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   This is a work of pure fiction.  Please don't read this if you are
offended by it or the following is illegal where you live:

   (Mf, inc, oral)

   I hold the copyright to all my work, but often grant permission to
re-publish the work if requested by email.

   A Bun In The Oven - A short story

   I love to cook.  I'm not sure why really - it certainly has nothing to
do with genetics.  My mother thought that if you had to read the nuker
(microwave) instructions, it was serious cooking.  That isn't totally fair
and my Dad will defend her as a pretty good cook.  Of course, he's my
stepdad and he isn't objective when it comes to Mom.  Mom could cook some
stuff and even did now and then.  Mom died a little over a year ago and, of
course, I would never say anything bad about her cooking.  Not in front of
Dad anyway.

   My Tutu (my grandma) taught me to cook.  Well, the basics anyway and how
to adjust recipes to fit tastes and such.  Tutu says that I'm the best of
all of her grandkids because I'm the only one that's shown the least
interest in her cooking.  Never mind that I'm not a real grandchild either,
Tutu says that God brought me 'specially for her.

   I really wanted to learn to cook because I didn't have a lot of hobbies,
I'm not interested in girl's sports at school or most anything to do with
school after class.  No, Dad is pretty sullen most of the time and I
noticed that the only time he smiled much was when Tutu made something
special for him.  I always loved his smile and wanted to learn to make him
smile.  So I learned to cook.  Actually, Tutu gave me a little white and
blue checked apron for cooking.  It makes Dad smile when he sees me in
that. I have a few aprons now and they all seem to make him happy, but none
like the Dorothy Apron (that's what he calls it).  I look nothing like
Dorothy.  Not nearly so cute and certainly no red shoes and mostly bare
foot.  I think Dorothy had boobs hidden in there too and I don't have much
of those either.  Oh well, I have the apron.

   Today I made some spaghetti and it's simmering on the stove.  I usually
make the pasta separate and let him put on the sauce as he likes.  I just
put the buns in the oven and turned around to go to my room and clean up. I
must have been spaced, because I didn't hear him come home.  I had my hands
in back of me to untie the apron and ran right into him...ooof.

   "I'm sorry Baby.  I wasn't watching where I was going."

   "It's okay Daddy, I didn't even hear you."

   Dad is just over six feet tall and a little more than six inches taller
than me.  He is really big too...big chest and arms...not fat, just a big
guy.  Anyway, we hit hard enough to knock me down and his fast hands around
my waist saved me from hitting the floor.  He pulled my close and said,
"Smells good."

   "It's just spaghetti and French buns Daddy."

   "Oh yeah, the food too."

   I wrinkled my nose at him and it suddenly dawned on me that he meant
that I smelled good.  He had never said anything like that to me and I
wasn't sure what he meant.  "I don't wear any perfume."

   "I know, but you still smell good."

   "Oh," was all I could think to say so I hung up the apron and left for
my bedroom.  I decided that I must need another shower so I stripped off my
shorts, top, panties and bra and went into my bathroom.  I took a look at
myself in the mirror (I did every day hoping like mad that I might see need
for a larger bra).  I think I'm pleasant looking, I will never be mistaken
for Dad's biological daughter though.  He tans nicely, but his skin is
actually fairly light and his hair is brown to a dark auburn.  I have brown
eyes and his are almost green.  My skin can't be mistaken for anything but
the Hawai'ian blood in me and my dark brown hair is definitely like Mom's
and not Irish like Dad.  Mom left her hair real long and I can't stand it
that way.  It is hard enough to take care of at just past my shoulders. 
Even with my light brown skin, there are visible tan lines from my bikini.

   After I got out and was drying off, I heard the shower in the bathroom
next to mine go on.  Daddy must have been waiting for me to finish before
his after work shower.  It was pretty inconsiderate of me not to think of
that before I took mine.  I guess that I was a little flustered about what
he said to me.  Not that there was anything wrong with smelling good, but I
didn't think that I should smell like anything.  Maybe it was the spices
that I put in the sauce.  I needed some clothes on, so I put on some fresh
panties, one of my night t-shirts and a pair of denim shorts.  I looked
into the bedroom next to mine and saw that the bathroom door had been left
open.  I could make out my dad's shape through the opaque glass.  That, and
that I had seen the rest of him nude before, left an image of a wonderfully
handsome and well put together guy in my head.  Other places of my body
reacted plenty too.

