There are people that aren't supposed to read this sort of thing, all the usual disclaimer stuff, blah, blah, blah.......... You know who you are... Enough said.

I present for you review and enjoyment (I hope) a story I have
been working on for far to long. My writings are only partialy
fiction.
(I leave it to you, the reader, to decide which is which.)
I am wide open for USEFUL suggestions as far as style and scope,
as well as praise or criticism (please give me more than just "I
thought It Sucked).
pitmanracer23@yahoo.com

Thank you,
CPD

It was a dark and stormy night...

No, seriously... it was. That night my daughter and I decided
that we had had enough of crappy `early fall' weather and it was
a prime time for a little vacation featuring much needed fun in
the sun. As the storm raged outside we formulated a very loose
plan to travel the high desert and mining country, starting from
Seattle, winding toward Reno, and back west toward Northern
California.

The next morning she searched on-line for air fares and suggested
trip maps while I got my work plans and finances in order so that
the big machine would continue to run smoothly during our planned
2 week absence. A few short hours of phone time, work orders, and
credit card flashing, we were good to go. I told Chelsea to pack
light as the weather outside was going to be far more temperate
than at home and in the event that we didn't have appropriate
attire, would get what we needed when the need arose. I
appreciate that `packing light' for a 14 year old is a relative
thing, but she did manage to get her bag trimmed down to
something under the maximum allowable weight. I knew better than
to argue when, five days later, we were off to the airport.

We stepped off the plane in Seattle and into the first warm sunny
day we had seen in what felt like a very long time and instantly
both knew this was a good start. Impatient to get out of the
Metropolis, we turned our rental car south-east and roared off
away from the bright lights and on to begin our adventure. I had
deliberately rented a convertible because, hey, fun in the sun
was what this trip was all about! The top was down before we left
the parking garage, and Chelsea leaned her seat back in order to
get the best angle to the sun. Being as we were tired from our
flight and that it was getting late, we didn't get far, but a
leisurely two hours was far enough to allow us to spend a
beautiful evening in the shadow of Mt. Rainer.

The next morning dawned to less than impressive weather.
Torrential rain actually... With a heavy sigh Chelsea repacked
her bikini, we dressed and sped off hoping to out run the rain,
and we were successful. The Oregon border crossed us into blazing
sunshine and a much improved attitude in the car. "So" I asked
her, "Left or right? You pick." A quick toss of the coin later we
were headed west and off toward Crater Lake. Even at 70 mph with
the top down it was warmer than the average Alaskan was
completely comfortable with. Chelsea had unbuttoned her shirt and
wore it tied loosely under her boobs. I voted to remove my shirt,
despite the risk of a nasty burn, and instantly felt better. My
daughter proclaimed her jealousy, stating it was fine and dandy
for a guy to do that but not so much for a girl. I chided her
that if her modesty prohibited her from doing the same, that was
her own fault. (Just as a side note; my daughter is a great many
things but overly modest is not one of them.) After a quick
glance around, she untied the knot in the front of the shirt;
letting the tails flap in the wind, the sun's rays shining down
on her beautiful breasts as well as the cooling breeze. Most of
the traffic was east bound so she was able to surreptitiously sun
herself topless for many miles. Unable (or unwilling if you
prefer) to stop myself, I would reach over and give her gorgeous
boobs the occasional squeeze or rub. She would more than likely
respond with a squeeze of my crotch.
(Just for the benefit of any who have not read any of my previous
writings, my daughter and I have been lovers for a little over 3
years so this was not really an un-natural thing for us to do :)

As we approached Bend I allowed as how she might wish to rethink
her attire. Reaching around into the back seat, she rummaged
through her duffle and was rewarded with a lovely string bikini I
had got her. Thank you `Wicked Weasel'. She proceeded to don her
bikini as the outskirts approached and with the increase in
traffic there is no question more than one lucky commuter got an
eye-full of a naked 14 year old. When she had finished she
returned to her reclined position, continuing to draw lustful
stares as we passed other vehicles. This particular suit provided
fairly minimal coverage, depending on your definition of
`coverage'. It was a thong bottom with a very loose weave of
string making up a postage stamp size patch that covered her
pussy and an equally well ventilated bikini top that,
effectively, consisted of miniscule triangles of very loose gauze
which did little more than to barely cover her nipples. It took
all the concentration I could muster to keep focused on driving.

