PR-3259 Loving Hot Family by Harry Stevens
The phone call had come out of the blue. When Amy had answered it,
she'd thought it was probably her Uncle Thad. Instead, she'd found
herself speaking to a member of the family whom she'd almost forgotten
existed.
"Know who this is, princess?" he asked.
"D--daddy!" Amy stammered, automatically lowering her voice so her
mother wouldn't overhear. "When did you get back in town. It's been--"
"I know, three years--since the divorce," Vic Winslow sighed. "Guess I
haven't been a father at all to you since then, but I'm ready to start
making it up to you, honey. Could we get together?"
"Don't know how mom'd like that," Amy muttered.
"Please, baby? This is important to me. I'm finally starting to get
myself back together, but it won't mean much if I can't see my little
girl. You were always so special to me."
Her father's sincerity made it impossible for Amy to turn him down. So
she'd agreed to meet him the next day after school at the motel where
he was staying. And after she'd hung up, her mother asked her who'd
called. Amy lied, saying that it was just somebody trying to sell
something.
That had been last night and now it was the afternoon of the following
day. School was out, with Amy on her way to secretly meet her father.
As she rode the bus to his motel, she thought about how he'd so
abruptly disappeared from her life after the divorce. Just some
Christmas and birthday cards, that's all she'd heard from him since
then.
She'd missed him a lot when he first left, but time had seemed to heal
the wounds of his absence. Now, though, her fond memories of him
swirled in her head. She had always been his favorite and she could
always wrap him around her little finger.
I can't blame mom for wanting to fuck Uncle Thad, Amy thought as the
bus jogged along. But she should've treated daddy better than she did.
Like she told me herself--just threw him away like a piece of old
furniture. No wonder he started drinking so much and just hit the road.
Then Amy looked up and saw that it was her stop. She got off the bus
and walked the half-block to the motel where her father was staying.
She was surprised to see that it was such an expensive one. And when
she found the right room, there was a sleek new car parked in front of
it.
At the door, she braced herself. "Well, this is it. Hope it works out."
She knocked. The door opened. And there he was, looking great. He was
not the beaten man he'd been after the divorce, but a handsome six-
footer in his prime.
"Oh, baby," he said to Amy, grabbing her in his arms almost like they
were long-lost lovers instead of father and daughter.
He kissed her, on the mouth, hard. And, in his embrace, Amy suddenly
felt something for him that she never had before. She couldn't help it,
the kind of feeling that went straight to her excitable, young pussy.
"Daddy is this really you?" she gasped when the lingering kiss was
finally broken. "You sure seem like you've been doing all right. Like
your old self--only even better. Is that your new car outside?
"I've had some luck," Vic Winslow modestly said. "A lot of it, in fact,
since I quit drinking a couple of years ago. You remember those gadgets
I used to putter around with in the garage? Well, I went to this outfit
with some of my ideas, they gave me a shot, and now I'm vice-president
in charge of research and development!"
"Gee, that's fabulous, daddy, I'm so happy for you." "Bet the women are
crawling all over you, huh? Big executive type like you are?"
Again modest, Vic Winslow answered, "I do all right. But let's talk
about you, princess. You're almost a woman yourself now, aren't you? A
real heart-breaker too, I'll bet. The boys must be standing in line for
you."
"Well, uh," Amy self-consciously murmured, noticing the way her father
almost seemed to be undressing her with his eyes, "I guess you could
say I'm doing all right myself."
"Those boys, though," Vic said with fatherly concern after studying Amy
some more, "they're not ... you're not ... no funny business, is there,
baby?"
Amy flinched as she realized that he must want to know if she was still
cherry. This, along with the way he kept looking at her, put pins and
needles in her cunt.
"Well? You didn't answer my question," he persisted.
"Uh, aren't you getting kinda personal, Daddy?" Amy gulped.
"I'm your father," Vic said. "Have a right to know if my little girl is
still a good girl."
"But like you told me before, I'm not just a little girl anymore," Amy
answered.
"Then?" her father anxiously asked.
"Just what you're thinking, Daddy," Amy sighed, deciding to take a
stand. "No, I'm not a virgin anymore."
"And?"
"My God, Daddy, what do you want me to do, give you all the details?"
Amy blurted out in frustration. "Maybe I'd better go."
"No ... please don't leave, honey," Vic said. "I'm sorry I got out of
line. Just that it's so hard for me to think of you ... that way."
