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Kat kept her face forward, ostensibly staring out the car's windshield at the expanse of utterly boring scenery, but her eye strained to the side as far as she could to admire the stiff bulge of Daddy's erection in his tight gray shorts. For the last twenty minutes, at least, his prick was fully erect inside those somewhat-tight shorts, so stiff that she could easily see not only the bulbous head but even the ridge of the helmet of his cock, and some of the ribs of the thick base. Over eight inches below the head, his balls filled out another bulbous sack of his shorts.

The 18 year old high school senior pulled her knees up closer to her chest, wrapping her arms around her naked legs so that her bare feet pressed against her soft tushy on the passenger seat of the car. Inside her thong and shorts, she felt her vagina leaking again, aching for attention she hadn't given it in over three days. This eternal road trip to look at colleges originally sounded fun, but spending day after day after day in the car -- often driving five to ten hours at a time -- was its own maddening form of torture.

The scenery of these Midwestern and southeastern states early had proved unable to keep the young woman's attention. Flat, flat flat . . . her C-cup chest had more altitude than most of the land. And if the view wasn't blocked by endless rows of trees, it was just replicated farm after farm, or worse, vast undeveloped fields, or even worse than that, nameless little towns that screamed out how remote they were from anything fun or important.

The enormous adult dick on the car set next to her practically screamed in her ears. Kat was relatively newly experienced at the joy the male anatomy could bring to her mouth and pussy, but the couple of guys from school weren't anywhere near as hung as Daddy apparently was. Five or six inch thin dicks could not possibly have made the bulge that had grown in Daddy's shorts. For a couple days now, Kat had repeatedly mentally visualized her fingers trying to hold the base of Daddy's dick, and she was sure her fingertips when formed in a circle around it probably wouldn't touch her opposing thumb at all. Not even close!

Had someone told the long-haired strawberry-blonde before her road trip that she'd be fantasizing about fucking Daddy, Kat probably would have pulled out a gun and shot whoever suggested it. Sure, her father was extremely fit and handsome, and some of her girl friends for years had told her how lucky she was to have such a "hot" dad. But for Kat, Daddy was just the sweetest, kindest guy she'd ever met. Daddy never looked at her developed bosom or fit swimmer's ass and thighs with the pervy smile that other adult men usually gave her. On occassion that she'd be in front of Daddy in just her thong bikini or tight cotton panties, Daddy's eyes never seemed to linger, or at least, she never noticed it. He was just . . . well, he was just Daddy, her Daddy, essentially an entirely different category from "man."

But her lacivious thoughts had taken a turn on this trip. Seeing Daddy wrapped only in a towel around his waist, his still-muscular arms and back dripping after a shower . . . smelling him in his cologne . . . being on his arm when he was dressed so fine in his expensive suit, as they went into an interview at one of the colleges . . . and now, several times in the car, being aware that Daddy had a raging, mammoth cock that was bigger than things she'd seen in Internet porn pictures. All of these images mixed in the bored teenager's head, combining with the dreariness of the long trips, and her lack of opportunity to satisfy her aching pussy with a good masturbation session. Only once on this trip so far had she had a chance to finger herself to orgasm, that in a long shower one night when Daddy had already fallen asleep on his side of the bed.

It was just a cock on a man, after all, right? Just a big hard dick, which probably was hot enough to burn a hole in ice, and hard enough and thick enough to stretch her tight teenage cunt to its limits. So what if it was Daddy's, this was just a question of what it would feel like if she could spend some time playing with and getting fucked by a fit, handsome stud with such a big penis.

KAT!

Her senses caught her wandering lusty thoughts, prevailing on her to clear her mind of the disgusting concept. I'm not supposed to think of Daddy like that, she scolded herself. Stop looking at his dick, stop thinking about it. You're not an a****l, Kat, she told herself, and you're not a slut, so what the fuck are you doing, sitting there imagining Daddy's cock being naked, in your hands, in your mouth, in your cunt ramming you over and over . . . STOP IT!

The round-faced, size-8 girl forced herself to look out the passenger side window, staring at the nothingness of the local scenery rushing by the car down the highway. She squeezed her naked thighs and knees together again, as if trying to quelch the fire in her mound. Besides, Kat, she told herself, get real. Daddy would smack her, if she knew what she was thinking. Besides, he's probably sitting there all hard because he's thinking of Mom missing her, wanting to . . . EWWW, that's just a gross thought. So, just forget about the whole sordid mess, okay?

That was what Kat heard in her head, the voice of reason, chiding the girl just like it did everytime she came up just short in a relay, or screwed up a math test, or whatever task of life she happened to fail at. There were a lot of those, she was used to this voice.

"How long until we get to Tech, again, Dad?" she asked quietly, her eyes and face not turned to him still.

His answer took a few moments. "Just sit tight Kat -- probably not until 5 or so."

Fuck, she thought, turning forward to look at the clock on the dashboard. It was only 1:30pm. Three and a half more hours of this fucking drive today.

She released her legs from her arms, leaning back her sore limbs in her car seat damp from sweat. If she were alone, her fingers would have shot into her crotch to relieve the aching there, but she didn't dare do it in front of Daddy. No, she'd have to fall asleep, or find something else to think about, and stop sitting there horny all afternoon unable to do anything about it.

Not even two minutes later, she couldn't help it. Was he still? Her eyes glanced over cautiously, first looking at his face and seeing his eyes focused on the nearly empty, sun-lit road ahead. It was safe, for a moment at least. Her eyes glanced down, into his crotch, and indeed, it still was. Big, hard, bulging.

The images came rushing back to her. The aching in her pussy. The voice in her head.

Kat knew it would continue for hours and hours like this, just like it did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.

* * * *

It felt magic to press two fingers against her throbbing clitoris, even if it was through her shorts and thong. Oh, the relief, just burying two stiff fingertips against the mound above her thighs. Not wiggling or anything, just pressing hard. Her pelvis thrust up a bit to grind into her hand, increasing the pressure.

Kat quickly looked back out the car, seeing that Daddy was still turned to face the gas pump. She heard thumps in the car, as he opened the gas cap and started pumping fuel. Hmm, what a thought. She pictured the long stiff nozzle of the pump, sliding into the hole of the car, until it was deep inside, then it poured out its fuel for the car . . . .

She wanted desperately to spread her legs and stroke her clit forcefully, but the other travellers in nearby cars and crossing into the mini-mart would have seen her too easily. So, despite her dying needs to relief the lack of orgasms, she just remained still in her carseat, trying to be content to only push fingertips against her clitty.

