A Secret Revelation Ch. 1

We both jumped like naughty children with our hands caught in the cookie jar as his pager suddenly went off, chirping noisily. I sagged in disappointment as he pulled his warm hand away to check the number. The fragile moment had been shattered.

"It's work." He sighed. "They probably need extra help."

I stood as he did. "I'm heading to bed."

"All right, sweetie. Good night." He gently kissed my forehead, looking more than a little flustered as he tried valiantly to cover his bulge, avoiding my eyes.

"Good night, Daddy." I whispered.

I heard the front door open and close as I headed upstairs to my bedroom, and I tried desperately to fight my feelings of frustration. It wasn't his fault work called, and it would be selfish of me to be angry when his job was to help people. But what would've happened if his pager hadn't gone off? I undressed and slipped nude into my bed, closing my eyes. Tomorrow was another day.

It was around two in the morning according to my bedside clock when I awoke suddenly, my head pounding. I cringed and sat up, wondering where the hell the headache had come from as I threw my legs over the side of my bed. The closest bathroom was the one attached to my father's room, and the floor seemed to shimmer underneath my feet as I unsteadily made my way to his bedroom. I hardly noticed my nudity at this point, my head was pounding so badly, but it didn't matter much anyway because my father hadn't returned home yet. I popped a couple aspirin from his medicine cabinet and sat down on his bed to temporarily relieve the pounding in my head. My eyelids wavered wearily, and telling myself it was just for a second, laid back on my father's bed, letting his smell surround and comfort me. I think I was asleep again before the thought to go back to my own bedroom even occurred to me.

A little shiver running through the length of my body prompted me to sleepily open my eyes, and I strained to see around me in the blackness. I sucked in my breath, realizing the source of my body's reaction as a slice of moonlight fell across the bed.

I lay on my back; my right knee bent and folded in, my left leg flung out to the side. My father was sitting next to me, his green eyes slowly running over my slim, naked figure. His hot fingertips trailed down the slope of my belly, over my hip, and swept tantalizing inches from my shaven pussy. He did it very lightly, as to not wake me, and every time he looked up I quickly shut my eyes so he wouldn't know I was awake. His actions were almost too much to take; I was painfully aroused within seconds, my pussy throbbing, and I longed to clamp my thighs around his strong hand until I came. I knew he would stop as soon as he even had an idea I might be aware of what he was doing, and so I remained still and passive to my Daddy's exploration. However, my cunt did not...my arousal trickled down between my ass cheeks, the musky smell pervading around us. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as he bent down, his nose inches from my throat, deeply inhaling my scent. He continued downwards, his warm breath brushing over my nipples, quickly hardening them. I fought to control my excitement as he extended the tip of his tongue to my right nipple, just barely touching it, and then sending a sizzling cascade of pleasure straight to my toes as he fully licked the distended flesh. I swallowed my gasp and bit down on my tongue so hard it brought tears up behind my closed eyes as he left a feather-light kiss on my navel. My father was touching me...was I dreaming...was all of this real?

Opening my eyes, I gazed in tense wonder when his fingers crept unto my thigh, making little circles, as if amazed by the texture and softness. The digits slipped to the inside of my thigh, agonizingly close to my heated, dripping center and stopped. He glanced up (I closed my eyes quickly) and then focused again on my hairless sex, biting his full bottom lip as if trying to make the hardest decision of his life. God, I wanted his mouth buried in my cunt! Please, Daddy, I begged silently. To feel his tongue thrusting up inside of me...tongue fucking me...relishing the juice he had aroused in his daughter! His index finger brushed across my wet pussy hole, making my insides jump as he stuck it in his mouth to taste me.

"Jesus, Chasey..." he murmured so softly I had to strain to hear him. "What am I doing?"

With that, he hurriedly stood and strode out of the room, closing the door behind him. I smacked the bed with clenched fists, aching to follow him and get what I so desperately wanted, but unable to summon the courage to do. For all I knew, if I was straightforward and went after him, he would look at me in disgust and hate me forever. I loved him too much to risk that. So I stayed awake awhile waiting for my father to return, but after an hour, ten-pound weights of sleepiness settled on my eyelids and I drifted off.

