Audrey's Birthday Present

(Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  My most sincere thanks to Xev Bellringer for the inspiration on Audrey’s outfit!  For the readers of my blog, I have provided pictures of Xev wearing the outfit that inspired me so that you may see what it actually looks like, and I must say that it’s the sexiest outfit on the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen!)

It was Audrey Jackson’s 18^th birthday, and she knew exactly what she wanted.  She wanted two presents for this very special of days, the day that she legally became an “adult.”  The first was going to be very easy to get because it was something simple and fairly inexpensive – a tattoo.  A butterfly “tramp stamp” tattoo, to be exact.  She had already made several trips down to the tattoo parlor to meet with the artist and had already decided on a design.  All she had to do was wait until she was old enough to get it, and that day was today.  The very first thing on her schedule for this special of days was to go down to the tattoo parlor and get it done, and even though it hurt more than she thought it would she was glad to have done it.  Even though the artist had said to leave it covered for at least a day, she couldn’t resist taking the bandage off after five hours to admire it, looking at it in the bathroom mirror with the help of her hand mirror.  She thought it was cute and sexy, and she loved it.  She was just glad it was summertime and school was out so she wouldn’t have to deal with the irritation and itching that would take place during the healing process.  She could wear short tops that left the new tattoo bare, which would not only aid in the healing but also allow her to show it off.

The second present was going to be a challenge to get, but Audrey had a feeling that she was up to it.  In fact, as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom after having just taken a shower and looked her naked body over, she was sure she would be able to get it.  She wanted a man, but not just any man – she wanted a specific man, and it would take all of her considerable charms and talents to get him.  And as she looked herself over in the mirror, she became more confident that she could pull it off. 

Audrey stood 5’7” tall with shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, high cheekbones, a pert and cute nose, and the most kissable lips in the neighborhood – not too big, not too small, just perfect for kissing.  She weighed 120 pounds, which gave her just enough meat on her bones to accentuate her curves without being fat.  Her belly was flat with a tapered waist, her legs were long and shapely, and her pear-shaped butt was the envy of every girl in the school.  But the feature that always got the most attention – and was the one she was counting on helping her obtain her second present – was her bust.  Audrey had very large bustline, with full, heavy breasts that sat high on her chest with very little sag, capped by pert nipples surrounded by pale areolas.  She was wearing a 36DD bra these days, and she hoped that she hadn’t finished growing yet.  She loved having big breasts for a number of reasons – she loved the way they felt in her hands, she loved how good it made her feel when she pulled on her own nipples and sucked on them, and she loved the attention it got her from every member of the male sex that she encountered.  Her looks had enabled her to have any man she wanted, and with her unusually high sex drive she wanted a lot of them.  A whole lot of them.

Audrey Jackson was the town slut, and she was damned proud of it.

She grinned at her reflection in the mirror, turning to look at her profile from both sides.  “With a body like this, there’s no way I can’t have the man I want today!” she said out loud.  She looked at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed and saw that it was late in the afternoon, and her father would be home soon.  She needed to be dressed and ready before he got home, so she ran over to her closet and started rooting through her clothes for just the right outfit, just the right combination of top and bottom that would help her get the man she wanted – the man she had wanted for at least two years, the man she had been teasing and taunting all this time, and the man she was going to fuck silly on her 18^th birthday come hell or high water.

The man was Cliff Jackson, her father.

Audrey had been working on seducing her father since she was 16 years old, giving him teasing glimpses of her figure in various outfits and bathing suits that had slowly grown to be more and more revealing as time went by.  She had no idea why she had such an extremely high sex drive, but she honestly didn’t care.  Her sex drive had kicked in as soon as she hit puberty, and it seemed that the bigger her tits got the bigger her sex drive became as well.  The sight of a virile man with a good body just pushed her button, and she had lost her virginity when she was 14 to a senior at the local high school.

And right now, the man who pushed her button the hardest was her own father.  She wasn’t quite sure when or why her sexual attraction to her father started, all she knew was that she desperately wanted to fuck him – needed to fuck him, actually.  After feeling like this for the past two years, she was ready to explode in a sexual frenzy and knew that the only cure for what ailed her was her father’s hard cock. 

She also had the feeling that she was very, very close to pushing her father over the edge.  At first he had averted his eyes away from her, telling her to ‘put some clothes on’ or ‘cover up for crying out loud’ or something like that.  But in the past few months she had noticed a change – he was no longer objecting to getting glimpses of her big tits bouncing around braless beneath her tight tank top, or her shapely ass wiggling as she walked around in her bikini or a skin-tight pair of shorts.  And he wasn’t looking away as quickly as he used to, either.  She even caught him shifting his cock in his pants one time, and she grinned at herself knowing that she had given him an erection. 

But the one thing that convinced her that today would be the day had happened just two days ago.  She was in the bathroom taking a shower, and since she was an only child and both her parents were out, she was the only person in the house so she had left the bathroom door halfway open.  As she was in the shower washing her hair, she turned around so the spray would be hitting the top of the back of her head to wash out the shampoo, and that’s when she saw it.  She only got a very brief glimpse, but she was absolutely certain that she had seen her father looking around the partially open door at her as she was in the shower.  When she came out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen with one towel wrapped around her body and another around her wet hair, her father was already there.  He glanced up at her as he said “Hi, Audrey,” but that was it.  He wouldn’t make eye contact with her and he was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, so Audrey was certain that he had been ogling her as she was in the shower.

So today was the day, and there was no power on earth that was going to stop Audrey from making her erotic dream come true.  She was going to fuck her father, and there was nothing he or anybody else could do to stop it.

It only took her a few minutes to settle on the outfit she was going to wear.  It was by far the sexiest, sluttiest outfit she had, and she was positive that there wasn’t a man on the face of the earth with a functioning cock that would be able to resist her.  She was planning on going out on the town tonight with some of her girlfriends to celebrate her birthday, but that was for later – after she had fucked her father.  She giggled with satisfaction at her selection and the plans she had for tonight, then started to get dressed.

Cliff Jackson pulled his car into the driveway, the garage door opening when he pushed the button on the opener hanging from the sun visor in the car.  He noticed that the garage was empty, indicating that his wife hadn’t gotten home from work yet, but that wasn’t unusual.  She was the office manager of the administration office at the local hospital, and sometimes her work kept her out longer than usual.  Apparently today was going to be one of those days, but it didn’t bother Cliff as he was used to it by now.  He also noticed his daughter’s Jeep Wrangler parked on the driveway extension to the side of the garage, telling him that she was inside.

In a way Cliff was glad she was here, but in a way he wasn’t.  His daughter was their only child and she was the apple of his eye, and he loved her with all his heart.  She had grown into a stunningly beautiful young lady who turned heads everywhere she went – including his.

‘No, scratch that,’ Cliff thought to himself, ‘she’s grown into one hell of a sexy woman!’ While Cliff was proud of the beautiful creature that Audrey had become, he was unsettled by two things.  The first was the way she had been acting around him for the last two years or so.  If he didn’t know better he would have sworn she was flirting with him, teasing him actually, wearing skimpy clothes around the house when her mother wasn’t there, hugging him a little too tight to press those big tits against his chest, things like that.

The other was his growing desire for her.  His sexual attraction to her had been increasing more and more as time went by (and her tits got bigger), and it was to the point now where he didn’t know what to do.  It didn’t help any that only two days ago he had come into the house unexpectedly and saw his sexy daughter in the shower.  She had left the bathroom door partially open and was washing her hair, so she didn’t see him as he stood in the gap, transfixed at the sight of her naked body.  The glass in the shower door was clear, so he had an unobstructed view of her full, heavy breasts as they swayed with her movements.  He had paused for only a few moments, but that was enough to give him a raging erection.  When Audrey came into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing only a towel wrapped around her, it was all he could do to hide the bulge of his hard cock.  He wasn’t sure if she’d noticed it or not; a part of him hoped not, but another part of him hoped she had.

Cliff Jackson was one conflicted man, no doubt about it.  And he had no idea what to do about it.

He also had no idea that the decision of what to do about it had already been made, and that Audrey had made it.

He parked his car in the garage and go out, pressing the garage door controller again to close the door.  He picked up a small git-wrapped box from the front seat and took it with him.  The box contained a pair of diamond stud earrings, a gift from Cliff and his wife to Audrey on her 18^th birthday.  His wife had gotten the same thing when she turned 18, and she wanted to give her only daughter the same gift.  Cliff thought it was an excellent idea and was more than happy to pick them up from the jewelry store on the way home.

He walked into the kitchen through the garage side door, tossing his keys and the small box on the counter as he walked past.  He paused to look at the stack of mail on the counter, then dropped it back down and walked out of the kitchen into the living room.

“Audrey?” he called out as he entered the living room.  “Audrey, are you here, honey?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m here!” Audrey’s voice came from her room down the hall.  “I’m just finishing getting dressed to go out tonight, and I want your opinion on my outfit, okay, Daddy?” she asked.

