DADDY'S GIRL
(Mf, Mmf, oral, inc)Saturday morning, after an illicit Friday night tryst, Mindy is confronted by her dad...
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Mindy was miffed by the time Friday rolled around. Mark wasn't exactly ignoring her as they had screwed several times in the boiler room since their first tryst, but they were more of a slam-bam-see-you-later fuck rather than anything she really wanted. If it weren't for Mr. Wilkes and Mr. Vickers screwing her brains out after school in Wilkes' back room, she might have been more upset with Mark. The latest slight was Mark's sudden adherence to Coach's rule of abstaining from sex before a game, and that left her horny as could be, especially the way her tits ached. By the time she'd gotten home on Friday afternoon it was a relief to get rid of her almost new, but suddenly too tight bra, that had tormented her all day.
At the dinner table that night, she noticed that her parents were still at war. Not that anything was said; indeed it was the icy silence between them that made things so tense. Her dad surprised her when he asked if she was going to the football game that night. She really hadn't thought about it, especially since Mark hadn't offered to take her, and she had pretty much blown it off.
"Why don't I drop you off," her dad offered. "I'm sure you can hook up with Mark or find somebody to drop you off at home afterwards." She thought about that and decided to take him up on the offer, as it had more promise of fun than staying home alone tonight while her mom and dad went out separately.
Naturally her mother gave her the inspection before she was allowed to leave the house. Wanda's main concern was the weather, it was chilly, and she had to be sure Mindy was properly dressed, so as not to get too chilled sitting in the stadium. Indeed, Mindy had on a wool hat, a pair of jeans, sneakers with socks and wore a warm ski jacket. Wanda never bothered to check if she was wearing a bra.
Characteristically, her dad was mostly silent as he drove to the high school stadium, dropping her off near the entrance and then driving away as soon as she disappeared into the crowd.
The game had already started when she climbed up into the stands. Looking about, she really didn't see anyone she wanted to sit with, so she took a seat by herself. Not surprisingly, what was going on down on the field made no sense to her whatsoever, and as she sat alone, she began to regret coming at all. Not only was it boring, it was cold. She could have been warm at home, watching a movie on HBO.
Suddenly someone sat next to her. In a deep voice she heard, "Well, hello, doll." Turning she saw a burly man sitting next to her; he looked vaguely familiar. After a brief moment she recognized him and then blushed.
"Oh, hi, Mr. Tremble," she replied remembering him in his office at the skating rink, watching as Mark buggered her on his desk and remembering how the man had had jacked off on her.
"Mind if I sit with you?" he asked.
"No, not at all."
"Great... Say, are you here alone?"
"Hmmm, yes."
"So am I," he replied before suddenly jumping up and hollering, "Go boy! Go!" as the crowd yelled in excitement.
"No, no, no!" he suddenly shouted, then he sat down, muttering, "Fuck!"
"Did something happen?" Mindy asked Mike's dad as he sat, shaking his head in dismay and muttering obscenities.
"Yeah! You didn't see that?"
"See what?"
"Mike caught a pass, took three steps, was hit and coughed up the god damned football. The Wildcats recovered the fumble and fucking scored a touchdown."
"Is that bad?"
"Are you for real?"
The scowling face left it perfectly clear that Mr. Tremble was not pleased; not pleased at all. Mindy thought it best just to pretend that she was watching the game. She watched the Wildcats kickoff to the Purple Knights. For a while it seemed to be going well for the Knights. Suddenly the Knights punted the ball and was fielded cleanly by the Wildcats. Even Mindy knew that what was happening was not good for her team as the receiver ran the ball back for another touchdown. That didn't help Mr. Tremble's mood, not at all.
Things went from bad to worse for the Knights. Mindy was coping as best she could with the cold. But despite her ski jacket, just sitting she was getting chilled. By the middle of the second quarter her teeth were chattering.
Tremble looked over at her and saw her viably shaking. "You're freezing," he said as he vigorously rubbed her thigh. "Come with me and we'll get you warmed up in the van."
"Wha... what about the... the game," she managed.
"This isn't a game... this is a fucking disaster," he replied.