Whoops, Daddy was walking around to wash the bugs off of the windshield. Kat had to put her hand on her naked thigh, but she watched hoping Daddy would finish quickly. Of course it seemed to last forever, but finally he moved to the back of the car, allowing her to dig her fingers into her crotch again. Ahhh, fuck, she was so wet in her thong. She could feel it clinging to the soft curles of her hairy pussylips. She so badly wanted something to stretch herself open; a finger or two would be sufficient, she figured she could cum almost instantly. But no, Daddy would be back any second.

"Honey," his voice called from outside the car, "I'm going into the shop, you want a snack or drink?"

Salvation? She turned to smile sweetly at her father, nodding. "Yeah, get me a diet coke, and some of those little bite-size cookies, or something, I have a chocolate need." (Among other needs.)

Kat watched her 45-year old father disappear into the little store. She scanned the area around the car; two other travellers were nearby, refueling and cleaning their cars. A few aisles over, a van had its doors open, and a small horde of young c***dren were screaming to stretch their legs. Way too busy to push any clothing off, or to even put her fingers inside her clothing. Fuck! But Kat spread her knees a little, exposing more of her pussy to herself. Ah, fuck, she needed it so bad. So bad. Her two fingers were now rubbing circles around her clit, and to increase the pressure, she slide her whole hand over her mound until the base of the palm of her hand was grinding against her clit. With her feet flat on the car's floor, she pushed up her hips again and started to hump her hand. Her cunt couldn't get enough pressure this way, it was so wet and hot. She felt the need to have her twat stuffed with something thick, anything, a hair brush handle or a cucumber would do it.

The horny teenager thought about what would feel good inside her, if she could have anything. Any one. Ooh, someone studly like Vin Diesel, standing over her, pushing her swimmer's muscular thighs open, pushing his engorged penis into her teenage cunt. Just taking control, giving her what she needed, harder than she had ever had it.

Do you think Daddy could do it good, she asked herself? Handsome Daddy, with that hot manly, hairless chest -- she'd seen it several times on this trip, she didn't need to imagine what it might look like. She could picture it, looming above her nude spread-open body. And down below, that huge cock was impaled inside her cunt, forcing itself inside, stretching open her flesh, making her back arch and her jaw drop as she sucked in air and screamed in delight. She pictured arching her back and showing Daddy her ample creamy breasts, with big hard nipples that men and boys always stared at, those tits bouncing around as Daddy's huge erection began to pump into her. His pubes banged into her clit with each thrust, just like her hand was doing now, adding more wonderful sensations to the severe fucking --

Fuck, Daddy was coming back out again. Kat's voice of reason immediately took the offensive, as her hand withdrew from her still-aching, now-saturated pussy. Kat sat upright in her car seat and mindlessly brushed out her hair with her fingers, trying to regain some composure. The car door opened and Daddy leaned in, offering her the drink and food she wanted. Kat hoped the smell of her arousal wasn't too obvious.

Still over two hours to their destination. She had only made matters worse; an orgasm had been nearing, but now, it just hovered in the distance, teasingly, something she wanted so bad but wasn't going to have. It was a penalty of death, or worse, sentenced to sit passively in the car seat with her pussy aching for attention and an older man's stiff big dick only a couple feet away, but the two forbidden to ever meet. Pure torture.

* * * *

Kat thought that offering to drive would have kept her mind off of sex. Didn't work. Now, with the wheel in her hands and the open road in front of her at her command, she found herself even more distracted. First, sitting in the driver's seat which Daddy had occupied all day, she immediately found herself drowned in a stronger manly aroma, and the warmth of the seat left by her father comforted her smaller body like a blanket. Then, with her hand needlessly resting on the car's gearshift (the car was automatic, not stick), a suggestive feeling of having her hand wrapped around a big hard cock encouraged her even more. Her fingers wrapped around the bulb of the gearshift, and her thumb aimlessly traced the top like it might have done on a penis, finding the eye all wet with precum.

Daddy didn't notice, he was soon lying back on the passenger seat, eyes closed, lightly sleeping. That, too, was a problem. His shorts still betrayed a fairly hard erection, stretching from his round scrotum all the way up a huge thick shaft to the fat round head. Legs slightly parted, the cock in his shorts was on display for the teenager's admiration. Look at me, it called to her, look how big and fat I am. Wouldn't I stretch your cunt deliciously? I'm sooo big. I must feel incredible, inside a tight teenage pussy.

Kat's fingers gripped the car's gearshift even more tightly. She deflected her eyes from the road, time after time, staring at her father's enormous cock in his shorts, and the muscles in her arms tensed as she held the gearshift with the same grip as she would have held a prick. The gearshift was so hard, it must have felt like a man's erection. Long, smooth, stiff. Having no purpose other than to bring insane pleasure to a horny vagina, or a wet female throat.

Just drive, you bitch! Kat screamed in her head. There wasn't much traffic, there weren't any real civilizations this far out in the countryside. The road curved time to time, requiring some minor iota of actual thought while driving, but the effort to drive wasn't nearly enough to keep her mind from thinking about cocks and sex. So who was going to be the first man to relieve this need between her legs? They were due to get home in three days, and her fuck friend Kelvan was going to be out of town on a long roadtrip for the football team. Her "boyfriend" Brad would have to fill the role, although only two hours with Brad's slightly older cousin Greg showed that Brad was pretty fucking inexperienced at fucking. And Brad's 5-inch tool wasn't anything close to what she really wanted to experience, something much larger and fatter, something like . . . well, like THAT, glancing over at her sleeping father's groin.

This trip was a disaster, she was sure of it.

Mancock, big, hard, for hours. Daddy must have been very horny, or else, he just was different from boys her age. She had never seen any of her three male friends remain erect anywhere near as long as Daddy on this trip. True, he didn't have any orgasms to interrupt his erection. But the boys she knew all came within 10 to 20 minutes of getting erect, whereas Daddy was up for three to four hours without interruption. Were all adult men like that? Could they fuck her for hours, never coming, always remaining hard? Kat doubted it, but the possibility was beyond intriguing, it was consuming. Every position, on her back, doggy-style, sideways, on top . . . just think, hours and hours of fucking, being drilled and stretched, being used, hardly having to stop!

Maybe instead of calling Brad, she should go over to the community pool, and see if she could pick up one of the fathers there. Someone as hot as Daddy, someone who's swimtrunks looked packed with meat. Just for a test drive, right? Find out if adult men all had huge pricks that could fuck her cunt until she couldn't take it anymore. The thought was mesmorizing. She'd have to scream, "stop! stop! I'm so sore!" That's the kind of fucking she wanted. And the man would continue anyway, needing to cum, pounding into her raw aching vagina until at last he shot a huge load deep in her tubes.

