Tara's Gift Part-2

Tara's Gift Part-2

Tara and Daddy get more comfortable with her strange gift

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

(Author's note: This series was inspired by a Lit reader who sent me Feedback and confided her Daddy-fantasy to me. Thank you for the gift!)

Part-2:

After their shared shower, which included thoroughly washing each other's bodies but not any additional sex, sleep didn't come easily to either Tara or Tim. Tim was still conflicted about having sex with his daughter, but God, it was so wonderful! It brought him back to when he and Tara's mother had started dating and discovering the exciting world of sex beyond missionary-style. And he and she had fantasized about their daughter being in bed with them. That sort of gave him permission and made it okay, didn't it?

He even wondered if Sheila's spirit was somehow responsible for the transfer of the nasty, taboo thoughts in his head into their daughters to encourage the intimacy between them, and she was looking down on it and enjoying it. He dismissed that as wishful thinking, but it was really no more bizarre than the fact that his daughter was able to somehow see his thoughts in the first place.

Tara, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit conflicted. What kept her awake was imagining all the wonderful things she would be able to do with her father now that the taboo-line had been crossed.

***

The next morning, knowing that her father's alarm went off at 7:00, Tara tiptoed into his room at 6:58 to wake him up by sucking his squishy dick into her mouth, getting it hard, and giving him a good-morning blowjob.

But she was surprised to see the sheet over his naked body already tented with his erection. She smiled as she imagined him having a dream about her. Unlike his waking thoughts, she couldn't "see" his dreams. She'd have been disappointed to know it was just a case of "morning wood," but she had never woken up next to a man before, so it wasn't something she even knew happened.

She turned off his alarm and then, hoping to morph his dream into reality, she eased his sheet back to expose his boner, then leaned down and slid her lips down over it.

He awoke with a start, shoved her back, and yelled, "Shit! Get away! Get away!"

Startled and confused, she looked at him as he shook his head and blinked to become fully awake. "Sorry, Daddy," she said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought you might like to wake up to a blowjob rather than your alarm."

"Yeah," he said as his pulse rate came back down, "that might normally be the case except in the dream I was having I was being chased by a dog that suddenly latched onto my dick... which I didn't even know was sticking out of my pants."

She laughed and repeated, "Sorry, Daddy. I can't see your dreams the way I do your thoughts, so I didn't know." She crawled onto the bed, and said, "So, now that you're awake and the dog is gone, do you want that wake-up blowjob?"

"No, actually," he replied as he slid off the bed. "I really have to pee."

She followed him into the bathroom and hopped up on the vanity to watch as he stood and relieved himself into the toilet. It was the first time she had ever watched a guy pee. She was surprised at the force of the yellow stream and at how long it lasted.

Then suddenly, an image popped into her head of a young version of her mother on her knees in the shower, getting soaked by a stream of pee. "Holy shit!" Tara said. "Did you used to pee on Mom?" Then the image vanished.

Tim threw his head back in exasperation and said, "We have got to do something about this invasion of privacy with you reading my mind all the time. Maybe another knock in the head like they do to cure amnesia in the movies."

"Sorry," she said. "I don't think it's something I can control. But I don't think the knock in the head is a good idea."

"I was only joking with that," he said as his yellow stream finally began to taper off. "Maybe if I wear an aluminum-foil hat."

"We'll see if we can come up with something," she said. "But in the meantime, you haven't answered me about peeing on Mom."

Shaking the last few drops from his pecker, he gave a resigned sigh, and said, "Yes. Your Mom and I tried golden showers a few times back when we were young. We tried a lot of things. And yes, before you ask, I will pee on you, but not this morning. I have a meeting first thing, and I can't be late for work."

She giggled as she slid off the vanity, and said, "Oh, you think you know me so well! But yes, I do want to see what a golden shower feels like."

He pulled her into an embrace, and as he kissed her, his boner grew, pressing against her leg. He wondered again if--along with her weird mind-reading ability--their daughter had somehow also begun to channel the kinky spirit of her mother. He kind of hoped so; he sure did miss her.

When they broke the kiss, Tara dropped to her knees to take her father's resurrecting dick in her mouth. She was quite curious to see how she would feel tasting the last drop or two of pee from his cock.

But Tim grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back upright before she could get her lips on his dick. He turned her toward the door, gave her a swat on the ass, and said, "Go get ready for school."

"Are you sure?" she said as she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and turned back to face him with a mischievous grin and naked tits.

But he just kept her turn going until she was once again facing the door, and landed a much harder slap on her now-naked ass. "And we'll discuss what to do about your behavior when I get home!" he added in mock sternness.

As she walked out, she rubbed the just-smacked spot on her ass-cheek, surprised at the pleasantness of its burn and the tingle it seemed to send to her pussy. "Just discuss?" she said. "I think actions speak louder than words."

***

During lunch at school, Tara couldn't wait to tell Ashley that she had finally crossed the line with her father.

"Did you fuck his FILF brains out?" Ashley asked excitedly, actually reaching down to rub her pussy through her pants.

Tara had to think about that for a moment, but then answered, "Actually, no. We didn't end up fucking at all, now that you mention it. I went into his room, started to give him a blowjob, then he fucked my mouth--and my throat!--until he was ready to blow his load and then he jerked off in my mouth. While he was doing that my pussy was so ready to explode that I barely touched it and I blew about a gallon of cunt-juice down my legs. Then we kissed and shared his hot, fresh cum and I leaked even more."

"Holy shit, girl! That's almost better than fucking! Wow!" Ashley said. "I would let your dad blow his load in my mouth any day of the week! You lucky bitch! So, you are going to fuck him though, right? That wasn't some one-time get-it-out-of-your-systems thing, I hope to God!"

"Tonight, I hope," Tara answered. "I can't wait to feel his stiff Daddy-cock in my pussy!"

"Oh, man! This is so awesome that you're telling me about it!" Ashley said. "My pussy is tingling in my pants!" Then a thought struck her, and she said, "Hey! Set your phone up on a dresser or a shelf or something, record it when you fuck him, and then you can show me not just tell me what you did!"

