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Stacy woke up with a wet spot between her legs on her sheets. She fell asleep after sending a warm flood of cum into her hands. The liquid was sweet and sticky and as she was cumming she felt the fluid squeeze through her fingers and drip off of her knuckles. Her head rushed, her body tingled, and she fell asleep. Now, she was awake and hungry. She pulled on a pair of loose fitting cotton shorts and a t-shirt and headed down stairs, smiling at the big stain in the middle of her bed. She looked down her thighs and saw they were stained with her own cum. Stacy licked her fingers and rubbed the stain away as best as she could, but it was going to require a shower to disappear completely.
The kitchen was clean and cool and her nipples hardened as she stood in the refrigerator looking for something to eat. A cucumber and some cream cheese would make a perfect snack. There wasn't much else to eat, her mother hadn't gone grocery shopping before leaving for her family reunion this morning and would be gone all weekend. Her dad was either at a friends or at work and they would have to go and buy food later that night.
The cucumber was cold and hard in her hand. She held it with both hands and bent down at the waist to look for the cream cheese. It was somewhere in the back. She felt her ass and pussy open up as she bent over and felt very naughty. Being home alone made her want to do naughty things. She wanted to peel her clothes off and walk around naked. She wanted to lay on the floor with her legs spread and her pussy open, watching TV. She wanted to grind and fuck on her dad's pillow. She found the cream cheese.
Stacy turned on the faucet and began rinsing off the cucumber. Her clit started tingling as she stroked the vegetable up and down, running her fingers along the length of it, making her think of a fat cock. She laid the cucumber on the cutting board and was about to cut it into slices but paused. She looked out the window to make sure her father's car was gone. It was. She picked the cucumber up and spit onto the end of it, just like she would a cock head. Her spit rolled down the shaft and onto her fingers. She slid the spit up and down and put the cucumber to her mouth and started sucking it. She wasn't very experienced and had only given a few blow jobs, but she had seen enough pornos and had picked up more than a few nasty tricks. But, she really just liked the full feeling in her mouth. She liked the way the cucumber felt pressing against her throat, it was much bigger than anything she'd had out of her high school. For the first time, she realized she didn't have a gag reflex. She kept shoving the cucumber deeper into her mouth and it finally bottomed out, pressing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her eyes were wide with excitement at her new talent. The hard cucumber bent and flexed just like a cock would. She pulled the veggie from her mouth and gasped with a loud "Bwah!" as it came all the way out. It was covered in a thick, white, webby layer of spit. A thick, rope bridge of spit and slobber clung to the end of the cucumber and her lips and chin. The rope bridge broke and slid down her neck and shirt. She was horny again.
Stacy stood in the kitchen blowing the cucumber for another ten minutes, getting her self more and more horny. More and more spit drained and rolled down her chin and onto her shirt. She was grinding her pussy against the corner of the dining room table, loving the pressure and hard texture on her clit. It was time to test this fucker out for real.
Stacy headed for her bedroom, almost at a jog, stripped naked and laid on the bed with her legs spread wide. The cucumber was slick with spit and warmer to the touch and more flexible. She spread her pussy lips and pressed the veggie against her opening, spreading her nice and wide as it filled her up. Another gasp escaped her lips. Again, the cucumber was much bigger than anything she'd gotten out of high school. It was covered in little knobs and bumps and felt great digging into her velvety, fleshy insides.
Stacy looked up at her bedroom door and was about to get up and lock it before she got too serious, but decided not to. It was too fun and dangerous to leave it open. Her body tingled with danger at the thought of getting caught with a cucumber in her pussy. What would her father say?
What would he say? Would Craig yell at her for being a bad girl? Would he call her a naughty little brat and spank her ass? Would he be embarrassed? Would she be embarrassed? She felt her pussy stretching to accommodate the thick, green cucumber. It was a very new sensation compared to the couple of young, below average cocks that she'd had. Her speed picked up and she started leaving a wet film all over the veggie. The film soon turned into a froth. Each stroke was a wave of pleasure.
Stacy's thoughts soon turned back to her father. She'd always been his little girl, the apple of his eye, and she'd always had a little crush on him like most daughters do with their fathers. In her more intimate and alone moments, she would whisper "daddy...daddy...make me cum daddy...". Now was one of those intimate and alone moments. She buried her face in the pillow as she started getting louder and louder.