Kat thought back to a day that summer, at the beach when she was in her thong bikini. Some guy, who knows who he was, he was about Daddy's age. Bit of a belly, graying hair, but handsome in his own way. Kat caught him staring at her ass for a couple of hours as she tanned, and each time she looked over at him, his eyes never wavered, he never looked away or appeared embarrassed. She moved around a bit, but if it wasn't her ass, it was her tits or back he seemed to oogle. And, disgusted though she was, deep inside . . . she loved it. A grown man wanting her. She wasn't just a girl now, right, she was 18, an adult, with an adult woman's body. Round full tits; firm thighs; juicy pussy. And this nameless, perverted man probably wanted to bury his thick cock in her cunt. She had no idea how big he was, but if he was like Daddy, if he could last a few hours without getting soft, maybe she should have struck up a conversation with him. Maybe she should have given him her cellphone number. Have some flirtatious phone calls. Meet for a soda after school at the mall, or on the weekend, something innocent. Wind up in his car. Let him fondle her breasts while making out. Reach into his crotch, seize his meat, open his slacks, lean over, give him the blowjob of his life. Act embarrassed. Talk on the phone a day later. Tell each other how badly they want to fuck. Make plans. Meet another time at a motel. Race to the room. Strip. Fuck. Get filled better than any boy at school could hope to do. Scream, "fuck me! fuck me!" Feel he pussy stretched open and a cock sunk into the back of her tube. Then feel male semen squirted into her womb. That's what she wanted, what she needed.

God, the girl thought trying to keep her mind on driving, I want to get fucked so badly. But here she was, in the middle of the middle of the middle of the country, driving all over the fucking place, horny with no real ability to get laid. Life is so unfair.

She looked over at her prone, sleeping father. His erection remained inside his shorts, stretching them, waiting for nothing. Here was a tight wet pussy for it, to let it do what it was made to do. She knew boys ached from their erections, although she wasn't quite sure how. But it couldn't have been comfortable, going days and days hard like this. Life was unfair to Daddy, too.

* * * *

She closed the bathroom door behind herself and locked it. For the first time since they left some other hotel at 10 that day, she was truly alone. Oh, there had been a bathroom stall at a restaurant; and in the car when Daddy refueled it. But Kat was competely by herself, without possibility of interruption. Daddy was in the motel room on the other side of the door, but he would never enter without knocking. She locked it anyway, old habit from home.

It was 5:30 pm, and she was hungry. Perhaps the only physical need that could surpass the desperation for an orgasm is the feeling an empty stomach could create. Staring at her body in the mirror, Kat thought about getting off quickly. She wasn't as horny at the moment as she'd been earlier in the afternoon, although her vagina had a low-level continuous aching. Her nipples weren't even hard. Instead, her tummy was demanding food, food, food, and her bladder pressed an immediate need for relief.

Kat pushed down her shorts and thong and squatted on the toilet. No, better to hurry and finish this, then go out for supper with Daddy. She'd take a long bath or shower tonight, and up front tell Daddy it would take a while. Then she'd do herself crazy in the tub, what her body wanted all day long.

Catching herself looking at her thong, she saw it was soaked. It had been pressed against her oozing vagina and clitoris all day, resulting in the pale pink thong turned a much deeper shade and even pooled with visible drips. The sight of her wet thong reminded Kat just how badly her pussy had wanted attention ealier in the car. Shit, she realized she'd been staring at her father's huge cock all afternoon. That couldn't have been me! she bemused, not really disappointed in herself, just more surprised.
Doing her business and wiping off, she stood to pull her thong and shorts back up. But the damp thong really needed to be changed; and her shorts, even, were perspiry. Kat immediately decided she'd get dressed, wash her hands, then go to the room and retrieve some clean panties and jeans.

As she stood and bent forward, however, a twinge of lust shot from her crotch. Well, wouldn't it be more fun if, just for a moment, she wasn't wearing the thong? It was pretty wet and, frankly, disgusting. And the shorts were probably pretty smelly, too. Daddy was in the other room, maybe touching his erection, if he still had one, thinking of whatever was making him hard. She wasn't going to get near his dick or anything, but just knowing she was in the same room as it, with it hard in his pants and her wet and unclothed, seemed like a pretty sexy thought. Hard cock and wet cunt, both would love to hook up, but it wasn't allowed to happen.

Kat kicked off her shorts and thong and reached for a towel. Roller her skin-tight haltertop above her belly-button, she looked in the mirror at her exposed pubes and thighs. An image flashed in her head of her creamy white thighs wrapped around the studly strong body of a grown male, maybe like Daddy, with a big fat male adult dick shoved up her cunt. Fuck, yes, she was still horny. Kat stretched out a finger and dipped it into her hairy pubes, sliding a fingertip over her clit and between her vaginal lips. Mmm, moist. Wanting to fuck still. Her finger came back dripping with desire, and Kat gladly stuck it in her mouth and sucked it clean. She loved the flavor of her vagina; she knew, someday, she was going to bury her tongue in another girl's pussy, she didn't have to convince herself that she'd love that.

Kat opened the towel and wrapped it around her waist,, hiding her sexy treasure inside. The towel clung to her firm meaty buttocks and legs, and inside she felt her wet twat moisten her upper inner thighs. It just seemed like fun, walking in front of Daddy like this, with his hard cock nearby on the bed.

The high school senior opened the door and strode casually into the bedroom. Daddy was sitting upright on the bed, back against the headboard, watching the TV. Sportscenter. He glanced over at his daughter, as she softly crossed the room to their yet-unopened luggage. Kat had to hold her towel closed over one hip, leaving her with just one free hand, which at the moment was clutching her dirty thong and shorts. "Daddy, I really need to change," she quietly informed him. He didn't say anything but continued to watch TV.

Turning her back and ass to him, smiling at herself how funny it was that she had a wet pussy and he didn't know it, she unzipped the luggage and let her clothing spill out. "Fuck!" she giggled as her panties and outfits spilled onto the table and floor. (Daddy was used to her swearing, it had been a non-issue for years with him. Now, Mom, that's another story.) She grabbed a clean white thong and hauled out her only-worn-once pair of low rise blue jeans, then turned to smile at her father before heading back into the bathroom. Daddy looked up and grinned in a friendly way. "Hurry up, let's eat," he muttered nonchalantly, drawing a quick approval from his daughter.

Back in the bathroom behind closed, locked door, Kat dropped her towel and looked at her pussy in the mirror. God, she wanted a cock in it. Her finger returned to her mound, but this time she used two fingers to find her clit. It was hard and wet. Her fingertips surrounded it and stroked it, tugging at it, then she used one fingertip to circle it teasingly and softly. She was so horny. She stepped to the side and put one foot up on the closed toilet lid, spreading her thighs open wide, and she leaned back into the wall of the small bathroom. Her vagina opened up too. With one hand still on her clit, she stiffened a finger from the other hand and slipped it to her wet cuntlips mostly unhidden in her dark thatch of soft curly pubic hairs. Fuck me, her pussy moaned. Her finger touched the magic hole, and Kat's knees weakened at the contact, but the urgent desire of her twat begged for more. She pushed the fingertip inside, reaching in, pushing, entering herself.

