The absolute origin was doubtless when wife Sandra ran off with the travelling salesman almost 3 years ago. Susie had been 15 then and in her last year of school, resolute in the refusal to uproot and follow her mother to Wales. Hence, against common protocol, she remained in her father’s charge.
Overjoyed at first at avoiding becoming an only too typical once-a-fortnight father, Dan was protective of his daughter, overly so perhaps, and the harmony was not to last long. The break-up of her parent’s marriage becoming the catalyst for all the ills in her life, the inevitable happened to Susie: she failed her exams, consequently a decent job was impossible to find and pretty soon she became the teenaged handful that Dan really could do without.
His own life having been rocked by the separation, work failed to offer the solace he craved. Indeed, it almost broke his resolve. His chosen career having undergone an about turn in light of the tragic events of 9/11, like all in the emergency services he was faced with constant training, screening and re-training, the anticipation of a similar atrocity afflicting the UK hanging heavy like a dark spectre. It made for a stressful existence. When July 2005 afflicted London, turning the constant dress rehearsals into stark reality, sadly Susie started to become forgotten.
From that point forward it was an all-too-familiar tale: she fell in with the wrong crowd, started drinking and coming in at all hours and doing all those things that can cause any normal parent to despair, let alone one who was on the verge of a breakdown. But tough and determined even in the face of adversity, Dan battled to keep on top.
A glimmer of hope arrived when he secretly discovered that Susie had found herself a guy. If nothing else, he hoped this might bring some semblance of stability to her life. Eighteen by then, it was about time she grew up to become the young lady her early childhood had promised.
In the meantime, as one day blurred into the next, like many of his ilk, the pressures took a heavy toll and Dan found himself rely more and more on alcohol. At the end of one particularly strenuous week, he hit the bottle in a major way. In fact, even by Dan’s standards it was a bender to beat all benders. Crashing home paralytic in the early hours, somehow he managed to wedge himself behind the sofa before sleep descended like a dark veil.
His awakening came courtesy of the doorbell and, for all he knew, he could have been out for days. The bell droned an ear-splitting cacophony that made him grimace. Shaking like a palm tree in a hurricane, he could hear the distant sound of voices echoing softly in the hallway. “Come through,” sounded Susie’s voice, annoyingly cheerful in comparison to how shitty Dan felt.
In fact, it was only when the last remaining trace of sleep was shaken off that he found himself caught in the throes of THE hangover from Hell. His brain felt ready to explode, he was shaking like crazy and felt as weak as a newborn kitten. His first and only instinct was to remain precisely where he was – behind the sofa – and hope that Susie would take her boyfriend up to her room.
Self preservation aside, the last thing he wanted right at that moment was to be discovered by his impressionable young daughter in this crude and unforgivable state, given the lectures he’d hectored her with on the evils of alcohol. Hardly an example to set the teenager, he remained deadly still, quite appropriate for the catatonic state in which he found himself.
To his utter dismay, however, Susie came through into the sitting room, the sound of lips smacking lips close above. To make matters even worse, the pair plumped down on the very sofa behind which Dan sought refuge. His heart pounded deafeningly, bringing untold pain as it reverberated through a brain that felt as if it might explode any moment. Even Susie’s dulcet tones sounded like those of a cackling witch: “I’ve been thinking about you ever since last time,” she revealed. “I’ve thought of nothing else.”
The hint of desperation in the candid admission caused Dan to shake his head in disgust. Weren’t girls supposed to play hard-to-get? Wasn’t it the guy’s job to do all the running? The shaking motion merely made Dan’s brain crash against his skull excruciatingly, unleashing untold torture. A fighting fit Dan Fucker would have been up on his feet and fronting out the young beau by now. And at the first sign of disrespect, fists would have been flying in the young man’s direction. Yet he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to, rigid like in death, though death would have been too easy a let-off. No word yet from the boyfriend, Susie prompted: “Have you been thinking about me too?”
The words heaped more misery on Dan. She was so pretty that self-doubt shouldn’t even be present. The girl could practically have any man she wanted. “Hmm,” replied her boyfriend. “Maybe you need to remind me what I’ve been missing…”
Dan’s face clouded with a quizzical look. Still not himself by any stretch of the imagination, he could be forgiven for hearing things. Yet it was a voice he recognised, if not one he could readily place. One thing was certain, however: this was no boy. “Do that little thing you like to do for me,” rang out the manly baritone voice.
Susie cooed. “Ooh, my little lapdance thingy you mean?”
“Hmm, yeah. And make it good.”
“You want me to take my top off while I do it?”