"Daddy! Daddy! Make me cum daddy!...Fuck me! Please fuck me!" her screams were muffled by the pillow. The cucumber was getting slicker and more flexible with each stroke. She couldn't breathe and tossed the pillow away, her screaming echoing through the house. And again, she flooded her sheets with a strong stream of cum gushing from her tight, fresh pussy.
Her chest was heaving as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Stacy pulled the cucumber from her pussy and looked at it, shiny and white with pussy juice. She shoved it back down her throat, loving the musky taste of her own juices. The cum and spit collected all over her lips and nose, rolling down her cheeks and to her neck. Some dribbled into her ear and even more got into her hair. She rubbed her clit, pulling at the hood and squeezing the little button between her fingers.
She never heard the car pull up, but the front door was impossible to miss. It slammed shut and she heard her father toss his keys into the bowl by the front door. Her heart was racing as she jumped up and shut her bedroom door. Her slim, girlish figure ran on her tip toes like a dancer and quietly closed it, locking the knob. She smiled and giggled to her self as she flopped back down on the bed with the cucumber still in her hand, wondering what she looked like. She could feel the blobs of cum and spit hanging from her face and sticking to her neck. Stacy tossed the cucumber to the side and checked her self out in the bathroom mirror.
Yep, she looked like a porn start. She liked looking like a "barely legal" porn start. She liked looking like she'd just gotten done on the casting couch. A white stream was rolling between her smallish tits. Her nipples felt amazing as she rubbed her hands over them, rubbing and dragging the nipples through the center of her palms.
"Slut...Bitch...Whore..." Stacy said to her self in the mirror. She ran her tongue down around her lower lip and chin trying to gobble up a pile of spit and cum, but it just slid around. Stacy leaned over the sink and gently rocked her head back and forth, making the thick glaze dangle from side to side. "Are you daddy's blonde slut? Are you? Daddy only likes sluts...He doesn't want a good girl. He wants a slut..." Stacy pulled at her nipples and ran a hand down her flat tummy, dipping a finger into her belly button and finally down past her pelvis and to her fleshy pussy lips. She wondered what her father was doing. She wondered what he would do if she walked into the living room naked and just sat and watched TV on the couch. What would he do if she climbed on to his lap and started grinding her pussy into him. There was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Stacy, you decent?" Craig's voice came from the other side.
"No." she thought to her self, I'm not decent. I just got done fucking myself with a thick, hard vegetable and am covered in my own pussy juice and spit. "No, I'm about to shower!" she called from her bathroom.
"Ok, I was gonna' head to the grocery store, you wanna' go with?" his voice was muffled from the other side. Stacy wanted it muffled between her thighs.
"Yeah, I'll be quick!" Stacy turned on the shower and cleaned her self up, enjoying the heat wash over her body. After a few minutes with a hair dryer and brush and a few more to put on a little eye shadow and mascara, she was ready to get dressed.
Stacy felt clean and fresh. She kept running a hand up and down her smooth pussy while she stared into her closet. Her father had never really been a prude about the way she dressed and having her mother on her team helped her get away with some pretty skimpy outfits. She pulled a bright pink shirt with spaghetti straps off a hanger and paired it with some tiny blue jean shorts. The frayed bottoms revealed a tiny bit of her firm butt cheeks. The crotch was shredded and frayed as well, letting her hot pussy breathe. She didn't pick out a bra or panties, she wanted to go commando.
The drive to the store was filled with small talk. Her father was apparently at his friends house all day helping him build a dog house for his k**s' new pet. The thought of him covered in sweat working with his hands combined with the cold air conditioner blowing on her turned her nipples into diamonds. The shirt clung tightly to her, showing off her hard nipples. She felt her pussy start to moisten also and crossed her legs, squeezing her clit between her legs.
The grocery store was crowded and she loved the feeling of being on display. She knew her nipples were sticking out and she felt the material from her shorts spread and split depending on how she walked. She may have well been wearing crotchless shorts. They walked around the store filling up the cart with food and snacks. As they walked through the produce section she got even more wet thinking about her fun with the cucumber earlier. She spotted a big, thick green one, weighed it on the scale, printed the price tag for it and stuck it to the big vegetable. It was either going to be a fun toy or a healthy meal, she hadn't decided. Maybe both...
Stacy felt the crotch of her shorts getting wet. The few pieces of shredded jeans in between her legs acted like perfect wicks for her young nectar, soaking up every drop that dripped from her fresh pussy.
