7 comments/ 68667 views/ 3 favorites Working Out the Kinks Ch. 02 By: kellie_green_eyes My dad and I didn't talk about our first intimate encounter. I think neither one of us could, really. That evening, he avoided me and went to his room early and didn't come out. I wasn't sure what exactly he felt. Was he angry at me? I had teased him, after all, with my 20-year-old body in the best shape I'd ever had. For reasons I didn't quite understand, I had flirted with him, without even being fully aware of where I wanted it to go. And I had gotten him to rub himself on me until he came. But what did I want now? Maybe I wanted more. Or maybe I thought I did -- some fantasy-part of my brain, where consequences didn't matter, wanted to take another step. Or it was my body -- I loved girls, but needed the occasional man's touch. And, on one level, getting that touch from HIM made perfect sense; he would be the only man on planet earth who could give it to me without an agenda, without a game playing in the back of his mind. It was so confusing. My thoughts didn't make a lot of sense to me; what I knew for sure was that I was in bed, and I wore only a t-shirt, and I was rubbing myself really hard and thinking about him. Was he doing the same? * * * He was gone when I got up in the morning. That whole day my nerves were shot. At lunch I drank two beers just to calm down; I even searched mom's room for valium. While I didn't find it, I did find a porno magazine in my dad's bed stand -- I just could help looking. The magazine featured girls who were 'barely legal' -- around my age. They looked like candy I wanted to lick from head to toe myself. So - here was another thing my dad and I had in common. Finally, I had to get out of the house. I want to the local bookstore to find some good chick lit to read, but inevitably found myself in the erotica section. I read stories about steamy lesbian sex -- and so the distraction I sought turned out to only further deepen my entry into a world of moods I couldn't control. My situation wasn't helped by the sight of an adorable brunette working in the music section. Seeing everything through the prism of my transformed state, I confidently chatted her up, and though she didn't respond to my flirting, I learned that her name was Donna and got her number to "hang out sometime." So, who knows what might come of that? But looking into her sexy blue eyes and lusting after her gorgeous mouth, with its wide smile and quick, pink tongue, made me crazy horny. When I got home, daddy was in his study. His mood was still so hard to read. So I went upstairs to my room and put on my workout outfit: gray running shorts with pink stripes and a pink athletic bra. Barefoot. I put my hair in pigtails like one of the girls in his magazine. He had classical music on his study and there was a loud part playing when I skipped into the room. He had his back to me; he sat on a stool in the corner, feeding junk mail into a shredder. He was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. Evidently he hadn't heard me come in, since when I put my hands over his eyes and said "Guess who?" he jumped hard enough that he actually slipped off the stool and hit the hardwood floor. "Daddy, are you ok?" I knelt beside him and caressed his face. He seemed flustered. "Yes, sweetie, I'm fine. You scared me though -- I didn't even think you were home." I was so relieved that this little mishap had broken what felt like unbearable tension. "Well, if you're not hurt, do you want to join me for a workout?" Daddy started to sit up when he said, "I think I'll take the day off from the gym, sweetie." "Well...ok. I would make this a rest day for me, too, but I have to work off some crazy energy I'm feeling." Dad got up and was moving papers around. I stood up, too, and idly picked up a snow globe and shook it. "Any thoughts on what I should work on?" "Well, yesterday we worked on..." Big uncomfortable pause. I looked down and studied my fingernails. "Daddy, that...that doesn't have to happen again. It was just something we felt in the moment." He nodded his head. "Well," I said, "I'll be working out in case you change your mind." * * * He didn't. The entire time I spent in the gym that day, I kept looking toward the stairs, expecting to see his muscled calves making their way down to me at any second, conscious of the pose I'd be in when he could see me. And so it was a distracted workout, but furious too, like something that stood in for the cold shower I really needed. At this point, my mind had fully given itself over to the fantasy of being with him. It had dropped its defense mechanisms and yielded to the images of his powerful body above my fit, delicate little self. Near the end, a sweaty heap from drumming my legs on the treadmill at a near-sprint for the last 20 minutes of my jog, I leaned against the wall and felt my hand slip into my running shorts, where my fingers found the delicate and tender skin on either side of my moistening lips. I wasn't fully masturbating but, rather, teasing myself, thinking about how he was teasing me. Tormenting myself, in a way. Wanting him to come down the stairs and see me in this state. Thinking about what it would be like to feel his fingers down there, while he kissed me, hard, with tongue, until - until he put himself in my mouth. Oh! I couldn't think of it anymore. My quivering legs eventually carried me up the steps, and I felt how exhausted I'd made myself. I did take a cold shower, which turned into a warm bath, which turned into a deep and dreamless sleep. * * * The next night, we watched a movie, a romantic comedy that we both thought was stupid but funny. We enjoyed making fun of its ridiculous plot and jokes that you could see coming up the freeway. It did get us talking again about dating, and when I asked him about the girlfriends he had before meeting Mom, he seemed eager to describe his experiences in high school and college. I was just as eager to learn more and as he told me about his first kiss (with a Korean girl, when they were both in the 7th grade), to his first sexual experience (with a pert little blonde three agonizingly long years later), I pumped him for details. Especially about what the girls looked like. "You really like hearing this stuff, huh?" he asked. "Absolutely. I love to learn every detail." "Well let me show you my shoebox." "Is that a euphemism you used to play on these girlfriends," I asked, pinching him. "No dummy, but very funny. It's my secret cache of pictures and notes from these girls, hidden away, in the closet in our bedroom." Five minutes later, we're sitting on the bed in my parents' bedroom, looking at pictures of dad's old girlfriends. They were all cute in their own way. One