by Saks, Krissy
She recognized the sound of the adhesive bands tearing as Tara adjusted the tightness of the strap-on. She heard wet, sucking sounds as Tara liberally applied lubricant on the dildo. An oily hand parted Cameron’s thighs and a finger traced her lips and then slipped inside her. The finger gently threaded around in her insides. She felt less friction as the lubricant warmed and coated her vagina. The finger withdrew and trailed up along her ass crack, making little circles around her anus.
In her fantasy, the mysterious figure on her bed leans down over her and kisses her neck and shoulders. Hands touch her hips and gently pull her panties down to her thighs. She smells the familiar aroma of her father. The smell instantly triggers her wetness. His smell is unique to him, and this excites her because he is the only man she wants.
Tara slides the large dildo past her pussy lips. She moves it back and forth, mere fractions of motion, to work more of the lube into the tight cavity. The dildo is thick, and she doesn’t want to rush it. She marvels at Cameron’s beauty as she works the dildo in a little farther. Even Cameron’s back is sexy, she thought. She could be a model. Every part of her is perfect.
Cameron feels Daddy’s large penis rubbing between her legs. She wonders if she should get up on her knees to accommodate him, and pull her panties down the rest of the way to open wider for him. Instead, she pretends to be asleep. She doesn’t want to scare him away, so she lies there. Maybe he just wants to rub it against her a little bit, but the teasing is unbearable.
Tara sees Cameron’s ass moving along with the dildo, trying to capture it with her pussy. She is ready. Tara leans in and sinks the appendage in slowly. She watches inch after inch disappear between the lips. Four, thick inches of length are buried in Cameron now; that’s enough. Tara lowers her body onto Cameron’s. She kisses Cameron’s shoulders and the back of her neck, tasting the sweet perspiration forming there.
Cameron holds her breath as Daddy’s big sausage cock presses her lips farther and farther apart, filling her pussy. She tilts her ass up just a bit, to bring it in deeper. Now she is filled with his cock. God, it’s so good. She tries not to move. She just wants to feel it throbbing in her juicy cunt. Daddy’s such a gentle lover, taking his time, being careful not to hurt her with his big, man cock.
Tara rolls onto her side, bringing Cameron gently with her. She bends Cameron’s leg up and leans against the back of her thigh to gain better access to Cameron’s cunt. The sight of the black dildo moving in and out of Cam’s pussy makes Tara more aroused, and she increases the rhythm and depth of her thrusts. She reaches out to squeeze some tit as she plows her pretty friend. She grabs her ass a couple of times, and pulls on her hair. Cameron blindfolded always drives Tara nuts. With her eyes masked, Cameron’s nose, mouth and chin are highlighted more prominently. Tara wishes that she could kiss and bite those lips while fucking her, but it isn’t possible in this position. She takes Cameron’s hand and places it between Cameron’s legs, moving their hands over her clit, letting go when her friend maintains the movement herself.
Tara moves back and allows Cameron’s leg to swing over her. Now they’re in a missionary position. Tara fucks her slower, with long strokes, taking in Cameron’s clenched teeth as she rubs herself. Tara puts her hands under Cameron’s knees and brings them up to her tits. She leans into the back of Cameron’s thighs and plunges deep into her pussy. She fucks Cameron with fast, short bursts, staying deep. They rock together, stoking the building physical pitch.
Cameron reaches out and holds the shoulders above her. She uses the shoulders as a base to push her pussy onto the massive dick inside her. Though she is on the bottom, it is she who is controlling the rhythm and intensity; she is fucking Daddy, not the other way around. She breathes louder and louder as she clenches the shoulders and rocks her body back and forth. Faster and faster, her body tensed and unstoppable till her desperate need is satisfied. A moan emitting from her throat grows louder, like a siren approaching, threatening to turn into a full-throated scream. Tara leans in and presses her hand over Cameron’s mouth, continuing to move with her, thrust for thrust, until the rocking slows, and Cameron’s body relaxes and sinks into the bed.
Cameron pants, her stomach rising and falling as she catches her breath. Her legs twitch, and the blood flow pulsates in her temples. She tries breathing through her nose to regain her composure. Once she is able to breathe normally, she takes off the blindfold and lets out a sigh. “Whew!”
Tara was smiling down at her. “Where did you go, Cam?”
Cameron smiles and closes her eyes, wishing she could go back there. Back to that private world with just her and Daddy.
End of Part (#1)
Ouch! He Feels So Good (#2)
Cameron’s father was relieved to have the house to himself. He couldn’t quite believe what had happened between him and his daughter earlier. Did she really sit across from him, massaging her breasts? Yes, she did. Did she actually put her hand around his rigid cock, albeit accidentally? Yes, and not only was he hard, but she must have known why.
He was less certain about two other things. What had he touched when his hands were roaming over her body? Definitely her ass, but had he touched her pussy? And did she really say, “It’s okay, I didn’t mind?” Her response was so casual, but to him it was a revelation of the highest order.
