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Helen was tingly all over as her orgasm slowly faded. She slowly squeezed her fingers in and out of her satisfied pussy, letting out a quiet squishing sound each time. Her sheets were ruined, she could feel the large, wet stain under her butt. Her other hand gently tugged at her pierced nipples as a quiet moan struggled against her smiling lips.

It wasn't often that she got to scream and be loud. Her mom, Lucy, usually worked from home, but had gone to Arkansas to visit family. Her dad, Mike, was usually down stairs, or in the next bedroom, but he had gone to the gym, and had planned on the grocery store afterwards, so she knew she had a few hours of alone time. Helen liked being loud. She liked being able to scream, and curse, and spank her own ass. The house was filled with the shouts of "FUCK ME!", "OH GOD YES!", and a lot of "FUCK ME HARDER DADDY! FUCK ME HARDER DADDY!". All of that while she pounded her pussy with a thick, jelly dildo that filled her up, touching all her walls.

Helen smiled to herself as she thought about her naughtiness. She left her bedroom door open, and knew she could fall asleep at any second. Her father could come home from the store, walk in, and see her sprawled out naked on her wet bed with a huge dildo next to her. Her body began tingling again. Did she have time to rough up her pussy some more? A car door shutting outside told her no. Mike was home early.

Helen closed her bedroom door and locked it as she picked out something to wear. She hadn't done laundry yet, so outside of some skimpy, cotton shorts to slum around in, her only other outfits were cutoff jean shorts, tight blue jeans, and a couple of t-shirts and tank tops. She drummed her hands on her muscular tummy before she squeezed into a too-tight pair of jeans, and a grey, too-tight tank top. Panties and a bra were never even considered.

A look in the bathroom mirror showed that her nipple rings were very much on display in the tank top. She had smallish breasts, but they jiggled and bounced as she walked. She hoped her dad would notice. The thought of being on display in front of him had turned her on for years. She didn't know where her infatuation with him came from, but it's what drove her to seek out older men. The guys at her college didn't cut it, so she would usually spend Saturdays in a local bar or restaurant with her ass hanging out of a tight skirt or dress. When the right man came along, she seduced him and went back to his place, or a hotel for rough fucking. It usually ended with her screaming "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" at the top of her lungs while the stranger filled her with hot cum, or fired his hot load across her face and forehead. She wasn't sure which she enjoyed more, as they both made her feel like a filthy slut.

Helen opened her bedroom window and lit a cigarette as she scrolled through the messages on her phone. She had the ringer off so she could masturbate in silence, leaving a few conversations to catch up on. Apparently her friend Britney was asking for an opinion on a red, summer dress. Her friend Erin had broken up with some guy. And, her mom and aunts had sent a selfie from Arkansas. Helen took a drag off her cigarette, blew the smoke out of the side of her mouth towards the open window, and texted her replies in order: 'Looks hottt!', 'Im' so sorry... :(', and 'Awwww, wish I had come!'

Helen heard her dad shuffling around in the kitchen down stairs, hopefully getting ready to make dinner. She played with her phone a little more, tossed her cigarette out the window, blowing the last of the smoke with it, then headed down stairs after one more look in the mirror. As she got down stairs, Mike was sitting on the couch, still sweaty from his work out.

"Gross!" she teased. "Sit on a towel or something." She walked passed him on the couch, wiping some sweat off his arm with her finger. He smiled and smacked her leg playfully. As she walked into the kitchen, and she was sure he couldn't see her, she licked his sweat from her finger, and smiled. "What are you home early for?"

"I didn't feel like going to the store, I figured we could order a pizza or something. You game?" Mike called into the kitchen as he flipped through the TV.

"Yeah, sounds good." Helen had reappeared in the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to him. Her nipples were rock hard, she hoped he noticed.

"K. Go ahead and order, use the blue card." Mike handed her his wallet. "I'm going to go shower." Mike playfully rubbed a sweaty arm against her, and she acted grossed out.