Tara laughed and said, "Yeah, right! My Dad would kill me if he knew I was even telling anyone this."

"What's he going to do, spank you?" Ashley countered.

Tara laughed and replied, "I hope so! He smacked my bare ass pretty hard this morning and I couldn't believe how much I liked it. The sting in my ass-cheek went right to my pussy and lit it on frigging fire! I think I even felt it in my nipples. Does your dad ever spank you?"

"No," Ashley said, "but I'll bet I could talk him into it!" She chuckled and added, "I'll bet I could get him to pay me to let him spank me."

***

After school, Tara forced herself to stay focused enough to get her homework done and out of the way, and was in the kitchen making dinner--just leftovers--when her father got home. She was wearing a light sundress with no bra but with a pair of pink cotton underwear. And he was only wearing those to absorb the arousal-juice that was keeping her pussy-lips continually wet.

"Hi Daddy!" she said as she hugged him and gave him a kiss. She tried to channel his thoughts, hoping they'd be about her, but found them to be kind of a jumbled mess of seemingly disjointed images.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" she asked.

"Can you see what I'm thinking right now?" he asked.

"No," she said. "Well, yes, but nothing that makes any sense."

"Good," he said, "then apparently, I can control this somewhat. I just need to force myself to think jumbled thoughts."

She put on a theatrical pout, and said, "You don't like thinking about me anymore?"

"Of course I do," he replied, giving her a quick kiss. "It's just good to know I can turn off the transmitter if I feel the need."

They broke the embrace, and he sat down at the table. As she put the chicken in the air-fryer, he asked, "So, um, how far away can you read my thoughts, anyway?"

"Twenty or thirty feet, I guess," she said. "Pretty much anywhere in the house. But the closer we are, the better the signal." She turned, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Why? Were you thinking of me at work?"

"Yeah," he said. "Tune in on this," and then he closed his eyes and brought up the images that had played in his head during the boring meeting with customers that afternoon.

In her mind's eye, Tara saw herself on her back, naked, and lying on a conference-room table with half a dozen men around her, all naked, as well, and each with a raging hard on.

Her ass was near the end of the table and one man was bent over licking her pussy while he poked a finger up her cunt. Another man was kneeling on the table feeding his cock into her mouth while she stroked a boner in each hand. Another guy was stretched over the table mauling and sucking on her little-girl tits. Then, in the background, she saw her father jerking off while the group of strange men--presumably the customers--enjoyed his daughter like a fuck-toy.

Then suddenly, the image vanished from her head as her father forced it from his.

"Hey!" she said. "Turn that back on! I wanted to see where that was going."

"The short version is that they all took turns fucking your mouth and your pussy while I stood jerking off and encouraging them to blow their loads all over your gorgeous, young body."

She laughed and said, "Well, I hope you got the contract after all that!"

"We did, actually," he said. With a chuckle, he added, "I had to wonder if some of those men were reading my mind the way you do." Then, in a more serious tone, he went on, "Look, I want you to know that stuff like that, if you ever see it in my head, is just crazy fantasies based on porn movies that I've watched. I don't really think of you as some slut to be used by horny old men as a sexual plaything. I love and respect you, sweetheart. I hope you know that."

"I do, Daddy," she said. "I trust that you'd never do anything to hurt me... well, except in a good way, but that's different. And you'd sure never let anyone else hurt me, for sure! I get that they're just fantasies with your little girl as the star. At first it shocked me and kind of insulted me that you'd think of me that way but now it makes me horny as hell to see myself as the center of all that sexual attention."

Her comment about not hurting her except in a good way struck a cord with him, and he said, "So, um, when I smacked your bare ass this morning in the bathroom, was that hurting you in a good way?"

She smiled and answered, "Oh shit, yeah! Jake never did anything like that with me, and I was surprised at how good pain could feel. It made my pussy and even my nipples tingle. Does everyone like getting their ass slapped or am I weird?"

"Your mother liked a good spanking," he replied. "I like a sharp ass-smack when I'm getting read to cum, too, so maybe it's in your DNA. Come to think of it, it was a pretty common thing in our swingers group to slap one another's asses. So, no, I don't think you're weird." He smiled and added, "I think you're just right."

He looked past her at the timer on the air-fryer, and said, "Just enough time." He then motioned for her to come to him as he turned his chair out from under the table. He took her hand and guided her to lie across his lap. She smiled and her pussy tingled in anticipation of what she knew was coming.

"It seems to me," he said, "that you were never suitably punished for breaking that dish in the sink the other day."

"I said I was sorry!" she responded, playing along as she put her hands protectively over her ass.

He took her hands and pulled them up to the middle of her back, where he held her wrists together with one of his big hands. "Well, sorry doesn't put the plate back together, does it?" he said in mock sternness. Then he brought his other hand down on her right ass-cheek.

The slap was through her sundress and her panties, but her body still reflexively jumped and she let out small yelp and tightened her ass muscles. Then the spot of dull pain bore a line to her pussy, and she relaxed in anticipation of a slap on the other cheek. Playing along, though, she said, "Please, Daddy! I'll be more careful from now on. I've learned my lesson!"

"Well, let's just make sure you don't forget it!" he said and flipped her dress up onto her back. Then he took hold of the waistband of her panties and yanked them down leaving them bunched right below the curve of her lovely, young ass.

His actions were so quick and seemingly aggressive that they startled Tara, and she flinched again and retightened his ass muscles.

"Don't you try to pull away from me!" he said in his role of the stern, dominating father. Then he brought his hand down on her now-naked ass.

From the movement of his body and even from the sound Tara knew the blow was coming, but he surprised her by not switching cheeks and landing the stinging slap right on top of the already-burning spot on her right cheek.

The instantaneous pain shot to a ten, but so did the bolt of electricity that it sent deep into her cunt. "Fuck!" she screamed at both the searing pain burrowing in to her ass-cheek and the ball of fire growing in her cunt.

"We'll not have such language in this house, young lady!" he mock scolded her and brought his hand down again. But this time he landed the sharp slap on her "virgin" cheek.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned despite his admonition about language. She was almost dizzy from the stereoscopic burns in her ass and their combined effect deep inside her cunt where her orgasms formed. Her orgasms always started to build with pussy-play; this one was forming from the inside out!