I woke up the next day around noon in a foul mood. My father hadn't returned to his bed, and the past evenings events left me extremely horny. I stomped out of his room and into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind me. The warm water flowing over my body did little to appease my tight muscles, and I all but cracked the glass in the shower door as I opened and closed it when I finished. Brushing through my wet hair and applying make-up, I went back into my bedroom and slipped on a pair of my silkiest red panties, a pair of white denim cutoffs that were hardly modest, and a snug-fitting powder blue tank top that accentuated my nice tits. With a quick glance at my clock, I picked up the phone and dialed Tasha's number, knowing that like me, she had the day off from work.

"Hello?" Tasha chirped in greeting.

"Afternoon, sunshine."

"Hey, baby! How was last night?"

I sighed. "Can I come over? We'll talk about it."

"Sure."

"Is your dad home?" I asked slyly.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Tasha replied. "And before you even have to ask, no, my brother is not."

"Good. I'll be over in a few."

"'K." She blew a kiss and hung up.

Feeling a little better, I swept down the stairs and into the living room, rolling my eyes as I sighted my father sprawled out on the couch. I jotted a note and set it on the coffee table, quietly closing the front door behind me as I went out to my car. The hot, humid air clung to my skin and I turned the air-conditioner on full blast as I pulled out of my driveway and drove the few miles to my best friend's house.

"Hey!" Tasha came out unto the porch, grinning widely as I pulled in to her driveway. I got out of my car and admired her slim form, clothed in a short tennis skirt and red halter-top.

"Dressed to kill, I see?" I said knowingly, watching her blush as I joined her on the porch.

"I could say the same about you." She teased. "God, you look hot." With that, she grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, locking her warm, sweet-tasting mouth on mine. I tried to pull away, thinking anyone including her father could see us, but she held tight and explored the inside of my mouth with her soft tongue.

"Mmmm," she murmured, finally pulling back. "You taste good."

"Tasha...your dad..."

She shrugged. "So?"

"You little slut." I admonished. "I can imagine what your dad would think of me if he saw this."

"Saw what?" asked Cameron, Tasha's dad, as he emerged from the house, dressed in his infamous pair of jeans. I couldn't help but skim my eyes over his toned chest, flushing when I met his hazel eyes. "Hey, Chasey. Saw what?"

"Hey...nothing." I said casually. Tasha walked ahead of me and I followed, brushing close to Cameron as I passed. I smiled to myself, feeling his hot gaze on my ass as he fell into step behind me. Yes, he could be a good distraction for the desire I had for my father...for the time being.

"We'll be upstairs." Tasha called, taking my hand and dragging me upstairs to her bedroom. She closed her door firmly behind her and jumped unto the bed beside me, her brown eyes bright with curiosity.

"So...tell me!"

"Tell you what?" I grinned nonchalantly.

She smacked my bare thigh. "Quit it. What happened after I left last night?"

I filled her in on the details, watching her eyes widen in surprise when I described my father's exploration while I was 'asleep'.

"I told you." She said matter-of-factly.

"Honestly, at this point, it's more frustrating than anything." I replied.

"Of course. You haven't gotten what you wanted yet. Now you want a little satisfaction...right?"

How did she know me so well, I thought with a glance at my best friend. "Will you share, Tasha?"

"As in, 'will you pass up the opportunity to watch your hot best friend getting fucked by your father?' I think not." She chuckled.

"How do you know he will go for it?"

Tasha flushed prettily. "Lets just say it came up last night."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Dad came into my room after I came home last night, and he started out just asking about what I did at your house. So I'm telling him, and he's getting this huge hard-on...I started rubbing it, and don't be mad, but I told him we're bi. I'm telling you, Chasey, he got so hard he just about ripped his boxers in half! Soon he's fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering, and I'm talking about what it would be like for the three of us to fuck and suck each other. He especially liked it when I told him how I'd like to see him fuck your tight pussy...and you know you would like that, too."

Of course, she was right about that. It was funny how it didn't seem to faze me to hear Tasha talk about her father like he was just any guy; wasn't it just the night before my best friend dumped it in my lap she was fucking her own father? I shifted restlessly, my pussy still maddeningly horny from the previous nights events.

"Who am I to deny you anything?" I said sweetly.

She smiled brilliantly. "I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Come on...I'm sure he's downstairs watching TV. My brother is due back in like an hour and a half."