But, as she looked down to avoid his accusing gaze, Amy saw that her
father was a liar. It wasn't hard for him to picture her getting fucked
at all. Unless, that is, it had to do with the kind of "hard" that was
bulging at his crotch.
And now as she noticed the telltale mound below his belt, Amy was
reminded of the effect on her pussy when her father had hugged and
kissed her. A feeling that had distracted her ever since. Could
something be happening between them that was the same as with the other
members of her family?
"Daddy," she heard herself say, "please don't think I'm just another
cheap tramp. A guy has to be somebody really special for me to ..."
"Yes?"
"Fuck him," Amy dared to reveal, staring as she did directly at her
father's swollen crotch.
"H--how special, princess?"
"Someone I love," Amy panted, feeling pussy juice trickle down her
inner thighs. "Daddy ... the way I love you. Love you ... like this,
Daddy."
She had made her decision. She knelt before him. Her father just stood
there in a kind of trance as she unzipped his fly.
"Stop me if this isn't what you want, Daddy," she said as she reached
into his pants for his cock.
"God help me, but I couldn't stop you now, princess, if my life
depended on it," Vic Winslow breathlessly rasped.
Then Amy had grasped his rigid cock and pulled it out into the open,
the cock that had originally spurted the cum into her mother's cunt to
give her life. And as soon as Amy saw how her father was hung, her own
cunt reacted with an immediate climax without even being touched.
"Ooooh, daddy, if ever there was that somebody special for me, you're
him. I'm going to suck and fuck your beautiful, big cock better than
it's ever been sucked and fucked before. Feel like I was born to suck
and fuck you," Amy whispered.
She closed her soft lips around her father's chunky cockhead, then
began slurping down the thick, long shaft. In turn, he put his hands on
her head, guiding her suction. By the time she'd deep-throated him, his
hips were rolling and he was fucking her in the mouth.
"Never thought anything like this'd ever happen," Vic Winslow moaned.
"But I'd be a damned liar if I claimed I hadn't wished it somehow would
some day. Ever since you were old enough to crawl up in my lap, angel,
you've made your daddy's cock hard."
And hearing this, Amy just wished she'd known then what she knew now.
Oh, she thought, what she'd give to be able to go back to when she was
a little girl so she could play with daddy's stiff, throbbing cock. How
huge it would have seemed in her tiny fingers then. But that was
nothing compared to how it would have felt plunging down her throat or
into her hairless cunt. But, thank God, better late than never. She'd
make it up to both her father and herself now.
"It took a while," she said, temporarily interrupting the blow-job,
"but I'm finally what we both want me to be. I'm daddy's little cock-
sucker at last. And even more I make you come in my mouth and I've
swallowed all your jizz."
"Then you're ready, sweetheart?" Vic Winslow anxiously replied. "Ready
for your old dad to shoot it?"
Amy answered by deep-throating his big cock to his balls, which she
squeezed to prime the pump. Her father's crotch ground against her
face, then the creamy good were delivered in a spurting torrent.
Having expected plenty of cum, but not this much, Amy had to be at her
thirstiest to gulp it down as fast as it gushed. But she was up to the
task. She claimed every drop, including the dregs after her father's
climax had slowed to a dribble and she milked his balls completely dry
by nursing on the fat nipple of his oozing cockhead.
"Won't ask where you learned how to suck like that," Vic Winslow sighed
when he was drained. "Don't want to spoil a blow-job that good by
getting jealous."
"Daddy," Amy gurgled, releasing her mouthful of sticky meat, "it
doesn't make any difference about the other cocks I've sucked. Believe
me that if you'd let me go down on yours even when I was only a little
kid, I'd have sucked you off as good and deep as I did now. Some things
a girl's just born to do, that's all, no matter how young she is."
"Ah, maybe so. Just sorry I didn't do anything about it back then," Vic
said. "You were such a pretty, little thing. In some ways you'll always
be that age in my mind, baby, no matter how old you get."
Hearing her father fondly dwell on her girl-hood suddenly gave Amy an
idea she couldn't resist. One of those things that was just far-out
enough so it couldn't miss.
"Wait right here, Daddy," she excitedly said. "There's something I have
to do."