"Oh, shit, Daddy," she said, abandoning the role playing, "how can anything that hurts so much feel so frigging good?"

He ran his hand gently over the reddening spots on her smooth ass, and said, "I know, right? One of life's--one of sex's--wonderful paradoxes." Then he drew his fingernails across the tender spots, and asked, "You want to continue?"

"Oh fuck, yeah!" she said without hesitation.

He gave her a fingers-only slap on the more tender of the two spots, and teased, "Mind your language, young lady!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she said in playful defiance.

He laughed and said, "Well, that tears it! Stand up and take your clothes off!"

Within seconds, her sundress was off over her head and lying on the floor, and her panties were kicked in the other direction. It took Tim a little longer to get his shirt, pants, and shoes off, but with his daughter's help, he was equally naked in less than half a minute.

He sat back down and pulled her naked body across his lap, forcing his boner down between his legs with her belly. With an arm across her, unnecessarily holding her in place, he brought his hand down in a quick series of slaps that alternated between her ass-cheeks.

The tender spots from his previous smacks, which had settled into a sort of pleasant burn, came back to searing life and the ball of fire deep in her cunt, which had dulled to a smolder, reignited like it was sprayed with gasoline. "Oh, holy shit!" she moaned as she hung her head and let the weird pain/pleasure wash over her entire body. "God! Jake never did anything like this to me!"

"Well, I used to do it with your mother all the time," he said. He landed another crisp slap on top of one of the tender hot-spots, and said, "A good spanking kept her in line... and lit her cunt on fire!" he added with a chuckle.

"I know the feeling!" Tara said.

"Do you?" he asked as he reach his arm over her back and pushed it under her, between her body and his legs. He rotated his hand up, cupped her pussy, and felt that she was drenched. He rubbed his palm up and down against her pussy-lips as he slapped each tender cheek a few more times.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she groaned feeling almost faint from the incredible sexual pleasure being derived from scorching pain.

To return the favor of his hand rubbing her burning cunt, she reached under between his legs and got hold of his raging boner. But all she could reach in her awkward position was his knob, which like her pussy, was drenched with pre-cum. She slathered the slippery juice all over her palm and began squeezing, kneading, and rubbing his cock-head.

But he surprised her by grabbing her arm with his spanking hand and pulling her fist off his dick. "You just leave that alone, young lady!" he mock-scolded her. "You'll take care of that when I'm good and through with your ass!"

He crooked the middle finger of the hand at her pussy and slipped it into her cunt-hole as he landed a series of slaps on alternating cheeks. As he spanked, he wiggled his finger around inside her pussy.

"Oh, fu-uu-uu-uck!" she cried as her cunt tightened around her father's finger and erupted, drenching her crotch, his fist, her legs, and even running onto his legs. As soon as he felt her orgasm start, he stopped spanking and switched to digging his fingernails across the tender glowing patches on her ass-cheeks while still wiggle-frigging her gushing her pussy. Her mother loved that!

It may not have been the most intense orgasm Tara ever had--she had had some beauties with Jake--but it was the most glorious she'd ever had without a stiff cock filling her cunt.

Tim knew he could probably coax a lot more cum from her cunt, especially if he turned her over and put her on the table so he could get better hand--and face--access to her pussy, but he wanted to leave her a bit hungry; happy but not completely satisfied.

He pushed her off his legs and into a kneeling position on the floor. He stood up and with his aching, drooling boner sticking straight out in her face, he grabbed a fistful of her hair at the back of her head.

"Now, you're going to take care of my cock!" he told her. With one fist around the base of his cock, he pulled her forward and shoved her mouth over his drooling dick. Using her hair as a handle, he pushed and pulled her head, "forcing" her to give him a wet, sucking blowjob. There was no force involved at all, of course, because she'd have happily continued her bobbing, mouth-fuck blowjob even if he put his hands behind his back. In fact, he'd have had a hard time stopping her!

Then, on his next push of her head down his dick, he pulled his hand from its base and pulled his daughter's head all the way forward, driving his cock down her throat and her nose into his belly. He held her there and rocked his hips, cramming every bit of his dick that there was into her mouth and throat.

"That's what happens when you use foul language in this house!" he taunted her. Then he pulled her head back quickly, disengaging her from his dick and letting her breathe.

With watering eyes and slobber running down her chin, she smiled up at him and said, in reply to his taunt, "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

"Well, you asked for it little wiseass!" he said and pulled her mouth back onto his cock. Holding her head between both his hands, he fucked her mouth vigorously, with frequent jabs into her throat.

At one of the few moments when his dick was all the way out of her mouth, she said quickly, "Remember, don't cum down my throat! Shoot in my mouth!"

"Don't tell your father how he should face-fuck his daughter!" he pretended to reprimand her and slapped her cheek with his wet cock. "Just for that, I'm not going to do either!" He pushed his cock back into her mouth and down her throat, and as he held her face pinned to his belly, he went on, "I'm going to jerk off all over your face! How do you like that?"

With a throat full of fat cock all she could do was murmur some kind of "Oh, yes!" as she recalled the image she watched in his head when he had fantasized doing that to her a couple of days ago. Her pussy leaked in anticipation of feeling his hot splooge splatter against her face.

He fucked her mouth even more furiously, including throat-fucks that had her saliva and the slick juices that his cock dredged up from her throat running down her chin. The orgasm that he had started building during his business meeting and had added to now that he was home was boiling to a crescendo that he wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer.

He took a handful of his daughter's hair on the top of her head to--unnecessarily--hold her in place as he pulled his cock from her mouth and began to jerk off with the other hand. "Keep your sweet mouth closed!" he commanded her. "This is for your face!"

Tara was fascinated. She had never watched a man jerk off before. Jake had always blown his load while fucking her pussy or her mouth, and even last night when her father stroked the exposed length of his dick to orgasm while she had his knob in her mouth it was too close to her face to really see it well. She'd "seen" him whack off in the images she got from his head, but that wasn't the same; this was real!