From his position beneath, Dan could barely believe his ears. His precious little 18-year old daughter was turning into a slut in his presence. And yet he was impotent to do anything about it. His only hope was they’d disappear upstairs shortly and not subject him to any more torture. That would afford him the opportunity of freshening up and gaining some succour. Suffice to say, the guy would be smashed into tomorrow by the time Dan was finished with him. Yet the very thought of physical violence made him sick and, in any event, whilst they remained on the sofa he was effectively powerless. “You like my titties?” Susie enquired, heaping more misery on her father.
“Yeah honey I love your titties,” observed the guy less than enthusiastically, causing Dan’s lip to curl. “Now get over here and start doing what you do best – being a slut.”
Even those harsh words directed at his only child, his lovely daughter, couldn’t coerce Dan into action. He was just too beat up by the booze, lifeless and lethargic, a mess of a man. Bemoaning the situation inwardly, it was only then that finally he placed the voice, his red-streaked eyes expanding painfully.
It was almost too hard to bear, but Susie’s lover was Tom Raw, their next door neighbour and Dan’s supposed friend. That Raw was 44 years old and married with kids caused a static surge that almost caused Dan to explode with rage. His fists clenched tight but that simply brought pain and more distress. Rationalising the situation, he concluded grudgingly that there was nothing he could do now. But later…well Raw could consider himself a dead man. “Mmm that’s it, rub them in my face,” the lecherous neighbour enthused, unwittingly taunting his mate.
From his worm’s eye view, Dan watched as the sofa sagged with Susie’s added weight on Raw’s lap. Somehow exacerbating the torture, he could partially see what was happening through the gap between the seat and the back. Not that he needed to, for the pair were vocalising their every thought, providing an explicit commentary. “You like my nipples, Mr Raw?”
“Mmm yes,” replied Raw, maintaining a deadpan tone.
The sofa squeaked and creaked and lots of panting could be heard as Dan tried to shut his eyes. Yet the pressure on the lids was too great, forcing them back open. “That’s it Mr Raw, suck them for me. Ew-eeeeeee, that’s it…now bite them…HARDER!”
Dan’s ire rose to such a degree that he was almost prepared to stand up and halt the liaison immediately, irrespective of the consequences. Yet his body was as limp and lifeless as when he’d suffered pneumonia as a child and almost perished. It was totally incapable of movement. “Oh Mr Raw, you are such a dirty old man,” Susie squealed as the sofa continued to bounce with her fervent lapdancing. “Mmm, I can feel your big cock getting hard.”
The word ‘cock’ registered in Dan’s fucked-up brain. Feeling down carefully, he frowned in dismay upon discovering that Raw’s cock wasn’t the only hard one in the room: his was obscenely aroused too. Sickeningly, he was getting turned on witnessing his own daughter seducing their neighbour, his pal, a man old enough to be her father and then some. Yet, there was no denying the erection. “You’re a sick man, Dan Fucker,” he said under his breath, brow furrowing.
Not that they’d have heard him, for by now his daughter was gyrating gymnastically on Raw’s lap, grinding a panty-clad crotch into his midriff and rubbing and slapping her pert tits all over his smirking face. Raw had his hands around a flat waist that was so slender the fingertips almost met in the middle. Dan knew for, as the settee bounced, the gap increased until he could enjoy an almost uninterrupted view. Above her father’s head, Susie’s palms were pressed tight to the wall.
After a good 5 minutes of teasing and panting, the sofa finally stopped creaking and Susie alighted with a giggle. To Dan’s relief the gap closed over and sight if not sound was cut off. Yet a pair of treacherous ears heard quite clearly Raw’s jeans being unzipped then dragged from his legs by an eager young Susie. “Oh, Mr Raw, sooooooo big!” she gasped.
Unimpressed, Dan nursed his own slab of impressive manhood through the front of his jeans with deft fingers and the ball of his thumb.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” Raw said with disdain. “Get sucking my cock, you filthy little slut.”
Dan felt his blood boil as the crude words almost forced him to his feet. Yet Susie merely giggled with glee upon hearing the order. Dan’s heart plunged as he heard his teenaged daughter go down on his mate, her tongue lashing the head, followed by intent sucking. Occasionally Raw would tell her what a nasty little cocksucking whore she was, or words of similar sentiment. Thankfully, the gap in the sofa remained closed, denying Dan the opportunity to see, though in fairness the aural accompaniment to the oral feasting didn’t need a visual presentation.
