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(Mmff, ped, bi, inc, reluc, rom) *** Amyie Honeywell was hot and she knew it. Her friends knew it, her professors knew it, and her parents knew it. This is why they were allowing her to go to six flags this weekend with Bradley Clark, the hottest boy in school, only if her Dad was chaperoning. When she found out she called her best friend Tara. She laid on her bed chatting on the phone; her young body was twisting and turning, almost writing, on the bed with excitement. They were laughing about stuff at school and chatting about things happening this weekend. "Tara I can't wait for the amusement park Saturday! It's gonna be awesome. I mean I am going to have the whole day with him... Yeah he's coming too; bummer I guess, but I can use him to my advantage. What? No way I was thinking I would just tease a little bit and then go in for the kill later in the evening... no he is sooo sexy and I don't think he is getting any sex any where else, I mean who wouldn't want fuck a innocent little girl like me! You know what Tara, your right I better take it easy, he is older than me! HA! I want him so badly I can taste it." As the conversation rolled on Amyie disclosed more and more of her plan, she got hotter and hotter and began to touch herself. Her hand strolled below the waistline of her sweatpants and she fiddled with her bare pussy. She couldn't believe she was going to Six Flags with her Dad and the hottest boy in school. She knew how to tease and was looking forward to secretly tempting and fucking her new crush. The trouble was going to be with the third wheel. How was she going to use him to her advantage? Could she get out of sight enough to work her magic or will she just have to do some seriously dangerous tease work under the watchful eye of her uninvited guest. Amyie hung up the phone and resumed thinking about what it would be like to have her crush's hands all over her, to have his hips between her legs, to have his hard pumping cock sliding in and out of her, stretching her to the limit. Her hands expertly worked up under her t-shirt and she was licking her fingers and jamming them in an out of her cunt. She was cumming in seconds. *** The Bait *** The morning of the big date Amyie pulled on her black bikini top, and pick cotton cheerleader shorts, they said tasty on the back. She rummaged through her dad's underwear drawer and found a white tank top that he never wore because it was too small. She pulled this over her head as her dad was walking in. Mr. Honeywell stopped at his door and saw his beautiful blonde daughter facing away from him. He could see her pert young ass framed by the words tasty and the small of her back disappearing under one of his older "wife beater" style t-shirts. Girls didn't look like this when I was in school, he thought. She turned and smiled, gave him a peck on the cheek and bounced out of the room. "Sweetie," he called "Don't forget to call Bradley so he knows we are on our way." "OK Dad!" she yelled back. Married for 12 years, 50ish father Mr. Honeywell couldn't believe he was going to have to go with his daughter on this date. She was almost a grown woman for goodness sake, but his micro manager of a wife was crazy about this sort of thing and barely let the girl out of the house. So the chore fell to him, "Take her to the park, and don't let the boy try anything." He would take his daughter to the park, but that was it. He was going to let her have whatever fun she wanted. *** Driving *** They were in the Honda Pilot by 8 o'clock and off to Bradley's house arriving a little after 8:15 am. Amyie was nervous; this was when she was going to start the tease. The second they pulled up to Bradley's house she knew she had to be on her game. The car stopped and Amyie hopped out. She slunk up to the house with a sexiness that even her dad caught, which wasn't altogether too hard because his wife was being stingy about sex. It seemed like everything he saw reminded him about how he wasn't getting any. He thought to himself, that is one lucky guy. He watched as her hips swayed here and there, and her petite figure gracefully skipped up to the front door of Bradley Clark. She stood at the doorway and played with the hem of her shorts. They weren't a loose fit, so when she tugged on the bottom of them she knew whoever was watching would see her shorts being pulled tighter onto her ass, perhaps even exposing her thin waistline. Then she began to slide her hands up and down her thighs, "what's taking this guy so long," she muttered under her breath. Mr. Honeywell watched his daughter squirm and touch herself in the Clark's doorway. He noticed a small bulge growing in his shorts. "What the hell?" He thought, "That's my daughter up there not some high- schooler at the mall!" Then without warning his mind flashed with the image of his daughter on her back and some guy on top of her. He let out and audible, "Holy Shit" and checked the front door again. Bradley had finally made it to the door and was locking up while Amyie trotted down the stairs and to the car. Again she was swaying her hips slightly as she walked. Mr. Honeywell tried to shake the image of his daughter and the other guy from his mind but had considerable trouble not dwelling on her lithe petite body skipping back to the car. The drive to the amusement park was about 45 minutes from the Clark's house. Amyie and Bradley sat in the back chatting aimlessly. When Mr. Honeywell looked in the back he saw