"I could lick you clean." Helen thought to her self as she watched him disappear upstairs. Her dad was in great shape. His muscular legs filled the running shorts he had on, and the tank top he was wearing clung to his flat, sweaty stomach, and broad back. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched. She shook her head and began ordering the pizza.

"Hey sugar." Mike had called Lucy as he was undressing to shower. "How's the sibling rivalry?

"Oh my god, my sisters are arguing about everything. What are you doing?" Lucy's lips popped quietly as she pulled a cigarette from her lips and exhaled.

"About to shower. Your daughter is being a little tease, so I may be in there a little long." Mike had definitely noticed Helen's nipple rings.

"Oh really?" Lucy looked over her shoulder to make sure she had some privacy. "And what is the little slut doing now?" She slowly traced a line along the inside of her thigh, from the bottom hem of her shorts, to the back of her knee. She and Mike had often talked about their daughter in bed. Whether it was actual role play, or just talking about her like she's a piece of meat, they both got off by sexualizing her.

"She's wearing a pair of jeans that look painted on, and a little tank top that's so tight I can see the shine from her piercings." By now, Mike had started to stroke his erect cock. "When you get back, I'm going to fucking tear you to pieces."

"Mmmmmm..." Lucy moaned into the phone. "Promise daddy?"

"Oh fuck...." Mike spit into his hand to slick up his cock. "Oh yeah, baby, daddy promises. He promises to bend his girl over and fill her fucking pussy up..."

Lucy let out a playful squeal. "Why don't you go in there, and stuff your fucking cock down our daughter's throat, Mike? Hmm? Just head down stairs, grab her by her pretty, brown hair, and throat fuck her."

"Jesus, Lucy. You're a worthless fucking whore." Mike cussed into the phone while he slowly jacked off.

"Worthless? I'm at least good for fucking. And sucking cock. And swallowing cum. And dressing in your daughter's old cheerleader uniform so you can pretend you're fucking her." Lucy cussed back while she listened to her husband jack off.

"Don't act like you don't like pretending you're her when we do that." Mike hissed, picking up his pace.

"Mmmm...I do like when you scream her name while we're fucking. And pull my hair. And spank my ass...daddy."

"That's my good girl." Mike was close to cumming when he heard his sister in law interrupt his wife on the phone.

"Well Mike, tell Helen I said hi, I have to go inside. And, uh," Helen whispered, "if you really...really...need to...I would be okay with you bending that little slut over, and fucking her on my side of the bed tonight."

"Oh fuck, you slut...I love you."

"Bye sweetie. Love you, too. Have fun." Lucy hung up, and finished her cigarette before lighting another one and heading into the house to hang out with her sisters.

Lucy's words were singed into his ears. He thought about how good it would feel to be up to his balls in her tight pussy, with a fistful of her hair, while he pounded her harder and harder. He climbed into the steaming shower, and resisted the urge to finish jacking off. He decided he was fucking his daughter tonight.

About twenty minutes later, Mike came downstairs in a pair of clean sweats, a t-shirt, and freshly shaven. The sun had gone down, and the house was dark except for the blue glow from the TV.

"You order?" He asked as he headed down stairs.

"Yeah, it's on the way, should be here in about ten more minutes." Helen smiled at her
dad.

"Good." Mike wandered into the kitchen to make them some drinks. "Want a Jack and Coke?" He asked as he started pulling liquor out of the cabinet.

"Sure. Make mine strong." Helen called back. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Helen answered, signed the receipt, and took the pizza in to the kitchen. Her dad met her at the kitchen table with their cocktails. He stole glances of her hard nipples, and every now and then, her shirt would ride up showing a hint of her tummy.

"So. How's mom doing?" Helen asked as she took a big bite of pizza.

"Good. Your aunts are pains in the ass as usual. We watching a movie tonight?"

"Yeah. Action? Comedy?" She stole glances of her dad's body. She tried not to make it obvious, even though her first instinct was to just stare and lick her lips.

"Whatever is fine with me. How's the drink?"

Helen took a sip of her cocktail and coughed a little. "Wow...strong."

