Archive-title: Amy – Fantasy Fuck II As I promised here is another one of my fantasies about Amyand me. After our last session Amy is even more friendly when noone else is around. I also think that she has quit wearingpanties because I don’t see any pantie lines any more and sometimes I even wonder if she is wearing a bra. Like today. Amyis wearing a grey woman’s suit with a blue and black strippedsilk blouse the front of which seems to move around a littlemore than usual. Its hard to tell since the suit jacket hidesher nipples which would show were she not wearing a bra. Amy isin a playful mood today. Joking with everyone. We had sometime during lunch for some conversation. She usually eats lunchout but didn’t today because she had some extra work to do.Some of the remarks she made would almost make a sailor blush.At least it did her and me. We both end up working late again. “This is getting to bea habit,” I said. Amy just laughed and said, “We had better becareful or people will start talking.” As if they alreadyhadn’t, at least about Amy. I am surprised when she says to me,”How about coming to my place after work for a drink?” I said,”Sure. We’ll take your car and leave mine here. That way noone will see it at your place.” So we lock up the place andhead toward her apartment. When we arrive Amy says, “Why don’tyou kick your shoes off while I go get comfortable.” So I doand prop my feet up on the coffee table. She calls from theother room, “What would you like to drink?” “Got any hardstuff?” I answer. “I can mix us up something. I’ll surpriseyou.”, was her response. Well you could have you could haveknocked me over with a feather when she came back into the roomwith our drinks. She definitely got comfortable. Amy waswearing this almost transparent top and a pair of short shorts.There was no question of what she was wearing under the top orshorts. That was NOTHING! Her nipples were hard and strainedagainst the fabric of the top and the crotch of her shorts duginto her cunt showing the bulge of pussy lips and crease of hercunt slit. She hands my one of the drinks and says, “How do you likeit?” I must have been starring at her breasts because I almostspilt the drink and could just stammer, “Iiiits great.” Amylaughs and says, “No, I mean the drink.” Of course I hadn’teven tasted the drink yet. We both laugh. She sits next tonext to me and we sip the drinks and talk about work, life, etc.The drink has its desired effect. We both begin to relax,except my cock. The longer I looked at Amy’s nipples makinglittle bumps in the front of that top and felt the heat of herbody near mine, the harder and harder my tool got. And prettydamned uncomfortable. An erect 7 1/2 cock doesn’t fit very wellin a tight pair of pants. Especially if it’s bent in themiddle. I put my arm on the back of the couch and she slidesclose. Her breast is now pressed against my side. The drinkmust have had the same effect on her as it had on me. I glancetoward her crotch and it looked as though a wet spot was formingwhere the shorts disappeared between her legs. I got so uncomfortable that I just had to adjust theposition of my cock. I sat my empty drink glass down and triednot to be to obvious about moving my dick around in my pants.As I reached for it she must have know what I was going to dobecause she got there first and said, “Let me help. That mustsure be uncomfortable.” When she didn’t take her hand away Iknew this was going to be another fantastic fuck session. Ofcourse my cock only got harder and began to ache as she rubbedit through the material of my pants. I leaned toward her andpulled her to me. Our lips met in the most passionate kiss Ithink I’ve ever had. Her tongue found mine. My free hand foundher breast. Amy moaned as I gently lifted it and pressed mythumb against the hard nipple. We spent some time enjoying thepleasure of the kisses and caresses. Soon I slid my hand under her top. I wanted to feel thesoft flesh of her firm breast against my skin and the hothardness of her nipple against the palm of my hand. With eachsqueeze of her nipple Amy squeezed my cock. The feel of my bigcock in her hand and my hand caressing her breast must havereally excited her. Because the moans were louder and they werecoming from deeper in her throat than before. I needed to getat those tits so I pulled her top off over her head. She let goof my cock just long enough to let me peel the cloth away. Thesight of those pink upturned nipples caused my tool to throbeven more and the ache was now spreading to my heavy balls. Ipushed her down on the couch so that I now leaned over her. Mylips brushed her neck as I made my way to her tits. Her handswere now in my hair guiding me to her hot nipples. Slowly Ilicked around her right breast making smaller and smallercircles leaving a wet trail with my tongue as I worked my waytoward the first hard bud. Amy’s moans grew louder and louderthe closer I came to actually sucking it into my mouth. With myleft hand I worked my way down across the smoothness of herabdomen. I worked my way under the elastic waistband searchingfor her love mound. When I felt the downy hair that covered theupper portion of her cunt I knew for sure that she wasn’twearing panties. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth I pushedmy finger across her clit and into her cunt hole. Amy had beenreally hot because that was all it took to give her first orgasmof the night. But I knew that the night was still young andthere was more to cum. I moved to her other breast giving it the same treatmentand I continued to finger fuck that hot slippery tunnel. Shemoved her hips against the thrust of my finger saying, “Jim thatfeels sooooo goooood!” I got curious about how many fingerswould fit in her cunt since she had been able to accommodate mybig fat cock which is 7 1/2 inches long and 2 inches across(that’s almost 6 inches around). So I inserted a second fingertwisting my hand as I pushed it in. It was snug at first butshe was able to relax her cunt mussels and with her juicesflowing as they were I was able to finger fuck her as fast andhard as before. With each thrust of my hand Amy moaned, “Fuck!Fuck! Fuck!” She pulled harder against my head forcing more ofher tit into my mouth. I stabbed her nipple with my tongueforcing another moan from her lips. I felt her cunt grasp myfingers in another orgasm. I couldn’t believe how tight shecould make that hole. I knew that once my cock was buried tothe root between those pink lips that I would again enjoy thefuck of my life. When Amy came down from that last orgasm she realized thatmy cock had not yet received the same satisfaction that herpussy had enjoyed. Getting up from the couch she pushed hershorts to the floor. Stepping out of them she said, “Lets go tomy bedroom.” I got a glimpse of the dark fur on her mound justbefore she turn toward her bedroom. I followed her to her bedwatching the movement of her ass as she walked my cock throbbinglike it never had before. Amy sat on the edge of the beddrawing me to her. She reached for my belt buckle and undid it.As she pulled down my zipper she said, “Let me see what you havehiding in here.” Though this was not the first time she hadseen my tool she gasped at the size of it. She began to strokeit back and forth pulling the foreskin off the head of my shaft.She squeezed my iron hard rod but her hand still didn’t even goall the way around. I made fucking motions with my hips as shestroked the skin of my cock. Each time she slid her hand to thebase grunting noises came from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able towithstand much of this treatment. I said, “Ba, if you keepthat up I’m going to cum all over your tits.” She looked up atme with an impish grin and slid off the bed. My cock hit her right on the cheek. I couldn’t believewhat she was about to do. Most women would not have thought ofattempting to suck my cock because of its size. Amy backed awayjust enough to allow her to slide her tongue around the head ofmy tool. I moaned and tried to push toward her mouth but herhand was at the root of my cock holding me back. She wasenjoying the torture that she was putting me through. My cockthrobbed in her hand and every time she licked that sensitivespot on the underneath side of my cock head it jump in response.She continued to tease me until I moaned, “Ohhhhh, Amy. Pleasesuck my cock. My cock and balls hurt. I need to cum!” Withthat she open her mouth and her lips slid over the head of mycock. I almost came right then and there. I felt the cumboiling up out of my heavy balls. But I was able to hold itback. Amy lowered her head and more of my meat slipped into hersmall mouth. Her lips stretched as they reached the widest partof cock and she gaged a little as my dick head tickled the backof her throat. I have to give her a lot of credit very fewwomen ever get past taking the head of my tool into their mouthsand here she was going for the hole thing! She relaxed herthroat and press her head even lower. Damn! That was tight andshe had about 6 inches of my meat going down her throat. Ididn’t get a chance to see if she could take all 7 1/2 inches ofit. I lost it. My cum boiled out of my cock into her throat.She gaged at first, not expecting me to blow my load so soon,but she was able to swallow every spurt of my cum. My cock began to soften in her mouth but she had otherideas. She reached for my heavy balls and gently messaged them.First pulling, then gently squeezing, then rolling them aroundin my hair covered nut sack. With her other hand she stroked mytool and every so often she took all of it into her mouth andsuck it increasing its size each time. I didn’t give much hopefor a quick recovery because it usually takes me a little timeto get a second hardon. That’s why I make sure that my lovergets at least a couple of good climaxes in before I shoot myload. Amy’s hands and mouth worked magic. It didn’t take but afew minutes of this treatment for my meat log to begin toharden. Of course I played with her tits all the time she wasworking on my cock. I realized that they were very sensitiveand a guy who would give them a little extra attention couldreally get Amy’s juices going. As soon as my cock was hardagain she slid up on the bed spreading her legs so I could lookdirectly into her honey hole. I’m no mind reader but any idiotcould see that she wanted to be fucked. I wanted to screw that pussy more than anything but I had adifferent position in mind. I said, “Get down here and put yourass in the air. I’m going to fuck you like the bitch you are.”She must have been in heat because I’ve never seen anyone moveso fast. Her ass was in the air right in front of my big cock.I looked at her pussy and saw that her cunt lips were all puffyfrom her arousal and shiny from the honey that had dripped fromit. I took hold of my tool and stroked it up and down thelength of her slit from her anus to her clit pausing there eachtime to give it some extra attention. She purred and tried topush back onto my cock as it crossed her hole but I controlledthe situation pulling away as she moved her ass back towardmy cock. I tease her for a long time. Her cunt juice coveredmy cock and dripped onto the bed. She began to whine with thewant of penetration. She wanted her honey hole filled mymeat log. Amy moaned, “FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE! I WANT YOUR COCK!” SoI put the head of my tool against her pink hole and pushed justthe head into her. She held her breath thinking more was comingbut I held back. When she realized what I was doing she triedto ram my cock deep shoving her ass back at me but I knewwhat she was about to do and moved the same time she did. Therewe were with only the head of my dick still in her. Shescreamed, “I NEED THAT COCK! FUCK ME! SCREW MY BRAINS OUT!!!”I grasped her hips and eased another inch into her. It was hardto hold back but I wanted her to cum before all of my meat wasburied to the root in her fuck hole. She thought that she wasgoing to finally get what she wanted but instead of pushing moreinto her I pulled all but the tip out. She cried, “NOOOOOO…but just then I shoved 3 inches into her cunt. Even thoughtthis was the second time I had fucked her I still couldn’t getover how tight and hot she was. She tried for more and Iallowed about half of my cock to slip in. I began to stroke inand out of her hole and watched how the lips of her pussy clungto my meat. Being pushed inward as I pushed in and stretchedoutward as I pulled away. She knew that I was giving her onlyhalf of my cock and begged me for all of it whimpering,”More, please more. Give me all of iiiittttt.” Finally even I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled all butthe tip of my hard shaft out of that hot juice dripping cunt. Iincreased my grip on her hips and rammed every inch of mythrobbing aching tool into her fuck hole. She screamed as if inpain. I thought I had hurt her but then I felt her cunt squeezemy iron shaft. It was then that I realized that her scream wasnot because I had injured her but was because of the sweet painof yet another orgasm. I didn’t wait for her climax to subsidebut began fucking her in earnest. Stroking my cock all the wayin and all the way out. Deep hard strokes my heavy ballsslapping against the top of her cunt. My tool hitting bottom onevery stroke. Getting animalistic grunts from her with everythrust. The cum began to boil in my balls and work its way tothe base of my aching tool. I could hold it back no longer.Cum squirted from my cock. She felt it too. My mind detacheditself from all my body except my cock. I became one huge toolfilling her with my hot cum. I could feel the heat of my cum asit flowed around my cock oozing out of her full hole and onto myballs. The heat of my cum spurting into her forced her over theedge into another orgasm. We both collapsed onto her bed mycock still buried and her cunt still milking my meat for all itcould get. We dozed for a while being awakened only noise from aneighboring apartment. As much as I wanted to spend the nightwith her I had to leave. We both had work the next day and itwouldn’t do for me to be seen leaving her apartment in themorning. We dressed and we gave each other a long knowing kissgood night. She took me back to my car. Amy, what a gal. If only I could share my tool with herone time outside of this fantasy world. It would be a dream cumtrue. In my fantasies we have may such times together. Got togo now. Writing this gave me another hardon which I willrelieve while I think of Amy. Another story for another time.J.L.–
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Original posting date: Saturday September 05, 1998
A Resident Author story from MrDouble’s archive, File: .txt from .zip
This is Part Two of a Four Part Novel. The story was written to be
interesting by itself, the erotic parts just increase the enjoyment – at
least in my mind they do. A great deal of it is factual, some of it is
fantasy; I leave it to the reader to make any distinctions. I hope you
enjoy it, sit back and relax and try to lose yourself in the story. Part
One is authored by Jim Martin, Part Two is written by Amy, Part Three by
Julie and Jim Martin returns to conclude the story in the climax in Part
Four. If you enjoy it, or have non-flame based criticisms please contact
me at the above address and share your thoughts.
Amy by Centaur
Part 2 By Amy
Summary of Part 1. In Part 1, written by Jim Martin, we were presented
with the background of the relationship between Jim Martin and his young
daughter Amy. Part 1 of the story concerned Jim’s discovery of his sexual
attraction to his daughter and the unforeseen consequences of his acting on
that attraction, consequences that separated Jim and Amy for almost three
years. In Part 1 we see them reunited and their solution (unfortunately
temporary) to the problems that separated them. In Part 2, written by
sixteen year old Amy Martin, we see how the next several weeks unfold as
Amy and her father begin deepening their relationship, and how Julie (Amy’s
best friend and “sister”) enters into the story, as well as Jim’s best
friends and business partner Larry and his wife Diane. The length to which
Jane, Jim’s ex-wife and Amy’s mother, will go begins to make itself known.
I was feeling incredibly happy as Daddy pulled the van out of the
driveway and headed down out of the hills towards the Bay Bridge. I tuned
KBLX on the radio and settled back listening to Kenny Gee’s saxophone.
Sitting beside Daddy with my hand resting on his shoulder looking out
through this big windshield I felt like I was flying. It was as if the
last three years of living alone with that bitch was fading out of my mind
like it was only a bad dream from which I had just awakened. I felt so
safe and so comfortable with Daddy since we had been making love, it was
like there was someone in my life that I could share anything with, say
anything to, someone who truly loved me. I tucked my legs under me and
turned part way in the seat to look at my handsome Daddy driving us down
out of the hills toward Oakland. He had been so strong when he stood up
and yelled at that bitch when she called me a slut–that cunt, having the
nerve to call me a slut when she had been fucking Smarmy Phil for four
years! I felt so proud to stand beside him, having my arm around his waist
when he told her off, like he was my warrior Prince and I was his Princess,
like we were both fighting the Evil Queen, the two of us together against
all the odds. That was a great exit line I got off at her, I didn’t even
plan it, it just came out naturally – boy did it piss her off! And the
look on her face when I picked up the VS catalog on my way out, I hope she
thinks about me wearing beautiful sexy underwear for Daddy for the rest of
her fucking life. I am so much prettier than she is, she sure dragged in
looking like shit, that skirt is way too tight for some as short and dumpy
as her. I sure as hell have a better body. Daddy loves it! Its like he
just can’t get enough of it, all I have to do is touch him or rub against
him and he gets hard! I love that I can do that for him, it makes me wet
just to remember what we’ve done since last night. I can’t believe
yesterday at this time I was a scared virgin and now I can fuck his ears
off and love every second of it. I really like to take him in my mouth
after we have sex, that’s such a turn on for me – and he loves it too. I
had better stop thinking like this or I will have wet panties to ride in
for the rest of the day! I know, I’ll call Julie, some girl chatter will
calm me down.
“Daddy, can I call Julie and tell her we are going to stop and visit
tomorrow?” I asked, trying to stop thinking about hard parts and wet
“Sure honey, get my phone and the car adapter out of my briefcase, its
on the floor behind my seat.” Daddy answered.