stars in Amyie's eyes. She looked like she was really into this new boyfriend. And even though he was a little older than her Mr. Honeywell approved the pairing, provided he be invited on most of the dates. He knew his daughter was sexually active, and he didn't mind it as long as it was under his control. He monitored her computer activity and knew what she did in the evenings when she said she was off to bed. As long as he had some sort of control he would let her do almost anything. Bradley was in lust. He stared at the smallish breasts of Amyie with a hunger to just devour them. They were small and perfect, a cups he thought, but with her small frame and thin physique they stood out just enough to grab attention. She was two years younger than him, and he was sure she had already had sex. In fact that's what drew her to him in the first place. He had heard from their mutual friend Tara that Amyie had slept with this 22 year old they met in a bar. Tara and Amyie had snuck into the college bar and were out dancing on the dance floor when the guy approached them. The night ended with Tara watching the two fuck in his dorm room. Tara had relayed the story to Bradley hoping to get him worked up enough to bed but in the end the story backfired and Bradley started pursuing Amyie. Amyie was experienced in sex. She had been with the guy from the college bar and then she had plenty of experience with Tara. But most of what the little devil learned was from her exploits in Internet chat rooms. She had a computer in her room and every night she would flitter off to bed early; appeasing her parents, and start chatting in online chat rooms. She would often have some sort of hot chat with any number of random guys, trading pictures with them or getting their phone numbers and having phone sex. She liked the older guys and even let one guy send her flowers. Actually all her sexual experience ended up being theoretical but she had an idea that when she did get her crush in bed tonight, he was going to have the best time of his life. She knew what guys liked and she wanted to show it off for real. The college guy was just a warm up for the real prize. *** The Mindbender *** Six Flags was packed, and as they entered Mr. Honeywell noticed that what his daughter was wearing is not that uncommon. All over the park he saw young girls with skimpy outfits on, those sexy cheerleader shorts, tank tops; some didn't even bother with the tank top and just had bikini tops. There were also other dressed in all kinds of sexy outfits; Mr. Honeywell though was attracted to all of them. The first ride the threesome headed off to was the Mindbender. It was a ride that had more loops and inversions than any other ride in the nation. The line of course was long but Mr. Honeywell didn't mind, he was watching all the eye candy. He looked in front of him and saw Bradley and Amyie talking again. They were facing each other, Bradley was turned opposite of the line towards Amyie who had her back to her father. Amyie had both hands on the railings and was leaning slightly forward. She swung slightly from side to side laughing and flirting with Bradley. Mr. Honeywell looked at his daughter and was amazed with how sexy the position she was standing in made her. Her back was arched and her butt was sticking out just so. The shirt she was wearing was riding up and he could see her underwear peeking from beneath her shorts. Her ass was perfect. It was rounded and had just enough meat on it to make her look like one of the Internet models he looked at when his wife refused his advances. As he had this morning his mind flashed an image of his daughter, this time she was bent over a bed, her ass sticking high in the air and Bradley was entering her from behind. Her long lean legs were spread slightly as he pumped her from his standing position. Her head was down and hair was in her face. Her back was arched like it is now and she would ram herself into Bradley slowly and deliberately, obviously she was enjoying it. She flipped her hair and revealed her face, sweaty, with a look of concentration; her hair was matted to her wonderfully innocent face as she looked over her shoulder at the strapping young Bradley. Suddenly Mr. Honeywell was jarred from his reverie with a sharp pain in his crotch. He cleared his head and looked down at his daughter who was apologizing for running into him. Apparently she had been laughing and she backed into him. The contact with his crotch was not just a bump and go though; he could have sworn it was more like a bump and wiggle. His daughter apologized quickly and went back to laughing with Bradley. When Amyie had bumped her father she felt his bulge. She knew she was being sexy if even her father was getting turned on. But isn't that what this whole day was about? She had had a crush on her father for a few months now and now she had orchestrated this whole trip with her "date" Bradley so she could seduce her dad. She hoped that by the end of the night her dad would know her intentions and would be willing to start a new relationship with her. She wanted him in the worst way and today was day she would tell him. The ass bump was only the beginning. She wanted to feel his thick cock buried deep inside her, she wanted his hands on her, she wanted to suck him off, and she wanted to do everything in her power to please her daddy. She thought maybe she could do it again; maybe she could rub her ass against his crotch again. She knew that his eyes were on her and