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 Title: Daddy Plants His Seed


Summary: Dad and Angie get overheated on a tropical beach.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   "Just get back to Dad," Angie muttered under her breath.  "And see if
you can manage to get there without spilling these drinks on any
sunbathers!"

   Thick, humid air and the strong, tropical sun caressed her skin until
every pore felt alive.  After three days, she was already half as bronze as
the local girls sprawled across the expansive beach in every imaginable
shape and size, every shade of complexion between butter and midnight. 
Thongs were so common they almost looked normal to her by now, and the
girls down here wore them proudly no matter how thick their legs and butts
were.

   Two weeks ago, in a shopping mall thousands of miles north in the Windy
City, Angie had thought the bikini she bought for this trip were daringly
scant.  Especially considering that Max, her father, was her travel
companion.  But the sunbathers here practically made her feel overdressed.

   Angie had never felt so acutely aware of feminine butts and thighs. 
Thick, rounded cheeks seemed to cobble the beach in every direction, and
these ladies, young and mature alike, oozed with a naturally sensuous pride
in their bodies.  Despite the sleek tone of her athletic curves and the
firm bounce of her prominent D-cup tits, she felt envious of the comfort in
their own skin these girls seemed to have.  It seemed as if she'd spent
half her life compensating for what she felt were her flaws -- boobs too
big for her body, and definitely thighs and ass that were thicker than she
wanted.  But down here she almost felt underfed.

   It felt like her head had been spinning non-stop since before they even
boarded their flight.  No one had ever taken her on a vacation like this
before, and the last time she'd gone on a trip with her father was before
she went to college and he was still married to her mother.  Everything
might have been fine, except she'd always felt a little weak and giddy
around her dad.  She knew other girls thought he was handsome, but to her
he was the best and most gorgeous man alive.  Probably even more unsettling
than the feelings themselves was the fact that at twenty she still hadn't
outgrown them.  At this point, she'd given up on that idea.

   Angie trod carefully around a cluster of younger men and women sunning
themselves, their bodies shimmering with sweat and lotion.  The cocktails
were sweet and stronger than she thought they'd be.  Sharing them under the
hot sun with her own father was beginning to seem like a very bad idea.

   She found Max lying peacefully on his chaise, in the same position as
when she left on another cocktail run, except that he'd moved the chair out
from the shade of their umbrella to lie in the direct sun.

   "Here you go, stud." Angie handed him the plastic cup, affecting a light
tone.  She regretted calling him stud the second the word came out of her
mouth.  Not that it wasn't true, only that she felt like a complete idiot
in front of the one man who could ever make her knees wobble.

   "Thanks, babe," he said, with a satisfied smirk.  He let his fingers
brush over hers as he took the cup out of her hand.

   "Babe?" She gave him a mock sneer.  "Since when did you start calling me
that?" She couldn't suppress the grin that crossed her face.

   "If the shoe fits," he replied, cracking that prize-winning grin that
always made her blush.

   His eyes were unreadable behind his dark sunglasses, but she would have
sworn he was taking another good look at her body.  She'd felt it countless
times in the few days since they'd arrived.  He had always been quick with
compliments, telling her how good she looked whenever she bought a new
outfit.  But that was just normal, everyday behavior, she supposed.  Didn't
all handsome daddies like Max tell their daughters they're beautiful?

   "I think the sun is cooking your brain." She forced a light-hearted
giggle and ducked under the umbrella.  She might as well have been talking
about herself.

   She leaned over to set her drink on the little plastic stand beside her
lounge chair, and became acutely aware of the fact that her firm, round ass
was thrust directly at her father.  She didn't have to guess if he was
looking.  She knew he had to be.  Her heart fluttered as she took a little
extra time to arrange things on the stand - her drink, lotion bottle, a
sexy paperback - stalling to give him a better look.

   She finally settled into the best imitation of a relaxed position she
could manage.  The first drink was supposed to have settled her erotically
addled nerves, but Angie decided it wasn't enough.  The second would
probably just make it worse, but at least the buzz of the strong concoction
felt good.  If she was going crazy, at least she'd have a little fun along
the way.

   She let the sweet, chilled drink moisten her lips and throat while her
eyes skimmed the contours of her father's body.  He was in his early
forties, and easily in the best shape of his life, with just a few flecks
of grey beginning to speckle his short, dark hair.  She took a long, slow
sip as her eyes meandered to the inevitable final stop, the thick, tubular
shape defined in the crotch of his suit.