“Sure thing, honey,” Cliff replied.  He had almost forgotten that she was going out tonight, and deep inside he wished she was staying here.

“Just wait there, I’ll be right out!” she said.  Cliff walked back into the kitchen to fix himself a glass of iced tea; later on it would be bourbon and coke, but right now tea would have to do.

“So how do I look, Daddy?” Audrey said from behind him.  He turned to look, the glass of iced tea in his hand, and he almost dropped it when he saw her.  His mouth dropped open instead. 

Audrey was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, one hand resting on the doorsill slightly above her head with her other hand resting on her hip.  Her left leg was cocked in front of her, the knee slightly bent in what she knew was a provocative pose.  She was wearing a skin-tight red spaghetti-strap top that stopped about two inches above her navel, and peeking out from the top of the low cleavage was a black satin bra with gold lace trim.  The straps of the bra were also visible, but that somehow didn’t detract from the look of the top – actually, it only added to it.  The bra was a push-up bra, of course, so a considerable amount of cleavage was on display.  She was wearing a very short black open front long sleeve shirt over the shirt, and it was short enough so that it really was nothing but a couple of sleeves joined by the back.  The sleeves came down to the middle of her forearms and the edges only came about halfway around the side of her huge bustline, and it was just as tight as the red shirt she was wearing under it. 

Sitting low on her hips was a red skirt that stopped at mid-thigh and had four large ruffles on it so that it looked like four different skirts of different lengths worn one over top of the other, and it sat low enough on her hips to reveal a considerable amount of her flat stomach.  The support straps and top of what had to be a pair of panties that matched the bra were also visible, peeking out above the waistband of the skirt.  Below the skirt was a pair of black thigh-high nylons with lace tops, and to complete the outfit Audrey was wearing a pair of shiny black spiked heel shoes.  Cliff guess that the heels had to be at least four inches tall, and he wondered how she would be able to walk in them much less dance.

As soon as she saw his reaction to her ‘fuck me outfit’ as she called it, Audrey knew that she had him.  She smiled a big, wide smile as she turned to the right and then the left to let her father see her from both sides.

“Well, Daddy?” she said in her sexiest little-girl voice. “What do you think?”  Cliff took a big swallow of his iced tea before he replied, wishing it was bourbon instead.

“I think if you wear that outfit outside you’re gonna get raped,” he said, his voice slightly trembling.  He could feel his cock shifting in his pants and hoped that Audrey hadn’t noticed it, but she had.  She glanced down at the growing bulge in his trousers and smiled as she replied.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” she said softly, walking slowly over towards him, ducking her head down slightly and looking up at him from beneath her eyebrows, giving him her best ‘come fuck me!’ look.  “Besides,” she said, stopping close enough to him that her big breasts were only an inch away from his chest, “you can’t rape the willing!”

“Audrey, what…what are you saying?” Cliff stammered, caught totally off-guard by the brazenness of his daughter.  But he made no move to back away, something that Audrey noticed.

“What I’m saying is that I expect to get fucked in this outfit tonight, Daddy,” she said in a low, sultry voice, looking at him seductively as she spoke, “and I expect you to be the man who fucks me!”

‘It’s now or never!’ Audrey thought as she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, put a hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips down to hers.  She closed her eyes and parted her lips, feeling her big tits pressing against his chest as she pulled him close.  She kissed him long and deep, her lithe tongue snaking into his mouth to find his own, and she sighed into his mouth at the sensations racing through her.  Cliff resisted at first, making a feeble attempt to pull her arms from around his neck, but after only a few seconds of the intense, soul-searing and cock-hardening kiss she was giving him, he gave in.  He wrapped his arms around his daughter and pulled her close, mashing her breasts against him, and she pressed her pubic mound against him in response.  She could feel the hard lump of his cock pressing against her stomach, and she could feel her pussy getting wet.  Audrey pulled her father closer to him as the kiss continued.

When the kiss finally ended it left Cliff breathless and Audrey panting with desire.  He looked down into his daughter’s eyes as he spoke, his arms still around her and her arms still around his neck.

“Audrey, we can’t do this,” he said softly.  “This is so wrong, we just can’t do this!”

“Yes, we can, Daddy,” Audrey replied, looking into his eyes as she spoke, “and we’re going to!  I’ve wanted to fuck you for the past two years, and I’m not going to wait another minute longer, I don’t care how wrong people may think it is!”

“But Audrey…” Cliff began, and she cut him off.

“Tell me you don’t want this!” she said.  “Tell me you don’t want me, that you haven’t been dreaming about this for the longest time…tell me that, and we’ll stop right now. 

“But tell me that you want this, that you want me, and I’ll give you the best sex you’ve ever had!  I’ll fuck you harder and longer and better than anyone ever has or ever will – until you fuck me again, that is!” she said, the desire burning in her eyes.  When her father replied, it was exactly what she wanted to hear, and exactly what she was expecting.

“I want this…God help me, I want this!  I want you, Audrey,” Cliff said quietly.  She smiled up at him as he continued.  “I’ve wanted you for such a long time, but I never did anything about it because…”

“Because I’m your daughter,” she finished for him. 

“Yes, because you’re my daughter.”

“Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?”  she asked quietly, her arms still around his neck. 

“Yes, Audrey, I want to fuck you,” he replied softly.

“Good, because I want to fuck you, too, and right now that’s all that matters,” she said, smiling up at him.  “We’ll sort the rest of it out later!” she said, pulling his head down to hers once more.

The kiss that followed was just as hot as the first, and it only took a few seconds of her lips against his, her tongue dancing with his, her big breasts pushed into his chest, and her pussy pressing against his quickly-hardening cock for Cliff to give in to her completely.  He rand his hands down her back and grabbed her shapely ass with both hands, squeezing the firm globes hard as he pulled her closer to him.  Audrey moaned in his mouth as she felt his hands on her ass, and she slipped one arm from around his neck to slide her hand down his side and across the front of his hips to the bulge of his hard cock.  She rubbed the hard shaft with her palm a few times before closing her fingers around it, squeezing it firmly.  She was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from her father followed by a moan, and she felt her pussy flooding in response.

‘Yes!  I did it!  He’s mine now!’ she thought to herself, and she intensified both the kiss and the grip of her hand on his cock.

‘Oh my God, she’s hot!  Hotter than I ever imagined!’ Cliff thought to himself as his daughter squeezed his cock harder.  ‘I just hope I don’t cum in my pants before I get to fuck her!’

The kiss lasted for several more moments before Audrey finally broke it off, playfully biting her father’s lower lip and pulling on it with her teeth before she spoke.  When she spoke, her voice was a husky, erotic whisper.

“I want to taste you!” she said, looking her father in the eyes.  Audrey dropped down to her knees, quickly unfastening her father’s trousers and yanking them open before he could react.  She reached inside his boxers and grabbed his hard shaft, pulling it out and pushing his boxers down his cock and out of the way as she worked his balls free as well.  She gripped the hard, throbbing shaft tightly, eliciting a moan from her father, then pumped it several times.  A clear drop of precum emerged from the tip, and Audrey immediately clamped her full, soft lips around just the tip of his cock and sucked it into her mouth.  She flicked and ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, then slowly rotated her mouth around and around in small circles, the tip still sucked between her lips.  She looked up at her father as she did this, smiling as she saw he was watching her with rapt attention.  She sucked on the tip of his cock again, harder, and he could feel the precum being pulled out of his dick.  He moaned again in response.

Audrey then slid her mouth over the head of her father’s cock and down the length of his shaft, sucking nearly all of his length into her mouth in one smooth motion.  Cliff watched in amazement as she swallowed his cock, reaching up and grasping his balls with her other hand as she ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock.  She began moving her head up and down on his cock, sliding her mouth up and down the shaft in quick strokes, sucking and slurping sounds filling the room as she worked on him.  Cliff reached down and took her head in his hands, twining his fingers in her hair and then pulling her to him, forcing his cock as deeply into her mouth as he could.  Audrey looked up at him in surprise, her eyes wide.  She cried out in pleasant surprise, the sounds muffled by the mouthful of cock. 

“MMMPH!  MMMMMMPPHH!”  she exclaimed, placing her hands on the front of his thighs and pushing in response to being choked with his cock.  Cliff held her in place for a few moments, then began pushing and pulling on her head, sliding her mouth up and down on his cock in strong, forceful movements.  He had no way of knowing it but his daughter loved being face-fucked, and she could feel her pussy flooding as he did it to her.  He pulled her head to him once again, holding it there with his cock buried inside Audrey’s mouth and throat as she swallowed around his cock, her back arching as she was gagged by the thick shaft buried deep in her throat.  When he took his hands from her head Audrey pulled her mouth from his cock, sitting back onto her haunches and gasping for breath, long strands of saliva running from her mouth to his cock.  Her eyes were watering and she was grinning as she fought for breath.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, panting several times before continuing.  “How long have you been wanting to do that to me?  I love it, Daddy, I love it!” she exclaimed, reaching up and grasping his wet cock with her hand and pumping it.  “Do it again, Daddy, do it again!  Face-fuck me again!  Face-fuck your slutty daughter, shove your cock into my mouth and MMMMPH!” she exclaimed as her father did just that, grabbing her head and forcing her mouth down onto his cock again, cutting her off mid-sentence.  She slapped her hands onto the front of his thighs again for support, pushing against them as her father did exactly what she asked.  She cried out in delight again and again as he gripped her head in his hands, forcing her mouth up and down the length of his turgid cock, the saliva running down his shaft and over her chin to fall onto the kitchen floor.

