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'Your Father wants you to pick him up from the pub'. I was ready for bed, I was tired after the crossing from Newcastle, partying for most of the night, drunk, groped, and felt a few cocks, but never found one hard enough to shag, right now, I an fucked mentally, and my bed was my warm sanctuary.
I looked at my sister, she too was off to her bed, but to young to drive, so it was only me, freshly bathed and sweet smelling, in a mid-thigh chiffon chemise, a gift from an old man, in way of a thank-you, for letting him see me as he wanked himself off, yes I can be that kind of girl.
I walk towards the front door as my sister says, 'Goodnight', an walks off to her room. I can't be bothered getting dressed so I reach for a woollen scarf, and wrap it around my long swan-like neck, step into a pair of my sister's riding boots, and pull on a duffel coat, and walk out.
Stepping into the snow, makes me aware of my nudity, as a blast of cold air shoots under the heavy woollen coat, and makes my labia curl, as they lie snugly between my thighs, 'WTF', shoots through my mind, but at 18, a girl knows her body and is sexually aware enough as to be bold to show and not give a fuck what others might think.
I get into the car and start up the engine, sit and wait for the car engine block to warm up, now I am feeling warm and open up the heavy duffel coat, soon my eyes fall on my strong muscular thighs and shapely calves, jogging is all the rage, and my small ass and tight shorts, make men want to fuck me, I smile at the thought, I'm such a fucking tease, a sex mad teenager thinking about cocks all the time, and my hand goes down to the thin hem of my chiffon chemise, and I move the hemline up an inch, and there she sits, my thin line of girlhood, unprotected and ready.
My mind is digressing again, down a sexual alley of depravity, my body aches for a fuck, all the disappointment of the last 24 hours, and as the red needle on the temperature gauge teasingly climbs, my internal temperature climes slowly in unison, I sit in the darkened interior and begin to masturbate myself, as some late stragglers move around the car, unaware of the occupant, and what she is doing.
Suddenly my 'Apple rings', and I jump, 'Fuck', I shout, then fumble to answer it, 'Hello', I say, the number displayed is unknown, 'Is that Mariel', the voice asks?
Now the windows are all steamed up, 'Yes, I am Mariel', I answer, the voice sounds old and gentlemanly, 'OK love', he says, 'we are closing the door soon and your dad will be outside on the bench in front'.
I acknowledge his message and realize the snow has started to fall, 'Tell him I will be there shortly, I need to clean he car windows, they are steamed up'.
He laughs and we hang up, 'Fuck I was just getting into that', I was thinking about polishing my pearl, but as I got out of the car, my pearl disappeared as promptly as she came out for sexual gratification, the fucking cold saw to that, as I wiped the front and rear window, and blasted them with a full blast.
I drove to the pub, which lay on the outskirts of the main town where we lived, more in the countryside than town, and as I neared, it emerged like a Christmas Card, with its sign and snow covered exterior.
I drove into the smallish car park, with was dimly lit under which was the bench and my dad, all slumped up as if protecting himself from the chilly blasts. I stopped just opposite where he sat, but it looked as if he was sleeping or passed-out with drinking, something he normally did, according to my sister.
'Dad', I called softly through the open drivers window, he never stirred, so I called again, he was out.
I got out of the car and gathered the coat around me to shelter form the cold wind, and I went up to him and shook his shoulder, 'Dad', I said again, and eventually he stirred.
'Come dad', I said, 'it's Mariel, we need to go home now', there was a hint of exasperation in my voice.
I reached down to help him up to his feet, he was looking into my face through slitted eyes, as if he was trying to focus on me, and not really remembering or not recognising me after a year away from home.
I heaved and with his help managed to steady him, we were close together, that was when I felt his hand between my legs, and his finger between my labia, he was rubbing me and I had no way to stop him, for fear of jumping back, he would fall, so I endured his advances and slowly moved him towards the car, daddies fingers were deep inside me, when I eventually open the door and through him onto the passenger seat.
Closing his door, I went to the drivers side, got in, and sat down and buckled-up, the sense of emptiness in my crotch was evident, and looked across at my dad, now falling into a sleep again, and to my horror, I could feel my horniness rising, a sudden urgency for physical sex crept over me, and as I put the car into 'drive mode', I reached across and took dad's hand, and placed it on my upper thigh, on the soft inner flesh, and I pulled it into my warm crotch, and closed my thighs, and held it there as I drove off, back into the darkness of the road.
I felt neither shame or disgust, I was a horny girl and this, as odd or as bad as it sounds, was a nice feeling, and each little twitch from his fingers, awoke a deeper urgency every women feels, procreation, a need to be connected, and as daddies fingers moved more freely, I relaxed my thighs until the were open and he was once again finger fucking me freely, I indicated, and pulled off the road and into a lay-by, I needed to finish this before getting home, otherwise I would find it hard to sleep.