was a real stunner. A brunette beauty with long legs and a smile that was joyfully ecstatic and yet somehow expressive of a really dirty mischievousness underneath. There were a series of pictures of her -- including two nudes. "Who is this gorgeous thing, daddy?" He took the picture from my hand and looked at it with a barely audible sigh. "She was my college love. The most ... I don't know, intense relationship I'd ever had. A roller coaster. Every Tuesday she wanted to break up, and every Friday she wanted to get married. That kind of thing." "Wow," I said. "Kinda girl that gets a hold of you, huh?" "Yeah. It was very, well...I shouldn't say more." "No, no don't stop. It was very....what?" "Well, you know..." "Physical!" I guessed, with a little too much excitement in my voice. "Right? The kind of relationship where when the lover's not around you think how happy you'd be if it ended, that you didn't need the knot in the stomach...but then the lover walks into the room and your control is just - " "Gone, yeah, you know what this is like." "You just wanna ... grab 'em and take 'em in your arms and rip their clothes off." I was smiling, excited, and because he was holding this picture so close to his face to study it, I had unconsciously leaned toward him, on my hands and knees basically, my face near his shoulder, to look along with him. "Yeah, it took a long time to shake her, you know? When you find someone you connect with physically, it's hard to get over. It was amazing. And then she was gone, out of my life." I stared at the picture, which showed her from the side, on her hands and knees, showing off her figure, the smooth S-curve of the gentle outline of her shoulders dipping into the small of her back and her slim waist before rising back up to form an ass that I wanted to reach into the picture to caress. I may have been drooling; I was definitely getting wet. And I wasn't sure if it was over wanting to touch this sexy girl's body, or from imagining my dad, in his youth, having his way with her, or both. "Dad, you touched this amazing girl for, like, every day for two years? And now, you and Mom hardly ever -- and never even mind that Mom's figure is so not --" "Sweetie, your mother is very --" "She's fine, I know, but daddy, I know firsthand what it's like, what with for two years being totally out of shape until you turned it around. And my body may not look like Lilya's but -- " "Your body is every bit as sexy as -- I mean, as good as hers, in as good a shape and figure as...you know what I mean!" "And you're an athletic trainer at a university - you must be around super fit coeds all the time. Jesus. Your balls must be bluer than Papa Smurf's! C'mon dad - you ever cheat on mom?" "I have thought about it. From time to time," He said. "It occurs to me. There are times when I think a student is hitting on me. But - you know me. I'm too....too nice." I punched his muscular shoulder. "Whatever - you're not so nice when you're trying to get me to do another rep in the gym! Don't sell yourself short. But - I believe that you wouldn't cheat on Mom. At least you wouldn't with just anybody." A long silence. Dad looked at Lilya's picture. Resting my head on his shoulder, I asked softly, "what did she do that was so good?" "Sweetie, I can't...." "Oh come on, daddy! I've seen her naked. I mean, did she -- was she great at sucking your cock?" "Kellie!" I couldn't help giggling and blushing. Sitting back and covering my mouth. Then leaned forward again, putting my arms around his shoulders. "We're grownups." "She was just...generous and giving." I raised my eyebrows. "I know what that means, Daddy." I struggled to suppress a giggle as Dad gave me a look that said I was an incorrigible child up to mischief again. "What does it mean, smarty-pants?" I was almost beyond able to control myself. I got up on my knees, and leaned my body into him, my breasts crushed against his shoulders, my arms around his neck. My lips right in his ear, the words came out as a sultry whisper, more because I was nervous than because I was trying to be sultry: "She loved your whole body, without shame. She loved your cum." He rolled his head back and hummed - his right arm reaching across his body to stroke my hair. "And you think about her the most," I continued, my arms around his shoulders, my body leaning into his more and more, "whenever you and mom do make love. You close your eyes and you pretend it's her...but it isn't the same." He shook his head sadly. "Kellie, let's not...." "Shhhhh. Just close your eyes and think of her. Her arms around your shoulders." I pulled them away and began massaging his neck. "Her delicate hands rubbing your strong muscles." I moved behind him, on my knees, my thighs on either side of him, my hands massaging his biceps and his chest. "Just think back to Lilya, daddy, the way she touched you. The smell of her perfume. Are you thinking about her?" He nodded. I pulled my right hand back and behind him to stroke through his salt-and-pepper short-cropped hair, gently caressing his scalp, while my left hand drifted lower, to his firm abs and hips. Meanwhile, his hands had reached back and were curved around my thighs. I breathed on his neck. "Can you feel her breath on you?" I asked. "Yes." "She nibbles your ear just like she used to," I said, as I leaned in an flicked my tongue on his earlobe before tugging it gently with my teeth. Once it was clear that he was allowing me to do this, my left hand drifted lower, to his thighs, which felt like they were made of pig-iron. They were his best feature, his sculpted legs which made the rest of him look lean, even though he was roped in chiseled muscle. I couldn't think of what to say next, to extend this little dream world I was trying to cast him in. My mind couldn't seem to focus on anything other than what I felt. I was so incredibly wet, that I could smell it. I wondered if he could, too. My left hand slid to the center of his being and found his extremely hard and throbbing cock pressing against his shorts. I gripped the shaft through the fabric and began stroking him. He gasped, but he didn't object. His hands, which had been still on my thighs, began to caress back and forth on the outside of my legs. When his hips began to move slightly, I reached under the elastic of his shorts and my fingers found the hot flesh of his hard rod. "Oh my god," he whispered. "Does that feel good?" I asked. "So good." "Tell me what you want me to do, Daddy." I whispered in his ear. "Tell me what you like." I expected him to tell me to kiss his neck. Or to keep talking about Lilya. Something that kept us within the scope of the mild, clothed masturbation we'd experienced so far. But he surprised me. "I want to see