Daddy-Daughter D.I.Y

Weighing his meaty cock in a meaty fist, John rocked his hips forward. His tip made first contact with the roving tongue.

"Mmmm!"

The wordless moan that originated from his hips made him jump slightly. He quickly ducked down to bring the hole to eye level again and rapped gently on the wall with his free hand.

The ravening tongue retreated, leaving a startled Amy in its place.

"Uh, what? Huh? Dad?"

"Yeah, hey sweetie." John grimaced. "That, uhh, that moan you did there was nice and all, I'm a big fan, really, but it was just a teensy bit loud? And I'd really rather not get caught here...?"

Biting down on her bottom lip, Amy nodded sagely. John decided to continue.

"Again, very nice. But discretion is needed." He gave her an encouraging smile. "I'm going to stand back up now."

Amy watched her daddy rise, face disappearing from view as he got back into position. She watched on in wonder as his cock loomed into place before her, swelling in her vision and in actuality.

Oh wow...

I mean, I did -just- touch it with my tongue a little. But this is my first time -seeing- it. Seeing daddy's big, fat cock...

Daddy rested himself against the wall, projecting himself deeply into Amy's space. She found herself leaning in and admiring the specimen on display. He was girthy, and even though he had to pass through the width of the wall, he seemed pretty long as well.

Amy didn't have a vast wealth of experience with penises. She's seen some online, or in pictures, or even printed on paper, but never one in person at this sort of proximity. She shifted ever so slightly closer on the bed, approaching from one side, her breath wafting across the expectant shaft.

It jumped. Amy squealed - but only softly! - and shuffled closer still. Her lips quivered mere millimetres from the turbid length. She could -smell- it; or at least, the scent of soap from his recent shower, mixed with... something else.

Whatever it was... she wanted more.

Lips made touchdown, wrapping their way around a portion of what her daddy had put on offer. Coming from the side, she was essentially just kissing the length of it, but she tried to keep something of a grip to prevent it from bobbing away.

Her tongue crept out, glazing the underside, and she moaned - quietly! - while leaning further in. This pushed her treat away, however, so her left hand rose to cup it from the far side and hold it in place.

With her newfound purchase, Amy resumed her assault, slathering her tongue across the smouldering flesh of her daddy's cock. She moaned - quietly! - but wish she could indulge... moan loudly for her daddy, let him know how much she loved this.

A questing thumb found his tip and Amy marvelled at the texture of it, the spongy flesh and the slick-wet sliminess of her daddy's pre-cum as it oozed out in fractious bursts. She serpentined her head, meandering her lips and tongue down toward the wall before retracing her steps, licking up the length of him up toward the tip.

She stopped, just as the corner of her lips made contact with the glans.

I wonder if he can feel me smile? If he can feel how much fun I'm having.

Then she repeated her action, tongue lashing up and down the base of her daddy's cock as her lips played along the side. As for the other, neglected, side, her fingers began a steady massage - squeezing intermittently to provide some mouthless comfort.

I hope you're enjoying this, Daddy.

I know I am...

Holy-moly. This is-! Jiminy Christmas!

John considered himself a relatively experienced man. He'd had a few girlfriends in his time, along with the odd one-night-stand or two. And his wife was still fairly active. They'd had four children, after all, and made time for the occasional date night.

Maybe it was just because oral sex wasn't as common as it might have been back in the day? Maybe it was the taboo of the practitioner? Maybe it was the wall, blocking off any other sense; limiting his awareness and stifling expectations? Whatever it was, it felt good!

He panted, palms planted on the wall before him, hips straining to keep him as firmly set against the wall as he could be. He thanked everyone and everything that it was possible to thank that Amy had had the foresight to make the hole large enough to accommodate his testes. It allowed him to drive himself just that little bit further, without any uncomfortable pinching or pressure.

Or maybe it wasn't foresight. Maybe it was luck? Driven by the size of the mess Amy'd made of her own wall rather than any savvy planning. He made a mental note to ask her, when they were done.

I'll need a lie down when I'm done. She's gonna -ugh- suck the life out of me!

In all fairness, she hasn't actually started sucking yet. This is all just... preamble."

Well if it keeps up I'm going to 'preamble' all over her bedroom floor!

Sudden, blessed relief afflicted him.

It was horrible.

Amy's mouth and had retreated, leaving him one again marooned in the chill air of her bedroom. He grunted, straining his hips against the plaster, cock bobbing slightly in its search for further stimulation. Then - a touch.

Fingertips alighted on his shaft, an inch or so along - just beyond the wall. Coming at him from both sides. It was hardly anything, but John revelled in it. He grunted once again, the fingertips steadying his beefswelling.

Then... immersion. Soft lips; a tongue, slipping forward, sliding deeper, warmer, more urgent. A wending, generous tongue, slavering from top to tip to base, only to revert its course and find some new avenue of attack - a mouth descending; sinking into place only to draw back at its deepest, retreating to the apogee before collapsing forward in a rush once more.

This isn't right. This can't be right. This can't be so good!

John was adhered to the wall, panting. His hips trembled from the strain of holding himself so flush against it. They also trembled from arousal, that couldn't be denied. And all this due to Amy.

My little girl. My princess. My sweet, seductive angel.

He couldn't help but think of her, kneeling on her bed with a merciless zeal twinkling in her eyes. Or maybe her eyes had drifted shut as she luxuriated in the act? What was she wearing? He'd caught a glimpse of a bare shoulder when he'd ducked down to speak with her, but that didn't mean all that much. Perhaps she was naked, her enthralling, palmable breasts bouncing as she engulfed him? Perhaps she was wearing one of those cute little off-the-shoulder tops that he'd never really minded before? He minded them now. He couldn't help but admire the allure of them.

