"Yummy!" I called out, lifting my head back up to Paul.
I grabbed a hold of one of his hands and brought it up to my face. I took his index finger and sucked on it, coating it with my spit, then brought that finger behind me, between my cheeks.
"Go on, Daddy, finger me with it," I pleaded as I crammed his finger into my crease, then inside my ass.
"Does my asshole feel nice?" I asked him, as if this were an innocent question.
"It certainly does, Sugar," replied Paul.
"I bet it would feel even nicer on your cock, huh Daddy? All warm and tight on your big dick."
"Yes, yes it would," he growled, his finger working me even more furiously now as his hard cock pressed uncomfortably into my leg.
"How about it, then? How about you fuck me in the ass?"
I shimmied away from Paul and leaned over to open my bedside drawer. I grabbed the big tube of lubricant I keep handy for whenever I'm in the mood to take it up the ass, then got on all fours so he could watch as I smeared myself real good.
"Are you sure this is what you want sweetheart?" asked Paul as he began to stroke himself with his hand.
"I mean, it's going pretty far."
"Don't be silly," I assured him.
"I told you before how much I love taking it up the ass."
I continued to spread the goo inside and around my ass.
"Now's my chance to prove it," I said as I flashed him a wicked grin. I tossed him the tube of lube so he could grease me up, too.
"Make sure I didn't miss a spot," I said as I wriggled my ass at him suggestively.
"I want to be able to enjoy every inch of that awesome cock of yours."
I looked over my shoulder as Paul smeared it in me, prepping me to take his big cock!
"Okay, that's probably good," I said as I flipped over to lie on my back. I grabbed some pillows and wedged them under me, granting him easier access to my hot spot.
Paul looked down at me with both love and lust, exposed and vulnerable before him.
"I'm ready for you, Daddy," I said, unable to wait another moment to have him probe me with his big, thick cock.
He brought the tip of his dick up against my slick hole. I gasped as I felt the pressure of his knob begin to enter my anal ridge. But I was ready for that pressure, hungry for it. I reached down and guided his shaft, twisting it inside my hole, pushing against him to force his staff past my opening.
"Oh fuck, Daddy!" I hissed once his penis was deep inside me.
"Give it to me, Dad! Do it! Fuck my ass!" I yelled, urging him to thrust me with all his might.
I slid my palms down to his ass cheeks, gripping them, feeling them move against my hands as he pumped forward. In that moment, it felt so nasty and good to be violated like that.
"Let me know if it's too much, baby, if it starts to hurt," said Paul with thoughtfulness, with concern.
An understandable request considering how big and thick his cock was.
"Fuck no, Daddy! Don't you go easy on me! I want you to give it to me HARD," I told him, my hole accommodating him even wider with arousal.
With his nuts slapping against my ass, he screamed out, "Oh god, Abby! I think I'm about to shoot!"
"Yeeesss, Daddy, cum in my ass!" I barked, squeezing my hole tight until I felt him unleash inside of me. I could feel Paul's cock throbbing in my ass as he filled it up deep with his hot, streaming seed.
"Love you, Daddy," I told him as I caressed his sweaty forehead.
"And your big, girthy cock."
"Love you too, Princess," he answered.
"And your tight, fine ass."
"What about my pussy, Daddy?"
"That too, Pumpkin."
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Chrissy stared out the car's window, her demeanor improving as each signpost brought her closer and closer to her childhood home.
"Thanks for picking me up, Daddy," she chirped, turning to smile at her stepfather, Jon.
"No problem, honey. It's my pleasure," he replied.
Chrissy resumed peering out the window, taking in the familiar scenery.
"Can I ask why you settled on moving back here?" asked Jon.
"I thought you loved the city."
"I did, Daddy -- New York is great -- but the job market kinda blew, plus the guys I dated were usually creeps. The girls were no fun either, a bunch of snobs."
"That's too bad, sweetie," replied Chrissy's daddy.
"It's okay, Daddy. You know the main reason I moved back was to be closer to you," said Chrissy as she eyed her handsome daddy up and down, devouring the eye candy.
"Oh?" responded Jon, giving his stepdaughter a quick glance. She had that special look in her eye, almost as if...
"Speaking of guys and girls, have you been seeing anybody since Mom died?" asked Chrissy.
Jon's hold on the steering wheel tightened a bit.
"Not really, hon. Your mom was one of a kind, not easy to replace."
Chrissy sniffled and said sadly, "I miss her too, Daddy, especially our late-night chats. I could talk to her about pretty much anything."
Jon shot his daughter a sympathetic smile.
"Well, baby, now that you're home again, feel free to have some of those chats with me."
"Thanks, Daddy, but I don't think it would work," responded Chrissy.
"I mean, I can't talk with you about boys and stuff like that."