you naked while you do this," is what he said. I smiled and kissed his neck. "While I do what?" I teased, as my hand no longer gripped his shaft but instead palmed the swollen head of his dick with downward pressure. His strong arms reached behind him and clutched my hips and crushed me against his back. "While you stroke Daddy's hard cock. Daddy wants to see his little girl's tight naked body." These words got me so hot I practically yanked my hands out of his shorts and jumped off the bed, so quickly that I tripped and fell to the floor. But I quickly scrambled up, getting my clothes off, in a hurry. First I dropped my pajama bottoms and panties in one go, then I began to loosen the big buttons of the top when I felt Daddy's arms around my hips and my body lift in the air where it did a quick turn. Daddy had picked me up, and tossed me on the bed, on my back. My thick, shoulder-length red hair had gotten into my face and I had to brush it clear and by the time I did, I saw that my father was completely naked. He must have ripped off his clothes. The next moment, he had ripped open my pajama top. This sudden outburst of a passion that had been repressed and tightly controlled until now put me into a frenzy of horniness. All I could say was, "Yes, yes, I want this." He grunted and he scooted my petite body, tiny compared to his, up the bed with only his thighs. His shoulders pushed my legs up as he leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently. I felt the heat and the power of his toned, athletic body. The tips of his cock grazed my left ass cheek as he began to bite my very hard nipples, which looked like a cherry-red oasis in a sea of smooth, curvy, ivory skin. "You've made me so fucking horny, Kellie, I don't know what to do with myself. God, your body is so damn hot. So small and tight and fit. Jesus!" He was like a man who'd eaten prison food for twenty years and was now a guest of honor at the Four Seasons. "You made my body fit, Daddy, and now you can have it!" I heard myself shout, my voice cracking at the end with excitement. I felt like clit from the hips down, I was so wet and horny and in such disbelief that this thing -- sex with Daddy -- which I had fantasized about was actually happening. I began to caress his beautifully muscled arms when I felt them flex as his hands moved from squeezing my tits to cradling the underside of my upper thighs. In order to lift them -- to press my knees up and out. I looked down to see what was happening, already groaning before knowing what it was, my mouth and "O" and my eyebrows upside down end-parentheses, when I saw Daddy's face in between my legs. And felt his tongue quivering all over my slick, pink, hot folds. Oh god, my Daddy was eating my pussy! And my hips were grinding. I tossed my head back and arched my back as I felt his tongue on my clit and a thumb inside my fuckhole. When I pulled my face back down to watch him, I saw that his face was glistening with a thick glaze of my juices. I was about to say something very dirty to him when I felt a thumb in my mouth -- Daddy's thumb! The one that had just been in my pussy! Oh god, he was being so dirty with me so quickly! I could not believe it. And he ate my pussy so well. It's not completely true that girls eat pussy better than guys do, though it is true that more guys are clueless about it. Guys just eat it differently, and Daddy's mouth worked his little girl's clit like a MAN would. I flooded his mouth with pussy juice -- right before I was going to cum, he lifted his face from my pink lips to mount me, and I saw him quickly drag a thick wrist across his face, to wipe some of it off. As I marveled at that sight, I felt the throbbing head of his cock press against my slick, sensitive lips and heard him say, "We have to fuck now." In the next moment, he was inside me almost to the hilt and I growled and clawed the sheets. His dick began pistoning inside me and he grunted and swore. I lifted my legs, spreading them further, and rolled my abs a bit so that for his inward thrusts he entered me completely, his balls hitting the curve of my ass. He fucked me like a wild animal. The bed creaked and the top mattress slid off the bed by millimeters. My hands explored his body until I couldn't take it and told him I was going to cum all over his dick. "Are you close?" he asked urgently, and I answered by cumming, with a panting loss of breath and noise, followed by a stiffening of my entire body. I let loose a silent scream before squealing, my legs twitching. It felt like I'd passed out. When I noticed my surrounding again, Daddy was still pumping and I heard him say, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum deep in your tight little pussy!" I wanted to say something dirty but the feeling of being fucked hard and passionately and deeply took away all language from my mind. All I could do was look down and watch that cock pull out of my pussy, with just the tip in, and slam back down again, until it disappeared completely, and it seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world. I felt his forehead touch mine -- he was watching his hard dick disappear in his daughter's tight slit, too. And when we felt this, we turned to each other and kissed deeply, his tongue entering my mouth, my pussy juices slipping onto my lips as our tongues swirled around each other. He broke the kiss to grunt, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and he held his dick deep inside me, his balls pressed against my flesh, and I felt jet after jet of a thick, hot substance fill me. We lay there, clenched like this, for what felt like a long time. His cock still in me, softening a little, but still fairly hard. We were each panting, exhausted. And a little shocked, I think. Now that we had both cum, our minds slowly returned to the "real world," and I think each of us was thinking about where this had gone, and where it should or shouldn't go next. He slipped his cock out of me and he lay next to me, taking me in his arms. "That was..." he began to say, before stopping, searching for the right words. I desperately wanted to hear the right words. "That was incredible. Just an incredible feeling. I just can't be afraid to admit it, Kellie." Working Out the Kinks Ch. 02 My hands caressed his chiseled chest. "What are we going to do, now, Daddy?" I asked. To Be Continued.... Working Out the Kinks Ch. 03 I lay in my dad's arms, still woozy from what just happened -- physically and emotionally. My free right hand reached for his arm, and caressed the knots of muscle that roping from the shoulder to the elbow. It struck me then, that there was something about an older man in peak physical shape that I found desperately attractive. Of