Craig couldn't keep his eyes off of his daughter. Every time she bent down to get something from a bottom shelf or stretched onto her tip toes to grab from the top shelf he was given a tantalizing view of her ass cheeks and a glimpse of her pussy, or a view of her slim, perfect torso covered by a pink, tight shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, that much he knew and she was either wearing a nude pair of panties or none at all His cock was rock hard and he couldn't wait until his wife got home to talk to her about it The two of them had a very kinky side and he and Sarah had role played that she was Stacy on more than a few occasions. His lust for his daughter was why the two of them allowed her to dress as scantily as she did. Craig hung back about 20 feet while Stacy continued browsing through the aisle. He pulled his phone out and stealthily pretended to be texting, but in reality he was letting the camera focus and zoom on Stacy.
Stacy had her back to him and bent down at the waist, just like she had done when she was in the fridge looking for the cream cheese. And again, she felt her pussy and ass spread open. She knew she was giving her dad a great view if he was looking and she knew her pussy was visible from that angle, but still covered by the shredded jeans. She hoped he was looking at her. She hoped his cock was hard and straining against his jeans. She wanted to tease him. She wanted to tempt him. Most of all, she wanted him to give in and take her.
Craig had zoomed in on Stacy and snapped the tantalizing picture of her tight ass in the blue jean shorts. There was a definite glimpse of fleshy pink from her pussy and her legs were tan and tone. He attached it to a text message and sent it to his wife. He knew Sarah would love it. He caught up to her with the cart, she tossed a can of sloppy Joe sauce in and the two kept walking. Through the store. His phone chimed and he casually read the message, slowing down while Stacy walked ahead again. Sarah had sent a selfie of her seductively licking her lips with a message saying: "When I get home I'm going to steal that oufit from her and let you fuck me in it." Craig replied asking: "Can we fuck on her bed again like we did a few weeks ago?" His phone chimed again and Sarah had answered him: "Absolutely! I loved getting cum all over her pillow ;-) I just gotta' make sure I wash it this time, can't believe we forgot! I'm surprised she didn't smell me all over it!". Craig's cock was raging and hard now. He could feel his pre-cum soaking into his boxers. He looked up at Stacy, his eyes scanning up and down her body, wanting to bend her over in the dairy section and fuck her right there. What would she say if he made a move on her at home? Would she call him a naughty daddy? Would she tell him no? Would she open wide and swallow his cock like a good girl? Time to go to check out.
The ride home was filled with more small talk and big sexual tension. They put the groceries away, cooked a light dinner of chicken with a salad and glazed carrots occupied by more small talk and eventually parted ways and went to their separate bedrooms.
The house was quiet. In Stacy's room she texted one of her girlfriends, Megan, back and forth. They were very close and very open so Stacy made sure to tell her all about her fun with the cucumber. The girls laughed about it and compared more sexual adventures, exchanged goofy pictures, and eventually a couple of sexy pics. Stacy had only been with Megan sexually a couple of times but they were more friends than lovers. The girls would play with themselves in each others company and occasionally have heavy make out and grinding sessions. But, they were more friends than anything else. The sexy pictures were sent back and forth more as a way to evaluate and critique their bodies and give them selves compliments about their sexiness. It was just fun girlfriend stuff.
In Craig's room he had climbed into the bed after a shower and was stroking his cock while Sarah talked dirty to him. She kept asking if daddy missed her. She asked him to call her Stacy and beg her to suck daddy's cock. Her voice was sultry and smoky on the other line. She sounded obscene and disgusting as she kept encouraging him to fuck his little girl. Eventually the conversation turned more serious.
"Baby...I want you to do it...I want you to fuck her." Sarah's voice was factual and encouraging. Craig was quiet and listened to his wife talk. He heard her flick her lighter and light a cigarette. He heard the pop of her lips as they pulled away from the smoke to exhale. "I think it would be so fucking hot. I know she'd enjoy it, I've seen the way she looks at you. She's closer to you than she is to me." Her lips popped again and he heard her gently exhaling the smoke. He kept thinking about his wife's words.
"As much fun as that would be, I don't think she'd go for it. It's a big step from having a crush on your father to letting him crush your pussy." Craig was still squeezing his cock, enjoying the conversation.
"Please baby...I want to know you're fucking her. I want to be laying here right now, knowing that your cock is deep in my baby girl." her baby girl was certainly no baby, but she got off on calling her that. "You're chicken." Sarah teased, giggling into the phone.