He also wasn’t sure how much he was reading into her offer to keep him company. Little phrases she’d said kept coming back to him, whispered in a soft, seductive voice. “There are a lot of things I can do for you, Daddy. I’ll keep you from being lonely. We could have so much fun. I’ll do anything!” Had she really said those things? And did she say them in the way he was hearing them now?
Fantasy and reality were blurring, and it worried him. He was afraid he might be moving along a path that she hadn’t intended. But what tore at him most was the possibility that she was making her intentions clear, that she desired him, but he was too afraid of the consequences to even consider it. He knew that his only regrets in life were the opportunities lost and the chances missed. This would be the greatest, riskiest chance of them all.
Or the most damaging decision of his life, if he guessed wrong.
He brought his laptop into the bedroom and set it on the bed. Maybe it’s just an eighteen-year-old girl thing, he argued, practicing their feminine wiles on an easy target: Daddy. He did a search for “daddy daughter porn,” and was surprised when the search found tens of thousands of sites. Chris had long enjoyed surfing for porn when he was alone in the office, or late at night, but he’d never looked specifically for this niche. Apparently, the father-daughter fantasy was shared by many, many men. In fact, there was an entire industry devoted to it!
He skipped through a few of the videos, but was disappointed. Most featured twenty-something porn stars decked out in plaid micro-skirts and pigtails, trying to conjure an innocence they’d lost long ago, if they’d ever possessed it at all. Still, he took his dick out and absently-mindedly stroked himself, while fast-forwarding with his other hand. This wasn’t what he wanted, he decided. He put his dick back in his pants and got up from the bed.
God, he felt like he was going stir-crazy. He was obsessed. Something stirred inside him and wouldn’t let him go. He knew what it was; he just didn’t know how he could satisfy it. Getting a nut wasn’t enough. It was Cammy he wanted.
He walked into her room without turning on the light. Between the light from the hall and the moon through her window, the room was adequately lit. Look how neat she keeps her room, he thought. No worry about stepping through a bunch of debris here. He took a couple of steps, looking down at her bed. He imagined her lying there, sleeping. He could almost picture her in a T-shirt and panties, curled up on top of her sheet. He pulled the spread back and lowered his head, breathing in the smell of the pillowcase. He closed his eyes and could smell her hair. He nibbled at the pillow, hoping for a taste of his daughter’s hair, her skin.
His hand crept along the mattress s
heet. This is where her shoulders rest. He leaned in and inhaled. And this is where her sweet ass lies every night. Does she masturbate on this spot, grinding those tiny cheeks into the mattress as she plays with herself? Of course, she masturbates! He pressed the tip of his nose on the spot, a slight indentation in the mattress. He hovered above it, circling and sniffing, hungry for any trace of emission, of juice. He could smell her, but only faintly. His dick was coiled in his underwear, thick with blood.
He pulled the spread back over, and lay down on her mattress, looking at the room from her perspective. What does she visualize when she fingers herself? Does she think about me, ever? Or are her fantasies filled with boys from school, or movie heartthrobs or rock stars? He unzipped his shorts and tugged them down to his thighs. He reached into his boxers and freed his cock, wrapping his hand around it Are they romantic, unrequited visions, or does she fantasize about being raped by a gang of boys, or seduced by a teacher? Does she fantasize about women? She hardly ever goes on dates. Is she a lesbian? I wouldn’t mind if she were. I’d almost rather she were then to know that some creep is porking my little girl!
His eyes focused on something hanging on the doorknob of her closet. Her swimsuit! He rose and pulled his boxers up, but let his shorts fall to the floor. The bikini top and bottom were still damp. He held the top to his face, sniffing the inside of the cups. It was a chlorine smell, mostly, but something else as well. Sun tan lotion, but something else. Yes, it was her, her own scent, it was there. He returned the top to the door knob and grabbed the bottom. The Holy Grail! Reverently, he stretched the panties before him, closed his eyes, and inhaled. He sniffed every inch before he came to the reinforced section of the crotch. His mind raced, analyzing the mixture of aromas. Chlorine, very little lotion, a hint of sweat, and a slightly acrid, tangy smell; her essence!
He put the material in his mouth, and sucked at the moisture. His hand reached for his cock. It was oozing copious amounts of pre-cum fluid, and his cock was soon gliding with the slippery substance. He was close. He opened his eyes and saw the racks of clothes hanging in her closet: sweaters, blouses, the dresses, and stockings. A stream of images rushed through his mind: Cameron crossing her legs in this skirt; bending over in those tight, denim shorts; cleavage peeking between the buttons of that blouse. It all overwhelmed him and he started to come. He held the bikini bottom to his dick, pumping spurt after spurt of semen into the panties, rubbing and smearing the cummed on bikini around his cock. His knees trembled, and he fell against the closet wall, breathing heavily, his temples throbbing with blood.
Recovering, he grabbed the top from the door. He’d have to wash these. Looking around the room, he spotted the laundry hamper. He opened the lid and saw it was full of other clothes he could add to the load. Lying on top of the heap were several bras and panties. He felt his cock surge. It was if he’d discovered a treasure chest filled with artifacts which had graced Cameron’s most intimate places. He snatched up the hamper and tip-toed out of her room.
