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  I raised my thigh into the air and invited my stepfather to ease his cock between my legs. Without a word he adjusted his big organ and let it come to rest beneath my pussy. I lowered my thigh again, keeping him trapped in the little gap below my crotch.

  When I glanced down, his impressive length protruded from between my legs. I guess this is what it would look like if I had a penis of my own.

  I couldn't help but shiver as the upper part of his shaft throbbed against my folds. I had to fight the urge to trace my fingers around the engorged head of Daddy's glans. I was so curious to know how soft it felt. But I kept my fists squeezed tight and well away from his organ. We had already gone far enough today.

  Daddy and I barely moved as we lay there. The simple act of breathing was enough to create the most delicious friction between our genitals. Surely he must have noticed I was growing wetter by the second. My creamy juices were trickling onto the upper side of his shaft, lubricating our taboo connection. With each pulse of Daddy's cock, I felt his pre-cum ooze in an ever-growing puddle on my thighs.

  The desire I felt for him was overwhelming. I hoped the slipperiness of our mingling fluids would cause Daddy to accidently slide into me. I certainly wouldn't resist if he began to pump his cock in and out of my needy hole.

  All too soon the game on TV came to an end. There was no longer any reason for us to lie there on the couch together. "It's getting late," Daddy said in a husky voice.

  "I guess I better get to bed," I replied, and turned my head so he could give me a kiss goodnight on the cheek.

  With great reluctance I raised my leg so he could pull his hard cock free. I swear I nearly had an orgasm as his tip slid backwards along the length of my drenched slit. When I was on my feet I pulled my jersey down to cover my bare ass, and hurried from the den, not daring to look back at my stepfather.

  When I got to my room I closed the door behind me and hurried to my dresser mirror. I hiked up my shirt once more and spread my legs apart. Daddy's pre-cum had drenched my thighs. Before I realized what I was doing, I scooped up some of his precious fluid and lifted it to my lips. As I smeared his sweet taste across my tongue, my whole body convulsed. I wanted to masturbate so badly. I needed to plunge my fingers deep into my cunt so I could come.

  But I stopped short.

  If I had an orgasm I would be thinking of Daddy. Surely that wasn't right. Feelings of shame welled up inside me. Why had I behaved in such a perverted way tonight? What kind of a slut was I to encourage such naughty behavior between the two of us?

  I was totally to blame for everything that had happened. I had allowed my hormones to get the better of my common sense. I should have been chasing boys my own age, not trying to seduce my handsome stepfather. Wracked with guilt, I grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped my inner thighs clean. Then I climbed into bed and tried to fall asleep.

  *

  The following day at college I couldn't concentrate at all. In class I kept thinking of Daddy when I should have been listening to my professors as they lectured. At lunch time I wanted to tell my friends what had happened so they could offer me some advice on what I should do next. But I held my tongue.

  Deep down I knew they wouldn't understand. They would probably tell me I shouldn't have gone anywhere near my stepfather in the first place, never mind let him rest his cock between my legs. I shouldn't have flashed my breasts at him or wandered around the house without a bra or panties. That was only inviting taboo temptation.

  All I had to do was think back on the events of the previous night and it was enough to send a fresh surge of desire between my legs. There was no denying that Daddy and I shared a special connection. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't contain myself. My body ached for him. I wanted to feel his cock rubbing against my cunt once more.

  Clearly, I was a girl out of control.

  Daddy called me later that evening to let me know he was working overtime on the construction site. He would be delayed getting home. I waited for him in the den, sitting cross-legged on the couch, wearing my plus-sized jersey once more. The TV was on and the first game of the semi-finals was playing.

  "Did I miss anything?" he asked as he tossed his hard hat and tool belt into the cupboard.

  "We're still in the first quarter," I replied. "Nobody has scored yet."

  "I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll join you in a moment."

  I fidgeted in my seat, anxious and impatient for him to return, even though he hadn't been gone long. Ten minutes later I heard him wander out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

  The doorbell rang a moment later.

