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 Title: Save Me!


Summary: Busty teenage lifeguard sets her sights on Daddy.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex,voyeur,young







   All her life, Sabrina wanted to be a lifeguard.

   Growing up in southern California, she had practically lived at the
beach through her formative years.  Her dad had been a lifeguard when he
was a young man, and he had taught her to swim while she was still a baby.
When she was very young, she would sit on her father's lap while he watched
his favorite show, Baywatch.

   Sabrina always felt closer to her father than her mother.  Mom used to
enjoy putting on a bikini and going to the beach with them, but she almost
never got in the water.  Sabrina's dad was a software engineer and he was
successful at his job.  Her mother was an advertising executive and she
often made more money than her husband due to her commissions from landing
major clients and accounts.

   Sabrina was aware of all this without really understanding what any of
it meant.  She just knew they had enough money to live comfortably in a
nice house.  They were not far from two beaches.  Sabrina had lots of
friends and her first year of high school was far less stressful than most
teenage girls experienced.

   Then her mother had to go and ruin everything for her.

   In what had to be one of the most awkward dinners in history, Sabrina's
mother introduced them to her "friend" Dana.  Dana was a woman she worked
with, and Sabrina's mother cleared her throat.

   "I have an announcement to make," she said.  Three sets of eyeballs
settled on her.  "Dana and I are in love, and we're going to get married."

   Sabrina's father choked on the bite of food in his mouth.  He coughed
for a moment and then laughed out loud while shaking his head.  The smile
faded quickly from his face when his wife and her new lover both glared at
him hatefully.

   "Oh, my God, you're serious?" he gasped.  "Kathy, what the fu -"I mean,"
he glanced at Sabrina before returning his gaze to his wife, "when did you
start cheating on me?"

   Kathy's face got red, and Dana looked like she wanted to take a swing at
him.  "It's not the same thing, Phil," she said defensively.

   "The hell it's not!" he retorted angrily.

   It only got uglier after that.  The divorce did not go the way Sabrina's
mom had expected, either.  Despite the fact that it was a southern
California courtroom, the judge completely sided with Sabrina's father. 
Phil was awarded sole custody, which caught Kathy and Dana completely
unprepared.  Their lawyer was likewise stunned by the decision.

   They had expected, in a California court of law, that they would easily
win custody of Sabrina.  It wasn't like the judge was some conservative who
sided against them, either.  Instead, he merely applied the legal precedent
and treated the parties involved as if they were all gender-neutral. 

   That legal decision ignited a media feeding frenzy, and it was the last
thing Sabrina needed.  School became a nightmare for her, as she was
suddenly the focus of all sorts of nasty verbal barbs.  Phil could only
watch helplessly as his daughter came home in tears day after day.  Even at
the beach, they drew unwanted attention.  The divorce was contested and
custody was being appealed, and all sorts of lawyers were piling on both
sides of the case.  It was threatening to drag on for years.

   Phil's initial lawyer was an old family friend, and it was his advice
that they ought to move.  They couldn't even sell the house due to the
ongoing legal maneuvering, but Phil was able to rent the place so that he
wasn't on the hook for the entire mortgage payment.  Still, their financial
situation was far from ideal when they packed up their belongings and moved
to a quiet town in the Midwest.

   Sabrina had expected to be miserable, but her first day of school
changed everything.  She had become so accustomed to being harassed that
she braced for it before her father dropped her off in front of the
building.  Her shoulders were tight and set as the first students
approached her in the hall.

   "You're new here," a girl observed.  She held out her hand and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Jenny.  Welcome to our school."

   "Sabrina," she replied, taking the girl's hand.

   "These are my friends, Heather, Diane, and Connie." All three of those
girls murmured "hello" or "hi" as they likewise shook Sabrina's hand.

   "Where are you from, Sabrina?" Connie asked.

   "Southern California, near L.A.," Sabrina replied.  She was still
bracing for that negative backlash, but instead all four girls just seemed
wistful.  They had always wanted to visit southern California.  They asked
if she knew any celebrities.  Sabrina had met a few, and they listened
spellbound as she described those brief encounters.

   Over the course of the day, Sabrina was welcomed by dozens of teenagers.
Only two of them were aware of the legal battle swirling around her, and
they both seemed entirely sympathetic.  Compared to her old school,
everyone she met here just seemed more polite and open.  Several girls
seemed keen to befriend her, and a few guys clearly found her attractive.

   Everything was looking up until it snowed at the end of the week.

   Phil and Sabrina had nothing suitable to wear.  They had to go shopping
for winter clothes, and they were doing it when none of that stuff was on
sale.  Phil cringed when he saw the total, but there was nothing to be done
about it.  Money was already tight after the expenses of moving, and he
wasn't making nearly as much as he had when he had worked for the firm in
L.A.  To make up for it, he would have to work longer hours.

   Phil didn't really get overtime, but he could get more billable hours by
taking on additional projects.  Over the course of the winter, Sabrina saw
her father less and less often.  She was enjoying school, though.  Sabrina
made lots of friends and often stayed at their houses for hours after
school let out.

   Phil looked forward to the time he got to spend with his daughter, and
he really made an effort to keep up with all of her friends.  When she
asked if some of her friends could have a "sleepover" one Friday night, he
smiled and readily agreed.  Then he was caught off guard when those young
women arrived.  He only knew two of the five girls.  He was also
uncomfortably aware that they were young women when he saw their choice
of sleepwear.

   Phil made himself scarce, retreating to his bedroom and letting the
girls have the run of the apartment.  After her friends left the next day,
Sabrina gave him a big hug.

   "Thanks so much, Daddy!" she murmured into his chest.

   He just smiled and hugged her.  Phil had been aware just how miserable
the last semester had been for his daughter before they moved.  It made him
feel that it was all worth it just to see his little girl this happy for a
change.

   * * *

   Phil did his best to shield his daughter from the harsher realities of
life.  He was always careful to leave work at the office, and never brought
up how hard it was for him.  Worse still, he realized with shock one day
that he had really let himself get out of shape.  He emerged from the
shower and stared at his reflection in disbelief.

   Where the hell did that gut come from? He stood and turned, his eyes
wide in horror. Good God!  We've only been here for a few months!  How
have I gotten so out of shape so quickly?

   It did not take long for Phil to piece it together.  In California, they
had gone to the beach almost year-round.  All that swimming and surfing had
kept him in shape.  Even in the waning years of his marriage, he still had
an active sex life with his wife that provided a welcome "core workout"
every few days.  Now he was practically a drone in a cubicle at work.  He
scarfed down unhealthy meals and snacks at odd hours.

   He slapped his gut in disgust and vowed to change his life.  For
Sabrina's sake, he needed to get back into shape.  She was counting on him.

   Phil got a gym membership and started working out.  It had been almost
two decades since he had lifted weights, so it was a painful process for
him to get back into it.  On the bright side, the gym was open all hours.
He had no trouble getting his workouts in around his hectic schedule.  The
downside was that the hours spent in the gym took away from the little time
he spent with Sabrina.

   Father and daughter shared an apartment, but they were becoming
strangers.

   Sabrina noticed that her father was getting into better shape.  She knew
he had a gym membership, but she never accompanied him or watched him work
out.  It was a relief to see his renewed energy levels when he was around;
she had been worried about him.

   Phil barely noticed that his daughter was getting taller.  He was happy
for her when she took the Advanced Lifesaving and Water Safety course from
the Red Cross, earning her certification.  At the same time he was wistful.
He had not been involved at all, other than to give her permission.  She
had caught a ride with her friends to the evening classes at an indoor
pool.

   Both of them started dating that spring, but neither was aware that the
other was doing so.  Phil didn't want to embarrass his daughter by bringing
women around the apartment.  Also, since the divorce was ongoing he
couldn't commit to a new relationship the way he wanted to.  Sabrina was
uncomfortable with the guys she dated, though it took her a while to figure
out why.  It wasn't like they were bad guys.

   By the time she got a job as a lifeguard, they barely saw each other.

   Phil occasionally dropped by the pool where his daughter worked, but he
merely waved to let her know he was there.  He didn't want to crowd his
little girl or embarrass her in front of her friends.  Sabrina appreciated
what he was doing, but it just felt weird.  She and her dad had been so
close when she was younger.  They had bonded over swimming and surfing
together and it had been something they had shared.  Those had been some of
her fondest memories from her childhood.  Now, when she watched her dad
swim and occasionally sunbathe it was like watching some familiar stranger.

   All too soon, that summer was over and Sabrina returned to school.  She
became even more popular her junior year -"being a lifeguard had definitely
earned her more "cool points." Also, she was finally developing a woman's
body.  She had been gangly and thin, but over her junior year of high
school her breasts and hips filled out in a hurry.  Her father did not
notice, but the boys at school certainly did.  She got asked out a lot as a
result.

   Over that same year, Phil really hit his stride at work.  All of the
extra projects he had taken on began to finally bear fruit and they earned
him a lot of money as well as professional respect.  They kept him even
busier, but he really enjoyed the challenges and rewards those projects
provided.  He was able to give his daughter a credit card so she could buy
new clothes.  Her delight made him extremely happy.  It was, after all, the
reason he pushed himself so hard.

   The divorce was finally resolved after nearly three years.  As hard as
Kathy had fought for custody, she had never bothered to visit the entire
time.  She was more upset that she had lost the legal battle than she
actually missed her daughter.  In the end, she begrudgingly agreed to pay a
small settlement for child support and alimony.

   Phil sold the house and split the profit evenly with his ex-wife. 
Before making that decision, though, he had sat down with Sabrina to
discuss it.  Neither of them could imagine moving back to their old house
after all this time.

   Phil and Kathy never talked directly over that final year and a half
before the divorce was finalized.  Everything went through the filter of
lawyers first.  Sabrina's mother stopped answering her calls as well, since
the lawyers had advised her it was a bad idea.  By the time the divorce
proceedings finally ended, Kathy was already a distant memory to both
Sabrina and Phil.

   Nobody was happy with the way the divorce unfolded.  The judge from the
initial case was an elected official, and he was voted out of office by
angry women's groups.  The case itself quickly fell from the media
spotlight, so the high-profile lawyers who had piled on to both sides of
the case did not get the attention they had hoped for.  Kathy had lost her
bid for custody of her daughter, and her relationship with Dana was not
going well.

   Meanwhile, half a continent away, Phil and Sabrina were struggling to
keep their father-daughter bond from completely dissolving.  All the
activities they had shared had simply vanished and they barely saw each
other.  Phil had not been there when his daughter got her driver's license.
She had not been available when he bought her first car for her seventeenth
birthday. 

   Phil had been shocked to find out that he was paying for his daughter's
birth control pills.  He only found out through the credit card statements,
and he couldn't even bring himself to discuss it with her.  There was that
part of him that refused to accept that his little girl was becoming a
woman.  It would be a stumbling block for them both moving forward as they
struggled to reconnect.

   * * *

   They sat in the dining room after Phil had finished reading the immense
packet from the lawyers.

   "It's finally over," he breathed.  He was relieved, but still sad.  It
wasn't what he had wanted.

   Sabrina reached out and squeezed his hand.

   "It's going to be okay, Dad," she assured him.

   He smiled sadly and squeezed her hand in return.  After a moment, his
expression changed to a more thoughtful one as he pursed his lips.

   "You know," he said, "we could actually afford to buy a house now."

   Sabrina looked around at the apartment.  It had been home for nearly
three years.  She chewed her lip thoughtfully as she contemplated moving
elsewhere.

   "Dad, I don't want to move to a new school," she finally said. 
"Besides, it wouldn't make sense to buy a house now.  I'll be graduating
from high school after next year, and then I'll probably go away to
college." She saw her father's stricken expression and thought quickly. 
"Unless you're seeing someone?" she asked.  "Are you..." she swallowed
before continuing, "Are you thinking about starting a new family with
someone else?"