"Oh, sorry. Here," Mike poured some more Coke in to make it more bearable. She sipped it and nodded. The two finished eating, refreshed their cocktails, and headed into the living room.

Helen began searching for a movie to watch online. Both of them were starting to feel the effects of their drinks, so every time they came across a b-movie, they hurled insults and jokes at the TV. Finally, she came across Showgirls, getting a big laugh from both of them.

"Oh! What the hell? Why is this on here? Jessie Spano, you fell so far." Mike shook his head and laughed.

"What?! This is a classic! The choreography, the hardcore nudity, the romance!" Helen clicked play. Her dad tried grabbing the remote from her, but she stuffed it into the cushions.

"Jeez, Helen, why not just put a porno on?" Mike was sarcastic, but deep down, they both would have killed for that scenario. His cock began to twitch to life with the thought of what was ahead of them.

The movie lived up to it's bad reputation on acting and plot, but it's good reputation on nudity. Mike and Helen exchanged jokes and made fun of the bad sex scenes, but both fell quiet when it came time for the actual dancing and other nude scenes. As time wore on, Helen stretched herself out on the couch, throwing her feet across her dad's lap. Mike's cock was at full mast now, and he was glad he had worn the baggy sweats he had on. His thoughts moved to how Helen was doing. He thought about diving between her knees. He wanted to smell her, and taste her. He wanted to feel her fingers digging through his hair as his tongue lapped at her clit. Was she shaved? A landing strip? Did she have any piercings down there also?

"I need another drink." Helen interrupted his thoughts. He looked at her holding her drink up to him. She had a different look about her though. An "evil" smirk was spread across her lips, and her eyes were...seductive. There was no other word for it. Mike's cock twitched. Could he get up and get her a drink without her seeing it? Would she even care? "And don't puss out on the whiskey this time." she winked at him. Her foul language turned him on.

"You better watch your mouth." Mike said playfully as he gripped her chin, then took her drink and headed for the kitchen. Little did he know, talking to her like that and gripping her chin had sent a massive shudder from her scalp, down to her clit.

"Holy fuck!" she mouthed to herself. She hadn't noticed her dad's huge erection though. He stood in the kitchen trying to relax and let it soften but to no avail. As he finished making her drink, he did what he could to maneuver it in his sweats, then pretended to be interested in the movie as he walked back into the living room, angling himself to the TV.

"What did I miss?" he asked as he sat down.

"Tits, and bad acting." she took the drink he held out to her and took a sip. It was a little stronger. Bad for her liver, and bad for her inhibitions. Eventually the movie ended.
"So now what?" she asked.

"I don't know. I didn't see anything else worth watching." Mike flipped over to cable and started looking for something to watch. He eventually stopped on a cooking show with some lady baking a dessert. It appeared to be a cake or a pie, topped high with whip cream and cocoa powder.

"Hoooly fuck that looks good!" Helen giggled and kicked her feet giddily. When she stopped her ankle had rested directly across her dad's hard cock. The pressure felt amazing, but he was very unsure what she was going to do or think. He wasn't even sure she noticed yet, but eventually it would twitch or jump because it felt so good. "Do we have anything for dessert?" she asked. Helen moved her foot back and forth to get his attention. Mike was still unsure if she knew she was rubbing his cock.

"Your pussy is for dessert..." Is what Mike wanted to say. "I don't know. Let's check the freezer." The two ran off to the kitchen like a couple of k**s. Mike did what he could to keep his erection down, but ultimately, after the last four drinks, he didn't care what his daughter saw. She made it to the freezer before him and bent over at the waist. Her jeans hugged her ass, the back of them diving deep in between her cheeks.

"I see whip creeeeeaaaaam..." Helen called back to her dad, her head still in the freezer.

"Lemme' see." Mike walked up behind her and peered in the freezer to see if there was anything else. Helen stood up, holding the whip cream in her hands. She felt her dad standing close to her, almost against her. She bent forward so that her ass was once again in the air, jutting her butt against her dad's cock. Mike wasn't sure if it was an accident at first, but all doubt was removed when he felt her wiggle back and forth. He gently leaned forward against her pressing directly between her butt cheeks.

