome! Thanks Alex!" Megan shouted. Then she hopped over and gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek.

"We?" I asked. "Does that mean you're going too?"

"Yeah, I hope that's okay. I have a bunch of vacation time built up, so I'm taking two weeks off to escort my girls to the beach. Consider it a graduation present. But I won't get in the way. We could even take two cars so you can do you own thing."

I gave Dad a long hug, holding on long enough to whisper a promise in his ear. "These are going to be the best two weeks of your life."

Dad excused himself to start making dinner. Megan stayed behind to quiz me.

"What was going on in here? Were you guys already going at it?"

"Not so much." I told her about Dad's reluctance and how I melted it away. "He was just warming up when you barged in."

"It's just as well," she replied, rubbing her hands together with anticipation. "It's fun to tease him first anyway. Should we stick with the shower plan tonight, or wait till we get to the beach?"

"I don't know about you, but I can't wait that long. I've got to have him."

"Naughty little girl! Maybe you need another spanking."

Dad was firing up the grill outside. I offered to help him with dinner, but Megan said she wanted to get a head start on her tan. It was almost six o'clock, so I suspected she only wanted to get a head start on showing my father her petite body full of sexy curves.

Sure enough, Megan came out a couple of minutes later with a tropical-print bikini that barely contained her. She stretched out in a lounge chair just a few steps from the grill and started lubing up her pale skin with sunscreen.

Dad stole a couple of glances as he marinated the steaks in the kitchen. He looked over at me and turned red when he realized he'd been caught.

"What -- my tits aren't big enough for you?" I asked with a playful grin.

"Your body is absolutely perfect, Jess," he replied in a voice full of conviction, and it was my turn to blush.

"Thanks Daddy, but sometimes I wish I had breasts like hers. Wouldn't you like to get your hands on them?"

"You shouldn't talk about your best friend like that," he said, dodging the question. "But I bet she did turn some heads at your school."

All three of us were happy and chatty during dinner, the prospect of a long beach vacation ahead of us. We played a couple of board games as we had since middle school, then popped in a rented DVD and watched it together.

Finally, Dad got up and stretched and announced that he was heading to bed. I gave him a hug and loudly sniffed his shirt.

"Daddy, you smell like the smoky grill," I said with a laugh. "You ought to shower first." He agreed and excused himself for the night.

Our plan was falling into place. Megan and I had talked and fantasized many times about our first three-way encounter. We had decided to surprise Dad in the shower, much the way I did a month before. Dad's master bathroom used to have a garden tub, but he converted it into a double-width shower. It was easily big enough for all three of us. Perfect.

I tiptoed up the stairs and waited at the top until I could hear my father turn the water on. Megan followed me to Dad's room but waited outside. I went in and quickly stripped, not wanting to waste any time or hot water.

"I thought I might see you," Dad said with a smile as I stepped into the steamy shower. He looked so solid and muscular as the spray washed over his body. We kissed on the mouth for the first time in a month, our tongues swirling and dancing. I ran my hands over his shoulders, back and buttocks, and thrilled to feel his cock beginning to stir against my flat belly.

I squeezed some shower gel onto my father's chest, then used my hands to build up lather and spread it down closer and closer to his swelling prick.

By the time I reached his shaft it was fully erect and massive. He sighed heavily as I ran my soapy hands along the length of his prick and over his heavy balls.

I coughed -- giving Megan her cue -- and smiled sweetly at my father. "I have a surprise for you, Daddy."

No more than two seconds later, a fully naked Megan opened the shower door and hopped in with us. I kept my hands on Dad's cock and balls so he couldn't fully turn around or escape. But he didn't seem to try.

"Why am I not surprised?" he asked while shaking his head. "You never could keep a secret, Jessica."

"Megan is the only person I've told. And that's only because she's wanted to fuck you even longer than I have."

Dad's eyes widened at my words and at the feeling of four female hands exploring his body. Megan was at least a foot shorter than my father, so her tits pressed against the small of his back. Her hands snaked around the front of his soapy body, rubbing his chest and abs.

"She's right, Alex. I've had the hots for you for years. Then when Jess told me about your massive cock, I invited myself along on vacation. Hope three's not a crowd."

I watched with fascination as she reached down for Dad's prick and began stroking and twisting her small hands around the thick shaft. I stroked his balls while Megan started to give him a soapy handjob. Then I had the urge to make one of her other fantasies come true. I moved my hands to my father's hips and turned him around.