"Maybe a little." his voice was breathy as he stroked harder and faster.
"Come on baby. Just think, you could be burying that cock into her pussy right now. In just 20 brief minutes, you could be filling it with cum..."
"Mmm...is she on the pill still?"
"Oh yes...I wouldn't let my baby girl dress like that without being protected." Her lips popped and she exhaled again. Sarah listened to Craig's heavy breathing, egging him on more and more. Before she knew it, the phone suddenly went silent. She looked at the screen and saw that the call had ended. She tried calling Craig back and got no answer. She tried again. No answer. "He isn't. Is he?" Sarah asked her self. Had she really just coaxed her husband into fucking their teenage daughter? Her pussy swam at the thought. She finished her cigarette and went back into her aunt's house where her large family had gathered for a wholesome, joyous weekend, all the while she imagined her husband destroying her baby girl back home.
Craig stood up and checked himself out in the bathroom mirror. He brushed his teeth, refreshed his deodorant, and sprayed some cologne around his neck and waist. His hands were shaking thinking about what he was about to do. He pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that hugged his hard body. He was no body builder, but he was fairly lean and the muscles and structure he did have were pronounced. His chest and back were stretched between a broad pair of shoulders and his arms were thick. He looked at himself, knowing that a girl as slim and petite as his daughter would be easy to throw around in bed. If she was anything like her mother, she would have no problem taking a hard pounding. He left his room and knocked on her door on his way down to the living room. She was slow to answer.
"What's up?" Stacy called.
"Hey baby, I was having trouble sleeping, want some ice cream?" he wasn't even sure they had ice cream. There was a pause.
"Sure, let me finish talking to Megan. I'll be down in a minute."
Craig walked away, nervous and horny beyond belief. His cock jutted out and pressed against his sweats. The tent was large.
He flipped the lights on in the kitchen and opened the freezer. Nope, no ice cream. Alcohol would have to do the trick. He pulled a bottle of vodka from the freezer and checked to see what they had to mix it with. He should have gotten orange juice from the store but didn't foresee this situation happening. There was a few Pepsi's in the refrigerator door. They'd have to do. It took him back to his days of high school parties where his friends didn't have a proper bar so they just used what ever they could get their hands on. He pulled a couple of plastic cups out of the cabinet, filled them with ice and mixed a couple of vodka and Pepsi's. He sipped his and made sure they weren't too strong. He didn't want it to be so strong she didn't drink it, just enough to make her drop her guard and consider "new things". Craig heard her door open and her feet padding down the stairs.
Stacy saw her father standing in the kitchen. Her heart was pounding as she ogled his hard body and she was sure she saw his cock struggling at his sweat pants. Her pussy started to ache for her cucumber. She laughed inside as she thought about the fact that it was still laying on her bed under her pillow.
Stacy had wanted to continue teasing her father and had dressed her self in a very tiny pair of terry cloth shorts and a sports bra. Her slim, soft midsection was on display. Her abs weren't very defined but when she moved they hinted at their existence under her tan skin. Craig's cock flexed and jumped when he saw her.
"Hey, did you make us floats?" Stacy was referring to the cups.
"Oh, no. We didn't have any ice cream, I guess we'll have to get some on the next grocery trip." he passed her a cup. "This is vodka and Pepsi. Sorry, I didn't have a real mixer, either."
Stacy was cautious when she took the drink. She wasn't expecting her dad to offer her a cocktail, she'd never had a real drink in front of her parents before, just a beer during one of her mother's drunken girls' nights. "Haha! Really?" she asked as she took the cup.
"Yeah, why not? Your mom isn't here, let's have some fun." Craig hoped he wasn't too transparent with his intentions. He was still very nervous. They tapped their cups together with a "cheers" and took sips. Stacy coughed a little. Apparently he had made them a little too strong. The vodka cut through the sweetness from the soda like a knife.
The two went into the living room and flipped on the TV. They started watching a family Guy marathon and were soon laughing and having a good time drinking. Stacy eventually got a deck of cards and they began playing black jack. They sat on the floor across from each other. Craig was leaning against the couch and Stacy sat cross legged in front of him. Craig's erection kept coming and going as he eyed his daughter's body. The narrow piece of material from her shorts wasn't wide enough to completely cover her pussy and he saw stole glances at the crease between each labia and inner thigh. If he hadn't had a little alcohol in him, he probably would have cared more about being caught, but his inhibitions were slowly slipping away.
