Camilla Ch. 070

"I gotta pee," she said, and left the living room.

After her pee, she went up to the bedroom and changed into a dress she'd bought that evening, one that looked almost identical to one she'd seen Carrie wearing earlier that day. Though her hair and eyes were almost all black now, she used Nigrovum to make them absolutely so. She went back downstairs and into the living room to join Agape.

He was peaking on the E; then he looked up at her. "Carrie?" he asked.

"Yes, it's me," Camilla said, using Nigrovum to make him see his girlfriend's face and hear her voice. "I thought I'd make a surprise visit." She dropped her dress on the floor, revealing her nakedness to her father.

"Wait," he slurred. "Camilla's here. What if she sees you?"

"She won't. I told her we want to be alone. She understands: she went back up to her room to party alone." Camilla walked closer to him. "Let's make love."

"Oh, OK."

He got off his chair and unzipped his pants. She put some dirty old towels on the floor for them to lie on. He pulled off his pants and underwear, and lay on the towels. She got on top of him in the cowgirl position. She used Nigrovum to give him an erection, then aimed her pussy over his hard cock.

"You look...so much sexier these days," he said, not realizing he was looking at Camilla's body with Carrie's face. "Your boobs are bigger."

"Do you like them, Da--Aga?"

"Oh, yeah," he grunted. He reached up and started fondling them.

She was now feeding his cock into her wet pussy; its thickness stimulated her every nook and cranny. As soon as it touched her G-spot, she gushed her first coming. Then his cock went in an inch deeper. She was squealing louder and louder the further it went in. Finally, it went in the last inch or two very quickly, poking against her A-spot. She screamed, and came a second time.

Now she was bouncing on his cock like a bareback bronc rider, screaming with an ecstasy that made the half-pill she'd taken seem like aspirin.

Though the tightness of her pussy was thrilling to Agape, it strangely didn't feel like Carrie's. Also, she never screamed like that.

"My goodness, Carrie; you're really h-horny tonight."

"Oh, yes, yes! Ah! I love you, Da--Agape. Oh!" Camilla wanted to say how sorry she was for having sex with so many other people, for not being faithful to her one true love. If only you could approve of my forbidden love, she thought; if only society would approve, then we could be lovers openly, and I would give up all my other lovers to be with you--only you! As long as we were always, always fucking!

She came a third time, then got off of him. She scooped up some of the come that got on the dirty towels and smeared it on her asshole, then slid her finger inside to use her come to lubricate her rectum. When she was fully lubed, she held her father's cock and aimed it at her gaping asshole.

"Can you...sit up, please?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he said, sitting up. He felt his cock pushing against her anal orifice. "Where are you putting my thing, honey?"

"Somewhere special." She sat down slowly and gently, letting his cock push its way in gradually. "Oh!" He was half-way in now.

"Wait...are you putting him...in your ass?"

"Yes, oh! Yes!" He was three-quarters of the way in.

"I never knew...you could be...such a...bad girl. My God, that feels good! Unh!" He was all the way in now.

She'd never sat on her father's lap this way before, but she sure wished she had! And she knew she'd want to do so, again and again! His long, thick cock was digging tunnels that had never been dug in her ass before! The anal wall that neighboured her vaginal wall was vibrating with delight. He put his hands on her tits and squeezed them gently, while smelling her fragrant hair, the tresses of which danced on his face and chest as she went up and down on him.

She enjoyed an anal orgasm, then got up, feeling his cock slip out of her ass, making a deliciously tingling sensation there. She turned around and brought her head down on his cock. Uncomfortable on the floor, he got up and sat on his chair again, putting the towels under his ass so the chair would stay clean. She, kneeling, got between his legs and looked up into his eyes as she brought his cock to her lips. She kissed and licked the tip, then put it a third of the way inside her mouth.

Her tongue tickled the underside of his cock, just under his knob. As she continued sucking him off, she kept her eyes fixed on his, to communicate the boundless love she felt for him. I wanna please you, Daddy, she expressed with her eyes; you more than any other man, or woman. If only this were a socially acceptable way for a father to be proud of his daughter. I want to be your only lover. Dump Carrie, please! You're the best, the very best! No one can do it like you can, Daddy! I love you so much, and I can't tell you, except by deceit!

He looked down at her, seeing Carrie's face but finding it hard to believe that his girlfriend could suddenly be so skillful at giving head! Since enjoying it was better than analyzing it, he decided not to think about all the anomalies of this evening.

"I'm gonna come," he groaned.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound, and briefly jerked him off. Remembering to keep the towels right under her to avoid making an incriminating mess on the carpet, she was ready for a fatherly facial. He spouted his first blast on her nose, then a squirt on her right cheek. After that, she got sprayed in her left eye, and the last shot hit her lips. The remaining ooze she wiped on the still-dry parts of her face. She looked up at him and giggled lewdly.

"Carrie," he said. "I thought you hated men who did that on you."

"Things change, Da-Agape, for the better," she said. Then she helped him put his pants and underwear back on, picked up the towels, and left the living room to clean everything up.

He sat back down in his chair, stunned at what an incredible lay he'd just had. "That was too good to be true," he said to himself.