With the slippery juices from her mouth and throat as a lubricant, Tim's fist flew in a blur up and down his stiff cock just inches in front of his daughter's face. He began to moan and hunch over slightly as his strokes became shorter and faster and concentrated on his cock-head and the inch or so behind it. He was obviously getting ready to blow his load, and she tightened her lips. But unsure of where his jism might land, she squinted her eyes almost shut as well. She wished she were wearing glasses like Ashley wore so she could see every squirt clearly.

But this was not Tim's first facial rodeo. Tara's mother enjoyed getting her face painted with hot cum, and enjoyed watching it too, so he had learned to direct his squirts away from her eyes. Noticing Tara's eyes were nearly shut, he commanded her, "Open your eyes and watch Daddy's fat cock cum in your face!"

She opened them but as he continued to beat his cock, aiming it all over the place, she readied herself to slam them shut if necessary.

Then he tightened the grip in her hair and she heart him growl, "Oh shit!" and he froze with his unmoving-fist wrapped tightly around his cock aiming it directly at her closed lips. But nothing happened. It didn't squirt.

She was about to ask if something was wrong when he let out a deep grunt, and she saw his cock-head swell. A split-second later, she watched his pee-hole expand and a jet of thick, white cum shot out of it directly against her lips. But even though she knew it was coming, his first shot hit her lips with such impact that she flinched and jerked her head back so the second half of the long first-squirt went up one nostril.

She instinctively snorted it back out as he moved his cock a fraction to one side and blew his second shot across her cheek. Then he went back to jerking off to coax the rest of his built-up cum from his balls, but he took careful aim with each string of splooge, and by the time he was squeezing the last drop of jism from his dick and wiping it on her nose, every part of her face except her eyes was dripping with cum.

Panting and catching his breath, he took a step back and dropped himself heavily onto the kitchen chair. Tara stood up, smiled down at him, and with webs of his cum bridging her lips, she said, "Now I really feel like my Daddy's nasty little cum slut!" Then she bent down and kissed him while she twisted and turned her head to smear his jism across his face, as well.

At that moment, the air-fryer's timer went Ping! and they both laughed.

"I guess our time is up for this session," he joked.

When they returned from the bathroom with clean faces and other body parts a few minutes later, Tara slipped her sundress back over her otherwise naked body, and Tim got dressed as well--sans underwear--lest some unexpected guest show up at the door.

As they ate, Tara asked her father, "So, um, you're not a once-a-night guy are you?" She was thinking back to last night when he had said, not tonight to her invitation to fuck after he'd blown his load in her mouth.

"Not when I have some time to recover," he replied, remembering the same exchange. "And when it's not already late and I need to get up in the morning."

"Good!" she said with a wide smile. "I want you to make love to me tonight. We won't wait so long to get started."

He intentionally conjured an image in his mind of the two of them naked on his bed with her under him in a missionary position. In his mind's picture they kissed passionately while his thick boner was imbedded but unmoving, deep in her pussy. "Something like that?" he asked.

Her eyes twinkled as wetness dampened them, and she said, "Just like that! Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!"

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replied. "Thank you for breaking the ice so we can show each other just how much."

For the next two hours, they tried to be as normal as possible, doing the dishes, watching the news, and then some game show on TV. He tried to keep his thoughts off of what they were going to be doing later, and she did her part by trying not to read his thoughts. Then, they each took separate showers. Tara was afraid that things would get started too early if they were in there together washing each other's bodies. She wanted to go to bed with him.

Having gone second, when she came out of the bathroom with towel-dried wet hair and wearing nothing but a smile, he was already lying in the middle of his bed, naked and with a semi-erect dick. His head propped up on his pillow, he smiled back, and as he watched her walk toward him, his erection grew to full size and hardness before she reached the foot of the bed.

In an inversion of what he had imagined earlier in the kitchen, she crawled up across his naked body, pushing his cock down and pinning it between their bellies. As they kissed passionately, she ran her fingers through his hair, and he slid his fingertips delicately over her trim young body.

The lightness of his touch as he drew a line down the shallow depression of her spine caused a little shiver to run through her. He continued down into the valley between her ass-cheeks, but with a caress so soft that his touch barely separated them any more than they already were. Then his big hands and fingers spread out over both of her soft globes, and he held them gently. After a few moments, he began to move his hands in tiny circles, caressing her soft, smooth flesh. This was the love-making she'd been dreaming of.

Jake had never held her ass like that. He always grabbed her butt and mashed his fingers into the soft flesh of her cheeks. She liked Jake's aggressive manner but her father's delicate, loving touch on her ass was so different. And it was in such sharp contrast to the spanking her had given her earlier that she was actually a bit surprised at how arousing such a light touch could feel and it made her pussy leak.

As wonderful as it felt to lie atop her father's naked body, to be kissing him, and to feel his hands appreciatively caressing her soft flesh, when her pussy buzzed and dribbled, Tara couldn't resist the urge to move things along. While she wanted this night to last a long time, patience wasn't exactly one of her long suits. And especially not when it came to sex.

With her lips still locked onto her father's, Tara hunched her back and drew her hips along his body to where his erection popped up between her legs. She slid back, hoping that his cock would pug directly into her pussy, but those things only happened in erotic fiction and it glided up across her wet pussy-lips to stand straight up between her legs. Not that that was a bad thing, by any means!

The pressure against her burning cunt made it throb and release another mini-spurt of arousal juice, and she twerked her hips to cunt-stroke his boner and to make sure it was coated with her wetness from top to bottom.

Then, she hunched her back again moving her hips and pussy forward and reached back to press her father's dick down into alignment. When her fingers touched his cock-head and she felt how much pre-cum coated it, her pussy dribble yet again.

She inched her hips back, felt her father's slippery knob touch her inflamed pussy lips, and kept moving, but only for an inch or two. As soon as she felt his fat cock-head nuzzled inside the opening to her cunt and felt her pussy-lips close around its thick ridge, she stopped and held perfectly still. With the concentration of thousands of nerve-endings in the entrance to her pussy, the feeling of his knob filling it was exquisite and she felt like she wanted it to last for hours. She let out a most pleasant, "Mmm!" into his mouth as they continued their kiss.