that all she had to do was wiggle to get him excited. She could see him spying at all the other girls dressed like she was and that made her excited. She knew if she could just lean back a little further and make contact... and there it was the bulge again. It was huge. Her dad pulled away immediately and she was disappointed but encouraged. Soon there wouldn't be any clothing in-between their bodies. *** The Free Fall *** After Mr. Honeywell had pulled away from his daughter's ass a few more time he began to feel uncomfortable. He moved in front of the flirting couple in the next line for the Free Fall. It was one of those rides that raised you way up in the air and then dropped you letting gravity do the work. Mr. Honeywell was happy to let Bradley do his work as well. He had now taken to hanging all over his daughter, he didn't mind much that the two were getting closer, and honestly he was kind of relieved because he thought he would be able to concentrate on something else other than his daughter. She had other plans however and soon he was watching her rub her hands all over the belly of her date. Her hand was up under his shirt and she was just stroking what Mr. Honeywell could only assume were rock hard abs. Amyie would glance over at her dad but he would pretend not to notice. He didn't want to embarrass her in front of her boyfriend by asking them to stop. He scanned the line for some other young girl to take his mind off his daughter. He searched and before he settled on the older looking girl two rows over his daughter wrapped her arms around him and looked up into his eyes. "Daddy?" She said. The suddenness of her body against his made him lose his breath and Mr. Honeywell mustered a weak answer. "Daddy can we go eat lunch next?" She asked, her eyes fluttering in an obvious attempt to get what she wanted, he was a sucker, and fell for it every time. Her body pressed against him so lewdly he was uncomfortable. He could feel every inch of her, her thigh was between his legs and her small breasts pressed into his chest, the rest of her was a blur, of course, she was a perfect fit. She rubbed her hands on his back until he finally said yes. For the rest of the wait in line Amyie tried to engage her father in conversation. At one point she even sat up on the railing behind her dad with her legs wrapped around him and her arms clinging to his shoulders. She peaked over one shoulder while she talked with Bradley about things. "What do you think about Becky Lohman?" She would ask. Bradley would answer with a non committal, "She's awright." Amyie would laugh and say she was the sexiest girl at school. She would coo and awe over this girl or that girl over her dad's shoulder, knowing that he would get more and more turned on. Her voice at times would be throaty, or sweet and sexy, she looked for any excuse to use sexy words and phrases like. "She's got the sexiest stomach," or "I would give anything to take a shower with her." The whole time Mr. Honeywell just let her talk and touch his chest and shoulders. He was enjoying the contact, perhaps a little too much. He was beginning to get really turned on by the things his daughter was saying. He knew she was flirty but he didn't know other girls turned her on. He let his mind wander, thinking about how Amyie's best friend Tara would look between her legs. Her dark brown hair thrashing wildly as she tongue-fucked Amyie's pussy. He imagined Amyie's head tossed back enjoying her friend's tongue. Mr. Honeywell understood he was reaching the point of no return thinking about his daughter like this. He knew if he kept this up he would probably think about it for the rest of his life. He would have these flashes all the time, at the dinner table, at family functions, in bed with his wife, he had to get her from his mind, but at this point it just felt too good. It felt like he had a new toy, it opened a whole new world of fantasy that seemed to draw him in further. Amyie began to wonder what her father's response was to her new tease. She hopped from the railing and stood in front of her dad. She leaned back onto his body and felt all his muscles. She rested the back of her head on his collarbone and crossed her hands in front of her chest. She was talking with Bradley now but only off and on. He was getting bored and was looking off. Mr. Honeywell was beginning to give in to his daughter's touchy feely-ness and enjoying it quite a lot. He just leaned back against the rails and let his daughter lean on him. Amyie put her hands on her sides and then slowly put them on her dad's thighs. She began to slowly rub them up and down hearing him smile at her and the nice things she was doing. She still talked with Bradley and absentmindedly played with various body parts of her father. Finally she got what she wanted; she started to feel a bulge in the small of her back. She maneuvered herself so that she would come into more contact with it as she rubbed her father's sides and thighs. Then she got an idea... she reached her hand behind her back, in the space between her father's stomach and her back. She leaned forward and pretended to scratch her back. Her movement applied more pressure to her father's crotch. Convinced she could finally feel his erection Mr. Honeywell lightly pushed his daughter away and began to walk up the line. The feelings he was beginning to fell were scaring him and he had to get away. He thought maybe she couldn't feel his growing arousal while she was leaning against him and