I reached around behind his seat and fished out his brief case. I put
it on my lap and opened it up, taking out his phone and car power plug. I
plugged the adapter into lighter socket and turning on the phone dialed
Julie’s number in Santa Barbara.
“Let me talk with your Aunt Diane before you talk to Julie sweetie, I
want to ask her if its convenient for us to come visit before you get Julie
all spun up.” Daddy said smiling at me. “Also be a little careful about
what you say about us being without the bitch, I want to handle that in
person with Larry and Diane.
“Oh Daddy, you know that Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane will want us to
stay, they always do and they have lots of room in their guest house. And
I won’t say anything bad” I smiled back at him. God it was so good to be
with him again, I had missed him so badly while he was gone from me! I’ll
never let him leave me again, I vow it on my sacred soul! Larry and Diane
weren’t really related to us but they had been our best friends so long
that Julie and I liked to think that we were sisters and that our parents
(in my case now parent-singular) were related. I had known them both my
whole life, Uncle Larry had gone into business with Daddy the day they both
graduated from college, he was so nice to me and so much fun. I heard the
phone connect and start to ring , then Aunt Diane answered.
“Hi Aunt Diane, its Amy” I said. “Oh, we’re fine, Daddy and I are on 80
heading toward the Bay Bridge. We’re driving down to the beach house,
school’s out and we are going to spend some time down there and on the
boat.” Daddy gestured at me for the phone “Here Aunt Diane, Daddy wants to
talk to you – then I need to talk to Julie” I said, handing the phone to
“Diane? Hi sweetie, it’s Jim, how are you guys doing?” Daddy asked. He
listened to Diane for a few minutes then said “Yeah, we would like to stop
for a few days if that’s all right with you, yeah tomorrow night, we’ll
stop at the Hyatt in Monterey tonight.” he paused for a few seconds then
added “no it’s just Amy and me, Jane won’t be along, I’ll tell you guys all
about it , it’s a long story, but it looks like it’s just the two of us for
awhile” he concluded winking at me.
I raised both of my fists into the air, silently mouthing YES! Ding,
dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch is dead I sang to myself. I guess
this must be the yellow brick road. I really would like to go on a real
adventure with Daddy, maybe we can take a trip somewhere exotic and do some
really neat things – we could sail somewhere in Silver Cloud, I know how to
help with the rigging and the helm, we could go anywhere. OOPS – I guess
Daddy is done talking to Aunt Diane, he’s handing me the phone.
“Julie? Hi babe how are you? Yeah, we’re enroute, yes just Daddy and
I. I’ll tell you all about it when we see you. Probably tomorrow night
sometime, right Daddy” I asked. “He’s shaking his head yes” I answered.
“So tell me what happened with Tom, did he ask you out last week? You’re
kidding — the drone, Sally Johnson-that hoser? You’ve got to be kidding
As I finished my all too short conversation with Julie, with promises of
all the great things we would do when I arrived, we turned off of
Interstate 80 and onto the approach to the Bay Bridge. As we stopped in
the traffic backed up at the toll plaza Daddy told me to look out the back
window over towards the left. There was our hotel, the sun shining on the
windows, the little balconies lit up brightly.
“It’s hard for me to believe Amy, but yesterday almost exactly at this
time I was sitting out on one of those balconies wondering what my meeting
with you was going to bring” Daddy said, looking over at me.
I looked over Daddy’s shoulder at the hotel in the middle of Jack London
Square. It was hard for me to believe that I had actually done what I had
done, but the results were even better than I had ever dreamed.
“You know Daddy, taking off my clothes and coming up to your room in my
raincoat was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life.” I said.
“I was so afraid that you wouldn’t be in your room or you would have
someone in there with you or someone from the hotel would stop me and ask
what I was doing wandering around the hotel. Then they would call security
to come get me and everyone would find out that I was naked under the coat.
I was really scared riding up in the elevator, I’m glad no one got in with
me, I probably would have peed right there on the floor.” I said grinning
“That was a pretty gutsy move all right” agreed Daddy. “You almost gave
me a heart attack when you dropped that coat and you were naked under it.”
“Did you like the way I looked, I mean right away-first look? I was
really nervous, you just stood there staring at me, not saying anything,
not reacting any way at all, just staring. I almost put my coat back on, I
thought you weren’t interested” I said sarcastically.
“Well honey I was stunned, you were so beautiful that you took my breath
away, I had to take a minute to start breathing again” Daddy responded
“I felt a lot better when you dropped your robe and I could see that you
were hard as a baseball bat, at least I knew I was having some effect. I
was really shocked Daddy, I mean I had seen some pictures of a hard prick
that this girl Syliva had at school, but I had never seen a real one
before, and certainly not yours, except when it was soft and you were
peeing that time. I knew that men got big and hard, I saw the bulge under
your sweats that night I sat up naked on your lap, but you were SO big, it
scared me for a minute.” I said looking over at Daddy as we sat stopped in
traffic. “I didn’t know what to do, I was scared that you would just walk
over and stick it up me or something, all the girls say that guys can’t
think when their ‘other head’ gets hard.” I added with a giggle.
“I knew that you must be nervous honey” Daddy said gently, returning my
gaze. “But I also knew that as long as I took it slow and easy I could
make you feel wonderful without scaring you. You did your part by just
showing up and taking the chance of offering yourself so completely.
That’s one of the things I like most about our relationship, no games – we
say and do what we really believe.” Daddy added firmly.
“That’s the way I always want it too Daddy” I replied seriously. “I
really hate this back and forth game playing that you have to do to date,
everyone is trying to score points on the other person. I tried that for
about six months but the guys were so stupid after playing with you for all
my life that I just gave up. I figured if I couldn’t have you I would just
go away to a nunnery” I laughed. Daddy rolled down the window and handed
the toll lady his money and accelerated ahead onto the bridge. I had a
flash of memory as we left the toll plaza.
“Remember how I was scared of the toll booth for all that time when I
was little, how I used to hide on the floor in the back seat when you
stopped to pay the toll?” I asked with a smile.
“Yes, honey I do remember, it took me almost a year to figure out that
you thought that I had said it was a “troll” booth and you were scared that
the trolls were going to get you like Billy Goat Gruff after I read you
that story.” Daddy laughed, reaching over and patting my leg.
I put my hand on top of his hand and held it for a minute, I could never
remember a time in my life when I didn’t love him. Daddy had been the
stabilizing force in my life for as long as I could remember. Sharing my
body with him and loving him so completely just seemed as natural as
driving somewhere in the car with him. Why did everyone say that this was
so wrong? There was no one in the world that I could trust like Daddy, why
wouldn’t I share my body, my soul and my life with him? Why was it
anyone’s business but ours? As usual Daddy was reading my mind.
“You know honey we have to discuss how we are going to manage our new
relationship, there are going to be some challenges for us.” Daddy said in
his serious tone.
“I know Daddy-bear, but I don’t care, I will do anything you want as
long as we can be together in bed and you can love me like you did last
night. The important thing for me is that we are joined with a heart vow
and you will never leave me.” I knew what he meant, there would be
challenges for us in dealing with the rest of the world. I was a little
nervous about what he would be laying down for ground rules, but I was
determined to live by them – he was mine, my warrior and I was his
princess, and I would honor him by living within his rules and giving
myself to him without reservations. I knew that he had a lot more
experience with the outside world than I had and he would know how to keep
us out of trouble, he was brilliant as well as handsome.
We suddenly came out of the tunnel at the far side of Treasure Island
into the bright sunshine. We were on the top deck of the bridge and there
off to our right was San Francisco spread out in front of us like a magical
city floating on the bay. Fog was starting to come through the Golden
Gate, it had already covered the tops of the bridge in a blanket of fluffy
white. I loved this view of the City, it looked so wonderful, clean and
sparkling. My whole life looked like that now, I felt like I really could
fly if I spread my arms. Becoming a real woman was a wonderful experience
I decided, and I owed it to Daddy for taking that chance with me. I had to
be honest with myself it was more than the adventure of it, I didn’t tell
him about the journal and the letter before we made love because I was
giving him a final test. If he wanted me bad enough to risk the possible
outcome then he truly loved me. If he had known we had the letter and the
journal he might have just fucked me because I have a hot young body and he
had a hard prick. And besides, if I had given him the journal as soon as I
walked into the room, he really would have talked all night about what we
needed to do the next day instead of just fucking my ears off. He can be
so serious. I’ll show him how to play again, he needs that, poor Daddy.
He works so hard and living with the bitch couldn’t have been very much
fun, and then her threatening him for three years – I’m really glad I went
off on her as I left, that worthless bitch. I’ll teach Daddy how to play
in the sun with me and roll around on the grass and feel free, he’s so
handsome and wise, I love him so much.
“Daddy, have you been out on Silver Cloud much, I have really missed our
sailing together since you left” I said, maybe I could get him thinking
about playing with me and having fun so that he would be in the mood when
we got to La Jolla.
“Not as much as I would have liked honey, I did sail over to Catalina
three weeks ago with Tom and one of our new production managers from the
plant. I had the engine taken out and completely overhauled in February
and it really runs nice. We also have new sails and halyards since last
summer, and new cleats on the entire starboard side.” Daddy said proudly.
Daddy and I loved Silver Cloud. She was a forty-eight foot white and
silver Majestic double-headed sloop rig with a 50hp engine. She had two
separate staterooms, fore and aft each with their own heads and the port
and starboard couches in the center main salon/galley converted into a
double bed, so in a pinch we could sleep six. We had good radios, GPS and
loran and a very good Navico 400 Auto Pilot. We had an eight foot
inflatable dingy so that we could get ashore in shallow places. Daddy had
named her the Silver Cloud because he and Uncle Larry used to always say
that “there must be a silver lining in this cloud” every time things looked
bleak in their new business. On the day that Daddy came to the office over
the garage with their first signed contract for the sale of a software
program and Uncle Larry saw the amount of the contract he said that this
was the whole “silver cloud” not just a lining, and next year they would
both be buying yachts. Daddy didn’t buy the boat until 1990 but when he
did he called it Silver Cloud in memory of Uncle Larry’s remark all those
years ago. That was one of the wonderful things about Daddy, he named our
boat in a way that made Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane happy too.
We turned on to Interstate 280 heading towards the Pacific Ocean and our
drive down Highway 1. As soon as Daddy got comfortably into the fast lane
he glanced briefly at me. “Honey, one of the most important things to
remember is that while Jane is a bitch, she is a smart bitch, and a good
lawyer with some considerable financial resources if she wants to use
them.” Daddy started in a serious tone. “I hope she will let us alone,
just accept things as they are, but I have some doubts. We hit her pretty
hard today, but when she starts to recover she will get mad, and when she
gets mad she will try to figure out a way to get her journal back and even
“But even if she got the original back Daddy how could she be sure that
she had all the copies?”
“Well, you’re right Amy, I think she is more likely to try to get
something on us that would force us to agree not to use the journal, to
neutralize it, she knows that the journal will be dangerous to her for
years. For instance I could use the journal to force her to sign over the
part of our company that she owns under community property law. That
thought will scare her to death when it comes to her, the only reason she
won’t divorce me is that the company is worth more every year and half of
my half is hers.” Daddy said ruefully. “My own hard work keeps her
attached to me like a leech.”
“Why don’t you do that Daddy, force her to sign her part of the company
over to you?” I asked, the bitch had no sympathy coming from me right now.
“It’s your company, and we have her journal.”
“It’s never a good idea to corner someone like Jane honey, desperate
people take desperate chances, and if that bitch got desperate I hate to
think the lengths to which she might go.” Daddy said shaking his head
sadly. “Always leave someone a way out, make sure you pick it, but leave
them some way to leave with something. Never strip a person naked, that’s
what Jane did to me taking you away from me so quickly and completely and
now she is paying the price. People you beat might hate you for awhile but
in the long run most people don’t have the stomach for revenge, unless you
leave them no alternative,” Daddy added wisely. “Taking her rightful share
of the company away from her would represent a potential loss of several
million dollars to her, particularly if we decide go public next year, much
more than she would lose by being thrown out of her firm. If she thought
she was being threatened with the loss of her share she might just try to
take us down – that’s why the only demand I made on her – besides having
you with me which is worth more than any amount of money – was to get my
‘hush money’ back.” Daddy grinned at me.
“You’re so smart Daddy, you left her scared, but not too scared, I knew
she was faking a lot of that head-hanging, strap-twisting stuff. As long
as she leaves us alone she can go on to become a Junior Partner, continue
with Smarmy Phil and still have her part of the company as a backup” I
said, looking over at Daddy.
“Right honey, the main goal was to get her to leave us alone, to not
rock our boat. Make it more dangerous for her to fuck with us than leave
well enough alone” Daddy said, rocking his hand back and forth emphasizing
the point. “The unknown is that she is still a woman, and a woman that has
had a beautiful young girl walk out the door with her husband – even if the
girl is her daughter and the man is a husband she is not crazy about -
might just become unbalanced and take risks.” Daddy speculated.
“Well, screw her Daddy, there’s nothing you and I can’t handle together.
If she comes after us she’ll be sorry she was born” I said, squeezing
“That’s my brave partner” Daddy said proudly. “But we are going to set
things up so that if she does come after us it won’t be easy” he promised.
We moved to the right lane and turned on to the highway leading into the
little town of Pacifica and Highway 1. The Pacific Ocean appeared on our
right, cobalt blue with wonderful creamy white topped translucent green
waves crashing on the cliffs that defined the edge of the road. It always
made me feel so relaxed to see the ocean, I lowered my window as we slowed
down coming into Pacifica. The smell of the ocean filled the car and the
sound of the waves blended with the music of the Rippington’s that murmured
sweetly from the radio. I just leaned back, stretched my legs out and
closed my eyes and moved into the moment with the rhythm of the music and
the waves. The images of my time in bed with Daddy this afternoon flowed
through my mind, the way we moved together making love blended with sounds
of the ocean and the gentle melody of the music. I could feel myself right
back in my bed with him his weight pressing down on me, absorbing me,
making me one with him. I could relive the whole time, the sounds, the
smells, the way we fit together. After a few minutes, I came out of my
remembering and I sat back up straight and put the window back up and came
back to earth.
“Daddy, you mean so much to me, the way you love me is so special to me.
I was just closing my eyes and feeling you again, feeling you becoming one
with me. I’ll do anything for you and anything to keep us safe together.
Tell me what you think is the right thing to do” I asked, turning in my
seat to face him.
“OK honey. The first thing is that from now on, except when we are
alone, I will always call the bitch Jane and you will refer to her as your
“But, Daddy, I don’t want to ever…”
“I know Amy, you don’t want to honor her by calling her your mother, but
the fact is that biologically she is your mother, and lots of people know
that fact. People will be questioning our relationship enough without
making the break with the bitch common knowledge.” Daddy explained
patiently. “We don’t make any steps forward by calling her names now,
we’ve beat her, we dropped the house on her and we’re off on our own. We
won honey, we won.”
“All right Daddy, but you understand that when I call her ‘Mother’
that’s my code work for ‘dirty rotten bitch’. When we are alone I may
still slip and call her bitch.” I added primly.
“I insist on it sweetie, bitch she was and bitch she is, just play the
part to everyone else. You have to call on all your skills as an actress
Amy. In front of everyone, anytime we are not alone in a room with the
curtains closed and the door shut you have to be my devoted and loving
virgin daughter.” Daddy said with a big grin.
“Why can’t I be your woman Daddy?” I said softly. I felt like he had
devalued our relationship somehow. Made it something that we should be
ashamed of and something that should be hidden. I wanted to sing it from
the roof tops, shout to everyone to look at my man, look at the man that
loves me and is mine!
