Youth & Experience

After several minutes, I found myself at the airport. I pull into the exit, drove into the parking lot, and began looking for my daughter's car. My daughter drives a '96 red Grand Cherokee. I began searching up the aisles looking for her car and finally located it. I parked next to her and after turning off the engine, we both got out and went to meet each other.

As I turn to face my daughter, my jaw dropped. Sam looked stunning. She was wearing a black leather form fitting jacket, a tight white silk shirt, some very slimming navy blue jeans, her hair was in the most adorable ponytail, and her lips were a delectable shade of ruby red. I gulped hard when I saw her, and I began to get a powerful stirring in my groin.

"Hey, daddy."

She came over to hug me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. I tried to move my hips so she wouldn't feel my erection, but it was a futile gesture.

"Boy, someone is sure happy to see me this morning."

"Sam!"

She unwrapped herself from around me.

"Oh, come on, dad. Relax. Besides, it makes me feel good about myself. I need the encouragement from men that I look attractive. Honestly, I find you to be attractive, even if you are my father."

I nodded. I understood her little game. She was trying to do for me what I was unintentionally doing for her. I guess she just needed some encouragement as I did as well.

"You're right, baby. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't mean you want to fuck me, does it?"

I shook my head.

She smiled. "Good. Although to be fair, if you weren't my father..."

My dropped jaw as my daughter playfully smiled at me.

"I remember one time you were working outside and saw you without your shirt on. Not trying to be awkward dad, but whoo," then she began to fan herself as if she was getting hot, all with that playful smile on her face.

I chuckled at my playful minx of a daughter as we went to the back of our vehicles to get my luggage, as my mind raced with the thought that this would be a interesting vacation neither of us would forget.

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As we walked to our gate, I saw many young men checking out my daughter as she walked passed. Many of them did double takes or raised their eyebrows at her. I wasn't sure if I should say something or give them a dirty look, but I thought about what Sam said earlier. She needed the encouragement. I walked on.

Sam seemed to like the attention and began swaying her hips more provocative at the other guys. It unintentionally got my attention and the familiar sensation in my groin began to start again. What the fuck was wrong with me. This was my daughter, and yet, I was lusting for her as I did for her mother more than 20 years earlier.

We had some time before our plane boarded, so we took our seats and waited for our call to board. I was very tense as I still was hard for my daughter while she began looking at a magazine to pass the time.

My daughter sensed I was tense, so she decided to break the ice.

"Dad?"

"Huh?"

"You okay?"

I nodded. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I would be clearly uncomfortable if I have a massive boner in my pants, too."

"Sam!"

"What?"

"That is not appropriate behavior, young lady."

"What are you going to do, Dad? Spank me?"

She smiled in a very flirty way at me, but I was just baffled by this side of my daughter.

"Why is this so hard?"

Sam went back to her reading as she said one last thing.

"That's what she said."

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We were on the plane now. I was sitting in the aisle seat while she had the window seat. Sam had never traveled by plane before and she wanted to looked at the view below. We had been flying for four hours when my daughter turned to look at me.

"Dad, do you want to look out the window?"

I shook my head at her.

"Dad, don't you hate to fly?"

I nodded.

"So, why are you doing it? I mean, we could had just traveled by car."

"I know. But honestly this is supposed to be a vacation. This is a time to relax. We can't really relax if we are driving there."

"True."

"Plus, I choose to not let my fears rule me."

She nodded and turned her head back to the window. Then, she turned back to me and asked, "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we letting our fears rule right now? I mean, instead of dealing with our problems, we are just going on vacation, leaving Stanley and Mom behind."

I considered her words for a moment, then answered.

"Well, sweetie, right now, we are coping with our problems in a way that is healthy and beneficial for us. You are not weak for dealing with you problem this way. Right now, you are confused and angry. You need time to get away from him, or you might do something you might regret. Some problems we can't stop as soon they reveal themselves. Sometimes, we have to set them aside and deal with them when are emotionally ready to deal with them."

She nodded and asked, "So, when will I be ready to deal with this?"

I shook my head. "I don't know, sweetie. Only you can figure that out."

She nodded and turned her head back to the window.

I couldn't wait for us to get there. I couldn't stand to see Sara this way.