Following a quick stop for lunch in Bend I suggested we go for a
short hike in the Deschutes Forest to which she agreed. It felt
good to stretch our legs as we strolled along hand in hand,
stopping for the occasional embrace and grope. The trees shaded
us from the heat and it was wonderful. Opting to remove her
shirt, I was once again rewarded with the sight of Chelsea in her
bikini top. A man can only stand so much. I gave her hand a tug
and we wandered off the trail a few feet, stopping behind a giant
spruce tree. I pulled her into my arms and we kissed
passionately. Reaching behind her I pulled loose the knot holding
her top on and, as it fluttered to the ground, went to work on
the waist band of her shorts which promptly joined her top. While
we continued our kiss my hands were also busy, rubbing every inch
of her beautiful body. One hand found its way to her bald, wet
pussy. Her moans would have been loud enough to attract attention
had there been anyone around. At that point we didn't care if a
whole troop of Nuns had walked by; there was no stopping us. My
daughter moaned unintelligibly into my mouth, broke the kiss, and
said point blank, "Fuck me hard now." Her wish was my command.
She turned and bent to brace her hands against the tree; feet
spread, ass wiggling invitingly at me, pussy glistening in the
sun. Positioning myself behind her I dropped my jeans and pushed
all the way into her tight pussy in one thrust, bottoming out
against her cervix. Chelsea let out a small scream as I filled
her with my cock. Being as neither of us was too interested in
waiting, I got into a rhythm of long, deep strokes in and out of
her. Once in a while I would push back in hard and fast, sending
a jolt through her young body, causing her to scream out loudly,
as I hit the back of her pussy. I could tell she was getting
close and I knew I was not going to be far behind.

"Fuck me full Daddy!" she yelled. "Cum in me... in me... in me...
cum... I'm cumming NOW!" An animalistic howl escaped her lips as
her entire body was wracked in orgasm. My own howls echoed hers
as I filled her little cunt to over flowing with blast after
blast of my sperm. With every shot of my cum hitting her insides,
her pussy would convulse causing another shot into her.
Completely spent, for the moment, my knees gave out and we both
fell to the ground, her sitting on my lap, my cock still firmly
planted inside her.

As the ringing in my ears subsided, I heard voices and the sounds
of other hikers in our immediate vicinity. I scanned the area
quickly and spotted a group of six college (I assume) kids, three
guys and three girls. Two of the guys were looking directly at us
while the rest were busy examining something in the other
direction. What else can you do; I pointed out to Chelsea that we
weren't exactly alone anymore, and with a smile, we stood and
redressed. My daughter looked at the girls in the other party and
opted to just go with the bikini top, sans shirt. Hand in hand,
we exited the trees and re-entered the trail a few feet from
where they stood. Six sets of eyes nearly popped out of their
heads as I lead Chelsea and her near non-existent top past them
and on up the trail. We could hear them muttering as we strolled
on.

"Holy shit man! Did you see that girl?", "I can't believe she
would be seen wearing that!", "You guys wouldn't believe what
they were doing before!", and finally "My god! He's old enough to
be her father!" At hearing the last one, Chelsea turned and said
coyly, "Yeah he is, isn't he?" With a wink and a quick shake of
her tits, we were off again.

About an hour later we returned to the car and headed on our
merry way once again. As we cruised down the road, Chelsea
apparently still charged from our encounter with the hikers,
decided to shed her bikini entirely and reclined the seat all the
way back. At road level you couldn't tell anyone was in the car
with me. However, from an elevated position, say the cab of a
large truck, for example, my daughter was clearly visible in all
her splendor. As if to prove this point, more than one trucker
raced along, trying desperately to keep up and keep her in their
view. Chelsea reveled in the attention, drawing me into her
little game by pushing my hand against her pussy as they passed.
The miles clicked by as I fingered her to a few rather noisy
orgasms. When she could stand no more she spun in her seat,
un-zipped my pants and proceeded to give me one of her famous
blowjobs. Never in my life have I met, or even read about, any
woman with as talented a tongue as my daughter. Alternately
licking just the head of my cock, and then plunging me deep into
her throat and back again. She had me on the ragged edge of
orgasm for what felt like an eternity. I announced this fact to
her and she instantly withdrew stating, "I got other plans for
that Papa." I was certain I knew what that plan was.