  "Are you expecting anyone tonight?" I called out. For one panicky moment I thought he might have invited one of his buddies over to watch the game with us. The last thing I wanted was an interloper on Daddy-Daughter Sports Night.

  "That's probably the delivery guy," he replied. "I ordered us some treats."

  "Do you want me to answer?"

  "Naw, I'll get it."

  Daddy stepped into the room a few minutes later carrying a steaming box of pizza, a six-pack of cold beers, and something wrapped in a plastic bag. To my surprise he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. The dark hair that covered his broad chest and muscular abs was matted and wet. I guess he didn't have time to dry off and get dressed before he answered the door.

  "Thank you, Daddy!" I said as he set everything down on the coffee table.

  He grinned back at me. "Just remember to wear a bib this time so you don't make a mess of your jersey."

  "I'm not going to wear a bib. Stop making me feel like a little girl."

  "Yeah, well we don't want you covered in chunks of pizza, do we."

  "Spills won't matter if I do this." With one quick motion I pulled my shirt over my head. I felt my whole body blush as I sat there buck naked on the couch.

  Daddy sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't think this is a good idea."

  "Come on, Daddy. It's not like you haven't seen my bare body before. Is it really going to make you feel so uncomfortable if I sit here all night in the nude?" I gave my shoulders a taunting wiggle that set my big breasts in motion. They swayed and slapped against each other.

  Daddy raised a hand to shield my jiggling flesh from his sight. "Tracy, please! Put those things away."

  "Maybe you should join me in getting nude. What if you make a mess too? You don't want to stain your lucky jersey with pizza sauce, do you? Come on, Daddy. You're half undressed anyway."

  For all his apparent reluctance to see me naked, he certainly didn't hesitate to remove his own towel and cast it aside. Now it was my turn to suck in a sharp breath. Daddy's body was beautiful! All those years in construction had kept him toned and in the peak of fitness.

  But nothing could have prepared me for the sight of his cock. It had certainly felt big when it rested against my back, and when it was wedged between my thighs the night before. Now as it hung free between his legs I realized how truly huge he was. And his balls were simply enormous!

  Unfortunately, there was no time for me to admire him at length. He dropped down onto the couch beside me and turned his attention to the TV screen.

  I could feel the heat of his body fresh from the shower. He smelled of shampoo and soap. I still couldn't believe the two of us were really sitting there, side by side, totally naked. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

  Daddy opened a can of beer and grabbed a piece of pizza. Usually I could finish most of the pie before the game was over. Now I was almost too nervous to touch a thing. By half-time I had barely nibbled on my first slice. I wanted so much to let my eyes roam over Daddy's perfect body and his luscious cock, but I knew I had to keep my attention on the game.

  "Where's your appetite?" Daddy asked. "I got us an extra large pizza, and you've hardly had a bite."

  I shrugged my shoulders.

  "Well … I bought us something special tonight that I know you won't be able to resist."

  I won
't lie, I began to drool a little as he stood up and bent over to take something from the plastic bag on the coffee table. I'd never seen a more perfect ass in my life; so toned and firm. I wanted to lean forward and take a big bite.

  Daddy turned around again and handed me a single-serving container of ice-cream.

  "Cherry vanilla, my favorite!" I said. But my gaze moved quickly from the dessert to Daddy's swaying cock and balls. I was so distracted by the sight of his beautiful organ that I nearly dropped the ice cream as he held it out to me.

  He slumped back onto the couch cushions and began to tuck into the mint chocolate chip he had bought for himself. "I figured we needed to celebrate with a special treat," he said. "Our team might be going to the playoffs."

  I nibbled at my dessert, but kept casting sidelong glances at Daddy's handsome body. More than anything I wished my tongue was swirling across his warm flesh rather than my cold ice cream. I was so preoccupied with my erotic thoughts that a big chunk of cherry vanilla tumbled off my spoon and landed right between my breasts.