"Why not, Chrissy? Your old dad knows a thing or two about how to please a man, being one and all."
Chrissy giggled.
"Okay, Daddy, but... um..."
"But what, Chrissy?"
"I KNOW how to please a man," Chrissy giggled again.
Jon grew slightly aroused hearing his daughter say this.
"In fact, Mom used to give me some of the best tips about sex," said Chrissy boldly, her face masked with a devilish grin.
"Uh... um... Alright, honey, I suppose we could talk about that type of subject matter," replied Jon, his face beet red as he considered the prospect of discussing sex with his sexy daughter.
Chrissy giggled yet again.
"Sounds good, Daddy, we can talk about sex, but I don't believe you'll be able to help me out quite like Mom could. Unless you can give me some tips on sucking a guy's cock, that is."
Jon nearly wrecked the car.
"CHRISSY!!! Such a mouth on my little girl!!"
Chrissy smiled at him sweetly and said calmly, "Daddy, I'm not a little girl anymore, even though I may look it."
Chrissy was 21, but could pass as 12. Her petite features screamed "innocent", but her sexual history was far from it.
"I'm 21, and rather good at sucking cock. Not as good as Mom was, but damn close."
This bomb caused Jon to swerve across the road, startling them both. He pulled into a retail parking lot and shut off the ignition.
Turning to his not-so-innocent daughter, Jon asked, "Sweetheart, do you have any more surprises you'd like to share with me? If so, speak now, otherwise I fear we'll crash on the next one."
Chrissy again smiled as nothing were amiss and leaned over to pat her father's forearm.
"I might, Daddy, so we'd better stay here and talk for a little bit."
Jon took a deep breath in and replied, "Let's do it. Just remember, your old man is... well, old. Try to refrain from giving me an aneurysm."
Chrissy nodded as she slowly looked her dad up and down, still a sexy beast at 45. They say men get sexier with age, and Chrissy's daddy certainly proved that.
"Well, Daddy, I had a dream about Mom about a month ago. She told me that you needed me, that you were lonely with her gone now. She said I should come live with you to take care of you... so we could take care of each other. She also filled me in on lots of intimate details about the two of you; some of it I already knew, while other things I hadn't heard before."
"What are you talking about? What did you already 'know'?" inquired Jon
, puzzled to hear this.
Chrissy smirked, trying to hold back another round of giggles.
"Well I already knew that Wednesday was you and Mom's 'Hump Day'. Mom would suck your cock, and you would also do... other things."
"CHRISSY!!" shouted Jon, clearly in shock.
"That's secret stuff, cupcake. How did you know about Wednesdays?"
"Well you see Daddy, apparently there's a hole in your bedroom ceiling, a hole that lined up perfectly with the one on my floor," explained Chrissy.
"Every Wednesday night, I would pull the rug back, lie on the ground and watch Mom blow you right before my eyes."
Chrissy's dad sat speechless, his mouth ajar in shock.
"Boy, how I loved to watch you throw your head back and explode into Mom's mouth -- you were just a few feet below me. It got me so hot that I would lie watching on the floor, rubbing my clit as Mom blew you. After some practice I learned to time it just right, so I could orgasm the moment that you did. I almost regretted moving away when I did, knowing that I would be missing my Wednesday evening blow jobs."
Jon was confused, bewildered and again slightly aroused by this news.
"Chrissy honey, that's really not nice, spying on people's sexy time like that. Especially your parents! What did your mom have to say about this??"
"Well, Daddy, I never told her in real life, but she knew in the dream," replied Chrissy.
"Chrissy, baby, having someone talk to you in a dream is not the same as really seeing them -- you know that..."
"I know, Daddy, but the thing is, Mom revealed to me things I couldn't possibly know, like how you preferred when she didn't use her hands to go down on you. She told me how your right ball dips lower than your other one does, and about the cute little freckle on your taint."
Jon again looked at his daughter in shock, completely confused as to how Chrissy knew about that freckle.
"Daddy, Mom said it was alright to know these things, that I should come home and take her place. She knows the future, Daddy, and that it will be hard for you to find another woman that enjoys oral sex quite like she did. But I love to suck cock, Daddy, and Mom knew that in the dream. She asked me to move back home, live with you, and suck your cock because she no longer can."
Chrissy tilted her body forward and rested a hand on her daddy's leg.
"Okay, Daddy, I won't shock you with any more bombs today. Let's just get home, huh?"
Jon nodded slowly in agreement, still very much taken aback by what his daughter had just said. Was she horny and delusional, or horny and telling the truth?
Time would tell...