Jumping up, Amy sighted the bathroom door and scampered there. Inside,
she looked around and quickly found what she needed to carry out her
kinky plan-her father's shaving kit. Stripping quickly, she then
lathered her crotch and began scraping the razor across the patch of
foam. By the time the suds were gone, her pussy was shaved as smooth as
a baby's bottom.
Inspecting her bald cunt in the mirror, she noted, "Mmmmm, I look at
least half my age. Except for my tits. But ..." She'd spotted one of
her father's undershirts nearby. When she slipped it on it was more
than baggy enough to conceal the rise of her tits and make her appear
as flat-chested as a little girl.
"Talk about perfect!" she said, praising the youthful accuracy of her
transformed appearance. "Damn, if I don't look like my own kid-sister."
"Amy, honey, what're you doing in there with yourself, anyway?" her
father called.
"Close your eyes, Daddy," Amy called back. "And get set to have your
mind blown."
Satisfied then that her father was playing along, Amy left the
bathroom. She had closed the distance between him and her when she
spoke again, reaching back in time to recapture a little girl's high-
pitched voice.
"You can look now, Daddy," she squeaked.
And, as her father opened his eyes, Amy lifted the t-shirt that fell
below her waist. And there it was, a cunt so slickly smooth that it
could have passed for being ten years younger than it really was.
"Jesus!" Vic Winslow gasped. "Sweetest thing I've ever seen!"
"Not as sweet as it tastes, Daddy," lilted Amy.
Then she cradled her father's head in her hands and he dropped to his
knees. From there Amy brought his face flush with her bald cunt. The
lips of his mouth sealed her pussy lips, and his tongue shot like an
oral hard-on within her juicy pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm, Daddy, it's super," Amy moaned, grinding her crotch against
his features. "Hope it tastes as good to you as it feels to me."
Vic Winslow gurgled with agreement between his daughter's legs. Then he
was quickly slobbering from the chin, as she came in his mouth.
"When I get started like this," Amy swooned, "just can't stop. Want my
pussy to get wetter and wetter and ... oooh, I can't help myself,
Daddy! Have to do more than just come in your mouth."
Wetter than simply a climax could make her pussy was right. For Amy had
just pissed along with coming. And with the liquid gold pouring down
his throat, Vic Winslow was even thirstier for her cunt's discharge
than before, now that it was gushing instead of oozing.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Amy squealed with runaway joy. "Suck, suck,
suck! Suck all the coming piss out of my sloppy pussy! Yes, yes! And
fuck me with your tongue at the same time. Make me so hot I can't stand
it!"
Her bucking loins putting rubber bands in her legs, Amy lost her
balance and slumped to the floor. Her father didn't miss a slurping
tongue-thrust in her pussy, though, hunching over her crotch like he
was trying to eat right through her.
"Told you I wouldn't be able to stand it, Daddy!"
But next she added that what she couldn't stand was just getting sucked
when she was ready for something more than only a pussyful of her
father's tongue.
"Cock ... cock ... cock," she rasped. "Your cock in my cunt, Daddy.
Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!
She'd spread her legs even farther apart. She'd fingered her hairless
pussy lips wide open.
But her father not only didn't take the plunge right away, he stood up.
Then he begin to strip, so he would be naked instead of just with his
cock jutting from his open fly.
"This is more than just a quickie, princess. Least I hope it is," he
said. "Wanna come at you with everything I've got. Not a stitch on and
nothing held back. You get all of me, for better or worse. So you can
make up your mind the first time I fuck you if this is how you want to
be fucked from now on."
What, Amy wondered, could he mean? If he hadn't been her father, it
would have almost been as if he were proposing to her. But she was far
too horny at this point to wait for him to clear it up.
"Just fuck me, Daddy!" she said impatiently. "That's all that matters
right now."
"Yeah!" Vic Winslow agreed that the time for action rather than words
was at hand, his eyes and cock trained on his daughter's hairlessly
yawning cunt.
And back down to his knees he dropped, bringing the head of his prick
to the flaring oval of Amy's pussy lips. Then, after setting his hips,
he bucked his crotch with all his strength. His cock became a dagger,
stabbing to the hilt in the wound of his daughter's pussy. She pushed
back in return, then wrapped her legs around his waist to rock him in
the cradle of her thighs.
"Mmmmmm, it's only just started," Amy gusted, "but already I know as
sure as your cock's in my cunt that this is the best fuck of my fife.
Can't think of how anybody could fuck me any better than you are,
Daddy!"