   Heat and alcohol worked on her brain as she wondered what something that
size would be like when it was hard.  She resisted the urge to chew her
lower lip as she felt a persistent tingling in her pussy.

   Was he grinning back at her?  It was hard to tell through those dark
glasses.  He looked smug.  Proud of himself.  Proud of having such a prize
cock.  I should be locked up, she told herself, forcing her attention on a
point about a thousand miles out to sea.  She took another long sip on her
drink.

   Max got up to move his beach recliner back under the shade.  He angled
it in the opposite direction of Angie's, so they were facing each other. 
Now there was only the umbrella pole and the little plastic table with
their drinks between them.  He sat sideways at the end of his chair,
leaning onto his knees.  Then he took off his shades and set them aside.

   "Um, Mom..."

   "Ah, so now it's back to Angie," she chided lightly.  "No more 'hey
babe', 'thanks for the drink, babe'?  I feel like I've been demoted."

   Max laughed.  "I knew it!  You love it when I call you 'babe'."

   "Ha!" she brushed him off with a wave of her hand.  "You just like
embarrassing me.  Nice way for a guy to treat his own flesh and blood."

   Angie brought her drink up, surprised to discover it was already empty.
Max shared his.  There was that grin again.

   "I just like teasing you," he said.  "Besides, you are one."

   She felt herself flush.  When guys on campus said things like that to
her it usually just made her roll her eyes, but coming from her father the
compliment made her nipples vibrate.

   "Well," she said, "I guess I don't mind you calling me that while we're
on vacation, even though I know you don't think of your own daughter as a
babe."

   Max smiled again.  "You have no idea what I really think of you."

   "Oh really?" She forced an amused expression while all her nerves felt
like they were suddenly misfiring.

   "Really," he quickly rose to her challenge.  "First of all, you're
beautiful...obviously.  I mean, like, fucking gorgeous.  Second, you've got
an amazing body, and in the interest of full disclosure, I think you should
get one of those thong suits you were checking out in the gift shop last
night.  You'd look unreal.  Third, I really wish you weren't my daughter."

   "Ummm, full disclosure, huh?" she replied, completely flustered.  She
attempted a casual laugh, but it got caught in her throat and it came out
more like a strangled croak.  Her growing nipples were buzzing with
sensation.

   She snatched the cup out of his hand and drained off most of what was
left.  Anything to avoid admitting that she'd been thinking the same kinds
of things.  If she couldn't admit it to herself, she certainly couldn't
admit it to him.  What an idiotic, sexually tortuous disaster this trip was
turning out to be.  And there were five more weeks to go.  It was
impossible to imagine surviving it with her sanity intact.

   "I shouldn't be drinking in the hot sun," she hastily added.  "You
wouldn't say things like that if you weren't drunk."

   "How am I supposed to get drunk if you keep drinking it for me?" he
chuckled.  "Now I need another one so I can catch up with you.  Besides,
they say people only speak the truth when they drink."

   Angie couldn't think straight enough to argue.  At this point, she
couldn't even keep track of what was really causing her buzz.  She felt
like he'd just planted a huge land mine between them, and she was glad to
have any excuse to walk around it.

   "Oh, all right," she surrendered.  "Let's have another round.  But it's
your turn to make the run."

   "Let's both go.  It'll be funny," he said, grabbing his daughter's hand
to drag her along.

   "I don't see what's so funny about buying a couple of drinks," she said,
as she let him lead her toward the shady little beach bar.

   "The bartender thinks you're my girlfriend," he said with offhand pride.

   "That's ridiculous!" Angie nearly shrieked.  "Why in the world would he
think something like that?"

   "Well, no one knows us here," he explained.  "Remember when you went to
the ladies' room when we got the first round?  He told me I was lucky to
have such a beautiful girlfriend while you were gone."

   "Oh my god," Angie quipped, unable to keep her grin from reaching ear to
ear.  The idea of being mistaken for a couple made her blush all over
again. "So what did you say?"

   "I said thanks," he replied.  "What else?"

   Angie felt a wicked, self-conscious pride as they entered the shady bar.
The bartender greeted them with a smile.  He remembered what they were
drinking and went right to work on a fresh round.

