LOGINSince the semester began three weeks ago, I haven't seen my dad. My parents' house was a 90-minute car drive away -- close enough to consider a spur-of-the-moment trip every now and then, but too far to do it too often. Classwork was keeping me really busy, too.Also keeping me busy was the fact that I had not one, but two, casual girlfriends. One was Hedda, the blonde older woman I'd met at my friend's baby shower. She had invited me to her apartment for drinks and to "discuss an internship at her company," but after about an hour and couple of gin and tonics, she had put her hand on my upper thigh with one hand and stroked my hair with the other.The other was Casey, a perky little brunette freshman I met while volunteering at a food pantry.My sex life had gotten so much better since Daddy helped me get into perfect shape. I got attention every where I went, especially from men, of course. Little did they know that the only man in my life was my Daddy. Even though I had, I thought,
Blood surged through my body in waves as I took off all my clothes. I couldn't help smiling as I took the soft, cozy quilt that sits folded on a wicker chair in my bedroom and curled it around my body, making me an easy package to unwrap.I peeked down the hall, toward their room, just at the moment I heard Mom click the lamp off. I tiptoed across the carpet and down the stairs, and entered the living room.Smiling as I approached him, he had an expression on his face that tried to say "Not now--really we can't" but also unmistakably said "I want you" at the same time."I heard Mom go to sleep," I said, smiling."Sweetie...we can't."I walked slowly in front of him -- he was sitting in a love seat, facing the television -- and planted my firm bottom on his lap. I had to hold the quilt against my body to keep it covered."At the baby shower today, I was hit on by two girls. Well, one was a woman, in her thirties, I think. Once again, I have your fitness coaching to thank, Daddy." I was
The text message from my dad read, simply, "Mom home early." I knew what it meant. Even with the butterflies in my stomach, I'd have to pull myself together and act normal and natural once I got home.This was a disappointment - it meant of course that the games my dad and I had begun to play would need to be suspended for a while. On the other hand, after a deep breath and a visit to the restroom where a splash of cold water on my flushed face jolted me into my new situation, I could enjoy the baby shower. I rejoined the women in the living room both relaxed and attentive to the demands of mingling."I wanted to say, Kellie," Trisha whispered to me as I slid onto the couch next to her, "you look amazing. You have seriously got yourself in shape, girl. Who's your personal trainer?""Actually - it's my dad. He's a coach at E--- University and knows everything about getting fit." Trisha is a very attractive woman, around 30, and the older sister of a friend of mine."You were totally be
At first I fluttered my tongue all over the tip. I held it firmly, controlling it as this licking made his hips buck. At the moment I pulled the tip in my mouth and bathed it with my wet mouth, shockwaves suddenly spread through my body from the center of my being and I started to cum. It came on suddenly and my thighs clamped on his head and I grunted "Cummmmingngnnt soo good!" or something like that. I know I shrieked.I slipped the crown of his dick back in my mouth and move my hands to each of his ass cheeks. He lifted his mouth from my pussy and I think he was probably watching himself, from a push-up position, looking down the length of my body to my upturned face. His dick in my mouth, the tip of it.My hands on his ass encouraged him to start fucking my mouth, and he did. Gently at first. I figured this would excite him frantically, and I was positioned to try to take it -- and he did in fact start to slide more and more of his dick into my mouth and to the entrance of my thro
I lay in my dad's arms, still woozy from what just happened -- physically and emotionally. My free right hand reached for his arm, and caressed the knots of muscle that roping from the shoulder to the elbow. It struck me then, that there was something about an older man in peak physical shape that I found desperately attractive. Of course, he owed this fact to his job as a conditioning coach -- but there it was all the same, this frame of capable limbs, narrow waist, and a big, brutish chest.He seemed sound asleep - on his back, his cock curled on its side against his thigh. My father's cock. I couldn't stop staring at it. Mostly limp, it had the promise of springing to hard life with just a touch, or a lick. That excited me - both the thought of watching it grow straight and hard and the idea that I would be the cause, that I'd have that power.I admired the balls, too. The outline of each testicle was visible and yet they were contained within this sack of delicate skin covered by
I stared at the picture, which showed her from the side, on her hands and knees, showing off her figure, the smooth S-curve of the gentle outline of her shoulders dipping into the small of her back and her slim waist before rising back up to form an ass that I wanted to reach into the picture to caress.I may have been drooling; I was definitely getting wet. And I wasn't sure if it was over wanting to touch this sexy girl's body, or from imagining my dad, in his youth, having his way with her, or both."Dad, you touched this amazing girl for, like, every day for two years? And now, you and Mom hardly ever -- and never even mind that Mom's figure is so not --""Sweetie, your mother is very --""She's fine, I know, but daddy, I know firsthand what it's like, what with for two years being totally out of shape until you turned it around. And my body may not look like Lilya's but -- ""Your body is every bit as sexy as -- I mean, as good as hers, in as good a shape and figure as...you know