"C'mon, honey pot. We aren't gonna miss anything but the heartache." Tremble stood and helped her stand. Then she followed him out of the stadium and into the parking lot to a fancy conversion van.
Once inside, Tremble started the engine. It took a few minutes, but eventually hot air was being blown into the interior of the van. In the meantime, Tremble folded the back seat down and pulled out several blankets from a storage compartment. "C'mere and get under these blankets," he told her. When she did, he crawled under too and hugged her to his body. Soon, even before the interior of the van had warmed up, Mindy was warm and cozy.
Tremble nuzzled into her neck and kissed her softly, "You know," he whispered as he kissed her, "ever since I saw you naked on my desk with Mark's dick up your asshole, I've been thinking about you."
Unsure as how to handle the situation, Mindy didn't say a word, she just lay snuggled up against the older man as his big hands found their way inside her ski jacket. "No bra," he whispered as his hand cupped her tit, "I like that."
Mindy had no illusions as to where this was headed, especially after he took her hand and guided it to his erect cock that was sticking out of his pants. Her hand gently closed around the stiff hot organ and she began squeezing it and sliding in her hand.
"You know, it's counter-intuitive," he whispered in her ear as be nibbled, "but we'll both be warmer if we get out of these clothes. They just hold in the moisture and that makes you cold."
Mindy made no effort to help, but also made no protest as Mike's dad began to strip her naked while keeping her under the warm blankets. Once he had her nude, Tremble stood and stripped down, then crawled in with her again. Hugging the young teen girl to him from behind, skin to skin, he said, "See, isn't that better?"
To Mindy's surprise, it was warmer and more comfortable being naked under the blankets with him, warmer and deliciously naughty, especially with his bare erect cock nestled into her equally bare buns.
He resumed necking with her, nibbling and kissing the small of her neck, kissing and nibbling on her ears. That alone was enough to get her ardor up, but with his big rough hands tenderly caressing her tits, it was more than enough to get her hips moving, grinding her butt into his hard dick.
She heard him whisper, "You're hot to trot, baby, and so am I. Tell you what; how about you and me doing a little old fashioned in-and-out? No need to answer, honey pot, I'm going to fuck you anyway."
Suddenly Mindy was on her back and Mike's dad was on top and in between her legs, legs that automatically spread wide to receive him. Then he was inside her, deep inside, grinding his cunt-loving dick into her vagina so deep that he was mashed up against her cervix. "I just love a girl who loves to fuck," he told her looking down into her eyes. "You like to fuck, baby?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Yes, I love to fuck. Fuck me good, Daddy, fuck me good."
"Does your daddy fuck you, darling?" he asked as he began to move inside the young slut.
"No," she whispered in reply.
"Well, with a girl like you, he should. Hmmmmm, you have a nice pussy, baby, very nice pussy. Best of all you know what it's good for."
"Fuck me, Daddy. Hmmm, yessss. God, your dick feels so good inside me. Fuck me." Mindy had no idea why she was calling him Daddy, other than she really didn't know what else to call him other than Mr. Tremble and that just didn't seem right under the circumstances.
Two hours later, after having sucked Tremble to another hard on, she and Mike's dad were still doing the mattress mamba, this time with the blankets discarded while she was energetically rode him, working her pussy up and down on Tremble's stiff prick.
Mike opened the passenger door of the van and felt a rush of hot air. Quickly he climbed in and shut the door. Hearing the racket in the back, he turned and saw the fornicating couple getting after it. He knew by the feet that it was his dad on the bottom, but from the backside in the dim light, he wasn't at all sure who the cunt was. He knew better than to interrupt his dad in the middle of fucking some woman, so he merely slid into the driver's seat, adjusted the mirrors and put the van in drive.
"Where to, Dad?" he called into the back.
Mike was somewhat surprised when his dad slipped into the passenger sit in his birthday suit. "That one's a wildcat," he said. "Let's take her out by the lake."
"Who is she?" Mike asked as he turned out of the nearly deserted parking lot and pulled onto the highway.
"Uhhhh, beats me. Fuck, I dunno know... What's-her-name. You know, that girl Mark was buggering in my office."
"Mindy?"