Stacy knew her pussy was peeking at her dad. She knew it was barely concealed by the tiny shorts she had pulled from her dresser. They were too small to even fold, she just wadded them up like she did her panties and stuffed them in to the drawer. Her drink was strong and warmed her with each sip, and with each sip she wanted to be more daring. She wanted to be more open to her father. She wanted to touch him and feel his body. She had an idea.
"How's your drink?" Stacy asked.
"I could use a refill." Craig looked into his cup and was about to get up.
"I'll get it." Stacy offered and took their cups into the kitchen. She stood up and wiggled her ass a little as she disappeared into the kitchen. She refilled their ice, soda, and vodka, and mixed them with a spoon. Before she walked out, she rolled the waist of her shorts down a couple inches and pulled them up, adjusting her shorts so that the crotch was pulled nice and tight against her pussy. She looked down and saw her plump pussy lips squeezing around the fabric. She felt more exposed and loved it.
Craig's cock flexed again as Stacy sat down Indian style again. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he saw the show she was putting on. His mouth watered as he ogled his daughter. He knew it was intentional and he was now sure he would be making a move on her.
"So, what's the next game?" he asked as he shuffled the cards, his eyes fixed on his daughter's pussy. Stacy took a big gulp of her mixed drink and watched her dad eyeing her pussy. She felt frisky. She felt playful.
"I don't know. Strip black jack?" Stacy laughed, uncrossed her legs from Indian style and stretched them out in front of her, crossing one over the other at the ankle. This caused her shorts to disappear and stretch even more into the crevasse between her thighs. The triangle of her pelvis was starting to show as the leg holes in her shorts stretched.
"Haha! With the way we're dressed, it would be a quick game." Craig was losing himself to his daughter's body. He let his eyes wander around her body, and he knew she saw it and knew she liked it. He let his hand wander down and squeeze his cock head. She saw it and smiled, taking another gulp of her drink. Her pussy was aching for some cock. "And based on how you've been playing, you'll be the first one naked."
"Just deal." Stacy commanded with a smile as she sat up Indian style again. She knew he was right, she hadn't been getting the best of hands. He dealt the first hand. Stacy peeked at hers, a 4 down, 9 up. "Hit me." she slapped the carpet in front of her playfully. Her father tossed another card at her, a 6. He dealt himself a card and had a 6 and a 3 showing. She called him. They flipped their cards over and she rolled her eyes as she saw his ace of diamonds, a 6 and a 3. She'd lost by one. "Urgghh...You cheated!" Stacy laughed and grabbed her drink.
"What?! Cheated? I never!" Craig slid the cards out of the way and sipped his drink, eyeing his daughter. She eyed him back. They grinned at each other.
"What?!" Stacy playfully demanded.
"You know what! Pay up!" Craig leaned back against the couch smiling and watching her. He wanted her naked. He wanted to run his tongue up her tummy and into her belly button.
"No! That isn't fair." Stacy was smiling and flirty. "Please daddy...ugh...fine!" Stacy gave in and grinned at her dad while she tugged at the tight sports bra. Craig's heart beat was rapid as he watched his daughter struggle to rip the bra off of her. Her small tits bounced free as she yanked the top off. She was nervous to see her father's face and she tried to stay in the moment where her head was inside her top as it slid up her arms. Then, they locked eyes. Craig didn't know what to do, he just kept darting his gaze back and forth from her tits to her face. She had a carefree look on her face, a good bluff. He handed her the deck and she dealt their next hand.
"Ugh..." Craig had lost. He peeled his shirt off, pretending to do it sexy and sensually. Stacy giggled and slapped the carpet, taking another sip of her drink. She passed him the cards, letting her eyes explore his chest and arms.
"Dammit!" Craig stared off in disbelief, he'd lost again. His cock had been struggling to break through his sweats all night and it was finally going to be free. The looked into each others eyes, knowing that this was going way beyond what either ever thought it would go. She was going to see her father's hard cock. He was eyeing her tits. The two had seen each other in a way no father and daughter ever should. Her pussy was swimming and hungry to be fucked. Craig knew he had to pay up. He stood up, looking down at his daughter. His erection stood out away from his hips, tenting his sweats. Stacy eyed his cock hungrily as it sprung from his waist band. A thin stringer of cum broke between the sweats and his cock. He felt exposed. Stacy bit her lip as she watched her naked father sit down and cross his legs Indian style. His thick cock stuck out from between his legs and he made no attempt to hide it. "Guess I lost."