course, he owed this fact to his job as a conditioning coach -- but there it was all the same, this frame of capable limbs, narrow waist, and a big, brutish chest. He seemed sound asleep - on his back, his cock curled on its side against his thigh. My father's cock. I couldn't stop staring at it. Mostly limp, it had the promise of springing to hard life with just a touch, or a lick. That excited me - both the thought of watching it grow straight and hard and the idea that I would be the cause, that I'd have that power. I admired the balls, too. The outline of each testicle was visible and yet they were contained within this sack of delicate skin covered by peach fuzzy hair. I just wanted to lick it and drive him wild. I was getting all worked up, to say the least, and the idea of just mounting him and rubbing myself on his cock made me feel all gooey inside. I pushed myself up on all fours and placed one knee on the opposite side of his hip and slowly, my head bent to watch, I lowered myself onto his cock. When contact was made between my pink lips and his fleshy shaft, I lifted up slightly and lowered again, several times, feeling the stickiness that fused the two together with a cling that made me swoon. Then I lowered myself in earnest and began sliding up and down the shaft. I felt it twitch twice, suddenly, almost like cramped muscle, and then it started to harden, lengthen, and straighten. I gasped quietly when I felt that, and I put one hand on his chest and the other on his tummy, where my fingers pressed into the slightly soft layer of flesh (his body's only real concession to age) that stretched over the hard ridges of abdominal muscles beneath. I loved that part of his body and it was the first time I'd touched it. Now I was really sliding back and forth on his hard shaft. He began to stir, as I looked down and watched the obscenely big crown of his dick appear from underneath me -- and then disappear, as I stroked the full length of my now very wet lips all up and down the shaft. "Kellie," I heard my dad whisper. I meant to look at him and smile and say something sweet, but my body had separated itself from my brain, so I kept just staring at the place where the tip of his cock appeared and disappeared, with my mouth simply whispering, "So good. So good." I felt his hands caress my face -- his fingers tracing either cheek, combing my hair back from my face, until they'd gripped my head. He lifted my face toward him in this way, curled up in a little crunch, and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth, and the feeling of it swirling with mine stopped my grinding. His face smelled and tasted like pussy -- mine. As we kissed his hands slid down to the small of my back, where they moved to caress my hips. "Your body's so small and tight," he said as we broke our kiss, our foreheads touching, my red hair surrounding his face like a curtain. "I love it. I just want to touch it." "It's all yours, daddy," I said. He lifted me off of him and pushed me onto my back, as he got onto his knees. "Your skin is so fair, so soft," he said, as he clutched my right leg by the calf and rubbed his cock on my thigh. "Yes," I said. I wasn't at my most articulate, that's for sure. Then he was rubbing his cock on my tummy, enjoying skin that soft yet firm at the same time. I smiled, arched my back, and slid one hand over his thigh. He said something I didn't understand, to which I smiled and said "yes." He moved his body up closer to my face and he was soon on all fours with his slightly bobbing, twitching cock right near my mouth, his hands on one side of my head, his knees on another. I wasn't sure what to do for a moment, and then he lifted his knees into a kind of push-up position -- a move that tensed his muscles, especially his abdominals and lats, and also brought his cock into contact with my mouth. I pursed my lips with a bit of tongue showing through and he kind of rubbed the underside of his his dick against them lengthwise, going from the tip to the base of his balls, rubbing lengthwise, moaning. I brought saliva to the front of my mouth and wetted my lips and tongue and parted my lips more, so that more of the underside of the shaft slid against my wet, warm tongue. He was gasping and his dick was twitching in a way that made me think he was going to cum. Almost involuntarily, my left hand -- the one that wasn't between his thighs playing with his balls and caressing his ass cheeks -- was on my pussy, rubbing my clit, feverishly. At some point - I'm not sure how long after we were in this position -- he took my left hand, and brought it to his lips, and licked juices off my fingers. He then lowered his face and kissed my lower tummy, my upper thighs, my lower tummy again, his tongue fluttering, oh so good. Then his tongue found my clit and licked it calmly, slowly, in a smooth rhythm, and while there for a minute or so, he brought one of his knees over and across to the other side of my head. He'd positioned himself in a 69 position with him on top, his huge, muscled body hovering over mine, his dick now totally in my face. I was kind of shocked by this -- things had gotten very dirty very quickly, and he'd made this latest move without even seeking my assent silently the way you do in bed sometimes. My feelings about this were a tossed salad of fear, wonder, arousal, and disgust. Somehow the move offended me, like I couldn't believe that he thought he could just plant his balls on my forehead or position his dick not just for a blowjob but in a way that would let him fuck my mouth -- my mouth! his daughters! the second time we were having sex! -- anytime he wanted, like he was pride of the herd, or like he was a sultan. On the other hand -- this very display of power and desire made me so wet and excited. Kind of like he couldn't help it -- his hard cock, his balls full of cum, had a mind of their own, and they had to get near my cute little face, and were drawn to it like a magnet. The very dirtiness aroused me -- we weren't just fucking, after all, which is dirty enough, especially if you're a father-daughter pair. We were in a 69, and daddy was on top. And plus -- he was eating my pussy in a way that made me grind my hips and flex my legs. He was pressing a button at the center of my being that made me feel both like my pussy was my entire body and like the lower half of my body wasn't even there. Like it had floated off into the air and somehow I could still feel it. I turned my head upward and licked his shaft up and down its length. My wet tongue slid all down the shaft. I reached up further and sucked a nut into my mouth, and gently and wetly bathed it with my tongue. I reached around his thighs and clutched his cock by the base, and