“I know how you feel Amy, you are proud of our relationship and so am I,
but if your mother is as smart as I think she is, and she wants to get
even, the first thing she will do is hire someone to follow us around and
just wait to get us in a compromising position – that’s what I would do in
her position. One picture of us naked together, kissing deeply, sleeping
in the same bed and she would have the ammunition she needs to neutralize
the journal. She will count on me being over powered by my prick and
acting like a fool – again. As long as you are under eighteen I can still
be put away for statutory rape, or at least damaged in my company. Once we
take the company public and I can put that money away, and you turn
eighteen, I’ll “retire” and we can go anywhere in the world and start our
lives over – as husband and wife if you’ll have me.” Daddy added looking
directly into my eyes.
“My God Daddy! WOULD YOU REALLY MARRY ME?” I screamed, unbuckling my
seat belt and jumping on him. The van swerved for a minute before Daddy
brought it under control again.
“Amy! Get off of me and put your seat belt on!, We’re driving down
Devil’s Slide, this is not the place to get in my lap!” he laughed.
I had never been so shocked in my life, of course I always dreamed of a
life with Daddy, just the two of us together. I had also thought of going
off somewhere on wonderful adventures, but somehow I had never even dreamed
that he would be willing to marry me, or that we could even work out some
way to do that. I must be illegal, well maybe not everywhere I thought, my
mind racing ahead with the possibilities, not if we had new names and new
identities I began to think excitedly, with enough money anything was
possible. I felt like jumping up and down in my seat. Why did he have to
pick this place to announce this idea, marrying him, of course I wanted to
marry him, I wanted to spend my life with him the idiot did he think that I
wanted to spend my life as his daughter, his “virgin” daughter. It made me
smile to remember him saying that a few minutes ago. I wanted his
children, I wanted him forever. I wanted him right now!
“Oh Daddy, dearest Jim, of course I will marry you.” I said happily,
calling him by his name for the first time ever. “Even if we have to wait
ten years, I want to be husband and wife with you. I want to bear your
children and love you forever. I just never thought that you would think
of that, I was just totally flabbergasted.” I said stroking the side of his
face with my fingertips.
“Just remember dearest wife-to-be we must be Daddy and Daughter for the
next two years. After that we turn into Jim and Amy.” he said looking at
me with an adorably serious expression on his face.
Seat belts and Devils’ Slides be damned, I unbuckled and kissed him
wetly on the side of the mouth, dropping my hand down into his crotch and
giving him a quick squeeze (noting happily he was partially hard) before
jumping back into my seat and refastening my seat belt.
“Anything you say Daddy, I’ll reserve ‘Jim’ for those private dark
nights when we are naked and sweaty with the doors and windows locked.” I
said running my tongue over my bottom lip as Daddy watched helplessly, the
bulge in his pants expanding even more. “Wait until I get you alone buddy,
you are going to find out what a hot woman is, that’s a promise” I said
with pretend firmness.
“Come to think of that, you had better call the Hyatt in Monterey and
get us a place to ‘sleep’ tonight” he said emphasizing the word sleep with
I reached up an got the phone off the dashboard. Getting Daddy’s
organizer out of his brief case I found the number for Hyatt Reservations
and placed the call. This felt so familiar, I had been making airline,
hotel and car reservations for him since I was ten. I had loved feeling so
much a part of his life, somehow if I made the reservation I felt closer to
him and missed him less when he was off on travel somewhere.
“Yes, I would like to make a reservation for Mr. James Martin please” I
said when the reservations agent answered, giving her Daddy’s special
member number. “Mr. Martin would like a mini-suite with two bedrooms
please, non-smoking, two guests, one night.” I told the agent. “The other
guest is his daughter, Ms. Amy Martin. They should be arriving between
seven and eight PM” I answered her questions. The agent asked my name for
the record and I told her “My name is Ms. Gale, thank you for your help,
good bye.” I pushed the end button on the phone, watching Daddy out of the
corner of my eye.
“That wouldn’t be Ms. Dorothy Gale, recently of Kansas, the one that
just dropped a house on the Wicked Witch of the West would it?” he asked
“Damn-it Daddy, you’re just too quick, I thought I would stump you for a
few minutes with that one.” I said laughing back, and giving him a swat on
“You handled that perfectly baby, I wanted to see if my warnings had the
correct effect. Now if anyone wants to check where and how we stayed, we
had separate bedrooms and registered openly as father and daughter. Point
to us, none for the bitch.” he said proudly.
I was so glad that I did that right! I wanted Daddy to know that I was
listening to him and that I took the threat from the bitch seriously. I
hadn’t envisioned this being a continuing struggle, I thought when we
walked out of the house it was over, but he was right. The bitch was not
one to give up and if I read that look right when I walked out holding
Daddy’s hand, his concern for the “woman scorned” syndrome was entirely
justified, she would do anything to make us unhappy, to hurt us. Maybe I
just should have hugged the bitch and pretended that I loved her – no that
wouldn’t be true to my warrior, his wife-to-be was not a wimp. If the
bitch wanted a fight, she had met her match with me, I will protect my man
with my dying breath! I vow on my soul that I will never do anything that
will put us in danger from the Evil Queen or her henchmen, but if she comes
at us this time I will take her out forever.
The drive down Highway 1 was quiet and beautiful, the Pacific Ocean was
on our right and all the little towns: Montara, Moss Beach, El Granda, Half
Moon Bay all gleamed in the long rays of the afternoon sun as Daddy and I
shared the coffee from the thermos. Traffic became heavier as we reached
Santa Cruz and swung East to drive the circumference of Monterey Bay down
to Monterey, Carmel and Pebble Beach to the hotel.
It was just about seven-thirty when we pulled up in front of the Hyatt
Monterey. I loved this hotel, we used to stay here a lot when we went back
forth to pick up or drop off Julie or went to visit Uncle Larry and Aunt
We left everything locked in the car except Daddy’s Mac, his briefcase
and the two bags with our stuff for tomorrow. We got checked and went into
the room and sat down on Daddy’s bed so that Daddy could tell me how we
were going to use the rooms.
“OK baby, I want you to put your stuff in your bedroom and your
bathroom. Use it some and leave things in the wastebasket. Use your shower
to get cleaned up for dinner, tomorrow morning we can shower together in my
shower. Untuck your bed, we’ll sleep in mine but just think about if
someone went through your room tomorrow what would you do to convince him
that you really stayed in it all night.” Daddy said sitting on the foot of
his bed with me.
“Gotcha, Sam Spade” I answered. “But before we go to get cleaned up I
want another proposal, one that I can respond to properly.” I added,
kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Later dear heart, after dinner and we are tucked in for the night, in
the dark and private world that we really share.” Daddy said with his
intense look shining out of his blue eyes.
He really made my heart and stomach flutter when he looked at me like
that, I was still not used to him looking at me like that – like a man at a
woman, it was such an intense look. I felt sort of breathless and
incredibly strong and competent at the same time.
“Let’s go eat then, we can shower when we get back” I suggested. I was
starved, this love business was going to make me work out twice as hard if
I was going to be this hungry. “Can we get up early enough to work out
Daddy?” I asked.
“Sure baby, we don’t have to get to Uncle Larry’s until dinner time
anyway, it’s only a five hour drive” he added. “Where should we go for
We looked at each other and both said together, raising our right arms
and slapping hands:
Rappa’s was my special restaurant on the Monterey Wharf. They had
wonderful seafood, the clam chowder was my favorite, it came with a whole
loaf of fresh sour dough bread, hot and crusty. We decided to leave the
van at the hotel, it was safer here with all the stuff in the back than on
the Wharf in a public parking lot. We would take a cab to the restaurant,
the parking was tough on a Sunday night anyway.
Daddy called the bell stand and asked the bell captain to make us
reservations at Rappa’s in about 45 minutes and have a cab out front in
about a half an hour. On hearing the time frame we were dealing with I
immediately bolted into my bedroom, I was glad we decided to wait until
later to shower, I don’t think that Daddy has any idea how long it takes me
to dry my hair after a shower, even using the junior leaf blower. He was
going to have to get used to allowing more time for me. As it was I had
time to change my clothes, brush my teeth and brush out my hair and tie it
back with a new ribbon. I put on only a touch of lip gloss, but I slipped
on a drop dead gorgeous green silk blouse tucked into my snug white jeans.
I left an extra button undone, showing a lot of cleavage in my white lace
demi bra just to see what Daddy would say. Not being one to disappoint me
he noticed it as soon as I walked into his bedroom as he was sitting on the
edge of his bed slipping on his loafers.
“Amy, you have the most beautiful tits that I have ever seen, and your
world class cleavage is something that I have been thinking about since
last night. There are a few things that I have made a ‘vow’ to do with you
concerning that particular area, and I glad you are reminding me of them”
he said, standing up and walking over to me and sliding one hand gently
down inside of my blouse and between my tits, giving the right one a gentle
squeeze inside my bra cup.
It was so strange, no one had ever done that before, I mean just walked
up and put his hand down my blouse like it was the most natural thing in
the world. I would have killed any boy at my school that even reached for
me like that let alone got his hand down my blouse, but it seemed perfectly
natural for Daddy to be doing that to me, I mean I never even flinched. I
loved the way his hand felt sliding on my soft skin, how warm it was as it
reached into my bra and squeezed me. I moved toward him and put my hand
around the back of his neck and pulled his face down to kiss him on the
mouth. After a few seconds he pulled away and slid his hand out, stopping
on the outside and buttoning the button I had left undone.
“Time to leave Amy dearest, back to virgin daughter status, but thanks
for the opportunity for a quick caress, I love to touch you and see you
like that.” Daddy said softly, looking deep into my eyes.
So much for “teasing Daddy”, I got the feeling that he knew exactly what
I was doing, and handled it in that way to give me face and make me feel
like a beautiful woman, instead of a teasing adolescent (which I was
behaving like I had to admit). I was so lucky to have someone like him for
my man! I guess I would drive a person my age crazy – I sure knew that
none of them held any appeal for me! I vowed to try to think like a woman
with a real man for a lover, and not a teenager on a date.
Our table was ready when we arrived at Rappa’s even though they had
started to get crowded. We were seated at one of window tables that looked
out at Monterey Bay. We decided to just have the clam chowder and a salad,
I felt like I was too keyed up to eat a big meal, even though I was hungry.
Daddy ordered a bottle of the Summit Hill Fume Blanc, he thought I might
like the lighter white wine better than the reds. I notice the waiter
looked at my chest out of the corner of his eye and then put two empty wine
glasses down next to Daddy’s place, thereby giving him the option of
“serving a minor” and not hassling me about an ID. He also assured himself
a good tip if I knew my man. The wine was very good, I did like it better
than the cabernet, it went well with the salad and the chowder.
The food was wonderful, as always. It was so nice to be back here,
especially with my handsome Daddy. I was very circumspect though, I never
reached out and touched his hand, or looked at him with my soulful eyes
like I wanted to do. I just pretended we were only Father and Daughter,
having a nice dinner together, talking and laughing about times we had been
here in the past. I was gratified at the looks we got as we left though, I
knew I was looking hot with that blouse and jeans, and the men we passed
seemed to appreciate my looks. I also noticed several of the woman
appraising my Daddy as we walked past – over-the-hill bitches, let them
find their own man! I held my tits out a little more and put a little
swing in my ass as I passed one table with four women at it, they had moved
their staring over to the rude category if you ask me, although Daddy
seemed oblivious to it all as he loosely held my arm.
After we left the restaurant we walked out to the end of the wharf and
stood looking out on Monterey Bay. The moon was up and it was shining a
silver path on the smooth rolling water. There was a light breeze that
ruffled my hair and we could smell the ocean and the good smells of the
restaurants out on the wharf. I really wanted to hold his hand, but I
resisted – Virgin Daughter – I kept reminding myself. On the way back down
the wharf Daddy asked me to wait outside a shop while got us a “surprise”
for later. I figured it must be food, I thought maybe we could sit in bed
together totally naked and have some sinfully rich dessert and lick
chocolate off of each other, a thought that made me suddenly feel quite
warm in the crotch of my snug jeans.
When we got back to the room Daddy asked me how long it would take me to
shower and dry my hair and come back into the living room between our
” I can be back. looking drop dead beautiful, in forty-five minutes if
I move quickly, most of the time is drying my hair” I explained.
“OK” he said. “I’ll meet you right here true love, in forty-five
minutes.” He added, reaching down to kiss me lightly on my lips.
I showered, washed my hair and conditioned it. It did take all of
thirty minutes to get it dry and brushed out. I tried something a little
different with it, tying it back, but also partially up on my head, I
thought that Daddy might like untying my ribbon and seeing my hair fall
down my back. I put some perfume in strategic places and walked naked back
to the door from my bedroom to the living room. The door was closed, as
per Daddy’s instructions and I knocked softly on it before I opened it. I
heard Daddy tell me to come in so I opened the door and walked though it
into the living room.
Daddy was standing in the center of the room wearing a white terry robe
and holding some sort of bottle in his hands. He gestured to me to follow
him into his bedroom, so I crossed over the living room behind him and went
into the larger of the two bedrooms.
The bedspread, covers and top sheet were pulled back on Daddy’s bed and
two large bath towels were laid end to end on the bed. A candle burned on
each night table, and I heard one of my CDs playing on his computer. It
was Celtic Twilight, one of my favorites, Daddy must have rooted through my
CD wallet in the car and found it while I was drying my hair.
“Stretch out on the bed Amy honey, lay down right on top of the towels,
I’m going to give you a massage, you deserve it after such a hard
twenty-four hours. Also I want to teach you how to massage me, and there
is no better way to learn to give a massage than have someone give you one.
Also I can’t think of a better way for me to really learn about this
beautiful young body of yours.” He said, watching me stretch out on the
“Like this Daddy?” I said with mock innocence, stretching out on my
back, thrusting my tits high and placing the tip of one fingernail in my
mouth, my hips wiggling slightly.
“No baby, that’s for later, you know what I mean, over on your tummy”
Daddy grinned. “God, you are delectable though” he added, appreciating the
show as I slowly rolled over in his direction and lay on my front.
Daddy knelt by the side of the bed, moved my hair to the sides of the
pillow – I was thinking that I was glad I had put my hair partially up and
out of his way – and opened the bottle of massage oil, pouring a small
amount into a water glass and holding it carefully over the candle, warming
the oil and releasing the sweet smell of vanilla. My Daddy was so sweet!
That stop he made was to buy the candles and vanilla massage oil for me.
This was the treat he was talking about! After he finished massaging me I
was going to make him very happy! After the oil heated he poured a couple
teaspoons into the hollow of my back, right above where my ass started. It
felt so nice and warm, I closed my eyes and began to tune into the music
and the smell of the vanilla and drift away. He took a few drops of the
oil on his fingers and dripped it on my shoulders. I then felt his big
strong hands begin to rub the oil into the tops of my shoulders, squeezing
and loosening the muscles. Occasionally getting more oil from the place on
my lower back he continued to massage the muscles in my shoulders and the
top of my back. It felt so wonderful! Just the idea that I was the total
concentration of his attention, that he was connecting completely with me
through his hands made me feel so comforted and so loved. My whole world
focused down to the music, the smell of the oil and my Daddy’s hands and
fingers as he touched and rubbed my body. I was totally into receiving,
there was no response required of me, I didn’t have to think, to respond;
just be, just feel, just enjoy the sounds, the smells and touch of this man
I had loved so dearly my whole life.