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We finally landed hours later. We got our carry on bags, went to baggage claim to get our heavier luggage, and begin to leave the airport. Both Sam and I rushed to the bathroom to pee, as we really had to go.

"Dad, can we change our clothes? This weather will be murder to me in this outfit."

I agreed with her and we went into the restrooms to do our business. I came out of the bathroom about 7 minutes later wearing a blue wife beater, some light brown shorts, brown sandals, and a Hawaiian type shirt over my wife beater. Apparently, I got some glances from older women around my age, making me feel very good about myself.

About three minutes later, my daughter came out and my jaw dropped as low as fucking possible. My daughter was wearing a form fitting orange spaghetti-strap tank top that barely covered her stomach, which lead to some of the shortest jean shorts I've ever seen. Leading down those long as fuck legs, she was wearing blue sandals, which allowed me to see her cute feet and those luscious blue painted toenails.

"Dad, you can stop drooling now."

I gathered myself and watched her walked to the door.

"By the way, I believe I had the better view, dad."

I blushed.

We walked outside and signaled for two cabs so we could get all our stuff. I took one cab and she took the other as we off to the beach house.

About an hour later, we arrived at the beach house. My daughter had never been there before, and she was clearly impressed.

"Wow. It's bigger than I thought it would be. You built the house yourself, right?"

"Most of it. I had some help, but mostly it was me. I provided the wood and nails, though."

She smiled. "Awesome."

We paid our drivers, got our luggage, and walked inside the house. As we walked up into the house, I let her know about the guest bedroom at the rear left of the house. That is where she would sleep.

We dropped our stuff into the rooms. I decided to go swimming, so I stripped down in the bathroom and changed into my swimming trunks. After I was done with that, I went to check on my daughter. She was laying on her bed, clearly tired from the flight. My daughter didn't travel well.

"Hey, baby. I am going swimming. Will you be okay in here?"

She nodded. I was walking away from her room when she called my name.

I turned to face her. She came over to me and gave me a big hug.

"Thanks for this, dad."

"No problem, sweetie."

She hugged her closer to me. I felt such a closeness to her in that moment. It was just her and me in that moment. It was so perfect. We broke apart. Then, she giggled.

"Looks like daddy has finally calmed down now. What's wrong, dad? Not doing it for you anymore?"

I decided to get her back for all the constant flirting we had done today.

"Well, give me something else to look at and it might go back up. Maybe if you got..."

She smiled. "Got what, daddy?"

I took the risk. "How about you get naked?"

My daughter's jaw playfully dropped and she went, "So, daddy want to see me naked, huh? Well, going to have to think long...and hard...about that."

I choked on air at her comment. She just happily giggled and I caught myself and eventually started laughing too.

I left her to her room after that and went to the ocean to take a swim. If I would have known what would happen in the next few minutes, I would have stayed inside.

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I had been swimming for about 45 minutes at this point in my tale. I was doing reps to work on my arms and chest and on my tenth rep, I began to worry about my daughter. I decided to go see her. I swam back to shore, dried myself off with my towel, and walked back inside. I made my way to my daughter's room and stopped dead in my tracks.

There was my daughter, and she was not at all sleeping. Instead, her eyes were closed, she was naked as the day she was born, and she was fingering her pussy as erratic as possible.

I couldn't believe what I was saying. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I took in my daughter's beautiful naked body. Her breasts were full and luscious, topped with some delicious looking nipples. Her stomach was so soft, toned and slender. And that pussy was completely shaven and juicy.

I couldn't stand it. I had to join her. I stripped off my shorts and went over to her bed, my erect cock harder than it had ever been.

"Stanley. Oh, Stanley. I miss your cock."

"I really hate that bastard."

Sam's eyes shot open and she gasped. When she saw meet, her expression relaxed and she smiled.

"Hi, daddy."

"Hi, baby. Having fun?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to think about him anymore. But I'm so horny and I haven't fucked in two weeks."

I nodded. "Have you only see his cock?"

She nodded. "I have never seen another one. Not a real one, anyway."

I stood up and exposed myself from her to see. She gasped loudly.

"Whoa! It's bigger than Stanley's ever was."

I smiled and got on top of my daughter. She looked really nervous, but made no effort to stop me as I moved between her long, luscious legs. I moved her fingers out of her cunt and replaced them with my own.