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Once they'd arrived home, Jon helped lug Chrissy's large suitcase out of the trunk, while Chrissy took the smaller one. When they entered her bedroom, he tried NOT to look at the infamous hole Chrissy had talked about, but failed. His daughter caught him looking, came over and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Yes Daddy, that's the one. That's the hole where I used to watch you and Mom get it on. I'm too hungry to suck your cock right now though, Daddy, so it'll have to wait until after lunch. After we've eaten, then I can eat you."
Horny and delusional -- yep, that confirmed it. Jon had to put a stop to this, and he had to do it right now.
"Chrissy, the way you have been talking to me has gone too far. I won't have you suck my cock. You're my daughter, for god's sake."
"Daddy, you're forgetting that I'm your stepdaughter. So, as two consenting adults, there is nothing wrong with us taking care of each other's needs. You scratch my back, I'll suck your cock..."
Jon couldn't help but give a small smile. "That's not how the saying goes, is it?"
"It is in my world," replied Chrissy seductively.
Chrissy left the bedroom slowly, swaying her tight little ass as she went. As she made her way to the kitchen, a dumbfounded Jon couldn't help but follow. She cracked open the fridge and began to gather a few items to eat.
Between mouthfuls, Chrissy couldn't help but quip, "Not only was Mom good at tending to your needs, but you also seemed to be good at tending to hers. It was usually Sundays when I would get up early and listen to her moan. Instead of worshipping at church, there you were, worshipping at the altar between Mom's legs, licking and sucking her pussy, making her see stars."
Jon shifted in his standing position, a bit embarrassed that his only daughter had witnessed oral sex on BOTH ends of the spectrum.
"Mom used to tell me how much she enjoyed it, that you ate her real good. That you would keep sucking on her until she just couldn't take it anymore."
"Did she tell you this in real life, or your dream?" asked Jon.
"Both," admitted Chrissy with a grin.
"I have to say, Daddy, it made me so jealous seeing you go to town on her pussy like that. Maybe now that she's gone, you'll want to eat me out like that, too..."
"Hmm, don't count on it," answered Jon, still finding this whole situation highly inappropriate.
After Chrissy had finished eating, she put the remnants of her meal away and grabbed her daddy's hand, leading him into the master bedroom. Before Jon could even see it coming, Chrissy had his shirt off, her hands lightly tracing his tight torso. She leaned in to suck and nibble on his nipples.
"Mom told me that you're into this, too," she explained nonchalantly.
Jon was just about to protest, but his daughter's mouth and hands felt so damn good on his body.
Chrissy crept her hand down, down, down, until it was resting on top of her daddy's cock. She could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was already raring to go.
Stepping back, she pulled her black top off, then quickly unhooked her bra. Her full, round tits jostled from their release, and Chrissy could tell that her daddy liked what he saw. To a casual observer, she looked petite and underage on the outside, but as soon as she took off that shirt, she was ALL woman.
Chrissy took her daddy's hands in hers and forced them onto her tits. Jon started to open his mouth to say something, but Chrissy shushed him with a finger, telling him, "Shh... You don't need to say anything, Daddy -- just let your feelings go."
Instinctively, unconsciously, Jon's hands began to massage Chrissy's breasts. He couldn't help but delight in the feel of the soft, fleshy mounds between his fingers. His tips were gently teasing his daughter's nipples now, causing them to harden on the spot.
Chrissy moaned and murmured softly, "Ohh Daddy... The things you're doing to me... please don't stop."
Chrissy reveled in Jon feeling her up for a few moments before undoing his belt and pants. His boxers were sticking way out from his erection, and Chrissy didn't hesitate to reach in and stroke what was causing the tent. She treated her daddy's cock to several soft, long strokes and then a hard squeeze.
Jon groaned in pleasure, the reluctance he'd previously felt fading away. He leaned in to tickle Chrissy's neck with his nose, and in doing so, realized she smelled exactly like her mother had.
It was intoxicating.
As Jon attempted to give his daughter a hickey, Chrissy meanwhile had involved herself in the task of getting his cock free. After she'd slid his underwear off, she went about removing her own, tossing them into the horny heap they'd formed on the floor.
Chrissy now stood completely naked in front of her father, her daddy's eyes unable to resist the temptation of her bangin' body. She was the spitting image of her mother, from the dash of freckles across her shoulders all the way down to her pretty little pussy.
Chrissy went over to sit on her daddy's bed, the same bed she had watched him get blown on just a few years ago. She motioned for Jon to approach her, his throbbing shaft mere inches from her face.
Looking up at her daddy, Chrissy said, "I've been wanting to do this forever, Daddy. I've been waiting a long, long time."
She leaned in and gave his cock head a soft kiss, then, wrapping her lips around him, opened her mouth wide and slid down his shaft. Jon moaned in satisfaction, the ecstasy o
f the moment almost unbearable, as it had been so long since he'd felt a woman take him in. And this wasn't just any woman -- it was his daughter, electrifying the feelings he felt tenfold.
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