We exited her bedroom and headed downstairs, and it came to mind that I should ask her what the plan was, but as we circled the couch where Cameron was sitting, I knew Tasha had something planned. I suddenly began to wonder if I should let her do whatever she wanted...

Tasha flicked the TV off and told me to stand directly in the front of Cameron, who wore a confused look as his daughter sat down next to him. "What are you girls up to?" he asked curiously. I smiled at him nervously, my mind racing. What the hell was she planning? Tasha slipped her hand into Cameron's lap, her clever little palm cupping over his cock and squeezing lightly. He gasped and looked at me quickly, as if gauging my reaction, his hazel eyes glazing over with lust. My cunt reacted fast, starting afire as I watched my lover fondle and rub her father's cock through his jeans. "Tasha..." he groaned. "Baby..." "Mmmm, what should Chasey take off first, Daddy?" My eyes widened in surprise, and I opened my mouth to object, then thought better of it. Tasha would pay for her little games later. Cameron looked up at me, a smile on his full, sexy mouth, and I smiled back to let him know I was into the game, feeling his heated gaze slide over my slim, curvy body. Tasha unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and slid them down as her father lifted himself accommodatingly. I bit my lip when she wrapped her fist around his thick cock, which jutted up towards his toned stomach. With a wicked little grin, Tasha began a slow, firm stroke up and down his rock hard length, flicking her pink tongue across his nipples. "Tell her what to take off." Tasha ordered her father. "Your top, Chasey. Take your top off." He murmured. "Let me see those sweet tits." I swallowed my hesitancy and took hold of the hem of my tank top, pulling it up and over my head. My bare breasts stood firm and upright, the pencil-eraser sized nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room. I dared to look up, my cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of my arousal juice slip down the inside of my thigh as father and daughter scrutinized me with admiring eyes. "You didn't lie, baby," Cameron said to his daughter. "She's gorgeous. Squeeze your nipples for us, Chasey." Tasha scooted around until she was on her knees beside her father, firmly circling the base of his shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head. I watched Cameron's erection disappear inside my best friend's mouth until her chin rested on his balls, and he was moaning in ecstasy as she sucked him. I rolled my hard nipples between my thumb and index fingers, staring directly into his hazel eyes as my knees weakened so much I could barely stand. Tasha began to bob up and down on his cock, the wet, sucking noises her mouth made only serving to turn me on more. "Take your shorts off." Cameron gasped. "Ahhh, yes, Tasha...take it all, baby..." With shaking fingers I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, slipping them down over my hips and letting them fall to the floor. I shivered in exquisite shame, forcing myself to keep my arms down, as Cameron thoroughly looked me over. Tasha moaned softly on her father's cock, lifting her mouth to lap across the head of his pulsing member and run her lusty brown eyes over my body. "Do you want to show my Daddy your pussy, Chasey?" she asked, pumping Cameron's rigid organ with her firmly closed fist. My mouth watered watching her stroke him; I wanted that cock in my mouth, and pounding into my tight, wet pussy. "Yes." I whispered. "Say it." "I want to show him my pussy!" I cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through my silky red panties. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my legs, tossing them aside with my top and shorts. Tasha's father hungrily drank in the sight of my young, shaved cunt, his tongue running across his bottom lip. "Look at that pretty pussy," Tasha said close to her groaning father's ear. "You want it, Daddy? Do you want to fuck Chasey?" "Ohhh yes, baby, yes," he moaned, watching his daughter's smooth hand stroking his veined shaft. I stood silently, aching to take his thick meat deep inside my throbbing sex. "Turn around." Tasha commanded. I did as asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell. What were they doing? Cameron gasped, his breathing shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness. "Bend over, Chasey." Tasha said. I hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning my palms on the chair in front of me for support. "Set your feet wide apart." She added. My heart thudded in my chest as I stood there bent over at the waist, waiting, my wet slit in view for my lover and her father. "Reach underneath yourself and spread your cunt open for us." My best friend ordered breathlessly. I slipped my hand between my thighs, my fingers shaking as I spread my swollen lips apart. Pussy juice trickled