Daddycock #3
I was sitting naked in my hygiene chair, spread-eagled, with my feet in the stirrups, as Mommy scooped semen out of my asshole with a spoon. Daddy spunked my shithole good this morning. Now Mommy sat in-between my spread-eagled legs on a lowered stool and was helping to clean me up before I had to head off to school. She slid the spoon in-between my ass cheeks and told me to squeeze. I squeezed hard and cum dribbled out of my sphincter and onto the spoon’s surface.
Mommy then took the cum covered spoon and greedily put it in her mouth. “Mmm,” she said as she licked the spoon. “I can’t tell which tastes better, daddy-cum from your pussy or your shithole.”
Ever since I turned eighteen, Daddy no longer touched Mommy and only gave his cock and seed exclusively to me. Mommy was ok with Daddy no longer wanting to fuck her, now that I was of age, but that didn’t mean she still didn’t desire the taste of daddy-cum. Because I loved Mommy so much, I decided to share Daddy’s cum with her whenever I could.
She only got daddy-cum seconds of course. This meant whatever she could slurp up or scoop out of my pussy and ass after daddy ejaculated in them. Or the few times when I was feeling really generous, when after I gave Daddy a blowjob, and instead of swallowing his spunk, I would pass it to her like a bird feeding a chick by drooling and spitting daddy-spunk from my mouth into hers. That was rare though because for the most part I always swallowed daddy’s seed like a good daughter should. In the end, no matter which one of my orifices it came from, Mommy was always grateful for every bit of daddy-cum she could taste from me.
As Mommy dug the spoon in my ass crack in search of another helping of daddy-cum, the bathroom door opened and Daddy walked in. Daddy was a total stud. He was a handsome late middle-aged man with salt and pepper black hair, a strong jawline, and a well-kempt beard. Even though I saw this dreamy hunk every day and was fucked by him more than once a day, butterflies fluttered in my stomach every time I saw him. He was such a dreamboat. Daddy was wearing his tie, button-up shirt, and slacks. The type of outfit he wore for work.
“Am I interrupting?” Daddy asked.
“Not at all,” Mommy looked up at him. “Just cleaning Kayleigh up before school.”
“Oh, I hope you haven’t bathed her yet,” Daddy said. “I need to pee. This coffee goes right through me, you know.”
“No worries,” Mommy said. “We’re only getting started. Still working on getting your daddy-cum out of her butthole.” Mommy held up the spoon with a smile.
“Well, in that case,” Daddy unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid penis. He then walked over to the side of me and the hygiene chair and pointed his dick at me. “Open wide, baby girl.”
I opened wide like I was at the dentist’s and said, “Ah.’
A hot stream of daddy-piss shot out of Daddy’s limp dick right into my wide and awaiting mouth. The warm and acidic yellow stream of urine flowed fast and strong, spraying my tongue and throat like it had been unleashed from a firehose.
The first time Daddy had pissed in my mouth, I didn’t really like that much. But now after having swallowed his piss every morning and night for the last couple of days I loved it just as much as the daddy-cum he pumped me full of. Daddy explained to me, that a daughter drinking her father’s piss was a proof of love. I didn’t want Daddy to think I didn’t love him, so I learned to love drinking his piss.
Daddy must’ve drunk a lot of coffee this morning because right now a lot of pee was coming out of Daddy’s daddy-cock. The urine was coming at me faster than I could swallow. Even though I was doing my best to swallow, the daddy-piss was flooding and pooling up in my mouth, overflowing at times and spilling out over the sides of my mouth and down the front of my chin.
Daddy saw I was having trouble keeping up with all the daddy-piss he was giving me. “A bit much, eh?” he chuckled
“No, Daddy, it’s perfect,” I said spitting up and drooling out piss as I talked.
“That’s my girl, such a trooper,” Daddy said as he continued to stream urine into me. “Still, I think you’ve got enough daddy-piss in the belly for this morning, I’ll finish up by pissing on your tits.”
He stopped aiming for my mouth, repositioned his dick, and traced a line of hot urine down the front of my chin, down my neck, and then finally settled his aim onto my small perky titties. I was covered in daddy-piss as it splattered across my small boobies, and ran down my belly to my thighs. Every bit of piss that missed me or splashed off my body went onto the hygiene chair.
On top of being designed to help Mommy give me proper hygiene, like replacing my tampons or trimming my pubes, the hygiene chair was also specially designed for me to serve as a human toilet for Daddy. It had a specially designed system of trapping the pee and running it off into the large medical pan that was situated under my wipey-hole. The wipey-hole was what I called the hygiene chair’s ass-less seat because that’s where Mommy would reach under to wipe me after I made poopies.
Daddy’s piss stream eventually began to taper down to a trickle. Once he squeezed the last bit of his bladder out onto me, Daddy sighed like a man relieved of a heavy burden. “Ah,” he sighed again, “nothing better than a good piss on your human daughter-toilet after a hot cup of joe.”