   It was tough for her to get that out.  One of her friends, Connie, had
gone through that the previous year.  Her parents had gotten divorced and
her father had remarried.  It had been tough on Connie.  She lived with her
mother but her dad still lived in town with his new wife, and
seventeen-year-old Connie had a new baby brother.  Half-brother, actually,
but it was still weird.  Sabrina didn't know how she would deal with that.

   Phil shook his head slowly.  He had never given the matter much thought.
Over the past two years, he had barely dated.  The handful of times he had
been with a woman had been furtive little affairs.  Half of those had been
one-night stands.  Certainly there was no woman prominently in his life
-"other than his daughter.  Even she was an enigma these days.

   He looked at her and struggled to think of something to say.  They just
didn't talk often enough, and he desperately wanted to go back to the bond
they had shared.  Finally, he allowed himself to open up about work.

   "You know, I have finally wrapped up half of the projects I had at work.
I can afford to take some time off.  Would you like to do something fun for
Spring Break for once?  We could actually go somewhere and do something
fun."

   He stopped abruptly -"he had been on the verge of suggesting Disneyland.
They had enjoyed going there together years ago, but now the young woman
sitting at the table with him probably wouldn't appreciate the suggestion.

   "I'll be working at the pool," she sighed.  "We'll be open through
Spring Break, and I only have two days off that week."

   "Damn," he muttered, unaware he had even done so.  He forced a smile. 
"Well, at least this year I can spend some time at the pool with you.  I'll
try not to embarrass you."

   They both chuckled, but it felt forced.

   * * *

   Phil had gotten used to spending his free time at the gym.  Now that he
had more of it, his workouts became far more intense.  He was barely
cognizant of just how hard he was pushing himself and how much it showed.
There were far more guys at his gym than women, and most of those women
were married.  The few people that he talked to were casual friends that he
had been talking to for over a year.  The gym staff members complimented
him, but he didn't take it seriously.  After all, they had been just as
complimentary when he had first started his membership.

   Oh, he knew that he was in good shape.  He just never realized how much
attention he was getting.

   Once the pool opened, he enjoyed flirting with some of the women there.
Again, he didn't take it seriously.  This was particularly the case when he
flirted with some of the young female lifeguards who worked with his
daughter.  Sabrina certainly took note.

   Just as he had the previous year, her father kept a careful distance
from Sabrina while she was at work.  His mind stubbornly refused to
recognize her magnificent breasts or the supple curve of her ass.  Phil did
his best to ignore the guys who hit on his daughter, but it was tough. 
Usually he would take the opportunity to go vigorously swim laps when it
happened.  Sabrina figured out what he was doing right away and would
struggle not to laugh.  It was obvious to her, even though he wasn't aware
what he was doing.

   What became equally obvious to Sabrina was that her dad had developed an
amazingly ripped, muscular body over the last year.  Not just "really good
for his age" either.  Her dad looked better than the three guys who were
lifeguards at the pool.  She honestly had not noticed until she watched him
strip off his shirt at the pool.  Even then, her attention was only drawn
to him by the looks he got from other women.

   Jenny was Sabrina's closest friend, and had been ever since they had
arrived from California.  She worked with Sabrina at the pool.  Jenny was
one of the few lifeguards who knew that Phil was Sabrina's dad.  Jenny was
apologetic, but she couldn't help herself.

   "Jesus, your dad is hot!" she murmured.  The two of them were watching
as he emerged, dripping wet, following a dozen laps in the pool.

   "Jenny!" Sabrina hissed in protest, but she had to agree.  Her eyes
roamed around the pool she counted seven other women staring at her father.
A few guys were too.  The guys seemed more impressed than lustful, though.

   The women looked like they wanted to eat him up.  Several of them licked
their lips as they stared openly.  Phil dried his chest and arms and shot
her a grin before waving.  She smiled and waved back, but was stunned to
realize that she felt a shot of arousal.  It caught her unprepared -"she
had never had such a reaction to her own father before.

   One advantage the lifeguards enjoyed was that they always wore
sunglasses.  Sabrina was able to check out the guys who swam at the pool,
and was even supposed to be keeping a close eye on everyone.  After that
moment, her eyes would be drawn to her father every time he emerged from
the water.  She was surreptitious about it and never got caught looking. 
By comparison, Jenny was constantly blushing as Sabrina caught her ogling
him.

   It became a running joke between the two of them, and it would continue
all through the summer.  Whenever Phil would spend a day at the pool,
Sabrina would call Chad over to talk with her.  He was their age, and he
was a very good-looking young man.  He was in on the gag -"every time the
two of them would act flirty, Phil would invariably take a long set of laps
in the pool.  Because his head was underwater, he was unaware of the soft
laughter coming from the lifeguard stand.

   He was also unaware that he was becoming something of an attraction at
the pool.  Several married women and some single moms had gotten
memberships at the pool, hoping to keep their kids occupied over the
summer. They enjoyed feasting their eyes on the young male lifeguards, but
then became captivated with Phil.  Instead of the once-a-week visit to the
pool that these housewives had anticipated, they were there almost every
day.

   Many of these women naturally became friends, and that was nice.  But
they all stopped their conversations to stare when Phil took off his shirt
and each time he got in and out of the water.  Unlike their moms, the kids
didn't hesitate to approach Phil.  He was a gregarious fellow, and as a
former lifeguard he enjoyed playing with the kids in the water.  He would
play games with them, and enjoyed teaching the younger kids to swim.

   Phil had no problem talking with the other parents, but he avoided
embarrassing his daughter by pointing her out to them.  There were a few
other dads who accompanied their kids to the pool, and they all enjoyed
hanging out with Phil and talking to him.  It just made it more difficult
for the lusty housewives to make a move on him.  Phil enjoyed flirting with
those women, but considered it harmless fun.  He failed to grasp that most
of those women wanted to have sex with him.

   Sabrina watched each time.  Amusement warred with an unexpected jealousy
as she watched some woman fawn over her sexy father.  Those emotions always
left her feeling weak once they passed. A daughter shouldn't feel this way
about her own dad!

   Sabrina was deeply conflicted over her feelings.  At her age, it was not
something she could easily express.  She certainly wasn't going to bring it
up with her close friends.  They would have understood, of course.  Jenny
barely kept from drooling when she stared at him -"it just wasn't something
they talked about.

   The summer rushed by all too quickly.  The time shared at the pool had
created an opening for Sabrina to reconnect with her father.  They had
something to discuss over dinner and for a change they were actually eating
together far more often than not.  They finally had some new inside jokes
to share, mostly about the kids and parents and some of the other
lifeguards from the pool.

   The last two weeks the pool was open, Sabrina was aggravated and didn't
have a clue what to do about it.

   One of the girls who had worked with her both years was now in college.
Vickie had returned to work for the summer.  She was twenty, and she looked
like one of the girls from Baywatch.  Phil had started flirting with
Vickie, and it was making Sabrina nuts!  Vickie clearly loved the attention
and was flirting right back.

   Unlike Jenny, Vickie had no clue that Phil was Sabrina's dad.  Chad and
Jenny knew, but nobody bothered to tell Vickie.  Everyone else seemed
amused, and Sabrina tried to pretend that she was too.  She didn't know
what else to do.  Hell, she could barely admit to herself how jealous it
made her to see her father flirting with Vickie.

   It would get worse.

   The day before the pool was going to close for the summer, Vickie
actually took Phil around behind the shacks that housed the bathrooms and
showers.  She was flushed with arousal when she returned fifteen minutes
later, and had a dreamy look in her eye.  Chad, Jenny, and Sabrina were
wide-eyed when Vickie finally spoke.

   "Oh my God," she murmured.  "I never imagined I would get so turned on
by an older guy like that.  That man can kiss!  And let me tell you, he is
packing the biggest dick I've ever felt.  I'm going to have to get some of
that before I go back to school."

   She looked at the wide eyes and shocked expressions and cocked her head.
"What?" she asked.

   It was Chad who broke the news.  "Oh my God, Vickie!" he gasped.  "Phil
is Sabrina's dad!  Didn't you know?"

   "What?!" she gasped in disbelief.  "No!  I had no idea!" She blushed
furiously.  "I didn't think he was that old!  Jesus, Sabrina, why didn't
you say something?"

   "I thought you knew," Sabrina lied.  She felt lame for saying it.  She
was blushing just as much as Vickie was, unable to get that image out of
her head. My dad has a big dick?  Good grief, how am I going to keep from
staring at that, now that I know? 

   * * *

   Phil was disappointed when Vickie avoided him after that, but he had not
expected anything to happen.  He was a little embarrassed that he had let
things go as far as they had, but it had been a real treat to make out with
that busty young lifeguard.  It had taken him back to his own teenage
years, when he had lost his virginity to an older girl he had worked with
as a lifeguard in southern California.

   Both of them were quiet as they ate dinner the following evening.  The
pool was closed, and Sabrina would be returning to school the next day to
start her senior year.  Phil had two new projects lined up at work and
expected to be very busy for the next six weeks.  They were both lost in
their thoughts and only really talked while they washed the dishes after
dinner.

   "I'm going to go to the gym for a workout," Phil announced.  "I know
I'll be really busy at work the next few weeks, and I need to take
advantage of these opportunities when I can."

   "That's a good idea," Sabrina replied.  She was relieved that her father
hadn't caught her staring at his crotch.  That prominent bulge was just
impossible for her to ignore.  Every time she realized that she was
staring, she would avert her gaze quickly and think, Dammit, Vickie!

   Phil left and returned an hour and a half later.  Sabrina was relieved
that he had showered at the gym.  If he had showed up at the apartment all
sweaty in his thin workout clothes...she shuddered involuntarily at the
thought.  Then she pictured her dad's ripped body as he emerged from the
shower wrapped only in a towel.  She was getting far too turned on thinking
about her own father!

   Her nipples were sensitive and completely hard when she hugged him
good-night.  Sabrina lay awake in her bed for a long time that night.

   * * *

   Fortunately, they were both extremely busy for the next several weeks.
It gave Sabrina time to come to grips with her feelings.  Several of her
friends inadvertently helped.  Jenny and Heather started a conversation one
day about guys they hadn't slept with but would love to try.  They were
sitting in the school cafeteria at lunch.  Sabrina, Connie, and two other
girls smirked as they listened to their friends rattle off a couple of the
hotter guys in school.

   "Oh, Pete is looking just amazing!" Heather gushed.  They all had to
agree, looking across the cafeteria at the young man in question.  "Who
would have thought he would turn into such a hottie over the summer."

   "He's cute," Jenny agreed, nodding.  She just didn't seem as
enthusiastic about it.

   "What?" Connie asked.  "Who are you thinking about?  I don't think
there's anybody here who got more attractive than Pete."

   It was Jenny's turn to blush.  "I can't really say," she protested.

   The other girls all needled her, and Sabrina sucked in a surprised gulp
when she finally hissed, "It's Sabrina's dad, okay?  There isn't a guy in
this school that is as hot as he is." She looked over at Sabrina.  "I'm
sorry, but it's true."

   Of the other girls at the table, only Heather had seen Sabrina's dad
over the summer.  She bit her lip and nodded.  "Jenny's right about that,"
she breathed.  "But, come on, he's Sabrina's dad for crying out loud. 
None of us are actually going to sleep with him." Her eyes went wide. 
"Seriously, Jenny, you'd sleep with him?"

   It was Jenny's turn to bite her lip and she turned crimson.  Sabrina
felt terrible for her -"she was so embarrassed!  She reached over and
patted her best friend's shoulder reassuringly.

   "Hey, he's my dad, but I understand," she murmured.  Then she gave Jenny
a wicked grin.  "Just don't expect me to call you 'Mom' if you get together
with my dad!"