Audrey’s pussy was on fire by now, and as her father continued to brutalize her mouth she reached down between her legs and slid her fingers inside her panties, sliding them inside her sopping wet pussy.  She moved them furiously in and out of her tunnel, rubbing her clit along the way, and the scent of her musk filled the room.  She came quickly, crying out around the hard cock filling her mouth, and she cried out again as her father came inside her mouth.  He moaned loudly and pulled her head into his groin as his cock exploded, holding it there as stream after stream of hot, thick cum exploded out of his cock and into Audrey’s throat.  She swallowed as fast as she could, but between the intensity of her own orgasm and the force of the cum being shot into her mouth she couldn’t get all of it.  She squeezed her eyes shut tight as the waves of pleasure crashed through her pussy, radiating up through the rest of her body as her father’s cock pumped and throbbed in her mouth, the cum dripping out of the sides of her mouth and running down her chin. 

When she reached the point where she thought she would pass out from the intensity of the combined orgasms she felt hers begin to fade, just as the throbbing of Cliff’s cock in her mouth also began to ebb.  It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and Audrey fell back onto her haunches again as Cliff released her head from his hands.  They were both panting and gaping for breath, Audrey’s lips and mouth glistening with a wet mixture of her spit and his cum, Cliff’s cock glistening with the same mixture, a thin rope of cum and spit dripping from the tip.  She looked up at him and smiled, still panting for breath, as he looked down at her.  He leaned back against the kitchen counter for support, a smile forming on his face.

“Holy shit, Daddy!” she exclaimed, smiling broadly up at him.  “That was fuckin’ hot!”

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” her father said, agreeing with her.  He would feel guilty about face-fucking his own daughter later, right now he was still on a sexual high, and the testosterone was raging.  He hadn’t felt like this since before Audrey was born, and he liked it. 

Loved it, actually.  His wife’s sex drive had all but vanished after Audrey was born, and he couldn’t remember the last time they’d even had sex, much less done anything even remotely kinky.  Cliff had years of sexual frustration and energy pent up inside him, and his daughter had just uncorked the bottle and let the genie out to play.

“You’re still hard!” Audrey said, looking down at his cock.  Cliff looked down also, and sure enough, his cock was still rock-hard and throbbing, standing out from his body like a telephone pole.  He looked up at Audrey as he spoke.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked, and Audrey nodded quickly in agreement, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m thinking you need to fuck me with that big, hard cock of yours, Daddy!” she replied, and Cliff nodded back at her.  She got up from the floor and stepped over to him, throwing one arm around his neck and kissing him deeply as she grabbed his still-throbbing cock with her hand.  Her tongue danced with his as she pulled and tugged on his cock, and she gasped as her father slipped his hand down the front of her soaked panties and cupped her mound.  She was sopping wet, and she moaned again when he slipped two fingers inside her wet tunnel.

Cliff was amazed at how good his daughter’s pussy felt in his hand, and for some reason he wasn’t surprised to discover that her pussy was shaven smooth.  But he was more than a little surprised when he felt her clamp down on his fingers with her inner muscles, and he could only imagine how that would feel when she did it to his cock.  He slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, thumbing her hard little clit and making her jump, as she pumped and tugged on his cock.  His cock was producing precum like a river, and his cock was slippery in her hand in no time. 

“I think it’s time you fucked me, Daddy!” she gasped, finally breaking off the kiss.

“I think so, too!” he replied. 

“Right here,” she whispered, still out of breath.  “Bend me over the counter and take me, Daddy!  Fuck me hard from behind like the little slut I am and cum inside my pussy!”

Without a word Cliff turned them around so that he was facing the counter and Audrey had her back to it.  He grabbed Audrey by the upper arms, spun her around, then put a hand on her back between her shoulder blades and shoved her upper body forward, bending her over the counter.  Audrey cried out in surprise as she slapped her hands palms-down onto the counter to brace herself, then looked over her shoulder and smiled.  Cliff flipped her skirt up around her hips and pulled the soaked crotch of her panties aside, then moved into position behind her.  He grasped his throbbing cock with his hand and rubbed the head up and down between her sopping wet outer lips, spreading her slick juices over the head of his cock before placing it at the opening of her pussy. 

“Give it to me, Daddy!” Audrey said, looking over her shoulder at him.  “Shove that hard cock inside my tight little pussy and fuck me!”  She wiggled her ass on the head of his cock, and that’s all it took.  Cliff grabbed her by the hips and thrust forward, driving his cock deep into her pussy in one thrust.  Audrey cried out in surprise and pleasure, leaning forward on her elbows on the counter and pushing her ass up to give him better access to her tunnel. 

Audrey’s pussy was incredibly wet, incredibly hot, and incredibly tight around Cliff’s cock, and he held it in place deep inside her for a moment to savor the sensations rippling through him.  Audrey closed her eyes, tossed her head back and moaned as she adjusted to his cock inside her, and Cliff jumped a bit when she clamped down on it with her inner muscles. 

“Oh my God, your cock feels so good inside me, Daddy!” she moaned, looking back at him over her shoulder.  “Now please, please, please fuck me!” she pleaded, gripping his cock with her pussy as tightly as she could.

Gripping her hips tightly in his hands, Cliff began thrusting his cock in and out of Audrey’s tight, wet pussy in long, even strokes, pushing forward hard and driving his cock as deeply into her tunnel as he possibly could.  It only took two or three strokes for her pussy to adjust to his length inside her and let him penetrate her until the head of his cock bumped against the end of her tunnel, and Audrey felt his balls slap against her clit as he drove his cock into her.  The speed of his thrusts rapidly increased as Cliff gave himself over to the lust which filled him, and in less than a minute he was pounding his cock in and out of his daughter’s pussy hard and fast.

“OH!  OHH!  AUGH!  MMM!” Audrey cried out in time with his strokes as he fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her in long, deep strokes.  There was nothing on the counter for her to hold on to, so Audrey was being tossed around like a rag doll as her father pounded his cock in and out of her pussy. 

“Yes!  Oh!  My!  God!  YESS!” she panted in time with his thrusts, her hair flying as her head bobbed around with the force of the fucking Cliff was giving her.  She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, smiling as her father fucked her just as she had wanted – hard, deep, and fast.

Cliff continued fucking her hard and fast, looking down and watching as his slippery cock slid in and out of her wet pussy.  The globes of her ass rippled with every thrust against them, and the squeezing of her muscles around his cock was beyond anything he had ever felt before.  He was panting for breath by now, the sweat rolling down his back, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he would be cumming inside his daughter’s pussy.  The sounds and smells of sex filled the kitchen, adding to Cliff’s excitement. 

Cliff felt the familiar tingling in the base of his balls, and knew that he was about to cum.  He was moving too fast for Audrey to feel it, so he told her what was about to happen.

“I’m gonna cum, baby!” he gasped, his thrusts quickening as his orgasm approached.

“Do it, Daddy!” she cried in return.  “Do it…fill me up….MMM…cum inside…cum inside me!” she gasped in time with his strokes.  That was all Cliff needed to set him off.  He felt his cock widen and his balls contract as his orgasm quickly built.

“Here it comes!” he gasped, and then his orgasm hit.  He cried out and groaned in ecstasy as his cock exploded inside Audrey’s pussy, shoving his hips forward hard as the first blast of cum erupted out of his cock and shot deep into her.  He pulled back and thrust forward again, yanking her towards him with his hands on her hips, impaling her onto his cock as it spurted another stream of hot, thick cum into her waiting pussy.  He did this again and again as his cock blasted stream after stream of cum inside her, and as he thrust forward for the second time Audrey’s own orgasm broke.  

She cried out loud and long as her orgasm shot through her, pushing her ass back against him and squeezing his pumping, throbbing cock with her pussy as hard as she could to milk every last drop of cum from his balls.  She squeezed her eyes closed and grimaced as wave after powerful wave of pleasure ripped through her body, and through it all she could feel her father’s cock pumping his seed deep into her. 