Lying there beneath them, Dan felt thoroughly despondent yet at the same time perversely excited. Manoeuvring carefully, he ran down his zip and fished out a real throbber. It stood proud in his hand and surely put Raw’s cock to shame. As Susie plunged her head up and down her lover’s jerking manhood, guiltily Dan squeezed and stroked his. In his mind, guiltily he wanted it to be him instead. “Oh baby, you are such a dirty fucking little cocksucker,” Raw imparted in a hoarse tone. “Fuck, I’m going to cummmmmmm. Ohhhhhhh.”
Dan grimaced as he heard a light moan from Susie, followed by the unmistakable gush of jism being ejaculated into the waiting receptacle that was Susie’s sweet mouth. At the same time, Dan stifled a grunt as a thick rope of semen was pumped into the underside of the sofa. He barely dared to breath as Susie and Raw sat side by side exhaling deeply. Words were rare as they recovered. It was Susie that broke the silence. “Feel how wet I am,” she suggested.
“Not now,” countered her lover curtly, brushing the girl away and denying any thought of reciprocal pleasure. “I have to go look in on the kids.”
Dan’s teeth grinded together and the anticipated revenge took on a real viciousness.
“You’ll come straight back?” Susie enquired pleadingly.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Raw said with a shrug.
Suffice to say that that the half-promised liaison never came to fruition. After Raw went back home and Susie sought sanctuary in her room, Dan emerged from behind the sofa like a lion whose cubs had just been killed by a hunter. He flew next door and unashamedly pummelled Raw into a pulp.
In the fall-out, Susie was despatched to live with her aunt and cousin by the sea. A makeshift measure, it wasn’t ideal, but was all he could come up with off the cuff. At least it got her away from the lecher living next door – living, albeit through a straw. That was 3 weeks ago.
3 weeks later, morning’s arrival in Jill’s seaside home brought movement and soon Dan was sharing breakfast with three beautiful ladies, not quite sure where to look. Daylight had initiated guilt and words were sparing. Upon reflection, he wasn’t sure whether his coming down here had improved matters or made them worse. Either way, it was time to go. “Right, I better be getting off home then,” he announced.
Jill nodded her head in acknowledgement as Susie stared into her breakfast bowl. Singling out his daughter, Dan offered a heartfelt: “Promise me you won’t mess up the rest of your life, Susie. You only get one chance…”
The girl continued to avoid his glance then, excusing herself hoarsely, fled tearfully from the table. “What did I say?” Dan appealed, hands raised in frustration.
“It’s okay,” Jill comforted. “I think Susie may have come to an important decision.”
Dan looked back inquisitively. He could live to a hundred and not begin to understand the workings of the female brain. A minute’s silence elapsed before his daughter’s return, two full bags in hand. “Dad…um, if you’ll have me, I’d like to come home with you.”
Dan was dumbstruck, swallowing a huge lump in an arid throat. Hayley rose from the table and gave her cousin a huge hug, followed by an unashamed kiss on the lips. “Take care,” she heralded. “I’ll come and visit soon if Uncle Dan will allow it.”
“Yes of course,” he replied, finding a voice at last.
“Good luck,” whispered Jill, rising to kiss her brother’s neck. “With any luck we can all get together again soon under more pleasant circumstances.”
The two teenagers looked sheepish, their embarrassment at having initiated the gathering covered by a joyous Dan. “I’d like that very much,” he responded, standing to usher his daughter to the car before she had a chance to change her mind. “Um, maybe we can take a holiday together – a proper family holiday.”
“Yay!” Susie cried, immediately warming to the idea. “Yes, we must. Ooh, when we get home the first thing I’m going to do is buy a new bikini.”
Dan was taken aback, overwhelmed at the positive response. Susie hadn’t shown the slightest interest in going away since her mother walked out. Yet as a kid she’d lived for their trips during the summer, home and abroad. It was like she had been reprogrammed to her old self. A round of fervent goodbyes and farewell kisses preceded father and daughter hitting the road for the journey home, waved off enthusiastically by Jill and Hayley.
Susie kept the promise to herself, alighting in town to search out the sexiest summer outfit on sale. A pleasant afternoon, Dan headed back to the house whereupon he changed into cut-off jeans and a billowy shirt, taking the newspaper out into the garden. Neighbour Tom Raw, having convalesced from the beating 3 weeks earlier, looked back uneasily over the waist-high wall, a family barbecue about to start. Raw moved closer, forcing a smile. “Dan,” he said with a simple dip of the chin, their friendship having been irretrievably condemned in the wake of the indiscretion.
“Tom,” Dan replied, equally abruptly.
Both men stood idly, acknowledging a mutual guilt. “Look, um, why don’t you come around and have a beer?” the neighbour offered, trying to broker an impasse.