My daughter sighed and trembled as my fingers probed her incredibly warm, wet and tight tunnel.

I scooted closer to her body, so I could grope her incredible breasts with my free hand. She, in turn, took her right hand and slid it down my abs and six-pack while her left went behind my back.

"Oh, dad. We shouldn't be doing this."

Her right hand went further and further down until she engulfed my cock with it, and began stroking up as erratically as she could.

I decided to get her attention.

"Baby, are you aware where your hand is?"

She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Which one, daddy?"

"The right one."

"Uh-huh."

"Where is it?"

She said, in the most erotic voice I've ever heard, " It is on your huge fucking cock."

I threw my head back as she assaulted my cock with her hand as she close her eyes and bit her lip as I hammered her pussy.

Suddenly, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and dove my head between her legs. Just like that, I began to eat my daughter.

My daughter screamed.

"Oh, fuck, daddy! That feels so fucking good! Stanley hardly ever did this!"

I licked her cunt, alternating between slow and loving or fast and calculated. I teased every bit of her pussy, especially with her clit, which obviously made her the most excited.

"Oh, fucking lick that clit. I need it. Make me your hot and horny bitch. I need your tongue. Fucking tongue fuck my cunt."

I knew she about to cum, and when she did, it was glorious. She looked so much better than her mother cumming. Her mother gasped and sighed. Sam sighed, groaned, gasped, yelled and screamed at the pleasure. I had never seen anymore else cum like that. I was glorious.

"Fuck, that's good. Dad, I love you. It has never felt like this. Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!"

She had nine orgasms before the wave had stopped. As she came back down, her eyes found mine and she reached up and kissed me, not even caring if my juices were on my tongue.

My daughter's lips were like fire and ice: hot yet comforting. I loved my daughter, and this was just the final proof of that.

She broke the kiss and smiled at me. "Thanks, dad. For everything."

I decided to press my luck. "So, are we finished here?"

She smiled at me, "Why, dad? You want to fuck me now?"

I shrugged my shoulders. When I was eating her out, I want to fuck her bad. But now, when we had a moment to breathe, I was having second thoughts.

She chuckled at me. "Let me think about it, dad. It is a big step, dad. I will need some time to think, okay?"

I nodded. She got off of me and went to the bathroom. I guess she decided to take a shower to clean her pussy up. I decided to go to the living room to wait for her.

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As I sat there in the living room on my couch, I began to contemplate today's events in my head. I had licked her cunt for all its worth. If we continued from here, what would this mean for us? What would society think? What would our families think? And worse yet, what if she got pregnant? There were still many things to consider...

"Dad?"

"In here, baby."

Sam came in wrapped in a long white towel, her body still wet from her shower. She still looked glorious.

"So, did you think about it?"

Sam stared at me and took a minute to find her words.

"Let me ask you something, Dad. Do you really think I'm sexy?"

All I did was stand up and pointed to my erect cock.

"Baby, that's all because of you."

"Dad, don't kid me right now. I am really vulnerable right now."

I took a minute, then told her exactly how I felt.

"Sweetie, I have admired you for years. You have grown up into a beautiful young woman, inside and out. I still want to be your father, but I also really want to fuck your brains out."

She smiled and threw her towel down.

"All I needed to hear."

That beautiful body walked over to me and she got on her knees.

"You pleased me, daddy. Now, it's my turn."

She engulfed my cock with her tongue and managed to get her entire mouth on it. Sucking me like a phallic popsicle, she bobbed her cute little head up and down on my cock like a pro. All throughout the experience, only one thought went through my head: my son-in-law was an idiot.

"Baby, that feels incredible."

"I have been wanting to do that for years."

My eyes shot open and I looked at my daughter with curiosity.

"You mean, all that flirting..."

She stopped sucking and looked at me. "I meant every word. I have been hot for you since I was 17. Remember when I mentioned the shirtless working outside thing?"

I nodded.

"Since then, I have been so turned on by you. You looked so much better than Stanley. You are a real man, unlike that little prick."

"So why did you marry Stanley?"

She moved her head down. "Because society would never accept us."

I lifted her up and looked dead in her eyes.

"Fuck society, baby."