He finished up by shaking his dick at me to flick the last remaining pee drops from his dick onto me. Still, I could see he had not flicked it all off and saw a few remaining glistening bits on his daddy-cock tip. “It looks like you still got a drop or two of daddy-piss,” I pointed.
“So it would seem,” Daddy said as he looked down at his penis. “Clean it up for Daddy.”
I did so with great enthusiasm, almost leaping from the chair as I took Daddy’s flaccid penis head into my mouth and lapped at his pee hole with my tongue.
“Oh, shit, Kayleigh,” Daddy said in response to the working of my mouth, “that feels so good. You’re going to make Daddy hard.”
I could feel the beginnings of his erection as his daddy-cock slowly began to swell and stiffen in my mouth. I loved the feeling of daddy-cock getting hard in my mouth. My pussy was starting to get wet in response.
“Hey you two,” Mommy interrupted with a scolding but playful voice. “As much as I know you two would love to spend the day fucking and pissing on each other, I’m sorry to break it to you guys, but you can’t. Daddy,” she said addressing my father, “needs to go work,” and then turning to me she said, “and you missy, need to get ready for school.”
Daddy sighed and pulled his semi-hard cock out of my mouth. “Unfortunately, Mommy is right baby girl,” he said, tucking his cock back into his underwear and then zipping up his pants. “But don’t worry, when school and work are finished up, I’ll let you suck on some daddy-cock all night long.”
“You promise?” I pouted.
“Of course, baby,” Daddy leaned down and kissed me on my forehead, not bothered by the bit of piss that had landed there earlier. “Well, Daddy better get going, can’t be late for work, now can I?”
“Of course not, Daddy,” I smiled.
He rubbed my head and said: “You have a good day at school dear, ok?”
“Ok, I will.”
He then turned to leave but as he reached the bathroom exit he turned back to me and said, “Love you.”
My heart fluttered. Daddy was such a charmer.
“Love you too Daddy,” I responded.
And with that, Daddy left the bathroom, leaving me and Mommy alone. It was always so sad to see Daddy leaving without me.
I turned to Mommy and sulked. “I wish Daddy didn’t have to go to work and I didn’t have to go school. That way I could spend every moment of every day with Daddy.”
Mommy stroked the side of my face. “I know baby, I know,” she said in a soothing voice. “Don’t worry, school is almost out. Only a few more weeks left till you graduate. Once summer comes along, you and Daddy will have a lot more time to spend with each other, I promise. Now let’s get you all cleaned up, I don’t want you to be late either.”
Mommy helped me get my feet out of the hygiene chair’s stirrups and out of the seat. Next, we walked to the bathtub together. Then she had me sit in the tub as she ran the bathwater. As the tub filled with water, Mommy added soaps and salts, and the tub began to fill with bubbles and the aromas of lavender and chamomile. Then Mommy took me by surprise: she started undressing
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Well, now that you’re eighteen and you have been fully deflowered by daddy-cock in all three of your holes, I think it’s time for you to experience some mommy-cunny,” she said as she removed her bra and panties.
I knew about daddy-cock, but mommy-cunny was a new expression to me. I waited and watched anxiously as Mommy stopped the water and stepped into the bathtub and stood over me. I couldn’t help but admire the curves and contours of her hot and sexy mommy body. Mommy was still fit for her age, and it showed in her nearly flat belly, her still taut but very large titties, and in her shapely ass and thighs, which looked like they had been formed by a master sculptor.
I always felt inadequate when I compared Mommy’s body to mine own. My body was very childlike. Looking at it, you would have a hard time believing I was eighteen. I had super small breasts, a small and round ass that could fit in the palm of a man’s hands, and bony hips.
“Geez mommy,” I said in awe of her as she stood over me in the tub. “I wish I had curves like you.”
“Don’t worry, Kayleigh, your body still hasn’t completely grown into the beautiful woman you will be one day. Just wait till your daddy knocks you up with your first incest baby. Then you’ll get the curves you’ve always wanted, and probably a few you didn’t as well,” she giggled.
Mommy then sat down in the water in front of me. Our bathroom tub was like a mini swimming pool. There was enough room for three people to be seated in it comfortably. As Mommy settled into the water, and the suds formed around her goddess-like frame, I couldn’t help but stare at the perfectly sized melons that were her amazing boobs.
Mommy saw me staring at her boobs and smiled. “Do you want to touch them, baby?”
I nodded that I did.
“Go ahead,” she said as she stuck out her chest, “touch Mommy.”
I reached across the water and lightly traced my finger over the upper curve of her breast. “So soft, so perfect,” I whispered in awe.
Mommy reached her hand out as well and began lightly touching my smaller but still round titty. “Yours isn’t too bad either.”
I then reached out with my other hand and took hold of both of her boobs, one in each of my small hands. “God, they feel so great, so wonderful.”
“Hey, I have an idea.” Mommy then turned, grabbed two big fluffy bath sponges, and handed one to me. “Why don’t you clean Mommy’s boobies and I clean yours? Okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded, staring at her breasts like a snake lost in the flute rhythms of a charmer.