didn't mind the contact, but when she leaned forward to scratch her back her ass cheeks slid right over his cock, that was enough. The voices in his head were too real! He had to make her move. He couldn't let his daughter feel his erect penis. This was going too far. He would have to be more careful. *** Lickity-Split Lunch Stand *** After the ride the threesome made their way to the restrooms. Amyie didn't have to go and she watched as Her dad and Bradley walked into the men's room. She sat down on a bench and was extremely proud of herself so far. She whipped out her purse and called Tara. "Hello?" "Tara it's me Amyie!" "Hey girl how's your day going?" "Awesome! I can't believe how excited I am. I was nervous ya know, at first but then once things started happening I really got into it." "Does your dad know what is going on yet?" Tara asked. "No I don't think so, but I have been rubbing him in some key places, and making sure he notices my body" Amyie said "What are you wearing?" asked Tara. "I'm wearing those pink shorts; you know the ones that say tasty on the back, and a white tank top. Its kind short and really tight." "Mmmmm, sexy girl, I'll bet you can see that luscious tummy of yours when you walk around, I would love to kneel down in front of you and kiss that tummy of yours. Letting my tongue travel along that place where your hips and tummy meet... Uummm I'm touching myself right now you know!" cooed Tara. "GAWD TARA! You can't do that to me, I mean teasing my dad like this is totally turning me on; you are pushing me over the edge..." Amyie hung the phone up soon after, feeling horny. Mr. Honeywell left the bathroom first and spied his daughter sitting on a bench across the way, she was back with both arms up on the top of the bench arching her back slightly, pushing her breasts upward. He could see her stomach, firm and tan, peeking from beneath the tank she was wearing. He legs were spread. She was sitting like a boy. He saw that she saw him and she put her hands on her thighs, allowing one to drag up the inside of her thigh and brushing across her crotch. Mr. Honeywell thought he was dreaming as his daughter seemed to be touching herself while looking at him. Her hand traveled up her body momentarily catching her fingers on her t-shirt lifting it up a bit. It end up in her hair and she tousled her blonde mane then got up off the bench. Mr. Honeywell was floored. Had his daughter really just done that? He looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Apparently no one had. Then he looked behind him and saw Bradley. Oh, ok he thought. That was a show for Bradley. Mr. Honeywell was relieved slightly but getting hornier by the second. Amyie ordered a hamburger and fries and sat down with the boys. She ate distractedly, staring off into space. Bradley seemed to enjoy his meal, and Mr. Honeywell was trying to think of anything but his daughter. Amyie was sitting close to Bradley and kept putting her hand on his thigh. She made sure her dad at least suspected that was what she was doing. She was down to the last little bit of burger when some ketchup squirted out and down her hand and wrist. She seized the opportunity by saying "oops!" and proceeding to run her outstretched tongue across the small of her wrist and the back of her hand. It tasted salty and sweet, and she topped it all off by sliding on long sensuous finger into her mouth, sucking on it and popping it out loudly. Bradley was staring open mouthed, mostly because during the whole episode Amyie had slid her hand further up his thigh, and Mr. Honeywell felt a twitch in his gut, his lust for his daughter increasing manifold. Neither of the males noticed the other. Amyie had held both of their attention almost as if she had both by the balls. *** Crystal Pistol Music Hall *** Now Amyie had to really get her father's attention. With her last tease she was sure he would be thinking about her, and for that matter so was Bradley, which would come in handy later, so she needed to up the ante a little. She needed to make sure he knew that all she was doing today was for him. Amyie suggested they go to the Red Hot Country Show at the Crystal Pistol Music Hall. It would be dark in the theater and she could do some bold things. The three sat down in the theater, Bradley was on one side of Amyie and Mr. Honeywell was on the other. When the lights went down Amyie began her show. She let her knee brush against her father's. And then she cuddle up to him, saying "I'm cold." He would put his arm around her. Bradley didn't seem to care, he was watching the show, then he began to doze off. Amyie checked him out and realized this wasn't in her plan but thought that it would only help her. The threesome sat near the back and only a few guests were near them. Amyie began to rub her dad's stomach. He smiled and cuddled back with her. She ran her hands under his shirt and he seemed to stiffen a little. She continued to rub his belly under his shirt. "Amyie," he said, "What are you doing?" She just looked at him and smiled. In the soft light of the theater Mr. Honeywell realized how beautiful his daughter was. For the first time today he felt like she was more than just a sexy little girl, she was someone he could love if she wasn't his daughter. He was thinking, maybe if he was her age and in her school he would be infatuated with this beautiful girl, her pink lips and perfectly proportioned face, her green eyes that dazzled brilliantly in the laser lights of the show, her slender