  I squealed as it slowly slid down my belly, leaving a long white path over my goose bumped flesh. I thought for sure the chunk would stop when it reached my belly button, but it continued to make a break towards my crotch.

  "Quick!" I cried. "Get it before it lands on the couch and makes a mess!" I had my spoon clutched in one hand and my ice-cream container in the other, so I considered myself too helpless to do anything. At least that's the lame explanation I told myself. In truth nothing was really stopping me from scooping the runaway dessert back onto my spoon.

  Daddy, however, responded to my helpless cries like any good man would. He looked around for a napkin, but couldn't find one. Taking charge of the situation he got down on his knees in front of me, placed his tongue on my belly, and licked a path all the way up my torso until his head was between my breasts.

  I looked down at him from over my erect nipples, breathless with surprise at what he had done. "Thank you, Daddy," I murmured. "But I think you might have missed a bit. I can still feel something trickling between my legs."

  Oh, there was a trickling down there all right. But it had absolutely nothing to do with the cherry vanilla ice cream.

  Daddy's voice was a low rumble. "Then I guess we better make sure you're totally cleaned off. We don't want to leave a mess on the couch."

  He kissed a reverse path down my stomach, swirling his tongue in the opening of my belly button, searching for any last traces of ice cream. My breathing became more ragged the lower he went. My legs parted for him automatically, as if they had a mind of their own.

  The warmth of Daddy's breath on my slit, and the heat of his cheeks against my inner thighs was almost enough to undo me. I had fantasized about this moment countless times before. But as much as I wanted him to keep going, there was still a part of me that had doubts; a part of me that still felt the need to resist.

  "No, Daddy," I blurted. "Maybe you shouldn't."

  But it was too late. His mouth met the plump lips of my vulva. His tongue cleaved me in two, parting the slippery folds of my pussy. The last of my resistance melted away the moment my stepfather plunged his stiffened tongue into my pink opening. As if by instinct my pussy convulsed around him, eager to draw him deeper inside my body.

  I squirmed and moaned without shame as the sounds of sucking and licking drifted up from between my open legs. I had to pinch myself again. Was this really happening? Was Daddy really eating my cunt? How could I let him do such a forbidden thing to me? I should have pushed him away or told him to stop. Instead, I sank back into the cushions and surrendered myself to my perverted desires.

  "Oh … my … God," I whimpered as he lapped at my streaming nectar. His lips and tongue explored intimate places that a father should never know.

  I gasped when I felt a single finger slide into my depths. He curled it upwards to tickle the irresistible sweet-spot that he knew would reduce me to a shuddering mess. My pussy gushed like a river into Daddy's hand.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, determined to fight against my sinful feelings. Half of me was ashamed that I was allowing Daddy to mouth-fuck me. The other half was awash in the most blissful sensations I'd ever experienced. God, why did his tongue have to do such thrilling things to my cunt? Another gush of wetness poured from my hole as he pressed his thumb to my anus.

  I couldn't resist any longer. Daddy was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, keep licking my pussy!" I heard myself gasp. "Push your finger deeper. Make me come, Daddy. Please make me come!"

  My thighs clamped tight around his head, holding him in place so I could orgasm against his mouth. My hips bucked over and over. Big spurting gushes poured from me. For minutes afterwards I continued to shudder and convulse.

  Daddy finally pulled away. His cheeks and chin were glazed with my cream. When he sat back on his heels I saw that he was fully erect. The shaft of his cock glistened with the pre-cum that streamed from his opening. I couldn't believe he had become so aroused from eating my tiny little pussy.

  He grinned at me and wiped his face on the back of his hand. "There we go, baby. You're all cleaned up. Try to be more careful from now on. We don't want another accident like that to happen, do we."

  He sat back down beside me, and calmly returned to his own dessert. I was spent from coming so hard. My body felt limp and droopy. I needed to lie down. I figured the most comfortable place to lay my head was in Daddy's lap. I placed my cheek against his thigh and made sure I didn't bump into his raging erection in the process.