"Guess so. You can play for something else, I'll keep playing for clothes." Stacy started dealing another hand, not taking her eyes off of her father.
"Hmm...Interesting. What am I playing for?"
"Mmmm..." Stacy pretended to think hard. "How about dares?" she and Megan had played a few fun games of black jack with dares as bets.
"Haha! Sounds good." Craig took another drink. He checked his cards. 12. "Hit me." Stacy handed him a card, an 8. He called. "Dammit..." he lost again. Stacy flipped over an ace to pair with her 10. "Ok. What's my dare?"
"Mmm...how about...I dare you to..." Stacy bit her lip, looking around the living room. "Do a naked cart wheel?" Craig laughed, thinking about the last time he did a cart wheel. He was probably drinking then, too. He stood up, prepped himself, knowing his daughter's eyes were glued to his naked body. His cock bounced as he stepped away to get some distance. He then pulled off a sloppy cartwheel and Stacy laughed as he slipped onto his butt. He laughed too and sat down to resume the game. He dealt a hand. Stacy peeked at her bottom card, a 9 paired with a 10. Her dad had a king showing. They both called. Stacy lost as her dad flipped another king over. His cock swelled and flexed knowing she was about to be naked.
"That's not fair!" Stacy pretended to protest and be upset, still playful though. If she was going to strip naked, she was going to give him a show. She rolled onto her back and put her legs in the air. She arched her back and lifted her but up, sliding the shorts up her thighs, past her bent knees and off of her feet. She spread her legs and sat up, her pussy spread wide and pressed into the carpet. Her body was electric. She could feel her father fucking her with his eyes. She looked down at his cock and saw cum dripping from the tip onto the carpet. "I need more to drink..." Stacy stood up, stepped close to her father with her pussy in his face, bent down and picked up his drink. She was close enough that she felt his breath on her thigh. He watched as she disappeared into the kitchen. He heard her shuffling for some more ice, and stirring the vodka and soda, then she walked back out and sat bock down, her legs spread even more wide than before. Stacy took a big gulp. "Your deal."
"So it is..." Craig grabbed the cards, keeping his eyes on his daughter while he crunched some ice. He tossed the cards on the carpet. 14 to 19. He lost. He didn't even think to get another card. He kept his eyes on Stacy. She had a wicked smile on her face. "Guess I lost again. What's my dare this time?"
Stacy was leaning back on her hands, her evil eyes locked on her father's. "Fuck me." she said it casually, as if she was telling him to hand her the remote control. Her smile didn't change. She laid on her back with her legs spread wide and her pussy lips open. Craig's cock was twitching and jumping uncontrollably. Her pussy was shiny and slick with wetness. "Please daddy...please fuck me. I dare you..." Stacy was running her hands down her stomach and slid her fingers into her pussy. Craig leapt up and grabbed his daughter's hands, pinning them over her head. He buried his tongue in her mouth, passionately kissing her. She kissed him back, letting her tongue explore his mouth. Her tits were pressed against his chest and she felt him positioning himself to slide his cock in. Stacy wrapped her legs around his waist but he pushed them back open and pulled himself to his knees. He grabbed her by her narrow waist and slid his cock deep in side of her.
His cock was surrounded by a soft, wet heat he'd never felt before. Her pussy was tight and squeezed him like a glove. It was a new and fun sensation to be inside something so much "newer" and tighter than his wife's pussy. And Sarah's pussy was amazing. She had wonderful control over her muscles and squirt like a fountain, but she was more experienced and broken in. Craig began thrusting, staring into Stacy's eyes. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her firm flesh. She reached up and pulled her legs back. Craig admired the view, pumping harder and harder. Her tits bounced and jiggled with each violent impact of his thighs on her thighs. He lifted her small frame up and tossed her onto the couch, towering over her and drilling her pussy harder. It was a better angle. He was proud of his little girl as she reached over, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her ass, making the angle even better.
"Good girl...good girl..."
"Thank you daddy..." Stacy squeezed her tits while she continue to enjoy her dad filling her pussy up. His thrusts were hard and deep. She felt helpless and out of control. She knew she couldn't stop him from fucking her and it was the last thing she wanted. His cock was hot and thick. The head was wide and pressed against her cervix with each thrust. "Daddy...daddy..." her voice was stuttering as he pounded her. "Fuck me on mommy's side of the bed..."