But shoulder or no, he knew nothing of the rest of her outfit. Was she in those jean shorts? Panties? Naked below the waist? Were her fingers buried in herself, plundering her depths in time with the pleasuring of his cock? An involuntary shiver ran through him, propagating freely as it went.

What was she doing over there, aside from giving him the best blowjob of his life?

Eyes closed, head bobbing, and fingers buried in herself - plundering her depths in time with the pleasuring of her father's cock, Amy was revelling in her first blowjob experience.

I didn't know it could feel so good... Having daddy in my mouth... So warm... So tasty.

Amy drove herself forward once again, taking daddy deeper. Two fingers - no, three fingers now - her daddy deserved that much - worked their way inside her. She didn't moan, but she whimpered. Small, muffled whimpers, one after the other as she took her daddy as far as she could, rocking back and forth, rolling her torso as her fingers danced within her.

She felt hot. Butterflies danced in her stomach, agitated by the motion of the fingers in her pretty pussy. She felt... she felt...

I feel... *!*

With a jerk and a judder, Amy's mouth was suddenly flooded with something hot, something salty. Amy swallowed, mouth latched in place around the generous faucet provided by her father; thick, sticky wads of delicious daddy-semen inundating her senses.

Each blast prompted another desperate swallow as she raced to outpace the flow he unleashed. Dimly, she heard him groan - audible through the wall, but muted by the sound of her own fervent groaning and the rush of her own orgasm.

And -did- she ever orgasm. Her tight cunny locked down upon her fingers, the muscles in her legs clenching and shivering with the overwhelming, feverish urge that overtook her. Her entire body tingled, sparked and fizzed with ecstasy. And she drank it too. Great salty loads of it.

But soon enough, it was spent.

She toppled backwards, falling back onto her ass and finally disengaging from the hot, spent nozzle drooping through the wall. She watched with lewd, half-lidded eyes as it too pulled away, leaving her seated in a discreet puddle of her pleasure as it soaked into her bedding.

Gonna have to... put down a towel next time. Ooooh, ~next time~.

The thought set off a little flurry of extra fireworks in her abdomen and she giggled.

"You alright over there, honey bunch?"

Daddy sounded -exhausted-. Amy couldn't see very much through the hole - daddy had closed his curtains and turned off the lights after all. But she could kinda tell that he'd sat himself down alongside the whole. His voice seemed to be emanating from off to one side, so she moved to mimic it. Her bare skin shivered as she rested her back up against the wall and took a long breath.

"Yeah dad. That was... wow. I really enjoyed that."

"Yeah." There was a pause. "I really enjoyed it too. That was great."

Amy giggled again, slightly giddy. It was nice to get a compliment.

"You know, if you could pass a message on to the mystery woman who did all that, I'd really appreciate it."

Her giggle leapt into a laugh. It was an effort to keep the volume down, but eventually she got it under control.

"Okay, daddy." She continued to chuckle. "But only if you tell that unknown stud that he has a -delicious- cock. And that the 'mystery girl' looks forward to sucking it off again."

Her daddy hummed ponderously. "Hmmm. Yeah. I'll let him know. But I think he's gonna need to have a lie down first. That girl really did a number on him."

She heard him start to shift.

"Daddy?"

The sound halted.

"Would you like to cuddle? I mean, if you could? I mean, I don't expect us to- I didn't think we'd like, leave our rooms, but... If we could cuddle... Would you?"

The sound started once more. On the far side of the wall, her daddy was on the move.

"Give me your hand, sweet pea."

His voice was clearer now - facing the hole more directly, maybe? She sat up and turned, reaching out toward the space that spanned the distance between them. She caught the briefest, inky glance of her father's face illuminated dimly across the way, then proffered her hand.

It passed through smoothly, with room to spare. On the far side, she met her fathers large, calloused palms.

He wrapped his fingers gently around her hand, and in the darkness she felt his lips alight it with a kiss.

"Amy-doll, if I could bundle you up in bed and snuggle you to sleep right now, I would do it in a heartbeat. But..."

I know... We can't- not really. But...

"Tell you what, cutie. You do well in your assignments? Maybe I could... swing a weekend away for the two of us. As a special treat. I think your Ma would go for that."

Amy sniffled. Tears sprung unbidden to her eyes. Her fingers tightened around her fathers and she squeezed in the affirmative.

"Amy, is that a yes? Honey, you can't just cry and squeeze my hands, I don't know what that means!"

He chuckled as he said it though.

"It's a yes, Daddy." She choked the words out, embarrassed by the emotion in her voice. "I love you, Daddy."

"Right. Good." Her hands received their own squeeze. "I love you too, honey-bunch."

He gave her hands another kiss on the knuckles, then released it. She drew it back bashfully, bringing it to her chin once it finished traversing the tunnel.

"I'm gonna put the photo back up, okay sweetie? You put up your poster again. Maybe sometime tomorrow I'll come by... attach some kind of latch on your side? So the frame can't move without you thumbing a catch or something..." He began to fade out, mumbling to himself. "Give us some extra security."

Amy sniffled happily and retrieved her bland boyband ex-crush, repositioning it carefully.

She heard her father's voice dimly through the wall.

"I'm gonna head to bed now sweetie. I'll be dreaming of you."

Then he rapped his knuckles twice in farewell and moved away.

Amy rolled, crawling under her covers - exhausted. And as she slipped to sleep, she dreamed a dream of her daddy snuggling up behind her.

~Fin~