He replied with, "Oh, my God!" into her mouth, and as much as his primal instincts told him to lift his ass up off the bed and drive his cock deep into his daughter's cunt, he was enjoying hell out of the torture of having just his knob engaged in her pussy.

Her patience once more quickly waning, Tara began to move her hips back, but ever so slowly so she could focus and concentrate on the fantastic feeling of her father's fat cock filling her pussy for the first time.

He, too, was taking great pleasure in her teasingly slow penetration, and only through great willpower did he refrain from grabbing her hips and pushing her cunt down over his cock.

With both of their bodies horizontal, she eventually reached a point moving backward where no more of his dick, bent over as it was, would go into her pussy. But she knew there was more of it.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position, and she lowered herself down until her ass was planted firmly on his legs. She then spread her legs a bit more and rotated her hips, sinking even farther until her pussy-lips were spread around the root of his cock and were being scratched by his pubic hair. Then, once again, she held perfectly still, letting the glorious feeling of her father's cock filling her cunt wash over and stimulate every part of her body.

She had done cowgirl on Jake's cock before, but his dick was a little longer than her father's and when it was pushed all the way in it bumped her cervix, and that was unpleasant for her. Her father's cock was exactly the right length to just fill every millimeter of her pussy and feel marvelous doing it.

Once again, his primitive sexual instincts told him to start shoving his ass up and down and fucking the hell out of her, but his intellect wisely told him to let her have control. It was a lesson he had learned early-on with Tara's mother, and he never regretted it.

Instead, he contented himself with sliding his hands gently along her legs and then over the twin orbs of her ass as she sat motionless atop him. As he looked up at her wonderful little-girl tits and their erect little nipples he ran his hands lightly up her sides until his thumbs touched the curve of her breasts. Then he rotated his big hands and nearly covered each of her tits, but he didn't squeeze them. Instead, while his other finger lay barely touching her smooth skin, he extended both index fingers and brushed them over the swollen nubs of her nipples.

She looked down at him through half-closed eyes and with the tiniest of grins as she basked in the most intense, whole-body feeling of sexual bliss that she had ever experienced. Afraid to make any outward movement for fear of breaking the magic of the moment, she nonetheless moved internally by contracting her pelvic-floor muscles in a Kegel-exercise squeeze. The increased tightness with which her cunt gripped her father's cock caused her to suck in her breath and then let it out in a soft, purring, "Mmm."

The sudden and unexpected tightening of his daughter's cunt around his engulfed cock was certainly not lost on Tim, and he breathed out, "Oh my God!" and he felt his ball-sack tighten. In a reciprocal response, he flexed his abdominal muscles and tried to expand his erection to whatever extent that was possible with one of the hardest hard-ons he'd ever had.

However much more blood Tim managed to force into his dick, it was enough for Tara to feel and she reacted by relaxing and then retightening her cunt muscles again. For the next full minute, they performed the weird, unmoving, muscle-fuck on each other, bringing one another ever closer to an orgasm.

With more control over the situation than her father had, Tara reached her trigger point first, and as her cunt contracted around her father's engorged cock and flooded it with her pussy-juice, she rocked her head back and with an open mouth exhaled a long, "Oh, God!"

It seemed to Tim that every muscle in his daughter's young body tensed as her cunt squeezed tightly around his cock. The feel, the sound, and even the smell of her juices gushing out of her pussy, along with her low, breathy moan pulled Tim's orgasm trigger and he felt his cum struggle its way up through his constricted urethra to finally escaped deep in his daughter's cunt. "Oh fuck!" he groaned as his cock throbbed time after time forcing his cum upstream into her flowing juices.

Tara felt her father's cock throb inside her cunt and could swear that she felt his cum squirting inside her. That triggered a second wave of cunt spasms and another gush of pussy juice. As she held herself upright concentrating on the incredible feeling inside her cunt, her whole body went tingly and she began to feel lightheaded. With his dick still buried deep inside her, she let herself back down to lay on his chest once more.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, resisting, once again, the urge to rock his hips and fuck her to pump the remaining cum from his balls. He was letting her control the action, but he had to admit that it felt incredible to just lie there connected to her in the most intimate way possible.

As she kissed him, he felt the contractions of her pussy subside, but then she replaced them with her Kegel-grip again. He had distinctly felt two waves of orgasm around his cock but she was apparently not done with it yet.

As she gave his slightly-softened dick a cunt squeeze, she broke their kiss, and said, "I want to do a sixty-nine. I want us to clean each other up. Is that okay?"

He would have been perfectly content to extend the tenderness of the afterglow moment, and was a little surprised that she didn't want to. But then he remembered how insatiable her mother could be even after multiple orgasms. This sexy little apple apparently didn't fall far from the mother-tree.

But he wasn't going to let her have her way quite that easily. "What do you mean, clean each other up?" he teased her. "Use your words, sweetheart."

She smiled at him, and said, "I want to suck my cunt-juice and your sticky cum off of your cock, Daddy! And I want you to put your face between my legs and your tongue up my pussy and suck your hot, fresh cream-pie cum right out of my just-fucked cunt! And when you do, I'm going to blow another load of pussy-juice into your mouth!"

"Oh," he joked. "I thought you meant with a washcloth or something. I like this plan much better!"

Squeezing her pelvic muscles a much as she could, she lifted off her father's dick and spun around quickly before his cum could leak out of her. She sat heavily on his face and released the tension in her cunt-muscles. She felt his tongue go up inside her, and she swiveled her hips to squash her pussy-lips all over his face while he licked and sucked.

She leaned over and took his not-quite-erect cock between her lips. After he came, it had started to soften inside her cunt, but then her dirty-talk started its resurrection. She was going to finish its rebirth with her mouth.

She opened her mouth wide and kept her tongue from touching her father's boner as she went down over it. She wanted to give him the enjoyment of plugging his cock-head directly into her throat, but she also wanted to get her lips around the root of his dick and into his curly pubes to suck out the combined juices that had leaked there as he had pumped his jism into her gushing cunt.