Cliff thrust deep and hard into her one last time and held it there as the last spasms of his orgasm ran through him and his cock spit the very last of his cum into her.  He gripped her hips tightly as he held her against him, and he could feel her pussy fluttering around his shaft as her own orgasm ran its course.  The pulsing in his cock finally stopped, his orgasm spent, and he released Audrey’s hips from his grip.  She fell forward onto the counter, gasping and panting for breath, her hair tousled from the fucking she had just endured, and laid her head on her forearms as she tried to catch her breath.  Cliff was also panting like he’d just run a marathon, but he was in no hurry to pull his now-softening cock out of Audrey’s pussy.  It had been a very long time since he’d felt anything like this, and he wanted to savor the moment.

And in the back of his mind he realized that this wasn’t going to be the last time he felt this.  Much to his surprise, he didn’t feel bad about it, either.  He put his hands on top of Audrey’s ass as it was pressed against him and rubbed gently, causing Audrey to stir.  She lifted her head and looked back at him, smiling.

“Holy crap, Daddy, you fucked the hell out of me!” she said, smiling back at him.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asked, smiling back.  He hadn’t felt this confident, this manly, in longer than he could remember – and it felt good!

“Yes, it was!” she replied.  “But it sure took you long enough!”

“Well, now that the ice has been broken I don’t think you’ll have to wait very long before it happens again!” he replied.

“Damn right I won’t!” she exclaimed, grinning over her shoulder at him.  “Let me clean you up, Daddy!” she said as she lifted herself up from the counter.  Cliff took a step backwards, his cock slipping out of her, and Audrey quickly spun around and dropped to one knee in front of him.  She sucked his semi-soft, cum-covered cock into her mouth and sucked the fluids from the shaft, swallowing it all.  She licked the underside of his shaft and the front of his balls to get it all, then sucked his cock into her mouth one more time to finish the job.  When she was finished she stood up in front of him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smiling at him.

“You taste good, Daddy,” she said, her eyes sparkling. 

“Thank you, baby!” he said, kissing her on the cheek.  “So when do I get to taste you?” he asked, much to Audrey’s surprise and delight.

“As soon as I can make that happen, Daddy!” she said, smiling broadly at him.  “But right now I’m going to go fix my hair and put on a fresh pair of panties, because I’m still going out to celebrate tonight!” she said, smoothing her skirt down over her hips and tugging her shirt back into place.  Then she stepped in close, putting her arms around his neck as she continued, her voice a sultry whisper.

“And when I’m out dancing tonight, I want you to remember that I’ll be doing it with a load of your cum in my belly and pussy!” she said.  She kissed him briefly, her lips soft against his, then slipped out of his arms and turned to walk out of the kitchen and down the hall to her room.  She returned ten minutes later, and by that time Cliff had moved into the living room and sat down in the chair next to the couch.  Audrey walked over to him and held her fist out to him, palm down.

“Here, Daddy,” she said, smiling down at him.  Her hair was perfect and her outfit was flawless.  You never would have known what had happened a short ten minutes earlier.  Cliff held his hand out palm up, and Audrey dropped her damp panties into his hand, then leaned over to kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear.

“Something for you to think about while I’m gone!” she said, nipping on his earlobe before she stood up.

“I have something for you, too,” Cliff said, “although it’s not quite the same thing!”  He pulled the small box with the earrings in it and handed it to her.  “Happy birthday, baby!” he said, smiling.  Audrey unwrapped the box and opened it, then gasped with delight as she saw the diamond earrings inside.

“Oh, Daddy, they’re beautiful!” she said, smiling from ear to ear.  She reached up and pulled the hoop earrings from her ears, replacing them with the diamond studs.  “How do they look?” she asked when she had put them both in.

“Like a million bucks!” Cliff replied.  “Like the sexiest woman on the face of the planet,” he finished.  She smiled down at him and then leaned over to kiss him, her tongue touching his just briefly before she stood back up.  Then she turned and headed towards the door, stopping when she got there to turn and look at him.

“Thank you for my birthday presents, Daddy,” she said, grinning at him.  “Both of them!”

“My pleasure, baby!” Cliff replied, meaning it.  “I love you, Audrey.  Please be careful tonight, okay?”

“I will, Daddy, and I love you, too!” she replied, and then she was gone.  Cliff looked at the closed door for a minute, then looked down at the damp panties he held in his hand.  He held them to his nose and inhaled, breathing in the musk of her sex, and he smiled as he thought of the things to come.

Fini.

Webcam Stunt Cock

This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Zoey had been my best friend for most of my life.  I know it’s unusual for a guy to have a girl as a best friend, but that’s the way it worked out.  We grew up in a small town together, went through grade school and then high school together, and were now going to the same college in the state capital together.  While we were growing up we were inseparable and everyone in our small town thought we were doing the wild thing, but the truth is weren’t.  We’d had many candid – very candid – conversations about anything and everything, and that includes sex.  Once we both hit puberty and became interested in the opposite sex our conversations went in that direction on occasion, but we had never thought of expressing our newfound interest in sex with each other.  Most of the conversations that included sex were either about the guy she was dating or the girl I was dating, and by this time we were to the point where we could and did talk about anything and everything.  I guess by that time we were so solidly entrenched as best friends that the thought of the two of us having sex just never crossed our minds.

Never crossed her mind, that is, because it had certainly crossed mine.  Zoey was a real beauty, and any man would have to be blind not to notice her and have carnal thoughts about her.  She was a brunette with light brown shoulder-length hair, about 5’5” tall, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, with the absolute prettiest and cutest face in the entire town.  She also had a tight, lean body that was the envy of most of the girls in town and that would make any red-blooded male take notice.  Her legs were shapely, her stomach was flat and firm with a tapered waist that was close to be an “hourglass,” and her breasts were full and round, sitting proudly on her chest.  If I had to guess I would have guessed she was maybe a “C” cup, certainly not any bigger than that.  I had seen her in a bikini many times over the years and had always admired her.  Hell, any man would! 

But as much as I desired her, the thought of making a move on her never crossed my mind.  I valued our close friendship too much to ever do that, so I kept my feelings and desires locked away.  By the time we reached college our friendship was such that both of us would do absolutely anything to help the other out, and the last thing I wanted to do was change that. 

Our friendship continued once we got to college, although we didn’t get to see as much of each other as before because our class schedule and homework load kept us pretty busy.  But whenever we did get together it was just like we were back home, and that was a good feeling that I think the both of us needed.  Both of us were way too busy as freshmen to worry about dating, so we were both unattached throughout most of our freshman year.  Sure, I’d gotten laid a few times as I’m sure Zoey did too, but neither of us had a serious or even steady relationship going on.  Whenever either of us had a free evening or afternoon on the weekend one of us would pick up the phone and call the other, and shortly after that we’d be at one of the many bars or restaurants in the area, drinking and eating, and just enjoying the evening.  This was a college town and college students stay up all night, so most of the bars and restaurants in the area stayed open until around 2AM, so it wasn’t unusual for one of us to call the other late in the evening for a quick meal or a drink.

So I wasn’t surprised when my cell phone rang late one Saturday night around midnight.  I looked over at the phone lying on the desk next to me, and I smiled when I saw Zoey’s picture and number come up on the caller ID.  I picked it up and touched “answer” on the screen, then placed it to my ear.

“Hey, Zoey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Hi, Bo, are you busy right now?”  “Bo” was short for “Bocephus,” her nickname for me.  I’m a huge Hank Williams Jr fan, so once I got into his music she started calling me by his father’s nickname for him – “Bocephus,” or “Bo” for short.

“No, I’m not.  Just sitting here doing some late-night studying,” I lied, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arm over my chest.  I had started out studying but it had turned into watching internet porn.  I was watching my favorite internet star, a woman from California who did POV porn with the help of her husband, the lucky son of a bitch.  At the moment I was sitting in my chair in my boxers sporting a pretty good stiffie on account of her and wishing that I was her husband.

“Good!  Then put your pants on and get over here, I need your help with something and I need it right now!” she said, the urgency in her voice evident.

“How did you know…” I started to ask, genuinely surprised.

“Because I know you, that’s how,” she replied.  “So turn off the porn, put your pants on and get over here!”

“Sure, Zoey, sure, but what’s going on?  What’s wrong?” I asked, standing up to get my jeans off of my bed where I had tossed them.

“Nothing’s wrong, so don’t worry about that,” she said, putting my mind somewhat at ease. 

“So what is it?” I asked, propping the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I stepped into my jeans.

“I’ll tell you when you get here.  Now hurry up!” she said, and the phone went dead.  I stopped and held the phone out in front of me, staring at it for a moment before dropping it on the bed to finish putting on my pants and then slipping on my leather deck shoes.  Then I picked up the phone and slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans and headed out.  Ten minutes later I was knocking on the door of Zoey’s room, which opened almost immediately.

“Good!  You’re here!” Zoey said, grabbing me by the arm and literally dragging me into the room, closing and then locking the door behind me.