"Fuck Megan's tits, Dad. I want to see your huge cock between her boobs."

"Oh my god, yes!" Megan squealed. She started to kneel but realized she didn't have to. The tip of Dad's soapy cock already reached the deep valley between her big soft tits. Megan bent over just slightly to give him full access. I dropped to my knees for a close view and mashed Megan's boobs around his shaft.

"Oh god. Oh fuck," Dad groaned as his swollen prick began humping the slippery tits of his daughter's best friend. He couldn't tear his eyes off the sight of his fat dick disappearing and emerging from her magnificent cleavage in my hands. "Jess... Megan... you're both so fucking hot! I can't believe this!"

I knew Megan liked having her tits fucked, but I doubt she ever had a cock as big as Dad's in there before. I could tell it was turning her on something fierce. I was holding her boobs in place, so she reached down with both hands and started fingering her pussy.

"Come on, Alex, fuck my tits good. Fuck 'em hard!" she urged through gritted teeth. It made her look and sound very slutty. I'm sure it was quite a turn-on for Dad, as it would have been for any man.

"You love it, don't you Meg? You're gonna cum as hard as me!"

Dad slid his hands beneath mine so he could squeeze her breasts on his own.

"Jessica -- why don't you help your friend?" he asked with a dirty grin. "I think she could use a hand."

Taking the cue, I knelt behind Megan and pressed my naked body against hers. I slid one hand between her thighs from the front, and the other hand between her full, round ass cheeks.

Megan started moaning loudly as I rubbed her clit in circles and plunged two fingers inside her cunt. She was unbelievably hot and wet, and I immediately started fucking her hard and fast. She bucked her hips against my probing fingers, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she reached her first climax.

My face was just below hers now, and we both turned slightly to share a lover's kiss. I sucked her bottom lip for a moment, and then our tongues explored each other's mouth. I looked up to see my father's eyes wide with delighted lust.

"I can't believe you girls! You're driving me fucking crazy!"

With that, Dad stepped back slightly and pulled his throbbing prick out of Megan's cleavage. The shower spray quickly rinsed away the lather, and Dad gripped the base of his shiny clean erection. I knew what he wanted, and couldn't wait to give it to him.

I pulled Megan down to her knees and I lowered my mouth to meet hers once again. We were still kissing as Dad speared his cock between our lips, and we hungrily began to devour it.

Megan came first. My finger-fucking and the excitement of our forbidden double blowjob pushed her over the edge.

"Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming!" She half-screamed, half-groaned, never taking her lips off my father's rigid shaft. I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers, then releasing a flood of her sweet cream. I kept ramming her snatch and rubbing her clit.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit, yesssss!" Megan moaned, then sighed as she came down from her climax.

But we didn't forget Dad. His straining prick was still trapped between two eager teenaged mouths. Our tongues raced up and down his thick shaft. We kissed and licked the sensitive purple head. Dad slowly rocked his hips back and forth, reveling in the incestuous pleasure.

That's when Megan got a little greedy, and I was cool with that. She'd been dreaming of getting her hands -- and mouth -- on Dad's cock, and now she wanted it all to herself. She grabbed it at the base and aimed it toward her parted lips, pausing to stare up at my father. I glanced up too and saw him watching her, eyes wide and wild.

"I've been wanting this cock for so long," Megan told him.

"Then take it babe," he answered. "Take it all."

Megan couldn't quite take it all, but she made a valiant effort. She slid Dad's shaft past her lips and began bobbing up and down its length. Each time she took it in a little deeper until she managed to swallow all but the final inch. Her mouth was stretched tightly around its thickness, and the head must have been bumping against the back of her throat.

For a minute or two I licked and sucked Dad's balls to heighten his pleasure. But it became hard to hold on when he started fucking Megan's cock-hungry mouth. She moaned and wrapped her hands around his ass to encourage him, and I could only stare in awe at the pornographic scene.

"God yes! Fuck! Suck my cock, Megan!" Dad groaned and hissed as he pounded his prick into her face. His heavy balls were slapping against her chin.

"Now you know who taught me to be such a hot little slut," I told my father. I rose to my feet and stood next to him, looking down at Megan from his vantage point. I realized why guys love watching girls suck their cocks. It was so fucking hot to see her on her knees before him, gobbling his huge dick and awaiting his load of cum. She didn't have to wait long.