   Angie perched on a stool while her stood beside her and casually placed
his hand on her warm, bare thigh.  Her first instinct was to push it away.
This was too far to go just to play a little charade in front of a total
stranger, but she was almost trembling with excitement.  Her father's big
hand was so close to her pussy it made her head spin even faster.  Her
nipples were throbbing, and the tingling in her slit was rapidly turning
into a hot pulse.

   She was on the verge of running right back to the ladies' room just to
have the privacy to finger herself.  Maybe it would calm her down enough to
clear her mind.  This wasn't supposed to feel so good.  But it did.

   Instead of leaving him there on to wait, she pressed her thighs
together, trapping her father's hand between them with a naughty smile.

   Max returned his daughter's grin and just grazed against her with his
amazing body, brashly pressing the bulge of his cock against the outer side
of her leg.  Angie's heart actually skipped at the sheer boldness of it. 
She was getting wet, and just knowing he could slide his hand a few scant
inches and feel her excitement was almost enough to make her moan aloud
right there on her stool.  She was dying to just stroke him to a
mind-blowing erection.  That would be totally insane, she knew, but she at
least allowed herself to put her arm around him and let her hand rest on
his amazingly firm ass.

   "You look so beautiful today," he told her softly, but obviously
allowing the bartender to overhear.  "You look gorgeous every day, but
today you just look...I don't know...special."

   On the surface, he was only playing a little game of fool-the-bartender,
but she knew he meant every word.

   "You make me feel special," she admitted, squeezing his strong hand even
tighter between her thighs.  The hand squeezed back, and she felt wet
enough to soak the stool she was sitting on.  She squeezed his firm ass in
response.

   Then he leaned in and kissed her mouth.  Without thinking, Angie just
opened her lips and let her father's tongue probe her mouth.  He tasted of
alcohol and tropical fruit.  She could feel the bartender watching them in
the mirror while her own tongue danced with her his.  It was taking a lot
longer this time.  He's stalling.  He likes watching, she thought.  She
cooed softly into her father's mouth.  His kiss was so deep and sure.  Oh,
if he would only touch her simmering pussy, even just through her bikini,
she'd go off like a firecracker.

   "You're a very bad man," she whispered in his ear.

   "Yeah, I am," he whispered back.  "And I've been wanting to kiss you
like that for the longest time."

   His little confession made her clit swell.  She thought about admitting
the same thing to him, but then the drinks were suddenly on the bar.  When
the bartender took Max's credit card to swipe it, he slid his hand closer
to his daughter's burning pussy, close enough that his fingers slipped in
the juicy nectar smearing the smooth skin of her upper thighs.

   "Oh, naughty, naughty girl," he whispered.

   He pushed his fingers up against her aching mound and she nearly
screamed.

   By the time they settled back under their umbrella, Angie was hopelessly
aware of the stain smeared across the pert cameltoe in her little off-white
bikini.  Her heart was racing with excitement, not to mention the wild
spectrum of thoughts and emotions flashing through her mind.  Meanwhile,
the satisfied smile on her father's handsome face seemed to have plastered
itself on.

   Ignoring the second chaise, he sat on the edge of Angie's.  She
readjusted the back up another notch so she could face him more easily. 
Her aching nipples made conspicuous dents in her brief top and her father's
gaze was giving equal time to her eyes and tits.  She took a deep breath,
forcing her firm round orbs to heave under his eager gaze.

   "That was the most insane thing either one of us has ever done."

   "Probably," he replied with a devious grin.  "But there are even crazier
things we could do."

   My god he's so beautiful, and I love him so much, Angie thought.  The
mixture of love and desire in his eyes was strong enough to reach out and
touch.  It was even more intoxicating than the drinks.

   Angie blew a long sigh, placing her hand on Max's warm thigh.  Her
fingers raked over the firm flesh of his strong leg.

   Then he leaned forward and kissed her again.  Her lips parted
automatically, accepting his probing tongue.  He touched her waist, and
slid his hand upward.  His palm grazed slowly over her breast, pushing
across her throbbing nipple, until he was holding the back of her neck,
pulling her as deeply into the kiss.  She moaned into his mouth and
clutched his muscular thigh.

   She wouldn't have known the difference if they'd been kissing for a
minute or an hour.  Her father's hand slipped down from her neck to her
tits again to fondle the firm warm flesh bulging out around the scant top
covering her.  Her nipples burned and throbbed while her pussy broiled in
its own nectar.