   The other girls all erupted in laughter and even Jenny joined in.  It
was just too ridiculous.

   But it crystallized what Sabrina had been struggling with ever since she
had first gotten turned on by her own father.  It wasn't just her -"her
friends agreed that her dad was something special.  He was more attractive
than any of the guys in their school, which included every guy she had
dated.  Sabrina realized what had been gnawing at her for all these years.
She had been settling for guys who had far less going for them than the man
she lived with.

   She loved her father.  She was also in love with her father.  It was
an enormous moment when she realized it.  Now that she understood what she
was feeling, she needed to figure out what to do about it.  That would take
a while.

   * * *

   Sabrina's birthday was in October, making her the first of her friends
to turn eighteen.  She wanted to do something cool for her birthday, and
wanted to include her friends.  Her father wanted desperately to make his
daughter's birthday amazing -"maybe even more than she wanted it.

   "Seriously, Sabrina," he assured her with an intense look in his eyes,
"I want this to be a night you'll remember for the rest of your life. 
Don't worry how much it costs; if we can make it happen, I want to do it
for you."

   They contemplated hiring a live band and holding a birthday concert. 
That fell short of amazing because there just wasn't a band available that
actually appealed to Sabrina.  It would have cost three thousand dollars,
which Sabrina thought was crazy.  Her dad hadn't even batted an eye at the
cost.  That meant more to her than the idea of the concert, which had
seemed pretty cool.

   Instead, they rented the large indoor pool at the gym for the evening.
Phil hired a local DJ for the pool party, and Sabrina invited the entire
senior class.  It was a testament to just how popular she was when all 236
seniors came to the swimming party.  That was a lot more people than the
Olympic-sized pool could accommodate, but almost half of the kids didn't
swim. 

   Phil hung out with the scores of parents in the parking lot for the four
hours that the party lasted.  It was every bit as amazing and memorable as
they had hoped.  After the massive party at the pool, Sabrina's closest
friends joined them at the apartment for a sleepover.  It was a Friday
night, and Phil had gotten permission from the other girls' parents to let
them drink.

   It wasn't the first time for any of the girls, but it was a pleasant
change to be allowed to drink.

   "You know, this is the first time I feel like I'm being treated like an
adult," Jenny grinned, sipping champagne.  The other girls all nodded as
they relaxed around the dining room table.  Phil was sitting on a bar stool
behind the kitchen counter, and he smiled happily.  It was everything he
had hoped for his little girl.

   He served as their bartender, mixing drinks for the girls.  He made sure
the drinks were tasty and not too strong.  After the champagne was gone,
the girls were really more interested in talking than getting drunk.  That
was a relief.  Phil had put himself out on a limb to get permission for the
girls to drink, and he wanted them to enjoy themselves.  He had two drinks
over the course of the night, and then sipped coffee to make sure he was
alert.

   There were seven girls, but two of them did not have permission to stay
overnight.  Phil drove Diane and Stephanie home just after midnight, and
both girls gave him an embarrassing hug right in front of their parents. 
His self-conscious grin just earned chuckles from both sets of parents, and
they shook his hand and thanked him for looking out for their daughters. 
Phil returned to the apartment and rushed inside, a little worried that the
girls might have hit the liquor in his absence.  Instead, he was caught
offguard to find the five remaining girls all dressed in sexy little
nighties.

   What he really had not expected was the dance party that ensued.

   Oh, it wasn't loud boisterous music, and that just made it worse.  The
girls had selected a playlist of romantic slow songs, and they all insisted
on dancing with him.  Phil knew that most of these girls were only
seventeen, and he kept that thought firmly in mind as he danced with them
as chastely as he could.  It was tough, because they pressed their bodies
against him insistently every chance they got.  Phil was so distracted with
all of the girls cooing and touching him that he never consciously noticed
his daughter was one of the most insistent.

   Phil was sorely tempted to have a big drink after they finally went to
bed.  The girls had taken over the king-sized bed in his room and he
planned to sleep on the couch.  They stayed up for two more hours talking
and giggling in his room before Sabrina and Jenny retreated to Sabrina's
room to sleep.  Phil was still sound asleep on the couch when the girls got
up and fixed breakfast the next morning.

   It was Jenny who woke him up, bringing a fresh cup of coffee.  Her gauzy
babydoll nightie was tantalizing, and Phil had a hungry look in his eye
before he realized who it was.  Their eyes met, and he was chagrined that
she had totally caught him checking her out.  She only smiled.  When she
walked away, she wiggled her bottom at him, and he blushed furiously.

   Phil carefully sat up and took a long sip of coffee.  He sighed
appreciatively as the caffeine worked its magic.  Unfortunately, he had to
go to the bathroom rather urgently.  He got up and walked briskly to the
bathroom, unaware of how obvious his morning wood was in his boxers.  He
had been so tired he hadn't even worn a shirt that night.  All of Sabrina's
friends stared, and their eyes were still wide when the bathroom door
closed behind him.

   "Oh my God," Connie breathed.  She turned to Jenny, who was grinning
broadly.  "When you said Sabrina's dad was hot, I had no idea!"

   "Connie!" Sabrina protested, "That's my dad you're talking about."

   Connie murmured an insincere apology, but then all of the girls sucked
in a breath when Jodie blurted, "If he was my dad, I'd fuck him." She
looked around at their shocked faces.  "What?" she asked.  "Too much
honesty?  Come on, if he was your dad..."

   Sabrina just grinned and shook her head.  Her friends all gave Jodie a
hard time, but none of them refuted what she had said, either.  Sabrina
knew that every one of her friends would happily fuck her dad.  She also
knew that none of them would blame her if she did it.

   They managed to change the topic before Phil finished getting dressed
and joined them for breakfast.

   * * *

   Sabrina had repeatedly told everyone she invited to the pool
party not to bring her a present or a card.  Of course, almost everyone
had.  There was a small mountain of presents to go through, and over a
hundred cards.  Most of the birthday cards had some cash enclosed.  Phil
and Sabrina were both astonished at some of the extravagant presents she
had been given.

   "I barely even know her!" Sabrina exclaimed as she unwrapped a beautiful
dress from a girl named Tara.  "God, it's beautiful." Phil had to agree
when Sabrina modeled the dress for him later.

   The pool had only cost two hundred dollars to rent.  The DJ had charged
another two hundred.  The cash in the cards amounted to almost two thousand
dollars.  It was mind-numbing to see the generosity of her classmates so
obviously displayed.  When Sabrina offered to pay for her own party, Phil
wouldn't hear of it.

   "You need to buy yourself a few nice things and let everyone know you
appreciate their generous gifts," he advised her.  "Then put the rest of
the money in your college fund.  You'll be glad you have it once you start
college."

   It took most of the weekend, but with her father's help, Sabrina was
able to write a thank-you card to everyone who had brought her a present or
a card.  She wrote an effusive "Thank you for listening to me!" card to the
few friends who had attended her party and not brought her a present or
card.  They had done those cards carefully, so that the friends who had
brought presents wouldn't take offense if they saw them.

   Everyone talked about the amazing birthday party for weeks afterward,
and it meant that Sabrina would earn an invitation to everyone else's
eighteenth birthday party for the rest of the year.  People she didn't even
know approached her and asked for advice when their birthdays approached.
That included the guys.

   * * *

   Sabrina started carefully flirting with her father after that amazing
birthday bash.  Phil kept himself under rigid control around his daughter,
refusing to acknowledge that she was now a gorgeous, busty woman.  Whenever
his eyes would settle on her breasts or bottom, his gaze would reflexively
snap to something else in the room.  To Sabrina, he seemed blind to her
obvious charms, and she felt that he treated her like a child.  It started
to piss her off.

   Every guy at her school noticed her and her impressive bust line.  Her
father apparently failed to take note even when she wore no bra and a
nearly transparent t-shirt.  She wanted him to notice when her breasts
bobbed around enticingly, but she never caught him looking.  The only thing
that kept her from losing it entirely was that he allowed her to wear
skimpy clothes and even sit in his lap.  At her age, none of her friends
took such liberties with their dads.

   While her father refused to let on what a sexy woman his daughter had
become, his thick cock responded noticeably to her soft, round bottom.  He
didn't get rock-hard every time she sat in his lap, but when he did she
loved the way it felt.  She was careful not to overdo it when she wiggled
her bottom in his lap and pressed the thick, hard shaft against her
sensitive lower lips.

   Phil wasn't an idiot; he just couldn't reconcile the sexy woman sitting
in his lap with his mental image of his daughter as an innocent little
girl. He was embarrassed to find his dick getting hard, and did his best to
play it off as though it wasn't happening.  Unlike his daughter, he had not
been laid in several months.  She had tried to get over her attraction to
her father by letting three different young men take her to bed.  It hadn't
worked.

   At the end of her Christmas vacation, Sabrina was flipping through the
channels on the television and couldn't find anything she felt like
watching.  At the time, her father was in the kitchen preparing something
for them to eat.  His voice carried out to the living room with a helpful
suggestion.

   "Hey, we've got a Netflix account," he reminded her.  "Amazon, too. 
There is a ton of stuff there that we can watch if you don't like what's on
TV."

   That was how their Baywatch binge began.  That evening after they had
eaten, Sabrina settled into her father's lap and started the first episode.
It had been so long since they had watched any of the shows that they were
almost funny now.  What wasn't funny was just how hard Phil's dick got as
he watched those gorgeous women bouncing along the beach in slow motion.

   He felt silly for getting turned on, but those women had been his
fantasy for longer than he could even remember.  Sabrina shivered as her
father shifted beneath her.  His rampant erection pressed urgently against
her pussy lips without her having to move a muscle.  The way it throbbed
there had her panting long before they got through the second episode.

   Oh, God, it's so thick, she thought.  Each time he moved at all, it
sent fresh tremors through her body.  At any moment, she expected him to
growl and pull her tiny panties aside.  That thick, throbbing daddy-cock
was clearly hungry to take her.  She heard him moan softly, twice.  Both
times, she slowly turned to look at his face out of the corner of her eye.

   He was focused on the screen both times!  She could not believe how her
father had managed to tune her out so completely.  Again, she tried not to
get angry about it.  She realized that he was so focused on the screen that
she could move in his lap and savor the feel of him without drawing his
attention.  Sabrina had to battle not to gasp out loud the first time the
ridge of that throbbing daddy-dick strummed across her clit.

   Oh, good lord!  It felt amazing!  At the same time, the thick shaft was
pressed between her lips.  Only her father's thin workout shorts and her
skimpy, moist panties kept her from feeling the touch of his hot flesh. 
While her father's attention was focused on the television screen, hers was
completely focused on what was going on between her thighs.

   She did gasp out loud when her father abruptly pushed her to her feet.
He stood up and smiled at her.  She was completely confused.  When he
hugged her, she thought he was finally making his move.  Then he released
her.

   "Well, that was a lot of fun," he said.  "But we really ought to go to
bed."

   "Okay!" she agreed eagerly.

   He smiled again and kissed the tip of her nose.  "Goodnight, Pumpkin,"
he murmured.  Then he left her standing in the living room as he walked
into his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

   It took two full minutes for Sabrina to figure it out.  The episode had
ended.  As aroused as she was, she could not believe her father hadn't
experienced any of what she had.  Her hand slid down to find her panties
completely drenched with her juices. How the hell had he not noticed that?

   She shook her head in bafflement.  It made no sense at all!

   Her hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob of her father's
bedroom.  She was completely on fire, ready to throw caution to the wind
and throw herself into her father's strong arms.  She just couldn't do it.
As impossibly horny as she was, it was a risk she couldn't take.  Her
father had never given any indication that he even noticed her as a woman.
He would freak out for sure if she tried to get him to do anything sexual
and she knew it.