"Oh god, Megan... you are a hot fucking slut... I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum all over her big tits, Dad!" I pleaded. "I've gotta see that!"

As soon as he pulled his prick from her lips, I grabbed it and began jacking it furiously in my hand. Megan leaned back and held her tits up as an offering to his seed. 

"Come on Alex, give me your cum!" she urged. "I want it all over me!"

Dad didn't say another word. He just moaned and growled as thick ropes of cum blasted from his cock. I could feel the hot sperm pulsing through his shaft as I squeezed and jerked it.

Load after load of Dad's cum shot onto my best friend's wet naked body. I enjoyed controlling the blasts and watching them splash onto her face, neck and tits.

"Yes! Fuck -- oh yes!" Megan yelled as she was showered with warm sticky cum. By the time I was finished jerking Dad off, he had left shiny globs and trails of seed on both tits and much of her face. The dirty slut had even managed to catch some of it on her tongue, and she eagerly swallowed every drop.

I let go of Dad's cock and took Megan's hand, pulling her to her feet. My father watched with a wide grin as I licked his cum off her face and breasts, enjoying my first taste of his salty seed in a month.

The three of us quickly finished showering and dried off as we wandered into the master bedroom.

He normally spoke in careful, measured sentences. But he was nearly babbling in the wake of an incestuous threesome in the shower.

"I can't believe you too! I've never seen -- or felt -- anything like that!" Then he paused. "How long have... you two..."

"Been fucking each other?" Megan finished for him. "It's been a while now, but we don't do it very often. Just when we both need a release."

"Don't worry Dad, we both prefer cock. Especially yours."

"I can't believe we're going to be together for two weeks," he said, shaking his head in wonder. Then he turned to me. "Did you plan all of this?"

"As soon as I got back from that weekend with you. Megan has had the hots for you forever, so I just had to tell her."

"We figured coming together for a beach trip wouldn't be suspicious," Megan added. "And trust me -- I won't tell a soul. But enough talk. Your daughter hasn't cum yet."

"Let us help you out, honey," Dad said with a dirty-old-man grin. He led me to the bed and I stretched out on top of it. My toned, slender body was fully exposed to my father and best friend.

They lay on either side of me and took turns kissing me on the lips and nibbling my earlobes. Both of them slowly, gently ran their fingers over my naked skin, bringing goose bumps to the surface. The feeling was amazing -- Dad's warm, rough hands on my left side, and Megan's cool, soft hands on the right.

Then together they began to slide down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and licks on my cheeks, neck and upper chest. Megan and Dad worked their way to my nipples, which were already rock hard and begging for attention.

They worked on my tits for several minutes, licking, sucking and gently biting my nipples. My snatch had been wet all day, but now I could actually feel the steaming juices trickle down the crack of my ass onto the bed.

"Want to watch me suck your daughter's pussy?" Megan asked Dad in a little-girl voice.

"Oh god, more than you can imagine," he answered. I felt him literally shiver with anticipation and forbidden lust.

Megan dragged her hot tongue down my body, pausing to kiss and lick my belly button. She ran her fingers through my small patch of pubic hair, then teased my pussy with a light brush.

"You smell so sweet," she whispered, then briefly rubbed the tip of her nose against my clit.

Dad was kissing and sucking my nipples while he watched the sapphic scene unfolding on his bed. He softly chuckled when Megan teased me.

"She's going to explode all over your face if you're not careful," he joked. "Come on, Megan, dive in. I want to see you make her cum."

Megan smiled and crawled between my long legs, but she wasn't finished toying with me. She held her right breast up against my wet folds and began rubbing her stiff pink nipple against me. My cunt was throbbing and the contact with her tit sent jolts of electricity through me.

Dad reached down and used one hand to open my flower for Megan. I was moaning and sighing as she stroked my clit with her pillowy breast. Then she pulled the nipple into her mouth and sucked my juices away.

Finally my best friend had allowed me to suffer long enough. She dove down into my pussy, fucking me with her tongue and slurping my sweet cream.

"Oh god! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhh!"

Almost instantly, my first orgasm slammed into me. I began bucking my hips and pushing my snatch into Megan's face. Dad was rolling my nipples between his fingers as he watched me start to cum. Megan replaced her tongue with a finger and began plunging it in and out of my vagina. She quickly latched onto my clit and sucked it hard, pushing me over the edge.

"Suck me Meg! Don't stop! Oh god! Yessss!"