Dan rubbed his chin. It was a generous gesture given what had occurred and he wasn’t sure who had been the more hurt: Raw physically or he emotionally. But broken bones heal and bitter memories fade and there was nothing to be gained from bearing a grudge forever. Gesturing his counterpart closer, Dan imparted with a stern look: “Susie’s coming home, Tom. It goes without saying that you if lay one finger on her I swear to God I’ll finish the job.”
Raw raised his hands in contrition, an agitated glance over the shoulder to ensure his wife wasn’t in earshot. Evidently he’d managed to convince her he’d been set upon by a mugger in a desperate attempt to save their marriage. “Dan, I swear I’ll never…”
“Make sure you don’t,” Dan warned with a glare which quickly softened as his better nature prevailed. “Now, where’s that beer?”
Ross issued a sigh of relief as Dan hauled his considerable frame onto and over the garden wall. Apart from his neighbour’s school-aged kiddies who were tossing a Frisbee back and forth, the party was a middle-aged assemblage with in-laws from either side, the men talking sport, the women discussing summer holidays. Grabbing a can from the ice barrel, Dan joined the men on one side. At times like this when his mind was occupied with other thoughts, Dan could be a good listener.
20 minutes later, a familiar voice from the next door garden alerted everyone. “Dad? Dad, where are you?”
He looked over the wall to see that Susie had arrived home from shopping duties. Moreover, she was already fashioning the new bikini she’d threatened to buy. All the men’s eyes were drawn as she wiggled to the wall. “Well, what do you think?” she enquired, peering over and visible from the navel up.
The bikini was similar to one Paris Hilton had been pictured wearing in the newspaper and the bodily similarities between the socialite and his daughter were evident for all to see – only too evident. In lemon yellow, the bikini top was little more than two miniscule triangles that barely covered her areolas threaded together by a spaghetti string. Despite Susie being pert by modern day standards, there was nonetheless an acre of breast on show. Partly obscured by the wall, God only knew what the bottom half resembled.
In a show of gentlemanly concern, Raw’ brother-in-law Alan ambled to the wall to help Susie over. To the disdain of Alan’s middle-aged wife, the filthy pervert’s hands roamed everywhere as he lifted the slim and luscious teenager over. Susie was in her selfish element: in the presence of a handful of middle-aged men, all smitten with lust. As Tom Raw greeted Susie with a peck on the cheek, Dan shot his treacherous neighbour a glare, causing him to look away embarrassedly. Yet he could do nothing about the other three men who, by their reactions, looked as if they hadn’t had sex in months.
Dan’s eyes bulged when finally Susie was allowed to escape the scrum: the bikini bottom was indeed as skimpy as the top. With a tiny triangle that was barely larger than one of her clenched fists, it was somewhat fortuitous that Susie was freshly waxed. The unmistakable ridge where a pair of gorgeous teen pussy lips pressed the material was visible for all to see. “So…what you think?” she prompted, singling out her father’s gaze and giving a little twirl.
Snapping back to consciousness Dan replied: “It’s, um, very nice.”
Alan who had helped Susie over the wall was sweating profusely, licking his lips and doubtless engaged in lewd thoughts. All five guys at the barbecue wanted her – including her own father. Susie moved among them like a ballerina, basking in the attention and not discouraging the odd copping a sneaky feel of her tight young butt.
She especially liked it when her father issued a look of dismay – or was it jealousy? For all her best intentions, deep down Susie was fundamentally a bad girl when it came to sex. When she was hungry for it, there was no stopping her. The flirtation continued for half an hour as the men fought to control erections and roving hands.
When a front of inclement breeze swept the garden, Susie shivered, hands rubbing arms crosswise. Men of the world, all eyes were instinctively drawn to her chest for the telltale signs. Sure enough, her nipples pointed back like eraser heads. Susie lifted and shifted the tiny cups with her thumbs, but to no avail. Her nipples were rock solid. 5 middle-aged men, including her own father, could look nowhere else.
In a fatherly show of concern, Dan unbuttoned hurriedly, slipping out of the old shirt and offering it to his tremulous daughter. Standing in close proximity, Susie couldn’t help but admire the finely toned body that a man half her father’s age would have been supremely proud of. Left in the shade body-wise, the other men tried to hold in their stomachs achingly, puffing out their puny chests as best they could.