  The soft curls of his leg hairs tickled my face. I could smell the musk of his sex. My mouth watered at the memory of how his pre-cum had tasted when I scooped it off my thighs and licked it up in the privacy of my bedroom. I wondered how much better would it taste if it came directly from the source?

  I tried once more to focus on the TV. The game was going into overtime. Daddy put his finished container of ice cream aside and stroked my hair. He brushed the golden strands off my face and tucked them behind my ear. I marveled at the way I always felt so relaxed when he touched me. It didn't matter whether he was stroking my belly or caressing my head. No matter where he put his hands it was always perfect. And tonight I had made a new discovery. No matter where he put his mouth it was sure to feel amazing too.

  "It sure is a close game tonight," I said. I still couldn't believe we were able to keep watching TV as if nothing unusual had happened between us.

  Daddy reached for his beer and took a long gulp. "Who do you think is going to score next?"

  I shifted in his lap as I started to answer him. The top of my head accidentally knocked his hand. A flood of beer spilled into his lap.

  I sat up abruptly as the foamy suds ran down his washer board abs and into his crotch. He had baptized the back of my head and most of his erect cock with Budweiser.

  The state of the couch cushions was at risk! I already knew we didn't have any napkins handy to clean up the spill, so I did what any conscientious girl would have done. I tackled the mess with my mouth—starting with Daddy's drenched cock.

  He let out a shuddering moan as I enveloped his tip and began to suck. His manly essence mixed with the beer, making for an exotic taste sensation. Lower and lower I went, determined to lick him clean. I never had anyone as big as Daddy in my mouth before, and it took a lot of effort to swallow his entire length. I gagged as his bulbous tip pushed into the back of my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes. But like a good girl I sucked him clean, from tip to root.

  I pulled off him with a slow slurp and noticed that his balls were just as soaked. My pussy began to throb as I cupped the enormous orbs and slurped them into my mouth, one at a time.

  I looked up at him from his crotch. His cock brushed against my cheek. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. That was my fault. My big fat head knocked your hand. I just hope I cleaned up the mess in the nick of time." I stuck out my tongue and licked the length of his penis for good measure, just to make sure I had swallowe
d every last bit of beer.

  "You don't have a fat head," he said, and struggled to suppress a groan as I lapped him a second time.

  "Yes … but you certainly do," I said with a mischievous grin.

  I traced my tongue around the opening of his cock. He shivered beneath me as I kissed away the trickle of pre-cum. I nearly orgasmed at the taste of him. The trickle soon turned into a flow as my eager tongue probed him for more of his succulent nectar. Soon my lips and tongue weren't enough. I wrapped my whole mouth around the swollen tip of his penis and began to bob up and down with quick strokes.

  "Am I cleaning your cock properly, Daddy?" I asked between luscious mouthfuls. "Am I doing a good job?"

  Instead of answering, his buttocks lifted from the couch cushions as he tried to thrust himself deeper into my throat. With each flicker of my tongue I felt the spasms of pleasure as they rippled through his body. Oh God, how I wanted to feel his prick fill more than just my mouth. I wanted so desperately for him to stretch my cunt wide.

  It seemed that Daddy felt the same way. He hooked his hands under my armpits and lifted me into the air so I could join him on the couch. I straddled his legs as he pulled me snug against his chest. Our mouths met in a hungry, passionate kiss. I felt the throb of his saliva-slickened cock as it rubbed between the crevice of my slender buttocks.

  "Are you wet enough for me, baby girl?" he asked.

  Before I could reply he reached behind and pressed his fingers against my hole. I shivered and felt my pussy gape open for Daddy. He plunged inside, scooping out a generous dollop of my cream. He tasted some for himself, and then painted the rest of it across my outstretched tongue. Yes, I was most definitely ready for him!

  I whimpered as he stroked the tip of his penis back and forth across my slit. More than anything I wanted to sink down onto his glorious organ. But he held me firmly around the hips so I couldn't move. Clearly he was trying to prolong my desperation.