   Max pulled away and looked around.  His hand remained on her boob,
gently kneading as he scanned the area.  Angie scanned, too, but put her
hand over his to keep it there.  Despite the overtly sensual atmosphere
they were in, it was still a public place.  There were other people nearby,
but not all that close, and they weren't paying attention to just another
couple under a beach umbrella.  The closest was about twenty-five feet
away, a very dark skinned young woman sunning on her stomach in a red thong
with her top untied.  Her head was turned the other way, hopefully dozing.

   Angie was the only one who seemed to be concerned about what they were
doing, but she was the only one within thousands of miles who knew there
was a father kissing and feeling up his own daughter on an open beach.  She
looked back at him, breathless.  Her heart felt like it wanted to explode
out of her heaving chest.

   "Dad, I...I..."

   "It's okay, baby," he cut in.  "This is just for us.  I can always stop
if you want me to, but I'll never apologize for loving you as much as I
do."

   "Oh god," she sighed.  "I love you so fucking much."

   His hand felt so good and there wasn't a man alive she'd rather have
touching her like she belonged to him.  Her pussy felt like it was going to
ignite, and she suddenly realized that her hand was still resting on his
thigh.  She struck a mischievous grin and slid her hand the few scant
inches until she was cupping the bulge of his cock and balls in her palm.

   His cock was rapidly getting bigger.  She stroked him through the thin
material of his trunks, her fingertips raking the shape of his organ as it
started to grow even faster.  Max uttered a low groan as she fondled him.
It didn't seem entirely real.  It almost felt as if her hand belonged to
someone else, but the last thing she wanted to do was let go.

   Angie shifted, moving one leg across him so she was sitting with her
feet planted on each side of the lounge chair.  Her thighs were wide open,
exposing the soaking wet crotch of her bikini.

   He slipped his fingers over her scantly covered pussy, feeling the slick
nectar soaking the fabric.  "Mmm, so wet, baby girl."

   "Ohhh...fuck, Daddy," she groaned.

   Max pushed his fingers past the material covering Angie's aching slit
and started stroking her slick pussy lips.  He rolled his thumb over her
distended clit, sending shivers of delicious sensation throughout her
entire body.  She groaned again, arching against his hand.

   Max reached for one of the drinks with his free hand, passing it to
Angie, who could barely hold onto the cup without spilling it.  Then he
reached for a towel, which he draped over the arm of the chaise, providing
the barest illusion of privacy in case anyone bothered to look their way.
He then picked up his own drink, and with the fingers of his free hand
continued exploring his daughter's sodden pussy.  He raised his cup to
toast.

   "Here's to seeing how gorgeous you're gonna look when you cum," he said.
He tapped his cup against hers and took a healthy pull on his drink.

   Angie drank, too, but she was already reaching for his cock with the
other hand.  He was poking down the leg of his suit now, and her heart
nearly burst when her fingers brushed across his hot, rigid flesh.

   "I don't believe this is really happening," she whispered as her hand
circled around the shaft of her father's hard cock.  His suit was loose
enough to allow her hand room to reach as far as his full balls.

   "I wouldn't either, except it feels so good," he told her.

   His dome was slick as his clear pre-lube seeped in a steady, generous
flow.  Angie stroked the viscous moisture all along the length of his
throbbing stalk.

   She reached for the lotion bottle and squirted a line of cream along his
thick shaft.  The she gripped him firmly, her hand easily sliding along his
hot flesh under his suit leg.  He groaned and slipped a finger up inside
her pussy, forcing his beautiful, horny daughter to stifle a pleasurable
shriek.  She bit her lower lip as he pushed a second finger inside.  He
began to pump his fingers in and out of her slippery sheath, managing to
keep the pad of his thumb rolling back and forth over her clit.

   "Oh Dad...ohhh fuck," she cooed, grinding back against his fingers.  She
kept a firm grip on his huge cock as she milked it with steady strokes. 
His muscular chest looked magnificent as it heaved with his deep breaths.
She began pumping his shaft a little faster while he matched the rhythm
with his fingers.  It felt like everything was covered with her pussy
froth, her thighs, Daddy's hand, even the seat of the chaise felt slick.

   "You wouldn't believe how much I want to just fuck you right here," Max
said, half groaning.

   "Oh yes I would, baby," his delirious daughter replied.