Mommy took some soap and squeezed it onto her sponge and then did the same to mine. Next, she reached out with the sponge and slowly brushed them over my breast. I followed her lead and did the same for her.
“Oh, that feels so good, baby,” Mommy said.
“I’m just doing what you’re doing,” I admitted.
Mommy stopped with the sponge and lightly traced a finger in circles around my nipples. “Does it feel good the way mommy cleans your girly boobies?”
It felt more than good. The way Mommy dabbed and circled around my boobs with the sponge felt like I was being massaged by a hand from heaven. “Oh yes, Mommy, I like it very much.”
“Good,” she purred.
And so it went for a few more minutes. Mommy caressing my breast, sometimes with a sponge, sometimes with her hand, and me mimicking her every move, like a game of Simon Says, but with tits. After a while of this soft caressing and petting, Mommy let go of the sponge, leaned over, and kissed me long and passionately on the lips. It was the first time someone kissed me on the lips other than Daddy. The sensation was strange but so amazing at the same time.
She broke the kiss and held my face in her hands. “How’d that feel?”
“Really, really good,” I breathed lustily. “Can we do it again?”
Mommy giggled for a second and then leaned in for another kiss. This time there was even more passion in the way she pressed her lips against mine like she was trying to give me all of her Mommy love through the power of a kiss. I did the best I could to return the same energy, kissing her back just as passionately. The passion between us only increased and Mommy wrapped her arms around me, as her hands danced over my body, touching my back, neck, and boobs seemingly all at once. I hugged her back, trying to caress her in the same wild but exhilarating way she touched me. Mommy lost herself to passion, and I felt her lips part and her tongue slip into my mouth and probe inside. It was the best thing to happen to me since getting my first dose of daddy-cock and I felt tingles ripple through my body all the way down to my pussy.
Mommy must’ve known my pussy was aching for attention because in the next moment I felt her hand at the entrance of my cunny. She took two fingers and began to rub slow circles around my clitoris, and I sighed out in pleasure.
“Oh, Mommy, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
She didn’t. She kept on massaging my clit and then leaned in, licking up my neck until she came to my ear, which she then began to nibble softly and sensually.
“Do you like the way Mommy rubs your pussy, baby girl?” she whispered into my ear while continuing the finger circles on my clit.
“Oh yes, Mommy. I love everything you’re doing to my body.”
“Good,” she said. “Then you’re going to really love this.”
Mommy removed her fingers from my clit and scooted up closer to me. She placed one of her legs over mine and then the other underneath my leg so that we were like two pairs of open scissors crisscrossing each other with our pussies touching. Our sexes kissed underneath the water as our flesh became one. Even underneath the water, I could feel the warmth of mommy’s pussy against my own.
Then Mommy began to slowly grind her hips. Our clits and slits met, then Mommy pulled back, before repeating the motion again, so our vaginas met another once more. She repeated this motion over and over, slowly and gently. It was a thrilling and oh so wonderful sensation.
I couldn’t hide the pleasure I was experiencing from having my mother’s vagina make out with my cunny, and my mouth parted into an O. From my parted lips, strained moans and gasps began to escape. Sexual fire flashed in Mommy’s eyes when she saw and heard the effect the mommy-cunny fucking she was giving me was having on me. She picked up the pace of her hip thrusts. Little by little the speed at which Mommy’s pussy stroked itself against my own cunny hole increased.
Mommy grabbed the back of my head and stared pure lust into my eyes. “You like how that mommy-cunny feels on your pussy, baby?”
“Oh yes,” I breathed helplessly. It was overpowering in its wonderfulness.
Mommy ground harder and faster. “Tell Mommy what you like.”
“I like mommy-cunny,” I whispered breathlessly as my face tightened, eyes squinted, and I bit down on my lip. It was so hot, so wonderful.
“Do you want this mommy-cunny to fuck you harder?”
“Yes Mommy,” I whined, red in the face from ecstasy. “Fuck me hard with mommy-cunny!”
Mommy did as I begged. Her pussy slammed and rubbed wildly and frantically against my own. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me. I couldn’t hold back any longer and an orgasm rocketed through me, causing my hips to buck like a woman possessed. My orgasm sent Mommy over the edge as well. Her legs quivered and the water splashed about us as we both panted and screamed like a wailing pack of sluts. Our cries rang out through the bathroom and bounced off the walls. Finally, our climaxes plateaued and we kissed, caressed, and collapsed in each other’s arms.
Mommy stroked my face and then kissed me on the lips. “You’re such a good girl. Daddy and I are so proud of you.”
With our backs on the same part of the tub sill, Mommy and I lay in the tub, holding each other for a while. Not a word was said between us. We just lay there, lightly petting and lightly stroking one another, enjoying the peace and tranquility that comes after two people who love each other have satisfied one another with body-draining orgasms. As much as I loved cuddling with Daddy, I couldn’t help but enjoy this equally as much. The thought of Daddy brought a question to mind.
“Mommy?” I said.