"Let me finish before you make up your mind," father answered daughter.
"I want you to be absolutely positive."
"Have it your way, Daddy. I'm already sure but you won't catch me
arguing with more of your hard, fucking cock in my cunt."
Vic poured it on, his hard-on tugging his daughter's pussy lips in and
out of her cunt gash with its pumping strokes. Then he lifted up the
baggy t-shirt she wore and gazed down on her tits.
"Ahhh, your cunt's like a little girl's, but your tits are as ripe as
any woman's," Vic said with lusty approval. "Like you're half and half.
Half little girl and half woman. Best of both for your old man."
"Oh, Daddy, you say all the right things," Amy sang out. "So suck 'em.
Suck my big-girl titties while your cock fucks my little-girl pussy."
She pushed her mounds together, drawing the plump, pink nipples side by
side. Her father was able to take them both in his mouth at the same
time when he lowered his face, his suction sending vibrations straight
between Amy's legs as always happened when something wonderful happened
to her tits. But they weren't the only part of her hot, young body
directly wired to her cunt. And she wanted it all.
"One place else you've got to do me, too, Daddy," Amy told her father.
"Just a finger'll work. Straight up my asshole."
Vic reached down between the cheeks of her butt and probed her
asspucker. He used not just one finger, though, but a pair, which were
curled at the knuckles like the head of a cock.
"Oh, Daddy! Fantastic!" Amy cried. "It's like you're butt-fucking me
with another cock to go along with the one already in my pussy! Now
just feel me come!"
Her naked body bucked and writhed in an instant orgasmic frenzy. In
response her father did it all to keep her climaxing, knuckle-fucking
her asshole, chewing her tits--and, most of all, jack-hammering his
huge cock in her tight, spasming cunt.
"Daddy, you have to come too, now, Amy demanded. "That's all there is
to it! Make it perfect for me with the best cuntful of jizz I'll ever
get!"
Her father had always given her what she asked for when he was in her
life before, and now that he had returned he was no different. Only
this time, instead of a new toy or a new dress, it was a spurting
torrent of hot, thick cum.
"Daddy, I'm more sure than ever!" Amy cried with ecstasy as her cunt
was swamped. "Nobody will ever be able to fuck me the way you can. Not-
-"
She was ready to name names. But her father stopped her.
"No!" Vic Winslow said. "I don't want to know about the others. If I
can't have you all to myself, then I'm gone again. Forget about them or
this is the last time you'll ever see me. Only time I'll ever fuck
you."
"But, Daddy, I couldn't stand to lose you."
"Then choose--me or them. That's the way it has to be, princess."
"B--but ..."
"Leave with me now," father told daughter, his cock having spilled all
of its cream, yet remaining rock-solid so it throbbed in her fucked
cunt with every word he spoke. "I have all the money we need and nobody
will know who you are once we're out of this town, in another state.
Vic Winslow can have a pretty, young bride, can't he?
"Oh, Daddy, it sounds wonderful, except--"
Amy stopped short. She'd been about to ask what the rest of the family
would think if she left home. But then she realized that a more golden
opportunity would never come along to get out from under her mother's
shadow--something she'd already known had to happen sooner or later
anyway. And with her gone, her mother would be, able to fuck both
Stevie and Uncle Thad without having to share their cocks anymore.
Really, Amy thought, that would be the best thing for all concerned.
But this wasn't what finally made up Amy's mind. Nor was it simply her
cunt doing her thinking for her now that it had been filled with her
father's cock and cum. No, it was more than just the promise of sexual
freedom in combination with the continued lure of incest.
So what made Amy's heart and pussy beat as one? What every girl waits
for. The arrival of her most romantic fantasy-come-true-Mr. Right. And
when he was your dad as well as your stud-service and knight in shining
armor, you'd just bought a one-way ticket to heaven on earth.
Therefore, with no further doubt, Amy cried, "Yes, Daddy, yes! All I
want is you as long as all you want is me! As soon as we're over the
state line I'll call home and tell mom as much of the truth as she
needs to know--that I've eloped with the man of my dreams!"
Within an hour they were on the road, on their way to a new life
together. And although Amy felt like a bride on her honeymoon, there
was no way she'd ever let herself forget that she was still her
father's daughter. For any girl could find herself a husband, but to
put your cunt's claim on daddy's cock made you ... well, who else but
Amy Winslow!
The End