   The mutual pumping and stroking was constant and electrifying.  Angie
felt like she was flying.  She loved seeing the cloying, needful lust in
the way her father was looking at her.

   "I'm gonna cum for you now, baby," she moaned.  "Oh darling, it feels so
good."

   Angie's hips began grinding and rocking as she started to cum.

   "Ohhh, baby girl," Max groaned.  His overheated cock spasmed and pulsed
as the first spurts of cum spattered along his thigh and daughter's hand
from his knob.

   Angie felt an overpowering sensation of hot pleasure tear through her
while her father's sure fingers drove against her pussy.  She wildly jacked
the hot stalk of cockflesh in her fist as thick, plentiful wads of cum
sprayed onto her hand and wrist.

   "God, Daddy, you have so much cum for me," Angie cooed as they slowly
came back down from the high.  She kept stroking his cock as it gradually
relaxed.

   Max pulled his fingers from the warmth of his daughter's wet pussy and
sucked the juice off each one.

   That was when they discovered that the dark-skinned girl had turned her
head.  She was watching!  There was a dreamy smile on her face as she
looked right at them.  The strong looking spheres of her ass were flexing.
Her hand was thrust down beneath her, and it was clear she was rubbing her
pussy.  Her broad, beautiful smile widened as she saw Max and Angie looking
at her.  Then her eyes closed and her hips rocked as she made it clear she
was cumming.  When she opened her eyes again, Max made an obvious display
of stuffing his big cock back in place under his swimsuit.  She smiled and
calmly turned her head the other way.

   Angie and Max looked at each other in amazement, and after a moment they
both started giggling.  Angie picked up her drink and downed what was left.
Max followed suit.

   "Um...I...," she was stuttering.  "Did that really just happen?"

   "Yes, baby, it did," her father nodded.

   "We must be drunk," Angie concluded.

   "I hope that doesn't mean you're sorry."

   "No fucking way," she grinned.

   She felt so high.  Her body so alive.  Her orgasm had been so strong. 
So much of the tension she'd been feeling was relieved now, and yet she
already knew her body needed more.  It certainly wasn't how she envisioned
her release, but it happened.  She let it happen, and all she could feel
for the gorgeous man gazing into her eyes was a mixture of love and lust
that made her feel good to be alive.  She touched his chest, rubbing his
nipple with her cum-spattered fingers.

   "Should we talk about it?  We probably should," she added with a deep
sigh.

   "I'd rather just do it again," he replied easily.  "But not here.  Back
at the bungalow so I can put my tongue inside you, too.  I can't get enough
just sucking you off my fingers.  And knowing that girl was watching drives
me crazy."

   Angie laughed and started gathering up her things.  They walked back to
the bungalow in silence, but there was no way to mistake what was on both
of their minds.  It was amazing beyond her imagination, but at the same
time, it seemed like so much to take in all at once.  As much as she needed
more of her father's hot love, she needed a little time to catch her
breath, too.

   ***

   Angie's palms were planted firmly against the tiled wall as she lowered
her head into the tepid spray of the shower.  The last few hours ran
through her mind like a movie trailer.  With her eyes closed, she just
smiled at herself, feeling giddy.  She made a half-hearted promise to drink
something weaker tomorrow.

   She touched her swollen nipples, rolling them in gentle twists.  She
felt weightless, like she was made of pure sensation.  The delicious warmth
in her pussy seemed to radiate throughout her body.  Now her hand moved
down to cup her smooth mound.  She raked the damp furrow with a long
finger. The lips parted easily as she teased herself, feeling a new flush
of nectar.  The pulse in her clit was already growing so strong again.

   "Oh Daddy, my darling Daddy," she sighed.  It was a barely audible
whisper as the fingertip circled her sensitive nub.

   Where was he?  What was he doing?  Was he showering in his own bathroom
now?  Was he thinking of her while he stroked a spectacular hard on?  When
they got in from the beach, she convinced him it was a good idea to go
their separate ways and let the afternoon's events sink in.  After a
calming shower and a little time to think about what had happened, they
could sit in the salon and talk about it.  But the most logical thought she
could seem to conjure was how badly she wanted more of what they'd only
tasted on the beach...in front of an eager witness.

   Angie forced herself to stop massaging her clit.  She'd just go to his
room.  Everything would be fine.  Deliciously, wickedly fine.  He'd
probably even be expecting her.