“Yes, baby,” she said lazily as she stroked the side of my face.
“Did we do something wrong?”
Mommy gave me a questioning glance. “Something wrong? Why on earth would you think that?”
“Well, it’s just, I don’t want to cheat on Daddy, and now you and I have just made Mommy-Daughter love. I’m afraid Daddy might get mad.”
Mommy chuckled dismissively. “Oh honey, there’s no need to worry about that. Your father is okay with us fucking, in fact, he expects it.”
“What? But I thought daughters were only supposed to fuck their Daddy?”
“Well, they are, but they can fuck their mommies too.”
“They can?” I asked.
“Yes, it’s normal. You see, since you are eighteen now, your father has no more reason to fuck me. Actually, it’s not right that he should ever even touch me with his cock anymore. It wouldn’t be fair to you. But that doesn’t mean, just because I’m no longer fuckable, I don’t need sexual attention too. That’s where you come in. From time to time, when your father is not using your cunny, you and I can fuck each other, so I can have some fun too. You see? “
“Oh, that makes sense. So basically, since you can’t have daddy’s dick anymore, I’m the only one you can have sex with?”
“Pretty much,” she replied.
That’s when another question hit me. “Wait a minute, Mommy. What about your Daddy? Can’t he fuck you? I mean, why isn’t he the one fucking you instead of Daddy?” I knew there was a story here, but Mommy always became guarded whenever I brought it up. And just like on the few other occasions I had previously brought up the subject of her father, again I saw that guarded expression.
“Oh, honey, that’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day.” Mommy sighed and then stood up in the tub. “C’mon, let’s get you dry and ready for school.”
I decided to drop the subject.
After that Mommy and I dried off together. Then she brushed my hair and teeth, did my makeup, dressed me, and then out the door and into the car we went, heading for school. When we arrived at school, Mommy and I shared one last tongue wresting kiss and said our “I love yous.” When I exited her car, she called out after me wishing me a good day and telling me daddy would be the one to pick me up later.
It was the last month of school before it let out for the summer, or for seniors like me, ended forever. Finals were over and the atmosphere around campus was chilled and relaxed. There wasn’t much left in the way of school lessons, and the only things everyone seemed to be focused on were summer vacations and of course the upcoming prom. This last subject was something, my best friend, Maria Donaldson obsessed over.
Maria was like me in many ways. She was an eighteen-year-old senior. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body you wouldn’t believe belonged to an eighteen-year-old if you didn’t know her age. Also, like me, she didn’t have a prom date. It was lunchtime and the two of us were outside in the school’s quad, eating our lunches out underneath a blue sky and warm sun. As usual, Maria was complaining about our lack of prom dates and was going over the list of boys that were still available that we could possibly swoop up for the dance.
“What about Bobby Carlton?” Maria asked me and then took a bite of her sandwich.
“No, definitely not,” I replied with a shudder.
“C’mon,” Maria groaned with a mouthful of sandwich. “You’ve said ‘No‘ to like every guy I brought up.”
‘Because, Maria, I’ve already told you, I’m not going to prom. No matter what guy you mention next that is still dateless, I’ll still say no.”
“I don’t get you, Kayleigh,” Maria swallowed her food and shook her head. “Prom is like the most important time for a girl.” She looked around to make sure no one was listening. Even though she was satisfied that there were no eavesdroppers, she still lowered her voice as she leaned in and whispered like we were plotting a bank robbery. “That’s when girls get to lose their virginity, you know? Or do you want to be a virgin forever?”
Inside I chuckled. If only Maria knew that the issue of losing my virginity was already taken care of, and by my father, no less, she probably would’ve fainted. Mommy and Daddy had explained to me that some people were “backwards” as they called it, and wouldn’t understand how important it was for a daughter to have her pussy and ass used by daddy-cock. For this reason, they told me not to tell anyone about how Daddy and I fucked. Still, I couldn’t help but be mischievous.
“Who said I’m a virgin?” I fluttered my eyes mockingly at Maria.
“Get out!” Maria screamed so loud, other students in the quad turned to see what the commotion was about. Maria blushed at realizing she had brought the attention of nearly the entire student body that was eating outside in the quad onto us. Especially after having made such a big deal of lowering her voice to not be overheard. She bowed her head in embarrassment and waited for everyone to lose interest in us before continuing.
“Kayleigh James,” Maria whispered out my full name. Her eyes were wide and accusatory. “Did you have sex?”
It was too much fun seeing Maria worked up like this, that I decided to continue to tease her. “Maybe,” I shrugged. “And so what if I did? I don’t see how it would be any of your business.”
“Don’t see how it would be any of my business?” she repeated my words at me in a tone of disbelief. “I’m only your best friend. The person I share all of my secrets with. I thought you shared yours with me too, but I guess not.” Maria slumped her shoulders and looked sad.
Seeing Maria looking sad, made me feel sad too. “Oh c’mon, Maria, don’t be like that.”
“It’s just I thought we were closer,” her voice had a tinge of hurt in it, “and something like losing your V card would be something you would tell me.”
