No Pretending With Daddy, pt3

Dad and I fell into a good rhythm after that night. With mom having a schedule she *really* stuck to, it left nights open for daddy and I to have our fun. It was always the same, though. I would edge myself while he went back to bed with her, he would eat me through my panties, still uncomfortable with direct contact with my pussy, and I would suck him until he was ready to blow.

It was… comfortable. But it didn’t take long for me to want more. I was no stranger to porn, and had *plenty* fantasies I wanted to explore with my father. While I knew deep down that I wanted to take it so much further, I still hadn’t really admitted it to myself. Oral was enough for now, but I wanted to try it in different ways.

We had a family cruise planned for the end of the year, which afforded the opportunity to expand our fun. I had plenty bikinis, but my mom was never one to refuse an opportunity to get a couple more. Of course, where could we go in the midwest in late November for bikinis? Nowhere, but that’s where Amazon comes in.

The swimwear we ordered came in fairly quickly, and we had to try them on. The measurements were all accurate, but it’s more fun to actually try them on, especially when I could ‘*innocently*’ model them for daddy. We took turns, putting on a fun little fashion show for him, strutting our stuff in our new bikinis, wearing denim shorts or other covers like we would on our way to the beach.

Mom filled out her bikini tops, how could I not notice? The *one thing* I didn’t get from her were her tits, but daddy didn’t seem to mind. Thin green straps strained as they held her top in place, chewing into her shoulders as she strutted down the runway.

When it was my turn, I came out of the room with my new yellow bikini, the bottoms mostly hidden away under some unbuttoned jean shorts. The yellow fabric over my mound was visible between the open denim flaps, and I had the straps pulled up around my hips in a sly effort to seduce him. To my surprise, my mother gave my ass a slap when we passed, and my dad chuckled from his position on the couch.

My mind raced after the spank, and I was worried that she knew. I’d *been* worried of that since we started, but I was never really showing off for daddy in front of her. Not like this, not in such an obvious way. But, it’s not like she could really suspect us of anything, we’d been careful? My father offered an encouraging nod, seemingly reading my mind as I struggled to find a natural pace through the living room.

I stopped in front of him, checking the hallway to make sure mom wasn’t watching. She had gone into the bedroom to change into her next set, and I took the opportunity to give my father a little strip tease. Bending in front of him, giving him a little twerk, teasing my shorts down until my yellow bottoms were clearly visible for him, moaning softly when I felt his hands on my hips…

“No touching,” I teased, twirling out of his hands and playfully slapping his fingers.

He smirked at me, but hooked a finger into my still exposed bottoms. I giggled when he gave me a tug closer, following his hand and stumbling groin-first into him. My bare belly pushed into his face, and he didn’t back away from the contact. No, his eyes were on mine as he gave my flat tummy a kiss, and another wall of my own denial crumbled.

I wanted his cum inside me. Deep inside, his countless swimmers all hunting for an egg. The realization took my breath away while making my cheeks red, and I covered my mouth as I cleared my throat.

We *couldn’t* do that, even if we wanted to. Even if it was an option, we could *never* do that. The invasive thought was far too taboo, and we were both protected. I had birth control, he had a vasectomy, so there wasn’t really any possibility of… no possibility, and no risk? Apart from getting caught, he could fuck me all day, every day, dumping load after load into me, and never suffer a consequence.

I was walking back to the bedroom when the pieces fell into place. It was like watching a puzzle come together, revealing an image I’d refused to see. Something I’d thought about before, but never *actually* considered while sober of lust. He and I really *could* go all the way, and I would be completely safe.

My mother was just finishing getting dressed when I got into the room. She wasn’t bothering with anything over her violet two-piece, a sexy number that accented her curves and elegance. I stood next to her as she admired herself in the mirror, and she pulled me into a side hug. She said something about being so excited for our vacation, but I couldn’t help but appreciate her. It’s shallow, I accept it, but I was grateful to have good genes.

Ok, shallow moment over. How I failed to get even *half* of her bust is beyond me, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. She went back out into the hall, greeted immediately by an obnoxious catcall from my father, making me roll my eyes as I untied my bikini top. I stood topless in front of the mirror for a moment, wondering why. Why would my dad ever cheat on someone like my mom, with *me*? It didn’t make sense, she had *assets* I could only fantasize about, and looked damn good for her age. It’s something that still puzzles me, just as much as what we do behind her back troubles me.

I’m still really conflicted about all of this. Part of me wishes I had just slept through it, never found my dad masturbating beside me that night, or any other night. The pleasure he’s given, the things I’ve experienced, the way he makes me feel… I know I’ll never be able to quit. Maybe if I find a guy who can treat me like him, but I doubt I’ll find anyone better.

Ok, self loathing out of the way. For now. I tried on my second bikini, a sea blue top and bottom with thicker straps securing the patches to my body, nothing terribly spectacular. My parents both complimented the fit, making me blush and wave them away, but I let my hips sway a little extra when heading back to the bedroom to change.

