Sexual affair between daddy and daughter, while mom was away cheating
The phone call had come out of the blue. When Amy had answered it, she'd thought it was probably her Uncle Thad. Instead, she'd found herself speaking to a member of the family whom she'd almost forgotten existed. "Know who this is, princess?" he asked. "D--daddy!" Amy stammered, automatically lowering her voice so her mother wouldn't overhear. "When did you get back in town. It's been--" "I know, three years--since the divorce," Vic Winslow sighed. "Guess I haven't been a father at all to you since then, but I'm ready to start making it up to you, honey. Could we get together?" "Don't know how mom'd like that," Amy muttered. "Please, baby? This is important to me. I'm finally starting to get myself back together, but it won't mean much if I can't see my girl. You were always so special to me." Her father's sincerity made it impossible for Amy to turn him down. So she'd agreed to meet him the next day after school at the motel where he was staying. And after she'd hung up, her mother asked her who'd called. Amy lied, saying that it was just somebody trying to sell something. That had been last night and now it was the afternoon of the following day. School was out, with Amy on her way to secretly meet her father.
As she rode the bus to his motel, she thought about how he'd so abruptly disappeared from her life after the divorce. Just some Christmas and birthday cards, that's all she'd heard from him since then. She'd missed him a lot when he first left, but time had seemed to heal the wounds of his absence. Now, though, her fond memories of him swirled in her head. She had always been his favorite and she could always wrap him around her finger. I can't blame mom for wanting to fuck Uncle Thad, Amy thought as the bus jogged along. But she should've treated daddy better than she did. Like she told me herself--just threw him away like a piece of old furniture. No wonder he started drinking so much and just hit the road. Then Amy looked up and saw that it was her stop. She got off the bus and walked the half-block to the motel where her father was staying. She was surprised to see that it was such an expensive one. And when she found the right room, there was a sleek new car parked in front of it. At the door, she braced herself. "Well, this is it. Hope it works out." She knocked. The door opened. And there he was, looking great. He was not the beaten man he'd been after the divorce, but a handsome six- footer in his prime. "Oh, baby," he said to Amy, grabbing her in his arms almost like they were long-lost lovers instead of father and daughter. He kissed her, on the mouth, hard. And, in his embrace, Amy suddenly felt something for him that she never had before. She couldn't help it, the kind of feeling that went straight to her excitable, young pussy. "Daddy is this really you?" she gasped when the lingering kiss was finally broken. "You sure seem like you've been doing all right. Like your old self--only even better. Is that your new car outside? "I've had some luck," Vic Winslow modestly said. "A lot of it, in fact, since I quit drinking a couple of years ago.
You remember those gadgets I used to putter around with in the garage? Well, I went to this outfit with some of my ideas, they gave me a shot, and now I'm vice-president in charge of research and development!" "Gee, that's fabulous, daddy, I'm so happy for you." "Bet the women are crawling all over you, huh? Big executive type like you are?" Again modest, Vic Winslow answered, "I do all right. But let's talk about you, princess. You're almost a woman yourself now, aren't you? A real heart-breaker too, I'll bet. The boys must be standing in line for you." "Well, uh," Amy self-consciously murmured, noticing the way her father almost seemed to be undressing her with his eyes, "I guess you could say I'm doing all right myself." "Those boys, though," Vic said with fatherly concern after studying Amy some more, "they're not ... you're not ... no funny business, is there, baby?" Amy flinched as she realized that he must want to know if she was still cherry. This, along with the way he kept looking at her, put pins and needles in her cunt. "Well? You didn't answer my question," he persisted. "Uh, aren't you getting kinda personal, Daddy?" Amy gulped. "I'm your father," Vic said. "Have a right to know if my little girl is still a good girl." "But like you told me before, I'm not just a little girl anymore," Amy answered. "Then?" her father anxiously asked. "Just what you're thinking, Daddy," Amy sighed, deciding to take a stand. "No, I'm not a virgin anymore." "And?" "My God, Daddy, what do you want me to do, give you all the details?" Amy blurted out in frustration. "Maybe I'd better go." "No ... please don't leave, honey," Vic said. "I'm sorry I got out of line. Just that it's so hard for me to think of you ... that way." But, as she looked down to avoid his accusing gaze, Amy saw that her father was a liar. It wasn't hard for him to picture her getting fucked at all. Unless, that is, it had to do with the kind of "hard" that was bulging at his crotch. And now as she noticed the telltale mound below his belt, Amy was reminded of the effect on her pussy when her father had hugged and kissed her.