I felt myself begin to really relax as he moved his hands down massaging
my lower back, I felt like I was sinking right into the bed. I hadn’t
realized how tense I had been until I began to feel the tension leave and
the relaxation begin to seep through my body and wash over my mind. He
dripped some warm oil on my ass cheeks and began to knead them with his
strong hands. It felt so good! His hands were so big and he kneaded the
muscles gently but persistently, making them relax more and more. He
softly spread my legs as he began working on my thighs. He was using both
hands on each thigh, the muscles were so hard he spent a lot of time with
them, using the heels of his hands and his thumbs to force the muscles to
relax. I felt him pause and heat more oil, he was probably also resting
his hands. I had rubbed those muscles in the backs of my thighs before,
and they were usually like iron. As he moved down to the backs of my knees
and my calves he moved a hand back to each leg and began rubbing in a more
smoothing way then when he was pushing so hard into my strong thighs
muscles. When he reached my feet he spent a lot of time on the soles,
rubbing various places deeply with his thumb. It felt wonderful and caused
me to have some very strange feeling in parts of my body that I had always
thought were totally unconnected to my feet. His hands slid up the backs
of my legs, over my ass cheeks and up to my shoulders, rubbing gently on my
neck and the tops of my shoulders again. He picked up my right arm and
held it out with one hand while rubbed the muscles in my biceps. Moving
down to entwine his hand with mine began massaging my fingers. It felt so
nice, comforting but strangely erotic to have his slippery hand twisting
through mine, feel my finger tips being touched by his fingers and rubbed
by his thumb. He repeated the same massage with my left arm and hand.
Then placing my arms at my sides leaned down and whispered softly into my
“Roll over on your back dearest Amy, keep your eyes closed no matter
what and stay still and let Daddy massage your front now.”
Keeping my eyes closed I rolled over on to my back with my arms
stretched out down my sides and my legs slightly parted. I felt proud to
lay like this, totally open and on display and let Daddy look at me. I
knew how beautiful he thought I was and in some way I felt like doing this,
exposing my body completely and staying passive and letting him be in total
control of me, was a way of thanking him for my massage so far. Daddy put
his hands gently on each side of my face. He rubbed my forehead with his
thumbs and down to my temples with his finger tips, it felt wonderful. His
hand slid down to my cheeks and jaw muscles. I felt the warmth of his
hands very clearly on the sensitive skin of my face and I could smell the
aromatic vanilla oil strongly as his fingers rubbed across my lips. The
way he was rubbing on the top and bottom of my lips was relaxing and
stimulating at the same time. It was very erotic to have him touching me
like that, softly with just his finger tips. He moved down to my neck and
the tops of my shoulders in the front, increasing the pressure of his
massage as he started working on these larger muscles. I was feeling warm
all over, a sort of total blush feeling, I guessed it was caused by the
blood coming to my skin from the massage, I didn’t really know why, I had
never had a massage before and this was a new experience, but one I was
loving a lot. His hands moved down my sides, rubbing the muscles on the
sides of my breasts. He stopped for a minute and then I felt a few drops
of warm oil fall onto my right nipple. Then I felt his strong and powerful
hands come together to close on my right breast, his thumbs picking up the
oil from my nipple. As he rubbed my breast back and forth between his
large strong hands, I felt my nipple begin to harden, when he reached up
and began rubbing the nipple firmly between two of his oily fingers I
thought it would explode it got so hard. I felt my clit start to erect and
my inner pussy lips began to relax and open slightly. He moved his hands
over my left breast and began to rub it the same way, first putting a few
drops of oil on my left nipple. When he began rubbing the left nipple
between his finger tips it was all I could do to keep my hands from moving
down between my legs. My body was feeling totally relaxed except for my
nipples and my clit, those three places seemed to be hard and throbbing as
though they were on fire.
Daddy moved his hands off my breasts and began rubbing on my stomach and
ribs. As his hands massaged lower down towards my hips I began to move my
hips ever so slightly on the bed, I tried not to, but I just couldn’t stay
completely still, I wanted him to touch my clit and my pussy lips so bad!
Just put his hand on me and rub where it “itched.” It was like I was
willing him with my mind to move his hands towards the center of my body
and touch me there! But his moved his hands down over my hip bones and to
the tops of my thighs where he again put both hands on my right thigh and
began deeply massaging the strong thigh muscles with the heels of his hands
and his thumbs. When he was satisfied with the tone of right thigh he
stopped for a second to get some more oil on his hands, and brought them
across my body to my left thigh. As his hands passed over my pussy a
couple of drops of oil must have fallen off his hand accidentally and it
landed right at the top of my clit! I barely remember his massage of my
left thigh because of what the oil was doing to my clit. At first it just
felt warm and soothing, but as it sat there I guess my body heat made the
oil thin out because it began running very slowly down the sides of my hard
clit and pooled up around the bottom. The slowly moving oil felt like
someone was licking me with a very light tongue, it tickled but more than
that it felt exquisitely stimulating. I was totally focused on my clit and
the feeling of the oil slowly running down both sides of it. I was trying
desperately to hold still and not grab Daddy’s hand and put it on me.
After a few minutes the warm oil started to move slowly down my slit from
my clit towards the bottom on my slit and the small inner lips that
surrounded my opening. My God! This was wonderful but I didn’t think I
could stand it. I was going to have to rub myself, rub that itch that the
oil was creating in my pussy. Daddy had finished my left thigh and was
moving a hand down each leg onto the front of my calves. Was the man
crazy? Here I was lying there, going out of my mind, a drop of warm oil
moving down my pussy and he was just going about his massage as though
nothing had happened!
I became aware of a faint noise in the background, sort of subtly
blending in with the music, I tried to identify it and suddenly I realized
that it was me! I was moaning softly in my throat as the warm oil reached
the top of my soft inner lips and spread on both sides, moving down between
my lips towards the opening to my pussy. My hips were moving more strongly
now, I couldn’t help it, I really couldn’t! I didn’t have control of the
movement. It was the first time in my life I could remember my body doing
something that I couldn’t control – I was on fire on my nipples and between
my legs and I had to move! Daddy stopped massaging me and I heard a sound
sort of like the lid coming off of a container.
“Keep you eyes closed dearest Amy, Daddy is going to help you” I heard
Daddy whisper. It seemed as though he was speaking to me from a long ways
away. I was totally consumed by the feelings in my nipples and my pussy,
the oil had completed its long, slow journey and was joining with the
juices already pooling in my desperate opening. I had never known a
physical feeling that intense! I felt like I was going to explode if
someone didn’t touch me, rub me, stuff me full, do something to my body
Suddenly I felt an intense sensation touch each of my nipples. After a
few seconds I could tell it was something very cold, a hard cold pressure
pressing on each nipple, rubbing smoothly around the top of the nipple,
surrounding it with an intense feeling. I wouldn’t have believed it
possible but they got even harder than they were before! How was he doing
that, from the warm oil to the intense cold. I began to moan loudly now
and twist my hips on the towel, I was beyond controlling it, I was beyond
being embarrassed, I just was beyond any sort of thinking now. My hands
were grabbing the sheet on each side of the towels, pulling on it as my
hips ground in circles as my knees raised and my feet pushed on the bed, my
thighs spreading open. I heard loud moaning and groaning noises coming
from my throat. The cold hardness suddenly shifted from my nipples to my
clit and to my anus. The hard coldness rubbed in circles on my two most
sensitive areas – it driving me out of my mind. Dear God! What was that?
What was he doing? I was going to lose my mind! The sensation of the
moving cold in those two spots together was the most intense feeling of my
life! I moaned real loud, almost a shout, tears squeezed out of my closed
eyes and ran down the side of my face as I moaned. I felt the cold stop
and Daddy’s hot, open lips come down on mine. That was like a trigger
setting me off. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into me,
driving my tongue deep into his mouth, trying to say words to him but they
just came out as incoherent sounds. My left hand was on his back tugging -
trying desperately to pull him on to me. Anything to get something to
press on my pussy and nipples, anything to fill me, to rub inside and
outside of me, anything to finish the climax that was building in me
Then, all of a sudden Daddy was on top of me, finally, he was pressing
his weight down on me, spreading my legs open with his body. I could feel
the hair on his chest rub against my swollen nipples as he slid up on me. I
reached down for his hard prick to pull him into me, to fill me and rub the
terrible itch up inside of me, but he had all ready put the head into my
wet pussy and with a tremendous shove he drove his big hard prick all the
way up inside of me with a single stroke. As I felt him push all the way
in I could feel his rough pubic hair on my swollen clit, as he rubbed
against it, I was so sensitive it felt like sandpaper. I opened my eyes
and his face filled my world, his blue eyes were huge and filled with
intensity. Focusing deep into his eyes I immediately went into the
contractions of my orgasm – pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse – I grabbed him
around the back with my arms pulling him down into my large firm tits, my
legs raised and wrapped around his hips. I buried my mouth against his
neck and faintly in the background, muffled by his body, I heard my voice
letting out a high pitched scream. As my orgasm finished my mouth panted
against his skin, trying to get my breath back when I felt him still
thrusting hard against me and saying my name over and over into my ear, and
suddenly I was back in to the building up – pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse – I
was cumming again, I couldn’t get my breath, my head was spinning, just as
my contractions started to slow down I felt Daddy start to cum deep inside
of me, his prick swelling and his hot cum squirting against my cervix and
into my womb, in middle of my orgasm I started to contract again, PULSE,
PULSE, PULSE, PULSE, PULSE the contracting was so strong I just lost all
time and place, I was no where, the bed spun dizzily and the light behind
my eyes turned gray then brown – OH DADDY I murmured into his neck
breathlessly – and then everything was black and gone.
The next thing I remember was Daddy lying on top of me, propped up on
his elbows looking down into my face as I opened my eyes. I had passed
out! He had fucked me so hard that I had passed out in the middle of my
orgasm!! He smiled at me and reached down with his mouth and kissed me
gently opening my lips with his tongue and slipping it into my mouth. As I
raised my arms to hug him down into my tits I realized that I was tightly
contracted around his prick, I was squeezing it as hard as I could with my
pussy muscles. I relaxed the muscles and Daddy sighed and slowly slid his
still hard prick out of me with a satisfied groan, then rolled off of me to
the left and lay on the bed next to me.
I turned my head to the left and saw Daddy lying next to me, his head
turned to the right only a few inches from mine. His blue eyes were
smiling, and there was a gently tugging up on the corners of his mouth.
“Well Amy dearest, now, will you marry me?” he asked. “Was that a good
enough proposal?” he said, his smile spreading even broader.
“Marry you?” I whispered in a weak quavering voice, “Jim, I’ll worship
at your feet, the way you make me feel I will follow you over broken glass
on my hands and knees for the rest of my life” I finished reverently. If
this was what good sex was like why the hell did people ever do anything
“Just tell me that you love me and that you want to spend your life with
me Amy, that all I want. I want you on your feet, standing along side of
me, by my side as we take on the world – together.” he said firmly, stoking
my hair with his fingers.
“Yes Jim, I will marry you and be your true love and walk by your side
through the rest of our lifetime here and in our future lives, for all
eternity.” I said placing my hand softly on the side of his cheek and
kissing him gently on his mouth.
Daddy looked loving at me and whispered, “Then I guess we are married in
all important ways my love. Married for all time and in all space.”
He smiled again and said in a more normal tone “I did really enjoy our
lovemaking dearest Amy, you are incredible, when you passed out in the
middle of your third orgasm you squeezed my prick in your pussy so tightly
that I literally couldn’t pull it out. I figured if you didn’t come back
to the world pretty quickly I might have to reach down alongside of the bed
and pour cold water from the ice bucket on you to get loose” he laughed,
reaching down and gently pinching my pussy lips.
“Is that what you touched me with at the end, pieces of ice?” I said
“Yes honey, I put the ice bucket down by the side of the bed, and at the
right time I took two pieces and touched you with them. Did you like it?”
he asked, his smile getting bigger.
“God, Jim you know how I felt about the way you turned me on, that drop
of warm oil on my clit was almost more than I could take, then the ice – I
thought I might lose my mind!” I replied, a smile starting to spread on my
face as well.
I moved over to him and lay with the top of my head tucked under his
chin and my arm stretched over his broad chest. He put his arm around my
back and held me close. I lay there for a few minutes, just listening to
his heart beat and feeling the hair on his chest as it pressed against my
cheek and under my hand as I rubbed the other side of his chest. He was so
hard and so strong, his skin felt much different than mine or other girls
that I hugged or touched. I was stuck again at how big he is, I was used
to hugging girls (like Julie) over the last three years. But to lay like
this with a grown man – I couldn’t help but marvel at his size relative to
me, my arm wouldn’t even stretch completely across his chest. I felt so
warm and comforted – so protected. I wasn’t thinking too clearly yet, but
the one thought that kept passing though my mind was that I just want him
to never move, just to stay here, touching me and holding me; letting me
feel him and smell the scent of him as my face pressed against his body. I
began to feel so warm and so light, like I was floating…
I felt warm lips touch mine, I kissed the lips back and opened my eyes,
it was morning, the sun was streaming through a crack in the curtains and
making a broad stripe of light across the bed and the wall. I was laying
on my back and Daddy was next to me lying on his side facing me, propped up
on one elbow.
“Good morning my dearest Amy.” Daddy said softly, kissing me again.
“Good morning my dearest Jim.” I answered, with a feeling of awe. Was I
really here, it wasn’t a dream, his words to me last night came flooding
into my mind, Daddy and I were pledged, linked with a sacred vow. As I
stretched my legs out I remembered the sex we had last night, I felt so
relaxed that I wasn’t sure that there were any bones left in my body. I
felt like if I tried to stand up I might just collapse on the floor in a
“My God Daddy!” I said rolling over on my left side and looking into his
eyes. “Did you really do that to me last night? I mean did you really
fuck me until I passed out? I mean did I really pass out or faint or
something? I can remember the warm oil massage and then the oil was on my
nipples and on my clit and then the cold ice and then you filled me up with
your hard prick and then I started climaxing and I couldn’t breathe and
then things turning gray and then brown and the bed started spinning and
then nothing until now. Are we really married?” I said feeling confused.
“Just like a woman, the really important question in the list is always
the last one.” Daddy laughed. “Yes dearest we are married in all the ways
that matter, at least to me.” He said, kissing me again sweetly.
“Answering your other question, well you had a world class orgasm, or a
should say series of orgasms. I have never been with a woman who came
harder than you did last night, and certainly never one that passed out
right in the middle of her third orgasm, and while I was in the middle of
the most memorable orgasm of my life.” Daddy added with a rueful
I sat up and reached out for him, placing my hand on his cheek. “Oh,
Daddy I’m sorry, did I ruin it for you? I mean my passing out like that?”
I asked with a quaver in my voice, I hoped I didn’t ruin it for him, after
he made it so wonderful for me!
“Baby, that was the greatest gift you could have given me.” He answered
sincerely. “I have never had a woman enjoy my lovemaking so much that she
lost consciousness. And at the end when you passed out your pussy muscles
grabbed my prick so tight that I was afraid to pull out, I might have left
parts of myself still attached in you.” he said with a grin. “How did you
do that anyway? You were totally passed out but there was no way I was
going to pull out of you until you woke up and let me go.” He added, taking
the hand on his face in his and squeezing it.
“Let’s just say I want to keep my man around until I decide to let him
go.” I said archly. I was just as confused as Daddy, I couldn’t remember
anything after the bed spinning until he asked me to marry him again, and
then all I could remember was telling him yes and then laying my head down
on his chest and then it was morning. But if he enjoyed the death grip my
pussy had on him I was going to take credit for it!
“You know Amy honey, living with Jane wasn’t the most sexually
stimulating situation a man could find himself in, and after you were born
she lost interest in sex with me almost completely. Of course now we know
that she found a different outlet for her sex drive, but at the time I
thought she was faithful to me too and had just given up sex.” Daddy said.
“So my ego took a pretty good hit in the sex department, I figured that
maybe it was something with me that made her lose interest I had had
several partners in college and they all seemed to enjoy our mutual
experiences, but I thought probably that part of my life was over. When
you and I first made love – My God was it only night before last! – I
thought, well it was a first time for you, and you were so beautiful and so
loving and I was incredibly horny – well let’s just say that last night
answered a whole slew of questions for me. This morning I feel about ten
feet tall and able to take on a grizzly with my bare hands.” he said
proudly looking into my eyes.