She lowered her head until his cock was buried down her throat and her lips were mashed into his gooey, wet pubic hair. Then she closed her mouth and lifted back up as she sucked and pressed her tongue along the length of his dick, pulling every bit of cum and pussy-juice off his boner as she went. When she cleared his knob, she closed her lips, swished her tongue around inside her mouth, and then swallowed hard. "Mmm! We taste good together!" she said.

When she had pushed her snug throat down over his cock, Tim mumbled into her cunt, "Oh, fuck!" When she had pulled her sucking lips up his dick and off his knob and then said, Mmm! We taste good together! he broke his cunt-suction just long enough to say, "Same here! A hot pussy-cum cocktail just never gets old! I used to love eating your Mom's fresh-fucked pussy no matter who fucked it!"

Tara began bobbing up and down his cock, following her lips with her fist, and occasionally letting go to take his whole boner into her mouth and throat.

At the other end, Tim lapped and sucked every bit of their combined juices from her pussy-lips and her soaked crotch. Then he went to work on her clit. Tongue-flicking it, sucking it between his lips, mashing it with his tongue and grating his tongue's rough surface across the super-sensitive nub. His daughter rewarded him with plenty of mews as she bobbed on his cock.

Then her mews turned into moans, and he knew she was going to have another orgasm. He squashed his face as tight against her pussy as he could, and he began to fuck her cunt-hole with his tongue.

Time was immaterial, but it didn't take long for Tara to lift her mouth off her father's cock, straighten up so she was sitting on his face, and rock her hips to add to his face-fuck. At the same time, she reached up and began pinching and pulling on her swollen nipples, yanking her small tits out into cones.

"Oh, shit!" she hollered as her cunt spasmed once again. "Eat your little girl's cunt, Daddy! Suck all that hot cum out of my pussy that you just squirted in there! Oh, fuck, yes!"

The first heavy gush from her pussy was almost too much for him to suck up and swallow, but he managed, and caught the unmistakable taste of pussy-juice mixed with guy-cum. As he had just told her, he had always loved cleaning out his wife's cream pie, and even did it in the swap group when it was someone else's fresh splooge he was tasting and swallowing.

As her orgasm wound down, she reached down, grabbed her father's stiff cock, and began jerking him off furiously. "My turn, again!" she said. "I want you to cum in my mouth again, Daddy! I want you to fuck my sucking mouth until you fill it with your hot salty cum! Only this time I'm going to swallow it all!"

With a cum-drenched face, he slid off the bed and as he stood beside it and took his dick in his hand, he said, "Sweetheart, I've already blown two orgasms tonight. I haven't had a three-fer in years, but I'll do what I can." He then arranged her so that she was on her back and her head was over the edge.

He moved up, put his cock-head between her lips, and let her suck and tongue-wash his knob for a little bit. Then he cradled her head in his hands and began fucking her mouth. Every once in a while he would shove his cock down her throat and leave his balls pressed against her nose for several gloriously long seconds.

On the second of his throat-fucks, he withdrew his dick all the way from her mouth, bent down, and kissed her slobbery lips, moaning into her mouth, "Oh fuck, I love you sweetheart! This is so wrong but it feels so fucking good!"

She managed a mumbled reply, "I wish Mommy could be here! She could eat my pussy while you fuck my mouth! How fucking great would that be?"

"Oh, baby!" he moaned and then stood back up, stuck his cock back in his daughter's mouth and resumed fucking her.

He was a little surprised at how quickly his third orgasm was building and as he fucked, he reached under and massaged his balls to encourage their release. Then, he grunted, "Oh, fuck, yeah! Suck my cum baby! Suck my hot cum and swallow it!"

Seconds later, his boner throbbed, his balls tightened, and a stream of jism squirted from his pee-hole into his daughter's mouth. It wasn't nearly as intense as his first two orgasms had been, and it actually made his balls ache, but it still felt--and looked--awesome to be blowing a load in his daughter's sweet mouth.

He backed away on slightly-weak legs, and she made a show of opening her mouth to show him the small pool of his splooge before she swallowed it.

A minute later, they were in a naked cuddle on the bed, and with her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest, she said, "I want to sleep here with you tonight, Daddy. Is that okay?"

He kissed her forehead, and said, "I have to warn you that I snore."

She kissed his cheek--still tasting of pussy-juice--and said, "I'll cope with it."

***

When he awoke the next morning, he was alone in his bed. As he sat up on the edge of it, Tara came into the room. She was as naked as he was; as naked as when they had gone to bed together.

"Been up long?" he asked her.

"I just got up too," she answered, "but from my own bed. I thought I was lying next to a chainsaw in here. How the heck did Mommy sleep with you?"

He laughed, and said, "I did warn you. Your Mom was a really sound sleeper and always fell asleep before me, but she also wore earplugs."

Tara looked down at her father's pecker, which lay limp between his legs. "No woody this morning?" she asked.

"It doesn't happen every morning," he answered. "I've never figured out why sometimes and not others."

"But do you have to pee?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "You promised, and it's Saturday, so we don't have to go anywhere."

They both stood up and wrapped their arms around one another--which caused his dick to start growing. After a quick kiss, he said in mock resignation, "Fine. If it will make you happy, I'll pee on you. Go put on your t-shirt; your Mom always thought it was kinkier and more fun with clothes on."

As she ran to get her shirt, he got the water running in the shower. When she came into the bathroom, she asked, "How am I going to tell if you're peeing on me under the water?"

He turned it off, and said, "That's for afterward. I just wanted to get it hot." They stepped into the shower, and she got on her knees in front of him.

"Are you going to... squirt my face?" she asked him, obviously having second thoughts about that.

"When urine comes out, it's perfectly sterile," he said, "so there's no worries about getting sick from it. But not everyone who likes golden showers likes them above the neck, so that's your call."

"Did Mom?" Tara asked.

He smiled and said, "Your Mom was so kinky she'd even open her mouth for it."

"Ewe!" she said. "Let's just keep it from the neck down, okay? At least the first time."