From the very start of the sexual side of our relationship, I
have always cum inside my daughter; her pussy, ass, and mouth
have all received copious quantities of my sperm. We both feel
that is how it should be. There have been a couple `morning
after' pills and more than a few pregnancy false alarms, but
lately, she has been more and more adamant that she not only
could, but perhaps should have me knock her up. It was not hard
to divine what she was scheming on.

Arriving at Crater Lake, we were astounded at the magnitude of
the site. We walked until nearly dark, admiring the awesome
views. "I wish we had a tent Dad. We could camp right here!" she
stated. True enough too. I also wished we had brought a tent but
told her we would not miss another chance like this, and would
find one before the next night. After making our way back to the
car in the dark, we made our way south to Klamath Falls, found a
nice motel, and checked in as to shower and change before heading
out for dinner. As always, Chelsea wanted Chinese food, I over
ruled that, but allowed that she could pick again. She chooses a
fancy Sports type Bar and Grill we had passed on the way into
town. Lots of lights, claimed to have great chicken... "Ok, I'm
game for that."

It took her around sixty seconds to strip and jump into the shower,
calling out that I was to bring in the bags or else she was going
to dinner naked. Not the threat it might be against some people,
but I got the idea. After retrieving our luggage I kicked back in
a chair and read all the crap they usually put in there about
local info and such. You know... the stuff nobody ever reads.
After about twenty minutes Chelsea emerged from the bathroom in
all her naked, steaming glory. She was a sight to behold. Hair
slicked back, nipples hard, her ass wiggling at me as she stood
before the mirror.

"Do I look clean?" she asked as I stepped out of my pants and
snuggled up behind her.

"Good enough to eat." I replied.

Pushing her forward, she bent the counter as I moved south, my
tongue tracing a trail down her back and across her lovely butt.
I pushed my tongue into her steamy cunt and drank in her clean,
youthful taste. She was starting to get into it when suddenly she
stood upright, pushed me away and said, "Hey old man. I'm hungry,
for FOOD! Get your ass into the shower!"

"Yes ma'am" I responded with a quick salute, and headed in to
wash up.

15 minutes later I emerge, re-invigorated and significantly
cleaner, to find Chelsea almost ready to go and urging me to
hurry because she was "staaaarrrrvinnnng." Her being `almost
ready' meant I still had time to dress properly. As I dressed, I
admired her outfit. White tennies, maroon nearly knee length
skirt that appeared to be spray painted on, and a frilly white
top that laced up the back, showing just enough skin to emphasize
she was not wearing a bra. Brushing her hair over one shoulder
she turned and said, "Ready?" Was I ever...

We arrived at the restaurant to find the parking lot nearly full.
"This isn't a good sign hun" I told my daughter. "Might want to
be thinking of a second option for dinner." We finally managed to
squeeze into a space and headed into the restaurant. The dining
room was filled but the good news was that only one other couple
was waiting to be seated. The hostess apologized for the wait,
but said it shouldn't be more than 15 minutes or so. Figuring it
would take at least that long to go elsewhere, we opted to wait,
and struck up a conversation with the other waiting couple.
Mark and Vicky were from Ohio. They were in their early twenties
and had been married for just over a year. They planned to start
a family and figured it might be a while before they got the
opportunity again to travel at will, and decided to take
advantage of the chance. We introduced ourselves only as Tim and
Chelsea, not Father and Daughter. If they had figured that out
themselves, they never said or asked. After a short, but very
enjoyable wait, Mark suggested that, if we didn't mind, getting
one table for 4 was probably going to be faster than two tables
for 2. We couldn't find fault with his logic and agreed. As if on
cue, the hostess returned and Mark inquired about the change in
seating. She smiled and said that was perfect because they had a
table for 4 open right now. We stood to follow the hostess to our
table and noticed Mark admiring the way Chelsea's ass swayed as
we walked. While feeling very protective of my daughter, I was
none the less flattered by his obvious appreciation of her
anatomy. I mean, how could he not? I certainly enjoyed it! In no
time we were seated, drinks were arriving, and we resumed our
conversation.

We told them of our plans to go, more or less, where the wind
guided us on our Indian summer sojourn, and they expressed their
jealousy of our footloose travel plan. By the time our dinner
came Mark and Vicky both seemed to be feeling the effects of the
alcohol, and I admit I was feeling quite comfortable myself. As
we ate and talked, Mark became more gregarious and more physical
in his shows of affection for his wife. At one point his hand
lingered in her lap for a rather long time, and it wasn't hard to
figure out what he was doing. Vicky certainly didn't seem to be
minding either, as evidenced by the slightly twisted smile she
would show at times. I leaned to Chelsea and, as I kissed her
neck, asked what she thought. I figured being as we were in a
strange town, surrounded by people who had never seen us before,
in the company of our new friends, maybe we could have a little
fun as well. She looked at Vicky and Mark then back at me and
nodded with a wink. This evening was turning into more fun than
we had anticipated.