down the back of my hand and the inside of my thighs with the intensity of my lust. "Oh, God," Cameron groaned. "I want to bury my cock in her!" "Yes...fuck me...fuck me, please!" I whimpered, turning to look at him. "Tasha...I want his cock inside me..." "Mmmm, not yet." My lover smiled. Tasha stood and undressed, asking her father to stand and do the same. I rubbed my clit in firm circles as they approached me, Cameron kneeling behind me, Tasha settling with her thighs wide open on the chair in front of me. I gazed lustily at her wet, pink pussy, my cunt quivering in anticipation of Cameron's mouth. I bit off my cry of pleasure as he buried his warm mouth in my dripping mound, his tongue delving deep into my tightening fuck hole. His thumbs pulled my lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of my sex, his nose nuzzling against my hard clit as he expertly tongued me. "How does it feel to have my Daddy eating you, Chasey?" Tasha asked softly, her fingers tangling in my thick hair. All I could give in response was a guttural moan as his hot tongue stabbed at my engorged clitoris, and then lapping from the top of my slit to my virgin asshole. Tasha smiled and urgently pulled my face into her soaking pussy, humming in pleasure as I flicked my tongue against her swollen button. She held tightly to her fistful of my hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into my mouth while I slurped her juices. God, she tasted good! I was overwhelmed. My pussy contracted as I neared orgasm, Cameron's mouth continuing the assault on my hot cunt. His tongue swept over my clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside my juicy hole. Tasha's cries of pleasure grew louder, her fists tugging frantically in my hair as I ate her. "More...more...yes, eat me!" She gasped. "Eat my pussy, Chasey! Oh, God...make me cummmm..." I pushed my cunt into Cameron's mouth, moaning low in my throat. "Fuck me!" I cried, so hot I was close to tears. "Please...put your cock inside me, Cameron!" He didn't need another word. I shivered in delicious wanting as he grabbed my hips, my hands clenching into fists as he put the head of his thick cock against my horny cunt hole. He slid it forward, teasingly pushing it between my pussy lips as the veined shaft scorched every straining nerve ending. I shoved my hips back, silently begging for his pulsating member inside my heated vagina. "Put it in her," Tasha whimpered. "Give it to her, Daddy!" With that, my best friend's father buried his rock hard cock deep inside my tight, wet pussy, drawing an animal groan from the pit of my stomach. I felt completely filled, his thickness stretching me open far beyond the few high school boys I'd been with. His fingers dug into the groove of my hips as he pulled me back into his fuck thrusts, his daughter's mound humping faster into my mouth, her juices running steadily unto my tongue. "Fuck yes, Chasey...yesss...eat my baby girl..." Cameron breathed. "Oh God, baby, I'm going to cum inside you..." Tasha arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum. "Yes! Do you want my Daddy's cum in you, Chasey? Tell him you want it!" "Yes...please...cum inside me!" I panted, his cock slamming into me bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. "I want your cum inside me...ahhh yes...I'm cummmming!" A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside me, squeezing and contracting my cunt muscles like a glove around his raging prick. He tightened his grip on my hips painfully giving a final deep thrust. "Oh God, I'm cumming...cumming inside you, baby...cumming in your tight little pussy!" he cried as he filled me with streams of his hot seed. My knees gave out and I fell forward, Cameron following with a soft grunt. Tasha giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from my face, her pretty face suddenly freezing. "James' is home!" By the time Tasha's fifteen year-old brother made it into the house, we were all sitting quietly on the couch watching TV. The only give away, if James were that observant, was the heavy, musky smell of sex that hung in the air...and the satisfied little smile my best friend gave me from the corner of her eye. I went home awhile later. The hot ache between my thighs was silent and sated, and I could still feel Cameron's cum inside me. My father was nowhere in sight as I entered the house, and I headed upstairs to clean up, my mind playing back the previous hours events. "Chasey? Sweetie, is that you?" Dad called as I passed his closed bedroom door. I paused. "Yes, Daddy." "Can you come in here a second?" "Sure." I opened his door and stepped inside, breathing in the scent of his cologne. My handsome father stood in front of his mirror, bare-chested, dressed in a pair of crisp khaki's. I had forgotten about his date! A wave of jealousy spun my stomach in circles, and I swallowed hard to keep a straight face. "Hey, baby. Have fun at Tasha's?" "Yes," I