She smiled at me.

"Can you just fuck me instead?"

She pushed me down on the couch, then she moved her body on my lap and grabbed my erect cock and lined it up with her pussy.

"Sam."

She looked at me.

"If we do this, there is no going back. Everything will change. We won't..."

I didn't finish that sentence as Sam slammed her body down on my cock.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, ma'am."

Her pussy felt glorious on my cock. It had felt great on my fingers, but nothing compared to my 7 inches pounding her mercilessly.

"Am I tighter than mommy?"

"No fucking comparison, baby."

Sam was slamming her body down on my cock with a speed I had never experienced before. I engulfed her breasts into my mouth, saturating them with my tongue.

"Fuck daddy. Lick my breasts. Suck them. Lick them. Fucking bite them if you have to."

I decided 'what the hell' and bit down on her nipple. Not too hard, but enough to invoke a reaction.

"Damn, so fucking good."

I need to see her tight ass, so I asked if I could fuck her from behind. She happily obliged and turned to face her ass towards me.

It was the best ass ever. Nice and full, the skin incredibly luscious, and you smacked it, it bounced just enough. I slapped it several times as I fucked her pussy hard.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck my pussy hard. Make it raw, daddy. Spank my ass. Ooh! Ooh! Love it daddy,!"

"Oh, I love your hot fucking cunt. So fucking tight."

She surprised me as she made her cunt even tighter than I could conceive.

"Oh, fuck, Sam!"

"How much do you love it now?"

"We should have fucked sooner."

Sam chuckled at that and we continue our fucking, me fucking as hard as I could and she meeting back every thrust as fast and happily as I was.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum!"

"Me, too, baby!"

"Make me cum first, then shoot your fucking load all over me!"

Damn, she knew just the right thing to say. I pounded her cunt a few more times until I felt her cunt squeeze like a vise on my cock, and she came with an total of eleven orgasms for my viewing pleasure. Her screams were music to my ears, if they were extremely vulgar.

"Oh, fuck me, daddy. No one makes me cum like you. Not that fucking prick Stanley. My cunt belongs only to you. Anytime you want to fuck this pussy, it's yours. I love your cock, I love how you slap my ass, Love how you...fucking shit, dad...making me cum like an teen again. Love you, daddy!!"

I had all I could take. I reluctantly pulled my cock from her pussy and she turned to face it. I lasted only a few seconds and shot all over my daughter's face, breasts, stomach and legs. I sat on the couch, too exhausted to continue.

My daughter gathered the cum off her breasts and licked it clean.

"So, that was dinner, what about dessert?"

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I awoke the next morning expecting her to be there next to me, but she was nowhere to be found. I looked all over the house for her, and I even looked outside. Suddenly, I found her. She was naked, standing outside, looking at the sunrise.

"Hey, baby."

She turned to face me and let me wrap my arms around her.

"It's beautiful."

"Yes, this is."

She playfully nudged me. "Not us. This. It is so beautiful here. I wish we could live here."

I nod. "Sadly, it would be extremely pricey. But we could make it work."

"Now is not the time, though."

I shot her a look. "What do you mean, baby?"

She sighed. "I am going to go back to Stanley and tell him I want a divorce."

"Good for you, baby."

"Remember the discussion on the plane?"

I nod.

"I have been thinking about it nonstop since we arrived. It's why I ultimately decided to have sex with you. You can't live in fear, and I don't plan to. Only one problem."

"What?"

"Well, after I divorce Stanley, it will just me on my own. I need to learn to be on my own. Just for a while until I get on my feet. I have to get a house and a job. I need to do this myself. Because of that, we can't see each other sexually for a while."

I nod, but the news is hard to take. "Baby, we just started all this."

"Dad, we have the entire week. Don't worry. I just can't be around you when we get back. Too much of a distraction."

"You just could live with me."

She shook her head.

"I have to learn to be independent. I spent 18 years depending on you and mom and then 8 with Stanley. I have never been on my own. We owe it to ourselves to give me the opportunity to allow me to try."

She was right. One thing about my daughter: once she had a goal in mind, she went all the way.

We spent a beautiful week together, then we spent some necessary, but still agonizing time apart. It was difficult and still is, but we will be together again. Father and daughter, nothing in our way.