During the course of our meal, Chelsea's hand would often
disappear into my lap to give my erect cock a few squeezes, two
of these times opening my zipper to do so. I would do the same to
her, or, with my arm around her shoulder, let my hand drift down
to her barely contained breasts, none of this escaping the eyes
of our dining partners. While Mark and I seemed to be minding our
drink consumption, Vicky was out doing us 2 to 1 easily. It
appeared that she was one of those women where the quickest way
into her pants was with liberal application of booze and Mark was
certainly not trying to stop her. I don't know what she was like
the rest of her life, but the more she drank, the lower her
inhibitions became. Chelsea noticed this as well, saying she was
having more fun watching and talking with her than she thought
she would. I nodded in agreement and kissed her. Taking the
initiative, my daughter pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I
reciprocated. Lord, she tastes good.

This little display didn't escape Vicky's attention.

"God you two look good!" she said louder than was necessary. "I
was already horny, but watching you there is almost more than I
can handle!" The restaurant was quite noisy and her comments
appeared to go un-noticed by our fellow diners.

With dinner finished, the waitress took our dessert orders. Vicky
decided to visit the ladies room and asked Chelsea to accompany
her. Mark and I watched them wander off.

"Vicky doesn't usually drink like this, but hell, were all
adults, having a good time, and we're on vacation dammit!" Mark
pointed out. "Besides, she is a wild woman in the sack when she
gets like this. Your girl doesn't seem to need that added effect
though." He added with a wink. My first parental instinct was to
jump across the table and pummel the shit out of some asshole
that had being eyeing my 14 year old daughter all night making
that kind of suggestion. My more rational side couldn't help but
agree with him, and I decided to play along. "She's hot as a
pistol with or without added lubrication Mark." I added. He
nodded as his attention was drawn to our girls returning from the
restroom. I also noticed many other pairs of eyes around the
room, both men and women, following their trip to our table.
Looking again at my sexy daughter, I was reminded how truly lucky
I was, both as a Father and as a man. As we rose Vicky asked Mark
to slide over so she could sit by Chelsea. The girls regained
their seats and were both smiling and giggling, leaving Mark and
I to wonder if we had missed something. My face must have spoken
volumes, because Chelsea leaned over to me and filled in the
blanks.

"Vicky may be drunk Dad, but she isn't dumb. She pegged us as
Father and Daughter as soon as we walked in the door. She told me
how jealous she was and asked if I minded her knowing. She is
having a lot of fun with this" she smiled. "She told me that her
plan is to make sure she gets knocked up on this trip, and
someday she hopes they can have a relationship with their kids
like we have. Apparently Mark doesn't know that last part yet."
As Chelsea was telling me this, Vicky was whispering to Mark and
we saw his eyes flash. We guessed what part of the tale she was
at.

Dessert was a more sexually charged affair than we had previously
anticipated, but made it through without incident. The bills came
and went, and we were getting up to head back to the motel when
Mark suggested we all go have a nightcap. Not knowing how much
Chelsea had told Vicky or what Vicky had told Mark, I allowed as
how Chelsea wasn't a drinker and it was getting late, and so on.

"That's ok Tim" he said. "We don't have to go out anywhere. We
have our 5th wheel just over at the camp ground. You should come
see it." I could tell Chelsea was game so, assuming Mark and
Vicky weren't roaming ax murderers; we made our way to the car
and proceeded to follow them to their camp ground near the edge
of town.

Their camper was indeed impressive. They had borrowed it from
Vicky's father for their trip, stating they wished their house
was as nice as this. Mark made for the liquor cabinet straight
away and asked what everybody wanted. Mark and I both had a
whiskey and Vicky chose a glass of wine. Looking to Chelsea, she
also asked for a little wine. Handing drinks all around, Mark
took a seat. There was a slightly uncomfortable tension in the
silence. Vicky finally cracked and said straight out; "Can I ask
you two about your relationship?" Within a heartbeat, Chelsea
answered "Ask anything you like."