The door opened after I’d pulled on my fleece pants of the night. I was still topless, expecting my mother as I turned. Instead, daddy was there, his eyes devouring me in a way that suggested I was going to be his again tonight. I hadn’t put on panties tonight, so if he was going to *devour* me like his eyes, he’d have to do it for real. The way I’d been satisfying him, with nothing between my dripping pussy, and his hungry mouth.

“Put that yellow top back on,” he told me, his voice arousingly stern. “Get a shirt over it for now, but I want you in your bikini tonight.”

He stayed in the doorway for a moment longer, looking at my half-nude form. And I let him. I picked up the small bikini top, pinching the strings in my fingers and holding it up for him, then let it fall to the floor.

“You don’t think it looks better there?” I asked with a smirk.

A grumble shook out of him, and I knew he wanted to do something then and there. Fuck, *I* wanted him to do something, too. More than just make me take him in his mouth, I wanted him to rip my pajama bottoms down, see the lack of panties, see how fucking wet I already was, and *have* me. Yes, I had finally accepted it myself, I wanted my father to be the one to claim his daughter’s virginity. Right there, that night, the next day, for Christmas, on the cruise, ringing in the new year, whenever he could, as soon as he could, I was ready.

Unfortunately, I would have to wait. Dinner was upon us, the pizzas had been ordered, new Stranger Things were available, and we had another season to get through in order to be fully caught up. I was trembling at the thought of edging myself on the chair again, my nipples so stiff they practically hurt, and fighting to keep the throbs hitting between my legs from showing.

He was gone before my lust-ridden mind could register it, and I let out the whimper I’d been holding. My legs nearly buckled when I forced myself to relax, so I sat on the foot of the bed to get a hold of myself. It was going to be a long, long night, and I doubted I could keep myself from cuming if I started that little game again.

After retrieving my bikini top and getting it back on, underneath a loose shirt this time, I joined my parents in the living room. Mom was getting our show pulled up on Netflix, and dad looked more than a little anxious. It could be easily blamed on waiting for the pizza, he isn’t the type that likes to wait for the delivery guy to show up. I giggled to myself at the memories of him standing at the door, looking like a nervous puppy waiting for their human to come back, and also because I knew that wasn’t *all* he was waiting for.

The night was pretty standard, really. Eating pizza, watching the show, pretending I wasn’t teasing myself under the big, fluffy blanket, nothing out of the ordinary. I had gotten pretty good at hiding the fact my fingers were getting me unbearably hot, but was definitely struggling by the time mom called it a night. A mercy, really.

She went back to the room, leaning over to kiss the top of my head, while dad cleared up the pizza boxes. He and I made eye contact when he came back into the living room from the kitchen, and the tension was unbelievable. I pulled the collar of my shirt to the side, revealing the thin yellow strap of my bikini, and he gave me that smirk that made me shiver, whispering as he walked by.

“Good girl,” he said softly.

It was enough to make my eyes flutter back as another throb nagged between my thighs. I moaned quietly for him, breathing it out as I melted into the chair. Every minute that passed while he was in the bedroom was sixty agonies, but I willed myself not to touch my ravenous pussy until he got back. And, when he did…

“Get up,” he grumbled from behind me.

I jumped at the sudden voice, but tossed the blanket aside as I got up. Kicking myself for not taking off my pants or shirt, I stood before him on shaky legs, trying to stand tall for him. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I felt his fingers tracing the strap of my bikini through my shirt.

“On your knees,” he instructed.

That was an easy command. I was already having a hard enough time staying on my feet, and nearly fell to my knees in response. As expected, he was rock hard under his shorts, but he grabbed my wrists when I tried to relieve him of that pesky barrier. It didn’t even occur that he hadn’t gotten to his knees for me yet, I was too focused on my need for his cock.

“Back, back, back, back…” he repeated, almost chanting as he walked forward, making me kind of crawl backwards.

Both of my wrists were restrained in one of his hands, held over my head when my toes touched the wall. He reached lower with his free hand, getting a fistful of my shirt and pulling it up as his crotch met my face, pushing the back of my head into the wall. The wall was cold against my bare back as my shirt climbed, and I kept my arms up when daddy released my wrists to get my shirt all the way off. With just my bikini covering my little tits, I let daddy take my wrists in his hand again as he grinded his groin into my face.

He teased me, asking if I wanted his dick. I moaned a wordless reply, nodding my head into his shorts, hoping they might fall all on their own. When they didn’t, daddy was nice enough to use his free hand to push them down, and his cock sprung up under my chin. The warmth of it made me shudder, and I whimpered desperately as I tried to wrangle it into my mouth.

“Give it a kiss,” he said, moving his hips back to help me with my task.

Of course, I did as daddy said. Kissing the girthy trunk of his cock, feeling his coarse hairs on my face, letting my lips kiss along his shaft as he pulled back, moaning like his good little whore until I felt his head with my lips. My lips parted when I got to that spongy bulb, mouth opening to invite him in, and he lunged at the opportunity. He stuffed himself into my mouth, deeper than I’d taken him before, nailing my head to the wall with his fat cockhead punching into my gag reflex.