   Okay, so I just turned eighteen and I haven't been a virgin for some
time.  I had the sweetest boyfriend, he was attentive and treated me like
gold, but I got into this funk after my mom passed away and got caught up
in this dark outlook on life that dad is living in.  Eventually my
boyfriend got tired of all the gloom and me not spending the time that I
should with him and kissed me goodbye.  The thing is, he was my first (You
know what I mean).  Well, the first for penetration sex anyway, I had given
him and a couple of other boys blowjobs and let them feel me.  There was
plenty of sex with him too and I am left a very horny girl.  Sorry, but a
"good shower head" just won't replace a good man.  At least it won't for
me. And girls, as good as it can be, don't help that much either.

   I went back to the kitchen to finish dinner and set the table for us. 
There was most of a bottle of good red wine in the 'fridge', so I brought
that out and put it on the table.

   Pretty soon I heard the shower door close after Dad finished and a few
minutes later he came into the kitchen in his jeans and a sleeveless
t-shirt.  I feel a little stirring in the pit of my stomach every time I
see him like that.  He is so handsome that he makes my tummy jump.  He gave
me a pat on the butt as he sat down and said, "It really looks good Baby, I
think you've out done yourself."

   "Thank you.  The rolls are hot, so watch your fingers," I said.  I
poured Dad a full glass of wine and me the allotted half glass for us of
minor age.  Which was okay because alcohol makes my head funny and I'm
nutty enough without that too.  I was standing very close to him and he put
his hand around my waist and pulled me close.

   "God I don't know what I would have done without you Lee (Lili is my
name and it's like Leelee and not Lilly)," he said quietly.

   I smiled down at him and kissed his forehead.  "We've been through all
of this together and I see some improvement in you."

   "I guess that I'm starting to feel better.  We can't hole-up and stay
gloomy the rest of our lives."

   We enjoyed dinner and then did the dishes together.  A little later, I
pulled out my books and sat down at the kitchen table to do some much
needed homework.  My dad heard me grumbling and asked if he could help.

   "If I intend to graduate in June, I'm going to have to be able to pass
the math exam and I can use all the help I can get," I answered.  He sat
down next to me and looked over my shoulder at the book.  I noted a slight
frown on his face as he thumbed through the pages.

   "Exactly what is it that you don't understand?"

   "Mostly...well, everything."

   "Show me what you do know.  Let's take a problem and see if we can solve
it together using the book for instructions."

   And so it went...we were back working out our (my) problems together. 
I'll never be a math wiz, but I could pass that exam now.  I sat back and
rubbed my tired eyes and Dad put his arm over my shoulder and squeezed it
just a little.  He leaned over and sniffed me again.  "I'd forgotten how
good you always smell," he remarked.

   "I took a shower and it's just Ivory soap, Daddy."

   "No, it's you...it's your own smell.  It's a very nice smell too."

   "Do I smell like Mom did?"

   "No...a little, like girls do...but this is for sure your very own."

   I put my head back against his chest a could see out of the big kitchen
window.  The sun was going down and there were very dark gray clouds
building in the south.  "I think there's a big storm coming, Daddy."

   "It certainly looks like it.  I'll turn the TV on and see what they have
to say."

   The news said heavy rain and likely thunder and lightning through most
of the night.  "I hate the thunder, Daddy."

   "I Know, but you're a big girl now and it shouldn't scare you so much
anymore."

   Not being so sure of that, I snuggle against him even more.  I
remembered the big storm a few years ago when Mom was still with us.  I had
gotten so afraid that I went and climbed in to bed next to Mom.  Mom had to
get up to go to the bathroom, so I ended up squished between Mom and Dad
for the night.  I didn't mind, I felt like nothing could harm me there.  I
woke up in the morning with Mom's back against me and my back against
Daddy. His arm was around me and had me pulled close to him.  He was
snoring in my ear and I still didn't care.  Pretty soon Daddy rolled over
and got out of bed to use the bathroom.  I watched as he climbed back into
bed and couldn't help but peek as the front of his boxers opened enough to
give me a good view of what was under them.  It looked to be sort of hard
too by the bulging outline on the front.  That was the first time I had
ever considered him like that.  Sexually I mean.