"Hmmmm...you figure we have any strawberries?" Helen asked as she stood and turned to look at her dad. "Or should I just eat this off your fucking cock?" Her body crawled with shock at her self as the words left her mouth. Had she just crossed a line?

Mike didn't know how to respond. His mouth dropped, but then he regained his composure as he realized this is what he wanted. This is what he wanted, this is what his wife wanted, and this is what Helen wanted. She was still holding the whip cream, and had looked down at her dad's tented sweat pants. Without saying anything, he leaned in and kissed her. He pulled her close against his chest and slid his tongue into her hungry and waiting mouth. A quiet whimper escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around her father, dropping the whip cream. Next, a leg was wrapped around his leg. The two leaned against the fridge making out, and rubbing their legs against each other for what seemed like minutes, but was only about 30 seconds.

"Holy shit..." Helen laughed and blushed. She then grabbed her dad's hand and led him to the couch to continue making out. They both knew that if they stopped, they'd lose their nerve and this wouldn't happen. She fell on her back and pulled her dad on top of her. They continued kissing, darting their tongues in and out of each others' mouths while grinding against each other's legs.

Mike's hands explored his daughter's body. His fingers felt electric as they touched parts of her he never thought he'd touch. Her skin was warm and soft. He ran his hand along her flat stomach, feeling the finest of peach-fuzz hairs near her belly button. He was working his hand upwards under the tight tank top. Helen stopped him, leaned forward, peeled the shirt off and deliberately placed her father's hands on to her naked, warm, fleshy tits. Her pierced nipples felt on fire as his rough palms slowly groped her.

"Harder!" she commanded with a breathless gasp as she interrupted their kissing, then shoved her tongue back down her father's throat. Mike gripped her tits harder. He didn't know her threshold for pain yet, so he was afraid of hurting her, but she moaned and pressed her pussy against him, so he must have been doing it right. Her piercings felt great in his hands. He had wanted to see them, to feel them, for so long, and now he was getting to. He gently pulled at the left one, making her squeal with pleasure.

"Holy fuck that feels good!" she pulled at her dad's shirt, peeling it off and tossing it on the floor. Helen buried her face in his neck and naked chest, kissing and nibbling the flesh. Eventually, the kissing and grinding wasn't enough. They needed more.

Mike picked his daughter up. Helen wrapped her legs around his waist, and Mike carried her to his bedroom. He intended to do exactly what his wife had said. He planned on bending her over, and fucking her into a wet, gushy mess on his wife's side of the bed. They didn't stop kissing and biting each other's lips until they were in the bedroom. Mike tossed her onto the bed and slid his sweat pants off. His thick cock sprang forward and a small string of precum dripped down to the floor. Helen's eyes were wide as she fumbled with her zipper. Before she had completely unzipped, Mike had tugged the jeans off of her in two swift tugs. He stood back and admired her body for a few seconds. Her legs were long, curvy, and slim. Her tummy was flat, her butt curvy, and she was shaved. "Holy fuck..." was all he could say to himself.

Helen sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her dad close. She slid his cock into her waiting mouth and looked up at him with her big, brown eyes. Mike ran a hand behind her ear and gently gripped her head. He thought about what Lucy had said, just grab her head and throat fuck her. He wasn't sure that was the right path yet.

Helen worked her head back and forth like a pro. Her lips were soft, and gently gripped his cock as she slid along his shaft. His cock was warm and felt good on her lips. The head was bulbous, pressing against her throat. Some precum was sticking and sliding along her tongue. It tasted sweet, but bitter. "Mmmmmmm...." Helen moaned, sending a vibration along her dad's cock. She ran her hands behind her dad's waist and gripped his ass, pulling him tight against her face, deep throating his cock. He gasped and lunged forward against her face, pressing as much of his cock down her throat as he could. She slid his cock from her mouth, leaving a web of spit and slobber dangling down her lips and chin.