Apparently, the ice, such as it was, was officially broken...

Seeming to search for the right words, Vicky formed her question.

"How long?" We all chuckled at that.

"How long what, Vicky? How long has she been my daughter? How
long have we been close? How long what?"

"I guess, how long have you two been close?"

"That's an easy one" I answered. "Chelsea and I have always been
close on something of a spiritual level. We got closer yet about
3 years ago."

"By closer I guess you mean, like, lovers?"

"Yes and a lot more."

It was Marks turn to enter the discussion. "So you say `lovers'.
You mean like, sex?"

"Yes Mark. Just like sex." Chelsea responded with a grin.

"Man... That's a lot to take in. I mean, like, actually hearing
you say it like that. Wow!"

"I think it is the hottest thing I have ever heard!" Vicky
declared. Mark whipped his head around toward his wife, not
seeming to comprehend her statement.

She continued, "Think about it Mark. Total love for a Father and
daughter, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.
That's so beautiful. I mean, just look at them Mark! God! Makes
me horny just thinking about it..." We all sipped our drinks
while Vicky's last proclamation hung in the air.

"Can I ask more?" said Vicky.

"Ask away?' was my daughters reply.

"Ok. We're talking about you two having `sex'. By sex, do you
mean, like, actual, uh, fucking?"

"That is definitely what we mean Vicky."

Vicky's hand had absent mindedly strayed between her legs as she
listened intently. Marks reaction seemed more somewhere between
horror and amazement. Suddenly he seemed to have a `light bulb'
moment.

"So you're on the pill then Chelsea?"

"No I'm not Mark" she answered flatly.

"Then it's rubbers or something then, right?"

"I've never worn a condom with any woman Mark. Chelsea is no
different in that respect."

Mark had another sip of his drink and finally asked the question
we all knew was coming.

"So, what's the deal? You pull out? I don't get it. I mean, are
you trying to, seriously, like, knock her up, or what?" In a
strange way we were all relieved that he had finally come out
with it.

"I don't pull out Mark. No rubbers, no pills, no nothing."

Chelsea continued my train of thought. "He puts it where it is
supposed to be Mark. Nothing compares to the feeling of my
Daddy's cum inside me. For us, there has never been another way."

"And if you get pregnant by your Father?"

"Then I will happily be carrying the child of the man I love the
most in the world and who loves me the same way."

Vicky hung on every word of Chelsea statement. She leaned toward
her husband. "Don't you see it Mark? Look at them. He's not
raping her. They aren't just fucking. They are loving! So she is
his daughter! So what! I bet most couples would be jealous of the
depth and passion of their relationship. And of course, of the
fucking as well." she said with a big smile.

Leaning back in her chair Vicky's right hand once again went to
her crotch, while left was grazing over her breasts. She looked
at me and then back at my daughter, back and forth as if trying
to figure something out.

"Chelsea" she asked. "Was your father your first?"

"Yes Vicky, he was."

"Tim. How did it feel to take your daughters virginity? Did you
have any thoughts or regrets?"

My turn. "Thoughts? Yes, many of them. Regrets? Not a one. As for
how it felt, it's almost impossible to describe. I have never had
a deeper, more meaningful experience in my life then I did when I
found myself deep inside my daughter. The look that I got from
Chelsea at that moment told me that we were meant to be together,
in all ways possible. At that point I knew that we were on the
right path. As for the physical feeling, that might be a story
for another time" I said. I knew I was blushing slightly and
Chelsea giggled at me.

Our hostesses hand was digging more aggressively between her
legs, as if trying to scratch an itch, while her other hand had
succeeded in exposing nearly her entire right breast, her eyes
slightly glazed. She turned what remained of her attention back
to Chelsea.

"Honey, you have GOT to tell me how you felt. I mean your first
time, and you were how old?"

"I was 11 Vicky."

"Holy Shit! 11 years old? How did it feel the first time? I mean,
you were so young, and with your Dad? Damn! I mean, I don't want
to be a pushy bitch but, I have got to know how it felt!"

"Well, part of me was scared shitless, but the rest of me knew
this was what I wanted and that I was giving myself to a man that
would never hurt me, no matter what, and would always be there to
protect me. The scared part was mostly just about the unknown,
like `would it hurt', or `I hope I do this right', and stuff like
that. The rest of me knew this was the beginning of the next
phase of our family, and our life together."