   Mom was awake and apparently saw too, because she nearly pushed me out
of bed and told me that the storm was gone and that I needed to get in my
own bed.  I was reluctant, but Mom assured me that they had some business
that needed taking care of and I was old enough to know what she meant.  I
can remember that I started to ask why I couldn't just stay there, but was
smart enough to know better than that too.  So, I got out of that big warm
bed with the nice warm people, closed their door and went to my room.

   It didn't take but a few minutes before I could hear noises coming from
their bedroom.  I'd never really paid attention before, but now the faint
sounds made me curious, so I got out of bed and tip-toed back to the master
bedroom door and sat down i0n the hall floor.  With my ear against the
door, I could hear a lot of what they were saying.



   "Mmmm...it's so hard...what made it like that do you suppose?"

   "It was your body that did it sweetie."

   "Maybe another body between us helped some...do you think?"

   "No, it was just you."

   "I don't think so, but no matter...how about you just stick it in me?"

   "You want me to give your cunt a good fucking?  Let me see how wet it
is," a pause and then, "Oh yes it is all ready for me."

   Very shortly after, I could hear Mom making little mewling noises and
Daddy grunting.  "Ew, ew, ew," she would say and Daddy would grunt and
mumble something about her hot pussy.  The noises got louder and the bed
started to squeak and I started to leak.  I got so hot that my fingers were
soon buried in my panties and rubbing my pussy like never before.  I had
been wet before, but it was slick like it was oiled and I was massaging
with my finger tips as fast as I could.  I let the tips of my finger dip
deep into me and drag more of the wetness out to coat my labia with.  I
didn't have to muffle my orgasm much because Mom made enough noise for the
both of us.

   I shook my head and came back to the present.  Dad and I did a little
more homework and then we watched some TV.  I was cuddled up next to him on
the couch and more listening to the wind picking up than watching the TV
show.  Bedtime came only too soon and I washed my face, took off the shorts
and climbed into bed.  Daddy came in to kiss me goodnight and I said, "I
hope that there isn't any lightning and thunder."

   "It'll be fine Baby, a little thunder won't hurt us any."

   I said, "Okay." But really wasn't buying any of that nonsense.  I said
nothing more, but thought, "If I get scared buster then you'll have a bed
partner." And sure enough, I woke up a couple of hours later and the rain
was pouring, the lightning was flashing and the thunder sounded like it was
in the next room.  I got out of bed, went across the hall to Daddy's room
and climbed in with him.

   He was awake and as I climbed in, he pulled me up tight to him.  "I've
been waiting for you," he said.

   I nestled my back to his chest and conformed my body to fit his and
fluffed the extra pillow.  "It's better already," I said as his arm went
around me.  He kissed me on the neck and within a few minutes I heard him
snoring lightly.

   The next morning woke me up with a serious need to pee.  I staggered out
of the bed and into the bathroom.  I begin to think about him in that big
bed and how nice it was being cuddled next to him.  The old ache in the pit
of my tummy and the unscratchable itch between my legs was getting serious
too.  I decided right then that if he isn't as horny as I am, then he
should be and I intended to try to make sure that he is.  With that, I
wiped and then washed a little with a warm wash cloth.  I found some baby
powder in the medicine cabinet and used a little of that in my panties and
between my thighs.  I thought about leaving the panties off, but maybe that
would be too obvious.  I tip-toed back to bed and snuggled up behind him
where I had left off.

   In a few minutes, he rolled over and looked at me.  "Good morning," he
said.  "You came back instead of going to your own bed."

   My hand was on his chest now and my fingers were in the short hairs. 
"It's nice and warm and cozy in here," was all that I could think to say.

   "It's been a long time since I had a beautiful women in bed with me."

   "It could be dangerous," I responded and letting my hand drift down to
his hard stomach.

   "You don't seem so dangerous to me," he answered and kissed me on the
top of my head.