Fuck she was so tight! And wet, the juices were coating her hand now. Kat looked in the mirror at herself, leaning back and spread open, masturbating. She often watched herself fuck, it looked sexy, whether it was a cock or her fingers or a toy in herself. Kat knew she had a hot body and she loved sexy women, so it was extra-arousing to watch just how sexy she was herself. Her fingers on her clit withdrew so that she could pull up her haltertop and bra, quickly, exposing her nude C-cups and their pale pink areolae and now-hardened nipples. Big fat nipples that loved to be sucked, or that loved to rub against a wet cockhead.

Down between her thighs her finger was sliding in about two knuckles deep. Oh that's what it needed, it needed to be fucked, yes! Kat bit her lip and pushed it deeper. That felt so fucking good; it was like her cunt was sucking her finger inside.

"KAT, LET'S GO, I'M HUNGRY!"

The voice was Daddy's, but it might as well have been that voice inside her head. Dinner. Joining her father to interrupt the fun, Kat's own stomach gurgled a message in its own unique way. "Feed ME first, THEN that thing below," her tummy ordered.

Kat sighed, and pouted at herself in the mirror. Reality hit quickly, and forcing herself to listen to that voice of reason, Kat immediately pulled her bra and shirt back into position and stepped into her new thong. The strap slid hard into her buttcrack, and the fresh cotton stretched over her wet pussy lips. Her jeans were tight and needed to be pulled up forcefully, and they groped her asscheeks and pussy as she zipped them closed.

"Okay, Daddy, let's eat," the girl shouted as she darted back into the motel bedroom fully clothed.

* * * *

The light blue bikini wasn't the hottest thing she owned. It was a two-piece, but it covered most of her ample C-cup tits, and the bottom piece likewise covered most of her asscheeks. But the bikini's fabric was skin-tight, and when wet, it didn't leave much to the imagination -- resulting in her butt, tits and pussy essentially looking painted. Male reactions to it generally were positive. Kat, however, usually preferred wearing her thong bikini with the tiny triangular top, if male titilation was the goal. She didn't pack it for the road trip, figuring, if she made it to any motel pool, a thong probably wouldn't be appropriate.

Standing in the bathroom, she slowly disrobed down to her bra and thong. The food in her belly filled her, and normally she'd probably have passed on a chance to get in the pool so soon after a big meal. But she hadn't swam in five days, and for someone who lived at the pool daily, it almost felt like an out-of-body experience not to be swimming. So, with her Daddy's encouragement, she decided to go for a swim.

Her vagina had calmed down, for the most part, through dinner. The young waiter seemed to pay attention to the curves on her chest, but that was nothing new. Daddy was really funny, telling stories from his college days before he met Mom, which did the trick in disarming her horny mood. Still, her thong was damp and clung a little as she peeled it off. Kat bent over and stepped into her bikini bottom, pulling it up tight around her ass, yanking it so it dug nicely into her asscrack.

After removing her bra and donning the bikini top, Kat pulled her long, luxurious reddish-blonde hair into a pony tail. She noticed that, indeed, the bikini hung close to her breasts, she could see the lumps of her nipples even without them being hard or the bikini being wet. The cool night air, even in the hotel room, was chilly so Kat threw a body towel around herself at the waist.

"I'll be back, Daddy," she called to her father as she exited the bathroom and headed for the door. On the way she grabbed her swim goggles, but left her skullcap. Her Dad looked up momentarily, sitting at the small desk in the room. He was pouring over maps and traveler's aids. He said he might be at the pool later but wanted to call her Mom. Daddy also mentioned the possibility of going for ice cream after her swim, if she wanted -- apparently the town had some famous story with hand-made goodies. It seemed a distant interest to the teenager.

Kat quickly walked through the motel's dingy halway to the somewhat dim, over-heated indoor pool. Instantly hitting her as she opened the glass doorway was the powerful scent of too much chlorine. Someone overfilled the cleaning solution by quite a lot. Kat sneered at the amateurs who were operating the pool, but still, the sight of the blue water with light ripples called out a welcome to the high school swimmer.

The pool was largely empty. Two little k**s, toddler-aged, were splashing around a baby pool in the far corner of the room. Some grandparent-aged couple was sitting on lounge chairs on the the deck, the woman reading and the man toweling off looking bored. The parents of the two k**s were sitting on chairs themselves, the mom showing far more interest in the k**s while the dad was reading a book.

Kat pulled her goggles tight and dove into the empty pool. The water was not only smelly, it was too warm; had she tried to work out in it, she probably would have passed out from heat exhaustion. Swimming needs a cool, crisp temperature. Amateurs. But Kat didn't really feel like working out anyway, not so close to finishing dinner. Instead, she casually slid under the water and glided from one end to the other, letting her body be soothed by the water's high temperature.

It had to be maybe ten or fifteen minutes when she pulled to the corner of the pool, to relax and look around. The old couple was gone. Half of the family was gone, too; only one of the toddlers was left, playing with pool toys in the wading pool. The mother had apparently taken the one k**, only the disinterested father was left to watch the remaining c***d. This Dad had a sports magazine on his slightly oversized tummy, while he turned from time to time to make sure his k** wasn't drowning. The man's hairy, pale legs stretching over the lounge chair screamed couch-potato.

Kat slipped under the water and crossed the pool without coming up for air, emerging in the far corner. As she stood up, she found she was in the shallow end, so her chest came out of the water. Readjusting her goggles, Kat found herself looking at the father on the chair. He hadn't moved, except his head was now facing in Kat's direction, away from his k**. And, Kat could tell, he clearly was examining the shape of Kat's chest.

This was nothing new; men always looked at her body in swim suits, especially this tight one. Over the summer, she would not have paid this guy any attention or regard; he could stare at whatever he wanted. Kat's mood was not normal tonight, and having a stranger look at her tits was exactly the kind of provocative thought that made her clitty tinge with electricity. Without debating whether it was a good idea, Kat stretched her slightly-sore arms above her head -- arching her back, pushing forward her chest. Her nipples were growing harder, too. Through her goggles Kat could see the man watching her breasts with interest, now that their fullness was standing out on her rib cage.

Pervert, Kat whispered to herself, slipping under the water again. Still, it was always nice to know she could get attention. Halfway along the pool's length, she decided she didn't have enough air in her lungs to cross to the far side, so she came up for air, ending up floating on her back. Yes, again, her breasts were pushed up to the ceiling. The father-guy probably was watching that too, right? Kat only had to roll her head ever so slightly to the side, and she confirmed it. His eyes were staring at her chest as she glided past him.

This was probably unsafe for the k**, Kat smiled.