   She hastily wrapped one towel around her body and her wet hair up with
another.  She already knew exactly which set of bra and panties to wear to
make an impressive entrance to her father's room.  It wouldn't be such a
big deal.  He'd seen her in a bra and panties countless times, and the
bikini she'd been wearing all day didn't cover any more.  But when she
stepped back into the bedroom, she discovered a slight change in plan.

   Max was lying on her bed, naked as they day he was born.  He'd piled up
all the pillows to prop himself up, allowing his legs to splay forward
across the bed.  His big, ripe erection was jutting up against his firm abs
while he casually fondled his heavy balls with his left hand.  In his
right, he was holding his daughter's balled up bikini bottom to his face,
the same one she'd creamed in on the beach.  She'd tossed it on the floor
when she stripped for her shower.  It had to be terribly pungent, and Max
was making it perfectly obvious how much he relished her scent.

   Angie froze in her tracks for a few seconds.  Max just chuckled.

   "You usually take a lot longer in the bathroom," he teased.  "Everything
okay?"

   "Hmm," she smiled.  "Just come right in and make yourself comfortable."
She forced herself to walk calmly to the vanity and sit, even though she
was dying to jump on that beautiful cock and ride it until she forgot her
own name.

   "Thank you, I feel very comfortable," Max sighed.  His hand shifted away
from his balls to grasp his thick rod.  He held it up straight, slowly
stroking.

   "Looks to me like you're feeling something else," she replied coyly. 
She pulled the towel loose from her long, damp hair.  The harder she worked
at appearing calm, the harder her pussy throbbed.

   "Ahh, yeah, feeling my cock," he drawled with a strong hint of
arrogance.

   "Feel good?  Touching your own...cock?" Angie had never spoken that way
to any man before.  The fact that she crossed such a line with her own
father only inflamed the yearning ache in her slit.

   "Yeah, baby girl, it feels really good.  But not half as good as when
you were touching it.  Imagine my surprise to discover my own daughter
knows how to give an amazing handjob.  Remind me not to ask where you
learned how." The grin was plastered across his face as he continued his
stroking.

   Angie stared at her grinning father while she considered whether or not
to tell him she'd given at least a dozen handjobs to guys she didn't like
enough to fuck.  He just kept grinning at her with a smoldering look in his
eyes as he kept on stroking his cock.  Her broiling pussy felt like it was
oozing all over the seat.

   "So," she stated, trying to sound calm, "you think one handjob on the
beach allows you to come into my room and jerk off while you sniff my dirty
panties?"

   She could barely believe she said it, and her eyes watered with her
nervous excitement.

   "It wouldn't be the first time," he admitted, still smiling proudly.

   Angie was shocked.  It took a moment to find her voice, and when she
did, it seemed to come from somewhere deeper in her throat.

   "Did it ...  make you cum, doing that?" she asked.

   "Oh yeah," he replied.  "Every time.  All over myself.  But sometimes I
just shot off right in your panties.  It makes me really hard to think
about you putting them on with a big load of my cum soaking them."

   He was still stroking slowly, but his grip on his cock was firmer. 
Angie peeled off the towel and sat with her long, smooth thighs apart.  Her
heart raced as she spread her slippery pussy lips with her fingers,
massaging her slit while her father openly watched.  He groaned, his
sculpted chest heaving.  Angie thought she might explode, letting him see
her finger dip inside her sheath.  She drew it back out slowly, and sent
two fingers back in on the next stroke.

   "That's really filthy, Daddy," she said in a matronly tone.  "I can't
believe you're such a freak."

   Her fingers were soaked, sliding so easily in and out of her hole now.

   "Like father, like daughter," he said.

   "I'm hardly in the same league as you."

   He laughed.  His cock looked even bigger now, if that was possible. 
"You just jerked off your own father in a public place ...  even knowing a
total stranger was watching you.  Trust me, baby girl.  We are definitely
in the same league.  We were made for each other."

   "Oh god," the trembling brunette mewled.  The thought of them being made
for each other made her pussy drip harder than anything else that had
happened.

   He muttered a soft groan of pleasure and gave his cock a tight squeeze.
"It's all your fault, young lady."

   Angie's fingers kept in motion.  She was keenly aware of her father's
stare.  "My fault?"