   "Dammit!" she whispered in frustration.  Her eyes narrowed and she
turned to her own bedroom. I'll have to make him notice, she thought.

   She lay awake in her bed and thought about seducing her father.  Even
though she had thrashed her horny little pussy through a half-dozen fierce
orgasms, she was still stroking her drenched and sensitive lips as she
contemplated what she would do, what she would wear.  "I need to do some
shopping," she murmured with a sly grin.  She shivered through one last
orgasm before rolling onto her side and falling asleep.

   Phil had likewise masturbated furiously in his bed that night.  Unlike
Sabrina, he had not had pictures of incestuous coupling in mind.  Instead,
he had pictured the busty babes of Baywatch while he stroked his rampant
erection.  There was a part of his mind that found the whole thing
ludicrous.  After all, those women were all much older than he was.  They
certainly didn't look like they had when he just watched them on
television.

   Still, he was completely hard and even imagined he could smell a woman's
aroused pussy.  When he erupted, he was picturing a busty lifeguard bent
over in front of him, eagerly taking every stroke of his hard dick.  He
fell asleep soon afterward, with his semen still plastered all over his
chest and belly.

   * * *

   Since it was the last day of Sabrina's Christmas vacation, she slept in
the next morning.  Phil had to go to work for six hours.  He shook his head
and grinned as he scrubbed his dried semen from his torso in the shower. 
Those Baywatch babes could still do it for him, and that was both amusing
and arousing.  Once he was clean and dressed, he quietly left for work.

   Sabrina awoke an hour later.  She was still horny and could almost feel
her father's thick shaft pressing insistently between the moist petals of
her sex.  Her shower was quick; she wanted to get out and shop for clothes
before her father got home from work.  She was determined to make him see
her as a woman, and there were some items of apparel that she thought might
just do the trick.  She spent two hours shopping and returned home, excited
to try on her new purchases.

   It felt very strange the first time she tried on a thong.  Lots of her
friends wore them, but Sabrina had always preferred slightly less revealing
panties.  She knew that she would need to act nonchalant when she wore them
around her father.  If he made any sort of comment she would have to act as
if they were no big deal.  She grinned into her bedroom mirror when that
thought ran through her head.

   No big deal indeed!  This thong barely covers my pussy lips!

   She turned around and suppressed a gasp.  The thin strand of the
backside of the thong completely disappeared between the cheeks of her
shapely bottom.  It looked for all the world like she wasn't even wearing
underwear.  She could certainly feel it, though, pressed as it was against
her sensitive little rosebud.  She turned back around and watched as her
hand reached down to slide the thong aside.  The fuzzy lips of her horny
pussy were completely exposed and slightly spread.  Sabrina could
practically picture her father's thick cock sliding up into her.  Her
fingers lightly touched and spread her lips open.

   "Daddy's eager little fuck-hole," she murmured as she stared at it.  She
shivered and shook her head, looking at her face in the mirror. Am I
really doing this?

   Then she recalled her father's prominent bulge and how intense it had
felt between those same sensitive lips.  She looked at her aroused
expression and recalled Vickie's similar look after she had made out with
him at the pool.  Sabrina's fingers slid inside her and she imagined how
good her father's dick was going to feel, how it was going to fill her up
completely.  She had enjoyed the last three boys who had enthusiastically
fucked her, but now she was ready for a man.

   Sabrina slid the thong down her shapely thighs and she grinned.  The
skimpy little white bikini was next.  She struggled to get her big boobs
into the tiny triangles of cloth, and even then her nipples were clearly
visible through the thin material.  The bikini bottoms were essentially the
same as the thong, only they had little spaghetti straps on the sides which
tied into bows.  It took a couple of tries to get them tied securely and
the tiny piece of material kept trying to slide down while she was doing
it.

   Once she managed to get the bikini onto her body, she took one look at
her reflection and sucked in a shocked breath.  Even to her, the tiny
translucent swimsuit looked obscene.  It left nothing to the imagination
and looked as if it wanted to expose her hard nipples and puffy pussy
lips as soon as she moved.

   Oh, this is too much, she thought.  She chewed on her bottom lip as she
turned slowly and inspected her reflection. I'll have to wait to spring
this on him.  It's just a little too revealing.

   When she reached her hands up to adjust the strings at her shoulders,
both of her breasts sprang free of the skimpy garment.  Her nipples were
rock-hard, begging for her father's mouth.  Sabrina stared at her
reflection.  She could not believe how wanton she looked in the mirror. 
How could her father not have noticed?

   By the time Phil returned in the afternoon, Sabrina had stashed the
obscene bikini in the back of her underwear drawer.  She was not sure she
would ever have the nerve to actually wear the thing. 

   She wore a long t-shirt that night, concealing the skimpy thong that she
wore beneath it.  Phil didn't notice how she trembled as she slid into his
lap.  Once again, he was completely focused on the television screen.  His
thick dick was hard before the opening credits even finished rolling. 
Unlike the previous evening, he was wearing jeans instead of the soft
cotton shorts.

   Sabrina groaned in consternation.  She could tell that he was hard, but
the denim kept his shaft firmly out of her reach along the inside of his
left thigh.  Phil finally took note about the fifth time she sighed in
annoyance.

   "What's the matter, Pumpkin?" he asked.

   "Daddy, I hate to complain, but your jeans are awfully scratchy," she
said demurely.  She reached for the remote and paused the show.  "Would you
mind taking them off?"

   "Sorry, I didn't realize..." he started.

   She slid from his lap and patted his cheek.  "It's okay, Daddy," she
reassured him.

   Phil stood, but before he could retreat to his room to change, Sabrina
spoke quickly.  "You can just take those off," she said, trying not to
sound too eager.  "You have boxers on, right?"

   Phil nodded, not quite thinking clearly.  He had never taken his pants
off in front of his daughter before, but he couldn't really think of a good
excuse not to at that moment.  It bothered him, but he did not really know
why.  After a moment of indecision, he shrugged and opened his fly, sliding
the jeans down his legs.  His hard dick threatened to spring right up out
of the opening in the front of the thin boxers.  It was all Sabrina could
do to keep her eyes on her father's face rather than drooling at the sight
of his hard shaft.

   She managed a warm smile.  "Thanks, Daddy.  I'm sure those soft boxers
will feel much better against my legs."

   Phil smiled back at his little girl, kicking the jeans aside before
sitting down on the couch.  Sabrina pressed play on the remote and picked
up her father's discarded jeans, folding them neatly before sliding back
into his lap.

   Phil was scarcely aware of it when his erection sprang out of the front
of his boxers.  Sabrina managed to contain her gasp, but barely.  She
slowly turned to observe her father's face, making sure he was still
focused on the screen before she spread her thighs and looked down.

   There it was!  She could actually see that thick, hard daddy-dick
throbbing between her thighs, scant inches from the moist pussy where it
belonged.  Only...now she had no idea what to do.

   She wanted to touch it, wanted to pull her skimpy thong aside and take
that pulsing pussy-pleaser inside her.  At the same time, she was frozen
with indecision.  She was certain she had only gotten this far because her
father was unaware of what was happening.  She was worried he would notice,
and then it would be the end of everything they had shared up to this
point.

   Sabrina stifled another involuntary gasp when her father's hard cock
lurched up to smack against her wet lips.  Her thighs closed involuntarily
around the throbbing shaft, and she shivered as he let out a sexy groan. 
She slowly turned her head, afraid to see his expression.  Once again, he
was completely focused on the screen.  However, his hips were slowly
pressing upward as he stared at the busty lifeguard on the television.

   Sabrina couldn't believe her father was humping against her, and she was
filled with trepidation that this sinful stimulation would end at any
moment.  She shivered and came against her father's insistent thrusts.  He
groaned when she did, and she was just sure the game was up.  But he kept
right on flexing his buttocks without seeming aware he was doing it.

   Phil was prone to vivid waking dreams.  Even though his eyes were open
and locked on the screen in front of him, his mind was picturing scenes
from his own youth, when he had been a lifeguard on the beach in southern
California.  He had enjoyed some amazing sex with two different gorgeous
female lifeguards back then, as well as a handful of the "beach bunnies"
who had eagerly thrown themselves at him.  That montage blended in with the
images on the screen.  The sensations coming from his lap just seemed a
part of that dream.  When he blinked and realized the end credits were
rolling, he believed he had fallen asleep.

   By the time the second episode was over, Sabrina had come twice more. 
She just knew he would notice all of the pussy juice she had spread over
his cock, but she was delirious and couldn't think of anything to say.  Her
legs were quaking as she stood up and her father embraced her.  "Love you,
Pumpkin," he muttered into her ear.

   Sabrina watched her father pick up his jeans and stumble into his room.
She wondered if he was drunk -"after all, how could he not have noticed? 
What she didn't understand was just how tired he was.  He had only gone
into the office for a six-hour workday, but he had been pulling so many
twelve-to-sixteen hour days over the past month that he was almost
delirious from exhaustion.

   He was hard as a brick, but so wiped out that he immediately fell asleep
without even masturbating.  He did, however, have intensely erotic dreams
in which he was pounding his hard dick deep into the willing pussy of a
busty young lifeguard.  His subconscious mind registered that it was his
daughter's shapely bottom that he was picturing eagerly pressing back to
take every thrust in that dream.  She was bent over in front of him,
moaning encouragement as he took her.

   In the morning, he could not recall the dream at all, but he somehow
felt guilty.  He just didn't know why.  By the time he got his shower, he
had managed to shake it from his mind.  It was Monday, and he once again
had a long day at the office to look forward to.  Sabrina looked lovely as
they shared breakfast.  Her eyes constantly searched his, expecting him to
say something about the previous evening.  When he just smiled at her, she
made herself relax.  She gave her father a peck on the cheek before leaving
for school.

   Phil wasn't aware he was doing it when his daughter headed toward the
front door, but he was staring at her shapely ass until her heavy winter
coat hid it from view.  He grinned and shook his head when he drove to
work, surprised to find he was slightly aroused despite the cold.  He
managed to clear his mind and focus on work for the rest of the day, but it
was another very long workday.  After work, he dragged his exhausted
carcass to the gym for his regular workout.  His motions were mechanical,
almost robotic as he went from station to station.  He was halfway home
when he realized he had neglected to get groceries.

   Sabrina was concerned when she saw her father.  He looked haggard, and
she finally realized how hard he had been pushing himself the past month.
Before she could voice her concern, though, he spoke up.

   "Sabrina, I'm so sorry," he managed with a wry smile and a shake of his
head.  "I totally forgot to go shopping for groceries after work.  I know
we're out of milk and bread.  What else do we need?"

   "Dad, you need to sit down and rest," she insisted firmly.  "You look
like you would fall asleep behind the wheel if you tried to drive anywhere.
Don't worry about the groceries; I'll make us something for dinner."

   Phil opened his mouth to protest, but that turned into a huge yawn.  She
was right, he realized; he needed to rest.  When he caught his reflection
in his bathroom mirror, it only confirmed what she had said.  He looked
like he was on the verge of collapse.  Phil stripped off his shirt and
slacks, but he was adding up all the hours he had worked over the past five
weeks.  His eyes shot open in shock when the enormity of that number hit
him.  It was well over four hundred hours!  And that was just his billable
hours -"it represented close to a hundred hours a week spent in the office.

   While that would certainly provide an impressive paycheck, it was not a
healthy number and he knew it.  He stumbled into his bed and immediately
fell asleep.  Meanwhile, Sabrina found a can of beef stew and quickly
heated it up.  It was essentially a complete meal in a can.  She would have
preferred to make some toast to go with it, but they were out of bread. 
She poured a glass of wine for her father and apple juice for herself.  It
would be a filling meal, and then she would insist on her father going
straight to bed.