A feeling that had distracted her ever since. Could something be happening between them that was the same as with the other members of her family? "Daddy," she heard herself say, "please don't think I'm just another cheap tramp. A guy has to be somebody really special for me to ..." "Yes?" "Fuck him," Amy dared to reveal, staring as she did directly at her father's swollen crotch. "H--how special, princess?" "Someone I love," Amy panted, feeling pussy juice trickle down her inner thighs. "Daddy ... the way I love you. Love you ... like this, Daddy." She had made her decision. She knelt before him. Her father just stood there in a kind of trance as she unzipped his fly. "Stop me if this isn't what you want, Daddy," she said as she reached into his pants for his cock. "God help me, but I couldn't stop you now, princess, if my life depended on it," Vic Winslow breathlessly rasped. Then Amy had grasped his rigid cock and pulled it out into the open, the cock that had originally spurted the cum into her mother's cunt to give her life. And as soon as Amy saw how her father was hung, her own cunt reacted with an immediate climax without even being touched. "Ooooh, daddy, if ever there was that somebody special for me, you're him. I'm going to suck and fuck your beautiful, big cock better than it's ever been sucked and fucked before. Feel like I was born to suck and fuck you," Amy whispered. She closed her soft lips around her father's chunky cockhead, then began slurping down the thick, long shaft. In turn, he put his hands on her head, guiding her suction.
By the time she'd deep-throated him, his hips were rolling and he was fucking her in the mouth. "Never thought anything like this'd ever happen," Vic Winslow moaned. "But I'd be a damned liar if I claimed I hadn't wished it somehow would some day. Ever since you were old enough to crawl up in my lap, angel, you've made your daddy's cock hard." And hearing this, Amy just wished she'd known then what she knew now. Oh, she thought, what she'd give to be able to go back to when she was a little girl so she could play with daddy's stiff, throbbing cock. How huge it would have seemed in her tiny fingers then. But that was nothing compared to how it would have felt plunging down her throat or into her cunt. But, thank God, better late than never. She'd make it up to both her father and herself now. "It took a while," she said, temporarily interrupting the blow-job, "but I'm finally what we both want me to be. I'm daddy's little cock- sucker at last. And even more I make you come in my mouth and I've swallowed all your jizz." "Then you're ready, sweetheart?" Vic Winslow anxiously replied. "Ready for your old dad to shoot it?"
Amy answered by deep-throating his big cock to his balls, which she squeezed to prime the pump. Her father's crotch ground against her face, then the creamy good were delivered in a spurting torrent. Having expected plenty of cum, but not this much, Amy had to be at her thirstiest to gulp it down as fast as it gushed. But she was up to the task. She claimed every drop, including the dregs after her father's climax had slowed to a dribble and she milked his balls completely dry by nursing on the fat nipple of his oozing cockhead. "Won't ask where you learned how to suck like that," Vic Winslow sighed when he was drained. "Don't want to spoil a blow-job that good by getting jealous." "Daddy," Amy gurgled, releasing her mouthful of sticky meat, "it doesn't make any difference about the other cocks I've sucked. Believe me that if you'd let me go down on yours even when I was only a little kid, I'd have sucked you off as good and deep as I did now. Some things a girl's just born to do, that's all, no matter how young she is." "Ah, maybe so. Just sorry I didn't do anything about it back then," Vic said. "You were such a pretty, thing. In some ways you'll always be that age in my mind, baby, no matter how old you get." Hearing her father fondly dwell on her girl-hood suddenly gave Amy an idea she couldn't resist. One of those things that was just far-out enough so it couldn't miss.