Dad's bedroom began to tilt and spin a little, as if I had stumbled into the house after sneaking some alcohol. But I felt like every nerve ending on my body was tingling as my orgasm rocked and pounded me.

Megan's mouth never left my pussy, so I didn't even realize that she had spun her body around until I felt her soft thighs around my head. I opened my eyes to see her dripping snatch above me, and I was suddenly hungry for it. I wrapped my hands around her delicious ass cheeks and pulled her down to my mouth. I drank the tangy juices from her pussy while I tongue-fucked her and sucked her labia.

I didn't know where Dad was, but I imagined him sitting on the side of the bed, slowly stroking his cock as he watched these hot young teenaged sluts locked in a 69. Megan said something, but I couldn't hear it with her inner thighs pressed against my ears.




Weekends with Dad Ch. 04



Then I felt my father's hands grasp my thighs and pull me to the bottom edge of the bed. Megan squirmed and wriggled to move with me. Moments later, I felt Megan's fingers open my pussy wide, and Dad's cock press against me.

I turned to look into the mirrored closet doors and saw Dad standing there, preparing to fuck me with Megan's face just inches from our incestuous coupling. Dad paused at the opening of my pussy and Megan wrapped her hand around his shaft, rubbing it around my labia to tease me once more.

I lifted my hips toward Dad's thick cock and he gave me what I wanted. He sank halfway into me, stretching my tight pussy walls around him. He pulled back out and Megan bent down again, licking and sucking my juices from his cock.

Then he drove deeply into me and began slowly but powerfully fucking me. Megan was licking and rubbing my clitoris as he pounded my pussy. I didn't want to cum too fast this time, so I dove back into my friend's snatch and tried to concentrate on pleasuring her.

Sure enough, after a few moments Megan began to hump my face and I knew she was close. I used my lips to clamp down on her clit, sucking it and nibbling it. She got up straight on her knees, riding my head as I ate her out. I reached up for her tits and began squeezing the soft flesh.

Megan's voice was muffled but I heard her say, "Suck them, Alex! Suck my big tits!"

I held her breasts up and felt Dad lean toward them, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking it while he continued to fuck me. I knew we must look like a scene from a nasty porno movie, so I let go of one tit and pointed at the mirror.

I guess Megan turned to watch, because I heard her say, "Oh fuck -- that's so hot." Maybe that helped push her over the edge, because she started moaning loudly and squeezing my head with her thighs.

I never let up on her pussy, continuing to lick and suck as she came and her juices flooded my mouth. I drank as much as I could, but I felt her tangy cream drip down the sides of my mouth. Finally, Megan's body slumped and she rolled off me onto the bed.

That left Dad and I to concentrate on each other. He leaned over me, cock still buried in my cunt, and licked Megan's juices off my cheeks and chin. Then he kissed me softly on the mouth and began fucking me in earnest.

His cock felt absolutely huge in me, and I loved the way his strokes were slow but powerful, as if he was fighting to control his boiling lust.

"That's it, Alex, fuck your little girl. Make her cum all over your fat cock!" Megan was sitting next to me, running her hands over my body as Dad responded to her urging. He began truly hammering my pussy now, fucking me harder than he ever had before. Megan reached down and began rubbing my clit as my father's thick shaft sent shock waves through me.

"C'mon Dad, do it! Fuck me harder! Oh god! Oh fuck! Yesssss!" I felt the approach of a white-hot orgasm. My pussy was on fire and my head started spinning as my entire body throbbed with pleasure. "I'm cumming Daddy! Keep fucking me! Do it! Yes! Oh fuck!"

I couldn't speak any longer, and I heard myself making some strange animal noise that sounded like a cross between a growl and a scream. I could feel my snatch flooding with cream, could vaguely hearing the squishing of my father's prick slamming into me. Then I felt him gradually slowing his pace, settling into a gentle fuck as I came down from my climax.

"Daddy... I've never cum... like that before," I panted while struggling to catch my breath.

"I thought I was gonna blow just from watching you," Megan said with a laugh. She was licking my pussy cream off her fingers.

Dad just smiled as he slowly pulled his still rigid cock from my satisfied snatch. He left a void that I knew would be filled again and again over the next couple of weeks. But for now, I was eager to see my best friend impaled on his massive erection.

"Looks like you've got enough left for Megan," I told Dad. "I know she's been waiting for her turn."