“Oh Daddy – Jim – , you are all the man I would ever want – or for sure
be able to handle! The way you made me feel, well I don’t have any other
first hand experience, but based on everything that I have read, seen in
the movies, or heard any of the girls say that was some pretty remarkable
sex.” I said reaching down and rubbing the hair on his chest. His gaze
fell from my face to my chest as I leaned over and touched him. I realized
that when I sat up so quickly a minute ago the sheet had stayed bunched
around my lap. I looked down and saw my tits sticking straight out with
hard nipples on the end in broad daylight, in fact with a bright stripe of
sun across them like a spotlight! I started to reach down to pull the
sheet up, then remembered, I didn’t have to do that, it was OK for him to
see me like this, I was his woman. So instead of following my first
instinct to cover up I decided to relax and enjoy the attention.
“See anything you like sailor?” I joked, tugging gently on a tuft of his
“You know Amy, I just have to say this, you have the biggest tits,
sticking out the straightest I have ever seen in my life.” Daddy said with
a laugh. “It is almost impossible for me not to stare at them, I’m sorry,
I know it’s rude, but I just can’t help it, I really can’t” he said
earnestly looking back to my face.
“Daddy, I like you to look, no, make that I love you to look at my tits
and any other part of my body. I’m your woman and you’re my man. My body
is yours – especially after last night. I’m starting to remember saying
something like I would follow you anywhere on my hands and knees after the
pleasure you brought me.” I said, a flood of memory coming back to me about
last night, and my face starting to turn red. “Anytime you want to stare,
look or touch, go ahead I love it.” I said sincerely, diverting his
attention from my blushing face. “Here,” I said, picking up his hand and
putting it under my left tit and moving it up and down, sort of bouncing
it. “Do you like that Daddy?” I said softly, “I love to do that with them,
I love to feel how heavy and full they are” I confessed. “I had to stop
showering after PE in school because the girls gave me so much grief in the
shower, trying to pinch them and lift them up to see if I had had a boob
job! They really pissed me off, I finally went to the PE teacher and she
had me do the end of semester qual test and I scored in the top one percent
so she gave a study hall for the whole semester so I didn’t have to dress
out for PE – sometimes the girls are worse than the boys, at least boys
have a good reason to be interested!” I added in an exasperated tone.
“Well there is something about your tits that brings out the adolescent
even in me.” he said, grinning and leaning forward to briefly put his teeth
on my nipple. He pulled back and said “Come on, you beautiful, big titted
broad, time to work out before I get carried away and fuck you till you
pass out again!” He sprang out of bed and headed for his bathroom.
I jumped up as well, but before I left the room I looked down at the bed
to see if there was a wet spot from last night that we should worry about.
Amazingly enough there wasn’t one, and the towels were gone too I noticed
looking under the sheets. I felt between my legs, no residue, not even
anything sticky or dried on me.
“Daddy” I called out walking towards his bathroom, “what happened to the
towels and did I leave any evidence in the bed last night?”
Daddy stuck his head out of the bathroom door, toothpaste on his mouth
and his toothbrush in his hand. “I picked up the towels after you went to
sleep dear and I have them here in the bathroom, we’ll take them to the
exercise room this morning and leave them in the towel basket and come back
with two clean ones to leave here. I also got a warm wash cloth and
cleaned you up as well so you wouldn’t leave a spot on the sheet – I really
enjoyed that part.” he added with a wink.
“You mean that you washed my pussy with warm water and got all of your
sperm out of me and I never even woke up?” I said incredulously.
“All you did was moan sweetly dear, that and wiggle your ass a bit.” he
said, “I guess you liked it.” he added with a toothpaste grin.
“I can’t believe it, God I must really have been out of it, I can’t
imagine that someone could touch me like that and I wouldn’t have been
instantly awake!” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “I’ll have to
watch you mister, you could take advantage of a girl!” I laughed, pointing
a finger at him.
“Only every chance I get!” he retorted an drawing his head back into the
bathroom and noisily resuming his tooth brushing.
I walked across the living room through my bedroom, heading into my
bathroom, still thinking about how I could have slept through all of that.
I must really have been knocked out I thought. That plus the fact that I
really trusted him, so I was feeling completely safe. The memory of how
wonderful it felt just to lay my head on his chest and drift off into that
warm place came back to me and I smiled, re-experiencing for a minute the
feelings of the golden waves of sleep as they had washed over me.
In the bathroom I peed and then washed my hands and scrubbed my face
with my special face scrub that Julie and I had found two summers ago in
Santa Barbara. Julie and I had decided that one reason so many teen age
girls had acne was that they exercised with dirty faces and the sweat just
naturally washed the dirt into their pores and caused pimples. Whether our
theory was true or not, neither Julie or I had never had a pimple on our
face – or any other place for that matter. I brushed my teeth and went out
into the bedroom to find my workout clothes. I put on my panties from
yesterday, and slipped on my gray cotton UC running shorts. I dug around
all through my suitcase and finally found my matching gray sports halter
stuck down inside my big purse, God! I thought I had forgotten it in my
bathroom at the house, but I finally remembered snagging it on my final
walk through before we left and just stuffing in my purse. Boy, anything
still there was lost now, I was so grateful to Daddy for taking the time
and effort to load all my stuff in the van. I was beginning to understand
how smart and perceptive he was when it came to planning things. I was
glad I was on his side, the bitch was smart, no doubt about that, but she
wasn’t in Daddy’s league, nor I hoped fervently, mine! I put on a loose
Big Dog white tee shirt in case the workout room was full of droolers then
I pulled on some gray ankle socks and put on my green and white Nike
cross-trainers and tied them tight. I put my hair up in a high pony tail,
trying it with a dark green ribbon to keep it out of the way Then I
finished my outfit with a dark green sweatband around my forehead, the
green headband matching the green stripe on the top of my shoes and my
ribbon. No sense looking dowdy just because you were going to get sweaty,
particularly not in front of your man. I dug my jogging watch out of my
purse and went into Daddy’s bedroom to see if he was ready. He was sitting
on the edge of the chair tying his old Brooks running shoes. He had on his
red shorts and that same old Bay to Breakers 12K Run tee shirt that he had
been jogging in for as long as I knew him.
“Damn Daddy, are those the same old Brooks you had before you left? I
would have thought you would have worn them out by now.” I laughed.
“Well, I have had them resoled twice” he replied “but since they stopped
making this style I haven’t been able to find any that feel this good.”
“I sure remember them, I used to look at them every morning when you
came to wake me up. Did you know that the last six months or so I was
touching myself almost every morning after you left my room?” I added with
a little blush.
“When you acted out your fantasy for me before we left the house I got
the idea that you had been thinking about sex with me a lot more that I
ever guessed, at least at a conscious level” he said, looking at me but
lost in remembering.
I guess he was thinking about all the trouble that he went though to
look at me secretly, if he had walked into my room one morning and asked me
to strip for him and let him play with me I probably would have jumped at
the chance. Well honestly, maybe not, looking back to that time. I was
pretty shaky about how I looked and why would a real man even want anything
to do with a dopey little thirteen year old. I’m sure glad I was wrong,
even if he did wait until I was sixteen.
“Come sit down beside me for a minute baby, I want to explain something
to you” he said patting the bed next to him.
I walked over and sat down, “What is it Daddy, are we in trouble?” I
asked, seeing the serious look on his face.
“No Amy, I don’t think so, but here’s what I want us to do. When we go
out of the room we’ll both leave by the living room door, lock the door to
your bedroom from the inside but don’t put the chain on it. If Jane has
someone on us already, this would be the ideal time for them to look
through our rooms; she knows you and I both run in the mornings and a
snooper would have at least a half an hour undisturbed.” he explained,
holding my hand and looking into my eyes seriously.
“Then we should fix up the rooms in Virgin Daughter status before we
leave, right honey?” I suggested squeezing his hand.
“Absolutely, you take the pillow you slept on last night from my bed and
put it on yours and bring me back one of your unused ones” he said, walking
into the living room to arrange things appropriately.
After we had the rooms arranged correctly Daddy show me how he was
inserting a small triangle of paper in the bottom the lowest hinge on the
inside of our bedroom doors. He told me that this was the best place to
put a “tell tale” since when it fell to the floor when the door was opened
it wouldn’t draw any attention like it might if it was on a top or middle
hinge or the top of the door.
“When we get outside of the living room door stop for a minute and bend
down like you are tying your shoe, turn toward the door with your back
facing the hall. While you are down take this tell tale I’m sliding under
your shoe laces and put it in the bottom of the crack between the door and
the jam, like this” he instructed. He had me practice a few times on my
door from the bedroom to the living room. “OK” he said, getting his key
and putting it in his shorts pocket and putting “let’s get our
incriminating towels and go to the exercise room.”
They had a nice workout room here, I had used it before and I always
liked that it was mostly empty. There is a great golf course here at the
Hyatt Monterey (Daddy says its the oldest west of the Mississippi) and I
guess that golfers aren’t big on stairmasters and rowing machines. Daddy
dropped our suspicious towels in the dirty towel box, and got us two clean
ones off the stack. I mainly used the rowing machine, concentrating on my
shoulders and upper body – got to keep those tits up I kept reminding
myself, Daddy loves them, as sweat began to darken the middle of my halter
top. I finished up with ten minutes on the stairmaster to work on my butt
and upper thighs, it also warmed up my legs for our run. Daddy stayed
mostly on the weight machine, doing curls and butterflies as well as some
impressive overhead lat pull downs with an amazing amount of weight. I was
entertaining myself on the stairmaster by watching Daddy on the weight
machine. We were the only ones in the room so he had taken off his tee
shirt to workout. I really liked to see the big muscles in his pectorals
and shoulders as he pulled the bar down from over his head. He was so
gorgeous! This was not any computer nerd! His stomach was flat as a board
and his chest definition was great. The patch of blond hair spreading
across his chest was matted with sweat and I had the hardest time not
jumping on him. I had a overwhelming urge to take off my top and rub my
sweaty tits on that patch of hair. I felt my nipples get hard at the
thought – control yourself Amy I told myself! Later at the beach house you
can indulge your fantasies, not now. I began to step higher and faster to
drive out the sexy images that kept filling my head. God! he was such a
hottie, and he was all mine! That was the best part, he really was all
mine – finally and forever!
As we rested for a minute we each drank a bottle of water, then did some
gentle floor stretching. Since we were alone in the workout facility Daddy
went over some simple hand movements that we could use to let the other
know something was happening. When either of us held up two fingers in a V
or made that gesture along side of our leg it meant go into our “Virgin
Daughter” routine. Touching an ear or pulling on an ear lobe meant someone
was listening to us, rubbing or touching an eye meant someone was watching,
rubbing the back your neck or scratching the back of your head meant we
were being followed. This was getting very exciting to me, a real
adventure, and with my Daddy! When we finished all of the signs we walked
over to the start of the running path that surrounded the golf course. It
was a great place to run, the path was dirt and cinder, very easy on the
ankles and knees, plus it had wonderful plants and bushes along the edges
of it, it was very private. I started my watch and we took off at easy
pace. I knew that I ran about a minute a mile faster than Daddy, but I
matched his pace this morning, I was in no hurry and today I’d rather be
running along side of him then running for an Olympic gold. We didn’t talk
on our run, just enjoyed the pretty morning and being together. I knew
that Daddy used his jogs to work out things in his mind, he always said
that when he started to run his mental processes increased two fold.
Problems that seemed insurmountable at the start were usually solved before
When we finished the three miles (I held it down to twenty-two and a
half for the three miles by getting him to put on a little kick in the last
mile) we went by the workout room and got another bottle of water, picked
up my tee shirt and took the two fresh towels back to our room so the
number would be right.
When we walked up to our door Daddy bent down to get the newspaper that
the hotel had left outside the room. As he did he looked up at me out of
the corner of his eye and very slightly nodded his head. When he stood up
to unlock the door he held the paper so that his first two fingers of that
hand formed a V shape on the outside of the paper. That was our silent
code to go into our “Virgin Daughter” act. Obviously the tell tale was on
the floor, not stuck in the door jamb, indicating that someone had come
into the room while we were gone. I felt goosebumps raise on my skin, and
my heart started beating faster. This wasn’t just a game any more, this
suddenly might be for real.
Daddy slid the key card into the slot and opened the door when the green
light in the lock came on. He pushed past me and moved into the room
first, I moved in behind him, holding the door slightly open until we could
see the room was empty. Daddy subtly motioned me to stay by the door as he
walked through the open door into his bedroom. I waited by the door, my
heart beating in my chest so hard I was sure someone would be able to hear
it in the next room, I heard the water running in his bathroom. Daddy
walked out of his room, a glass of water in his hand.
“Do you have any aspirin Amy, my knee is hurting a little” he asked,
moving his head slightly in a “yes” gesture.
“Sure Daddy, they’re in my bathroom, do you want me to get you some?” I
“No thanks honey, you stay here I’ll get them.” he said, moving into my
room though the connecting door, his meaning of his word “stay here” clear
in my mind. I few minutes later he walked back into the main living room
and said “Thanks, honey. Why don’t you shower now and I will order us a
light breakfast, it will probably be here in about forty-five minutes. Be
sure to lock your connecting door when you get into the shower so that you
aren’t disturbed” he said, “room service will come in through the main door
and set up the breakfast here on the dining table.”
“OK Daddy, that should be enough time – even with drying my hair” I said
feeling self-conscious. I didn’t like the idea that someone might be
listening to every word we said, it was so intrusive, I felt like a bug
under glass – I hated it! Even worse, someone might be watching us on
video at this moment. There was no way I was going to take off anything
until I got in the bathroom and locked that door too. The clothes I was
planning to wear were going in there with me and I wasn’t coming out of the
bathroom until I was fully dressed. I wasn’t letting some old fart get his
jollies looking at my naked body, that was for sure!
“When I get out of the shower and get dressed honey I am going down to
the lobby to get a fax that Uncle Larry was going to send up this morning,
I’ll knock on your door when I get back.” he said, heading into his room
and shutting the door.
I went into my room and locked the connecting door, and put the chain on
the hall door as well. I picked out my clothes to wear to Santa Barbara
and walked into the bathroom. I look around for somewhere to put my
clothes down and realized that this was not going to work, it was too small
and it was going to get too steamy in there, my shirt would be a wreck at
the least. So I took my clothes back out and laid them on the bed and
picked up the hotel robe and took that in instead. Damn this was a pain in
the ass! The adventure was getting a bit old as it became inconvenient – I
guess that was the difference between living something in your mind and
living it in reality.
I finished my shower and got dried off in the steamy bathroom. I was
glad my pants and shirt and underwear weren’t in here they would be like
terminally soggy, nothing like putting on panties and a bra that were damp!
I put on my robe and went out to get my underwear from the bedroom. I went
over to the door to the living room and listened, but I couldn’t hear any
activity. I picked my bra and panties and went back into the bathroom,
locking the door behind me again. I took off my robe and put the underwear
on, then put the robe back on. I got out my hair dryer and started the job
of drying my hair. This was the only time when I envied Julie. Her white
blond hair was so fine that she had to have it cut in a layered shag, it
just had like zero body. It looked cute on her, she was so fair, also she
could just let it dry naturally in about five minutes. When we were
together in the summers she didn’t even get into the shower until 30
minutes after I got out. She always got to sleep in while I was getting
ready, but then I guess things evened out; she didn’t have my tits, or my
Daddy I thought smugly.
I went out in my robe and underwear (feeling more secure for some reason
with panties and a bra on under the robe) to get my pants and shirt when I
heard a knock on the connecting door. I went over to it and I heard Daddy
call me from the other side. I opened the door and he was standing there
with a Sony mini-disk player in his hand. I looked questioningly at it and
“I just went out and got my mini-disk player out of van, I guess I
should have brought it in last night, I just forgot.” he said with a small
quick wink. He reached into a small box he was holding and took out a
mini-disk and put it in the player. He put the player down on the table
and pushed the play and stop button together.