"Is that her name?"
It was late, very late when Mike and his dad dropped her off at her house. She was thankful that the house was dark when she let herself in as she knew she looked a messed. Exhausted and creeping upstairs, she eschewed a shower fearing the noise might wake her mother or her father, if either of them were home. Instead, the happy and very satisfied fifteen year-old, slinked into her room, stripped and hit the sack. Within minutes, she was sound asleep leaking cum from her pussy and her asshole.
Ed was indeed home and heard the front door when his daughter came in around two thirty. Now that she was safe and sound and not in some emergency room, he was able to relax. Smiling to himself, he thought of Mark banging her into the wee hours in the backseat of his car. 'Have fun, baby?' he thought to himself with a grin.
As was his custom, Ed rose fairly early in spite of it being Saturday. He trudged off to shower and shave and then wearing his boxers, he looked in on his slumbering daughter; she was lying on top of the covers, sprawled out a completely naked. His cock was rising and he whispered, "Damn," as he checked her out.
Easing her bedroom door closed, he softly walked to the master bedroom and peeked inside. The bed was empty and still made up. Knowing that Wanda didn't make it home last night and confident that she wouldn't come home any time soon, certainly not before noon, he went into the guest room and picked up the packet of special birth control/tit enlarger pills Dr. Tubbs had given his daughter. He had found them the night before, before Mindy had come home, in Mindy's top drawer.
Returning to Mindy's room, he stood by her bed and looked her over in detail in the morning light. There was crusty looking stuff in her hair, crusty looking stuff matting her pubes, crusty looking stuff on her tits, and crusty looking stuff coating her inner thighs. In addition there was a large stain on her sheets at hip level thighs and her inner pussy lips were still distended. It was obvious that she been fucked the night before, fucked good and fucked bare back.
More than anything, Mindy sensed a nearby presence. Opening her eyes, she saw her father standing beside her bed in his boxers. "Daddy?" she murmured. Suddenly she was aware of her nudity. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, becoming instantly more awake and grabbing the sheet to cover her body.
"Have fun last night, Pumpkin?" He hadn't called her "Pumpkin" in years, since she was a little girl.
"Ummm, yeah, I guess..."
"You guess? Honey, you look and you smell like a well used whore, not that being a well used whore is necessarily a bad thing." He then held out her wheel of birth control pills. "Good thing you started this or you'd be knocked up for sure."
He paused for moment before asking, "Where did you get these?"
Certain that he would explode at any moment, Mindy meekly replied, "Mommy took me to a doctor."
"Very good! I'm glad she did."
"But... Mommy said you'd be angry about it."
Ed snorted a little triumphant laugh. "If I want your mother to do something, I just have to tell her not to do it. Hell, you're growing up and it was pretty obvious to me that you'd be screwing some boy sooner rather than later. So I made a big fuss about not giving you a license to screw and viola, she put you on the pill, if for no other reason than to spite me. You'd think she just do it to protect you, but... as screwed up as that is, I do know how to get your mother to do things she might be otherwise slow to accomplish."
"Then you're happy about it?"
"Hey, sex and screwing is whole lot of fun. Everyone does it... eventually. You're a hot little number, sweetie and I figured you'd soon open the magic bottle."
"You're not mad about last night?"
"That you fucked that boy? Hell, no! Looks like he fucked you good too, like a girl should be fucked."
Her father continued, "Let me ask you something, Pumpkin. Now that Mark's been balling you, tell me this... Do you fuck him because you are in love with him, or do you fuck him because you like to fuck?"
"Daddy!"
"Don't daddy me! You come in after being with him and I can smell the sex, both on you and on your breath. It's really a simple question, but let me restate it. Do you fuck and suck him for love, or do you fuck and suck him for your love of dicks?"
"Why are you asking this?" she asked.
"Simple... the other morning you walked in on me while I was naked and shaving, just like you walked in on me several other times last week. You knelt down pretending to be looking for something in a drawer and your face was inches from my cock. You were looking right at my cock and I swear, I thought you about to suck my dick. Boy, was I disappointed! So tell me, baby, is that what you were thinking, but didn't know if I'd let you?"