“Well, hello to you, too, Zoey,” I said, more curious and anxious about what was going on than miffed about the abrupt and impersonal greeting.  I couldn’t help but notice that Zoey was wearing nothing but a white tank top that was tight enough to show that she wasn’t wearing a bra, a pair of black bikini panties and nothing else.  I’d seen her in skimpy outfits like this before so this was nothing new – like I said, we were the best of friends and didn’t hide anything from each other.  But I’d be both crazy and a liar if I said that I didn’t notice and didn’t feel it in the base of my balls, especially when I saw that her nipples were hard and poking against the thin fabric of the tank top.  She turned and leaned against the back of the door as she spoke, her hands behind her butt.

“Thank you for coming over so quickly, Bo, I really appreciate it!” she said, smiling what I recognized as a nervous smile.  In all the years I’d known her I’d never seen her nervous before, so this was a first.

“So what’s going on, Zoey?” I asked, concerned even more since I knew she was nervous.  “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Bo, really,” she said, smiling a nervous smile up at me. 

“Then what?” I asked, holding my hands out palm up in a questioning gesture.  “What is it?”

“I need your help with something,” she said, hesitating for a moment before continuing.  “I need you to do something for me – with me – to me, actually,” she said, totally confusing me.

“Like what?” I asked.  She continued to look at me as she swallowed hard, then took a deep breath before she answered – and there was no way in hell I could ever have been prepared for what that answer was.

“I need you to give me a facial, Bo,” she said.  My mouth fell open and I just stood there for a moment before speaking, and when I did I stammered because of my surprise.

“You…need me to…what?  A facial?”  I asked.  “Do you mean…”

“Yes, Bo, that’s exactly what I mean,” Zoey replied, never taking her eyes from mine.  “I need you to cum on my face!”

“But…okay, I mean, but…but why?”  I asked.  She took another deep breath before answering.

“I’m a webcam model, Bo,” she said, stepping closer to me and looking up into my eyes.  “I have a private broadcast in about ten minutes with a patron who has paid me in advance to be able to watch me get a facial, and since I work solo that really put me in a bind.  But the money was way too good to pass up, so I I said yes.  You’re the only person I know that I trust enough to do this.  I also knew that you wouldn’t let me down,” she said, pausing for a moment before continuing.

“You won’t let me down, will you, Bo?” she asked, stepping in close.  “You’ll do this for me?  With me?”  She looked deep into my eyes as she spoke, and there was a look there that I’d never seen before.  Soft, subtle, intense…was it desire, or hope?  I wasn’t sure and didn’t have the time to think about it.  All I knew was that not only was I being given the chance to help out my best friend in the entire world, I was also being given the chance to live out what had been one of my secret fantasies about Zoey ever since I’d hit puberty.  I reached out and grasped her by the upper arms with both hands as I replied.

“Of course I will,” I replied, looking back into her eyes.  “You’re my best friend, I’d do anything for you, no matter what.”  She broke out into a big grin and then wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight.  I hugged her right back.  The thought that something sexual was finally about to happen between us coupled with feeling her body pressed to mine made my cock shift in my boxers.

“Thank you, Bo!  I knew I could count on you!” she said as we hugged.  After a too-brief moment of this she stepped back and turned to walk over to her desk where the computer was.  I noticed the web camera set up next to it, and also noticed that it was pointed at her bed.  She pulled out the chair and sat down in front of the computer, reaching for the mouse.

“Well, if you had a boyfriend then he could do it for you – or to you, rather,” I said, walking over to her bed and sitting down. 

“But I don’t have a boyfriend – I have you!” she replied, making me smile.  She put her hand on the computer mouse, moved it a bit, then clicked on something.  She typed in what I assumed was her screen name and password on what I correctly assumed was the webcam service, then turned in the chair to face me.

“There’s another reason I called you, Bo,” she said softly, “another reason why I need someone I know I can truly trust.”  She paused, looking down for a moment, before looking back up at me and continuing.

“You see, Bo, I’ve never done this before.  I mean, I’ve never had a facial,” she said.  “I’ve never liked or trusted any of the guys I’ve slept with enough to let them do that, so you’ll be the first.” 

“Then that makes two of us,” I said, my voice faltering just a bit.  “I’ve never cum on a girl’s face before.  Never had a girl who either wanted it or who would let me.  The one time I brought it up the girl freaked out, and I never heard from her again.  So that kind of put me off on asking, you know?”

“So I’m asking now, Bo,” Zoey said, looking directly into my eyes.  “Would you please give me a facial?” 

“Absolutely.”  She smiled at me, then got up from the desk chair to give me a quick kiss on the lips, placing her hands on the tops of my thighs for balance as she leaned in for the kiss.

“Thank you, Bo, I knew I could count on you!” she said, grinning from ear to ear.  She straightened up as she continued.  “It’s almost time for the private show to start, so you’d better go into the bathroom and get ready,” she said, walking back over to the computer and sitting down once again.

“What do I need to do?” I asked.

“Take off your shirt and underwear, then put your jeans back on.  Oh, and take off your belt, too.  One less thing for me to have to work my way through to get to your…well, you know!” she said. 

“I understand taking off my underwear, but why my shirt?” I asked.  The answer made perfect sense.

“Because guys don’t like to see clothing getting in the way of the action,” she replied, typing on the keyboard to bring up her account.  The she turned in the chair to look at me and said, “Now get your ass in there and get ready!  It’s almost show time!”

“Yes, ma’am!” I said, getting up from the bed and heading for the bathroom. 

“Oh, and one more thing,” Zoey said, still turned in her chair.  “Don’t say anything, and I mean not a word, not a sound.  If you have to moan when you cum that’s okay, but other than that you have to be completely silent, okay?”

“Sure, but why?” I asked.

“Because whoever is watching will be fantasizing that it’s them and their cock on the screen, and if you talk it will break the moment and ruin it,” she replied. 

“Oh, okay, that makes sense,” I said, then went into the bathroom to get ready.  It only took a couple of minutes and when I came out, Zoey was already online and talking with her patron.  She glanced over in my direction very briefly, then dropped her hand out of camera view to point at a spot about two feet away from her chair.  Without making a sound I walked over to the spot and stood.  My cock was semi-hard already just by the thought of what was about to happen. 

“Well, I’m just about ready here,” she said to the web camera.  She couldn’t see the face of the guy on the other side of the camera, and for me I guess that was just as well.  Knowing that someone else was watching live was bad enough, I didn’t want to have to see the guys’ face as I was blowing my load all over my best friend’s face.

‘I’m getting ready to blow my load all over my best friend’s face!’ I thought to myself.  At that moment it hit me what I was really about to do, and it both excited and confused me at the same time.  But I didn’t have the time to dwell on it as Zoey was ready to get things rolling.

“Just let me move over to the bed and get the camera repositioned, and then we’ll get down to business!” she said.  She got up from the chair and moved over to the bead, taking the webcam her.  Just as she was positioning the camera on the edge of the desk to get a clear shot of her bed, a ‘Ding!’ came from the computer.  I looked over at the screen and saw the message box under the live picture of what Zoey’s camera was broadcasting.

‘Okay, whenever you’re ready!’  Zoey chuckled as she replied.

“The question is, are you ready?” she asked, teasing the guy.

Ding!

‘YES!’

“Do you have your cock out?” Zoey asked, her voice dropping an octave and taking on a sultry tone I’d never heard before.  It made my own cock twitch.

Ding!

‘YES!’

“Are you stroking it for me?” she asked.  I suddenly realized that Zoey was good at this – VERY good – which meant she had been doing this for a while.  Just how long I had no idea, but I intended to find out when this was all over.

Ding!

‘YES!’

“Then let’s get started!” she said in that same sultry tone.  She looked over at me and nodded, and I moved over to stand in front of her as she was sitting on the bed. 

My heart was beating a mile a minute as she reached up and ran her hands over the bulge of my semi-erect cock through my jeans.  I jumped a bit at her touch – we were breaking really new ground here and I was still unsure of how to act.  She looked up at me and smiled a hot, sultry, seductive smile, winking at me with her eye that was away from the camera so the other guy wouldn’t see it.  She squeezed the bulge of my cock gently, still looking at me and smiling.  She was completely “in character” now, fully ensconced in her webcam model persona, and the nervousness I had seen when I first came in had vanished.

She looked down at my crotch as she deftly unfastened my belt, and then immediately unfastened my jeans and pulled the zipper down.  Without missing a beat she grabbed the top of my jeans and pulled them down my legs, my semi-hard cock popping out and almost bopping her on the nose.  She looked at my cock for the first time and paused, and I saw a smile creep across her face.  She looked up at me with wide, admiring eyes and silently mouthed the word ‘wow.’  I’m no John Holmes or anything like that, but I’m no Pee Wee Herman either.  I don’t know if she was surprised by the size and shape of my cock or by my clean-shaven balls, but at that point in time I didn’t really care.