Even with a full bladder, it took Tim a moment to relax enough to get his stream started, standing there in front of his daughter in her submissive pose. But when it did come out, it was like a small fire hose. Moving his dick just a tiny bit he was able to direct the powerful stream from one of Tara's tits to the other and back again.

With clenched lips, Tara watched her father's dick-head waiting for the stream to start. When it did and it first hit her, its impact was absorbed by her t-shirt, but a second later, the thin cotton was soaked and plastered tightly against her tit and she was able to feel the force of his pee as well as its surprising heat.

With both of her tits soaked and visible through the now-sheer fabric, her father aimed his powerful stream right against one of her nipples. She had never felt anything quite like that and her pussy lit up even as her father's pee was running off of it. She turned her body to get the stream to splatter her other nipple, increasing the tingle between her legs.

As if he was sensing her arousal, he directed his pee downward, and after soaking her belly button through her shirt, he told her, "Lift up your shirt. Lean back so I can hit your pussy."

She did as she was told, but added to his instruction by reaching down and pulling her pussy-lips apart. When his hot pee smacked against her exposed clit, she groaned, "Oh, holy fuck!" Then she rotated her hips enough to get his still-intense and steaming-hot stream to shoot right against her tingling lips and her fuck hole. "Oh, Jesus!" she cried out.

Astonished at how arousing such a perverse, hedonistic act could be, she lifted her chin, looked him in the eyes, and told him, "Squirt my neck before you run out, Daddy! Squirt right up to my chin!"

He lifted his dick and drew his flow up across her drenched body and then bore down with his abdominal muscles to increase the force of his weakening stream. It increased back to a torrent, if only for a short while.

As she felt his hot stream splattering her neck, she'd have sworn it was even stronger than just a few seconds ago. Did this wild, raw act turn him on as much as it did her, she wondered? As his blast rose higher toward her chin, she made up her mind to go all the way, and she closed her lips and eyes securely and tilted her head down, taking her father's hot pee squarely in the face.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" he moaned as he played the quickly diminishing stream across her lips, her cheeks, and her forehead. As he watched his pee run off her pretty, upturned face, he said, "You are a full-fledged golden girl, now, sweetheart!"

But she knew there was one more step, and she made up her mind to take it. She opened her mouth and let his hot pee splash onto her tongue. She wasn't about to swallow it, so she just let it run out and down over her already-pee-drenched body, which only added to the nasty, perverse, and astoundingly arousing feeling of the act.

When she could tell he was finally getting near the end of emptying his bladder, she leaned forward, took his half-hard dick between her lips, and pulled as much of it into her mouth as she could while still letting his pee leak out the sides.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned as his dick began to quickly inflate between his daughters lips. An image flashed into his mind of Tara's mother in the same position on her knees, her pee-drenched shirt clinging to her tits, and with his cock in her mouth. Tim had not expected his daughter to take her first golden shower that far, and he wondered again if Tara was somehow channeling her mother's sexy and playful spirit.

Just as Tara felt her father's cock begin to grow in her mouth, an image appeared in her head of her mother in this same position. She was wearing a white button-front blouse, which was totally soaked and clinging to her much bigger tits, but aside from that the picture was the same. It aroused Tara even more to know she was emulating her mother, but she felt the need to one-up her.

With her father's cock now fully erect in her mouth and no longer releasing any urine, she spit as much of his pee out from around it as she could, and drove her head forward pushing her lips into his pubes and driving his cock down her throat.

"Fuck!" he groaned and put his hands on the back of her head to hold her as he rocked his hips to force her face into his belly and another inch of his boner down her throat.

Then he surprised the shit out of her by reaching behind her and turning the shower back on.

Although he had gotten the water hot before they started, it had cooled in the pipes, and the first splash over their overheated bodies seemed freezing cold. Even with a fat cock stuffed in her throat, Tara emitted a surprised "Uhh!" at the shock.

But the water warmed very quickly, and as it poured over them, Tim extracted his dick from his daughter's throat, pulled her up to a standing position, and kissed her passionately while holding her tight. When he broke the kiss, he asked her, "What do you say to a good-morning fuck my nasty little golden girl?"

"Shit yes!" she replied. "I don't know how the fuck getting peed on could make me so horny, but I definitely need your stiff Daddy-cock up my cunt!"

As she spoke, she began peeling her soaked shirt from her body, but he stopped her, and said, "Leave it on; that's a really sexy look."

She responded with a smile and ran her hands over it to make sure it clung tightly to her tits, her belly, and her ass. She did a modeling turn under the falling water, and asked, "Like this?"

He pulled her into another embrace, and as he kissed her, he forced the wet t-shirt against her pussy-lips with his boner. Behind her, he ran his hands over her ass and pulled the soaked cotton fabric deep into the crack of her ass. He broke the kiss long enough to say, "Yeah! Just like that!"

Then, he broke the embrace, turned her around, and told her, "Bend over and put your hands on the wall." When she'd assumed the position, he slowly peeled her clinging shirt from her ass-crack and from her smooth, round cheeks.

Tara wasn't quite sure what to expect next as her father appeared to be intentionally jumbling his thoughts. Was he going to get down and lick her burning pussy? Or was he going to just shove his big cock up her hungry cunt? She didn't care which, but she sure wanted him to hurry up and do something back there!

He surprised her by choosing none of the above and landing and stinging slap on one of her wet ass-cheeks.

She yelped, "Ow!" and reflexively pulled away, but the surprise sting quickly burned its way to her pussy and enflamed it all the more. She stuck her ass back where it had been and challenged him with a bit of potentially-misplaced bravado, "Is that the best you can do?"

He chuckled and took up her defiant challenge by first turning off the water once again and then turning himself around to stand beside her hip-to-hip and facing away from her. He then reached his arm over her horizontal back and up under her stomach to hold her in place with her bare, wet ass sticking out. He then brought his big open hand down hard on the same spot he had stung before.

"Oh, shit!" she cried at the explosive jolt of pain. His smack had probably not been any harder than the spanking he'd given her in the kitchen, but it was somehow amplified by the wetness of her ass. No sooner had the crack of pain begun to morph into that paradoxically-pleasant burn when he landed another slap on the same tender spot.