   She dished up the stew and then made her way into her father's bedroom.
She sucked in an involuntary breath when she saw him lying there.  He was
wearing only boxers, and his rampant erection was standing straight up out
of the opening in the front of the thin underwear.  He was clearly sound
asleep.

   Sabrina was only peripherally aware that she was walking closer to the
bed.  Her focus on that throbbing pillar of flesh was complete and her
mouth was watering.  It felt impossibly hot as her little hand closed on
the pulsing shaft.  Her father groaned as his hips thrust forward.  His
cock pushed up into her hand three times before she managed to clear her
head and release him.

   He needs to eat dinner, she thought. But he'll be embarrassed if I
wake him up and he's exposed like this.  I just need to tuck him back into
his boxers.

   She reached forward again, her hand shaking as she gripped that
impressive slab of dick-meat.  She stared at it, marveling at the way it
filled her hand so completely.  Then she couldn't help but imagine how
incredible it would feel inside her needy little pussy.  That thought made
her knees weak, and they actually buckled.  That was how she found herself
collapsing onto her father's bed, and how his thick cock found its way into
her mouth.

   Her eyes shot open as the thick, spongy head spread her lips wide open.
She hadn't meant to do it, and would have pulled her head off of him
immediately, but then his hand tangled in her hair and his hips thrust
upward insistently, feeding her more of his dick.  She froze and stared up
at her father's face as he fucked her mouth.  He didn't force the whole
thing down her throat, so she was able to take the fat head and first few
inches between her wet lips.  She just couldn't believe it was happening.

   All too quickly, he was erupting into her mouth.  Sabrina closed her
lips around the ridge of his cock-head and swallowed her father's copious
semen.  She just couldn't think of anything else to do, and she was certain
that he would wake up at any second.  She could not imagine how she would
explain this.  He moaned gratefully in his sleep, but his eyes were still
closed when she drained the last drops from him.

   His hand released her head after he had finished, and he mumbled
something unintelligible.  Sabrina stared at his cock as she swallowed the
mouthful of hot cum. I can't believe that just happened! she thought. 
She licked her lips and shook her head.  He had softened considerably, and
she tucked his cock into his boxers and smoothed them over his dwindling
erection.

   She stood up and retreated to the doorway, clearing her throat and
knocking loudly on the bedroom door.

   "Daddy, I fixed us some dinner," she announced.  "You need to eat, and
then you can go right back to sleep."

   Phil groggily sat up, completely unaware of what had just happened.  He
was vaguely aware that he was really hungry, once he smelled the beef stew.
He nodded and slid his legs out of the bed, stumbling out to the dining
room in his boxers.

   "Thanks, Pumpkin," he mumbled.  He didn't notice the way she blushed.

   "You're welcome, Daddy," she replied.

   After dinner, Phil went back to his room and promptly fell into a deep
sleep.  Sabrina cleaned the dishes and then stood in his doorway, watching
him sleep and still trying to come to grips with what had happened.  She
could almost taste him in her mouth, even though his flavor had been washed
down with her dinner and juice.

   I gave my dad a blowjob! The thought played over and over in her mind.
She was tempted to give him another one.  Instead, she stumbled to her own
bed and tried to go to sleep.  It took hours before she finally managed to
fall asleep, and only after she had masturbated while thinking about her
father's cock in her mouth.

   * * *

   The next morning, it was Sabrina who was groggy and slow to get up.  Her
father seemed chipper and well-rested.  Sabrina was relieved, both because
he looked so much better and because he seemed to have no recollection of
filling her mouth with his hard cock and thick cream.

   Sabrina managed to get through her school day without incident, but her
mind was constantly returning to that moment when she had found her mouth
filled with daddy-dick.  She was torn.  On the one hand, she had rather
enjoyed it.  On the other, she dreaded that her father would somehow figure
out what had happened.  Even though there was no rational reason, she
imagined he would be mad if he knew.  As a result, she was very uneasy when
he called her that afternoon.

   "Hello?" she answered the phone nervously.

   "Hey, Pumpkin," her father said with a long sigh.  "Look, I'm really
sorry, but I have to pull another long day here at the office.  Can you
pick up groceries?"

   "Sure, Daddy," she replied automatically.  Her voice practically dripped
with her relief.

   "I may not be home for dinner," he went on, "so don't wait for me.  I'll
call as soon as I get done here, okay?"

   "Okay," she replied.

   Sabrina did not take long with the grocery shopping.  She wasn't
terribly hungry for dinner, so she had a sandwich and chips with a soda. 
All that evening, she wondered how tired her father would be when he got
home.  Her tongue worked around her lips and inside her mouth as she
imagined taking her father's cock into her mouth again.

   However, she was terribly tired after not getting much sleep the night
before.  She wound up falling asleep on the couch long before her father
finally called that night.  Phil was only slightly surprised when she did
not answer the phone -"it was almost midnight, after all.  Still, he
decided to head home and check on Sabrina before going to the gym.

   When he pulled into the parking lot, he could see through the window
that the lights were still on and it made him nervous.  Like most parents,
there was that part of his mind that invariably dredged up the worst-case
scenario.  He chewed his lip as he parked the car and hustled to the front
door of the apartment.  He breathed out a sigh of relief when he unlocked
the door and saw his daughter asleep on the couch.  Then he felt bad; she
had obviously waited up for him and he hadn't been there for her.

   "Only three more days," he muttered to himself as he approached the
couch.  "Three more days and this project will be finished.  Then I can
stop killing myself with these hours and spend more time with my daughter."

   As was so often the case, Sabrina was wearing only a thin, long t-shirt
and panties.  Phil smiled down at his daughter.  She was so beautiful. 
Once again, his mind refused to acknowledge what his eyes were drinking in:
his gaze swept over her magnificent breasts and hard nipples, and on down
to the generous curve of her hip.  He gently lifted her in his arms and
carried her into her room, depositing her on her bed and tenderly covering
her with the sheet.

   "Sweet dreams, Pumpkin," he whispered before retreating and closing her
door.

   It took a few minutes for him to realize that he was sporting an
erection.  Once again, he failed to connect his arousal with the curvaceous
teenager in the next room.  He was tired and not thinking clearly at all
when he changed into his workout shorts and tank top.  It wasn't until he
stepped out into the freezing cold that he regained his senses.

   "What the hell am I doing?" he asked aloud, stepping quickly back inside
and closing the front door loudly.  Phil muttered to himself as he made his
way to the kitchen, quickly sucking down his workout supplements with a
glass of water.  His workout would have to wait.

   Within a half hour, he was sound asleep in his bed.

   Sabrina started awake when she heard the front door, and was surprised
to find herself in her bed.  She lay awake and listened to her father
muttering to himself out in the kitchen.  A smile played over her lips and
she got to her feet and tiptoed to her bedroom door.  She eased the door
open and gasped softly when she saw her father.  His thin workout shorts
did nothing to hide the bulging erection that tented out the front
outrageously.  Somehow he seemed oblivious to it as he gulped down his
pills, powder, and water.

   She continued to watch silently.  She didn't know if he was preparing to
leave for the gym or if he had just gotten home following a workout.  He
didn't appear to be sweaty, so she expected him to leave.  Instead, he ran
his hand over his face and walked to his bedroom, closing the door behind
him.  Her eyes had been glued to the front of his shorts as he walked by,
and she licked her lips hungrily once again.

   If Phil had just glanced to his right as he walked by, he would have
seen his daughter salivating and staring at his crotch.  He hadn't, of
course.  Instead, he had blearily walked to his bed and rolled into it
without a coherent thought in his head.  By the time Sabrina peeked in his
doorway to check on him, he was already snoring softly.

   Sabrina stood there torn with indecision and lust for several minutes.
In the end, it was exhaustion that made up her mind for her.  Too tired to
think clearly, she stumbled back to her own bed to dream about her father's
thick, throbbing cock.

   * * *

   The next morning came far too early for either of them.  Father and
daughter both stumbled out of bed blearily in response to their alarms,
almost running into each other on their way to the bathroom.  Sabrina's
eyes locked on the morning wood standing proudly at attention in front of
her and Phil's eyes took in her throbbing nipples for a brief moment before
he turned and headed out to the kitchen.

   "I'll use the bathroom after you're done," he said.  Then he busied
himself making a pot of fresh coffee.

   Sabrina quickly showered and retreated to her bedroom to get dressed. 
Phil took his turn next.  Both were remarkably quick.  They shared a brief
breakfast before heading out the door.

   After school, Sabrina hung out with three of her friends at Connie's
house.  She was obviously tired and her friends gently commented about it.

   "Seriously, Sabrina," Connie said with a sad shake of her head, "You
should just go home and take a nap.  You look like you're about to fall
over."

   Sabrina nodded and gave her friends perfunctory hugs before heading out
to her car.  She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror.  "Damn, they're
right," she said softly.  She drove home and stripped down to her thong
panties.  She was so tired that she didn't even bother to put on a shirt;
she just slid into her bed and fell fast asleep.

   * * *

   Phil wasn't doing much better, despite his impressive intake of coffee.
Fortunately, he had managed to get so much work done during the past few
weeks that he was now waiting on his colleagues to catch up to him.  Bob,
the office manager, popped his head in the doorway to Phil's office just
before five in the evening.

   "Jesus, Phil, what are you still doing here?" Bob asked.  At Phil's
uncomprehending look, he went on, "Phil, you need to get some rest.  Give
the rest of your team some time to get caught up.  I'm heading home, and so
should you.  Seriously, man, you look like you need a good night's sleep.
Get out of here."

   Phil nodded and yawned before getting up out of his seat.  "That's
probably a good idea, Bob," he mumbled in acknowledgement.  Still, he did
stop at the gym for his usual workout routine before making his way home.
That workout and shower served to help get his mind focused, but his
reflection in the mirror as he dried off let him know that Bob was right.
He needed sleep.

   Phil arrived at the apartment and shivered as he shook off the snow just
outside the front door.  He was grateful that it was so warm in their
apartment as soon as he stepped inside.  He hung up his coat and stripped
off his work clothes en route to his bedroom.  He was down to his underwear
and socks after pulling his slacks off, and he draped his dress shirt, tie
and pants over his right forearm.  Abruptly, he realized that he had not
seen Sabrina since that morning, but he had seen her car in the parking
lot. He tapped lightly on her bedroom door and pushed it open.

   What he saw caused him to suck in his breath in disbelief.  It was just
his daughter in her bed, but he had never seen her like this!  She had
pushed the covers aside in her sleep and now lay on her back with one leg
slightly raised.  Her voluptuous breasts were bared in all their glory and
the thin strip of her thong panties was drawn up between the lips of her
moist sex.

   Phil stood frozen and staring as his eyes drank in the sensual beauty
his daughter had become.  He felt his hard cock spring free out of the
front of his boxers, and it was that distraction that finally broke the
spell he had been under.  He carefully closed the door to his daughter's
bedroom with a shaky hand and retreated on suddenly wobbly legs to his own
bedroom.

   He quickly hung up his dress slacks and tie, and tossed his dress shirt
and socks into the laundry hamper.  His mind was in turmoil as exhaustion
warred with taboo arousal.  Normally if he had been this turned on he would
simply have masturbated and gone to sleep afterward.  He was so hard it was
impossible to ignore, but he could not bring himself to jack off while
thinking about his own daughter.  It disgusted him that he was so aroused
and he could not stop picturing Sabrina's body.

   Exhaustion won out and he fell asleep, but his dreams were pornographic
and featured his daughter prominently.  His hand found his hard cock
beneath the covers and teased it while he slept.  Phil moaned helplessly in
his sleep as his sweet baby girl took his hard cock in her weakly
protesting mouth.  Then she was moaning, "Daddy, please don't," as he bent
her over and took her from behind.