This had gone on far enough I realized, and decided to put an end to it. “Oh, I was just fooling, silly. I’m still in the V club.” Obviously, this was a lie, but it was better than risking the truth and exposing my sexual relationship with my father (and now my mother as well) which she probably wouldn’t approve of.
Maria eyed me long and suspiciously. “I don’t believe you, Kayleigh. You know I can tell when you’re lying.”
Maria and I had been best friends forever and she was like a sister to me. She knew me better than most, which is why she was able to see through my lie. It was the same for me too, I knew Maria like the back of my hand, and knew just by looking at her what she was thinking. And at present moment I could tell by her expression, that my lying and keeping a secret from her was making her upset. I didn’t like that I was hurting my best friend so I figured it was best to tell her the truth or risk losing her forever.
“Look, I’ll tell you who it is, but you can’t tell anybody. Promise?”
“Cross my heart, hope to die,” Maria made an air X over her heart.
I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for the bomb I was about to drop on my best friend. “It’s my dad,” I whispered. “I’ve been having sex with my dad.”
Maria’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She held this expression for a long moment, like her face was frozen, not moving or saying or word. I instantly regretted telling her. Then finally she spoke and what she said shocked me:
“Oh my God, Kayleigh. That is so fucking hot.”
That was the last thing on earth I was expecting her to say. Now it was my turn to stare at Maria with the wide-eyed expression of shock. “What? Really? You think so? You’re not…” I pursed my lips, trying to think of the best word, “disgusted?”
“No way,” her eyes gleamed with excitement. “If anything I’m jealous. I wish my dad would fuck me.” She looked around again to make sure our conversation wasn’t being listened on and went back to a whisper. “I’ve never told you this, but I’ve masturbated to the idea of fucking my dad like a thousand times. You know, sometimes he brings his dates home and I can hear them having sex. I listen in and rub my pussy wishing it was me.”
“Oh, so I see, it’s ok when you don’t tell me things, but not ok when I don’t tell you things,” I teased.
Maria blushed. “Well, I didn’t want to tell because I didn’t want you to think I was weird.”
“That’s the same reason I didn’t want to tell you who took my virginity.”
“I get it,” she nodded. Her eyes got the wicked gleam again. “So tell me, how is it? What’s it like fucking your dad?”
“Oh, daddy-cock is the best cock. Girls’ vaginas and assholes are perfectly shaped for their dad’s cocks you know? So when it gets inside you, it’s the dick nature intended for you, so it gives you the best orgasms.”
“Geez, I want to try so bad.” She looked down and got a sulky face. “But I don’t’ think my dad would ever fuck me. I don’t even know how to bring it up.”
“But your daddy loves you, I’m sure if you asked him to, he would pop your cherry.”
“But how do I ask him? How did you get your daddy to fuck you?”
“Well, it’s kind of a tradition in my family that girls lose their virginity to daddy-cock. So I guess you can say I was born into it. But, for you, I don’t know, hmm,” I thought for a moment. “Actually, you know who would know what to do?”
“Who?”
“My daddy. He’s the smartest person I know. Why don’t you come home with me after school, and me, you, and my dad will figure something out, I’m sure of it.”
“Alright,” Maria nodded happily. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
The rest of the lunch period was spent with Maria asking me a thousand questions about daddy-cock. What did it taste like? What did it feel like in my cunny? Did it hurt the first time Daddy fucked my shithole? These questions and all the others she asked I was more than happy to answer. It was fun sharing my daddy-cock experiences with someone other than Mommy and Daddy. Someone my own age. Someone who was just as excited about daddy-cock as me.
A few hours later, when school let out Maria joined me in waiting for my dad to pick me up. I spotted his car approaching and pointed it out to Maria.
“There he is,” I said.
We began walking towards the car.
“Are you sure your dad will be able to help me with my daddy?” Maria asked apprehensively.
“Absolutely,” I responded. “My dad knows how to make anything happen, even your daddy-cock fantasy.”
We got to the doors of my dad’s sedan and I got into the passenger seat while Maria got into the backseat. As soon as I saw my handsome Daddy, I felt a swooning in my stomach. With his salt and pepper clean-cut hair, well-trimmed beard, and broad shoulders, Daddy was a total dreamboat. I was so happy to have a total DILF as my daddy-cock lover. After saying, “Hey daddy,” I couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing him long and passionately on the lips.
Daddy pulled away fast and looked at me like I had leprosy. Then he shot a nervous glance into the backseat at Maria, who looked at this public display of affection with a wide grin on her lips. Daddy was obviously flustered by us making out in front of Maria.
“Uh, Kayleigh -” he said, with embarrassment in his voice and a suggestive look towards the back seat that said ‘you know we can’t kiss in front of other people.‘
I laughed. “Oh, don’t worry Daddy. Maria knows all about us.”
“Knows what about us?” Daddy cocked an eyebrow.
“That you pump me with daddy-cum from your daddy-cock. I told her all about it. She’s cool with it.”