Mike bent his daughter over on the bed. He ass and pussy were high in the air as he dropped to his knees behind her. He parted her cheeks wide, and slid his tongue deep into her waiting snatch. She tasted heavenly. It was slightly musky, but sweet and inviting. She squealed as he began licking laps up and down her pussy.

"Oh daddy...daddy..." Helen was whimpering into the mattress. "I need you daddy..."
Mike gripped his daughter's ass and pulled her cheeks apart further, digging his finger nails into the flesh. "Please fuck me...please fuck me...

Mike's head was spinning with lust. He stood up and angled his thick cock against her pussy and thrust. Helen grunted as her body swallowed her father's cock in one push.

"Oh shit!" Mike exclaimed as he fell forward on his daughter. She was warm, tight, and soaking wet. The sensation along his shaft was unbearably pleasurable, so much that he went weak in the knees. Helen giggled.

"You didn't finish already, did you, baby?" she asked in a husky, but sweet voice.

"Not yet you little slut." Mike stood back up and spanked her ass before going into a fucking-frenzy. He wasn't slow, he wasn't loving, he wasn't romantic. He was an a****l. The room was filled with the sounds of loud, hard, fucking. Sweaty flesh pounding against sweaty flesh.

"OH GOD YESSSS! OH GOD YESSSS!" Helen screamed passed her gritted teeth. "Fuck me harder! Make it fucking hurt! Hurt my fucking pussy, daddy!"
Mike responded by pounding harder and spanking her ass. She squealed and laughed. Without breaking rhythm, Mike grabbed a hand full of her short, wavy, chestnut hair and jerked her head back. "Uggggggghhhhhhhh....Fuck yessss! Thaaaat's iiiiit!"

Mike was able to use her hair to leverage himself and drill harder. He could feel his shaft extending further down her pussy with each thrust. Helen was growling in pleasure. The empty house was echoing with the sounds of her screaming and howling. She sounded like a caged a****l.

Their bodies were slick with a layer of sweat. Helen's hair was matted against her forehead, and the sheets stuck to her body. Her dad rolled her over on to her back and fell forward between her legs. Helen wrapped her thighs around his waist, squeezing him in tighter. Mike continued to paw at her tits while he thrust hard and deep. He could feel his balls boiling with cum.

"Choke me you mother fucker!" Helen hissed into her father's neck. "Choke me! Please!"

"Holy shit, you are a kinky fucking slut, aren't you baby? What did your mother and I raise?"

"What did you expect when I've listened to you two fucking all these years? Now wrap that fucking hand around my neck and choke me goddammit!" Helen slapped her father. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, kissed her, then broke the kiss and did as he was told. He lifted himself to his knees and gripped her neck. The slick sweat made it hard to hold, but the look of excitement in her eyes told him he was doing the job.

"That'sh ith! That'sh ith!" Helen screamed at him through her clenched jaw. Spit rolled out of the corners of her mouth while her father's strong hand gripped her neck. His other hand held on to her hip. He dug his fingers into the flesh, his thumb hooking deep into her hip bone. Sweat dripped onto her stomach as he continued thrusting his thick cock in and out of her insides. Her wetness had gone from a wet, slick oily sheen, to a white, frothy milk. Each thrust caused a 'shlop shlop shlop', forcing more creaminess to ooze out of her pussy and roll down to her ass.

"Cuminme! Cuminme! Now! Now!" Helen screamed at her dad through clenched teeth as an orgasm raced through her body. She squeezed her legs around her father's waist and thrust her hips upwards against his body as she felt his cock begin to pulse and spill his cum inside of her. Thick, white, hot ropes of cum coated her insides and enveloped his cock. He continued thrusting while he gasped into her neck.

"Holy shit...holy shit...oh fuck..." Mike struggled to catch his breath as he fell forward on to his daughter. Every so often he would flex his cock and squeeze more cum into his daughter's convulsing pussy. "Oh baby...oh my god..."