"Fuck!" she shouted and her legs became rubbery. Had her father not been holding her tightly to his hip, she would have gone down to her knees. He drew his fingers lightly across the reddened spot, and asked in a playfully mocking tone, "Has my defiant little girl had enough? Is her delicate little bum too sore to go on?"

As that incredible burn lit her pussy on fire, she responded insolently, "My delicate little bum still has another cheek you haven't even touched yet!"

"Well, pardon me for playing favorites!" he taunted her and brought his open hand down on her unmolested cheek.

As his big hand landed and lit off pain reactions in tens of thousands of nerve-endings in the same instant, she sucked in her breath between clenched teeth as her head hung limp between her outstretched arms. If he hadn't been holding her around the waist, she'd have collapsed. But she gritted against the quick spike of pain, knowing it would be replaced in a second or two by that glorious deep burn that would tunnel into the depths of her cunt.

But his second almost-as-hard slap on the same inflamed spot landed before the tunneling had barely begun. The breath she had just sucked in spewed out as, "Holy fucking shit!" and she steeled herself against another smack, wanting it yet afraid of it. Even that weird conflict was arousing.

But he just supported her there, bent over with her feet barely touching the shower floor, and let the pain he had administered settle down and evolve into stimulation in her pussy. Tara's mother had been a fan of spanking, and he had had his own ass smacked with a paddle so he knew exactly how the pain/pleasure thing worked.

He held her for perhaps thirty seconds without any touch whatsoever on her tender ass cheeks, just letting nature take its course and prime her pussy for him. Finally, he loosened his grip around her waist, and told her, "Stand up but stay bent over just like you are! Hands on the wall! Spread your legs and get ready for Daddy's cock!"

The excitement of slapping his daughter's young ass had his dick as hard and as swollen as it had ever been. He stepped up behind her and with his fist around his erection he pushed his fat knob between her drenched pussy-lips and into the entrance of her cunt. But he didn't dwell there for even a second, instead pushing forward in one long shove until his hips were pressed against her reddened ass-cheeks and his cock was stuffed all the way up her slippery cunt.

"Oh my God!" she groaned as her father's rock-hard dick completely filled her burning pussy. But then he held her by her hips and pressed his legs even harder against her tender ass-cheeks driving his dick farther yet up her cunt. Still not done, he then swiveled his hips to grind his legs against her still-burning ass while his motion rocked his cock around in her cunt.

"Oh fuck!" she exhaled as her legs went weak again. But now, she was supported by his strong hands on her hips and his rigid cock up her cunt.

Then he began to fuck the living shit out of her. Some primal switch had flipped in his head, and it was as if she was no longer his sweet loving daughter, but a fuck-doll to use just for his own wanton pleasure.

Gripping her hips, he slammed his cock in and out of her tight, young cunt as hard and fast as he could. His sex-obsessed mind had blocked out whether or not it was giving her pleasure, and was totally focused on the endorphin and adrenaline rush that only pure, raw sex seemed to be able to deliver.

But even if he had thought about her, he needn't have worried. She was enjoying the hell out of the intense pounding he was giving her cunt. Not only did it feel great to be fucked so hard, but she could tell from her father's grunts and groans that he had gone way beyond just making love to her and was using her cunt as his personal sex-toy. She would not have used the term when all of this started, but she found that she liked the feeling of being a slut for her Daddy. She knew then that she would do absolutely anything that he wanted her to do... and with anyone.

The memory of the conference-table gang-bang he had shown her plus his aggressive fucking tripped her trigger and her cunt contracted around his pistoning cock and erupted with a gush of hot girl-cum.

That apparently pulled his trigger, and he suddenly pulled his cock from her cunt, grabbed her by the hair, and spun her around pushing her down onto her knees. But she slipped and ended up on her tender ass.

No matter! Even as she squirmed against the pain coming up from her ass, he squatted enough to get his cock inches in front of her face and with her hair clutched in one hand he beat his dick furiously with the other, pulling his orgasm up out of his balls.

She looked up at him from her submissive position, and told him, "Do it, Daddy! Blow your hot cum all over your little girl's face! Jerk off right in my mouth! Make me your slut, Daddy! Make me your nasty, do-anything slut!"

"Oh, fuck!" he growled as the first rope of cum shot up through his cock and went straight into his daughter's wide-open mouth. Even as he crouched there pounding his dick and sending squirt after squirt of jism all over her pretty face some tiny, moralistic voice in his head was shouting, "What the fuck are you doing? She's your daughter, for God's sake!"

But the primal, hedonistic, pleasure-seeking part of his brain was in total control and he kept jerking off on her face until his balls were dry and began to ache, and her face was dripping with his cum.

Finally spent, he let go of her hair, and as he panted to get his lungs to catch up with his exertion, he lowered himself onto his ass on the shower floor along with his daughter.

Tara peeled her wet t-shirt off, scrambled up from her sitting position, pushed him over onto his back, and stretched out on top of him. With a mischievous little grin, she shook her head direct above his face and got some of his jism to drop off onto his. Then she lowered her head and pressed her cum-splattered lips to his. She had swallowed the cum he had shot in her mouth, but there was plenty on her lips and face for them to share.

After a long, luxurious shower where they washed each other's bodies and even one another's hair, they put on light, comfortable, around-the-house clothes and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

As Tara got out the ingredients for pancakes and her father got the griddle from its cabinet, he said, "I, um, I hope I wasn't, you know, too aggressive with you in there. I love you so much, sweetheart. I hope you know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"Well, you did!" she snapped back, surprising him and sending a leaden ball into his stomach.

"It felt like my ass was going to frigging bleed from the spanking you gave me in there!" Then, she let him off the hook, and added with a big smile, "And I fucking loved it! My pussy had never been so on fire without me even touching it. And I'm glad you didn't touch it either; just shoved your fat Daddy-cock all the way up my little-girl cunt! God, that was so hot!" She chuckled and added, "My pussy's tingling right now just talking about it."

"Imp!" he said to her with a little laugh. "You had me going. I should take you over my knee for teasing me like that!"

She put her hands protectively over her ass, and said, "Maybe later. I still need time to heal from the last time!"

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