Keeping her eyes locked onto mine, still smiling at me with her mouth slightly open, she slid her hand up my thigh and over my balls to my cock.  She wrapped her fingers around it and gripped it firmly, pumping it slowly as she kept her eyes on mine.  I felt the shaft harden quickly, getting thicker and longer in her hand.  She looked down at my hardening cock for a moment, then opened her mouth, leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth.

I gasped as her warm, wet mouth closed around the head of my cock, her tongue pressing against the underside as she applied suction.  She gripped my hardening shaft tighter, pumping it as she slid her other hand up to my balls.  She squeezed and kneaded them for a moment, then moved the hand around my cock out of the way as she slid her mouth all the way down my shaft, her nose bumping against my abdomen.  She ran her tongue up and down the underside of my cock and then sucked hard, sucking my cock to full hardness in her mouth.  She had to slide her mouth back up my cock as it quickly grew, and in less than a minute I was rock-hard and solid, my cock throbbing in her mouth.  She gripped the base of my cock in her hand again and squeezed, hard, slipping her mouth back until just the head of my cock was trapped between her soft, sucking lips.  She sucked hard, and I could feel the precum being drawn out of me.  She looked up at me and smiled around my cock, flicking the tip of her tongue against the slit at the tip.

Then she began working on me in earnest, sliding her mouth up and down the length of my shaft, sucking on it, pumping it in her hand, squeezing and kneading my balls in her other hand as she did so.  In a matter of moments my cock was wet, shiny, and slippery with her saliva, and the slurping, erotic sounds of great oral sex filled the room.  I glanced over at the webcam sitting on the end of the desk, noticing the little red light glowing on the top, and hoped the guy on the other end was enjoying the show because I sure as hell was enjoying what Zoey was doing to me to give it to him!

“Mmmm!  Mmmm!” she moaned over and over again as she slid her wet, sucking mouth up and down the length of my shaft.  She slipped her mouth off of my shaft with a slight ‘pop,’ then sighed loudly as she ran the flat of her tongue up the underside of my shaft, licking it hard, a string of shiny saliva stretching from the tip of my cock to her bottom lip when she finished.  She licked my shaft again in the same way, this time sliding her mouth around the head as she got to the tip and immediately sliding her mouth all the way down my cock to the base, burying my shaft in her mouth and throat.  I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat, and she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me towards her to shove my cock as deeply down her throat as she could.

She gagged a little, her back arching and a small cry coming from her as she forced my cock down her throat, but she kept her grip on my ass to keep my cock buried down her throat.  She stayed like that for several long moments before pulling away, sliding her mouth from my cock and leaning back, placing her hands on the mattress behind her for support, her mouth open as she gasped for air, her lips and my cock shiny with her spit.  Her eyes were shiny with desire and watering from her efforts on my cock.  She looked at me as she took two quick gulps of air, a look of pure lust in her eyes, then lunged forward to bury my cock down her throat again.  She cried out in pleasure as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, and I could feel her throat closing around the head of my cock as she swallowed.  Then she fell back on her hands again, eyes still watering, gasping for air as she looked up at me.  The look on my face must have been something, because she broke out into the biggest open-mouthed grin I’d ever seen.

She sat back up and slid her mouth back on to my cock, holding onto my butt with both hands as she slid her mouth quickly up and down the length of my shaft in long, rapid strokes.  I instinctively reach down and put my hands on the sides of her head; she immediately looked up at me and nodded her head quickly, telling me to ‘go ahead and do it!’

So I did.  I grabbed her hair in my hands and forced her head up and down the length of my cock, driving her face hard into me to shove my cock into her throat as I face-fucked her.  After a few hard strokes I shoved her face hard into me, and she slapped her hands against the front of my thighs and pushed back, her back arching as she let out a muffled cry.  I held her there for a few moments, then released her from my grip.  She fell back onto her hands again, gasping and whooping for breath, a thick strand of saliva hanging from her lips and dribbling down onto the front of her shirt.  She grinned up at me as she spoke, still panting for breath.

“Holy fuck, you sure know how to use a girl!” she gasped, her grin getting bigger.  Tears were streaming down her face by this time, her eyes red and watery.  She reached out and wrapped her hand around my shiny, slippery cock, then slid her mouth over the head and ran her tongue around it as she trapped it in her mouth.  I grabbed her by the hair again, face-fucking her once more for nearly a full minute.  She cried out again and again as I shoved my cock into her mouth and down her throat, and I could tell by the feminine musk that was beginning to fill the room that she liked it.

REALLY liked it!  Loved it, actually, I’d have to say!

After I released her from the latest bout and she had somewhat recovered, again resting on her hands as she gulped and gasped for air, she leaned forward and took hold of my cock.  She started sucking my cock in a steady rhythm again, once more gripping my balls in one hand while pumping my shaft with the other, and I had a feeling that she was working me up to the grand finale.  She looked up at me as she worked on my cock, slipping her mouth from me just long enough to whisper, “Tell me when you’re gonna cum!”  I nodded, and she went back to work on my cock.

It was only a few short moments later when I felt the familiar tingling in the base of my balls, and I knew I was getting ready to cum.  Zoey continued sucking on my cock, slurping her mouth around it as she pumped the shaft and tugged on my balls.  She looked up at me, asking the question with her eyes, and I nodded in response.  She pulled her mouth from my cock and gasped once, then held her mouth open as she pumped my cock quickly with her hand.

“Do it!  Do it!  Cum on my face!” she gasped, holding her mouth open wide and sticking her tongue out, pumping my cock faster.

I came hard, harder than I’d cum in a very long time, the first rope of hot, thick cum blasting out of my dick and landing square in the middle of Zoey’s face.  It shot all the way up to her hairline, draping down over her face between her eyes and down her nose to her open mouth where the end of the stream landed on her tongue.  My cock pumped again and again, shooting stream after stream of white, sticky cum out onto Zoey’s upturned face.  She moved her head from side to side to cover as much of her face with it as she could, giggling with delight and smiling as she did so.  When the pumping of my cock finally slowed, she slipped the head of my cock into her mouth to let the last feeble streams of cum shoot out onto her tongue, sucking the last bit of cum out of me.  She slowly slid her mouth off of my cock, sucking on just the tip with her lips before releasing it.  She held her face up and opened her mouth, looking me right in the eyes as she rolled my cum around on her tongue.  It was easily the hottest, most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and I felt my cock twitch in response.


Without swallowing, she released my cock from her hand and turned to face the camera, the cum starting to drip off of her face onto her shirt, giving the camera the same cum-rolling show she’d just given me.  If the guy on the other end of the camera hadn’t busted his nut by now, I’m sure he did when Zoey turned back to me, looked me in the eyes again, and swallowed all of it.  Then she turned back to the camera and scooped the streams of cum from her face with her fingers, sticking them in her mouth and lovingly sucking the cum from them, swallowing it.  She repeated this several times until all of the cum that had been dripping from her face was gone, with only a few remnants remaining in her hairline.


Then she turned back to me and sucked my softening cock back into her mouth, sucking the remnants of cum and saliva from it, cleaning me up as best as she could.  She looked up at me and smiled as she did so.  When she was finished she turned back to the camera, and I took a step back to pull my jeans back up as she spoke.

“Well, not to cut our little playtime short, but I want to spend a little more time with this man here, clean him up a little bit, maybe do some cuddles and stuff!” she said, smiling at the camera.  “I hope you enjoyed the show because I certainly enjoyed bringing it to you, and I’m sure my stunt cock here enjoyed it as well!”

Ding!

“I enjoyed it very much!  You made me cum very hard!  Thank you so much!”

“Aww, you’re welcome!  Now you go clean yourself up, and I’ll send you a link to the video later on tonight,” she said.  “Right now I have some other stuff to take care of, so you take care and I’ll chat at you next week!”

Ding!

“Can’t wait!  See you next week, and thank you!”  Zoey blew a kiss at the camera and then clicked the mouse.  The red light on the camera went out, and I knew the broadcast had ended.  I was sitting down on the bed by this time, and Zoey turned to face me before speaking.  She was smiling broadly and her eyes were twinkling as she spoke.

“Oh my God, Bo, that was fantastic!” she said.  “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done!”

“Yeah, for me, too!” I agreed.  “I mean, I’ve had my fair share of sex and done some pretty hot things, but nothing like that!”

“And the way you face-fucked me!  My God, that made me so fuckin’ hot!” she exclaimed.

“I never knew you liked being face-fucked,” I said.  “To be honest, I really don’t know anything about what you like and what you don’t like when it comes to sex because up until tonight, we’ve never…I mean, we’ve always just been…” I was stammering for words now.

“We’ve always been just friends, and we’ve never fucked before,” she finished for me.  I nodded my head in agreement.  “Why is that, Bo?  Don’t you think I’m pretty?” she asked.

“I think you’re beautiful, Zoey, I always have,” I replied, looking deep into her eyes.  “You’re the prettiest, sexiest woman I’ve ever known, and I’ve always wanted you.  I just didn’t want to fuck up our friendship, you know?”