Kat never needed a reason to swim in a pool, whether it be a race, training, or just playing. She could spend two hours in a pool doing nothing but gliding and screwing around by herself. But after being so horny all day, desiring an orgasm so badly, having her tits watched by an older stranger provided a useful goal for her swim tonight.

Wonder how hard I can make his dick, mused the horny teenager to herself, rolling onto her stomach to breast-stroke her way to the pool's wall. She was cognizant her butt was now sticking out of the water; she chose the breast stroke not only because it was slow and required less energy, but because it didn't make a lot of splashes. She couldn't tell if he was looking at her ass, she just assumed he was. Emerging from the water, she saw the man had turned to bark an order to his k** -- but, pretty quickly, he looked back at Kat. She pretended not to notice, instead again arching her back and pushing her C-cups and hardening nipples forward. Think he can see my nipples, she wondered. Kat sank underwater, straight down, and she touched her breasts. The nipples were not that hard, yet, so she tugged them both a few times. Just think about it; a penis was lying on that lounge chair, maybe getting hard wanting to fuck you, Kat. He might be fat but he would love to sink that prick into your teenage body. He wants you, no doubt. Oh yes, her nipples were rock-hard now. And her pussy ached.

Kat came up for air, and she flipped onto her back to do a backstroke to the far side. She made sure to push her chest up. Oh, he was probably loving that. And she could look at him while simming, and he definitely was paying attention to her.

Full of her feminine powers, Kat did a flip at the wall to show off her swimming skills too. She came up halfway down the pool, flipping onto her tummy to do the breast stroke again. Only her pace was faster, more competitive; within three strokes she had swam the rest of the short length of the small motel pool.

As she popped up for air at the wall, she saw the man had called his young son over to scold or argue or something. Kat remained shoulder-deep in the water, relaxing, as if her show was paused. But as soon as the son jumped into the k**die pool, the father's eyes darted in Kat's direction. She loved being the target of his attention, and she was going to get more of it. Kat turned to face the wall, and she pushed herself out, climbing onto the pool deck. Fully away his eyes were all over her, Kat slowly strolled around the pool and directly in front of the stranger. She had to keep her eyes averted in her goggles, and she repressed the smile that wanted to cross her lips. Act like he's not there, she told herself. As she passed a couple feet from him, she could feel his eyes on her. On her tits and ass, in her wet bikini, tightly forming on her curves.

She made her way to her towel, wiping off for a moment then taking off her goggles. It was her excuse to show off to the man. By now, her vagina was aching a bit again for attention, her clit starting to throb too.

Kat dove into the water and crossed it again with a backstroke. The pool was so small to her, she found herself about to crash into the far wall too early. She relaxed for a moment at the wall, then had a horny idea. Looking around, confirming the father was the only adult in the room, she pulled herself under the water and pushed off to glide near the very bottom. It was like her private hiding spot. As she had herself entirely under water, Kat quickly reached back to her ass, and she pulled her bikini bottom more into her asscrack. Gave herself a wedgie, essentially, uncovering most of her buttcheeks. Both sides. She had to work quickly, her body wanted to float to the surface, but she managed to expose most of her ass in short order.

She emerged halfway down the pool, basically right in front of the male. Kat made sure not to look at him as she popped out of the water, pushing herself up to the deck. Now she stood not even five feet from him. Kat turned her back, and she didn't need a mirror to know for certainty that the guy's eyes were riveted on the sight of her mostly-exposed asscheeks. A male was lusting for her butt, she loved the thought.

After giving him a look at her mostly-nude buttcheeks for a few seconds, Kat quickly turned to face him so that she could dive backwards into the pool -- more of a flop, really. She created a huge splash. But she hoped that, in the moments she faced him, he could see the slit of her vagina through her skin-tight bikini bottom. The mere idea that he saw her cunt made her pussy ache with increased zeal.

Kat couldn't resist giving him another look. She floated to the surface, on her back, and then curled backwards so her head sunk towards the bottom; her feet came out of the water, split slightly. For a short moment, her pelvis was above the water pointed at him. If he was watching, he got a perfect look at the shape of her pussylips in her tight bikini.

Kat grew hotter by the moment, putting herself on display.

To her chagrin, as she came up for air, the man's wife had returned with the other c***d -- fully dressed now. The man basically ignored Kat and began cleaning up the family belongings. Fuck, Kat thought, there goes my fun. But the damage was done, her pussy was aching again, just like most of the day, giving her renewed interest in a long bath with an equally long masturbation session. Oh fuck, she thought, Daddy wanted to get ice cream. Maybe he had changed his mind by now? They had to get up early; she didn't want to stay up too late. It wasn't blowing a college interview just to have a good orgasm or two. (Well, so said her voice of reason.)

Alone in the pool, Kat plowed aimlessly through the water a few times, making sure to return her bikini bottom to its rightful place covering her asscheeks. Daddy might show up, no sense in making him think she was a slut or something, parading around almost nude for strangers.

The pool door opened again, maybe fifteen minutes later. It wasn't her father, as Kat expected; actually, it was the man again. And he looked to be alone. Leaning against the pool's wall, Kat noticed the family had left a baby bottle or sippy cup or something, and he obviously was there to collect it. Seizing the last opportunity for some playful fun, Kat quickly jumped out of the water and crossed to her towel near the door. He was behind me, she thought, probably watching. She didn't know how long he'd be there, so Kat worked quickly. Taking her towel, standing with her back to him, she parted her strong legs and bent all the way forward. All the way. She dried her ankles and calves with the towel, but she was sure that behind her the guy would be checking out her ass and crotch as she bent forward. It was so bad of her, but she loved doing it.

As she stood up, she turned to face him, and he was kneeling on the floor as if looking for something else he lost. Of course there was nothing to be found, so Kat figured he was stalling. She smiled to herself, soaking in the man's admiration, and she wrapped the towel behind herself to dry off her back. It allowed her to arch her back again, pushing her breasts forward.

The man was leaving, but walking slowly past Kat. For a split second, Kat grew embarrassed, thinking she might actually have to say something to him. Or maybe he'd say something to her? But all he gave her was a smile, then a last look at her breasts in her light-blue bikini top. Her nipples pointed at him. She could hear him sigh, then he exited out the door and out of her life.

Kat immediately wondered if she should have said something. In an aroused state, she imagined what he might have done if she pulled her top up to show off her breasts; or if she rubbed her body against his cock. All sexy thoughts, but moot now.
She dove back into the water, hoping that some swimming would relief the anxiety for a good fuck.