Craig nearly blew his load when he heard his daughter ask to be fucked on her mom's side of the bed. What a devilish mind his daughter had. Just like her mother's. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist just like when he would carry her around the mall or a theme park. But, this time, his cock was buried in her up to her stomach. He walked them half way up the stairs and leaned her against the wall, drilling his cock in and out of her. She was so wet that her pussy was dripping and frothing up her ass crack. A trickle of juice rolled down the wall as Craig kept fucking her. Her screams were filling up the house. He turned and carried her up the rest of the stairs and collapsed on top of her when they got to the bed. He pulled her to the edge on her mother's side and kept pounding. He thought about Sarah and how much she would love to be watching this. The kinky slut really did get off on pretending to be her daughter. Knowing that he was plowing her pussy like this would drive her insane with horniness.
"Fuckmedaddyfuckmedaddyfuckmedaddy!" Stacy's screaming was rapid and breathless. Craig climbed into bed with her, rolling her onto her stomach. She laid flat but her father grabbed her by her waist and was rough lifting her up at her hips. She kept her chest and arms flat on the bed, her pussy and ass high in the air. She grunted and whimpered as she felt her father's cock drill deep inside of her from the back. His fingers were hurting her as he gripped her tight and kept pounding. He reached a hand forward, grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled it back.
"OH YES! FUCK YESSSS!" Stacy cussed at her father as he arched her neck and back, fucking her deeper and deeper. Her face was tilted up at the ceiling, but she couldn't open her eyes. She could feel her pussy becoming huge mess as his cock kept churning away. The room was filled with the sound of his balls slapping against her clit and the wet sloshing sound from between her thighs.
"You like that baby?" Craig slapped her jiggling ass. "You like daddy fucking you baby?"
"Oooh, fuck yesss...I love getting fucked by you daddy!" She had started to match his rhythm and was slamming her ass against his hips in quick hard slaps. She gasped as she felt his hand reach under her and grip her tits, tugging at her perky nipples. This was too much. She began cumming.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I'm cumming! Don't stop! I'm cumming! Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Stacy's screams echoed in every room in the house. If anyone were passing by they'd hear her screaming from the street. The neighbors probably could hear and she loved knowing that. Craig kept fucking harder and harder, encouraged by his daughter's screams. He was going to cum to. He felt her clench and flex, cumming on his cock. Her pussy was a river as she gushed pussy juice on to his cock. He kept pounding and collapsed on top of her as he pumped cum into her eager pussy. Stacy was flat on her stomach, her father on top of her. He wrapped his arm around her neck, holding her tight, pulling on the head board and drilling his cock into her pussy as deep as he could get it. He was gasping and grunting into the back of her neck as his cock fired thick, white loads of ropey cum inside of her. Her velvety insides were coated with cum and Craig's cock kept slowly pistonning in and out, in and out, in and out. He felt her squeezing him with each stroke. He dragged his teeth along her neck, breathless while he nibbled and kissed her. Her hand was grasping his on the head board.
"Oh daddy...oh daddy...oh daddy..." Stacy was breathless. She felt his hot cum fill her snug pussy. She felt it purging out of her with each stroke. Her whole body felt like an old shoelace, loose and used. Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat. Her father's arm was slick around her neck with his own sweat. She licked it, sucking his sweat from a hairy forearm. He felt warm. He felt comforting. It was a calm, nurturing moment after the harsh, destructive fuck session they just had.
Craig rolled off of his daughter, his limp cock slipping out of her. It was spent, he had dumped every last bit of cum he could inside of her. A wet "shlick" sound came from between her legs as he slid out of her. A trail of cum stretched across her thighs. He looked at his daughter as she sat up and leaned on the head board. He laid on the other end of the bed, looking straight up her pussy. He saw a river of his white cum sluggishly sliding out of her over-worked pussy. Her pussy was a mess. Her hair was a mess. Stacy reached between her thighs and scooped up some of her father's cum, licking it off her fingers. A smile stretched across her face and she crawled to the other end of the bed, spooning with her father, pushing her warm ass against his hips. She liked feeling his limp, wet cock nestled between her warm ass cheeks. He reached across her with a strong arm and yanked the covers over them, enveloping them in a warm cocoon. Stacy fell asleep with a smile on her face and her father's breath in her ear, and a river of cum draining down her thighs.