neck and petite figure cuddled into his own made him feel like protecting her, making her happy. He was rudely interrupted by hand that was now traveling below the belt line of his shorts. "Huh? Amyie?" Mr. Honeywell shot a look over at Bradley; he was knocked out, practically snoring in the seat. Then he glanced down and saw a look of utter lust crawl across the face of his daughter. She smiled up at him and said, "Daddy, its ok, I just wanna... it's ok." Then her hand was on his penis. She was touching him through his underwear. "Amyie!" He whispered harshly. "Amyie what in the hell!" She squeezed. He groaned. He was instantly hard. "Daddy I just want to feel it. Can I?" "No Amyie, no you... can't... oh god it feels... Amyie..." "Daddy, I just want you to feel good. Haven't you noticed that today I have been trying to get your attention? Haven't you noticed that I have been trying to turn you on? Don't you think I'm sexy daddy?" when she asked if she was sexy she added a little squeeze on his cock. "Amyie... it's not like that, I do... think you are sexy... you have to be, you have this guy next to you..." Mr. Honeywell looked around to see if anyone else could see his daughter's hand in his pants. "I just... well, you are just... oh fuck, Amyie you are my daughter... its not right..." "Daddy it is so right," she had made her way under his underwear and began to stroke his cock up and down underneath his loose shorts. "It is so right, you are not getting any from mom and I just love you so much I want to be with you and make you happy. I hate mom for what she has done, I just want to make you happy. Wouldn't being with me make you happy? He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. "Amyie you have to stop..." He felt so close to cumming in his shorts. Here his sexy young daughter had his cock in her hands and she was stroking it, he hadn't felt sensations like this in such a long time. He also heard voices screaming at him to get up from his seat and leave, to get out of the situation, but it felt so good. Amyie's hand barely fit around his thick shaft, she was having trouble keeping consistent strokes on his cock because of the shorts getting in the way. She wished she could unbutton her father's pants and pull his thick cock out and stroke it properly. She imagined herself going down on him, having her lips wrapped around his gorgeous member, dripping her saliva all over it, licking it up and down and finally taking all of it into her mouth, She thought about kissing it and how it would taste and how his cum would taste, thick and gooey, sliding down her throat. She imagined climbing on top of his lap and sliding the thick cock into her tight sopping wet pussy and slowly sliding down till it filled her completely. She imagined riding her daddy while he kissed and held her. She wanted so badly to do all of it, to fuck her dad. She wanted to cum with his face near hers, with his cock inside her. She wanted it more than anything in the world. Mr. Honeywell finally forced Amyie's hand out of his pants; he really wanted to go further but just couldn't justify it. Amyie said "Daddy this whole day is for you ok? I just want to make you happy. I am going to help you feel the way I do if it's the last thing I do!" and with that she sat back in her seat crossed her legs and arms. She felt something wet on her fingers and acted surprised saying, "Oh look daddy, pre-cum..." She then licked it from her fingers while looking up through her bangs at her stupefied father. *** The Georgia Scorcher *** Mr. Honeywell was in a state of confusion. His daughter was hitting on him, her date was oblivious and he couldn't hide the fact that he was really turned on by the whole situation. While in line for the Georgia Scorcher his daughter was flaunting her tight body. She would pose this way and that, while she was talking to her date, tempting him beyond temptation. He knew with every fiber of his being that lusting after his daughter was wrong. His thoughts were racing and still his daughter would touch him and rub against him. He could nothing but stand still and take it. She was making him so turned on that he could hardly breathe straight. Bradley didn't care; apparently he was excited to be in line for this new stand up roller coaster. He kept talking excitedly with Amyie and then looking around trying to catch a glimpse of the coaster. Amyie tried to get a meaningful glance from her father the whole time they spent in line. She knew she had taken her game of teasing to a new level. By number one almost making her dad cum in his shorts, and number two licking his pre-cum off of her hand. She no filled their waiting in line with various poses and glances designed to turn on her father. At one point she even licked her lips while he watched, her pink tongue sliding out of her even pinker lips wetting them and moving slowly from side to side. Her mouth was open slightly and she knew the effect was sexy. She even bit her lip and made her eyes large and innocent while she ran her hand underneath her white tank top. Eventually she complained of being too hot and took the tank top altogether revealing her silky smooth, tan skin and pert young developing breasts. They were in- between sizes right now, somewhere between an A and B cup. Mr. Honeywell was at his breaking point when they finally got to the front of the line. The ride actually has a bar that holds you in place but also some sort of seat that is supposed to go in-between the rider's legs. It