“I understand, Bo, I really do,” she replied, reaching out and taking my hand in hers.  “Because I’ve always felt the same way.”

“You have?”  I asked, genuinely surprised.  She nodded her head slowly, and a small, wicked smile appeared on her face.

“And we still haven’t, you know,” she said.  “Fucked, I mean.  We still haven’t really fucked – not officially, anyway!”

“Think we should?” I asked, holding my breath while waiting for the answer I desperately wanted to hear.

“Yes, I do.  To be honest, I’m still hot as hell for you right now, and if I don’t get that cock inside my pussy really soon there’s gonna be serious trouble!” she replied.  She moved over to me and threw her arms around me, and the kiss that followed was a pleasant mixture of love and lust that we both felt.  Our tongues danced as we fell onto the bed, and when the kiss ended I was lying on top of her and was once again rock-hard.  I lifted myself up from her and looked down at her as I spoke.  We were both breathing hard by this time, so I made it quick.

“Stunt cock?” I asked, and Zoey giggled.

“Stunt cock!” she replied, smiling up at me.  “And what a cock it is, by the way!”  Then she pulled me down to her, wrapping her arms around my neck as we kissed again.  The kiss was hot, passionate, and very intense.  It lasted for several long minutes, and we were both gasping for breath when it ended.

“And if you think my mouth was the bomb, just wait till you feel my pussy wrapped around your hard cock!” she whispered, pushing her mound against me.

“I can’t wait!” I whispered back.

“So don’t!” she said, pulling me down again.

And boy, was she right!

Fini.

Slumber Party Surprise

Did you ever have one of those things happen to you that was so outrageous, so unbelievable, and so unexpectedly pleasant that you just couldn’t believe it?  Well, I had one of those things happen to me this past weekend, and I still can’t believe it actually happened – although I’m certainly glad it did!


My daughter, Melanie, came to me about a week ago and asked if she could hold a slumber party with her three closest friends.  I always called them “The Posse” because you hardly ever saw one of them without seeing the other three.  The first time I called them that to their faces they all laughed, but I don’t think they would have been laughing for long if they knew that I always secretly thought of them as “The Pussy Posse,” and that was the term that crossed my mind every time I thought about them.  As far as I knew they were a good bunch of kids, and they had never done anything really bad or outrageous – that I knew of.  I also knew that if they had I’d never find out about it, and that I was better off not knowing about it anyway.  There are some things that a parent doesn’t need to know about what their kids do when they’re not around, and I always kept this in mind.  


Life has taught me that sometimes women can be unbelievably catty, but as far as I could tell this wasn’t the case with “The Pussy Posse.”  Physically, all of them shared the same traits – young, slim and trim, with all traces of “baby fat” long gone by now.  But each of them had one physical trait that set them apart from the others.  With my daughter it was her eyes; Melanie had the deepest, bluest eyes I’d ever seen, and a man could easily get lost in them if he wasn’t careful.  Those eyes coupled with her shiny blond hair made her a looker in any man’s book, that’s for sure.  She looked so much like her mother that it was startling and sometimes disturbing since her mother and I had been divorced for some time now.


Ivy was the redhead of the group, and her best asset was her ass.  She had the tightest, roundest, firmest ass I’d ever seen.  To steal a line from a popular TV show, she had an ass like an onion – it made you wanna cry.  As far as her chest went, it’s been said that redheads are either very small or very big in the boobs department, and in Ivy’s case she was small-busted.  


Not so in Raquel’s case.  Raquel was the raven-haired beauty of the group with a simply spectacular bustline.  She wasn’t huge by any means – I’m guessing she was a D or maybe a DD cup – but her breasts were firm and full, standing out proudly from her chest.  I’d seen her in a bikini once earlier in the summer and I damn near swallowed my tongue at the sight of those amazing tits!  The man who landed her was gonna be one happy son of a bitch, that’s for sure!


And then there was Sandra, the only brunette in the group.  By far and away her best asset was her legs, no question.  Long, shapely and lithe, they were the best pair of legs since Betty Grable.  It was only too bad that they didn’t lead up to an ass like Ivy’s as Sandra’s ass was kind of flat.  But those legs more than made up for it, let me tell you!


I’m still not sure how this diverse group of young women got to be such fast friends and how they managed to never have a disagreement among them, but they did – and Melanie was happy, which was all that mattered to me.  So when she came to me and asked me about the slumber party I immediately said yes.


“But aren’t you a little old to be having a slumber party?” I asked.


“Well, maybe,” Melanie replied, “but this is the last chance we’re going to have to do something like this before we all go off to college, so we want to take advantage of it.”  As it turned out all four of them had been accepted to the colleges they wanted, but unfortunately all of them wanted to go to different colleges.  This was the first time I’d ever seen “The Pussy Posse” fail to do something as a group, and it kind of surprised me.  There was no way I was going to tell her ‘no.’


“Sure, baby, go ahead and have your slumber party,” I said, smiling at my daughter who immediately broke out into a big grin.  She jumped into my arms and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.


“Thank you, Daddy!  I love you!” she said, looking at me with those big blue eyes.


“You’re welcome, and I love you, too,” I replied.  She slipped out of my arms and turned to go upstairs to her room.  “So just when are you having this party?” I asked to her back as she walked away.  She turned at the base of the stairs and took two steps before stopping to answer me.


“Is this Friday night okay?” she asked.


“Sure thing, baby,” I said, nodding my head.  Melanie smiled and then ran up the stairs.


When Friday rolled around the girls started showing up at the house around 6PM or so, and by 7 they were all there.  They were all dressed as if they were going to go out on the town and party, and that’s exactly what they did.  I cautioned all of them to be careful and have a good time, and I got a kiss on the cheek from each of them as they headed out the door.  Melanie was the last one out the door.


“What time will you be home, sweetheart?” I asked her.  She hadn’t had a curfew since she graduated high school, and as long as I knew where she was and what time she would be home I was happy with it.


“I’m guessing around midnight or so, Daddy,” she said, looking at me with those blue eyes.  “Is that okay?”


“Sure, baby, just be careful, okay?  And call me if you need anything, all right?”  This was the standard agreement between us – no matter what happened, no matter what went wrong or what she may have gotten involved in, if she ever got in trouble Melanie knew she could call me and I’d come get her, no questions asked and no repercussions later.


“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, smiling at me.  “We’ll try not to wake you when we come in, but I’m not making any promises!”


“Don’t worry about that, baby, you know I sleep like the dead!” I replied.  I had always been a sound sleeper, something that used to irritate the hell out of my ex-wife for reasons unknown.  You could set a hand grenade off next to my head and it wouldn’t wake me up.


“Come on, Mel, the night is wasting away!” Raquel called from the doorway.


“See you in the morning, Daddy!” Melanie said, then turned and ran out the door, slamming it behind her in her enthusiasm.  I walked over to the window and parted the blinds to watch the car drive away, then walked over to the couch and sat down.  


“Netflix, here I come,” I said, picking up the remote and aiming it at the TV.


The girls hadn’t gotten home by midnight, but I wasn’t worried.  The call hadn’t come and to be honest I didn’t think it would as Melanie had always been a very responsible young lady, so I went upstairs, stripped out of my clothes, and went to bed.  I always sleep naked, another thing which irritated the living crap out of my ex for reasons that she never told me.  Sometimes I wondered how we had managed to have a child, but I was always glad that we did.


I dream just about every night, and that night was no exception.  The last thing I had watched on TV was a porn flick, so naturally my dream was an erotic one.  In my dream I was the one getting my dick sucked by the young, blonde starlet, and she was good – and I mean REALLY good.  The sensations of her hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my hard shaft as she sucked my cock were so intense and the dream was so real that it actually woke me up.


Only it wasn’t a dream.  I woke up to discover there actually was a mouth clamped onto my cock, slowly sliding up and down my rock-hard shaft, the soft, wet tongue running up and down the underside and circling the head.  I lifted my head and looked down, but the room was very dark and all I could see was the silhouette of a head bobbing up and down as my mystery lover sucked on me.  She had pulled the covers aside and was lying between my legs, her forearms pressing against the inside of my thighs as she gripped my shaft with one hand and my smooth-shaven balls with the other.  The physical contact was limited to her mouth, hands, and forearms, so there was no way I could tell who it was


“What the hell…” I began to say but was immediately shushed when my mystery lover released my balls and reached up to press a finger against my lips.  She released my cock from the vacuum of her mouth only long enough to make one statement.


“SSShhhhhhhh…if you wake someone up I’ll have to stop,” she said in a hushed whisper that made it impossible to recognize her voice.  