replied. "Did you sleep good?" His face flushed. "Must've fallen asleep watching TV last night after I got home." "Right. So what's up?" I asked lightly. He looked up, his green eyes taking in the length of my tanned legs, lingering over my chest before he blinked as if to focus his self. "Um...out of the two of these shirts...which one do you like better?" He held up a long-sleeved blue chambray button down shirt and a forest green short-sleeved polo shirt, both of which set off his eye and skin color. Like I wanted him to look any better than he already naturally did for this woman! "Wear the green one." I murmured. He smiled, showing his dimples. "Exactly what I was thinking." I sat down on the edge of his bed and watched silently as he pulled it over his head, giving me a lengthy appraisal of his toned chest. Of it's own accord, my pussy came alive again. So much for being satisfied, I thought with a silent groan. "So? What do you think?" My father tucked the shirt into the waistband of his khaki's, brushing off traces of lint and tiny wrinkles. I stood and reached out to straighten the collar, pressing my body as close to his as I dared. I just wanted to feel his body against mine...my breasts touched his chest, and my father tensed. "Let me straighten this out." I said. His green eyes met mine, and my nipples hardened as the fabric of my top rubbed against them, pushing into him. Our mouths were inches away from each other's. I pressed my pelvis into my father's, feeling him tremble slightly, and felt the erection growing underneath the crotch of his khaki's. My heart pounded a mile a minute and time seemed to slow down to a crawl as I raised myself on my toes, closed my eyes, and placed my warm mouth on my father's. Our lips lingered only a moment before he pulled away quickly, as if I had shocked him. "Chasey...wh - what...no, that's not right." He stammered. "Why?" I murmured. Boldly, I slipped my hand to his crotch and cupped his raging erection in my palm, gently squeezing. I was touching my Daddy's cock! The very object that created me was in my hand...and I wanted it inside me. Here. Now. "I'm your father," he said. "And you're my daughter." "Yes. We love each other, and I can't think of anything more right." I replied, my fingers working at his belt. I unbuckled it and slipped my hand down the front of his khaki's, needing to wrap my hand around the steel hard pole practically bursting out of my father's pants. I wanted him so badly my body shook; I nudged past his boxer briefs and my fingertips brushed across his burning hot cock, sending a shudder through the both of us. "Ohhh, Jesus..." he moaned softly. "No, Chasey...baby, we can't..." "You want it, Daddy," I whispered. "I know you want it, I want you, too. I want you so much." His green eyes clouded with lust at my words, and I glorified mentally as his warm, strong hands settled on my hips, sliding around my waist. He did it carefully, as if he would shatter me moving too quickly, or he would scare me away with too much movement. I ran my fingers up and down the length of his hardness, staring in wonder at the hundred different emotions running through my father's beautiful eyes. First nervousness, then lust, then guilt, and lust again. I knew I should probably be acting the same way, but the wanting I had for him overtook me; nothing else mattered but having him. "I know you came into your bedroom last night and saw me," I continued. "You touched me. You tasted me." He inhaled sharply. "You were awake?" "Yes. I wanted you to touch me. I wanted your mouth on my pussy, Daddy," I said, trembling. There was no turning back now. Nothing would be the same. "No, don't say that. Don't." he groaned. I wrapped my eager little fingers around his prick, pulling them down to the mushroom-shaped tip and back up to the base, stroking firmly and slowly. His cock was so thick and long! My pussy was dripping wet and throbbing, begging for attention and release though I had a hard dick in it less than half an hour previous. This is what my father did to me. "Can I put it in my mouth?" I asked breathlessly. "Let me put your cock in my mouth, Daddy. I want to make you cum." His mouth opened, and from downstairs the doorbell sounded. His date was here. My heart sank in disappointment and I angrily yanked my hand away, knowing inside it wasn't his fault but unable to help myself. "Have fun on your fucking date." I muttered, swearing for the first time ever in front of my father as I walked out of his room and into my own. I slammed the door behind me and threw myself across the bed, burying my head in a pillow. There was a brief knock at the door. "Good night, baby. I should be in early." My father called. A few minutes later, the front door closed and I heard his SUV pulling away from the house. I pounded the bed with my fists, throwing a tantrum like any three year-old and enjoying every second. It was like a game between my father and I; we get close, something comes along and ruins it, and I was getting sick of it. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom, slipping in the shower for a long, hot wash. I scrubbed my hair and body, using a sweet smelling shower gel to relax me even more. Afterwards I put on a pair of lacy white panties and one of my father's EMT button down work shirts, heading downstairs to the couch to flick on the TV and flip aimlessly through the channels. I couldn't stop thinking about how my hand was around my father's hard cock...stroking him...hearing him moan. Never had I wanted a man as badly as I did my father, and here I had to share him with this woman. It wasn't fair. The time was well after two in the morning by the time my father crept through the front door, and I slowly stood up, standing silently as he turned. He jumped about a foot in the air seeing my quiet form. "Jesus, sweetie! You scared me. Why aren't you in bed?" he asked. I didn't miss the nervous tone he used. "I was just waiting up for you," I said tightly. "Can't a daughter do that?" "O - of course, baby. You didn't have to, though." "I know. So...how was the date?" He avoided my eyes and we sat down together on the couch. "It went well, very well. Kristin is a great girl." "What did you do?" "Well...we ate some dinner, saw a movie..." he trailed off, looking down at his hands. "That doesn't take six hours, Daddy," I said a terrible ache of jealousy settling uncomfortably in the pit of my belly. "You fucked her, didn't you?" "Chasey!" I bit my lip, tears filling my eyes. Christ, I was being such a baby! My father had a perfect right to do whatever he liked...by why didn't he do it with me! "What I do is not your concern, Chastity Alexandra," My father said firmly, using my full first and middle name. "That includes if I did choose to sleep with Kristin." A flicker of hope lit up in my mind. "You mean...you didn't do it?" "No, sweetie, I didn't." I fought the urge to shout out in joy and scooted into my father's arms, sighing in contentment. "I'm glad you didn't." "I couldn't," he admitted. "I couldn't because every time I looked at her, I saw only my baby girl's face. I only saw you, Chasey." Hearing his words brought a flood of arousal juice to my pussy, starting it afire, a flush of lust coloring my cheeks. I looked up from the crook of his arm, meeting my Daddy's green eyes with my own blue ones. Slowly I spread my thighs, giving him a look at my soaked lacy white panties, which he took in with a sharp breath. I lifted his arm out from behind me and brought his hand between my legs, letting him nudge his warm fingers underneath the waistband of my panties. I paused with his fingertips inches from my swollen wet slit. "What do you want, Daddy?" I whispered. "I want to touch you, baby. I want to feel how wet you are for me." He breathed. "I need to touch you." My body trembled as I took my hand away from his arm, and he continued downwards into my pussy, his middle finger coming up to and penetrating between my puffy sex lips. I jerked upwards in reaction, startling both of us, but he didn't stop; I heard harsh, shallow breathing and realized it was my own. My father dragged his middle finger side to side across my hard, throbbing clit, bringing soft cries of pleasure from my mouth. He dipped his finger into my hot pussy hole, using my juices to lubricate a slow rotation of my sensitive nub of flesh. "Ahhh, Daddy," I whimpered. "Yesss...that feels so good!" "Lay down on your back," he ordered quietly. I did as he asked, my excitement growing as he stripped his polo shirt off. He leaned forward and began unbuttoning the shirt of his that I wore, urging me to pull my arms out so he could toss it away; my panties came off next. I blushed as he stared down at my breasts, reaching out to trace light circles around my hardening nipples. "You don't know how often I've fantasized about sucking your little nipples, baby." He murmured. I moaned as he bent down to engulf a nipple in his hot mouth, flicking his tongue over it teasingly and doing the same to the other. My father sucked and licked my breasts until I was shaking, gently kneading and squeezing them with his strong hands. I clenched my hands into fists as he took hold of my ankles and pushed my knees to my chest, baring my smooth, wet pussy to his hot green gaze as he spread my legs wide. I couldn't believe this was actually happening...my father was going to eat my cunt...his daughter's cunt! "Oh God, yes, please hurry!" I pleaded. "Eat my pussy, Daddy!" With a low groan my father buried his mouth in my hot, dripping center, plunging his tongue straight and deep into my tight fuck hole. I screamed in rapture and arched my back up so sharply I grew dizzy, my hands grabbing thick fistfuls of his soft black hair and keeping him in place as I ground my wet cunt into his sucking mouth. He moved his hands to the backs of my