pulled it, which was awkward -- it was very, very stiff and I had to pull it past his thigh -- and pulled it in position to enter my mouth. At first I fluttered my tongue all over the tip. I held it firmly, controlling it as this licking made his hips buck. At the moment I pulled the tip in my mouth and bathed it with my wet mouth, shockwaves suddenly spread through my body from the center of my being and I started to cum. It came on suddenly and my thighs clamped on his head and I grunted "Cummmmingngnnt soo good!" or something like that. I know I shrieked. I slipped the crown of his dick back in my mouth and move my hands to each of his ass cheeks. He lifted his mouth from my pussy and I think he was probably watching himself, from a push-up position, looking down the length of my body to my upturned face. His dick in my mouth, the tip of it. My hands on his ass encouraged him to start fucking my mouth, and he did. Gently at first. I figured this would excite him frantically, and I was positioned to try to take it -- and he did in fact start to slide more and more of his dick into my mouth and to the entrance of my throat. He grunted and moaned. My mouth was very wet with drool everywhere. "Oh god, oh yes, oh so good," I heard him say. My hands drifted and caressed him everywhere I could. His muscular thighs, his narrow hips, his hard and flexed abs. He had such a hot body and I was grunting approval, grunting "mm-hmmmnnn, MMMMmmmm-Hnnnnhhhhh" as I felt his dick get super extra hard, like they do right before they explode with cum. He was bucking more frantically and he told me he was about to cum. I think maybe he didn't want to cum in my mouth so he pulled his dick out. He was still above me though, so I reached up and pulled on his cock, jerking it, the balls right above eye level. I tipped my face of and pressed my tongue into his sack, right between the balls, and started flicking them back and forth, while my small, delicate hands stroked his cock. "Yes, Kellie, yes, yes, oh god, yes..." I felt that wonderful sensation of twitching and flexing in his dick as a huge spurt of fluid shot out of his dick, the sticky gob landing on my throat and tits. This was followed by weaker ejaculations that landed in a pool on the hollow of my throat, before flowing down my neck. It felt so amazingly warm and sticky on my skin and the smell was so dirty and foul and I felt so naughty and foul myself. It was like we'd just pulled off a crime that we got away with. After he panted for a minute, catching his breath and his voice, he got off of me and sat next to me. I spread my arms over my head and stretched out my body. He ran his hands over me -- my fit legs, the slim curve of my hips, he spent extra time caressing my narrow fit little waist, and he couldn't help grinning as he palmed my pert, firm breasts. His tan, strong hands gliding smoothly across my fair skin was a sexy contrast in color and texture, a sight that I enjoyed along with the feeling of it. "You're so incredibly beautiful, Kellie," Dad said. "I just can't believe how small you are. I just can't get over it. So tight and petite, and cute. God. I've been with Mom only for 20-some years now so I can't even remember what it's like being with a girl who's not her size." I smiled and grinned and stretched some more. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'll stop talking about her, or comparing you to her. I just...wow. You're just amazing." I smiled. Sat up. Kissed him on the mouth briefly. "Let me get you a towel," Dad said. "No, daddy. Let's take a shower together." * * * In the shower, dad washed my entire body, from head to toe. He massaged my scalp so wonderfully as he shampooed my long red hair. My breasts got very clean, of course! I washed him, too. We didn't talk much there, but we got out, got in our pajamas, and snuggled in his -- in mom and dad's -- bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. * * * The next morning, we did not have sex again. I had nearly forgotten during all the week's tension and drama that I had a friend's baby shower that afternoon and I hadn't bought anything yet! And I woke up in daddy's arms a little after 10:30.... I hopped out of bed and hurried down the hall to clean up and pull on some clothes for a run to Target, where she was registered. As I was leaving my room, my dad appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. Naked. "You're not mad at me, are you," he asked. I smiled. I squeezed the tip of his cock, got up on my tiptoes, and kissed his mouth with a quick peck. "No, daddy. Rebecca's shower! Remember? Gotta run." During my trip to the store, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened over the last few days. I felt so satisfied, physically. I felt so safe about the future, too. Instead of being unsure of where I stood or what I wanted -- girls? boys? -- I had a rock to rely on. I could be my daddy's naughty, nasty little girl -- just thinking those words, again and again in my mind, made me dizzy with horniness. He could give me what I needed from a guy without the usual drama or problems. Would there be unusual drama from this relationship? After all, I was fucking my dad, and I knew I was going to do it again many times, even regularly. There probably would be. But for now, I was free -- free to pursue girls for love, knowing that I had the man I needed for sex. The baby shower was fun. It was great to see old friends again, most of whom I didn't get to see much of since I was away at school for most of the last two years. There were also some women I hadn't met before. I mingled for a while as girls were arriving, when my cell phone buzzed me with a new text message. It was from Daddy. To Be Continued... Working Out the Kinks Ch. 04 The text message from my dad read, simply, "Mom home early." I knew what it meant. Even with the butterflies in my stomach, I'd have to pull myself together and act normal and natural once I got home. This was a disappointment - it meant of course that the games my dad and I had begun to play would need to be suspended for a while. On the other hand, after a deep breath and a visit to the restroom where a splash of cold water on my flushed face jolted me into my new situation, I could enjoy the baby shower. I rejoined the women in the living room both relaxed and attentive to the demands of mingling. "I wanted to say, Kellie," Trisha whispered to me as I slid onto the couch next to her, "you look amazing. You have seriously got yourself in shape, girl. Who's your personal trainer?" "Actually - it's my dad. He's a coach at E--- University and knows everything about getting fit." Trisha is a very attractive woman, around 30, and the older sister of a friend of mine. "You were