I switched off the engine and eased our seats back into a reclined position. I reached down and undid his flies and opened his pants, reached inside and took his cock out, and immediately began blowing him, I was giving my father dear the best blow-job I could, not holding back as I needed him hard and ready to mount.
Eventually he was thick and hard enough to mount, and I removed the heavy duffel coat, raised a leg over him and guided myself onto him and let it sink deep inside. My breathing was heavy and laboured, and I could feel his cock behind my belly button, he really was all the way in.
I began by clenching my buttocks, squeezing him then moving ever so slowly, I wanted to fuck without disturbing him, and I controlled my actions and began slowly building, that dreaded feeling every girl as she fucks a cock happened, a sudden warmth, spreading across her belly, filling her cunt, the knowledge the man is cumming inside you.
I froze as if punishment to him for not giving me what I desperately wanted, I was angry and frustrated as I looked down on the man that created me, then I was angry with myself for debasing myself by fucking my own father, I hated my cunt too, for giving so much pleasure to the men inside it and nothing for me the owner.
I disengaged myself from him, feeling his wet mass of penis lie on my warm thigh. The noise of an embarrassing 'Pussy Fart', and Creampie of daddies sperm, followed onto the same soft skin, it was just one big fucking mess for me to clean up.
Having tucked dads cock back in place and pulled my duffel coat back on I drove home, arriving there just one hour or so after leaving. I got out and got my younger sister out of her bed to help me put daddy into his.
We undressed him in silence all the way down to his underpants, then Sara said, 'I will let you do the honers'.
For a moment my mind raced as I thought about the previous hour and what we had just done, 'Pardon', I asked, but in a mixture of exasperation and tiredness, she bent over and peeled his underpants down to reveal his big cock.
Both us girls stood staring at it as it rose to full erection, as if in slow motion, but a fucking sexy rise, as we both remained transfixed.
I looked at Sara, 'I am not in the mood tonight', she said, my mouth fell open, what the fuck did she mean, was she fucking daddy too?
She smiled as she turned and made for the room door, 'See you in the morning', she said sweetly, 'and remember, I am next door, so keep the noise down'.
The heavy duffel coat dropped from my broad shoulders, I lifted the chemise over my head and stepped out of my sisters boots, and climbed into the bed and lifted my leg over daddies's cock and sank down on it, stopping and relaxing with it fully inside, feeling his pubic hair rough up my clitoris, 'At last', I though in a perverted way, 'a good fuck then sleep', and I fell forward until my mouth covered daddies, my tongue pressed between his dry lips, and his cock glided easily between my wet lips.
I looked at my sister, she too was off to her bed, but to young to drive, so it was only me, freshly bathed and sweet smelling, in a mid-thigh chiffon chemise, a gift from an old man, in way of a thank-you, for letting him see me as he wanked himself off, yes I can be that kind of girl.
I walk towards the front door as my sister says, 'Goodnight', an walks off to her room. I can't be bothered getting dressed so I reach for a woollen scarf, and wrap it around my long swan-like neck, step into a pair of my sister's riding boots, and pull on a duffel coat, and walk out.
Stepping into the snow, makes me aware of my nudity, as a blast of cold air shoots under the heavy woollen coat, and makes my labia curl, as they lie snugly between my thighs, 'WTF', shoots through my mind, but at 18, a girl knows her body and is sexually aware enough as to be bold to show and not give a fuck what others might think.
I get into the car and start up the engine, sit and wait for the car engine block to warm up, now I am feeling warm and open up the heavy duffel coat, soon my eyes fall on my strong muscular thighs and shapely calves, jogging is all the rage, and my small ass and tight shorts, make men want to fuck me, I smile at the thought, I'm such a fucking tease, a sex mad teenager thinking about cocks all the time, and my hand goes down to the thin hem of my chiffon chemise, and I move the hemline up an inch, and there she sits, my thin line of girlhood, unprotected and ready.
My mind is digressing again, down a sexual alley of depravity, my body aches for a fuck, all the disappointment of the last 24 hours, and as the red needle on the temperature gauge teasingly climbs, my internal temperature climes slowly in unison, I sit in the darkened interior and begin to masturbate myself, as some late stragglers move around the car, unaware of the occupant, and what she is doing.
Suddenly my 'Apple rings', and I jump, 'Fuck', I shout, then fumble to answer it, 'Hello', I say, the number displayed is unknown, 'Is that Mariel', the voice asks?
Now the windows are all steamed up, 'Yes, I am Mariel', I answer, the voice sounds old and gentlemanly, 'OK love', he says, 'we are closing the door soon and your dad will be outside on the bench in front'.
I acknowledge his message and realize the snow has started to fall, 'Tell him I will be there shortly, I need to clean he car windows, they are steamed up'.