This flustered Daddy even more. He turned red and coughed. “What!”
Maria spoke up. “Hey, Mr. J,” she said, calling Daddy by the name she always called him, “like Kayleigh said, it’s no biggie. I think it’s cool that you guys fuck. Actually, like I was telling Kayleigh, I’m kind of jealous. My Daddy doesn’t fuck me.”
“Yeah, Daddy,” I said. “Maria wants her Daddy to claim her like you claimed me, but she doesn’t know how to get him interested. I told her you’d be the perfect person to her get claimed.”
“Uh, girls,” Daddy said uncharacteristically nervously, “I think you might have the wrong idea…”
“Please Daddy!” I interrupted with a high shrill. “You got to help, you’re the only one. Maria needs daddy-cock so bad.”
“Yeah, Mr. J,” Maria joined in the high-pitched whining, “you got to help. You’re a daddy, my dad’s a daddy. If anyone knows how to get him to claim me it’s gotta be you, right?”
Daddy gulped. He looked at me and then looked back at Maria. We both looked at him with desperate frowns in our eyes and on our lips. “Oh alright,” Daddy sighed. “Who am I to say no to a girl in need of daddy-cock.”
Kayleigh and I both shrieked in delight, high-fived, and laughed.
“Thanks, Daddy, you’re the best,” I said.
“Yeah, Mr. J,” Maria said, “totally awesome.”
Daddy shook his head with a smile, put the car in drive, and pulled away from the school.
“So what’s the plan then, Daddy?” I asked.
“Yeah, Mr. J, what’s the plan?” Maria joined.
“Well, I might have an idea,” Daddy said as he drove down the road. Daddy looked into the rearview mirror at Maria. “Do you think your dad can come over for dinner tonight?”
“I don’t see why not,” Maria shrugged.
“Good. There’s a trick I know. One that your mom and her roommate pulled on me in college,” Daddy turned to me, “many years back before you came along. Hell, even before we were married. It’s almost guaranteed to get Maria some daddy-spunk.”
I looked in the backseat and nodded at Maria. “Told you, my Daddy would know how to get you some daddy-cock.”
Maria rubbed her hands excitedly together and smiled.
~~~
The excuse we used to get Mr. Donaldson, Maria’s Daddy, over to our place for dinner was to have a little celebration about me and Maria graduating high school. Now the five of us, Me, Maria, Daddy, Mommy, and Mr. Donaldson, were seated at the table in the kitchen at my house. Mr. Donaldson had come over straight after work, wearing a button-up shirt, slacks, and a tie.
If it had been a normal dinner with just me, Mommy, and Daddy, I would’ve been butt naked and seated in Daddy’s lap, as Daddy played with my cunny and I played with his daddy-cock. But due to us having company, more specifically Maria’s dad, I was dressed and wasn’t allowed to play with Daddy’s dick. But that didn’t mean it was a dinner without any sexual tension or foreplay going on. The only difference was instead of me and Daddy doing the genital petting, it was Mommy doing it to Maria’s father.
Part of the plan that Mommy and Daddy had worked out to get Maria her first taste of daddy-cock was getting Mr. Donaldson to think Mommy was interested in him sexually. Throughout the dinner, Mommy flirted with Mr. Donaldson laughing at his jokes, smiling longingly at him, and giving him suggestive glances. To further pique Mr. Donaldson’s interest in her, Mommy was wearing her sluttiest outfit.
Mommy was wearing a tight-fitting black skirt that only went a few inches down her thighs and hugged so snugly on her ass that the shape of her fantastic ass cheeks nearly busted out at the seams. The skirt was so short that when Mommy had bent over to pull the meatloaf she had prepared for us out of the oven, her skirt rode up on her ass, and revealed her underwear-less shaved pussy. Mr. Donaldson had taken notice of this and instantly cast a guilty glance at Daddy, thinking he might be in trouble for sneaking a peek at Daddy’s wife’s pussy. But Daddy pretended to not notice anything.
Mommy was also wearing a nearly see-through blouse that showed off her red laced bra that held her gigantic breasts underneath and was open at the top in order to reveal a stunning cleavage. When Mommy bent over to serve Mr. Donaldson his food and wine, she made sure to stay bent over longer than necessary so Mr. Donaldson could see down her shirt, and also made sure to touch his shoulder in a suggestive way.
As we ate, Mommy sat across from Mr. Donaldson, giving him sexy flashes of her eyes, and more importantly, as Daddy had instructed her to do, play footsies with his cock. Of course, everyone at the table was aware as we ate, Mommy was rubbing her stocking-covered foot softly over Mr. Donaldson’s crotch, even though Mr. Donaldson thought this was a secret between only him and Mommy.