   All I wanted now was to feel him.  I was afraid that if I reached down
farther, he might push my hand away.  I did it anyway.  My fingers skimmed
the top of his boxers and my worries were answered.  He was already hard. I
pressed down and let my fingers encircle his penis through the cotton of
his boxer shorts.  Daddy's only reaction was a jerk and a little groan and
I got braver.  I pushed his boxers down and felt his cock and big balls
with my hand.  His shaft seemed so long and thick; his balls so heavy and
full.  Within moments, warm liquid was seeping out of the top and down the
shaft as I stroked his hard cock.  I wanted to see and nudged the covered
back to fully expose my hand and the hard, leaking object in it.  I was so
turned on that I was squeezing my legs together to gain some friction.  It
wasn't helping much.

   In another moment, Daddy raised his hips off of the bed, let out a long
groan and a stream of semen.  The first shot nearly hit him on the chin and
it was followed by a second eruption that didn't go as far, but added to
the growing pool of the sticky white goo on his chest and stomach.  Then
his cock pulsed again and a final string spit out of the tip.  I didn't
know that a guy could cum so much.  Of course I'd never actually watched a
man orgasm before and could only judge by how much got into my mouth or
leaked into my panties.  I ran my fingers through the puddles on his chest
as he watched me.  He looked at me with a big smile and I put my fingers to
my mouth to taste him.  It was a little sharper tasting than my
ex-boyfriend, but not so bad that I couldn't grow to like it.  I rubbed it
on my lips and sucked my fingers.  His cock was soft in my hand, but I felt
it jerk as he leaned down to kiss me.  I put my hand on his face and said,
"you're scratchy."

   "I'd better go shave and wipe myself off."

   "Wait, I'll do it." And I climbed over him to get out of bed and went
into his bathroom.  I found his razor and shaving cream and I got a wash
cloth wet with warm water.  I turned and went back to get a towel for the
mess on his chest.

   "Before you start, will you take off your sleeper and panties for me?"
he asked.

   I laid everything on the bed beside him.  He took the towel and wiped
the cum off of his chest as he watched me undress.  First I pulled the
cotton sleeper over my head and paused so that he could see my breasts. 
Even though my skin is fairly dark, I still tan, and the difference is
noticeable.  It looks like I have a cream colored bra on when I'm nude and
it really shows my big brown nipples off.  They were bigger now too because
of my heat, they were protruding as if a baby were going to suckle them. 
My breasts may not be big, but they are full and guys make every effort to
see as much as the can of them.  When I slipped my black satin string
bikini panties down to my feet and stood up, I heard him suck his breath
in. He apparently was fixed on my nipples and the curve of my tummy down to
trim brown curls above the beginning of my thighs.  His cock was already
starting to fill again.  "Do you like me?" I asked.

   "Oh God Baby, you are gorgeous."

   I sat on the bed beside him and warmed his face with the damp wash
cloth. Then I put some of the shaving cream on my fingers and spread it
over his chin and face.  One of his hands was fiddling with one of my
nipples and I said, "Keep that up and you'll get cut."

   "I'll chance it."

   As I started to shave him, he gave up on my nipples and his hand was
trying to force my legs apart.  I didn't fight it and he managed to get his
fingers between my legs and the tips opening me.  I nearly did knick him
when his middle finger pressed down on my clit and slid into the wet
opening.

   "God you are wet," he said.

   "Yes," I mumbled back.  It was a good thing that I was finished with my
shaving, because I closed my eyes and gasped when two of his fingers slid
deep into me and started to fuck me.  I got focused and wiped off he rest
of the cream just as he pulled me over and onto my back on the bed.  His
mouth met mine and I could feel his tongue trying to force it's way past my
teeth.  The razor ended up on the floor and I put my arms around him to
pull his body against mine.  My mouth opened and my tongue met his as it
drove into my mouth and gave me a sense of what was going to happen to me.

   His mouth left mine and found the nipple on my left breast.  He was
trying to get the whole tit into his mouth and I could feel his tongue
pressuring my nipple and circling it.  His fingers hadn't stopped working
my wet pussy and I could even hear the sucking sounds they made as they
fucked in and out.  Finally his mouth gave up on my titty and his fingers
left my wide open vagina and, without hesitation, his mouth covered my
pussy and his tongue replaced his fingers.  I could feel his cock with my
toes and it was hard again and ready.  He had talked about the way that I
smell; he should smell his own heat.  It is a heady experience.