He laughs and we hang up, 'Fuck I was just getting into that', I was thinking about polishing my pearl, but as I got out of the car, my pearl disappeared as promptly as she came out for sexual gratification, the fucking cold saw to that, as I wiped the front and rear window, and blasted them with a full blast.
I drove to the pub, which lay on the outskirts of the main town where we lived, more in the countryside than town, and as I neared, it emerged like a Christmas Card, with its sign and snow covered exterior.
I drove into the smallish car park, with was dimly lit under which was the bench and my dad, all slumped up as if protecting himself from the chilly blasts. I stopped just opposite where he sat, but it looked as if he was sleeping or passed-out with drinking, something he normally did, according to my sister.
'Dad', I called softly through the open drivers window, he never stirred, so I called again, he was out.
I got out of the car and gathered the coat around me to shelter form the cold wind, and I went up to him and shook his shoulder, 'Dad', I said again, and eventually he stirred.
'Come dad', I said, 'it's Mariel, we need to go home now', there was a hint of exasperation in my voice.
I reached down to help him up to his feet, he was looking into my face through slitted eyes, as if he was trying to focus on me, and not really remembering or not recognising me after a year away from home.
I heaved and with his help managed to steady him, we were close together, that was when I felt his hand between my legs, and his finger between my labia, he was rubbing me and I had no way to stop him, for fear of jumping back, he would fall, so I endured his advances and slowly moved him towards the car, daddies fingers were deep inside me, when I eventually open the door and through him onto the passenger seat.
Closing his door, I went to the drivers side, got in, and sat down and buckled-up, the sense of emptiness in my crotch was evident, and looked across at my dad, now falling into a sleep again, and to my horror, I could feel my horniness rising, a sudden urgency for physical sex crept over me, and as I put the car into 'drive mode', I reached across and took dad's hand, and placed it on my upper thigh, on the soft inner flesh, and I pulled it into my warm crotch, and closed my thighs, and held it there as I drove off, back into the darkness of the road.
I felt neither shame or disgust, I was a horny girl and this, as odd or as bad as it sounds, was a nice feeling, and each little twitch from his fingers, awoke a deeper urgency every women feels, procreation, a need to be connected, and as daddies fingers moved more freely, I relaxed my thighs until the were open and he was once again finger fucking me freely, I indicated, and pulled off the road and into a lay-by, I needed to finish this before getting home, otherwise I would find it hard to sleep.
I switched off the engine and eased our seats back into a reclined position. I reached down and undid his flies and opened his pants, reached inside and took his cock out, and immediately began blowing him, I was giving my father dear the best blow-job I could, not holding back as I needed him hard and ready to mount.
Eventually he was thick and hard enough to mount, and I removed the heavy duffel coat, raised a leg over him and guided myself onto him and let it sink deep inside. My breathing was heavy and laboured, and I could feel his cock behind my belly button, he really was all the way in.
I began by clenching my buttocks, squeezing him then moving ever so slowly, I wanted to fuck without disturbing him, and I controlled my actions and began slowly building, that dreaded feeling every girl as she fucks a cock happened, a sudden warmth, spreading across her belly, filling her cunt, the knowledge the man is cumming inside you.
I froze as if punishment to him for not giving me what I desperately wanted, I was angry and frustrated as I looked down on the man that created me, then I was angry with myself for debasing myself by fucking my own father, I hated my cunt too, for giving so much pleasure to the men inside it and nothing for me the owner.
I disengaged myself from him, feeling his wet mass of penis lie on my warm thigh. The noise of an embarrassing 'Pussy Fart', and Creampie of daddies sperm, followed onto the same soft skin, it was just one big fucking mess for me to clean up.
Having tucked dads cock back in place and pulled my duffel coat back on I drove home, arriving there just one hour or so after leaving. I got out and got my younger sister out of her bed to help me put daddy into his.
We undressed him in silence all the way down to his underpants, then Sara said, 'I will let you do the honers'.
For a moment my mind raced as I thought about the previous hour and what we had just done, 'Pardon', I asked, but in a mixture of exasperation and tiredness, she bent over and peeled his underpants down to reveal his big cock.
Both us girls stood staring at it as it rose to full erection, as if in slow motion, but a fucking sexy rise, as we both remained transfixed.
I looked at Sara, 'I am not in the mood tonight', she said, my mouth fell open, what the fuck did she mean, was she fucking daddy too?
She smiled as she turned and made for the room door, 'See you in the morning', she said sweetly, 'and remember, I am next door, so keep the noise down'.
The heavy duffel coat dropped from my broad shoulders, I lifted the chemise over my head and stepped out of my sisters boots, and climbed into the bed and lifted my leg over daddies's cock and sank down on it, stopping and relaxing with it fully inside, feeling his pubic hair rough up my clitoris, 'At last', I though in a perverted way, 'a good fuck then sleep', and I fell forward until my mouth covered daddies, my tongue pressed between his dry lips, and his cock glided easily between my wet lips.
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