"Wait right here, Daddy," she excitedly said. "There's something I have to do." Jumping up, Amy sighted the bathroom door and scampered there. Inside, she looked around and quickly found what she needed to carry out her kinky plan-her father's shaving kit. Stripping quickly, she then lathered her crotch and began scraping the razor across the patch of foam. By the time the suds were gone, her pussy was shaved as smooth as a baby's bottom. Inspecting her bald cunt in the mirror, she noted, "Mmmmm, I look at least half my age. Except for my tits. But ..." She'd spotted one of her father's undershirts nearby. When she slipped it on it was more than baggy enough to conceal the rise of her tits and make her appear as flat-chested as a little girl. "Talk about perfect!" she said, praising the youthful accuracy of her transformed appearance. "Damn, if I don't look like my own kid-sister." "Amy, honey, what're you doing in there with yourself, anyway?" her father called. "Close your eyes, Daddy," Amy called back. "And get set to have your mind blown." Satisfied then that her father was playing along, Amy left the bathroom. She had closed the distance between him and her when she spoke again, reaching back in time to recapture a little girl's high- pitched voice. "You can look now, Daddy," she squeaked.
And, as her father opened his eyes, Amy lifted the t-shirt that fell below her waist. And there it was, a cunt so slickly smooth that it could have passed for being ten years younger than it really was. "Jesus!" Vic Winslow gasped. "Sweetest thing I've ever seen!" "Not as sweet as it tastes, Daddy," lilted Amy. Then she cradled her father's head in her hands and he dropped to his knees. From there Amy brought his face flush with her bald cunt. The lips of his mouth sealed her pussy lips, and his tongue shot like an oral hard-on within her juicy pussy. "Mmmmmmmm, Daddy, it's super," Amy moaned, grinding her crotch against his features. "Hope it tastes as good to you as it feels to me." Vic Winslow gurgled with agreement between his daughter's legs. Then he was quickly slobbering from the chin, as she came in his mouth. "When I get started like this," Amy swooned, "just can't stop. Want my pussy to get wetter and wetter and ... oooh, I can't help myself, Daddy! Have to do more than just come in your mouth." Wetter than simply a climax could make her pussy was right. For Amy had just pissed along with coming.
And with the liquid gold pouring down his throat, Vic Winslow was even thirstier for her cunt's discharge than before, now that it was gushing instead of oozing. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Amy squealed with runaway joy. "Suck, suck, suck! Suck all the coming piss out of my sloppy pussy! Yes, yes! And fuck me with your tongue at the same time. Make me so hot I can't stand it!" Her bucking loins putting rubber bands in her legs, Amy lost her balance and slumped to the floor. Her father didn't miss a slurping tongue-thrust in her pussy, though, hunching over her crotch like he was trying to eat right through her. "Told you I wouldn't be able to stand it, Daddy!" But next she added that what she couldn't stand was just getting sucked when she was ready for something more than only a pussyful of her father's tongue. "Cock ... cock ... cock," she rasped. "Your cock in my cunt, Daddy. Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me! She'd spread her legs even farther apart. She'd fingered her hairless pussy lips wide open. But her father not only didn't take the plunge right away, he stood up. Then he begin to strip, so he would be naked instead of just with his cock jutting from his open fly. "This is more than just a quickie, princess. Least I hope it is," he said. "Wanna come at you with everything I've got. Not a stitch on and nothing held back. You get all of me, for better or worse. So you can make up your mind the first time I fuck you if this is how you want to be fucked from now on." What, Amy wondered, could he me an? If he hadn't been her father, it would have almost been as if he were proposing to her. But she was far too horny at this point to wait for him to clear it up.