knees, keeping my legs high and wide as he took long, hot laps from the bottom of my aching vagina to the top of my swollen slit. His tongue then centered on my pulsing clit, locking his lips over the tiny button and gently rolling it until I was falling over the edge into orgasm. "Ohhh da...dddddy..." I moaned. "I'm cuummmming...I'm cumming!" My father swept over my sensitive clit with his soft tongue while I recovered, his green eyes full of love and desire. I sat up and my fingers flew to his pants, hurriedly yanking them down his legs and tossing them away. I urged him to lie back, wasting no time as I crouched over his thick, rigid cock and wrapped my fingers around the width. "Chasey," he gasped. "Baby...are you sure...?" I smiled and took the head of his raging erection into my mouth, my jaw stretched to the very limit with the size. Wanting desperately to please my father, I continued the journey down the length of his hot, veined shaft, until I felt him sliding against the back of my throat. I paused and looked up at Daddy, my belly jumping at the glazed stare of ecstasy in his green eyes. "Ohhh Chasey...take it all, sweetie...take all of Daddy's cock," he groaned hotly. At his breathless pleading I slipped my warm mouth down the full length of his member, and remembering a little trick Tasha had mentioned, wiggled my tongue out and flicked it across his balls, caressing the sensitive underside of his engulfed hardness. I squeezed my throat muscles around him, massaging his cock, enjoying the throbbing hotness of my father's tool. I did it! I finally had my Daddy's cock in my mouth. I hummed low in my throat and grinned when he thrashed around in pleasure, his hand sliding into my hair. "Yes, suck me, baby. Suck my cock," my father whimpered. I pulled my mouth upwards and circled the dripping tip of his dick with my wet little tongue, hungrily tasting the pre-cum steadily seeping out. Slipping back down his length, I began to bob up and down, sucking him, getting his cock wet with my saliva. My fingers played over his balls, gently stroking and squeezing them while I sucked on my Daddy's meat. He grew in the confines of my mouth; I ached to take him inside me, to feel him pounding into my cunt. I lifted my mouth from his prick. "Fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me." I said. He sat up and began to lower himself over me, but I stopped him with my hands on his firm chest. "No...fuck me from behind, Daddy." I smiled, turning over unto my hands and knees, looking back at him. His green eyes looked like twin fires of pure lust, and with an animal groan my father grabbed my slim hips, yanking me back hard. I bit my lip as his cockhead probed at my wet cunt lips, sliding up and down my hungry slit, finally resting at the entrance of my soaking vagina. "Now...please, Daddy, now!" I begged. He pushed the mushroom-head tip inside me, inching his way into my tight, slick pussy channel. "Ahhh God, you're so tight, baby," Daddy breathed. With a little cry of pleasure he pushed his pulsing member in to the hilt, stopping as he gasped for breath. My pussy contracted around him, accepting him, sucking him in. I knew I wouldn't last long with my father's big cock inside me; already pleasure coursed through my body. I dug my hands into the couch as he pulled out and plunged back in, his fingers using my hips as leverage to fuck into me. He picked up the pace, our skin slapping together my arousal juices coating his thick prick and leaking down the backs of my thighs. "Harder," I groaned. "Oh please, harder! Make me cum..." My father gasped and began to pound into me, his balls hitting my clit with the force of his fuck thrusts. I tightened my muscles around his member, drawing another heated moan from Daddy as he grew inside my tight vagina. "I'm going to cum!" he cried. "I'm going to cum inside my baby..." I couldn't take it. With a scream I came, releasing another flood of juice around my father's thrusting organ. He pumped hard into me and began to shoot his hot, creamy cum deep in my clenching pussy, filling me up with stream after stream of the liquid that created me. Afterwards he collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a while, letting our breathing settle. "Daddy," I whispered. "Yes, baby?" "You're smooshing me." He chuckled and pulled himself up, his soft cock popping from my pussy and allowing his cum to leak down my thighs. I suggested a shower and he nodded, smiling. "Go ahead sweetie, I'll take one after you." I grinned. "No, Daddy, you take one with me." Flushing lightly, he took my offered hand and we headed upstairs. I let the water run until it was nice and warm, turning to catch his green eyes running appreciatively over my firm ass. His cock was already half-hard again. I bit back my laugh and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind us when he joined me. "Mmmm," I murmured as the water cascaded over our