From time to time Mr. Donaldson would look nervously out of the corner of his eye at Daddy. He was wondering if Daddy had caught on to the fact that Daddy’s wife was playing with his cock with her toes. But Daddy continued playing his part to perfection, pretending to be completely oblivious, making small talk at the table, and eating his meal like nothing at all was happening underneath the table. Because he did nothing to stop Mommy from playing with his cock, it was clear Mr. Donaldson was enjoying all the attention he was getting from her. I felt like all of us were enjoying being in on the “secret” to be honest. Especially me and Maria who exchanged furtive glances at one another from time, trying not to laugh about what we knew was going on, and of course, where we knew that this was all leading.
After we finished with dinner Mommy went up to get some dessert, making sure to reveal her shaved cunny again as she bent over into the fridge to dig out ice cream and cake, When she came back to the table, she once again allowed Mr. Donaldson a great view of her tits as she bent over to serve him.
“I’m so glad you were able to come over Dan,” Mommy said to Mr. Donaldson as she sat back down in her chair after serving all of us.
Mr. Donaldson took a sip of his wine and gave another cautious sideways look at Daddy, and once again saw no signs of suspicion there. “Well, I’m glad you invited me,” he said. “Haven’t had a home-cooked dinner that good ever since Maria’s mother passed away.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Mommy said, “It’s probably tough being a single dad.”
“Well, I do what I can, and Maria and I get by alright. Right baby?”
“Mm-hmm,” Maria nodded with a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.
“You ever thought about remarrying?” Mommy asked.
“Well, I would like to, but I’m not sure I’m ready. I’ve been on a few dates, but nothing serious.”
“Booty calls, eh?” Mommy chuckled.
Mr. Donaldson didn’t respond. He only reddened.
“It’s a shame a man like you doesn’t have a woman to take care of him in his life,” Mommy continued. “You know, to help him with the hard things. I bet you sometimes it gets so hard.” Mommy was laying it on thick. But it seemed to be working and Mr. Donaldson seemed to like it.
Mr. Donaldson looked across the table into Mommy’s eyes, not hiding his lust for her, and beyond the point of caring about Daddy now. “Oh yes,” he said, “it does get hard.”
“I can feel it,” Mommy said just as lustily as Mr. Donaldson.
Mr. Donaldson took another sip of wine and met Mommy’s eyes.
Maria and exchanged knowing glances, it was time for us to leave and get ready for the next part of our plan to get her some daddy-cock.
“Hey, Maria,” I said, probably too loudly and happily, “remember that thing I wanted to show you on the computer?”
“Oh yeah,” Maria smiled. “I wanted to see that.”
I looked up at Mommy and Daddy. “Can we be excused?”
“Go on girls,” Daddy said to me with the same knowing smile I had just given Maria. “We adults will have to get by without you. Somehow.”
Maria and I got up from the table and went upstairs. We went to my parents’ room, which in reality was really my room now. Ever since I had been claimed by daddy-cock, I shared the master bedroom with Daddy while Mommy had taken up residence in my bedroom.
“Holy shit,” Maria said as we walked into the room, “I think this is going to work.”
“I think so too,” I said excitedly back. “C’mon.”
I motioned Maria to the bedroom closet. We both entered into it and closed the double doors of the closet in a way so that it was still left slightly ajar and we could peek out through the opening into the bedroom.
“Oh my God,” Maria whispered, “I’m so nervous. What if my dad gets mad?”
“He won’t be if he loves you,” I whispered back assuredly. “Daddy’s love to give their daughters daddy-cock, trust me.”
Then we heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the bedroom. I motioned Maria to silence and we both held our breaths expectantly as we peeked out through the closet opening. In the next moment, we saw Mommy and Mr. Donaldson enter the room and turn on the lights. Mommy was holding Mr. Donaldson’s hand and leading him to the bed.
“At first,” Mr. Donaldson said to Mommy, “I was kind of afraid about your husband finding out when I felt you massaging my cock under the table. But when the girls went off to Kayleigh’s room and he said you guys were swingers it suddenly made sense.”
“Oh yes,” Mommy said, “my husband and I have an open relationship. He likes it when I fool around with other men. It makes him so hot and me too. He’ll keep an eye out for the girls while you and I have some fun.”
Mommy and Mr. Donaldson reached the bed.
“Here,” Mommy pointed to Mr. Donaldson’s pants, “take these off.” Mr. Donaldson happily removed his belt buckle and slid down his pants and underwear. His dick was rock hard and standing at attention. Mommy then gently pushed Mr. Donaldson down so he sat on the edge of the bed. “So like you told me downstairs, you’ve never had a blowjob while being blindfolded?”
“No, can’t say that I have,” Mr. Donaldson responded.
I looked over to Maria with a smile. Through the limited light in the closet, I could see her smiling back at me. Mr. Donaldson being blindfolded was an essential part of our plan.
“Oh you’re going to love it,” Mommy said, “it makes it so much more pleasurable. It heightens the senses. Let’s use your tie as the blindfold.”
Mommy undid Mr. Donaldson’s tie and then carefully wrapped it around his eyes.
“You’re right,” Mr. Donaldson said with the tie wrapped over his eyes, “this is kind of exciting.”
“I knew you’d enjoy it. Now don’t move, I want to get something from the closet to help me play with my pussy while I blow you.”