While listening to Chelsea's tale, Mark was staring at his wife,
as she had stopped even trying to be sneaky. As we all watched
she unzipped her jeans and pushed her hand inside, straight to
her pussy, while the fingers of her left hand toyed with her
exposed nipple.

"Christ" she said. "I feel like such a slut, but I can't help it.
Chelsea, I meant how did it FEEL. Your own Fathers cock in you?
Fucking you? Cumming inside you? Jesus! Just thinking about it
makes me so fucking horny!" Mark appeared to be at a loss, trying
to interpret this, apparently, new behavior being exhibited by
his young bride. My daughter, on the other hand, seemed to be
reveling in Vicky's obvious enjoyment of our tale.

"It was the greatest feeling imaginable Vicky. We spent almost
four straight days in bed together that first time. Dad made
sure I was ready and that everything was perfect for me.' Chelsea
slid even closer to me on the couch as she continued. "Our first
real kiss as lovers, the first time he licked me until I came,
the first time I tasted his cock; all moments I will never
forget. The first time he actually pushed inside me? Honestly,
the pain was over with so fast that I barely remember it." She
looked into my eyes, and said, "It felt so good and so right once
I had all of his cock deep in me, I forgot everything else." Be
still my heart...

I leaned to my daughter and kissed her deeply as I slid my hand
under her short skirt, up, and across her wet, panty-less pussy.
Returning our attention to our hosts, we saw Mark had moved over
in front of Vicky's chair and they were doing almost the same
thing. Mark ran his tongue down to flick at her neck and ear,
while Vicky was mauling her partially liberated tits. Mark
descended to lick her hard nipples.

"Oh my God Mark! Just thinking about all this has me so fucking
wet!" She looked me right in the eye. "Listening to all this and
just looking at the two of you... GOD! I want to get FUCKED!
Jesus, Chelsea, I want to see you riding her Fathers big cock. I
want to see him pushed all the way inside you. I want to see him
fuck all his cum up your wet little cunt while my husband does
the same to me!"

With that, she returned her all her attention to her husband.

"Stand up lover" she told Mark. As he was getting to his feet

Vicky was already undoing his pants and pushing them down his
legs. His cock sprang free right in front of her mouth and Vicky
wasted no time taking it as far into her mouth as she could.
Mark, for his part, looked like his head was going to explode.
Watching the display before us certainly did nothing to dampen my
or Chelsea' desire. Swiveling off the couch and onto the floor,
my daughter knelt between my legs and deftly extracted my own
hard cock from its confines. What a talented tongue...

I let out a moan of some sort and Mark turned to look. When he
turned, Vicky also gained a view of our goings on and moved in
her chair so as to be able to watch while still swallowing Marks
cock. Chelsea's attention, however, was apparently focused
entirely on swallowing as much of my prick as she could, as
quickly as she could. I think Mark was having a sensory meltdown
as he called out to Vicky that he was going to cum. If anything,
Vicky increased her pace as Mark went over the edge, calling out
her name. Her mouth was filled to over flowing as a little trail
of her husband's sperm ran out the corner. Regaining their
bearings, Mark and Vicky both concentrated on the act taking
place on the couch. My lovely daughter was trying to demonstrate
her deep throating techniques, while I was un-doing the ties on
the back of her shirt. Chelsea lowered her arms and, with a shake
of her gorgeous tits, her blouse fell to the floor. I heard a
gasp from Vicky as she watched my now topless daughter attack my
cock with even more vigor. Not willing to be shown up by a 14
year old, Vicky grasped the front of her shirt and pulled.
Buttons flew like bullets as the shirt let go and her ample bosom
was now completely out in the open. Mark was still reeling from
his orgasm and elected to sit down before he fell down. With a
captive audience, Chelsea and I went into overdrive. I have to
admit that with these two near total strangers watching, it was a
turn on. Far more I think than any of us had anticipated.

Not seeing, but apparently sensing, the change in the room,
Chelsea moved so that she was sort of off the side of my lap,
while never breaking her lip lock on my cock. This gave the on
lookers a better view of her oral ministrations. Pulling back
until just the tip was in her mouth, my daughter began slightly
hyperventilating in preparation for her next move. Feeling
adequately oxygenated, Chelsea plunged her face toward my belly
button, driving my cock deeper into her throat than I would have
thought possible. The feeling was unimaginable. The feeling of
her lips and her tongue, as well as the muscles in her throat,
all working together on me was almost more than I could bear. It
would have put me right over the top had it not been for a part
of my brain trying to figure out how she was able to do this, as
well as the fact that she seemed to be able to hold me there for
a REALLY long time. Realistically, she probably only held her
breath for around 30 to 45 seconds, but to me; my cock buried
deeper in her mouth than ever before, it felt like an eternity.
Finally, my talented young lady had to come up for air, and was
rewarded by Mark and Vicky's gasps and moans and looks of
absolute awe.