Accepting the shirt gratefully, Susie wrapped herself tight, marvelling in the heat that radiated from her father’s strong body. The shirttails stood at knee height on the petite teenager, sadly obscuring the flesh fest of earlier. Susie wrapped her arms around her body, rubbing away purposefully, the powerful aroma of daddy that seeped from the fibres reaching almost intoxicating levels. Yet despite the newfound cover-up, when Susie gulped down the last drop of beer, there were 5 eager volunteers on hand to fetch another can for her. The other women in the garden barely got a look-in.
Mild flirtation abounded until the sky began to darken and Tom got the barbecue aflame. Susie had despatched four cans of lager and naturally was feeling a little light headed. The shirt was still on but was unbuttoned to allow the men a welcome visual treat. Dousing her burger with copious amounts of ketchup, the teenaged tease bit into the bun purposefully, sending a red splodge oozing out to slide down her chin. Before she’d time to scoop it up, the rogue rouge sauce brushed her neck and began a leisurely trail down towards her cleavage.
At that moment, Susie was alone with Brad, Tom’s older brother. Leaning over with a glint in his eye, he whispered suggestively in her ear: “Would you like me to lick that off for you, my dear?”
Susie giggled, loving the implication. “Ooh you naughty old man,” she protested unconvincingly. “You don’t want to let my daddy hear you say things like that. He’s very possessive, you know.”
“Mmm, I bet he is,” Brad observed, watching raptly as Susie brushed a finger up her sternum to remove the stray dollop herself.
With a teasing look, she placed the sticky digit between his lips and let him suck lovingly. Easing it out, she placed it in her own mouth before sucking his saliva from the tip and blowing a pouty kiss. Knees trembling, Brad looked like he was about to cum in his shorts.
As a few others inconveniently descended upon them, Susie grinned impishly as Brad placed a hand in front of his crotch to camouflage the painful boner inside. His wife looked unimpressed, leading the lecher away with a stern-faced look. Susie could barely hide the disappointment at losing her man, all this male attention and clouds of testosterone having made her feel as horny as hell.
Yet with the other women seemingly intent on thwarting any possible impropriety and guarding their men’s honour with steely determination, Susie had her work cut out. Frustratingly, all the men were taken and the longing between her legs was overpowering, manifesting itself in liquid desire. A dark spot, thankfully hidden by the fading light, had stained the front of the bikini bottoms where her hot young pussy met the nylon.
All the men were taken! The words in her brain taunted. All that was, except one. As the itch between her legs grew almost unbearable, Susie’s eyes met her father’s. Still topless on account of caring for his daughter’s welfare, despite the chill in the air, his muscles rippled. There was no denying that he was one handsome and rugged older man, the sort a horny young lady could get quite gooey over. Sashaying closer, Susie shuffled the shirt off her shoulders and handed it back with a yawn. “I’m going back home now, daddy.”
The other men’s faces dropped and they looked like they’d just been told their wives had terminal cancer, wishful thinking perhaps.
“Okay hun,” Dan replied, before a thought intervened. “Susie…wait, I’m coming home too.”
Susie allowed herself a self-satisfied smile.
Issuing a round of goodbyes to those in earshot, the pair ambled to wall whereupon Dan helped his daughter up and over. It was nye on impossible not to grab a handful of tight teen butt and brush a nipple or two in the process. The other men looked on in awe as Susie thanked her father properly with a passion-fuelled kiss on the lips. Her hands stroked his outer arms and she pressed her breasts to his strong chest, accompanied by the simultaneous sound of jaws dropping. Linking arms, the pair headed back to the house and inside.
In the light, immediately Susie issued an annoyed-sounding groan, bemoaning her drunken awkwardness. Some of the ketchup had leaked onto the left cup of the bikini top, staining it. “Oh daddy, look what I’ve done. It’s ruined. Hmmpph.”
The first thought that came to mind, Dan lurched for the sink, grabbing a sponge and running the hot tap vigorously. When the water was steaming, he doused the sponge and beckoned Susie closer. Standing opposite her father, she held the material away from the flesh as her father rubbed slavishly at the scarlet blemish. Being tomato sauce, the response was not immediate, if anything growing to a larger albeit diluted stain. Letting go in frustration, Susie allowed the cup to mould back damply around her pert left breast. “It’s no use,” she complained with a pout and an uppity stamp of the foot.
“We’ll buy a new one,” Dan consoled, reaching down to ruffle her blonde crown.
Standing a good foot or more below, Susie craned back to look up into his eyes, before reaching out to run a palm over his chest, appraising its contours. Stealing a breath, Dan’s hand moved instinctively to do likewise, cupping the moistened breast. Taken by surprise, Susie issued a huge sigh, remaining still to allow her father’s large palm to compress around the lovely little orb. He squeezed gently at first then more firmly, guiltily enjoying the feel. Susie nibbled at her bottom lip and battled to control her breathing as she was felt up by the man whose seed 19 years ago had helped bring her into the world.