The red light on the top of the mini-disk player lit and I could hear
the disk access. I waited for the music but nothing came out of it even
though I could see the disk spinning through the little window on the top.
In about two minutes it stopped spinning and a green light on the front
panel came on.
“It’s OK now Amy, no audio or video bugs in our rooms, our telephones,
or within at least one hundred and fifty feet of us.” Daddy said taking the
disk out of the player.
“What is that thing Daddy? I looks like a mini-disk player but
obviously it is a lot more than that. Where did you get it?” I asked
“I got it from Marv, you remember him, he was my friend at UC and then
he went to work for the government for 10 years and now is in LA” Daddy
“Is he the one I met that time in La Jolla, the one who was the spook?”
“Well he worked for the CIA, but as a tech, not a field agent. He was
probably the best electronics person they had, but he knew that there was
no long-term career with the government if you were any good. So he quit
and opened a private electronic security company in LA. He has about
twenty-five really big corporations as clients and won’t take anyone else.
He builds all of his own equipment and it is beyond state-of-the-art. He
won’t sell any of it to anyone for any price. He occasionally does stuff
for me as a favor because I got him through his first computer course at
UC, and also because when he quit the agency I lent him the money to open
his business – which by the way he paid back in less than six months. I
called him last night after you went to sleep and told him I had a problem
with possible industrial snooping because we are planning to go public -
which is the truth if you think about Jane’s main motivation for all this.
He sent this device up by courier to me so I would have it this morning.
He also is going to wait a day or so then sweep the house, cars and boat in
La Jolla for bugs.
“But it looks just like a Sony mini-disk player.” I marveled, picking up
the little device.
“That’s because basically it is, in fact it will even play a mini-disk
through the headphones, that’s so you can get it through airport security.
But when you load this special mini-disk he sent it turns into a very
competent bug detector. It even can detect the electronic frequencies that
video cameras use to transmit data so it will pick up video bugs as well as
audio.” Daddy said, putting the little disk-player back in its leather
case, and strapping it on to his belt.
“Boy, the bitch really didn’t know who she was messing with when she
decided to tangle with us.” I said proudly – even though I really hadn’t
done anything yet except follow Daddy’s instructions and be nervous.
“Let’s have some breakfast honey, it will be about an hour until we can
leave anyway.” Daddy commented, looking down at his watch and walking over
and sitting down at the table.
I noticed for the first time (some detective I was) that coffee, juice,
fruit and rolls for two were laid out on the table. Also glancing back at
Daddy I saw that he was dressed in clothes I had never seen before, khaki
shorts, sandals and a white pullover shirt that said Calloway Golf in blue
script on the left sleeve. I knew he didn’t have that yesterday, I packed
his bag and this stuff wasn’t in it.
“Where did you get those clothes? And why the tourist look?” I added,
pulling out a chair and joining him.
“I got it at the pro shop, and your right, that’s the look we are going
for today, nothing is more forgettable than a tourist in California.” he
said like a true native.
“Well how does a driving a white minivan full of moving boxes fit into
that image Mr. Smartie.” I said smugly, pouring him a cup of coffee form
“Actually not at all, that’s why we have an hour to wait, I figured
someone might have put a tracker on the van, it was the one thing that Marv
says this machine won’t detect, too much metal around it from the vehicle.
He has something that can but it is pretty big and not very unobtrusive to
use. So we have traded the van in for a Mustang convertible, it is coming
down from San Jose and will be here by 9 o’clock. The Avis driver will
take the van back to San Jose – hopefully followed by Jane’s snooper.” he
said with a chuckle.
“What color is the Mustang Daddy?” I asked, I hope I had the right color
shirt to go with it if we were going to be driving with the top down. “And
why are they bringing it from San Jose, doesn’t Avis have an office in
“Why did I know that you were going to ask that, I asked them in San
Jose and they said Forest Green.” he said laughing. “They are bring it
from San Jose because they don’t have any convertibles at the Monterey
Avis. I asked for that car specifically so that they would have to bring it
down from San Jose and take the van back there, rather than to the Monterey
Avis. That way if someone is tracking the van they will be heading in the
opposite direction from us this morning” he chuckled.
I should have known, Daddy would be two jumps ahead of everyone! Well
dark green was OK, I would wear my white cut-offs and white and green tank
top with the low neckline, Daddy would like that! Then I had a thought.
“What are we going to do with all the boxes, they won’t fit in the
“The bell man is taking them out right now and shipping them UPS to the
plant in San Diego. When I talk with Tom this morning to explain about the
Fed Ex that we sent from Oakland I’ll ask him to check on them tomorrow and
hold them until we get to the beach house and then he can have one of our
guys take the delivery van and drive them down.” Daddy explained, peeling a
“Did you see any hats in the pro shop Daddy, I won’t be able to ride
with the top down unless I can put my hair up in something, it will beat me
to death otherwise.” I worried. He got up and walked back into his room
and came back with a white baseball cap with a Monterey Cypress tree, in
green, embroidered on the front.
“Here, try this baby, I thought it was pretty and that you might need
it.” he said, walking over the dropping the hat on my head.
I should have figured he would think of that for me! This was the most
wonderful man in the world. All this complex planning and he still
remembered to think about me and my hair in the convertible. I jumped up
and leaned over and kissed him soundly on his banana flavored lips.
“You’re wonderful Jim, even with your clothes on.” I said giving him a
come hither look as I tilted the hat down over one eye. “When did you have
time to hatch this whole plan? I mean you were pretty busy fucking your
beautiful, sexy daughter senseless last night!” I added.
“I had the outline of the plan when I talked with Marv last night honey,
I was obviously no good for anything else after that time with you, but I
filled out all the details during our run this morning, having you along
helped me consider all the options.” he said reaching over and patting my
We finished the breakfast and I poured the rest of the coffee into the
thermos that I had rinsed out last night. I went back into my room and got
my clothes that I had decided to wear. I took off my robe and looking at
my tank top with the low scoop neck decided since there was a pretty broad
green stripe around the shirt in a strategic position I could wear it
braless, plus the bra I was planning to wear was a racer back and I hated
to wear it with a tank because the shoulder straps crossed so close to my
neck that they showed a little. I unfastened my bra and walked into
Daddy’s bedroom to see what he thought. He was a bit startled when he
looked up from packing his bag to see me standing there in only my panties,
holding my shirt in one hand and my bra in the other. He tried to cover it
“There’s that beautiful chest again, and low and behold it is attached
to my brilliant and gorgeous true love. Is this a contest to judge which
tit’s the biggest one? How lucky can a man get?” he said staring at my
tits and doing a Groucho type eyebrow movement and faking a cigar.
“About as lucky as he has time for handsome, and the correct answer is
that they’re both big. Why don’t you come up and squeeze me sometime?” I
answered doing a credible May West. “Anyway Daddy, I wanted to see if you
thought it was appropriate to wear this top without a bra,” I said slipping
the tank top over my head.
“Personally I am delighted with the idea my love, since I think we will
be leaving very little trail, and since Jane probably knows that we are
heading to Larry’s anyway the memory of you lingering behind with those we
meet won’t bother our plan enough for me to forgo the pleasure of looking
at your tits on the loose all day. I do think you will probably have to
put your bra on before we get to Julie’s though, so stick it in your purse
so you can get to it easier. And since you asked -” Daddy said, doing his
Groucho again as he walked over and squeezed my tits, ” – happy to oblige.”
“OK stud, enough of that I know you are only teasing me, you’ve got that
let’s get on the road look on your face, I saw that enough growing up!”
flipping him in the stomach with my bra then running out the room giggling.
God, it was such fun to play with him, I always want to do that, the bitch
was either too serious or such a wet blanket, I was never sure which, but
she sure was no fun for Daddy or for me to be with the last six or seven
years. I could feel him loosening up and getting more like the Daddy I
knew three years ago. By the time we got to the beach house I would have
him back the way he was before the bitch dumped on him and sent him away
from me. That will never happen again! He’s mine, one hundred percent
mine, and no one will get between us again!
I finished getting dressed, stuffed my bra and my square neck tee with
the cap sleeves in the bottom of my big shoulder bag, and packed up the
rest of my stuff. Daddy didn’t understand, it was not just as easy as
putting on a bra, the whole top half had to be changed, but that was no
problem. Also I would get a lot more sun in the tank than with that tee
top. I picked up my bag, slung my purse over my shoulder and walked into
the living room to find my new hat. I just felt so good walking into his
room, so loose and relaxed, but somehow powerful in my sexuality. It was a
funny feeling, relaxed but tense as well, like I was waiting for something
to happen but not being nervous or unsure like I was used to feeling.
“I’m ready when you are Daddy.” I said, picking up the thermos.
“OK honey.” he said, walking into the room with his bag over his
shoulder, his hands full of briefcase and computer. He made one last look
around the room and moved toward the door.
“I feel like a want to take a piece of the sheet or something as a
memento of last night, I still can’t believe what you did to me!” I said
shaking my head and smiling at him.
“I’ve got the vanilla oil with me Amy, we’ll be able to make a lot more
memories like last night, this is just the start of our life together
dearest.” he said leaning over and kissing me lightly on the mouth.
We walked to the lobby and Daddy had a short discussion with the bell
captain about the boxes and then checked out. The Avis driver was just
pulling up in front of the hotel as we walked out of the front door. Daddy
signed the new contract, gave him the keys the van, and directions where to
find it and then unlocked the trunk for me. I put our bags in the trunk
along with Daddy’s Mac. I opened the door and put his briefcase and my
purse in the back seat. The thermos I put on the floor behind Daddy’s seat
where I could reach it easily from my side of the car. I got in and
fastened my seat belt. Daddy opened the door on his side and slid in
“This meet with your satisfaction my lovely?” he asked, releasing the
hooks for the top.
I looked around the interior, it looked fine, light gray leather with
darker gray carpets. The seats were comfortable and I noticed that it had
a CD player in the dash. “Wait a second Daddy” I said undoing my seat belt
“I want to open the trunk for a minute.”
He handed me the keys as I jumped out and ran back to the trunk, opening
it and digging my CD wallet out of my suitcase. If we were lucky enough to
have a CD player I sure had the music to use it I thought to myself. I got
back into the car, waving the CD case at him. “Tunes my dearest Daddy, to
soothe your cares and tickle your fancy.” I said with a big smile.
“When we get a minute you’ll have to show me that ‘fancy’ you keep
referring to lady.” he joked. “Or is that ‘fancy lady?”
“When I get you alone you hunk I show you a fancy lady, one you’ll never
forget!” I said rubbing the top of his leg for a second.
Daddy started the car and put the top down, the morning sun came in and
it felt so good. I tied my hair up in a ponytail with a dark green schruny
and put my hat on, threading my ponytail out hole in the back of the hat. I
found my sunglasses and put them on. I selected Hardcastle’s new Cover to
Cover CD and put volume one in the CD player. As the first track -
Rainforest started playing I turned the volume up and looked over
affectionately at Daddy.
“OK babe, I’m ready, lets rock and roll” I enthused.
Daddy put his seat belt on and we pulled out of the lobby turn around
and wove down the long twisting drive to the street. We turned left out of
the drive and entered on to Highway 1, heading toward Carmel. This was a
lot more fun than the van! The dark green Mustang had a great engine sound
as Daddy accelerated on the freeway the wind blowing in my hair. I looked
over at my love, he was looking so great, his blond wiry hair barely moving
in the wind, his chiseled face so handsome and tanned. The hair on his
arms and legs was golden in the sunlight. His biceps filled out the sleeve
of his pull over shirt and his strong hands rested lightly on the steering
wheel. I looked at his hands and remembered how they had rubbed and
touched me last night while he was massaging me, they looked so big and
strong this morning but they had felt so gentle and loving last night. I
just marveled in the wonderful contrasts of this man, so big and strong but
so soft and gently when he was with me. I remembered the feel of his chest
as I lay on it last night and listened to his heart beat. I felt so full
of love that my own heart just wanted to burst! The day was perfect, a
cloudless sky and a bright future in front of us, all we had to do was find
a way to keep the bitch at bay for awhile. Daddy thought as soon as the
company went public she would allow a divorce and loose interest in
harassing us. He was convinced that her only real motive in trying to get
dirt on us was to use as leverage in case we tried to cut her out of her
share of the stock before the public offering.
We drove down Highway 1, wonderful trees on our left and the ocean on
our right. The water was so beautiful, waves crashing on small deserted
sand beaches interspersed with rocky protrusions jutting into the water.
As we drove down into the Big Sur area I remembered so many trips down this
road. None were as happy as this one I thought. I reached over and rested
my hand on Daddy’s warm leg, just below the bottom of his shorts. I just
needed to have a physical connection with him, the wonder of how we were
together kept filling my thoughts. I had loved him my whole life, and I
had thought that my love for him was complete, but now I understood the
difference. The way I loved him now was much different than a week ago.
It seemed somehow to be a full complete love, there wasn’t the edge of
nervousness about how to please him or how to make him notice me to tell me
I was beautiful and smart. I still wanted to hear those things but the
urgency that I had felt before was missing, somehow I was able to believe
that he thought those things without my prompting. I also had seen areas
of him, vulnerabilities that I hadn’t seen before. In some ways he was
more human and less God-like – but in other ways he was more than I had
ever dreamed another person could be.
We stopped in Morro Bay to shop a little and have some lunch on the
water. The road turned inland at this point and we would lose our view of
the Pacific until we were almost in Santa Barbara. I loved Morro Bay, the
little shops along the water were so neat, mostly local artisans having
there own work on display, jewelry and carvings were the most popular items
but painters and musicians also had small booths in the group. Daddy
parked the car and we put the top up and locked it up. I noticed that
Daddy kept the “mini-disk player” on his belt, I guess he didn’t want to
take the chance of someone stealing it out of the car.
It was such as great day, the weather was perfect and everything looked
so bright and sharply focused. I mentioned that to Daddy and he hugged me
around the shoulder. “That’s because we are in love dearest, things look
different to lovers.” he said softly, giving me a little squeeze.
We were very quiet as we walked up to the little restaurant where we
were going to have lunch. We ordered a light lunch, we always had the fish
and chips in this restaurant, it was a sort of tradition with us. We would
eat the fish and chips and talk to each other in terrible London East-Ender
accents. Mother (I guessed I’d better get used to not calling her the
bitch since we would be with Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane pretty soon) hated
it when we did that, she thought we sounded stupid – which we probably did,
but Daddy and I were very amused with ourselves. It seemed like it was
always he and I with Mother either ignoring us or complaining we were
ignoring her. As we got into our bantering mode we came back to normal and
looking out on the sunny bay and the green trees grass it was just
impossible not to be living in the present. Before we left the restaurant
I took the opportunity to pee. After I finished peeing I walked over the
sink and looked into the mirror. I got my brush out of my bag and started
brushing my hair. I leaned forward as I reached my brush over the head and
looked at my breasts down inside of my tank top. It still amazed me when I
saw them unexpectedly, they were so big. I had never really appreciated
them until I saw what joy they brought to Daddy, he just loved them and it
made me proud that I had such a great body. As I left the rest room I
looked across the room an saw him standing by the door, he was so handsome
I was filled with the feelings of love for him, I had loved him my whole
life, and now I loved him with a new intensity. When he saw me approaching
gave me a big smile that just lit up his face. “Are you ready my
princess?” he asked, offering me his arm.
“Ready to go anywhere with you my prince.” I said, taking his arm.