   I was so hot that I couldn't even think straight, but I said something
that I had thought many times and only read in stories.  "Fuck me," I said
not so quietly.

   Without a word, he pushed himself up and over me.  My legs were spread
as wide as they could go and he aimed his cock at my hole and pushed it in.
It was big and it took a couple of strokes to bury it, but all the way in
it went and we fucked.  I came the first time in a matter of seconds and
I'm not sure that he knew.  If he did, he kept going anyway.  We soon got
into a rhythm that I had never experienced before.  It seemed like we had
been doing it forever.  He sensed when I wanted it harder and when I wanted
to back off some.  He talked to me while we fucked too.  Nobody had ever
done that before and it was a turn on.

   "God you're hot Baby."

   "Do you like me?"

   "Oh yes...do you like me?"

   "Yes, you feel so good in me."

   "What feels good?"

   "Your cock feels good," I groaned.

   "Does in make your pussy...your cunt...feel good?"

   "Yes...yes, it makes my cunt feel good.  Fuck it more."

   "You have the wettest, slickest cunt I've ever fucked."

   He did recognize the second orgasm though and he fucked me hard and
steady until I let it start to wave through me.  I was doing most of the
fucking now I think and he came again too.



   We laid together face to face and my leg was in the pool of our cum. 
"We made a mess.  Think of how big it would be if there was as much cum as
the first time."

   He laughed and said, "I started to cum when you first touched me the
first time.  It would have never even began to get inside of you."

   "In my cunt?"

   "Yes.  Do you mind me using that word?"

   "Of course not.  Not when you say it."

   "You know, I wanted to make you cum with my tongue."

   "I wanted to make you cum with my mouth too, but there is plenty of time
for that." Daddy kissed me again and I bounced out of bed.  "I need to
shower and then I'll make us breakfast."

   "Wait for me, I want to wash you."

   "Hurry up then and get out of bed."

   I tried to get him hard in the shower.  I've always wanted to do it in
the shower.  I played and played with his dick, and almost got it hard
enough, but I guess the morning was too much all at once.  I knew that
there would be plenty of time for us.  Daddy was sort of embarrassed, but I
understood and told him so.

   We got out of the shower and dried ourselves.  I slipped on a pair of
white cotton panties and a short khaki skirt with a brown sleeveless top.
No bra, I'll just let them sway out there for him to see (right).  He got
dressed and went out to check for down trees or other damage around the
house while I grated some American and some sharp Cheddar cheese.  I diced
some onion greens and stirred that into the cheese.  I cut some fresh
tomato and put that aside.  I heard him banging around outside, saw him
coming to the door and poured our fresh coffee.  I got the sugar and French
vanilla creamer that he likes and put it in front of him as he sat down. 
He put his hand on my cheek and pulled my mouth to his for a kiss.  Funny
what a kiss can do.  My heart start racing and I could feel my skin tingle
as his lips pressed against mine.  He could have had me again right then
and there, but he didn't.  I guess he was hungry.  For food.  I was hungry
for a nice, fresh sausage and directly in my mouth would have been just
fine, thank you.

   Speaking of which, there had been some sausages cooking and they were
about done.  I turned the switch to warm and took two out and covered the
rest.  I pushed the toast down and started to pour the first omelet into
the pan when I felt his arms circle my waist.  "Do you have any idea how
much I love you in that apron?" He asked, "Do you have and idea how much I
love you, period." I didn't answer, I just smiled and let him nuzzle my
neck and kiss me.

   "You'll better stop or I'll mess up this omelet," I finally said.

   "That's one huge omelet, I can't eat all of that."

   "It isn't all for you, butthead, it's for us to share." I carefully
sprinkled the cheese and all of the rest of the fixings over it and sliced
the sausage over the top before I carefully turned one side over.  "Go sit
now.  Take the toast and sausage with you." I had a couple of plates in the
oven warming and I cut the omelet in less than half and put the big piece
on his plate.  Then I took off the apron and sat down.