Raising the thumb, Dan placed it directly below Susie’s damp left nipple before tracing a circle all around. The cup squelched to the touch and the teat hardened noticeably under the digital attention until it throbbed and threatened almost to burst through the nylon. As Susie’s breath raced out of control, Dan issued a series of squeezes, rubs and strokes to the wonderfully constructed tit.
Purring, Susie combed her tiny fingers appreciatively up through her father’s chest chair. Reaching his chin, she guided it forward with a trembling hand, pushing out her own neck until their lips met and brushed awkwardly. The mist clearing from his mind, Dan hesitated and eased back but his daughter shushed away his reservations and their lips met a second time, enjoying a full-on embrace this time. Soon, tongues were exploring freely and hands were stoking backs and arms as they moulded together, an odd-coupling couple yet at the same time so natural.
Susie gasped as her authoritative father seized control, lifting his nubile daughter underneath by the butt. Elevating from the kitchen floor, Susie wrapped her legs around his waist. They swayed to an imaginary tune, mouths locked together.
Coming up finally for air, Susie leaned back, at the same time uncoupling the bikini top with shaky fingers. Her breasts stood proud and firm, nipples perky and craving attention. Wasting no time, Dan’s hungry mouth bore down upon those lovely young breasts, lips puckered to take in an attentive looking teat. Still moist from earlier, the water stuck to his lips. He sucked long and hard and with passion, causing Susie to throw back her head and squeal delightedly. Nibbling and licking, Dan drove his highly aroused daughter crazy with desire.
Edging forwards half-step by half-step, Dan delivered her to the silver draining board. Susie placed her hands on the surface, lifting up until she was perched on the overhang. Elevating and parting her legs simultaneously, her feet came to rest upon the two prominent drawer handles below, a beautiful full-lipped snatch fully on display. Pink and puffy, it was bubbling with excitement just inside the soft folds and radiating the most wonderful scent of young womanhood.
Falling to his knees in awe and shuffling forward, Dan found himself at the perfect height, peering straight into a slit that was stretched ever so slightly by Susie’s legs-akimbo stance. His paternal lust raging out of control, Dan leaned in and began kissing all around the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. At the same time he shuffled down the cut-offs severely restricting penile comfort. Freed at last, his manhood stood thick and proud, yet teasingly out of sight from the curious young Susie who craved to see what all the fuss was about.
An impassioned Dan moved in even closer, letting his tongue slide idly up and down the moistening gash until he was just about able to fit the pointed tip inside. To his joy, his daughter’s young pussy tasted even lovelier than it looked, like nectar on his tongue as he flicked with verve. When he stopped licking momentarily to catch a breath, Susie’s labia clamped tight like a Venus Fly Trap, causing Dan to thrash and lash exaggeratedly to work the tip free. Smacking his lips together, Dan discovered that they were liberally smattered with his daughter’s cunt honey.
As her pussy quivered in anticipation, Dan took a moment to admire the wondrous sight and to reflect upon his amazing turn of fortune. From Jill’s quasi-virginal middle-aged snugness to Hayley’s plump-lipped suction and onto Susie’s almost infantile snatch, it just seemed to get better and better and better. Put all 3 in a room and Dan wouldn’t know which way to turn. The past couple of days surpassed his wildest fantasies and it wasn’t over yet by a long chalk. Smitten with lust Dan went back to work orally, licking up and down, in and out, back and forth until his tongue was numb.
Still on his eyes, lifting the right index finger, he pressed it against the lovely little cunt and screwed around a little, gaining instant access. Susie’s vagina felt warm and snug like a tight glove. Dan was able to move the tip around freely, causing Susie to whimper with pleasure. Yet, as he pressed forward to the mid knuckle the first sign of resistance was felt. Moving the tip around inside brought a sharp intake of breath from his lustful daughter and a frown from Dan as the implication dawned. “Oh baby, you’re far too tight for daddy.”
“Nooooooo,” Susie mewled then, as he fingered vigorously around the knuckle, producing squelching sounds: “Ooh daddy, ooh, ooh…”
The soaked digit exited with an audible plop. Standing, Dan cleaned the succulent pussy juices from the tip with a deft pair of lips. It tasted like butterscotch on his tongue, a rare treat to savour. Naked before his daughter for the first time and, with his erection close to its optimum strength, Susie’s eyebrows nudged her fringe upon witnessing just how big her father really was.