We went back to car and put the top back down. I rummaged through my
CDs and found the Celtic Twilight disk that we had been listening to last
night and put that into player. As we drove back up to Highway 1 I heard
the music begin, flashes of last night went through my head. I closed my
eyes and saw Daddy’s face above me as he pushed inside me with that look of
intensity filling his eyes. It was as if his eyes filled my whole world,
as if I was lost in them, diving down into the blue of his iris. It was as
if I could see other places and other times deep in his eyes as I stared
into them. I remembered as I had begun my orgasm how I felt such as part
of him, I could still feel me, but it was as though I was feeling what he
was feeling as well, being filled by him and filling her simultaneously,
two sides to a coin.
Daddy and I spent the next hour of the trip that Monday afternoon
thinking our own thoughts about the significance of the direction our lives
were moving. I’m not sure of his thoughts in detail, mine were largely
remembering what we had said to each other and done with each other over
the last forty-eight hours and how my life had begun moving in a completely
different direction from where I was when I picked up the phone last
Saturday afternoon and heard Daddy say my name .
Around the little town Goleta, Daddy pulled in to a travel shop plaza to
get gas, put up the top and let me go the ladies room and get fixed up a
bit before we arrived in Santa Barbara. He was so considerate, he knew
that since I hadn’t seen Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane, not to mention Julie,
in almost two years I would want to look put together and not like I just
dragged in wind blown from somewhere. I washed my face, brushed my hair
and my teeth and put just a touch of light lip gloss on my lips. Stepping
back into the stall I took off my tank top and put on my bra and my green
tee with the square neck and the little cap sleeves. I walked back out
into the rest room and giving a final check in the mirror I noticed that
the combination of the bra and the tight shirt really made my tits separate
and stand out – Julie would have a stroke! She hadn’t seen me since they
had grown to their full size. I was back out to the car in about ten
minutes. Where Daddy was appropriately impressed by the shape of my new
We turned left off of Shoreline Drive on to El Monte Drive. Driving up
a block we pulled through the gate into Uncle Larry’s driveway. I love
this house, it was always more fun for me to come down here and stay than
it was to have Julie come to visit me. Besides the fact that I liked Aunt
Diane a lot more than my Mother (the bitch), the feeling around this house
was just one of love and warmth. Since Mother had gotten so busy and
distant that sure wasn’t the feeling around our house. Also, they had a
pool, and the house was only about a two minute walk to Shoreline Park,
right on the ocean. Lots of private places to get tanned without the
droolers staring at you. Julie and I started calling these middle-aged
guys that kept staring at us the “droolers” because for some reason when
they stared at us their mouths always seemed to fall open, and they looked
like they were drooling. Julie and I both got our share of stares at the
Tennis Club pool when we laid out in our French cut bikini’s, and that was
before my tits assumed world class proportions. I bet we would really
raise some “tents” in the pants of the droolers now! It was fun sometimes,
for about five minutes, to turn heads, but then it got to be annoying -
always remembering to keep your legs together, to not lean over to pick
something up, to never make eye contact with them – but I wasn’t
complaining, I would rather look like I did that be like stone ugly and not
have anyone stare at me. The Tennis Club was only five blocks away and we
could go down there to lay by pool or play tennis or just hang out and eat
and scam the cute guys from UC Santa Barbara that worked there during the
summer. As Daddy pulled up the circular drive in front of the house I saw
Aunt Diane and Uncle Larry come out of the front door. I jumped out of the
car and ran over to them and started hugging them like crazy. I hadn’t
realized how much I had missed them until I saw them, tears stared to form
in my eyes and we all hugged. Daddy came up to them just as Julie burst
through the door screaming. I hadn’t seen her for two years, she had
really grown and she looked beautiful. She is my same height, five nine
and a half but she weighs about ten pounds less than me because she swims
for the Santa Barbara Swim Club and so has like zero body fat. Her hair
was still almost white it was so blonde and cut short, framing her face.
Her chest had filled out nicely too, not near my size but I would guess she
was a good C cup, big for a swimmer. Her best feature, in my opinion, were
her big blue eyes framed by blond-white eyebrows and long eyelashes, they
were a darker blue than Daddy’s and they seemed to fill her whole face.
She had a small thin nose and a delicate looking face with a perfect rose
bud shaped mouth.
“AMY, AMY,” she shrieked as she jumped on me and we hugged like the long
lost sisters we were, the tears starting for real now. She suddenly pulled
back and looked down at my tits in that tight green tee with wide eyes.
“My God! you weren’t kidding, they really did get huge, holy shit” she
“Julie Ann Ault!” Aunt Diane said in a shocked voice, “Don’t you dare
embarrass Amy like that, what’s the matter with you? How would you like
someone to say something like that to you?” she admonished.
“If I could have a set like that I wouldn’t care if the Pope said it”
Julie answered in an awed tone.
Everyone starting laughing, even me, she sounded so sincere. I didn’t
mind, this was family, the people right here, right now were the only
family I had ever had and the most wonderful people in my life. I felt
like Aunt Diane was more my Mother that Jane ever was.
“Come on, lets go in before the neighbors think we are a family of loony
tunes” Aunt Diane said, putting an arm around each of “her girls” and
walking us in the front door and into the family room.
After Aunt Diane had bustled around and got everyone seated around the
family game table, and had something for everyone to drink and a plate of
cookies on the table we started to relax. I remembered so many hours
around this table, building puzzles, playing cards or just talking out our
lives. We spent the first five minutes or so discussing our trip down, how
nice Monterey was and all that usual social lubricant. Then Aunt Diane got
serious and gently asked Daddy to talk about the situation with Jane.
There was none of that “if you feel comfortable” or if you “if you feel
ready” bullshit. This was family and they wanted to get to the heart of
things, and this was family business. Daddy explained the situation (well
our version of it, leaving out all the stuff about he and I – even in a
family some things are best left private) by saying that he had left three
years ago to allow time for the hostile interaction with Jane to cool off
some and allow her to concentrate on her junior partnership which had
become her main obsession. He allowed them to believe (without saying it)
that he and I had been in normal contact over the three years and that we
decided awhile ago that I might want to spend the summer in La Jolla and
re-establish his and my relationship, also my relationship with Jane was
becoming strained as I grew up. Everyone knew how close Daddy and I were
and that seemed perfectly reasonable, plus they all knew that I was pretty
unhappy with Mother and her unreasonable restrictions. I chimed in that if
things were comfortable with us down there I might elect to finish my last
two years of high school in La Jolla. Julie immediately jumped in at that
“Oh, Amy” she interjected quickly “why don’t you move up here and live
with us and finish school with me, we could have a ball, I would introduce
you to everyone and we could study together and everything. We could both
move into the guest house, it would be like a little apartment just for
us.” If the job of General Manager of the Known Universe ever comes open I
know Julie would submit a resume. I knew where she was coming from
however, under normal circumstances her plan would be great, three days ago
I would jumped at the chance to move down here instead of staying with the
bitch (sorry, my Mother). Now though, ever since Daddy and I had become
lovers and life partners it seemed so trivial to think about school,
homework, boys and parties. All that stuff seemed like it was from a
different life. I had to keep remembering that this was still the life
that Julie led, and that I had to play along. I was thinking about how to
phrase a subtle rejection of that idea when Aunt Diane jumped to the
“Julie, let Uncle Jim and Amy have some time in La Jolla to be together,
there is plenty of time to decide what to do in September, the important
thing is that Amy is out of what, in my opinion, was an unhealthy
situation.” she said, looking at Uncle Larry for support.
“Sure Julie, Amy knows she is always welcome here – I think that Jane
has been going overboard with her need to control Amy for years now” he
said seriously. “The important thing is to get Amy in a good and loving
environment, and I know that if she is with your Uncle Jim that’s what
“I’m sorry Uncle Jim,” Julie said turning to Daddy, “I didn’t mean to
imply that you and Amy couldn’t be happy together in La Jolla, I know how
much you love her and how much she loves you, I just miss her so much.” she
said tearfully “And I think that Aunt Jane had been acting like a pure
bitch since you left, remember I talk to Amy almost every day, I know how
unhappy she has been.” she added, a tear running down her face.
“I don’t approve of your language Julie, but you are right in the
essence of what you say” Aunt Diane said, getting a tissue and leaning over
and wiping the tears off Julie’s face.
“You’re right Diane, Amy and I do need some time together.” Daddy said
with a serious look on his face. “The future will work itself out as to
who lives where, but I really don’t have any hope for patching things up
with Jane, I think that relationship is over.” Daddy added solemnly.
Trying to lighten the mood he said “I would like to have Julie come down to
the beach house for a visit when we get settled though, I know that she and
Amy have a lot to catch up on.”
“That would be great Uncle Jim, can I do that Mom? I always love it
down there, after I’ve been there for awhile you and Dad can come down too
and we can all sail out to Catalina on Silver Cloud again” she gushed.
“Remember when we did that four years ago? How much fun that was?” she
said with a winsome look, selling the idea as only Julie could. Like I
said, the girl could organize a herd of cats.
We sat around the table for the next hour talking about some plans for
the summer, colleges for Julie and I (a discussion I thought a bit
pre-mature), my total lack of boyfriends (a topic I really wanted to avoid
like the plague) the company and when we might go public, and what a split
up between Daddy and Jane might mean. We always talked about the company
when we were all together, it was only when Jane was with us that we
avoided mentioning the company. Daddy and Uncle Larry always said that the
company belonged to Julie and I as much as the adults since it was our
inheritance, and we needed to think about running it some day. With
Julie’s organizational bent she was probably ready to take over now!
Aunt Diane, Julie and I made ourselves busy in the kitchen making some
potato salad and boiling some sweet corn while Daddy and Uncle Larry went
out onto the deck to grill chicken and continue to sip their Sam Adams. As
soon as Aunt Diane got me in the kitchen and away from the men she really
turned on the third degree about Mother. Did I think that she was having
an affair? Was she still mean to Daddy and I for no reason? Why did she
want to put her career ahead of the people she was supposed to love? Did I
think Daddy was doing all right, he looked tired? (boy did I dodge that
one!), on and on. Julie just stood back and watched all this, I think she
was glad the I was getting the interrogation and not her. Aunt Diane
wanted information, and she knew how to get it, the police department could
hire her part time as an interrogator! Fortunately before too long the men
called us and told us the chicken was done so we started setting the table
on the deck – boy what an experience, that woman could ask more questions
in a shorter time than anyone I ever met!
Daddy seemed preoccupied during dinner, I sat next to him and kept food
on his plate and tried to draw him into the conversation. Aunt Diane
chattered on about how disappointed she was in Jane, Uncle Larry kept
telling Daddy how great it was going to be for him for the compnay to go
public and expand and get some outside management into the company and
retire like him, and Julie kept unusually quiet, just watching me and Daddy
with her big blue eyes and not saying anything much. That worried me a
little, it was so out of character for her, and there was a lot of Aunt
Diane in her. I was worried about how I was going handle our normal
nightly sharing with her tonight. We had solemnly promised each other that
we would tell the other immediately when we had our first sexual encounter.
That was a vow I was going to have to break to protect Daddy, I was just
scared about telling Julie anything when Aunt Diane was so good at worming
information out of us girls.
After dinner we cleaned up and sat outside talking some more.
Fortunately the men helped with the cleanup so Aunt Diane wasn’t able to
get me alone for Round Two of “let’s make Amy spill her guts.” Daddy was
going to stay in the guest house and I would sleep in Julie’s room with
her. That’s the usual arrangement, Julie and I normally stayed up most of
the night talking and then slept until late morning the next day. I was
getting uneasy, I wanted to be with Daddy in his bed but I knew it was
impossible, but the idea of twelve hours without him was what was making me
uneasy. As much as I loved Julie, my attention was still focused on Daddy
as much as I tried to cover it. Daddy must have sensed that. “Amy are we
going running in the morning again?” he asked, looking at me innocently.
“Sure Daddy, if you want. What time?” I added.
“Well, I guess we should do it early to leave time for you and Julie to
have your day uninterrupted, say seven?” he suggested.
Before Julie could object I answered “Great, I’ll just wake Julie up
when I get back and we can go down to the club for breakfast, that OK with
“Sure, whatever Amy, maybe we had better turn-in since you are
determined to get up at the crack of dawn” she said with a tinge of sarcasm
in her voice. She was determined to get started on her version of the
Interrogation of Amy.
We had a general round of good night’s, sleep well’s, kisses and so
forth. Julie and I headed back to her bedroom. Julie went into her
bathroom that opened off the bedroom, and I got my sleep shirt out of my
bag. I had just slipped off my shorts and pulled off my tee top when Julie
came back into the room in a really cute gray Victoria Secret camisole with
“naughty angel” on the front and a pair of matching boy-shorts. I told her
how cute that outfit was but she just stood there staring at my chest.
“Amy, don’t think I’m rude or lez or anything but would you mind taking
off that bra and letting me see those things?” she said incredulously.
Julie and I had grown up together and had seen each other naked for our
entire lives, and we just sort of accepted it as a fact of life. But this
was the first time that either of us ever asked the other to strip on
purpose. I felt a little strange, but what the hell Daddy hadn’t left any
fingerprints that I had seen (or hickeys, I checked for that this morning).
I reached up in front and unhooked my bra and slipped it down backwards off
my arms. I felt incredibly self-conscious, almost like when I dropped the
raincoat in Daddy’s hotel room. Julie just stared at me, damn if her mouth
didn’t drop open a bit! My own sister a drooler? I was about to laugh
when she walked over to me and looked in my eyes.
“Amy, those are the biggest tits I have ever seen, I mean you told me
that they had grown, and I knew you said you were a double D but this is an
awesome sight, I mean I thought they would be big but hang down like Mom’s
(Aunt Diane had not been ignored by the Tit Fairy herself, nor for that
matter had Julie) but they stand straight out just like mine except yours
are huge!” she was only six inches away from me and making me nervous. We
were about the same height and were looking eye-to-eye, although in Julie’s
case eye-to-tit. “Julie you are making me self-conscious, they’re just
tits, not the Hope diamond.”
“Amy, we are sisters, and I want to do one more thing, you have to let
me, I want to feel one just to see how they stand up like that.” she said
reaching out to put both her hands softly on my right tit. I was so
shocked I didn’t move. She gently squeezed it just like Daddy did that
first time, remembering that night my nipples got instantly hard. I
started to blush hoping that Julie wouldn’t think that her touching me was
causing that response. She took her hands away and looked at me and said
“Well they are real, and they are beautiful. I can’t wait to go to the
pool tomorrow and watch the men, I think some of them may actually cum in
their pants when you show up with those in a bikini. Do you have a suit
that fits?” She asked. I told her I had brought two and put my sleep shirt
on quickly, pulling my panties off from under the shirt. This was getting
weird, two people had played with my tits in two days. Maybe this was
going to be more of a problem that I thought. Julie lifted up the bottom
of her camisole top and looking down at her nice but much smaller tits
seemed amused. “Well, you draw ‘em in babe and I’ll grab ‘em” she laughed,
dropping the top back down. “Only the cute ones though, no droolers!”
I went to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. By the time I got out
Julie was sitting cross legged on the her side of the bed waiting for me.
She had some nice Jim Brickman playing softly on her CD and was looking at
me with a very smug expression on her cute little face. I sat down on the
bed and leaned back on the headboard and stretched out my legs and just
looked at her.
“Well, who is he Amy?”, looking deep into my eyes.
“Who’s who” I answered, realizing I sounded like an owl.
“Who’s the guy you’re fucking, not to put too fine a point on it” she
said with a smirk.
“Whatever makes you think that I’m fucking anyone?” I said nervously.
“Well for one thing, that answer” she said triumphantly. “But mostly I
have been watching you all night, you move differently – somehow you’re
more fluid, your hips move differently than before. I thought at first it
was your tits, you were over compensating for your top heavy condition, but
it’s your whole body movement, the way you sit and hold yourself. Plus the
way your nipples got instantly hard when I squeezed your tit, it has been
squeezed before and I know you, if you let someone touch your tits they
fucked you. This is Julie baby, I’ve known you my whole life. You have
been laid, laid well and laid often. I see it in girls in school that I
don’t know a fraction as well as I know you and I’m never wrong. So – who
is it and why the fuck didn’t you tell me like you promised, like you took
a vow to do!” she said with a tinge of anger in her voice.