totally beautiful before, of course," she said, "but, I mean, wow. You're toned and just totally glowing, too, totally confident. I'd pay for those results!" She made a show of eyeing me up and down and I smiled at the double meaning of her words. Trisha was curvy, which made her endearingly self-deprecating, humble, and even a little unconfident -- though all of that made me find her even more magnetic. It felt like, if she did go for women, I could make her feel sexy and beautiful with my attention. Her face, though wide, with an angular jaw she was self-conscious of, was a display of perfect skin. Her cheekbones were subtle but gave her the impression of always grinning slightly, making her approachable. But it was the dark eyes and darker tangle of thick, hip-length hair that left you with the impression that there was a bubble of hot poison deep inside her wanting to be let out, if only it could be coaxed properly. "I could certainly introduce you," I slid a hand on her knee, peeking out of her light blue silk skirt, "to my personal trainer. I'll want a commission, though." She knew I was a lesbian, and I wondered what she thought of my remark. In any case, we laughed and the hostess announced the start of various baby shower games. I enjoyed myself thoroughly and felt myself regain an assertiveness I hadn't had in years. My physical fitness was part of it, but, I then realized, the energy beneath my feet came from the happiness that sheer, amazing sex gives you. I felt attractive and even felt like one of the women I didn't know was flirting with me. She was the supervisor of the pregnant star of the party, and she was in her late thirties. Her name was Hedda, which immediately put in my mind the Ibsen play. She was somewhat tall, with a wiry frame, short-bobbed blonde hair, and ice-blue eyes. She said funny or ironic things without smiling, while staring right into your eyes, which made her hard to read. She repeatedly complimented my hair. Once, during a game that was kind of like team Mad Libs, when called upon to insert a noun into the text, she had used "sexy redhead." Later, while we passed around champagne and listened to music, she gave me her card, "in case you were looking for some experience," and chatted me up. We had been talking about my work interests when she said, in an abrupt change of subject, "Your hair coloring is just mesmerizing - Lisa tells me it's all natural?" (Lisa was a long-time friend of mine, also at the party.) I gulped nervously. "Y-yes, all natural. It changes shade sometimes on its own, depending on I don't know what exactly." She nodded and looked at me. Sipped her drink. "Depending on whether your having fun, or feeling sad, or bored, or aroused, or like that. Like a mood ring. That's what I think," she said. Was it just me or had she snuck the word "aroused" in there to test my reaction? She wouldn't have known I was into girls - and since I'm both very feminine and tend toward being a little shy, I didn't think people would really guess. "Well," I said, "this isn't fair, since when we meet again you'll be able to tell what mood I'm in." We chatted a while longer when she said that she had to duck out of the party early. She hugged me with a little kiss on the cheek, and made me promise to contact her. After she left, I delicately asked Lisa what Hedda's husband did for a living, to learn that she had been separated for two years after she'd found him cheating. "At the time, she was such a mess. She'd wanted a child so badly and now felt like it would never happen." I couldn't get Hedda out of my mind for the rest of the shower. Mainly, I thought about how I would comfort her - by running my hands all over her body, caressing her lithe hips as I brought them to my face, so I could wetly kiss her upper thighs, her tummy, her hair. It got to where I had trouble focusing attention on the party, and I felt relief when it was time to go. Once I got back home, I found Mom and Dad in the kitchen making dinner. I inhaled deeply as I saw my dad's hunched over the sink, peeling carrots. When Mom hugged me, I hoped she could feel the nervous excitement that felt like a current running through my body. I knew at that moment that I'd have to have my Daddy inside me again, soon, and even though Mom was home unexpectedly, we'd have to find a way. Dinner was fine, and I think I acted focused on my Mom's nonstop blathering about her job without her noticing that I was too distracted. Granted, once, she did ask me if I was listening, and another time, I asked her a question about something she had just explained -- both times, my mind was vividly imaging my Daddy's cock slipping in and out of my mouth as his hands clutched my hair and I fingered my wet pussy with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Dad kind of raised his eyebrows at me during each of these distracted incidents. Once, when Mom got up for seconds, I slid my forefinger in my mouth and slowly let it out, my tongue swirling the tip of it, grinning. This made Dad look like he was passing a stone! The rest of the evening was uneventful, except for the raging storm between my legs. Mom and Dad watched a lot of boring TV while I read magazines in my bedroom, waiting for....something. Wasn't sure what. Sure enough, though, I heard Mom go to bed before Dad -- they wished each other good night and he said he was going to watch a late baseball game. So earlier, he'd said there couldn't be any intimate contact between us while Mom was home -- but here he was, staying in the living room and letting Mom go to bed alone. An accident? Just felt like staying up late, when his wife had come home after being away for days? Gentlemen and ladies of the jury, I think not. Blood surged through my body in waves as I took off all my clothes. I couldn't help smiling as I took the soft, cozy quilt that sits folded on a wicker chair in my bedroom and curled it around my body, making me an easy package to unwrap. I peeked down the hall, toward their room, just at the moment I heard Mom click the lamp off. I tiptoed across the carpet and down the stairs, and entered the living room. Smiling as I approached him, he had an expression on his face that tried to say "Not now--really we can't" but also unmistakably said "I want you" at the same time. "I heard Mom go to sleep," I said, smiling. "Sweetie...we can't." I walked slowly in front of him -- he was sitting in a love seat, facing the television -- and planted my firm bottom on his lap. I had to hold the quilt against my body to keep it covered. "At the baby shower today, I was hit on by two girls. Well, one was a woman, in her thirties, I think. Once again, I have your fitness coaching to thank, Daddy." I was really enjoying making him feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. "Well, you know you're a beautiful girl inside and out." "I think you should feel my outside and my inside if you want, right here." "Oh, god, Kellie, I think we have to -- believe me, I want to, but we have to cool it. Mom's in the house and she could find us at any minute." I let the quilt fall, revealing my shoulders, my breasts, and my hips, which I started grinding a little. "I know but feel how wet I am, though." I parted my legs slightly. "I'll be quiet, I swear." He put his hand on my thigh and moved it up my leg until he got to the edge of my pussy. His fingers brushed it, which made me inhale sharply and made him hiss when he discovered how wet I was already. "That's really good," I whispered. "Keep touching me like that. I feel you getting hard." His other hand on the small of my back, Dad rubbed me perfectly while he nibbled on my neck and shoulders. "So fucking hot, baby," he breathed in my ear. "I could explode right now." I pulled his hand off my clit and brought his fingers to my mouth, where I licked them clean, tasting myself. "I want you in my mouth, Daddy." "No - wait. We wouldn't be able to cover up in time if your --" I put my fingers against his lips, shushing him. "She won't wake up. I swear. But if you're worried, we'll just slip your pants down a little bit. I can always cover up with the quilt quickly enough, if we hear her door open." I slid, slowly, down his lap and to my knees, in between his own. I couldn't help breaking into a half-grin as I watched my fingers unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. With care, I slipped a delicate hand inside, found his stiffened heat, and pulled it slowly out and free, into the open air. It was so hard, and felt so hot, right there in my hand. Soon enough he was whispering to me about how good and warm and wet my mouth was. How hot it was to see me purse my lips against his shaft as I put one kiss after another on my way down to his balls, which I took gently into my mouth for a tongue-bath. I felt a sudden stiffening, which meant he was getting close, when we both heard a distinct click down the hall. I paused, his sack resting on my open mouth. Listening. Foosteps! Quickly, I jumped up, wrapped the towel around me and ran out of the living room through the door opposite to the one I entered; dad had yanked up his pants. I stood on the other side of the door, panting, covering my mouth. Stifling a giggle, as I heard my mother say something to dad and then walk away again. When she left, I came back out into the living room and saw dad turning off the TV and head up to their bedroom. We said goodnight; I bit my lower lip and looked him in the eye as I left for my room. * * * A couple of frustrated hours in my room later, it was very late, past 2. I heard my door open slowly. Dad. I was sitting on my bed, reading a magazine, listening to music at low volume. "She's asleep," he whispered. I felt a wave of excitement swell through my body. I nodded. I stripped off my pajama bottoms in a sudden rush, leaned back, and grabbed my ankles, presenting dad with a clear look at what I wanted him to have. In no time, he was across the room and his hard cock was poking my inner thighs, searching for my hole as Dad had begun thrusting before he even got inside me. Once inside, he leaned across my body and put a hand firmly over my mouth, to stifle the sound of my grunting. He fucked me with hard, really quick strokes. I came all over his hot, hard dick while i kneaded his bulging pecs, with their fuzz of soft dark hair. After i came, he removed his hands from my mouth and I could whisper to him to "cum anywhere you want to, Daddy, anywhere on me!" Without a pause he grunted, "in your mouth." And with this comment I thought we had crossed another barrier - Dad was actually saying something really, really dirty he wanted to do to me. I encouraged him, as his cock banged away at my wet pink hole. "Yeah, Daddy?" I hissed. Where do you want to cum? Where do you want your big dick to explode, Daddy? My young little mouth?" "Yes baby god I want to spray you with cum! Aaaagghh" and he pulled out and he clambered up my body with his knees on either side of me. He took a fistful of my hair to lift my head up, and with his balls pressing against my tits he aimed his throbbing dick at my face, at my mouth which I was holding as wide open as I could. I took his dick in my hand and jerked it for him, and in a moment his mouth clenched and his cock erupted. He came so hard his cum actually overshot my face and landed on my forehead and got in my hair. He lurched forward after cumming and braced himself with his arms, his chest above. I massaged his thighs. "Did you like fucking that tight wet pussy, daddy?" I whispered. He panted. "Oh god, Kellie, don't say that. C'mon now." "You liked it though. Your dick got so hard inside me. My pussy was so wet." "Now you've done it," he said, and slid back down my body, lifted both my ankles in the air, and fucked me again, right there, until he came deep inside my pussy. Working Out the Kinks Ch. 05 Since the semester began three weeks ago, I haven't seen my dad. My parents' house was a 90-minute car drive away -- close enough to consider a spur-of-the-moment trip every now and then, but too far to do it too often. Classwork was keeping me really busy, too. Also keeping me busy was the fact that I had not one, but two, casual girlfriends. One was Hedda, the blonde older woman I'd met at my friend's baby shower. She had invited me to her apartment for drinks and to "discuss an internship at her company," but after about an hour and couple of gin and tonics, she had put her hand on my upper thigh with one hand and stroked my hair with the other. The other was Casey, a perky little brunette freshman I met while volunteering at a food pantry. My sex life had gotten so much better since Daddy helped me get into perfect shape. I got attention every where I went, especially from men, of course. Little did they know that the only man in my life was my Daddy. Even though I had, I thought, an ordinary face, my tight fit body, high firm breasts, and thick red hair were attention magnets. I told Daddy about my girlfriends, and he loved hearing about the details. "Hedda loves to make me cum by tonguing my ass and very very gently tapping my clit with her finger," I told him. About Casey, he loved to hear about her insistence on her innocence, about how she'd call me and say, "I'm not a slut but god, Kellie, I want to touch you again." And about how she became incrementally less shy the more aroused she got. And about how we'd 69 and two hours would go by. And about how, as good as that was, I could have used a