   The dream went on and on as he forced his daughter to take his hard dick
in her mouth and tight pussy all over the apartment.  All the while, he was
muttering, "No!  I can't be doing this.  This is so wrong." Even as his
mouth uttered those words, his fingertips squeezed the head of his aroused
cock.

   After an hour of deeply troubled sleep, Phil awoke with a start and
released his erection as if it were a poisonous snake.  He groggily got out
of bed and made his way to the bathroom.  Once he had relieved his bladder,
his erection had subsided enough that he could tuck it back into his
boxers. His face looked haunted as he washed his hands and then his face.
He felt absolutely disgusted with himself.

   Phil dried his hands and face and returned to his bed, rolling onto his
side and falling back into exhausted slumber.  His hips pumped beneath the
covers, but when he awoke he would not recall those dreams.

   * * *

   Sabrina awoke a couple of hours later.  She felt refreshed after her
five-hour "nap" but felt a little guilty when she saw it was dark outside.
She absently rubbed one of her nipples as she sat up and looked around her
room.  When she caught sight of her reflection in the bedroom mirror, her
big pale breasts were obvious even in the dim light.  She hefted them in
her hands and shook her head.  How had her father failed to notice them?

   She sighed after she released those mesmerizing orbs and slid out of
bed. She pulled one of her favorite t-shirts out of her dresser, pulled it
over her head and glanced briefly at her reflection again before leaving
her room.  She flipped on a light switch and the light fixture in the
living room fan came on along with a lamp in the corner.  A glance out the
window showed her that her father's car was parked next to hers.  She was
glad he was home this early.

   It was not quite eight o'clock; it would be a late dinner.  Sabrina
tapped on her father's bedroom door before pushing it open.  He was
sleeping fitfully and she didn't want to disturb him, so she let him sleep
while she made dinner.

   The sound and smells of chicken sizzling in the skillet drifted in
through Phil's partially open door and roused him.  He sat up and yawned,
taking note of the time.  A sense of relief flooded through him when he
could not recall any "inappropriate" dreams.  In fact, he could not recall
any dreams at all.  However, he was slightly sweaty from rolling around in
his bed beneath the heavy down comforter.  He stripped off his boxers and
put on a fresh pair, followed by a pair of his lightweight workout shorts
and a t-shirt.

   "Morning, sleepyhead," Sabrina joked as she saw her father emerge from
his bedroom.

   He gave her a dazzling grin.  "Thanks for making dinner," he replied. 
"It smells delicious."

   Sabrina grinned back and returned her attention to the food cooking on
the stove.  She missed it when the grin abruptly disappeared from her
father's face and he stared at her tits so prominently displayed beneath
her thin t-shirt.  Phil was shaken.  It wasn't just that his daughter's
breasts were clearly visible through the fabric -"he easily recognized the
t-shirt as one she wore all the time.

   This salacious display had been going on for a long time and he had
completely failed to notice it.  He knew right away he was in trouble.  How
on earth was he going to keep from staring at those amazing tits?  He
managed to return his gaze to her face before she could catch him ogling
her, but then he felt his cock hardening.  He was recalling his dream from
earlier, when he had been feeding his cock into her mouth.

   Throughout dinner, he tried not to look at his daughter at all.  When
she addressed him, he kept his eyes carefully locked on hers and did his
best to smile.  After they had eaten, Phil washed the dishes while Sabrina
went out to the living room.  Phil could not help but stare when she bent
over in front of the television to pick up the remote.  She was still
wearing that same tiny thong he had seen her in earlier.  From this angle,
he could easily see her asshole briefly before she turned and plopped down
on the couch.

   "Jesus," he muttered softly, shaking his head as he put the last of the
silverware into the dish rack.

   When he looked up again, she was smiling and looking right at him.  He
gave her another grin as he dried his hands.  When he came out from behind
the counter, she patted the couch cushion next to her.

   "Come on, Daddy," she said brightly.  "We have time to watch some more
of those Baywatch episodes before we go back to bed."

   "Sounds good," he replied.  He just didn't know what else to say.

   No sooner had he sat down than Sabrina slid over into his lap.  Phil was
about to protest, but it died in his throat.  His daughter had been sitting
in his lap just like this every time they watched television together.  She
leaned back against his chest just like she always did, resting her head on
his right shoulder so that he could watch the screen over her left
shoulder. However, this time he was aware that he could see the pale skin
of her cleavage down her shirt, and her perky nipples were likewise on full
display through the thin material.

   Phil kept flexing the muscles in his thighs, willing his dick to stay
down.  He tried focusing on the screen, but that was no help.  Each time
his legs tensed, those thick cords of muscle pressed into Sabrina's soft
bottom.  She couldn't recall her father doing that before, and it was
distracting her.  Whenever he flexed those muscles, they pressed against
her ass cheeks and forced them apart.  His thighs were spreading her open
right there on his lap, and it was turning her on.

   As she so often did, Sabrina slowly turned her head to take in her
father's face.  It was the first time he noticed her doing it, but he kept
his gaze firmly fixed on the television screen.  Then he stifled a gasp
when she slowly started wiggling her bottom into his lap.  He flexed his
thighs again, but it was to no avail.  Phil's mind raced as he tried to
come up with an excuse to get his daughter out of his lap before she
noticed how hard he was getting.

   Then he froze and bit his lip.  He could feel his rising erection
touching his daughter through their clothes and there was nothing he could
do about it.  Sabrina's soft wiggling bottom pressed against him even more
insistently then, and Phil's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard her
coo softly.  He could feel the moist heat emanating from her and realized
that she was pressing the shaft of his cock right between her soft pussy
lips.

   He had an epiphany then.  For years he had played it off when he got
hard around his daughter, acting as though it wasn't happening.  She had
known all along.  Not only that, but she had evidently been enjoying
rubbing up against it for some time.  Her breathing got heavier and her
hips picked up speed as she slowly worked his inflamed shaft against her
drenched thong.

   Phil was captivated and could not believe what he was seeing.  His
daughter was panting softly, working her hips in his lap.  Her impressive
breasts heaved right in front of him, and her nipples were completely hard
and pressing out the fabric of her shirt.  His mouth watered at the sight.

   He was as hard as he could ever remember being, and he was getting a lap
dance from the sexiest young woman he had ever seen.  Phil almost came in
his pants when he watched his daughter writhe through an impressive orgasm
on his cock.  She started to turn her head slowly to look at him again, so
he snapped his attention back to the screen.  He tried not to laugh; he had
never been so turned on by a GEICO commercial before...

   Then he did let out a chuckle, but it seemed appropriate.  The
commercial had been amusing.  He reached for the remote and pressed pause
before gently pushing Sabrina up from his lap.  She leaned forward slightly
as she got her legs beneath her, and that moment showed Phil just how open
and wet she was down there.

   "Sorry, Pumpkin," he murmured.  "I really need to go to the bathroom."

   She just nodded as she struggled to catch her breath.  Her eyes were
glued to the obscene bulge tenting out the front of her father's shorts,
and for once he noticed.  He turned and walked to the bathroom and wondered
how long this had been going on.

   Phil stood in front of the toilet willing his erection to go down.  He
had not actually needed to pee; he just needed to think.  For a fleeting
moment he considered taking a cold shower.  Instead, he settled for
splashing cold water in his face at the sink.  This time when he looked at
his face in the mirror, his expression was not marred by self-loathing and
disgust.  It was concern and confusion that blinked back at him through the
beads of water.

   What am I going to do? he asked himself silently.  The guy in the
mirror didn't look like he had any answers or words of wisdom to offer.

   Out in the living room, Sabrina had been listening for the flush of the
toilet.  She had pulled her thong to the side as soon as her father closed
the bathroom door and buried two fingers inside her inflamed pussy.  She
barely managed to pull her fingers out and cover her lap with the t-shirt
when she heard the bathroom door open.  Her eyes frantically sought him out
as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, but then she had to fight back a
giggle.  The front of his shorts was drenched.

   "What happened, Dad?  Didn't quite make it?" she asked.

   He looked down at his soaked crotch and groaned in embarrassment.  They
both knew what had happened.  He had stood with his crotch pressed against
the sink while he washed his face, and the water had gotten onto the
counter before soaking into the absorbent cotton of his shorts.  They
shared a chuckle as he walked past the couch.

   Phil suppressed a shudder as he walked by.  He could smell his
daughter's arousal.

   "Give me a second and I'll get changed," he muttered.

   Alone in his bedroom, Phil stripped off the wet shorts and boxers and
contemplated his stubborn erection.  Then he remembered that his daughter
had bought him some pajamas for Christmas.  He hadn't worn them before, and
this seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to do so.  It seemed safer
than just wearing boxers or shorts.  He grinned at the irony when he opened
the plastic packaging.  The pajamas were from a company named Joe Boxer. 
He quickly pulled on the warm pajama pants and then took off his t-shirt
and pulled the pajama shirt over his head.

   He checked his reflection in the mirror.  The dark blue pajamas really
did look sharp.  They were warm, but not uncomfortably so.  It felt like
the material breathed well.  He turned off his bedroom light and walked out
toward the couch, spreading his arms to display the pajamas.

   "I'm wearing your Christmas present," he said with his lopsided grin.

   "That looks great on you," she replied.  It was a real struggle for her
to keep her eyes on his face, though.

   Like their namesake, the bottoms of the Joe Boxer pajamas had an opening
in the front.  It had a button, but her father hadn't fastened it -"hadn't
even noticed it.  When he held his arms apart like that, the pajama top
lifted up and revealed the gap beneath.  The bulging shaft of his dick was
on clear display.

   Once again, she tried not to appear too eager when she slid into his
lap. Sabrina pressed play on the remote and then set it down on the coffee
table in front of them.  Phil failed to completely contain the soft groan
when her sexy bottom came into view.  His eyes bugged out when he saw that
the thin string of the thong had been pulled to the right, just past the
middle of her right ass cheek.  It was like her pouty little sphincter
winked at him as it was spread open and then closed before she leaned back
against him.

   Phil's mind reeled as he considered it.  There was nothing between his
daughter's moist pussy and his hard cock except for the material of his new
pajamas!  His cock lurched at the thought, and he felt the damp heat of her
crotch directly on his skin.  It felt like a hot, wet kiss on the top of
his swollen shaft.

   What the hell? he thought.

   Sabrina waited for the commercials to end and the show to resume before
she dared to move a muscle.  She could feel her father's pulse as his shaft
throbbed between her sensitive lips.  It was only his length that kept him
from sliding right up inside of her.  The head of his straining erection
was held in check by the pajamas, just below the bottom of the fly opening.

   Phil quickly figured out what the deal was with his pajama pants, but he
could not for the life of him think of a reasonable excuse to get up and
put on underwear beneath them.  If he was honest with himself, he didn't
really want to.  He was savoring the feel of a wet pussy pressed against
the shaft of his hard cock, and he really didn't want it to stop.  It got
even better when Sabrina slowly slid her hips forward and back, pressing
his shaft firmly into her wet folds.

   They pretended to watch the television, but their attention was focused
on their wet genitals sliding against each other.  Phil was torn by
indecision.  This sweet torture felt amazing, but he felt like he should
stop it before it went any further.  And yet...God help him, he wanted it
to go further.  Unbidden, the dark dream from earlier crept into his mind.
His eyes drank in the marvelous heaving breasts and hard nipples right in
front of him and his buttocks flexed in response.

   Sabrina's bottom continued its forward and back movement and her
breathing was becoming a soft, sexy panting.  Each delicious stroke of her
pussy along her father's shaft was slightly longer than the one before it
had been.  Those movements were gradually pushing the pajama bottoms down
Phil's thighs until finally his full, rampant erection sprang free of the
soft cotton confines.  It catapulted up out of the fly and they both heard
the wet smack! when it slapped against her drenched pussy lips.