bodies. "Feels good." My father stepped up behind me and pulled my slippery body against his, his hardened member pushing between my thighs and rubbing tantalizingly over my clit. I moaned softly and reached down, gently running my fingers over the tip of his cock as he thrust back and forth. His warm hands enclosed around my wet breasts, lightly pinching my nipples into hardness and flicking over them teasingly. "We're not going to get anything done..." I began but my words were cut off as Daddy took hold of my right thigh and hiked it up, sliding his hot, pulsing shaft into my tight pussy. "Ahhh God, Chasey, I don't think I'll be able to get enough of you," he gasped into my ear. "Fucking your tight little cunt...I wanted you for so long, baby." "Yes, Daddy!" I cried, reaching back and wrapping my arms around his neck. The feel of his thick cock in my pussy was like heaven; I still couldn't quite believe I was having sex with my father. He pumped in and out of me until he was gasping for release, his fingers rubbing my clit in fast, firm circles. I came again for the third time that night, my pussy muscles squeezing around his member, milking him for more of his seed. He shot another hot load in my grasping vagina, slamming his cock hard inside me as he unloaded. As our breathing slowed, he lowered my lifted leg to the shower floor, his penis slowing slipping out. I sighed in contentment and set to my original plan, grabbing some liquid soap and squirting a good amount on a loofah. I turned to face Daddy and began to soap him up, taking my time over his toned chest and stomach. My father pushed back a few strands of wet hair from my cheek, his knuckle tracing along my jawline as he smiled at me. "You know, you never told me you weren't a virgin." He said quietly. I avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry." "No, Chasey, I didn't meant it that way," he tilted my chin upwards to meet his probing green eyes. "I'm just sad you couldn't tell me when you decided to start having sex." "Well...I couldn't..." I blushed. "Why not?" "Daddy, it's not exactly something you just come out and say." "I'm your father, you can tell me anything." He insisted. "So at any time I could've come out and say 'Daddy, I want to have sex with you'?" I said with a grin, and crouched in front of him to scrub down the length of his strong thighs and calves. It was his turn to blush. "That's different." I smiled and stood, handing him the loofah. He gave me an irresistible, dimpled grin and began running it up and down my arms in small, light circles. "God, you're beautiful." He murmured, smoothing it over one upturned breast and then the other, teasing my pink nipples into hardness. "How many men have you been with?" Looking up, I was surprised to see a flicker of jealousy in his green eyes. "That's not important." I said elusively. It wasn't that I had been with that many men; this was more of he was my father. "Did you care about them?" "Of course, in some way." He sighed. "I wish you could've told me." "What about you?" I asked. "How many women have you been with since...mom?" "Just one," he replied with a smile. "My daughter. Jesus, that sounds terrible..." I silenced him with my mouth over his, slipping my tongue inside to taste my father. How he couldn't have been with any women since mom with how handsome he was I couldn't quite figure out, but I was glad. My soapy breasts pressed against his chest, and I felt the familiar tingle of lust shoot through my moist pussy as he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me tightly to his warm, wet body. We nuzzled against each other, enjoying the sensation of our wet skin rubbing together. "I'm turning into a prune." I giggled, letting go to glance at my fingers. We finished up in the shower and got out, laughing like teenagers as we dried each other off. Only a few days ago I was frustrated and unhappy; now I wondered how I ever could've been unhappy just having my father around. I followed him into his bedroom and nabbed another one of his work shirts, briefly leaving him to slide on a pair of black bikini panties and meeting him at the top of the staircase. "There's just something about a girl when she wears a man's shirt," He said appreciatively, his green eyes sweeping over my body. I sucked in my breath, as I looked him over clothed in a pair of navy blue pajama bottoms that sat low on his slim hips and wondered how anyone could look so good in a pair of pajamas. We headed downstairs and popped in a movie settling comfortably on the couch together. When I felt his arms slip around my waist and pull me close to him, a million different thoughts went through my head: how safe and secure I felt, how I had ached for this again since I was young, and how much I didn't want it to end. I tilted my head backwards to look at my father and smiled. "I love you." He smiled back and hugged me a little tighter. "I love you too, baby."