"You sure you're willing to share?" Dad asked with a grin. "I wouldn't want you to get jealous."

"Yeah, Jess, your dad has a chance to fuck a big-titted blonde." Megan got up on her hands and knees, wiggling her sweet round ass at my father. "Who knows, I may be all he can handle."

"Enough talk. Fuck her dad!"

My father had been sitting on the edge of the bed. But he stood up, grasped Megan's hips and pulled her close. He took his cock by the base and started rubbing it along her pussy lips. I crawled over next to the action for a better look.

"Look at her ass, Dad. Don't you just want to fuck her hard?" I ran my hands over her creamy white cheeks as Dad began to press the swollen tip of her cock against her fuck-hole.

"Not all at once, Alex. You'll split me in half." Megan arched her back, pushing her ass slightly back toward him. I watched in wonder as my father's prick began to disappear inside her. Slowly, slowly, in and out, inch by inch. I had never seen anything so sexy, so fucking hot in my life.

Megan clutched fistfuls of bedspread as her pussy gradually swallowed all of Dad's shaft. He paused for a moment, relishing the feeling of being completely buried in a tight teenaged cunt.

"You okay, honey?" Dad sweetly asked as he gently rubbed her sweet ass cheeks and lower back. His fatherly instinct had kicked in briefly. That greatly amused me, given the fact that he had just sunk his dick into her.

Megan just nodded at first, then turned back and looked at him. Her eyes were blazing with lust. "You feel fucking huge inside me. But it's good. It feels amazing. Now start fucking me!"

Dad began withdrawing his cock from her, and I loved the sight of Megan's labia pulling with it, as if they were desperately reaching for more. Then my father pushed back in, and her swollen pink lips disappeared again.

At Megan's urging, Dad gradually picked up the pace, and within a minute or two they had settled into a sweet sexy rhythm of fucking. I looked over to see Megan's heavy tits swinging with each stroke. Her nipples were puffy and erect, and I reached down to stroke and squeeze them.

I was amazed by my father's control and staying power. Here he was with two hot teenaged girls eager to suck and fuck him. Then there was the added forbidden allure of them being his own daughter and her best friend. Any guy our age would have blown his load five or six times, and left us wanting.

But Megan was being fully satisfied, fully fucked, just as she suspected she would be. He mouth was hanging open in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed except when she stole glances in the mirrored doors. Her tits were a blur as Dad began hammering her harder and faster. All of a sudden I had an urge to suck on her big mounds, so I turned onto my back and crawled beneath her.

I had just managed to capture one of Megan's swaying nipples in my mouth when I could feel her body tense above me. She began slamming her body back toward my father, meeting his every stroke.

"Oh god Alex! Fuck! You fuck me so good!" She was panting and grunting as she spoke. "Oh yes -- I'm gonna cum... you're making me cum again! Oh! Oh! Fuck meeeeee!"

I could feel a sheen of perspiration break out on Megan's skin as her orgasm ripped through her. I grabbed both tits and sucked and squeezed as she wailed and groaned. Just as she started to recover from the climax, Dad warned us that his was fast approaching. I slid out from under Megan to watch.

"Megan... fuck! Oh god! I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck yes! Fill me up Alex!"

"Do it Dad! Give it to her!"

His face was screwed up with intense pleasure, but he managed to look at me and smile. I knew from experience that his fat cock was swelling impossibly fatter, stretching Megan's cunt to the limit. He was hammering her now, having surged through the limits of his control.

"I'm cumming, Megan! Yes -- take it you little slut!" My father had a tight hold on her hips as he clenched his ass cheeks and pumped her full of his seed. The wet sticky sound of their fucking was delicious.

"Oh god, I can feel you! It's so hot!" Megan shrieked as her body shivered and quaked. "Fuck me Alex... shoot it deep in me! I want it all!" Dad kept ramming her so long, he must have unloaded a quart of cum.

Finally, he slumped over Megan's back and the two of them fell sideways onto the bed. His cock was still buried in her well-fucked pussy as they panted and sighed with long-needed release. I snuggled up behind my father, pressing my naked body against his. He was sandwiched between a pair of hot young bodies that were totally his for the taking.

And for the next two weeks, he took us again and again. On all of our beds. In the much smaller condo shower. On the balcony under the shroud of darkness.

Megan, my father and I were completely exhausted and spent by the end of that vacation. And completely content in the knowledge that our weekends with Dad were just beginning.