   She gasped when she slid forward and felt the bulbous head pressed
between the lips of her sex.  It was just an inch out of reach of her
hungry hole.  Music suddenly blared from the television and they realized
that the episode had come to an end.  Phil shook his head softly, trying to
form a coherent thought.  He swallowed and spoke softly.

   "Do you think we should watch another one?"

   "Yes!" Sabrina gasped.  She leaned forward for the remote, and heard her
father's lusty groan.

   Sabrina glanced over her shoulder and her father's eyes were glued to
the spread cheeks of her ass.  He could see clearly what she could feel. 
The tip of his throbbing boner was now pressed firmly between her drenched
pussy lips and was poised to enter her.  She could only watch him
helplessly as his hands slid to her hips.  Her heart dropped when she heard
him groan softly, "This is so wrong."

   But then he didn't push her from his lap as she had expected.  Her mouth
opened and her hand gripped the remote as she felt the head of her father's
cock spread her pussy on its way inside her.  He looked up at her face
then, and their eyes were locked in a shared gaze of helpless lust.

   Phil wasn't pulling her hips toward him or pushing her away.  His
fingers fluttered against her skin as more of his fat daddy-dick slid
inside his daughter's drenched little sheath.  It felt incredible for both
of them -"far more intense than Phil's guilty dream or Sabrina's
masturbatory fantasy.  He finally tore his gaze from hers to stare down
again.  Almost half of his dick was now buried in his daughter's horny
little pussy.

   Her soft bottom gave a little wiggle as his hands seized her cheeks and
spread her open.  His lips turned up in a thin grin when he finally took
note of the massive gap in the front of the pajamas.  That grin fled from
his face as he looked up at his daughter's face and the enormity of the
moment set in.

   My dick is in my daughter's pussy!  What the fuck is wrong with me?!?

   Sabrina watched his expression change and shook her head helplessly. 
She knew from his suddenly horrified expression that he was going to stop,
just when she was finally getting what she had wanted for so long.

   "No!" she sobbed, freezing him where he sat.  "Don't you dare stop now!
Daddy, I need this."

   She pushed back insistently, forcing another inch of his cock into her.

   "Pumpkin!" he gasped, shaking his head helplessly.  "It's not too late.
We can still stop this -"ohhh!"

   He would remain in denial for another full minute, but it was already
too late.  Phil was incapable of stopping his daughter as she pumped her
hips back into his crotch and fucked herself with his cock.  He looked down
and watched his shaft sliding in and out.  It was slick with her juices and
looked enormous in her puffy little pussy.

   It just turned Sabrina on more to see his face and know he was watching.
She loved the way her father's cock stretched her wide open and stimulated
every sensitive nerve inside her.  Phil finally accepted reality when she
shuddered and came on his dick.  He pulled her body up so that she could
lie back against him, and tenderly kissed her neck and earlobe as he
wrapped his arms around her.

   "Are you okay?" he whispered in her ear.

   "Uh-huh," she panted.

   Oh, so much better than okay, Daddy! she thought.  Her pussy was still
gloriously full of hard daddy-cock.  She wiggled her bottom once again,
groaning at the way the thick mushroom head throbbed inside of her.

   Once he finally stopped fighting what was happening and allowed himself
to enjoy it, Phil's sharp mind rapidly put together clues he had been
ignoring over the past year.

   "How long has this been going on?" Phil asked.

   It was a little disconcerting for Sabrina.  His tone was conversational,
but he started thrusting into her as soon as he started talking.

   "Uhn!  Wha-what do you mean?" she managed to stammer.

   "Well, this isn't the first time you've wiggled your sexy little bottom
in my lap," he replied.  "Obviously this was something you had thought
about before tonight.  I somehow managed to ignore what a sexy young woman
you had become, but you..." He buried his cock to the hilt inside her and
held it there, savoring her tightness.  "You had been thinking about doing
this, hadn't you?"

   Sabrina struggled to think but she couldn't really figure out in her
lust-clouded state what the question was.

   "I...I don't know," she blubbered.

   Even though he was only thrusting up and down an inch or two by flexing
his ass muscles, it was delivering a satisfying fuck deep in Sabrina's
stretched pussy.  She came a second time on her father's magnificent dick,
and then a third and more intense one followed moments later.  "Oh God!"
she cried out.

   Phil once again grinned as he nibbled the tender skin at the base of her
neck.  Once again, that grin was short-lived.  He didn't brag about the
size of his dick, but he knew it was far larger than most.  Several of his
lovers had raved about how wonderfully thick it was.  He suddenly became
concerned about wrecking his daughter's tight little pussy and getting her
addicted to big cocks -"or at least ruining her for any guy with a
normal-sized dick.

   It amazed him that the taboo of fucking his own daughter had stopped
bothering him, but now this had gotten stuck in his head.  He loved his
little girl, and he would never willingly hurt her.  That finally
galvanized him enough that he slid his hands down to her hips and gently
lifted her up out of his lap.  They both shuddered as he slid slowly out of
her tight, velvety embrace.

   Sabrina had trouble standing after that last intense climax.  She turned
a questioning gaze on her father.  Her eyes took in the wet, throbbing
boner that stood proudly out of his pajamas before returning to his loving
expression.

   "Why did you stop?" she panted.

   Phil patted the couch cushion next to him.  "Sit down, Sabrina.  We
really need to talk.  I don't know about you, but I have a tough time
thinking clearly when my dick is inside you."

   She nodded and collapsed onto the couch.  Her thighs were trembling
noticeably.  Phil reached over and gave her thigh a soft squeeze.

   "Pumpkin, you know I would never hurt you if I could help it," he
started.

   "No, Daddy, you weren't -"" she protested quickly.

   "Shh." He stopped her with a soft smile and another squeeze on her
thigh. "In this case, it isn't that I would be too rough or anything stupid
like that.  I know that you want me to fuck you, and it's flattering."

   Hearing her father use the word "fuck" that way made Sabrina's eyes open
wide.  He wasn't given to swearing, outside of those fleeting moments when
he would get caught up in watching sports or playing a video game.  She
wasn't sure where he was going, so she waited and listened.  Phil spread
his legs slightly, and they both looked down at his swollen erection.

   "I know I'm a lot bigger than most guys," he sighed, as if it was a real
burden.  "I'm worried that you saw my dick and got turned on thinking about
it because of my size.  Believe me, I would love to keep filling you up
with it, but then I'm worried that any 'normal-sized' guy just won't be
able to satisfy you."

   Sabrina licked her lips as she looked from that throbbing slab of
dick-meat up to her father's concerned and loving expression.  He was
completely serious!  At first, the idea seemed ludicrous.  She couldn't
imagine turning into some size queen obsessed with huge cocks.  As she
turned the idea over in her mind, though, she had to wonder if he was
right. None of the guys she had been with were anywhere near this big.  Was
that why she had become fixated on her father?

   Phil watched her thoughtful expression and breathed carefully, getting
his raging arousal under control as best he could.  It was tough not to
stare at her breasts when Sabrina sat half-facing him like that.  She
looked up and cocked her head as she reviewed the events of the past two
years or so, trying to recall the point she had first gotten turned on by
her dad.  After a couple of minutes that seemed to stretch out forever, she
finally shook her head softly and looked back into his eyes.

   "That wasn't it," she said simply.  "I got turned on by you before I had
an inkling what you had down here."

   Her hand reached forward and gently wrapped around the thick shaft of
her father's cock, giving it a soft squeeze.

   "Honestly, I had no idea how big you were until Vickie mentioned it at
the end of the summer," she continued.  Her eyes darted down to the head of
his dick and she licked her lips again as she started to slowly stroke him.
She smiled beautifully as her eyes traveled back up to his face.  "For the
past few months, I kept catching myself staring.  Every time I did, I would
think, 'Dammit, Vickie!' Even before that, though, I had wanted you.  Every
one of my friends thinks you are the hottest guy in town.  I watched all
those women drooling and staring at you all summer and I was so jealous."

   Phil was speechless, shaken by the realization that she was completely
serious and unable to stop her from playing with his hard dick.  He knew he
was better looking than average, but he had a tough time accepting that all
those women and girls found him that attractive.  Then he was thinking back
to the birthday party and the way those girls had pressed their sexy young
bodies against him.  He reviewed every conversation he had with the women
at the pool.  At the time, he had thought it was harmless flirting.  Now he
understood that he could have probably taken a lot of those women to bed if
he had only tried.

   His attention returned to Sabrina as she gave him one last squeeze
before standing up.  "So, I do love your big dick, Dad," she continued. 
Phil's eyes bugged out as she lifted her shirt over her head and then slid
the thong down her legs to stand completely naked in front of him.  "Just
for tonight, will you please give it to me?"

   She reached out her hand and took his, pulling him up from the couch and
leading him toward his bedroom.  Phil could only moan helplessly when she
slid the pajama pants down his legs and took him in her mouth.  She sucked
him eagerly and reached up to unbutton the pajama top.  When he finally
undid the top two buttons and shrugged it off, she released his cock head
with a wet pop! and stood up to kiss him.

   After that searing kiss, she crawled into his bed and turned over onto
her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation.  She reached down with her
right hand and held her slick lips open with two fingers.  Her voice was
gentle but high-pitched when she asked, "Please, Daddy?"

   He couldn't resist, of course.  They both groaned lustily when he once
again filled her up with hard daddy-cock.  She wrapped her legs around him
and humped her hips upward, forcing her pussy wide open around his
gloriously thick mushroom head.  "Oh, Daddy!" she cried out when his mouth
finally sucked in her hard nipple.

   She came explosively, and her juices coated his entire length.  Their
eyes locked in the dim light and Phil pulled back his hips before driving
his full length into her saturated depths.  She was drenched, wide open,
and ready.  It was time for him to get serious about fucking his daughter.

   Sabrina cried out again and again as her father pounded in and out of
her horny little hole.  "Daddy's eager little fuck-hole," she reminded
herself, unaware that she murmured it out loud until she felt him get even
harder inside her.

   He released her nipple and looked into her eyes as he rose up and spread
her legs.  "Oh, Pumpkin," he groaned.  "You probably shouldn't have said
that."

   "Oh!  Oh!  OHHH!" she cried out as her father took her little pussy
like it belonged to him.  Unlike the gentle thrusts he had used earlier, he
was now fucking his full length in and out of her.  He wasn't vicious and
he certainly wasn't trying to hurt her, but Sabrina felt like she was being
genuinely fucked for the first time in her life.  She had never come so
explosively!

   "Oh, Daddy!  Yes, Daddy!  Oh my God!  Fuck me!  Yes!" she babbled as she
came again and again.  Then she just shook through the most amazing and
intense sexual experience of her life when her father's cock swelled and
came inside her.

   "Oh, God, baby," he groaned as his dick fired rope after rope of semen
into her perfect little pussy.

   There was so much of it!  Sabrina felt like he absolutely flooded her
with the stuff.  They were both panting as he finally withdrew his cock
from her.  He rolled to the side and flipped on the bedside lamp to bathe
her sexy body in its glow.  Sabrina loved the look on his face in that
moment.  It was a mixture of love and disbelief mixed with lust as he raked
her naked body with his gaze.  He shook his head, still trying to accept
that it had really happened.

   Then he stood and stretched.  That lasted only a moment and his eyes
suddenly went wide when he saw his semen leaking out of her freshly-fucked
little hole.  Sabrina reached down between her spread thighs and gently ran
a finger through the goo oozing from her thoroughly ravaged pussy.  For
Phil, there was something primal stirred deep inside him from seeing that.
It was like he had marked her pussy as his own, and it made her words ring
in his mind again. Daddy's eager little fuck-hole.

   Abruptly, he turned and walked briskly across the apartment to the
bathroom.  Sabrina heard water running and watched between her spread knees
as he returned bearing a wet washcloth. He looks amazing, she
thought. Like some kind of Greek god.  Only with a huge cock!