   "You're still a growing girl, Lee.  You should have at least halved it."
He took a big piece of it and offered it to me on his fork.  I offered a
little piece of mine on my fork and fed it to him.  It dawned on me that
there was something sexy about us feeding each other, but maybe everything
would seem sexy this morning.

   When we finished, Daddy scooted his chair closer to me and put his arm
around my neck.  "That was the best omelet I ever had," he said.  I thanked
him and started to space a little as his hand started to massage my bare
thigh.  I opened my legs a little to give his hand better access and felt
his fingers pressing against me through my panties.  By this time I was
stirring pretty good and I put my hand over the fly of his jeans.  It was
obvious how he felt.  I gave it a little squeeze and he reacted by putting
some extra pressure on my dampening slit.

   I looked through the fog surrounding my brain and, for some reason,
noticed that I hadn't closed the oven door.  "There's a bun in the oven," I
muttered and everything came to an abrupt halt.

   "What?"

   "I said there's a bun in the oven...did I say something wrong?" You
could never tell with these ex-mainlanders even if they had been here for
years and years.  There were always surprises that their language could be
so messed up.

   "How could you know that already?"

   "I'm psychic I guess.  Either that or my eyes are pretty good," I
answered frowning and looking into his face.

   "Aren't I the only one?  I mean for a long time anyway?"

   "Having sex?  Making love?"

   "Yes."

   "Okay, I'm totally spaced.  What does our making love this morning have
to do with a dried up French roll that I left in the oven last night?"

   "Shit!  I see...well, it's something my dad used to say when a woman was
pregnant, 'she has a bun in the oven.'"

   "That's pretty stupid."

   "Maybe it is, but that's what I thought you meant."

   "What if I am pregnant...it's entirely possible," I said.  My hand was
still in his lap, but it was anything but hard.

   "You haven't been taking the pills?"

   "Not for a long time.  They cost money and there's no sense if I wasn't
having sex with anybody."

   "I didn't even think about it."

   "Me either."

   "What shall we do about it if you are pregnant?"

   "Not much except come up with a name within nine months," I told him. 
"There'll be no abortion and I won't even think about the Plan B pill
either.  No religeous thing, but we did it and if there's a baby..."

   "Oh." He looked away from me and at the table.

   "Look, we don't know that I'm pregnant.  I'll be out of school soon
enough and I can find a way to take care of a baby myself if I am.  It
isn't necessary for you to worry about it or even be a part of it if you
don't want to."

   He looked back at me and took my face in his hands and said, "You're
already a part of me.  I'm not so sure about you, but a baby might not be
so bad for me.  If your pregnant or want to be pregnant, then I'm in it
with you."

   His warm mouth met mine and my hand took a firmer grasp of the object
still covered by his jeans.  His breathing was getting faster and his penis
was hardening up nicely.  I reached over with my other hand and held the
waist of the jeans, worked his zipper down and fished his cock out of the
opening of his boxer shorts.  It was now nice and hard and felt wonderful
in my hand.



   "Oh God Baby, you can't imagine how could your hand feels."

   "Yes I can.  I know how good your fingers and tongue feel inside of me.
I know how well this fills me," I answered stroking it and rubbing my thumb
over the tip.  I moved around more in front of him and started to work his
jeans over his hips and bare feet.  Then I kneeled in front of him and
pulled his tight, white boxers down his legs and off.  At first I just held
it and looked at it.  I could see why it felt so good inside of me, it was
big and fat looking.  Straight with a little bend up at the top near the
nice pink tip.  I leaned forward and licked all around that nice pink tip
too.  I could smell his heat again and started to lick all up and down the
shaft and around the bottom near his balls.  I held those balls on my other
hand and kissed each one of them before I licked the clear liquid seeping
from the little slit in the tip.  He groaned and I could feel his body
tighten as I put my mouth over it and let it slip into my mouth and over my
tongue.  I really liked to suck my boyfriend, but it was nothing like the
feeling of Daddy's cock in my mouth.  I'm not so sure it was that much
bigger, it was the the nearness, the intimacy of having this man's cock in
my mouth.  Not a boyfriend, not just some older guy, not a man that had
been like a father to me for so long, but like a man that I could truly
love and want to share my life with.