really nice deep dicking at the end of it. Daddy and I thought of an excuse for him to visit for the third weekend of the semester -- but Mom ended up tagging along, so it turned into an excruciating visit, having him there but not being able to touch him, except for sucking him off in the car on Sunday morning on the pretext of the two of us going jogging while Mom slept in. He came in my wet mouth while he fingered my pink asshole. But I needed more. We decided that he would call in sick on Wednesday, drive to the apartment I shared with two roommates, and take me to a hotel. I would skip class. When I heard his footsteps come up the stairs to our front door, my roommates had left for three hours of morning classes just fifteen minutes before. Dad had gotten up early to come and fuck me silly. This was going to be good. I opened the door, and looked up into his deep blue eyes and smiled. I was slightly shaking all over from the excitement and for a moment we just sat there looking at each other, grinning. I was wearing a tight pink chemise and little striped cotton panties -- i hadn't expected him so soon. He was wearing clothes he'd wear to work - nylon workout pants and jacket top. He told me I looked amazing. And indicated that he was ready to go - but I grabbed his wrist. "No," I said. "Here." "But your roommates -- " "In class. Gone, three-four hours. At least." I couldn't even talk in complete sentences. "Fuck me on my bed." We had to pass through the living room on the way to my room, and as we passed the sofa, he pushed me onto it, my knees on the seats. His hands yanked down my panties. "I'll fuck you on your bed - but I want to eat your pussy on your sofa first." I just gasped. Here we were, on the sofa where I watched American Idol with my roommates, and my dad's tongue was slithering all over my wet pink lips. My panties weren't off - they were just pulled to the side, which felt dirtier. One of his hands fondled my tits through my chemise while the other gently caressed my flat little tummy. His tongue was making me gasp and I could barely breathe. "It's .... so.....good...Kellie....oh.....your....pussy...." he said. I was grinding my hips, gradually more and more, and soon he had to put his hands on my ass to hold me still enough to keep his tongue on my pussy. I felt like I was on the edge of cumming for the longest time, but that I wasn't going to get there. "I need fucking," was all I could say. As he lifted my petite frame off the couch easily, I could see the mess my wetness had left on the couch. But I was too horny to worry about it, and the next instant I was being tossed on my bed, my wrists were pinned down, and a very thick and rock-hard cock was inside my pussy, jackhammering me with long, quick strokes. I came all over his dick in about 90 seconds, and my orgasm made me almost black out. He was still fucking me, his balls slapping against me, getting really deep inside me, his big muscular frame all over my small little body. "You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy," I whispered. "Anything." "Oh, god," he said. "Anything," I repeated. "I want to fuck your dirty little mouth." "Yes, daddy." "Until I cum, Kellie." He pulled out and I got on my knees as he stood up on my bed. My mouth had to search out his bobbing cock, it was throbbing so much. The hot crown filled my mouth and I tasted a mix of pussy and precum. Soon he had a hand on the back of my head, and the other under my jaw. He began thrusting back and forth, and kept pretty good control to avoid gagging me, even though he seemed out of his mind with lust - I could feel it in the nervous jerk perceptible in his thrusts. A couple of times he shoved it really deep and I gagged a little, instinctively bracing my hands on his thighs to push him away. "Put your hands away," he said, surprising me completely with the dirtiness of the command. "Play with your pussy while I fuck your mouth." I gave him control of my mouth and he fucked it hard. I got used to it, but I could feel my eyes tearing up a little from the pressure. In a few minutes, he grunted, and held my head firmly in place, his dick really deep, and soon I felt spurt after spurt of warm sticky cum flood my mouth. He pulled out slowly, and I was panting. He held me, saying nothing. We drifted off for a short nap, and when I woke up an hour or so later, I just began licking his balls. He woke up, we had a hot 69, and then I sat on his dick and bounced and ground my hips until I came on his cock twice and he shot hot cum into my pussy. The room smelled like salty sweat, with a faint sense of tart lemon. It was such a hot morning - made even hotter by the fact that we had done all this sick stuff on my bed. The possibility - unlikely though it was - that my roommates could come home unexpectedly early made it all so much more intense. But they didn't come home. Daddy and I showered together, he took me out to lunch, and I sucked him off in the car before he had to drive home to arrive back at home at the usual time. * * * That's how things were for the rest of that semester. Daddy and I couldn't get together just anytime we wanted - but when we did find time alone, the clothes flew off urgently and the sex was intense. A couple of times he visited on some pretext of an "exchange of ideas" with his counterparts at my college -- visits that would require an overnight stay. Mom never questioned this. My visits home never needed an excuse, though once there, Dad and I would have to find time in the dead of night or make do in the car during a midday errand. Once or twice we'd fool around in the basement gym, but this was always limited to oral sex or mutual masturbation, since we couldn't afford to get too loud. In between visits, we communicated with each other - through fake Facebook accounts we created and which we used only on computers we didn't own. We were paranoid about any history being recorded of our -- affair? I didn't know what to call it. He would leave me messages like, "Thought about your pussy ALL DAY." Or, "Jerked eight -- EIGHT! -- times today." I'd write him back and tell him how wet my pussy was from his message, from thinking about him. I'd describe the sex life I enjoyed with my two current girlfriends, and the guys who hit on me and who I'd turn down -- because my pussy belonged to one dick. Life was good at this time. I was in peak physical shape thanks to Daddy's coaching and expertise about exercise and nutrition. I was getting all the sex I wanted, of all kinds. And I was getting it without any serious romantic relationships to take up my time and energy, so my grades were fantastic. I was so happy. We carried on this way until - I fell in love with a girl. (To Be Continued...)