* * * *

The strawberry-blonde stood over her messy pile of clothing strewn around the luggage, wondering what to choose for bed. Behind her, the bathroom door was closed, with Daddy inside. He said he wasn't going to be long, but she heard the water running, he was going to shower. Her amount of clean clothing was dwindling, she tried to pack something for every day on the 10-day adventure but for some reason she was out of fresh pajamas. Either she didn't pack enough, or invisible rats were munching them in the car. Whatever. She fished out a pair of pajama shorts and matching front-button blouse from the "dirty" pile, and it wasn't visibly disgusting, so it would get re-used tonight.

Kat then moved to her toiletries and dug out her bottles of shampoo and body wash. Getting clean wasn't the goal she had in mind, however; besides, the swim a couple hours earlier had basically made her feel refreshed from the long day on the road. After being horny all fucking day staring at her Dad's huge prick and now all worked up after exposing herself in the pool, Kat needed something much more interesting than a clean shower -- she needed a massive orgasm. The first orgasm was going to be fucking huge, she could just sense it. On a normal night, when she wouldn't even be this horny, Kat could have a long bath and induce three or four solid cums. But tonight, she didn't really have time for one of those long baths. After the pool, she and Daddy went for late-night ice cream (Daddy's idea) then she ended up on her cellphone with her boyfriend a while sitting in front of the story (also Daddy's idea -- he was so thoughtful), so now it was nearly midnight, and they had an 8:30 appointment at Tech.

Sitting on the bed, her jeans and thong still tightly groping her ass and crotch, Kat self-diagnosed herself to determine just how badly she needed to masturbate. She let herself thing about cumming, the feeling of having her fingers in herself, to see if the need was great enough to get on with it despite her schedule concerns. Immediately, then, she though about her father taking his shower now; that cock was nude, probably, getting stoked with soap. Maybe Daddy gets hard in the shower, sudsing it, holding it in his fist. Maybe Daddy even strokes it? Does he masturbate there too, pumping himself, making his dick get so big and hard, then shoot his cream against the tiled wall?

Ok, she was soaking in her jeans and thong within a few seconds. She was going to have to take a bath to masturbate, there was no room for debate.

The only sound was running water in the bathroom. She heard splashing time to time, as Daddy was moving around doing his hair or whatever. The bathroom probably was going to be all steamy when he was done; Daddy liked it very hot. Normally she didn't care for it, but right now, any sense or smell caused by a naked male was appreciated. She grew hotter knowing she'd be naked in the same tub where Daddy had just been nude himself.

Kat found herself barely breathing, straining to listen to the bathroom. Her odd attention to her father at the moment struck her as a bizarre symptom of her horniness all day; he was the only male around, and even though he was Daddy, he had a big dick and she wanted to get fucked. The fact that he would never touch her, or even let her see his cock, didn't matter. It wasn't that she was hoping to fuck him or even wanted to fuck him; her pussy just wanted cock, and he had one, so the thought of knowing IT was in THAT bathroom was making her wet.

And maybe . . . a very enticing thought crossed her wicked teenage mind. What if Daddy wasn't just nude in the water, with his fat prick; what if it was hard. What if Daddy's penis was fully erect, pointing at the wall, its massive head wanting to explode with streams of cum? Maybe right now, at this very moment, Daddy was leaning back and had his strong hand wrapped around the base of that gorgeous dick, squeezing it and stroking it as boys like, jerking it to make it harder and hotter. Daddy's dick was hard so much today, when was he going to shoot out his sperm and have that orgasm he must want so bad? Isn't he doing that right now, pumping a fist up and down the steely rod, making his cock get closer and closer to its final eruption, until finally Daddy can shoot out gobs and gobs of his white salty goo.

Thinking about Daddy's big dick having an orgasm was no longer a foreign or perverted concept. Kat relished it; the idea that her Daddy was having fulfilling sexual pleasure, even if from his own hand, was delicious. Visualizing Daddy's enormous penis having an orgasm did not come with an iota of guilt or trepidation. Horny Kat, her pussy itself aching for the chance to spasm and cum, loved the idea of her Daddy cumming hard.

So what was Daddy thinking about, while jerking his dick? Mom? Maybe some hot girl at work? Maybe Daddy was tired of his oversized wife, maybe he wanted some hot little body to take his man-rod in deep. What kind of girl did Daddy like. Young or old? Big tits or flat-chested? Something like Kat's own body or -- no, Kat's voice told herself, let's not go there. If Daddy was jerking off, he wasn't thinking about ME. Get real.

But if Daddy was masturbating, he must have started in a very horny state, because his shower seemed to end abrubtly. Not more than five minutes could have passed before Kat heard the shower water stop running. He emerged from the bathroom as he usually did each night; damp, not quite soaking, with towel tightly wrapped around his waist. Kat waited for this moment then, with his body exposed as usual, she still found herself surprised by her luck of getting to see him again. His nipples were flat little circles on a chest that didn't have much fat at all; Daddy wasn't six-packed, but he was fit. Nice soft curves to his chest, and broad strong shoulders over defined upper arms. Not much hair on him, but what was there was a bit gray. His towel outlined an equally fit ass, which Daddy kept strong by working out constantly at home. His long legs were probably still strong enough to give her chase in a pool, although she hadn't raced him for a few years.

He wasn't particularly noticing that his daughter was staring at him. Daddy stepped across the room to his own luggage, which unlike hers had everything neatly folded. "Go ahead and take your bath, if you want," Daddy spoke while not looking at her. He was fishing out his clean underwear, a pair of briefs. He always wore briefs; Kat had rather come to like it this week, getting to see the shape of his balls on the few short occassions she saw him in just the briefs.

Kat didn't respond immediately, finding herself staring at her father's strong back, dripping a bit from his shower, but eventually she pushed herself off the bed to stand on the floor. "I suppose I should." She tried to sound like it would be a chore. She gathered her outfit for the night plus her shampoo and body wash, and she headed for the bathroom.

In the bathroom, turning to close the door, she caught sight of her father with his back still turned towards her. He had now gathered a pair of jogging shorts to put over his underwear for the night, and was busy applying dabs of deodorant and cologne to himself. As he raised one arm to put antiperspirant on his armpit, Kat's imagination conjured the potential that his towel might suddenly drop, letting her see her father's naked strong butt. She probably would freak if it did, but she'd probably have a different reaction if he was facing her when it happened. How big was Daddy when he was limp? Probably still huge; his underwear always looked stuffed.

She closed the door, and feeling an urgency in her thong, she quickly removed her haltertop and jeans. Left in bra and thong, Kat looked at the tub in the warm (not steamy) bathroom and prepared to lean over to turn on the water. But something stopped her; despite being tired, she had a funny playful side that was putting more fun ideas in her head. Walking in her bikini in front of her Daddy and that man at the pool was so much fun, giving a small sexual gratification even though it didn't involve any touching or nudity at all. Just knowing she was exposing her curvy, sexy female body to males with hard cocks was its own reward. Even if Daddy hadn't looked at her like the man at the pool, so what? It only mattered that her body was mostly exposed in the presence of an older man. She got a rush from being in her bathing suit with Daddy earlier that evening, and she almost had orgasms being eyed by the man at the pool.