"Just fuck me, Daddy!" she said impatiently. "That's all that matters right now." "Yeah!" Vic Winslow agreed that the time for action rather than words was at hand, his eyes and cock trained on his daughter's hairlessly yawning cunt. And back down to his knees he dropped, bringing the head of his prick to the flaring oval of Amy's pussy lips. Then, after setting his hips, he bucked his crotch with all his strength. His cock became a dagger, stabbing to the hilt in the wound of his daughter's pussy. She pushed back in return, then wrapped her legs around his waist to rock him in the cradle of her thighs. "Mmmmmm, it's only just started," Amy gusted, "but already I know as sure as your cock's in my cunt that this is the best fuck of my fife. Can't think of how anybody could fuck me any better than you are, Daddy!" "Let me finish before you make up your mind," father answered daughter. "I want you to be absolutely positive." "Have it your way, Daddy. I'm already sure but you won't catch me arguing with more of your hard, fucking cock in my cunt." Vic poured it on, his hard-on tugging his daughter's pussy lips in and out of her cunt gash with its pumping strokes. Then he lifted up the baggy t-shirt she wore and gazed down on her tits. "Ahhh, your cunt's like a girl's, but your tits are as ripe as any woman's," Vic said with lusty approval. "Like you're half and half. Half girl and half woman. Best of both for your old man." "Oh, Daddy, you say all the right things," Amy sang out. "So suck 'em. Suck my big-girl titties while your cock fucks my l-girl pussy." She pushed her mounds together, drawing the plump, pink nipples side by side. Her father was able to take them both in his mouth at the same time when he lowered his face, his suction sending vibrations straight between Amy's legs as always happened when something wonderful happened to her tits. But they weren't the only part of her hot, young body directly wired to her cunt. And she wanted it all. "One place else you've got to do me, too, Daddy," Amy told her father. "Just a finger'll work. Straight up my asshole." Vic reached down between the cheeks of her butt and probed her asspucker. He used not just one finger, though, but a pair, which were curled at the knuckles like the head of a cock. "Oh, Daddy! Fantastic!" Amy cried. "It's like you're butt-fucking me with another cock to go along with the one already in my pussy! Now just feel me come!" Her naked body bucked and writhed in an instant orgasmic frenzy. In response her father did it all to keep her climaxing, knuckle-fucking her asshole, chewing her tits--and, most of all, jack-hammering his huge cock in her tight, spasming cunt. "Daddy, you have to come too, now, Amy demanded.
"That's all there is to it! Make it perfect for me with the best cuntful of jizz I'll ever get!" Her father had always given her what she asked for when he was in her life before, and now that he had returned he was no different. Only this time, instead of a new toy or a new dress, it was a spurting torrent of hot, thick cum. "Daddy, I'm more sure than ever!" Amy cried with ecstasy as her cunt was swamped. "Nobody will ever be able to fuck me the way you can. Not- -" She was ready to name names. But her father stopped her. "No!" Vic Winslow said. "I don't want to know about the others. If I can't have you all to myself, then I'm gone again. Forget about them or this is the last time you'll ever see me. Only time I'll ever fuck you." "But, Daddy, I couldn't stand to lose you." "Then choose--me or them. That's the way it has to be, princess." "B--but ..." "Leave with me now," father told daughter, his cock having spilled all of its cream, yet remaining rock-solid so it throbbed in her fucked cunt with every word he spoke. "I have all the money we need and nobody will know who you are once we're out of this town, in another state. Vic Winslow can have a pretty, young bride, can't he? "Oh, Daddy, it sounds wonderful, except--" Amy stopped short. She'd been about to ask what the rest of the family would think if she left home. But then she realized that a more golden opportunity would never come along to get out from under her mother's shadow--something she'd already known had to happen sooner or later anyway. And with her gone, her mother would be, able to fuck both Stevie and Uncle Thad without having to share their cocks anymore. Really, Amy thought, that would be the best thing for all concerned.
But this wasn't what finally made up Amy's mind. Nor was it simply her cunt doing her thinking for her now that it had been filled with her father's cock and cum. No, it was more than just the promise of sexual freedom in combination with the continued lure of incest. So what made Amy's heart and pussy beat as one? What every girl waits for. The arrival of her most romantic fantasy-come-true-Mr. Right. And when he was your dad as well as your stud-service and knight in shining armor, you'd just bought a one-way ticket to heaven on earth. Therefore, with no further doubt, Amy cried, "Yes, Daddy, yes! All I want is you as long as all you want is me! As soon as we're over the state line I'll call home and tell mom as much of the truth as she needs to know--that I've eloped with the man of my dreams!" Within an hour they were on the road, on their way to a new life together. And although Amy felt like a bride on her honeymoon, there was no way she'd ever let herself forget that she was still her father's daughter. For any girl could find herself a husband, but to put your cunt's claim on daddy's cock made you ... well, who else but Amy Winslow!