Reaching out curiously, she took the shaft firmly in hand like a relay runner receiving the baton. She stroked lovingly, conferring upon him the kind of pleasure he’d just allowed her. She continued to stroke, rubbing in dollops of precum as they leaked from the eye until she had a steady rhythm going. Dan’s eyes closed as he relaxed and let his masterful cock be toyed with.
A little jerk of the wrist and a tug and Susie had her father was where she wanted him: between her thighs. His hands moved behind her bum and began to squeeze as they kissed with verve. All the while, in between them, like an unwanted guest the oversized cock throbbed painfully and, for once in his life Dan wished he could be Mr Average. Yet Susie had other ideas. “Be gentle,” she pleaded, easing forward a little, believing the impossible.
“Oh baby you know I won’t hurt you,” Dan replied from the heart.
In fairness though he wanted nothing less than to bury the pulsing monster deep and hard in tight teen cunt and fuck it till he came like never before. Susie wanted it too, her pussy as moist as it had ever been and ready for the ride of its life.
Ignoring the physical impracticalities, Dan rubbed the bloated cockhead up and down and around the little slit. Whilst Susie got markedly wetter still, the task was made no easier. It would be easier getting a camel through the eye of a needle than Dan’s cock in his daughter’s cunt.
He could but wonder how niece Hayley had taken its girth so readily. Almost Susie’s body double, her pussy, though stretched, had been an absolute perfect fit. He could only surmise that Hayley had had a little more experience than his own good little girl. Maybe that was the problem. The thought crossed Susie’s mind too, the resultant words apologetic: “Daddy, I think I need to, um…before…you know…yours.”
In sheer frustration Dan drove the angry cockhead at the shrunken hole. “Daddy, nooooooo!” Susie yelped as it glanced off obliquely.
Dan reached out and brought her face to his, apologising with a tender kiss. “Let me try something else,” Susie suggested upon getting her breath back.
Easing from the unit she fell to her knees before him, she cradled her father’s jerking tool in both hands before bringing it to her breasts. Susie rubbed it in the cleavage, her hands on the outside forming a tunnel. Moving his hips, Dan was able to pump freely, the exposed tip brushing close to Susie’s lips on each firm upward stroke.
It was far from ideal, yet it rated above about 75% of the ‘real’ fucks Dan had had over the years, so much so that in a dozen firm strokes he grunted and exploded messily all over Susie’s neck and collarbone. Gleeful at having been able to bring her daddy off so quickly, Susie eagerly rubbed his seed into her breasts. “Oh daddy,” she sighed. “It feels so nice.”
However, once the euphoria had waned, Dan’s mind ticked over and made him a troubled man. The brutal fact was that until Susie loosened up markedly, she and he would not be making the passionate love that both craved. The cruel irony was that if his precious daughter had been fucked by loads of other men, she’d probably be ready by now. Dan looked towards the garden where the barbecue was still in full swing, a concerned look on his face. Maybe if Tom, Brad, Alan and the other guy whose name escaped him took turns first, by the fifth fuck she might be just about ready. Was that any way for a father to think? Kissing his cheek, Susie escaped to her room, leaving her father alone to agonise.
And agonise he did, not climbing into bed until the wee small hours. When he’d dismissed the idea of letting those animals out there loose on his daughter, ideas were short on the ground. But it didn’t have to be lots of lovers, did it? Maybe there was the right guy out there, Susie’s age perhaps, with the sort of cock that could help. However, even that made Dan fearful. What if he found someone perfect for her and then they fell for each other?
On what should have been the proudest day of his life, having got his beautiful daughter home, Dan Fucker could hardly be more miserable.
* * *
“Honey I’m home,” Dan heralded the following day.
Susie bounded down the stairs, throwing her arms around his neck. Dan lifted her up and to him like she was still the cute infant that had once made him such a proud father. “I have something for you here,” he announced, holding up the little spangly rectangular bag by its strings.
Susie squealed with delight upon unveiling a brand new bikini, as promised. If anything it was skimpier even than the last. She couldn’t wait to slip into it to show her father. “Ooh daddy, thank you, thank you,” she enthused, peppering his stubbled jowl with staccato kisses.
“I booked our holiday too,” he revealed.
Susie issued another joyful outburst, more hugs and a series of kisses on the lips. “10 days in Santorini. We fly out next Sunday,” her father disclosed between breaths.
Susie bounced up and down with unmitigated joy. “Ooh I can hardly wait. You’re the world’s best dad.”
What a turn around, Dan thought. “We have our own beach hut too,” he added.
“Yay! Oh daddy, Sunday can’t come soon enough.”