So, Kat's playful side suggested, why not do it again, just something fun and quick. Standing in the closed bathroom in her bra and white cotton thong, the teenager wondered if it would be fun to go back in the bedroom, dressed down like this, just to parade in front of Daddy for a moment or two. He wouldn't look and he certainly wouldn't say or do anything to make her uncomfortable. But it would be just another chance to be dressed slutty around an older man, and the thong was far more revealing than the bathing suit was earlier that evening. And a few feet away would be Daddy's huge penis, although wrapped inside his towel. That would be as much cock as she'd get for the night, but Kat loved the idea. Be dressed in her undergarments in the same room as a fat adult penis that itself was barely covered.

Disregarding the protestations of her rational voice, Kat put her hand on the door and thought it out again. Nothing serious, just go out there, make some lame excuse, and come back into the bathroom. He'd seen her in a thong at home, in the past, although that was a bikini. And she'd seen him in underwear this week, although never for more than a few seconds. What if she did something playful, just for fun. Walk into the room like this, make an excuse. How bad would that be?

KAT, the voice roared more loudly, what a fucking idiot you are! Take your fucking bath.

No, said the playful voice, just walk out there, let him see you. Another voice, this from down between her legs, was asserting its independence. Let Daddy see what a sexy woman you are. See? Kat arched her back, turning sideways in the mirror. Her bra adequately contained her C-cup breasts, but they stuck out from her chest with emphasis. Her tummy was flat and her curvy strong butt was nicely nude, framed by the thin straps of her little thong. Other men like the man at the pool stared at her; why not let Daddy see what he can't have.

You're a fucking idiot, retorted her better senses.

Kat's hand gripped the door handle more tightly. Don't think, just go, it'll be only a few seconds, just for fun.

As she rolled around the idea of being in her thong in front of her father, alone in a motel room, her vagina's leaking grew appreciably noticeable. Her cunt wanted to be touched in the worst way. Squeezing her thighs together wasn't providing much relief, so Kat instinctively parted her knees a few inches and shot a hand into her groin. Three fingers arched around the curve of her mound, pushing stiff fingertips up against her clit and pussylips. Oh fuck, I'm wet, she realized. Her thong, already damp from covering her drenched twat, now became saturated in her juices as she ground the fabric into her swollen clitoris and soft pussylips. Feeling her fingers rubbing her clitty was such a relief, and Kat thought about forgoing the entire plan and just stripping immediately to fingerfuck to relief. Yes, yes, her cunt moaned to her, do THAT, get naked, take off this stupid thong, bury two fingers in me. Hurry. I need to be penetrated so badly, I've been waiting all fucking day. Three days, almost, in fact. Fuck me now!

But instead, she took her fingers off of her drenched thong, and sucked the juice off of each one. Fuck that tastes good. Being extra-horny was just giving Kat more incentive to go walk almost naked in front of her father, the man with the enormous dick.

A moment from barging through the bathroom door, she paused. Cover story, I need a cover story. Kat's eyes looked around the bathroom, and she formulated an excuse. She forgot her bath wash, she had to go out to retrieve it. Of course, the bottle was sitting right there on the sink's ledge. So, to make her story plausible, Kat grabbed the bottle and bent over, placing the bottle on the floor, then she tossed a sem-wet towel over it to hide it. There, it rolled off and has been hidden, it's not her fault. She has to go look for it now, in her toiletry bag.

Just hiding the bottle like that gave Kat's pussy more charge. You're really going to do this, right, walk in your thong in front of Daddy? Fuck me, her cunt ached, just do it, it sounds fun, then get back in here and shove your fingers in me. The giddy teen opened the door to the bedroom, realizing she was doing it slowly. She had to do it quickly, with confidence, like nothing was wrong. So she redoubled her efforts and pushed open the door quickly, and stepped equally brazenly into the bedroom.

Daddy was now in just his underwear, half-turned to her, about to bend over to put on his shorts. The appearance of his eighteen year old daughter in the bathroom doorway, wearing just bra and thong, did not escape his attention. His face jerked in her direction, his eyes absorbed the full image of her body. There was no mistaking he saw her.

The girl found herself smiling inside, having accomplished her mission already. But, she had to carry through. "I forget my, uh, my body wash," she lied. Trying not to stare at her father, she walked over to her small bag of toiletries, which was on a desk separate from the credenza where Daddy's own luggage was sitting. But she had to move directly in front of him, standing not even four feet away, as she turned to face her bag and lean forward a bit to look in it. She could feel her mostly-nude ass now pointing at her dad, right behind her. Kat wanted to turn and look in his eyes, just to see if there was any chance at all that Daddy, like the man at the pool, would be checking out his daughter's butt and body. Kat doubted it, but maybe, just maybe. What a rush that would be; Daddy oogling her almost-nude ass! But no, she didn't dare actually look back at him. Way too confrontational. The voice of reason still had some of its authority.

Instead, she spent the better part of a minute looking through her fat bag of makeups and hair sprays and lotions, knowing she wasn't going to find her body wash. "Where the fuck is it," she groaned with feigned disgust. She kept looking and looking, until she thought she'd given as much of a search as someone truly looking for the body wash.

Half-turning towards her Daddy, Kat pouted and moaned, "Don't tell me I forgot it this morning when we packed." She shrugged her shoulders and prepared to smile at him, but instead, her eyes were glued to his crotch. His underwear was huge; inside was a rigid erection, only, his underwear barely contained him. The shaft completely filled the thin garment, and the head was so near the top edge, Kat could see a dark shadow where the elastic waistband had separated away from his skin. Shit, inside that hole was the head of his penis, just barely inside it, she was sure. And below that tantalizing dark spot was the shaft itself, which she could easily see through the very thin cotton fabric. Below, his scrotum sack was just as vivid; Kat could make out the twin separate balls inside, they stretched the bottom of his crotch with two distinct round bulges.

Suddenly, her eyes were on his face, as if she instinctively realized she was caught checking him out. Kat wanted to look away even before she laid her eyes on his face, but what she saw was comforting. Daddy wasn't surprised or shocked or anything, he looked incredibly calm and casual. "Maybe it fell behind the table," he suggested of her allegedly missing body wash, pointing to the floor behind her feet. The table had drawers under it, creating a space between the wall and the table that could easily have contained something that might have rolled off the table and fallen behind it.

"Uh, yeah, maybe." Kat blinked, feeling her face flush nonetheless that Daddy undoubtedly caught her checking out his prick. His very huge prick. "Let me see." Kat welcomed the opportunity to turn her back again, so he couldn't see her face, as she pretended to lean over the table, to inspect the limited space between the wall and the back of the desk.

