The House of Robles 1.3

Again, her dad pressured her head down. "Come on, girl. Did I scare you?"

Taking a serious gamble, Amanda brought her open mouth down on her father's cock. He was setting the tempo this time, as he slowly guided her head's motion.

"See, slow down a little bit. Take it easy." He cooed.

She was doing it. She was blowing her own father, and he didn't even know it. And if she played things right, he wasn't going to find out, either.

Just the thought of what she was doing gave her chills, and suddenly, she wondered what it would be like to go all the way with him. He'd be fucking her with that giant piece of lumber, and he wouldn't even realize who she was until it was too late.

Except, her body wasn't anything like Carmela's. Her sister-in-law was so much taller than Amanda, and her tits were so much bigger. And her voice was completely different, too. She couldn't say anything, or let his hands roam around too much, or he'd know right away it wasn't Carmela lying on the couch with him.

Pablo, on the other hand, was having his own erotic ideas. "Bring your ass over here." He started sitting up on the couch, and bringing his legs together.

Amanda had to act fast. She squirmed over her father's legs and climbed back on in reverse. Now, she was in the classic sixty-nine position. She pressed her chest close to Pablo's lower abdomen, hoping he wouldn't be able to reach around and encounter her smaller-than-Carmela's tits, and quickly resumed with her blowjob.

This left her ample butt sticking out in the open, and a second later, she felt one of her dad's hands feeling all over it.

"You're wearing shorts today." His hands caressed the curve of the soft cotton. "What happened to those fancy threads you had on last time?"

His fingers didn't wait too long to proceed, as they ran around her butt and peeked under the fabric. They didn't stop there either, as they pushed past her panties, and prodded around a bit, before they plunged deep into Amanda's pussy. Two thick fingers were soon boldly pushing in and out of her, and Amanda discovered that she was getting so turned on she almost forgot about the blowjob.

"Umf!" Amanda squealed, keeping her mouth tight around the captive cock so her dad wouldn't hear her distinctive voice. But the pleasure was so intense that she felt as if she were about to cum all over his hand. "Ummmm!"

Amanda had to finish him off quick, before she opened her mouth and shouted her identity all over the room. She clamped her lips hard on his cock, and sucked at it just the way her boyfriend liked it. It had to work!

And it did. Pablo's fingers paused from their frenzied thrusting, and she could feel him squirm and start to moan as she brought him to the edge of orgasm. But then, his fingers started up again, and it became a race to see who would explode first.

She sucked away savagely, releasing loud smacks of air that echoed throughout the rec. room, even after she heard her dad's loud groan of surrender. He popped like a champagne bottle, spitting white hot lava all across her face and neck, as she'd barely had enough time to avoid catching the goo full in her mouth. Amanda buried her face between his thigh and his groin, driving her tongue into the sweaty crevice there and further heightening Pablo's climax, and fervently, she hoped he'd continue shoving his fingers into her pussy and bring her to her own peak.

He did, stroking his fingers into her so harshly that her head was driven between his thigh and his balls, and each time the hot digits barged in, they slammed the right sensors and set her insides on fire, until she yelled into his thigh and announced the arrival of her climax.

The fingers kept pressuring her, and she kept on yelling and squealing, and she forgot all thoughts of anonymously abandoning that huge cock and instead wanted it shoved so far inside of her until she couldn't fit any more of it in.

Like a cat, Amanda shifted around, mounting her dad and hoping he'd reach down and guide that missile exactly where she wanted it to go.

His hands groped her ass, and roamed across her sides, and she could feel one of them reaching down between her legs, straining aside her shorts and panties, and aiming that big cock in her direction. There was a short pause, when the older man's other hand reached up and squeezed roughly at her left breast, until the fingers clamped around it like a vise.

And then Pablo's movements stopped.

Amanda's hips bucked back, pushing enticingly against his gripped cock, offering her body willingly, ardently, to the massive erection, and it was only then that she realized she was still moaning out loud.

And her dad was listening to her. "Amanda?"

"Just go for it!" She demanded excitedly. "Do it! I know you want to!"

There must have been horror in his face as he asked, "Amanda, is that you?"

She held her tongue.

There was a sudden flurry of motion, as Pablo's strong hands pushed her away, towards the end of the couch. And Pablo, stunned, just lay there with his thighs around Amanda's outstretched legs, and his cock still dangling perilously close to her pussy. He started shifting into a sitting position.

Amanda tried to wrap her legs around him, wanting him closer, wanting him in her. "Dad, I don't want you to stop!"

Pablo drew back, shoving her attentive legs away. "What the hell are you thinking? How could you do this?"

If she turned her back on him, he'd fuck her. It didn't matter that she was eighteen, and that he was forty-four, or that she was his daughter. He'd pull her shorts off and fuck her from behind, because he'd feel her gorgeous ass and he wouldn't be able to resist it. And she wanted him to do it so badly.

Pablo could hear her shuffling around on the couch, felt her feet brush against his legs, and hoped she would just get off the couch and leave. And then, one of her feet settled against his inner thigh, and began rubbing itself towards his crotch. When he realized what she was doing, he grabbed at Amanda's leg and felt her calf with one hand, and when he reached out with the other, he felt the back of her leg, and a little further upward, he found her butt, so round and pleasing, and waiting impatiently for him to make the next move.

He was sitting up now, one knee on the couch, one leg on the floor. His cock was poised for immediate action, and as he absently ran his hand across those two tempting swells, and his fingers took in their fleshy contours, he could already see himself pulling her shorts down to her knees, and exposing her steamy sex, and he imagined himself positioned right behind her, and pressing against her. Both of his hands went to the waistline of her shorts, his fingers curling around the elastic band, the end of his rigid pole brushing against the soft fabric...

Amanda moaned softly from his touch.

But wait, this was his youngest daughter he was fantasizing about, and he wasn't about to commit such a heinous act with her, even if she wanted him to. Even if his own body wanted to! It was so wrong, so horribly wrong to even think it!

"No. I'm not doing this." He said, mustering up all the authority he could during such an awkward moment. Pablo clumsily left the couch and strode directly to the sliding door, trying to push away the harrowing thoughts of what had almost happened. He yanked away the curtain and pulled at the door handle, only then discovering that Amanda had locked it, and with more than a little anger, he flipped the locking lever up and shoved open the door.

A second later, he was gone.

Amanda took a seat on the couch, partially satisfied that she'd gotten away with as much as she had, but a little put out that her dad had halted things just when they were about to get a lot more interesting.

Still, she had plenty to brag about the next day at school, and her girlfriends would be talking enviously about it for weeks.

As for her dad, she wasn't ready to call it quits with him yet. She'd almost snared him, and perhaps with a little more enticement, she'd get him into such a state that he really wouldn't be able to walk away. More than any of the boys at school, or any of the older men she'd ever fantasized about sleeping with before, she wanted her father.

And one way or another, she meant to have him.