   "Yes.  For being exactly the kind of girl I've always wanted in my life.
And for being so fucking beautiful.  And having that amazing body that
drives me insane.  I want to lick that girlhole of yours so bad right now I
could explode."

   Angie stood up, finding herself shocked once again.  Her long legs were
shaky as she approached the bed.  "Well, um, we can't have you exploding."

   She joined her horny father on the bed and spread her thighs.  Her body
trembled as she watched him move into position.  Within seconds, he brought
his face so close to her open, throbbing pussy that she could feel the heat
of each breath hitting her.

   "Fuck," he growled.  "You've got the most beautiful pussy I've ever
seen. I can't believe how fucking wet you are."

   He planted a hungry kiss on her gaping slit.  His tongue teased quickly
into the aperture of her channel and then back out.  Angie uttered a hot
yelp.

   "Oh my god, I can't believe this is really happening," she gasped. 
"What a nasty, nasty man, licking your own daughter's hot pussy that way."

   His tongue moved slowly up her slit, finally drawing in on the aching
swell of her clit.  He slipped a thumb inside her sheath and started
rolling the tip of his tongue around the hyper-sensitive nub.

   The strange stutters of sound rising from Angie's throat were a
combination of gasps for air and incredulous laughter.  It had been a long
time since she'd had a good, thorough pussy licking.  Now, her own precious
father was giving it to her the best she'd ever had.

   She'd always told herself she'd do anything for him, so she supposed
this fell into that category.  Of course, at the moment, she really wasn't
doing a thing for him except grinding against his mouth and fingers as they
lit a bright hot fire at the core of her being.  This just made her want to
laugh even harder, but his tongue and thumb deftly switched places, and she
suddenly lost the power to think about anything but the amazing pleasure
coursing through her beautiful body.

   Max served his daughter's pussy tirelessly.  Hungrily.  Angie grew
delirious with pleasure.  She lost track of time.  At some point, she
realized she was lying back against the piled up pillows at the head of her
bed, her legs pulled up high while Max kept on with his delicious
onslaught. He was sucking her swollen clit while two of his fingers were
gliding in and out of her pussy.  Then one of the fingers changed course,
and rolled against her puckered rim.

   Angie cried out when Max touched her asshole.  His finger was slippery
with her dew, and he massaged the taut ring while the moist suction he put
on her clit was enough to make her see sparks.  Then he worked the tip of
his finger just inside the tight hole, barely to the first knuckle.  It was
enough to force his daughter to whimper.  She felt like she was growing
weaker as her pleasure grew stronger.

   "Oh baby...oh Daddy...oh fuck!" she gasped.

   Max's finger slowly pushed inward, opening the aperture and gently
blazing a hot trail into her ass.  Then his thumb slipped back inside her
pussy.  He rocked his hand in a sort of see-saw motion, the finger sliding
up her ass while the thumb drew back, thumb sliding in while the finger
drew back.  All the while, his lips were closed around her clit, and his
tongue lashed around the burning little nub until Angie wanted to faint.

   She gasped deeply and started to cum.  Her entire body trembled as
shockwaves of pleasure ripped through her from her heels to her temples. 
She clutched at Max's head, trying to grasp up handfuls of his hair as she
gave in to the powerful sensations.

   She was instantly aware of the fact that she'd never experienced such an
overpowering orgasm.  She was afraid she might never catch her breath.  But
she did, of course, and she found herself staring into her father's dark,
gleaming eyes as he looked up at her from between her thighs.  His lips and
chin were shiny with sex honey.

   "Daddy, fuck..." she mewled weakly.  "So good."

   Max propped himself back up and leaned over her.  She felt as if his
eyes held her captive.

   "I love you so much.  From the first day you were born," he told her,
his voice ringing with certainty.

   "I love you, too, Daddy.  From the day I was born."

   Angie realized they could never truthfully speak those words to anyone
but each other.  They felt like rare, special words only for them to ever
say, and she was breathless over the realization of how deeply she meant
them.

   Max leaned in and kissed her.  He kissed her as if he needed her mouth
to live.  His lips and tongue held the strong flavor of her pussy.  It made
her dizzy to taste herself on her father's mouth.

   His engorged cock bobbed between their sweating bodies.  Angie reached
for the aching hot stalk with both hands.  She cupped his balls in one hand
while the other encircled the thick shaft.  She felt his big, flaring dome,
and found it was creamy-wet with pre-cum.