Vicky decided to take the initiative this time by raising the
stakes. Sliding forward out of her chair, she moved to the floor
on her hands and knees. After a long look at Chelsea and me she
turned to her husband. "Fuck me Mark. Fuck me full of a baby!"
Mark needed no further prodding. Dropping to his knees behind
Vicky, we watched as he slid the head of his dick over her
vaginal lips. Wet and ready as she was, Vicky needed no further
lubrication or foreplay. She had the look of a woman that needed
to be fucked, and fucked hard.

Chelsea stood and climbed onto my lap so as to have a better view
of the show. We watched Vicky's face contort in ecstasy as her
husband's cock slid deep into her. I love to see a woman's face
as she is fucked, all the different expressions and emotions
flowing full speed. As we watched Mark begin to pound into his
wife, Chelsea was rubbing my cock against the lips of her wet
pussy. She leaned back against my chest and whispered in my ear,
"Don't they look yummy Dad?" she asked. "I'm having so much fun
and I'm ready for even more." My daughter started moving her
hips back and forth, humping her cunt against my cock. She and
Vicky's eyes locked as she rose up, held the head of my cock in
position at her entrance, and dropped full force onto my cock.
The look on Vicky's face was priceless as she witnessed my hard
cock slowly cycling in and out of my daughter's tight pussy. The
added visual stimulation was too much for her and she screamed
out that she was cumming, and cum she did. Vicky's entire body
rocked in spasms coinciding with Marks deep thrusts.

Chelsea stood, slowly extracting my dick from her hot little
hole, and moved to the floor. Now lying on her back in front of
Vicky she beckoned me to follow. As I slid off onto the floor, my
daughter instructs me, "Fuck me blind Daddy!" Always one to yield
to the desires of a pretty girl, I happily complied with her
wishes. With my hands on her knees, holding her legs wide, I
pushed my cock all the way into her depths in one movement.
Chelsea squealed as I hit the back of her pussy. Reaching up, she
put her hand behind Vicky's head and pulled her mouth toward
hers. Vicky, rather awkwardly, descended toward my daughters
waiting mouth, Chelsea's tongue licking her lips when she was
close. It may have been Vicky's first time kissing another girl,
but it was definitely not Chelsea's. She sucked Vicky's tongue
right into her mouth as both of them let out a moan of shared
pleasure.

Mark decided to pick up the pace and, holding his wife's hips
tightly, began to literally pound into Vicky. She was emitting
something of a primal scream as she disengaged her lips from
Chelsea's, yelling for Mark to, "Fuck as hard as you want lover!"
I opted to speed up a bit as well, gradually increasing the
frequency of my full length thrusts into Chelsea's cunt. I felt
her pussy begin to nearly vibrate as her orgasm approached, then
wave after wave of wet warmth flowed over my cock. I varied my
attack trying to keep her in orgasm-mode for as long as she could
stand it. Apparently around 3 minutes of continuous cumming was
all she could handle as my daughter asked me to hold still for
just a second so she could catch her breath.

Vicky began screaming for Mark to cum in her and, judging by his
breathing, he didn't seem far off. My daughter and I lay there,
my cock still deep inside her, watching and listening as Vicky
once again began a series of orgasms. She began chanting, "Fuck
me Mark. Fuck me Mark. Cum with me! Cum in me! CUM IN ME NOW!"
That was the last straw for Mark as his hips thrust forward one
last time, pushing his cock deeply inside his wife, yelling that
he was cumming. Vicky's body surged with each spurt of her
husband's sperm into her waiting womb, her tits swaying, her
facial expression somewhere between agony and ecstasy, while
Marks grunts and howls also seemed to signify an extremely
satisfying release. He continued pounding sperm for as long and
as deep as he possibly could in an effort to give his lovely wife
what she wanted.