made it uncomfortable for Mr. Honeywell. He looked over at his bikini clad daughter and she had a look of concentration on her face as she slid over the "seat". Her crotch was perfectly lined up with the "seat" and Mr. Honeywell saw that she was slowly moving back and forth on it. Her hips were so sexy moving back and forth he could hardly stand it. She looked like she was a stripper the way she moved. Her movement seemed only apparent to Mr. Honeywell, everyone else was getting prepared for the ride. His eyes traveled from her hips to her chest then face and she mouthed silently to her father, "I want to fuck you..." Mr. Honeywell closed his eyes and made himself ready for the roller coaster. *** Fireworks *** The rest of the day went by slowly for the two men. Amyie however was always thinking of some new way to tease her dad. Finally she figured out how she could use Bradley to push her father over the edge. Dusk was settling in and they needed to get to the other side of the park to see the fireworks show. Amyie suggested they take the sky buckets that traversed the park. "Amyie honey that is a kiddie ride we won't all fit on it." Said her father. "Don't worry dad," she said. "I will sit on Bradley's lap." Amyie had it all figured out. She would flirt with the ride attendant a he would allow the three of them on the ride. 30 feet in the air Bradley Clark was uncomfortable. He knew that his date was a slut but he didn't know that she was this slutty. She was on his lap, he had a raging hard-on, and her father was sitting directly across from them. She would slide this way and that making it hard for him to not just grab her and fuck her silly. What he didn't see was the look in her eyes as she stared over at her father while she was rubbing her cunt against this young man's cock. Amyie was positioned on Bradley's lap, her legs were spread wide, and his legs were in-between hers. She had her hands on his knees. Mr. Honeywell looked at his daughter and all he could see was bare flesh. Her legs were so wide he couldn't see her shorts, and her arms covered most of her bikini top. Her hips moved slowly on the young man's lap and she stared from under her bangs at her father. She feigned breathlessness and opened her mouth, she closed her eyes and tossed her head around. To Bradley it seemed she was looking around the park trying to distract her dad while she rubbed herself on him. To Mr. Honeywell it looked like his daughter was riding this guy, fucking him reverse cow-girl position. Her father was trying not to look but in the end he slumped defeated against the side of the sky bucket watching his lovely, slutty, daughter. Bradley let out a yelp that broke the sexual tension surprising both Amyie and Mr. Honeywell. He closed his eyes and saw stars exploding everywhere. Amyie felt a wetness on her ass. She had made Bradley cum. *** Complications *** The park had closed and the threesome had left. They were now driving down the interstate back to the Clark residence. It was dark and a little chilly. Amyie was under a blanket in the back with Bradley. Mr. Honeywell was driving but his mind wasn't on the road. He could see the blanket in the back seat moving up and down. His daughter was jacking off Bradley and she wanted to make sure her father saw. He watched in the rear view mirror as his daughter whispered in the boy's ear. He couldn't tell what she was saying but he could tell that Bradley was in heaven. The blanket moved fast then slow, and finally Bradley let out a groan of pleasure. Amyie was still stroking as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Amyie leaned forward between the seats, "Daddy, have you thought about us today?" "Yes sweetie you and Bradley make a cute couple" "No I mean you and me! Have you thought more about it?" "Uh... well" "Daddy I can tell by looking at you all day today that you want me. Why can't we just both give in to what we want and see what happens?" "Amyie, I just can't. I don't want to mess you up mentally, there are all sorts of girls who were raped by their daddies and their lives are completely ruined." "Its not rape daddy. I want you, you want me, its consensual." "Amyie I just can't... what if your mother finds out, she may never speak to me, she wouldn't let me see you again, I would get arrested!" "I won't tell daddy, she won't find out" "Sweetie I just... damn it... I Just can't" Amyie leaned back in the seat still determined to bed her father and noticed something wet on her hand. Bradley was long gone and she softly called to her daddy. He looked in the rear-view mirror. He saw his daughter's tongue licking her hand. He saw a white glob on it. She was licking up Bradley's cum. Mr. Honeywell drove faster. *** Mrs. Honeywell had not gotten home yet. Amyie had cornered her dad in the kitchen and was grilling him about their situation. She sat on the counter, leaning forward hands between her legs, dangerously close to her crotch. She even grinded her pussy against the backs of her hands as she tried to convince her dad to take her to bed and sleep with her. "Amyie, its not right. You would be mentally scarred for life." She climbed down from the counter and tried to climb into her dad's lap. He pushed her away. "Dad!" Amyie was getting frustrated and angry and she didn't know why, "Why will you not let me do this for you!" "Because," he was patient, "you aren't doing this for me. You are doing this for you, to get your own rocks off." "I can't believe you would say something like that!" And then Amyie realized something deeper. Her day was planned to get her rocks off but now that she had been through the whole thing she felt ashamed at what she had done, she still wanted to be with him but in a different way "Daddy I love you, I want to be with you, I want it all! I want the sex, the love, everything!" "Amyie you don't want that. You just want sex. Go to bed honey and forget that this day ever happened." She just stared at him, tears were welling up in her eyes. She could not believe that this was happening. Her plans to seduce her father were perfect. And her new emotions took over her now. She did love him, she did want to please him, she wanted him to be happy forever and ever. Why didn't he understand. "Daddy..." she choked back a sob and ran from the room slamming her bedroom door. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. Mr. Honeywell sat at the kitchen table depressed, defeated, and dejected. He had just crushed the feelings of his only daughter. His wife walked in minutes later and she asked him how his day was. He told her all about the fun time the three of them had, and how cute the new boyfriend was and how much of a gentleman he was. They ate dinner in silence and went to bed. Mrs. Honeywell didn't ask about where Amyie was, she just assumed she was in her room reviewing the day with her best friend Tara. In the dark master bedroom of the Honeywell home Mr. Honeywell reached over to hold his wife. She grunted slightly but eventually let him hold her. He tried whispering nice things in her ear, and tempting her into a kiss or two but she was "Not in the mood". Eventually Mr. Honeywell grew tired and frustrated and rolled over. Mrs. Honeywell fell asleep snoring. Mr. Honeywell tired and frustrated stared at the ceiling. *** Confusion/Resolution *** It was midnight. Mr. Honeywell had given up on trying to sleep and was watching TV. He was weak and tired from the events of the day. How could all this have happened to him? How could his daughter possibly think it was ok to try and seduce him? Was he the crazy one? Should he have accepted his daughter's offer? With his wife treating him like shit didn't it make sense to go upstairs right now and sleep with his daughter? No, no it didn't make sense. Unless... unless she really did love him the way she talked like she did. But no he couldn't go upstairs and see her, be with her, could he? Maybe he could just go up and apologize. Yes that is what he would do. And with that his whole life changed. Mr. Honeywell climbed the stairs to Amyie's bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer. He tested the door, it wasn't locked, he turned the knob and quietly entered the room. Amyie was lying face up on the bed. Her face looked as if she had been crying for hours even though she was sound asleep. Her upper body was still clad in the black bikini top and her lower half was covered in a blanket. One leg was sticking out and resting awkwardly on the bed. Mr. Honeywell sat on the bed of his young daughter and began to stroke her leg. He was looking at her sweetly as she slept. Her eyes fluttered open and when she saw her dad sitting there she smiled. She reached down and grabbed his hand. She pulled it towards her upper thigh and under the covers. His hand met no clothing until he came across the white cotton panties she was wearing. He knew he shouldn't. He wanted to apologize, but the feeling of her young pussy was too much and he was speechless. He stroked it gently. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Daddy I really do love you, more than anything, today I wanted to have sex with you more than anything but I ended up." "Shhhh, sweetie," Mr. Honeywell quieted his daughter as he leaned down to kiss her naked thigh. He licked and kissed and nibbled it softly. Amyie had the biggest grin on her face, finally she was going to make her daddy happy. She was going to be close to him, she was going to fuck him! Mr. Honeywell kissed his way under the covers and threw them aside. He met with her panties and kissed her pussy through the cotton material. She yelped at the touch and he immediately hushed her again, "Your mom can hear us if you get loud... try and stay quiet," he said. He let his hands stroke her inner thighs and kissed her cunt through her panties. She writhed on the bed in pleasure biting the pillow to keep from making any noise. Her small lean body couldn't stay still. He slid his finger under the crotch of her panties and felt for the first time how wet she was. "Lets get these off you" he said. She stood up and while her dad sat on the edge of the bed she slowly lowered her panties to the floor. Her legs were perfect. Her ass was perfect; it was all so young and tight. Mr. Honeywell reached out and placed his hand in-between her legs and she responded by grinding her wet pussy into his fingers. She felt a tingle run through her body and got chills. He got onto his knees and she lifted a thin leg above his shoulder and he began to French kiss his daughter's pussy. He was eating it and she was balancing herself while trying to grind into his face. Her whimpers of pleasure came in breathless sweet tones. He was so hard. He wanted her so badly. "Daddy stop," she said breathlessly, her body was close to the edge, "not yet, I don't want to cum yet!" and she pulled away. He stood up this time and she helped him out of his boxer briefs. She saw her dad's cock for the first time it was long and thick. She was on her knees this time