Dan smiled awkwardly, before continuing: “And I think I might also have solved our other little problem.”
Susie’s eyes expanded. Gosh, he HAD been busy in town!
* * *
Dan cast his mind back an hour to perhaps the most embarrassing moment of his life. On every corner, particularly outside establishments like McDonald’s and Starbuck’s, groups of handsome teenaged lads congregated, looking for girls. He had no doubt that every single one would give his right arm to get inside Susie’s tight young cunt.
Dan hesitated, not quite sure how to go about things. A line like “Excuse me but can I interest you in fucking my 18-year old daughter?” would no doubt get him arrested.
Bottling out, he elected on a coffee first.
It was as he headed to Starbuck’s that he had a lightbulb moment.
“Excuse me,” he said, facing the pretty female assistant. “I wonder if you can help me.”
* * *
“Here,” he said, handing over another package.
Susie looked questioningly, and he was forced to prompt: “Well open it then.”
Like a child on Christmas Day she tore the wrapping paper asunder to reveal an unassuming plain white box. Her eyes continued to hold a quizzical look as she opened the lid. Then suddenly the penny dropped. “OHHHMYYYGODDDDD!”
Inside were three dildos from Ann Summers. The first was an unfussy ‘silver bullet’ design, measuring about 6 inches and a comfortable inch in diameter. The second was a purple rubber sex toy, a couple of inches longer, twice as thick and ribbed. The third made Susie’s eyes bulge. Designed to look like a real cock, in a flesh tone and stretching to a whopping 12 inches, it tapered to a butt as wide as a beer bottle. Susie gasped at the thought of that inside her.
“You’ve a week till our holiday to get yourself ready,” imparted Dan with a grin.
“Can I play with my new toys now daddy?” she asked impishly.
When Dan nodded, Susie bounded back from whence she came. 20 minutes later he felt the ceiling rock gently and the alluring sound of a teenaged orgasm reverberating around the house. Moving to the phone, he called his sister Jill to break the news. “Yeah, it’s all booked….next Sunday.”
“Oh Dan that’s wonderful, I can’t wait to see you again,” Jill chimed. “And Hayley sends her love.”
The excited siblings chatted eagerly for a good 10 minutes, before finally running out of things to say. “This is going to be the best holiday ever,” Jill concluded, echoing everyone else’s sentiments.
There was no doubt about it, thought Dan, hearing the cranking upstairs begin again in earnest and Susie’s light moans on the still air. It had the makings of the best holiday EVER.
The following Wednesday, when he came home from a sapping 12-hour shift, Dan heard the familiar creak of Susie’s bed, interspersed with little whimpers. Stealing up the stairs, he joined her on the bed, the pair exchanging lustful smiles. It pleased him even more than witnessing her gorgeous naked young body to see that she’d graduated onto purple. With relish the ribbed dildo slid in and out of her snug cunt as she laid back, legs splayed.
Shuffling out of his trousers, Dan took a nice hard cock in hand and faced her, matching stroke for stroke in a bout of intense mutual masturbation. As a gentle little pre-orgasmic gasp slipped from his daughter’s lips and her face contorted, he felt his nuts tighten. A purposeful tug, and a thick rope of cum was despatched on his daughter’s heaving tits. As it splattered and pooled, Susie drove the dildo deep into her cervix and came hard, moaning frenziedly.
Kissing her forehead lightly, he left to shower. Emerging 20 minutes later, he saw she was going at it again, the purple dildo blurring in a waxed pink pussy. Tired from the long shift, Dan resisted the urge to join in again.
Saturday night, the eve of the holiday, arrived and Susie came down to sit by father in front of the television. “So are you all set for our holiday?” he enquired.
“Yes, all set,” she responded excitedly, showing her father the flesh coloured whopper that wasn’t far off of matching his proportions.
It was slaked with Susie’s unmistakable pussy juices. No need for words, Susie rubbed the toy across his lips like a buttered corncob. Dan tasted its delights, unashamedly cleaning the dildo with his tongue, and not really caring how effeminate he looked. If ever cocksucking could be justified, it was at that moment. “So yes, you could say I’m all set,” repeated Susie with a grin.
As Susie spread her thighs, Dan pushed a hand up. Still soft and moist from half an hour playing with the flesh coloured dildo, two fingers slipped in readily. Susie bit her lip as her father began a rhythmic fingering. The cunt walls clung snugly to the digits suggesting it might still be some effort to penetrate her. But it was the kind of effort Dan didn’t mind making. As Susie came hard on his fingers she whimpered and went all limp, snuggling into his strong side.
Yes, it was going to be a holiday to remember.
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