Completely drained and struggling to regain a normal breathing
pace, Mark fell back against the front of the chair. This had the
unfortunate side effect of pulling his now slowly shrinking dick
out of Vicky's cunt, causing the contents thereof to begin
leaking out onto the rug. In a mild panic, Vicky spun around and
lifted her ass off the floor, grabbing a nearby pillow and
placing it under her so as to better keep the potential baby
juice inside her. Turning her head toward Chelsea, she said,
"Don't want any of that precious stuff to leak out and be wasted
now, do we?" and winked at her. As Chelsea turned her gaze to me
I leaned over her and whispered, "Want to follow her example my
love?" An enthusiastic nod and an ear-to-ear smile was her reply.

I slowly started again pumping my cock deeply into Chelsea's
pussy, every thrust bringing a small sigh of satisfaction. After
just a few cycles she began pushing her hips back at me as I
pushed in, which is her signal that she doesn't want to mess
around and just wants it hard. More than happy to oblige, I
tripled my speed and began pounding into her, my daughters
beautiful tits shaking with each impact of our hips. Her sighs
changed to moans, and again to screams as the force of our
coupling increased. Vicky had risen into a sitting position and
was taking in the incestuous specter taking place before her,
closely watching our every move.

"Good God Mark." She said. "Tell me this isn't the hottest thing
you've ever seen! I can't believe you're pounding all the way
inside her Tim! My God Chelsea, how can you stand it? He's got to
be pushing into your belly! This has got to be a baby-maker!" She
was right too. Every thrust of my cock was pounding against the
wall of her cervix, causing Chelsea to twitch as if from a small
electric shock.

I could see her face screwing up and knew she was about to go
over the edge. With the first orgasmic contraction of her pussy I
started pounding into her like an animal. She screamed out that
she was cumming as I literally fucked her across the carpet.
Waves of her hot juices poured over my embedded prick and I knew
I couldn't last much longer. I told her I was close and she
responded with the most beautiful, heart wrenching words any
father could hope to hear.

"Cum for me Daddy."

I pushed deeply inside my daughter and we fucked with a renewed
vigor. Chelsea began screaming out at me and, apparently, to
anyone in the mid-west with half descent hearing.

"Cum Daddy! Cum in me! Fuck a baby into me! Cum inside my pussy!
Fuck me full of baby Daddy! Give it all to me!"

"You got it baby! Here it comes my girl, a big dose of baby for
you! Right into your hot little cunt!"

With that, I pushed as deep as humanly possible, into Chelsea and
shot what felt like a gallon of sperm with a force of a fire
hose, directly toward her potentially waiting egg. Her head
jerked with every spurt.

"I feel it! I feel your cum shooting in me Daddy! I can feel you
pumping me full! Shooting so much! Oh God I love it! I feel it!
I feel it so deep inside me!"

We stayed joined in body and spirit as my balls finished
expelling their contents, and long after. I lay forward over my
daughter and we kissed. Chelsea looked me in the eye and stated
"I think that might have been the one Pop." We both knew what she
meant.

We turned our heads to see Mark and Vickie in what can only be
described as a state of shock. Mouths hanging open, wide eyed
blank expression. Chelsea and I couldn't help but laugh a little
at them. This seemed to rouse them from their stupor.

"You talked about it" said Vickie. "We watched you fuck. Never in
a million years would I have believed you would actually cum
inside her like that. Your daughter! You just fucked your
daughter and shot sperm inside her pussy! Chelsea, you just had
sex with your Dad and TOLD him to cum in you!" Chelsea and I
exchanged a look of trepidation. Maybe going with these two
wasn't such a good idea. We realized we need not be concerned as
Vickie continued.

"This has been one of the single most incredible nights of my
life. I just witnessed the most erotic thing ever! My God, she's
got to be full of your cum Tim. Full of Daddy cum! This is a lot
to take in, but I am so happy for you two I could cry!"

Apparently she could, and did.

Chelsea slid away a little, causing my now half-mast prick to
slip out of her and rose. She and Vickie hugged and kissed, when
Vickie's hand suddenly shot to Chelsea's crotch.

"Oh no!" Vickie said. "We don't want anything to leak out and be
wasted, do we?"

"Not to worry Vickie. He put it so far in it isn't ever coming
out. Well, maybe it will, in about nine months." My daughter
looked at me and winked.

We continued to chat and lounge around but, sadly, we eventually
had to wrap up our evening and, after more hugs and more than a
few tears, we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and
Chelsea and I headed back to our hotel. Only the three days into
our trip and we both agreed this was shaping up to be the
vacation of a lifetime.