“Take your time,” Mr. Donaldson replied.
Mommy then tip-toed her way to the closet door and motioned for Maria to exit. Maria took a deep breath like she was about to plunge into a pool and stepped out. She looked at her father then looked back at me and Mommy nervously. Mommy and I looked back at her encouragingly, giving thumbs-up signs. She nodded and mouthed the words “thank you” at us.
She awkwardly and nervously walked across the room and got down on her knees in front of her seated father and his erection. Then without another word, she took her dad’s dick in her mouth.
“Oh God,” Mr. Donaldson said, “that feels so good.”
Maria showed no signs of this being her first time as she bobbed her head up and down on her daddy’s shaft. Mommy and I looked at each other like proud parents. Before Mr. Donaldson had come over I had given Maria a brief tutorial on how to suck daddy-cock by blowing my Daddy in front of her. Naturally, I didn’t let her touch my Daddy’s dick because his dick was mine and mine alone, but I let her get on her knees next to me so she could see how to do it properly. I taught her how to deep throat, lick the shaft, the balls, and swallow spunk. From the looks of it, the brief lesson had paid off. She was applying all the lessons I had given her, deep throating and slobbering on her father’s dick like a cock sucking pro. I was so proud of her. By the moans and expressions her daddy was making, it looked like he was enjoying it too.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Mr. Donaldson moaned, ‘just like that.”
Up and down like a pogo stick, Maria bobbed over and over, deep throating and all.
“Shit,” Maria’s daddy said, “I need to face fuck you.”
Mr. Donaldson’s hands reached for the back of Maria’s head and he shoved her down his cock until her chin touched his balls. Then he grabbed the sides of her head and began thrusting his hips into his daughter’s face. Maria choked and gagged, but Mr. Donaldson didn’t care, he was too carried away in his own pleasure.
“Yeah, bitch, take that dick. Choke on that dick. That’s it.”
Mr. Donaldson’s hips picked up the pace and now they moved in a rapid blur as he pounded his cock in and out of his daughter’s face. Maria was a mess of spit and tears as her dad unknowingly skull fucked his own daughter’s mouth. Then Mr. Donaldson announced his orgasm.
“Holy shit,” he cried. “I’m going to cum. Cum right down your filthy whore throat. AH!”
He grabbed the back of Maria’s head and pelvic thrust his cock deep into her throat as he coated her esophagus with his seed.
“Yes! Yes! Swallow my load, slut. That’s it, feel my balls drain down your throat.”
With a final gasp, he released Maria’s head and fell backward onto the bed, panting and exhausted. Maria looked over at us. Her mouth and lips were covered in cum, her eyes watery and running with mascara. She looked like a well-used daughter. Again, Mommy and I gave thumbs-up signs.
Once Mr. Donaldson regained his breath, he sat back up. “That was wonderful. I wish I could do that every day.”
“You can do that every day if you want to, Daddy,” Maria responded.
Recognizing the voice, Mr. Donaldson snatched off the tie that had been blindfolding him. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened when he saw that the person he had just skull fucked was his own daughter. He just stared at her in a state of shocked silence.
“Surprise!” Maria smiled up at him.
“What the fuck?” he gasped. “Maria, wh-wha-what’s going on here?” He looked over and saw me and Mommy in the open closet. “You guys knew about this? You guys set me up?”
“You liked it didn’t you?” Mommy responded.
“Uhm,” Mr. Donaldson said without finishing his sentence.
“Yeah, Daddy, didn’t you enjoy fucking your girl’s mouth?”
Mr. Donaldson looked back at his daughter. Once again he didn’t know what to say.
“It’s okay if you liked it,” Mommy said as she stepped out of the closet and went to sit down next to Mr. Donaldson. “It’s perfectly natural and normal for a father to enjoy fucking his daughter. Don’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about it?”
Again, shame reddened Mr. Donaldson’s face. “Well, maybe, but I never thought -“
“You’d be able to fuck her,” Mommy finished his sentence and placed a hand on Mr. Donaldson’s bare knee. “Well you can and you should. It’s your right and duty as a father. Besides, this is what Maria wants. You wouldn’t want to deprive your daughter of something she wants would you?”
He looked down at his daughter. “Is this true, Maria?”
“So much so,” Maria beamed from on her knees. “Every time you brought home those sluts to fuck I’d rub my pussy to the sound of you fucking, secretly wishing it was me.”
“Oh baby,” her dad looked at her with fatherly love, “if only I had known sooner. Ever since you turned eighteen I started to notice how much of a beautiful woman you’ve become. I’ve even jacked off to the thought of fucking you. I thought it was just stupid fantasy, but to hear you say that all this time you’ve wanted it just as much as me means it can be something more than a fantasy.”
“You mean it, Daddy? You really will fuck me?”
He reached down, brought her to her feet, and hugged her. “Yes baby, I’ll fuck you every day if you want. I love you.”
It was so beautiful. A tear came to my eye. I could tell this was the beginning of another wonderful daddy-daughter romance.
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