   My head bobbed up and down his cock for some time.  I had taken it
deeper than I thought I could and with some practice, didn't feel choked.
My nose was almost buried in the fur around his balls and above his cock.
He had his hand in my hair and was gently rubbing my head.  It was
beginning to feel my like he was fucking my mouth when he started to tense
his body.  He tried to pull out and away and croaked, "I'm going to cum." I
shook my head a little to tell him no and keep stroking his hard dick with
my warm, wet mouth.  I had one hand on the base and one hand still kneading
his heavy balls when I felt him jerk and felt the first stream of semen
shoot into my mouth.  It was followed by a second and I swallowed as much
as I could.  I had never intentionally swallowed sperm before, but it
seemed sort of rude to me to spit part of a lover out.  I didn't want to
spit any part of my dad out.

   He was so sexy...he reached under my arms to pull me up to him for a
kiss knowing that I still had his cum inside.  We kissed for the longest
time.  He even suckled my nipples again rubbed the outside of my pussy
trying to make me orgasm again.  I didn't really need another orgasm to
satisfy me though, I felt good already.  Finally he said, "Thing is, we
won't put a bun in the oven that way."

   "I'm pretty sure that won't work," I laughed.

   We went shopping that afternoon and had a small salad lunch at a little
place not far from where we lived.  Daddy always had been a lovie touchy
kind of guy, but something had changed between us all of a sudden.  He
seemed to want to hold my hand, put his arm around my waist, or just
suddenly kiss me anywhere or anytime.  I certainly didn't mind either.

   I was in the kitchen putting groceries away as he brought them in from
the car.  I never did put a bra on and after he brought in the last few
sacks, he stood behind me and put his hands under my top and around my
breasts.  He squeezed them a little and whispered, "You have the nicest
titties."

   "They're tiny," I said.

   "No the aren't...they aren't tiny and they are just right."

   "So you say."

   "Who else matters?"

   He had me there and I reached behind me to pull his head closer as he
continued his work on my tits and nipples.  He was making my panties wet
for a least the third time that day.  "Keep it up there big guy and you'll
be in trouble." Letting go with one of my tits, his hand went under the
back of my skirt and grabbed the right cheek of my butt.  He let go of my
other tit and used both hands to pull my khaki skirt up and over my waist.
He gently pushed me down on the counter top and I knew what was coming (or
cumming) now.

   I could feel my panties slide down my thighs and kicked them off when
they reached my feet.  Within seconds, I could feel his hands parting my
butt and then his mouth kissing me all over.  Two of his fingers were
running up and down my slit and clear up to my anus.  It was a turn on.

   "Damn your cunt gets wet and slippery."

   "You're going to want to fuck it pretty soon." I heard him unzip his
pants and kind of looked back at him.  His cock was a hard as ever and
seemed even extra big right now.  I felt one of his fingers probe my ass
and slide in a little.  I was a virgin there, but not for much longer.  Not
this time though because I was horny and wanted it where it was designed to
go.

   "I'm going to fuck it right now."

   He opened me some more with his left hand while his right hand guided
his cock home.  He didn't mess with working it in little by little either,
he just drove it all of the way with one stroke.  It even hurt some and I
yelped.  Not an unpleasant pain at that.  He really did fuck me too.  He
drove his cock in and out of me like a man possessed.  I had three fingers
massaging my clit while his cock massaged my cunt walls.  It was only
minutes before I was ready, but Daddy wasn't and he rode me out as I
orgasmed and let the surf pound through me.  I have to admit that I was
glad when he finally came because I was truly spent.

   Daddy retrieved my damp cotton panties and helped me step into them.  We
got organized and he put his arms around me and pulled me close.  "That
should pretty much confirm that bun," he asked more than stated.

   "No way to tell this early unless I go find a seer like Hanna.  She
might know."

   "Maybe we just need to do it everyday for awhile to make certain."

   I gave him my shy smile and said, "Maybe two or three times a day... 
just to make sure..."

   I'm a teller of stories, not a professional author.  My reward is your
mail and it's welcome meahana_maui@hotmail.com

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