And that’s all she said.  She immediately went back to sucking my cock, her hand returning to my balls and squeezing gently as she slid her soft, wet lips over the head.  She slid her mouth down slowly, running circles around the sensitive head with her tongue as she did so, gripping the lower part of my shaft tightly with one hand as she squeezed and kneaded my balls with the other.   Inch by inch she took my length into her warm, wet mouth, pumping the shaft firmly as she did so.  I don’t know how long she had been sucking on me, but I did know that I was rock-hard and throbbing in her mouth.  I had the biggest, hardest erection I’d had since I can’t remember when, and this mysterious vixen was making the best of it.  


She continued to slide her mouth down my shaft, moving her hand out of the way as she went lower.  I let my head fall back to the pillows and just lay there, enjoying the sensations running through my cock and balls, giving in to the pleasure flooding through me.  All thoughts of just who this might be working on me were pushed to the back of my mind as I felt the head of my cock press against the back of her throat.  She paused for a moment to catch her breath, and then pushed her mouth all the way down onto my cock.  I felt the head of my cock slip into her throat as her nose bumped against me, and I jumped when I felt her throat close around the head of my cock as she swallowed.  She had my entire cock in her mouth, all six and a half inches of it, and she held it there for several moments as she pulled and tugged on my balls.  


As she slid her mouth slowly back up my shaft she sucked on it hard, and I mean HARD.  I’ve had my share of blowjobs in my life and I like to think I’ve had my dick sucked by the best of them, but this girl was setting a new standard for blowjobs.  She slid her wet, sucking mouth slowly up the shaft all the way to the head, stopping there and holding just the head in her mouth.  She probed into the slit of my cock with her tongue, sending shivers through my body, and then she actually sucked harder.  I didn’t think it was possible, but she increased the suction on the head of my cock to the point that I actually felt the precum being sucked up the shaft and out of my dick.  I knew that if she kept this up, I’d be blowing my load down her throat in no time.


After a few very intense and very pleasurable moments of this, she slowly eased the pressure she was applying to the head of my cock until she could release it from her sucking lips without a pop that could be heard in the next room, keeping her soft, warm lips wrapped around it as she ran her lithe tongue over and around the head.  She gripped my shaft with her hand, pumping it up and down as she did the tongue-dance on the head of my cock, gently but firmly squeezing my balls with the other.  Then she slid her mouth slowly down again, repeating what she’d just done, until her nose was once again bumping against me and her throat swallowing around the head of my cock.


I instinctively reached up with both hands to grab her head, and as soon as I touched her head she reached up and took my hands away from her head.  Without moving her head an inch and with my cock still buried in the back of her throat, she placed them on the bed at my sides and then patted the backs of my hands, effectively telling me to keep them there while she did her thing.


And that was fine by me!  Her hands returned to my cock and balls, and I just lay there and let her go at it.  She repeated the process of slowly moving back up my cock, sucking hard on it, gripping and pumping the shaft and then probing my slit with her tongue again.  This girl was quickly proving herself to be the cocksucking queen of all time!


By this time my cock was drenched with her saliva, and I could feel it slipping down over my balls.  If I could have seen it I’m sure it would have been shiny and wet, and at that point I would have given my right arm to be able to see this vixen’s mouth sliding up and down my erection.  But that wasn’t going to happen, so I just stayed where I was and let her work.


After sliding slowly up and down my cock a few times, she released the head from her mouth while gripping the wet, slippery shaft tightly in her hand, then gave a slow, wet, sucking kiss to the tip.  I felt the bed move as she shifted position slightly, then I felt those soft, wet lips on my balls.  She had opened her mouth wide enough to suck one of my balls right into her mouth, and she did so without hesitation.  She gripped my throbbing cock hard as she sucked on one of my balls, pulling it into her wet, waiting mouth.  She pumped my shaft hard as she rolled one of my balls around in her mouth, slathering her tongue all over it as she did so.  Then she moved to the other one, releasing the first from her mouth and immediately sucking my other ball into her mouth and repeated the process.  I let out with a heavy sigh as she worked on my heavy, laden balls, and I swear I could feel her smile around my balls.


Then she surprised the living hell out of me by taking both of my balls into her mouth.  Her mouth was so full she couldn’t roll them around like she had done with just one, but she could run her tongue around them which she did.  I could feel the precum flowing out of my cock as she continued to pump the shaft, and I’m sure by now it was running down the shaft and over the back of her hand as it pumped me.


After a few very pleasurable minutes of this she released my balls from her mouth without making a sound, then licked them several times with the flat of her talented tongue.


“Time to make you cum!” she said in the same hushed whisper as before.  Once again, I had no idea who’s voice I was hearing – but at this point I really didn’t care.


Without another word she placed her lips on the tip of my cock, keeping her lips together as she kissed it.  Then she sucked it into her mouth, her soft lips opening as they slid over the head of my cock, her tongue sliding along the sensitive underside of the head as she took more and more of it into her mouth.  She gripped the base of my shaft with her hand and sucked the rest of it into her mouth, her other hand gripping and squeezing my balls as she did this.  I lifted my head again to see, but once more all I could see was the dark silhouette of a head.  So I dropped my head back down to the pillow as she sucked hard on my cock again, running her tongue up and down the shaft.


Then she started to move, sliding her mouth up and down my wet, slippery cock as she pumped the shaft with her hand in time with the movements of her mouth.  The motions of her other hand gripping and kneading my balls also increased, and it was very apparent that this girl was intent on making me cum – and soon!  Her movements were causing some very soft but noticeable slurping and sucking sounds, but by this time neither one of us cared.  All this did was turn me on even more, and I resisted the urge to grab her by the head and face-fuck the living crap out of her by gripping the sheets in the balls of my fists instead.


It didn’t take long before I felt a familiar tingling in my balls, and I felt my cock widening in preparation for orgasm.  She also felt it, increasing the speed and suction on my cock in response.  My breath was coming quickly now, my heart pounding in my chest, as this sexual dynamo of a girl continued to suck my cock, quickly bringing me to the brink of orgasm.


Then it hit.  I groaned louder than I wanted to as my cock exploded in her mouth, my back arching as I came.  She gave out with a quick squeal of delight as the first stream of cum came blasting out of my cock and into her waiting, sucking mouth.  She kept up the pace and the suction as my cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot, thick cum onto her tongue.  She continued her motions, intent on sucking and pumping every possible drop out of me, and I lost track of the number of times my cock pumped its load into her waiting mouth.  


The throbbing and pulsing of my cock in her mouth finally began to slow as my orgasm faded, the motions of her mouth on my cock slowing in response.  She slid her mouth slowly up the length of my cock one final time, keeping the head trapped in her sucking mouth when she got to it.  She sucked hard, sucking the last drop of cum out of my cock, pumping it out with her hand as she did so.  I heard her moan softly as she pulled the final remnants of cum out of my shaft, and then I heard her sigh softly as she released my cock from her mouth.  A few moments later I heard the distinct sound of her swallowing my cum, followed by another soft sigh.  Then she kissed the tip of my cock with a slow, wet, loving kiss before releasing it from her grip.  


Then she was gone.  I felt the bed moving as she got up from between my legs, and I lifted my head up just in time to get a quick glimpse of a shadowy form as she walked out of the door to my room and turned to go down the hall.  I let my head fall back to the pillow and just lay there, panting slightly, the night air cool on my wet and now-spent cock.


I had just had the best blowjob of my life, and I had absolutely no idea who had done it.  This thought by itself was enough to keep me awake for a bit, but soon the exhaustion of my orgasm took over and I drifted off to sleep.


This time I didn’t dream.


The next morning when I woke up I was still lying on my back, still uncovered, and I immediately thought to myself, ‘Did that really happen, or did I dream it?’  I looked down at my now-soft cock and saw a small bit of dried semen on my abdomen and on the tip of my cock, proof that last night’s blowjob was no dream.  I laid my head back on the pillow and thought about what had happened, trying to come up with some way, some little thing that would give away the identity of my phantom cocksucker.  


But there was nothing, nothing at all.  Whoever had done this had done it right in more ways than one, and there was absolutely no way I would ever know who it was unless they told me.  It could have been any of them – it could have been Ivy, or Raquel, or Sandra.


Or Melanie.  


My eyes went wide at this sudden thought.  Melanie?  My daughter?  Had I just had my dick sucked by my own daughter?  No, no way!  But…really?  Was it possible?  This thought shook me right down to the depths of my soul, and I realized that I would most likely never know.


Unless she did it again.  I mean, if it was her she had already done it once, so why not?  But maybe she did it this once because she knew she could keep her identity a secret, and would never do it again.  I puzzled over this for several long moments, then came to the realization that I was just going to have to wait and see what happened next – if anything at all.


Then I got up to shower and get dressed.  When I went downstairs later the girls were just finishing breakfast, and as we conversed over the next few minutes I looked at each girl’s face closely, even Melanie’s, looking for any slight sign that may clue me in as to which of them was my nocturnal lover.


I saw nothing.  I was no closer to knowing who it was now than I was when it was happening.  And I can’t get the thought that it might be Melanie out of my head.


I would just have to be patient and see what, if anything, happened next.


Fini.