"Sssshhh..." Helen cooed while she stroked her father's hair and ran her fingers along her father's back. Their breathing was raspy and heavy while they recovered from their orgasms. Their warm breaths washed over each others' necks, in contrast to the cool sweat no the rest of their bodies.

Mike slid his cock from Helen's pussy, and a river of cum and pussy juice rolled out of her abused snatch, pooling on the sheets. Helen kissed her father deeply as he wrapped the two of them in the comforter, and they drifted off to sleep in a creamy, wet, sweaty puddle.

The next morning, Helen awoke alone in her parents' bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sat up and the previous night's fun came back to her. Her father had gone to work and wouldn't be home until that evening.

Helen reached between her thighs and squeezed her pussy. Her clit tingled as she pressed it between her fingers, while she explored the dried mess between her thighs. It was time for a shower. As she stood up to go to her bedroom, she looked at the sheets and saw the extent of the huge mess she and her dad had made. A large, pale white, smeared stain was underneath her while she slept. It made her smile.

The air was cool on her naked body as she padded down the hallway. She felt sore. Her pussy was well worked, her legs were wobbly, her neck was tired, and her nipples stung. She had always loved the feeling the morning after a hard fuck. She felt used.

Helen lit a cigarette and wandered into her bathroom, leaving a thin trail of smoke behind her. As she looked in the mirror, she almost jumped. A smile crept across her face as she admired her 'battle wounds'. Her thighs, hips, tits, and neck had small, pale bruises from her father's fingers, and every now and then there was a trail of red marks from his fingernails. Helen turned her waist and looked at her ass. It was red from spanking. She gave it a hard, loud slap and giggled.

Helen turned on the water and the bathroom filled with steam. She took a couple more drags off her cigarette and flushed it, then climbed into shower. The hot water felt amazing as it washed over her body. The dried semen and pussy juice from the night before softened and drooled down her thighs. Spots where Mike had been too rough; scratched too hard, gripped too hard; were extra sensitive as the hot water washed over them. "Mmmm...good job, daddy." Helen purred to herself as she rubbed a deep scratch and a couple bruises between her thighs. "Mommy is a lucky little slut..."

"No...you...fucking...didn't..." Lucy was breathless as she masturbated and listened to Mike tell her about the night before. He was in his locked office and had plenty of privacy, so he held his phone with one hand, and jacked off with the other. "You...came in our...daughter's pussy? She just...fucking...let you?"

"Let me? She told me to. Mmmm..." Mike moaned as he stroked his cock.

"Oh my god...I wish I was there for it. Mmmm."

"Hell, baby. If you were there, it probably wouldn't have even happened."

"So, what are you going...to do tonight? Are you going to fuck her again? Can you put me on speaker phone...and let me listen?" Lucy was close to cumming. "Please? Let me listen to you fuck our baby girl..."

"My god you're fucking evil. I don't know though. I have no idea how she feels about what happened last night."

"So fucking text her!" Lucy ordered. "If she was as into it as you say, she probably can't wait for you to get home and-UNGH!- power fuck her tight little pussy."

"Are you k**ding? She's probably hanging herself in a closet with a vibrator stuffed in her pussy based off of how she was last night." Mike's joke made Lucy laugh. "Seriously, baby. What the fuck did we raise? I thought we were twisted for our little role plays, but I just scratched the surface with her and she's already a freak."

"You need to keep the momentum going, Mike. Fucking destroy her tonight. Pull-oh god that feels good-pull out my toy box and go to fucking town on her. I have to go baby, I'm going to need both hands. Love you."

"Mmmm...Love you, too." The two ended their conversation. Mike sat in his office and started to text his daughter, while 600 miles away, his wife was biting her shoulder to keep quiet while she orgasmed and squirt all over her sister's bathroom floor.

Mike sent a quick text and waited anxiously for a response. He was nervous, and was terrified Helen wouldn't respond. He was afraid she would regret everything from last night. He was afraid she would think he was a monster. An eternity passed, then Helen responded.