As she bent over the table, Kat realized her ass was sticking up at Daddy; the strap of her thong was probably barely covering her butthole, and the shape of her pussylips would have been completely obvious to him in her white thong. Fuck, Kat, you're basically exposing yourself to Daddy! Mom would fucking kill you, if she knew . . . but, she's not here, is she? And Daddy isn't complaining, is he? In fact . . . the reality his Kat quickly. Daddy asked her to look under the table for a reason; not to look for her stupid not-missing bottle, but to check out her ass in the thong.

Jesus Christ, Kat gulped, Daddy is checking me out after all!

And Kat loved the idea.

Fuck, he's up there staring at my butt. Kat could feel the thin thong strap, and she could thus feel her entire buttocks completely nude and exposed to her Daddy. Knowing her Daddy's huge prick was inches behind her, with her ass exposed to him, it was like they were going to fuck. Now how taboo and forbidden was that! Yet it made Kat sizzle, her gushing cunt leaking even more. So Kat pouted again, "Can't see it yet," and she immediately stepped back from the table to descend to her knees on the carpet. She didn't dare look at her father, but instead she stuck her ass up again while on her fours. It was like she was fucking doggy-style. Kat spread her knees wide, very wide, so that Daddy had full access to observe her ass and asshole and pussymound. Oh, the wet thong definitely was outlining her cuntlips. Daddy, if he was looking, would have been getting an eyeful of his almost-nude daughter, with her painted-on thong. He probably could see the parallel ridges of her lips, and the wet spot between them, the hole made to take a fat cock deep into it.

Was Daddy imagining fucking her? Did he want to? It was so hot to think so; maybe, like the man at the pool, Daddy wanted to get off stuffing his mammoth penis into a tight teenage pussy. Who cares it was his daughter; it just made the whole idea of prohibited sex even more enticing.

Kat found herself playing with the idea, teasing her father by assuming the fuck-my-cunt-from-behind position, dropping her chest almost to the carpet and leaning way under the desk so that her butt was shoved up high. She was the ultimate in forbidden candy; that hard prick of his was probably going to explode, if she stayed on the floor too long.

How long to stay here? Kat felt the throbbing inside her thong, her vagina demanding attention. It was getting more desperate to be fucked, knowing she was exhibiting her femininity for her father, and knowing he was looking. Time to get into the bathroom and get off. "Nope, not here," Kat reported with a sound of finality, pushing back and standing up again. Her eyes immediately fixated on his underwear, and his penis was as big and beautiful as a few moments earlier. But she couldn't stare at it; almost right away she looked up at her father, trying to appear confused about her missing lotion. "Yeah, maybe I lost it."

"Here." Her father gave her a very common glare, the kind that a male gives to the female that is always losing things. Mom was like that. Dad, however, didn't seem mad at all, unlike with her Mom. Instead, he had a very reassuring manner at the moment, as if he was confident he was going to find what she'd lost. "Let's pull everything out." Daddy stepped next to Kat, and she found herself now within arm's reach of his bulging cock in the tight underwear. Daddy was so close, in fact, she could peer down and inside the space between his underwear and skin. To her disappointment, it was too dark to see anything inside, but she knew what was there. Her eyes had to be pointed at it, just unable to see it is all.
Daddy carefully emptied the contents of her toiletry bag, one by one cataloging its inventory of female supplies. Kat was even embarrassed how long it took him; he traveled so light. But it gave her the chance to stand almost nude next to his fabulous figure, and she could watch his muscled chest or his nearly-flat tummy while he helped her search for the hiding bottle. And, without him seeing, she could just stare down at the roundness of his erection in his tight underwear. The huge cock hardly moved at all, it just throbbed in there while his arms and torso were moving around. Daddy's dick was unquestionably the biggest cock she'd every laid eyes on, except for maybe pictures on the Internet of young blonde women getting boned by almost inhumanly-hung black men.

"Here, is this it?" Holding a bottle in his hand on the opposite side of his body away from his daughter, Daddy reached out to display one of the bottles he'd set out on the table. But that didn't get Kat's attention. No, it was Daddy's other hand, reaching behind her body. She felt her father's warm, strong hand come to rest on her soft teenage skin, his palm and fingertips on her nude hip, barely above her buttcheek -- below the strap of her thong. Holy shit, his hand was right there, right there. His palm was on the part of her upper butt right where it began to curve outward; and his fingers were reaching to the side, curling onto her hip, so he could feel the shape of her round muscular swimmer's ass. Three inches lower and he'd get arrested for m*****ation.

Kat burned in silent heat at the contact of her father's hand just above her butt, but she broke into laughter seeing the bottle her father selected. "No, Daddy, that's body lotion -- I need body wash, geez." Kat threw a light hip-check into her father, rubbing her soft skin against his hairy upper leg and hip. Her own hand, now behind his body, wanted to reach forward and, if it did, she'd be touching his ass in his underwear. She didn't dare.

"Sorry, it said 'body' on it," her father sighed, putting it down. "Nope, you're right, it's not here." He went to put the body lotion in line with the other bottles he removed, but the lotion bottle -- slick from being handled night after night by Kat's hands already lubricated with its oily substance -- slipped from Daddy's grasp. The little heavy bottle quickly plummeted to the carpet, and rolled under the table a few inches.

Her father quickly reacted, as Kat had just barely pulled her little nude foot out of its way. He immediately staked out responsibility for retrieving it with a soft comment. "Oops, damn, here I'll get that." Kat had just turned to look at him when she saw her father take his own turn to descend to the carpet, getting on his knees himself, turning to face her, reaching under the table for the bottle.

And Kat found herself looking down at her father's face, which was maybe 12 inches at most, eye-level with her thong. Her damp, wet thong, clinging to her vaginal lips. Daddy wasn't looking at the floor, he wasn't trying to find the bottle, he was staring at her vagina. Kat's face blazed with electricity, her knees grew week. She knew her thong was saturated with juices, tightly wrapped around her female treasure, so Daddy was now oogling her pussy's shape. Kat loved it, she loved that her father was adoring her this way. She immediately spread her feet a bit more, her thighs no longer touching, giving her father a close-up view of her crotch and the shape of her anxious pussy. Did Daddy know how badly she wanted to cum? She was going to have a climax of some kind of he remained down there staring at her, breathing hot air on her prickly skin.

But he came up moments later, the lotion in his hand. "Guess you might be right," he apologized, placing the lotion carefully on the table top. "It's not here, unless um -- unless maybe it rolled under the bed, or something."

Under the bed, huh. Kat turned back to look at the foot of the bed, with its long bedspread reaching almost to the floor. Indeed, there was an inch of space there, something like a bottle could have rolled under the floor. Of course, Kat realized, Daddy didn't really care if the bottle was unde