   She managed to stifle a giggle, but then cooed as he gently cleaned her
sloppy pussy with the damp cloth.  He was once again loving and tender. 
Still, she shivered as her sensitive folds were teased by the cool
moisture.

   "Sorry, Pumpkin," he murmured gently.  "I didn't have time to warm the
water properly.  I didn't want to leave you lying in a sticky puddle."

   She smiled up at him, touched by the thoughtful gesture.  None of her
boyfriends had shown such insight.

   "I love you so much," she sighed.

   After a couple of minutes of thorough cleaning, he showed that he loved
her just as much.  At least, he demonstrated how much he loved licking her
sweet little pussy.  Sabrina came twice more on her father's thick tongue.
Then he rose up on his haunches and looked down at her body.  She sucked in
a gasp when she saw the lust blazing in his eyes.  It was the only warning
she got before he spread her legs and took her once again.

   Phil loved the way his daughter's tight pussy squeezed his cock as he
pounded it in and out of her.  It felt so perfect!  He was further
stimulated with the way her big boobs shook crazily while he fucked her,
and the helpless look on her face when she came on his thick daddy-dick.

   "Yes!" he roared as his cock unloaded in her a second time.  There was
less cum, but the sensation was no less intense for both of them.  He
sagged down onto her heaving breasts as they both panted in the aftermath.
Sabrina put her hands on both sides of his head and leaned forward to
pepper his mouth with little kisses.

   "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.

   As soon as he had recovered enough to manage it, Phil once again cleaned
his daughter's well-fucked pussy.  He retreated to the bathroom and quickly
washed his body and the gooey washcloth in the shower.  Sabrina was barely
conscious when he rolled into the bed beside her and turned off the light.
She moaned happily as he spooned up behind her and wrapped a strong arm
around her waist.

   They were sound asleep within minutes.

   * * *

   The problem with addiction is that it only takes one taste of something
amazing to become addicted to it.

   Long before the sun came up, Phil's cock swelled and hardened between
his daughter's soft ass cheeks.  She felt it and moaned softly in her sleep
before pressing back against him.  Her pussy drooled in anticipation,
welcoming the bulbous knob as it slid slowly inside.  Phil's arm squeezed
her softly and he moaned in response as his morning wood slid home in her
slick tightness.

   They were both still sound asleep but their hips began pumping toward
each other insistently.  By the time Phil groggily opened his eyes, he was
already pumping his full length in and out and was dangerously close to
orgasm.  Sabrina had already reached one gasping climax but it had blended
with her erotic dream and failed to wake her.  She was moaning in her sleep
as her father's thick cock pistoned in and out of her.  When his hand slid
down to her hip and he drove his full length balls-deep into her, her eyes
finally shot open.

   "Oh, Daddy!" she moaned deliriously.

   Phil forced himself to stop.  It took every ounce of his self-control;
he was so damned close!  He pulled his throbbing cock out of her wet
embrace and kissed the back of his daughter's neck.

   "Good morning, Pumpkin," he murmured.  Then he rolled to a sitting
position.  "Sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom."

   Once he started walking away from the bed, he really did urgently need
to urinate.  He hustled into the bathroom and sighed as he relieved his
bladder.  Then he shook his head as he recalled waking up.  It had felt so
incredible!  He congratulated himself for his iron control in that
extraordinary situation.  After all, this wasn't something that could
continue.  Last night had to be a one-time thing that he and his daughter
would soon put behind them.

   He washed his hands and face and dried off with a towel.  When he opened
the door, Sabrina was standing just outside smiling up at him.  She was
still gloriously naked, and it froze him in his tracks.  His eyes took in
her sexy body, and he felt himself salivating.

   "Sorry, Daddy," she murmured, snapping him out of it.  "I really need to
pee."

   Their bodies touched as they pressed by each other in the doorway. 
Sabrina closed the door and Phil stood staring at the door for several
seconds.  When he heard her urinating, it finally snapped him out of his
second daze in less than a minute.  He rubbed his face and walked out to
the kitchen.  When he saw the time on the microwave oven, he realized he
just needed to go back to bed.  His alarm would not go off for another
three hours.

   He walked back into his bedroom and picked up his pajamas from the
floor, pulling the pajama pants on.  Sabrina had turned on the bedside
lamp, so he was able to see what he was doing.  This time he found the
button in the front of the crotch and buttoned it securely.  Sabrina
returned to his bedroom door just in time to watch him do it, and she
sighed unhappily.  She had hoped to continue where they left off earlier,
but it was clear that he was trying not to.  She shrugged and slid past
him, crawling back into the bed without putting on a stitch of clothing.

   She knew he could see her asshole and pussy as she crawled up the bed
away from where he stood.  When she rolled onto her side, she cocked one
leg and planted her foot on the mattress, putting her moist petals on full
display.  She looked him over and smiled.

   "You know, Dad, I don't think I ever told you but you really do look
amazing.  All those hours at the gym..." She shook her head appreciatively.
Then she licked her lips and let her eyes rove over his ripped torso. 
"Mmm. You look good enough to eat, Daddy."

   He had never gone completely soft, and seeing her body so lewdly
displayed had returned him to full hardness.  Hearing her compliment him
while at the same time blatantly expressing her desire left him staring at
her mouth.  He could not help but recall how that mouth had felt when she
had sucked him right where he now stood the night before.  His resolve was
weakening.

   Phil blew out a breath and shook his head, then walked over to turn off
the bedside lamp before sliding beneath the covers.  "We should really get
some sleep, Pumpkin," he said wearily.

   "Okay, Daddy," she replied, sliding under the covers next to him.

   Phil groaned weakly in protest when her hand found his cock and fondled
it through the pajama bottoms.  Her touch felt good and his heart just
wasn't in it.  She deftly found and unbuttoned the front of the pajamas,
and then she was stroking him in her hot little hand.  He could only close
his eyes and moan when her mouth closed on the head of his throbbing
erection.

   Sabrina loved the way her father's cock filled her mouth.  She loved the
salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum and the sound of his sexy, helpless moans
as she took him. Mine! she thought triumphantly when his hips bucked up
to meet her insistent, sucking mouth. This big, beautiful daddy-cock is
all mine now.She greedily drank down every drop when he erupted in her
mouth.

   After that incredible orgasm, Phil fell asleep within minutes.  He awoke
two hours later to find his daughter was once again nursing his hardening
cock.  She had been too horny to sleep, plus she had gotten a two-hour nap
before her father had arrived home from work the previous evening.

   Sabrina squealed happily when her father pushed her over onto her knees
and took her from behind.  That position instantly became her favorite. 
Her father's fat mushroom head hammered her sensitive g-spot every time he
thrust into her.  She buried her face in the sheets to muffle her cries as
she came again and again.

   Phil savored the sensations and the incredible view as he drove his cock
in and out of his daughter's horny little pussy and stared at her sexy ass.
He was hooked and he knew it.  Obviously he had underestimated the
addictive properties of a hot, slutty eighteen-year-old.

   * * *

   Sabrina went to school with a dreamy smile on her face and a load of her
father's cum in her well-fucked pussy.  Whenever one of her friends
remarked on her expression, she would just smile and say, "I had the most
amazing dream last night.  I just haven't been able to get it out of my
head." She refused to give any of the details of her "dream" when they
asked.

   Phil spent two hours at the office, bouncing from one colleague to
another in rapid succession as he checked on their progress and made sure
they were on the right track.  He was a ball of energy, and he was a lot of
fun.  Each of his co-workers was left with a grin on their face after he
left them to their part of the projects, and they knew exactly what they
needed to do to get caught up.

   After that whirlwind tour, he dropped in to Bob's office.

   "Hey, Bob, how are you today?" he asked with his contagious grin.

   "Not as good as you, apparently," Bob replied with a chuckle.  He had
seen Phil repeatedly over the two hours since they had arrived at the
office.  "What can I do for you?"

   "Well, I had an idea for another project.  It's really early in the
research phase, but I think it could turn into something amazing.  Since it
won't turn into anything billable until I can sell it, I figured I could
work from home until everyone else gets caught up on these three ongoing
projects.  What do you think?"

   "Of course," Bob nodded.  "I'll give you a call if anything comes up
here that needs your attention.  I'm glad to see you finally got some
sleep. See you on Monday?"

   "Thanks, Bob.  You have a great weekend!"

   * * *

   Sabrina went directly to the apartment after school.  She had planned to
shower and change clothes before hanging out with her friends, but that
plan fled her mind as soon as she saw her father's car in the parking lot.
She hurried inside through the biting cold.  When she saw his car, she had
been worried that something bad had happened -"that he was feeling sick or
had gotten fired.  It was a relief to see his smiling face when she walked
inside.

   He was seated at the dining table with a laptop and a spread of papers
covering half the table.  He was also wearing those dark blue pajamas. 
Sabrina came over and hugged him from behind.  His hair smelled
freshly-shampooed and his neck smelled of bath soap when she planted a
small kiss there.  He turned his head and leaned back to kiss her on the
lips.

   "Hey, Pumpkin!" he said, giving her the grin she loved so much.

   "Hey, Daddy," she replied, smiling back.

   She looked down from his grinning face and saw that the pajama bottoms
were not buttoned.  She bent and gave him another peck on the lips before
turning and heading to the bathroom.  Phil returned his attention to the
computer screen when he heard the shower start up.

   He really did have an idea for a new project, and if it worked the way
he hoped it was a multi-billion dollar idea.  A huge chunk of his early
research was just making sure someone hadn't already had the same idea and
patented it.  He had been at it since he got out of the shower six hours
earlier, and now it looked like he was indeed the first person to come up
with the idea.  He had begun his patent application weeks earlier.  It was
now complete, but he had triple-checked it before he sat back with a
contented sigh and submitted it.

   The company would own the patent, of course.  That was carefully
outlined in his contract.  Also in that contract was the stipulation that
he would earn a quarter of the profits from just this sort of project.  He
didn't want to get too excited, but he would be a very rich man if things
worked out.

   Then he looked up as the bathroom door opened and he did get excited. 
Sabrina looked incredible with her hair damp from the shower and only a
towel wrapped around her sexy body.  She sauntered out to the living room.

   "Daddy, could you help me with something?" she asked in a husky voice.

   "Of course, Pumpkin," he replied.

   She bent over the back of the couch and spread her feet apart, exposing
her sexy bottom.  "I've got this horny little eighteen-year-old pussy and
it's completely empty," she moaned.

   In a flash, Phil was on his feet and moving toward her.  Sabrina moaned
and shook as he filled her up right there in the living room.  She looked
over her shoulder at her father's sexy face, savoring the way he filled her
so thoroughly.  This was everything she had hoped it would be when she had
fantasized about it weeks ago.  She shuddered through a pair of powerful
orgasms and gave her father a questioning look when he eased his thick
pussy-pleaser out of her.  He smiled lovingly and pulled her up for a deep
kiss.

   "It's early, Pumpkin," he replied to her unasked question.  "I don't
want to wear you out before we get a chance to really enjoy this." His
hands reached around her and squeezed the cheeks of her sexy bottom.

   "I was really enjoying it," she countered, giving him an impish grin. 

   Then her eyes went wide.  He had spread her cheeks and the pad of one
finger was teasing her puckered rosebud.  Their eyes locked and she gasped.
The look in his eyes let her know that he was going to fuck her in the ass.
He wanted it and she would not deny him, and they both knew it was going to
happen.  Sabrina bit her lip and shivered as her father's thick finger slid
into her asshole.

   His voice was a throaty growl when he asked, "Mine?"

   It was as much a statement as a question.

   Her eyes were huge as she looked up at him.  Still biting her lip, she
slowly nodded her head.  Her soft voice made him throb when she whimpered,
"Yes, Daddy."


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