Mike: hey sweetie...how are u? ideas for dinner tonight?
Helen: great after my shower! i dont care about dinner, but were out of jack and coke ;) plz get more

Mike's body exploded in fireworks. His daughter didn't seem to be upset about last night, in fact, she seemed pretty happy about it.

Mike: can do :) ill head by the liquor store on the way home
Helen: ill be waiting

Mike laughed, tucked his cock away, and suffered through the rest of his work day.

At home, Helen had finished texting her father as she swirled the last bit of shaving cream down the drain. Her pussy and legs were now freshly shaven, and extra sensitive. She rubbed her self down with a very thin layer of baby oil, brushed her teeth, put on some deodorant, a splash of perfume, and she was fully refreshed, ready for another day of lazing around, followed by a brutally hard fucking from her father.

Helen didn't bother with clothes. She lay in bed smoking and playing on her phone most of the day, interrupted only by brief masturbation sessions. She let her hands explore her body; every bruise and scratch, her clit, her labia, her insides, her piercings, while thinking of her father from the night before. She had A LOT of fun, but she wanted more, and she wanted to show him more.

Helen wanted to let her father know she wasn't a little girl. She wanted to show him how naughty she was, and show him everything she knew about fucking. She wanted to show him how hard she could fuck, and grind. She wanted to ride him cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl. She wanted fucked doggy style. She wanted to squat over his cock and bounce up and down. She wanted to swallow his cum, or just play with it and drool it all over her face. She wanted to feel his hard, fleshy cock drilled into her tight ass hole. She wanted to 69 him and feel his warm balls on her nose. She wanted to show him how much she could squirt. "Daddy, come fuck my tight pussy!" she screamed into the empty house, just for the sake of listening to the crude echo.

The liquor store was crowded for a Monday, but after standing in line for a frustratingly long time, Mike was out of the store and back on his way home with a big glass bottle of Jack Daniels, and a 12 pack of Coke. His cock was swollen and drooling the whole drive home. At home, Helen was getting ready for another night of fun.

Twilight was 45 minutes away. Shadows had grown long outside, but the sun was still out. Helen had opened a window in the bathroom for some fresh air, and was enjoying the breeze. She had finished her eye shadow; blue, fluffed her eye lashes, added blush, and was now picking out a lipstick shade. "Hmmm...bright red? No...black? No...what do I have in pinks? Neon pink...hot pink...magenta...ha! That'll do." Helen picked out a bright, almost electric shade of what she could only describe as 'pussy pink'. It had a lot of pop, was bright, vibrant, and shiny. "Yup, pussy pink." She slathered the lipstick on, and gently popped her lips together a few times. Next, she fished a couple of baby wipes from under her sink and ran them between her legs to freshen up her pussy and ass. Even though she'd spent the whole day relaxing, she wanted everything to be perfect for daddy. Helen closed the window and headed down stairs to play on her phone and wait for her father.

Mike closed the door behind him and turned to see Helen sitting in the recliner. She was dolled up, perfect make up, wavy hair, and naked. Her long legs were crossed one over the other, and he could make a few bruises from the other night. He held up the liquor and soda. Helen responded by adjusting seductively opening her legs nice and wide, dr****g them over the arm rests of the recliner. Her beautiful pussy was spread wide open.

Helen's pussy was really a work of art. The labia were just a little long and loose, but even. The slightly darker labia gave a lot of contrast to the bright, soft, wet, pink, velvety pussy underneath. Her clit was hidden under a tiny hood, peaking out just ever so slightly. "Welcome home, daddy..." Helen lit a cigarette, tucked the lighter into the pack, played with the smoke by letting it drift out of her mouth, and back into her nose, then blew the large plume over her head. A big grin spread across his face. Mike sat the drinks on the floor, and crawled his way to his daughter. He gently latched his lips on to her moist pussy, slowly eating his daughter out as she ran her fingers through his hair. In no time, she was running down his chin, and neck. Mike couldn't wait for Lucy to come back from vacation so she could join in.