and had licked the underside of his penis. Her tongue traced the length of it and he looked down at her as she did. Her innocent looking face looked so sexy with a big cock hanging in front of it. She kissed it and stroked it covering it with her wet saliva and eventually took all of it into her mouth. She slurped at his cock for a few more seconds before he was about to explode. Weakly he lay back on the bed and offered his lap to her. She climbed up onto his lap and felt his wet cock on her thigh. She felt safe here and sexy at the same time. Her body wanted to touch her father's body all over. She kissed him deeply letting her tongue snake into his mouth with youthful exuberance. Her body was in constant motion; she was trying to touch him everywhere. He kissed back and fondled her breasts through her bikini top. He reached round and untied it exposing her tiny breasts. He reached down and took one nipple into his mouth. She leaned back and enjoyed her father's mouth on her tit. He licked it and took it into his mouth flicking it with his tongue. She reached between her legs and squeezed his cock. Suddenly all the loving feelings mixed with purely lustful ones and she leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Daddy, I want you inside me now!" She lifted herself up and positioned his cock below her pussy and watched it slide down the length with no problem. She was so wet it didn't hurt one bit. She engulfed his erect member without the slightest hesitation. The two looked at each other and then in a moment of pure lust began to fuck. She rode his cock, colliding with his thighs on every down stroke, jolting her breasts and hair. She was so light on his lap he thought she might break. He could feel the smallness of her when he wrapped his hands around her waist and hips. She had a look of lust on her face as she stared into her daddy's eyes. He was half smiling half moaning at the pure pleasure he was feeling. He loved his daughter and was enjoying every moment of this. Each downward stroke brought a muffled yelp from Amyie's young lips. She began to sweat. Her hair began to curl around her face and she was beginning to become lost in the sensations of her father's cock deep inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned back arching her back and riding her father's cock. Her perfect body so tight and firm was made even more so by her leaning back. He held onto her and met her thrusts with his. Mr. Honeywell flashed back to the image he had in the park, when his daughter was bent over the bed getting fucked from behind by Bradley. Overwhelmed by the feelings elicited by the vision he suddenly lifted her up and leaned her against the bed. Her ass was high in the air making a perfect heart shape. She breathed heavily and looked over her shoulder at her father. He stood behind her and marveled at her glistening young body and guided his cock toward her pussy. He fucked her pussy and she held on. She leaned her head down as he entered her with grunt after grunt. She buried her face in her pillow. She could feel every inch of him. He was filling her up stretching her with his thick member. She looked at him over her shoulder and whispered "Fuck me daddy, fuck me, fill me up with your cum!" Mr. Honeywell knew he wouldn't last long and he thought she might not either so he flipped her over again and climbed on top of her. He wanted to be close to her and looking in her eyes when they came. She felt his weight on her body. She had wanted this for so long and now she had her manly father naked and sweating above her. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate his girth. He slowly guided himself into her and began thrusting. She could feel his whole body moving on top of her and every time her dad pushed all the way in his pelvis collided with her clit. She felt jolts of love and lust coursing through her pussy. She knew she would cum soon but wanted to make him cum at the same time. She started talking dirty. "Fuck your little daughter daddy, Fuck her good. Make her cunt cum all over your cock daddy. Make me cum on your fucking cock! Daddy your little girl is so close to cumming I want my pussy to be filled with your cum. I want your cock to fill my pussy with your cum, I need it now I fucking want you to cum in me now! Fuck daddy fucking fuck me, fuck the hell out of my cunt you son- of-a bitch!" Mr. Honeywell lost it. He came in his daughter's sopping wet cunt. Amyie came too. Her body quivered and shook and she bit her dad's arm trying to keep quiet. The couple was breathing heavy and were wet with sweat. Mr. Honeywell slid off his daughter and she curled up next to him. "Daddy I love you." "I love you too Amyie." The two laid in bed cuddled next to each other in a state of confusion, love, and lust. The moment they shared was both wonderful and scary. Lust had overtaken them both, yet they also felt a deeper love intermingled in their sweaty bodies. Mr. Honeywell thought that this was what it was like to be in love. His life would not be the same. He would hide this episode from everyone. He couldn't share it with anybody except Amyie. She was all he needed. He wouldn't be able to get enough of her, all of her. Amyie couldn't believe the day. She did such dirty and nasty things to get her father's attention. Would he ever forgive her for that? Would he still love her? Or would all they have be solely sex. She wanted more, and hoped her father did also. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 40