   "I need to fuck you now, baby girl," Max managed to gasp without
entirely breaking off their kiss.

   Angie whimpered into his mouth and guided his amazing cock to her slit.
She was still feeling the high from her orgasm, and yet she was dazed with
the desire to feel him inside her.  Each of them moaned weakly into the
other's mouth as Max's full, round knob pressed into her dripping slit. 
She clutched at his muscular ass while he pushed deeper inside her.  He was
so long and thick.  And so impossibly hard.  Angie felt her eyes water as
he gradually forged in to the hilt.

   She felt him hold still a moment.  He was letting her feel the heat and
pulse of his rock-solid shank.  They just looked at each other, sharing
their forbidden, mutual lust.  And yet there was so much love between them,
too.  How could it not feel so perfect?

   Max drew his cock backward and then pushed back inside.  Angie moaned
and whimpered, "Yes, Daddy.  Yes...please fuck me."

   Max readily complied with his daughter's urgent plea.  He began stroking
into her with steady thrusts.  The rhythm was even and patient at first,
the strong slip-sliding of his cock seeming to open new avenues of pleasure
within her body on every stroke.  She cooed and whimpered and groaned while
her pussy swallowed up every inch of him with greed.

   Oh my god, she thought, my handsome father is such a hot fuck!  She
couldn't decide if it was the best or worst thing that could possibly
happen.  Her pussy was telling her it was the best.  Every tingling nerve
in her body said it, too.  When he started sucking her nipples, pumping
harder and faster into her channel, she gave up the debate and dug her
nails into his flexing ass cheeks, just shy of breaking the skin.  He was
soon pounding into her with forceful thrusts, slamming her whole body
against the mattress.  She almost began to feel like she was being fucked
on a trampoline.

   "Oh fuck," Max growled, "your pussy is fucking exquisite."

   "Oh my baby," Angie cried back, "fuck me as hard you want, Daddy.  I
love that cock.  Every big, hard inch of you.  Ooohhh, you're gonna make me
cum all over you."

   She cried out as another orgasm seemed to take over her entire
existence. "Oh god, now, baby!  Now!  Cum with me, Daddy.  Let it go right
inside ...  fill your loving daughter with everything you got!"

   Max half grunted and half wailed as his overheated cock began to leap
with deep surges of pleasure.  Angie could feel the intense pulsing of the
engorged flesh filling her.  She could see moisture well up in his eyes
until they seemed to be gleaming with unrivaled pleasure.  She could tell
how good she must have felt to him.  It was a shockingly new sensation to
her that only seemed to intensify the edges of an already overpowering
orgasm.

   She ran her hands along his strong, muscular arms, amazed how they could
be so beautifully solid, yet still tremble so much as he spent his forceful
spasms inside her.  There was so much cum spilling out of him that it
started spilling back out of her.  She could feel it seeping out, down,
pooling against her tingling rim.

   Even after their mutual peak, they kept grinding against one another
through the aftermath, wringing every grain of pleasure from their stolen
joy.  But they simply didn't want to break the delicious contact.

   They lay together with only the sound of their heavy breathing between
them.  Their naked, sweaty flesh heaved together with the effort.  Max's
cock slowly relaxed, softening, and slipped out from his daughter's
satisfied pussy.  Angie uttered a soft coo of disappointment.

   She felt a raw warmth all through her body.  Everything was perfect,
down to the sticky trickle of her father's spunk from her pussy slit.  He
spooned up to her with his wet cock pressing against her ass.

   "I love you so much, Daddy," she sighed.

   "I love you too, angel girl," he replied, cupping one of her full tits
in his large hand.

   He hadn't called her angel girl in years, and hearing it gave Angie a
warm, cozy feeling.  There was nowhere she'd rather be than wrapped up in
her father's loving arms.

   "Dad..." she started and then hesitated.

   "Yes, baby girl?"

   "I can't believe there's so much cum in me now." Merely saying so made
her skin tingle.

   "Oh, yeah, um ...  sorry, baby.  Guess I better pick up some condoms
ASAP."

   "No, Daddy.  I guess you better not." She smiled to herself and let out
a soft giggle.

   "Fuck," he whispered, his lips right next to hear ear.  Then he lightly
kissed her neck.

   The last thing she remembered before losing consciousness was the feel
of Max's lips and breath against the hollow at the base of her neck.


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