I gagged around him, a muffled cough failing to make it out as he pushed harder. It was like he was trying to force himself into my throat, and my eyes were already watering when he finally relented. I gasped for breath around him, but put up no resistance when he started thrusting into me. Fucking my face, his heavy balls finding my chin every couple thrusts, I felt so fucking dirty.

My pants were getting wet as he used my mouth, and I could feel drool dripping off my chin and onto my chest. His cock punched the back of my throat, then retreated far enough for me to fight for another breath before stuffing into me again. I kept my lips sealed to him as much as I could, sucking on his dick with my hands restrained high over my head. His grunts were unbelievably hot, knowing that I was the one causing them, and I started following his retreating meat with my head to suckle his member even more.

The way he was fucking me, and how eagerly I was going with it had my head hitting the wall a little too hard. Not enough to cause pain or injury, but it was adding noise to our affair. He let my hands go after a little while, and stood still so I could finish him off a little quieter. I held his thighs with my hands, squeezing gently as I continued sucking and slurping, working his dick with just my lips and tongue. It was more than enough to get him there, but the first time he finished in my mouth.

I didn’t pull back, and neither did he. His cock seemed to expand just before the first throb, and I held still as his cock pulsed in my mouth. It kicked and spurted, each strong throb of his dick jolting across my tongue before gushing into the back of my throat. I nearly gagged again, I’m still not sure how I *didn’t*, but his warmth hitting the back of my tongue and spilling down my throat was *everything*. I knew it was what I was meant to feel, and I swallowed it all down as he unloaded into me.

With a belly full of daddy’s cum, he began to pull back. His hand found my head, fingers following the curve of my scalp as he pulled back. I kept up the pressure, hungry for every last drop as his meaty pole emerged from my lips, sucking and licking until his head popped out. And, *god,* I was *soaked*. He knew it too, and after taking a moment to breathe, he pulled me to my feet. I had to lean against him as we moved, but we didn’t go too far.

“Daddy’s turn,” he said simply.

He helped me onto the couch, with my butt barely on the cushion. My shoulders hit the backrest as I slumped back, nearly laying flat as he began pulling my baggy pants down. I tried to tell him, but no words would form on my sluggish, sticky tongue. He hadn’t ever seen me without panties, apart from that time we masturbated side-by-side, but that wasn’t a full-on view. The kind of view he was getting now, on his knees between mine, with my pants laying on the floor somewhere.

Still unshaved and natural down there, completely exposed right in front of his face. I was too nervous to hear what he said, but he leaned forward as my feet left the floor, and my heels hit his shoulders when his tongue touched me. Nothing between us, just his warm, wet, experienced tongue slithering around my folds.

It. Was. *Heaven.* I was cuming before he even touched my clit, but *that* contact sent me over the moon. My mind was gone, completely blanked out as I came on his face, gushing my approval of his lips against mine as he ate me. It wasn’t until I started to return to earth that I felt his big hand on my mouth, muffling what must have been loud screams based on my aching throat. He was still licking, still sucking, abusing my stiff little clit with his tongue as waves of euphoria danced through me.

All I could do was whimper and moan into his palm, gripping the cushions around me as I writhed on the couch. My knees were elevated over my chest, toes flexed on one foot, curled on the other, and every muscle was tense. His tongue dipped into me, wriggling me into madness as he pressed his face against my young pussy. I screamed into his hand as I came again, feeling and hearing the mess I was making as I squirted against his face.

He was a total beast, pushing me through far too many orgasms. His hand remained on my face the whole time, but his other took the time to explore. I didn’t resist him as he pushed my bikini up, groping my modest breasts and teasing my nipples. Electricity jumped through me, fanning the flames of the inferno that refused to let me get away from the edge. I was either riding the edge or falling from it, over and over until it began to hurt. Finally, when it felt like I really couldn’t possibly cum again, he pulled back.

His face and chest were *drenched*. There was no way he was getting to bed without a shower himself, but the look on his face suggested he wanted *more*. He let me collect myself on the couch, watching me spasm and convulse, my body wet and shimmering as I danced back to Earth. Were my eyes crossed, or did I just think they were? I couldn’t get my vision to focus on anything, nothing made sense, but everything was far too stimulating. My bones were bare to the world, and the fucker gave my overstimulated pussy a slap just to watch me squirm.

I would love to add more here. Convince myself and everyone humoring me enough to read this that we went further. That I at least sucked him dry again, but that was the end of our fun that night. It was back to our normal finish, with me stumbling my way to the shower to clean it all away, dad doing whatever it is that dad does to clean our mess up, and then bed. I do know that I was asleep by the time he joined us in bed. What does he do to clean up such a big mess, so well that mom still doesn’t know? Just how heavy of a sleeper *is* she? And, maybe most importantly, how bad will it be if she finds out?