As Cameron recovered from her orgasm, Tara snuggled up to her back. Tara didn’t have the heart to insist on reciprocation at just this moment, so she contented herself with rubbing the strap-on against her own pussy. The dildo was now doubly slippery with both the lube and Cameron’s juices.
“Wow, you’ve really got it bad for your dad, don’t you?” she asked softly.
Cameron’s eyes opened wide. “What are you talking about, Tara?”
“You called out ‘Daddy’ at least twice when you came.”
“I did not!” she protested indignantly.
“Well, maybe you didn’t want to, but you did. I heard you! It’s okay, Cam; if my dad was as hot as yours, I’d want to fuck him, too.”
Cameron scooted away from Tara and stared straight ahead. She was thankful that Tara couldn’t see her face. It was easier to deny an accusation than to look that person in the eye, especially if what you said wasn’t true.
Tara put her hand on Cameron’s shoulder. “Cam, we’re best friends. We don’t keep secrets from each other. Even if one of us tries to, the other knows what’s going on.” Her voice was quiet and calm. “I don’t judge you like some folks would. I support whatever you want to do. I’ll even help you, if I can.”
Cameron turned around to face Tara, who continued. “I understand why you’re concerned. Your dad was married to your mom for almost twenty years, right out of high school. She’s probably the only woman he ever loved. And now that she fucked him over with another guy, it’s not like he’s eager to start dating other women. He’s probably thinking he’ll never trust another woman in his life. So you’re all he has, the only person he trusts to have his best interests at heart. You can help him heal.”
Cameron began to let her guard down. She should have known better than to hide these desires from her friend. Her eyes started to tear up. “But I’m not sure how to make it happen. What if he rejects me? That would be so awful!”
“So what if he rejects you?” Tara countered. “That’s the worst that can happen, right? So you’re embarrassed for five minutes. He’ll still love you. He’ll think it was just a lapse in judgment, you had a weak moment; some teenage, hormonal thing. Trust me: he’ll act like it never even happened. Guys always bury that awkward, emotional stuff way down deep. So that’s the worst.
“On the plus side, you know everything there is to know about him, you know he’s vulnerable, you have no competition, and you live under the same roof. Shit, girl, you’ve got everything going for you! Don’t change anything; just be your natural, sexy self and be available. Let him make the first move. Sex is all guys ever think about; they’re worse than we are. Once you’ve planted the seed, he’ll hand his brain over to his dick, and your work is done.”
“Thanks, Tara,” she said, hugging her friend. “I feel way better about it now.”
“Well, you may feel better, but I’m still horny. While you’re helping me out with that, I’ll tell you my plan.”
Cameron returned home the next day at noon. Her dad was sitting at his desk in the office/study. “Hi, Daddy. Has it been busy today?”
“Not bad,” he said. “A couple of people calling about service, and Mike is having starter issues again with his truck. Otherwise, I’ve just been playing on the computer. How was your sleepover?”
“We had fun,” she said, setting her overnight bag on a chair. She was wearing white short-shorts and a red T-shirt, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She looked younger than her eighteen years.
He held up an order form. “If you’re going to be around for a while, you could take a look at this one call-in’s pool and give her a quote. She sounded like she preferred sooner rather than later.”
“Sure, Dad,” she replied, walking over to where he sat. She put her hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you make some lunch and head over there, if you want. I’ll cover for you. I just need to get a nap and a shower before the party, but I’m not leaving till about 7:00.”
“Great. I’ll clock you in at noon, then. And if you get a chance, could you take a look at the computer? I don’t know what’s going on with it, but it’s taking forever to load pages.”
She leaned in, looking at the screen and he pulled his chair back toward the wall to give her room. She clicked the mouse and opened a new tab, checking the loading speed. Chris couldn’t help but look her up and down. Her shorts were white, and when she bent over, they rode up just below her cheeks. He leaned forward a little and breathed in.
“Let me get in here a little bit,” she said, and stepped over the wheels of his chair. Chris pushed the chair to the wall, giving her just enough space to insulate herself between him and the desk. She stood directly in front of his knees, feet planted apart. He felt his cock throb and tingle as it grew slowly in his pants. What I’d give to grab those hips and bend her over the desk!
“Scoot up a bit, Daddy,” she said, looking over her shoulder. He inched forward and she sat down firmly on his crotch, w
iggling slightly in his lap. “Wow, it is slow. How long has it been like this?”
He smelled her skin and hair, and felt the warmth of her back, barely hearing what she said. “How long has it been?” he asked. “Oh, just late this morning, I guess. I don’t know anything about computers, you know that. I wasn’t sure if it was the problem or I was, but if you can do something about it, I’d appreciate it.”
“Have you downloaded anything recently?”
“No, not anything that I can think of.” Actually, he’d been filling his idle time checking out more porn sites. Now he was becoming apprehensive. “You know what? Don’t worry about it. I’ll just reboot it and refresh the settings. That usually works.”
“Yeah, I’ll try that. You go eat something. I’ll take care of it.” She turned in the chair so she could see him, bringing her hand up to his shoulder. “Have you thought any more about what we talked about yesterday?”