"Would you?"
"Damned, right I'd let you blow me! Oral sex isn't the same as having intercourse. It's just fun, if both parties are willing."
Mindy hesitated, still unsure of her father's intentions and therefore how she should reply. Seeing the hesitation, his hand went to the snaps of his boxers and down his boxers went to the floor, revealing his hard-on in all its glory.
He then pulled the covers back telling her, "I want to look at you." Mindy watched her father's eyes wander over her nudity, still not sure of his true intentions.
"You've got nice tits, Mindy. Maybe it's the clothes you've been wearing, or maybe you're growing, but I don't recall you having such nice tits."
"I'm growing, Daddy and thank you for noticing."
"No, thank you for sharing them with your old man.
"Now answer me. Do you fuck that boy because you love him, or do you fuck him because you love his dick?"
"Ummm, Mark and I have broken up... I think."
"You think? Who were you out with last night?"
"Ummm, Mike," she replied conveniently forgetting to mention Mike's dad.
"Who is Mike?"
"His dad owns the Roller Palace skating rink."
"You now love Mike or Mike's dick?"
Mindy snickered at her dad's directness. "Okay, I don't love Mike, but I do like his dick."
"That's a good answer. You're too young to be in love, but you are old enough to be in lust."
He then moved onto the bed, and kneeling on his knees, putting his cock close to his daughter's face. "Tell, me this... do you like my cock, sweetheart?"
Mindy looked at her daddy's cock, so near and so available and felt a tingle in her tummy. 'Do I dare?' she asked herself. Looking up at her father's face she saw him gazing down at her, waiting for her, yet not pressing her to do what she so wanted to do. She looked back at the yummy prick with its bead of precum gathered at the slit. Looking back up into her father's eyes, she leaned forward and planted an open mouth kiss on the weeping head. Then abandoning all restraint, she slid the entire head into her mouth.
Ed moaned in salacious pleasure as Mindy began giving her father a blowjob, taking more and more of his shaft into her hot mouth and lashing the underside with her tongue. "Oh, fuck, Pumpkin. That feels so incredible!" Hearing her father's praise, Mindy set about to give him the best blowjob of his life.
It was wonderful for her too, the feel of the hard, thick cock in her mouth, the slippery feel and salty tang of his precum as it dribbled forth from his prick.
"You're good, baby. Really good. Damn! You sure can suck a dick!"
Naturally she couldn't vocally reply, but she could reply with renewed enthusiasm for sucking her daddy off. It was so naughty, and that made it so extra good.
Ed prided himself with great staying power and control over his ejaculation. Not today. It was just too erotic to see and feel his dick sliding in and out of his daughter's talented mouth to last very long and it came upon him too quickly to be able to do anything about it, but the tingling in his cock became too intense and nothing was going to stop him busting his nut.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," he whispered as the sweet agony built to his climax. His hands grabbed her head and held her onto him as the lights faded and his vision grayed while the overwhelming sweetness of sexual release swept him away.
Mindy felt her father's cock swell in her mouth and then felt the surge of thick semen pulse up through his cock tube to flood her mouth. She gulped and swallowed as Ed released a torrent of cum into his daughter's voraciously sucking maw. Again and again his thick dick pulsed, blasting spermy wads into her mouth, until the blasts became mere pulses, delivering only a dribble of his nut juice. Pulling his now hypersensitive prick from her mouth, Ed swiped his dick across the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks, painting her face with his last remaining dribbles.
"That was fantastic, Pumpkin," he praised as he smeared his cum over her face with his now soft cock. "Damn, you really know how to please a man."
The moment having passed, Mindy suddenly felt guilty for giving into her baser desires. Yes, she did love sucking a dick and drinking cum, but her own daddy? That was wrong, so very wrong. Or was it? Would he fuck her too?
Suddenly her dad's head snapped around and looked toward Mindy's bedroom door. He looked back down at her. "Your mom!" he whispered. "She's home! Quick, go get a shower!" Bending down he picked up his boxers and quickly slipped back into the guest room. He heard the shower running and a moment later, heard his wife walking down the hallway to the master bedroom. She was humming a tune.
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