Well, now I was truly stuck. I couldn’t tell her, I had promised Daddy.
But I knew her, she wouldn’t take an evasion. I had to say something. I
thought about making up a guy, an older one, maybe a student at UC that
came over in the afternoons before Mother got home. But lying to her was
unthinkable, she was my true sister, my best friend for life. What was I
going to do?
“I can’t say anything about him Julie, I promised – he’s, … he’s
married” I said with a flash of inspiration, sticking to the literal truth.
Julie just looked at me for the longest time, her eyes boring into my soul.
I swear she was just like her mother! She wouldn’t take my evasion for an
answer, I knew it, the best I was doing was buying time.
“Your Dad! Amy you are having sex with Uncle Jim! It fits, it’s the
only thing that does.” she said in an awed whisper. “You were never more
than six inches away from him all night, except when Mom had you in the
kitchen for the third degree. And that shit about an early run, and you
damn near cut up his food for him and fed him at dinner. I thought it was
just that you had missed having him around. Plus you would never have sex
with someone without telling me unless it was too much of a deep, dark
secret to tell even me.” I felt myself turning white as the sheet and my
eyes filled with tears, how the hell had she figured it out, and if she did
how long would it be until Aunt Diane did as well? I had let Daddy down.
She suddenly came across the bed and threw her arms around me and hugged
“Oh, Amy, talk to me honey, tell me how all this happened, did you want
it to, is that what is wrong between him and Aunt Jane? What are you going
to do, are you still doing it? Oh, baby, you have to talk to me – I will
never breath a word of it to a living soul, I swear it on my sacred soul,
no one except me will ever know.” she said into my ear in a rush.
I pulled my legs up and sat cross legged, she moved to sit the same way
facing me, our knees touching, she took my hands in hers and she sat
looking into my eyes patiently waiting for me to compose myself. I took a
deep breath and looked at my best friend and started to tell her the story.
I told her how I had gotten interested in Daddy as a man the time he looked
down my shirt when I was thirteen and how I had set out seduce him. I left
out the part about my performances in the bathroom, somehow that was too
private. I told her how we had had wine for dinner one night when Mother
was out of town and I had put on my sleep shirt with no underwear and
climbed into his lap to watch a movie and one thing led to another and I
wound up kissing him naked while sitting on his lap. Julie’s eyes got real
big at that point but she kept quiet, she didn’t want to break the flow now
that I had started. I told her how wonderful it felt and how I saw the
“tent” in Daddy’s sweat pants. Then I told her just as things were moving
toward a real sexual encounter Mother walked in door and saw us.
“Holy Shit! Aunt Jane saw you naked on top of Uncle Jim, sticking your
tongue down his throat? Holy shit, what did she say?” she whispered in an
astonished tone, unconsciously leaning towards me. I told her about
winding up on the floor and Mother calling me a slut and Daddy a child
molester and being sent to my room. Then I told her what Daddy had told me
about the deal he was forced to make and the confession he had to sign and
how he left town that night without a word to me and how we had not spoken
or written in almost three years. I told her how sorry I was for deceiving
her about being in contact with him over the three years. The tears were
flowing down both our faces by now and a box of tissues was between us on
the bed, and it was getting a lot of use.
“So how did he get back now, I mean when did you see him, God it must
have just been this weekend, you mean you just fucked him–I mean just now,
this weekend? Talk to your sister baby, tell me everything.” she said
rapidly. I told her to just sit still and listen. I told her about going
to the hotel to meet him in the early evening, and how I found out that
Jane was a bitch and that he still loved me as a woman as well as a
daughter. I then told her that I went home and found the letter and a
journal that describe what Jane had been doing for past four years and how
it would save Daddy.
“That rotten bitch, I can’t…..
“Just let me finish then you can ask questions, otherwise this will take
all night” I said. I told her about going to the hotel with the journal
and the letter and going to Daddy’s room naked underneath the coat (I could
see admiration in her eyes at that move) and took it off and told him to
fuck me now or never. I described, probably in too much detail, but this
was girl-to-girl, sister-to-sister, how he fucked me and how I fucked him
back, including taking him in my mouth after we made love. Then I told her
about telling him about the letter and the journal and why I waited ’till
after we had sex, Julie was shaking her head yes at this point, silently
agreeing with my decision to fuck first and talk later – she tended to be a
very direct person as well when she wanted something. Then I told her
about the next morning and how I held his prick and pointed when he peed
and how we made love standing up at the counter. Then I related how we
went back to the house to get our stuff packed up and how I made love to
him in my bed and showered with him and left two wet towels for the bitch
to find. You could see the admiration in Julie’s eyes as she was counting
the sexual episodes. Then I told her about the confrontation with the
bitch and my great exit line and picking up the Victoria Secret catalog on
the way out.
“YES!” she interjected, slapping my hand in a high five.
I told her about our drive to Monterey and then our dinner at Rappa’s.
Then I told her to sit back and relax, I was about to tell her about the
real sexual experience, the rest had just been practice.
“Holy shit” she murmured “the other’s were practice?”
I described our experience in bed that night, the bed, the massage with
warm vanilla oil, the ice and how he made me feel, how I had three orgasms,
the last one so powerful that I passed out, and then how when I came to I
fell asleep in his arms resting my head on his chest. She jerked up and
grabbed my shoulders.
“Honest to God, you really got fucked so hard that you passed out, he
really made you pass out? My God, my God..and this was last night?! You
did all this last night?” she seemed to be unable to totally grasp what I
was saying. Not too surprising, I had a hard time grasping it.
I didn’t tell her about the bitch and her snooper, or about us trading
cars or that stuff. I figured that could wait.. Then I told her about us
being linked for life “married”, how we were going to La Jolla to start a
life together not just spend the summer. When I finished the two hours of
story she was just sitting there and looking at me. “So that’s it Julie,
all except some details that we can talk about later, but that the basic
story, do you hate me for not telling you voluntarily? Do you hate me for
lying to you about his being in contact with me for the last three years?
Do you hate me for fucking my Daddy? Don’t you dare just sit there and
stare at me, talk to me.” I said grasping her upper arms and shaking her.
She seemed to snap back to reality and she looked directly at me. “Well
first of all I have to tell you that your Daddy, my Uncle Jim, is the best
looking, hottest, sexiest man I have ever known, I’ve been hot for him for
five years myself and I’m jealous that you got him first. That’s the truth
and needed to be said, just between us sisters. Second, I’m glad you did
what you did to that bitch, Aunt Jane has always been nasty to me and to my
folks. I hated her but I never said anything to you because she’s your
Mother and you can’t help that or change it. Third, and most important,
I’m so happy for you that I could cry, I hope you and Uncle Jim live
together forever – fucking your eyes out! And no one – repeat, – no one
will get this story out of me, particularly my Mother, who is pretty good
at getting information, but I know all her tricks and I can avoid telling
her something if I need to bad enough.” She said hugging me and kissing me
I felt so much better being able to share my experience with Julie, and
having her accept me and Daddy and the situation. Now my only problem was
what to tell Daddy about what I told Julie! We had stretched out on the
bed side by side and Julie rolled over to me and hugged me tight.
“Amy, turn out your lamp and get under the covers and tell me the story
again about you and Uncle Jim in Monterey, then one where he made such
wonderful love to you.” she said into my ear.
I reached up and turned out the light and slipped under the covers and
rolled back over and hugged Julie. We used to do this every night when we
slept together when we were little, we would lay in the dark and hug and I
would tell her a story until she fell asleep. Usually I repeated stories
that I had read, Julie didn’t like to read like I did, she would rather I
read something and then tell her about it. We hadn’t done this for a long
time, it was very sweet of her to think of it now.
The only light in the room was from the night light in the bathroom as
we snuggled together with our arms around each other. I rested my chin on
top of her head as she snuggled close to me and I began to tell the story
of my massage and the subsequent sexual episode to her in a whispered
voice. It felt so nice and warm under the blankets, it was so familiar to
hold Julie like this and be close to her. I had missed her over the last
two years, and we hadn’t done this for a couple of years before that , we
thought we were too old for story telling. Of course this was a completely
different type of story than the ones I told her before! I started from
getting out of the shower and drying my hair and walking into Daddy’s
bedroom. I told here how he laid me down on my front and heated the oil
and began massaging my back and legs. As I told the story it became so
real for me, I could feel the pressure of his hands on me and remember the
scent of the warm oil. By the time I got to the place where I had rolled
over onto my back my nipples were hard and I was getting a little wet. I
was afraid that Julie would know that I was aroused and be embarrassed.
“Are you sure you want me to go on Julie, this is so real to me that I may
get a little hot and I don’t want to embarrass you” I whispered softly.
“If you stop now I’ll kill you” was her whispered response against my
So I continued to the part where he put the warm oil on my nipples. As
I described how that felt when he rolled my nipples between his fingers,
slick with the warm oil, I noticed that Julie’s breathing was getting
faster and her arm that was over top of me tightened up pulling me closer.
As she did that I felt her nipples touch mine, they were harder than mine
and felt like hot little coals. When I got to the part about the drop of
hot oil on my clit Julie started moving her hips slightly and rubbing her
tits up and down on me. I was really getting totally involved in own story
by now and I started describing the way the drop of oil felt in exquisite
detail, trying to make it as sensual as possible. When I reached the part
where he put the cold ice on my nipples I felt Julie’s hand that was
between us move down and into her shorts. I was embarrassed for a minute
but then got lost in the story again. I began to smell the scent of an
aroused woman coming from under the covers, but I couldn’t tell if it was
me or Julie. I reached my hand down to touch myself for a minute to see
how wet I was, but when I got it down towards my crotch Julie unexpectedly
reached over and took my hand and put it down her shorts, moving her hand
up my leg to my pussy. I stopped talking for a minute with the realization
that I had my hand on Julie’s very wet pussy and she had her hand on mine.
I hadn’t ever touched a pussy that wasn’t mine. Hers felt different,
smaller and with almost no hair, but with my hand resting on the top of her
lips I could feel her clit come out into the palm of my hand and it was
definitely bigger than mine. I didn’t quite know what to do, Julie was
rubbing my clit with her thumb while her index finger had pushed up into my
pussy and was probing deeply. When I didn’t move my hand she stated moving
her pussy against it letting me know what she wanted me to be doing.
“Story,” was the panting whisper out of Julie at that point obviously
urging me to resume telling the story (which I had stopped in surprise when
she put my hand on her pussy) while moving my hand.
I got to the point of the story where the ice was on my clit and my
asshole and Julie started moving harder, she also moved her head down and
put her mouth on my hard nipple, sucking and biting on it right through my
shirt. After a second of that she took her other hand, the one over my
back, and pulled down the neckline of my shirt until my tit was exposed and
then put her mouth back on me and sucked hard, nibbling with her teeth
right on the tip end of my hard nipple as well. I described the way he had
suddenly been on top of me and shoved his big hard prick up inside of me in
one hard stroke when I felt Julie start her orgasm, I realized suddenly
that I was building up to my own, her rubbing of my pussy had me on the
edge, I could feel myself starting to come. I reached down and pulled
Julie’s face up to mine and put my lips down on her mouth, probing my
tongue deep into her mouth. She answered with her tongue and I heard her
moaning deep in her throat as she rubbed her mouth back and forth on mine,
our lips mashing against each other’s.
“Oh fuck me, fuck me Jim, oh fuckmeplease, oh God, oh God, I’m cumming
ohhhhhhh fuckme” I heard her say into my mouth. I started to cum myself.
“OH OH OH, Julie, oh that is so good, so good fuck me baby, fuck me
Julie, fuck your Uncle Jim ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh” I said joining her
fantasy. I came so hard, it felt wonderful, but so strange to hold someone
small, someone my size when I was coming and to cum with nothing inside me.
We lay back still touching each other, but exhausted. It felt so nice
and so warm in the bed. I loved the smell of us mingling from under the
covers. I sat up and pulled down the sheets and looked at Julie, still
lying there with her hand on my pussy and mine still down her shorts. On
impulse I took both my hands and pulled her shorts down and off her legs.
She lay there looking up at me, wondering what was on my mind. Her little
pussy was red from my rubbing of it and she only had a small patch of curly
blond-white hair on the top, the rest was completely hairless. I moved
down and took my hands and suddenly spread her legs and put my mouth
directly on her pussy, with no prelude or warning. She immediately clamped
her thighs together on my head and began hunching her hips up and down
rapidly. I buried my tongue in her slick hairless pussy, I pulled her soft
inner lips apart with my fingers and shoved my tongue deeper into her
pussy. I could feel her cherry with my tongue, and I pushed the tip of my
rolled tongue against the little hole in the center of it, stretching it
back into her hot, wet tunnel. I could hear her moaning and raising my
eyes I could see her pinching her nipples under her shirt. I was totally
on automatic at this point, I can’t remember doing anything with any
thinking I was just reacting. I remember pulling off my sleep shirt and
throwing it on the floor, then I rotated my body around lengthwise and put
my pussy directly into her face. I moved my tongue up to her clit and
pushed a finger into her pussy. I felt her hot mouth clamp down on me,
sucking my whole pussy lips into her mouth. I could feel the roughness of
the top of her tongue on my clit and I started immediately to have an
orgasm. Julie started cumming at the same time and we both went into
intense contractions, our moans and sounds muffled by the pussies that
filled both of our mouths. After a few minutes we rolled off each other,
truly exhausted this time. I reversed positions and came up along aside of
her and kissed her deeply, tasting the familiar taste of my pussy on her
cute little mouth.
“Does this mean we are lesbians?” Julie asked me in a small voice,
looking into my eyes in concern.
“I don’t know about you Julie, but after the last three days I can swear
that I’m not” I said joking. “Honey, I think this was just my way to share
what I have had with Daddy for the last three days with you. It’s personal
and just for us, for sisters to share.”
“I love you Amy, I really do, you are wonderful to share your Daddy with
me this way, maybe some day we will be in a place where you feel
comfortable with really sharing him with me, if that day comes I would be
glad to join you two, if not maybe every once in awhile you can share him
like this with me.” she said, looking deep into my eyes. “I would love to
lose my cherry the way you did, with someone wonderful and caring.”
“I love you too Julie, maybe it will work out that way, for now let’s
get washed up and go down to the kitchen and get some of those cookies, I’m
starving, telling you a story can work up an appetite in a girl!” I said
with a big grin.
Well, I guess we were too loud down in the kitchen, it wasn’t my fault,
Julie got into suggesting where we could hide chocolate chips on our bodies
for guys to find and we started laughing uncontrollably. Finally Aunt
Diane came down in her robe and told us to go back to bed we were waking up
the entire house – although it was only her, we could hear Uncle Larry
snoring as we went back to Julie’s room and I’m sure Daddy couldn’t hear us
out in the guest house. It was just fun to be a teenager again for a
little while. I had really missed being with Julie. When we got back in
the bedroom we started giggling all over again, something I said triggered
Julie and she started me. Finally we calmed down and after brushing our
teeth and peeing again got into bed to get some sleep, it was almost
midnight by now and we were both exhausted from our earlier sexual
activities. We decided to sleep naked since we were now, as Julie put it
(glancing down at my crotch) at a new level of “openness” in our
relationship. So we got in bed and snuggled our naked bodies together for
a minute and after giving each other a sweet, soft kiss, turned over and
fell almost immediately to sleep.
The alarm went off at six, and I sat up and turned it off. Julie opened
one sleepy eye, looked at the clock and groaned as she rolled over and
immediately went back to sleep. I wanted to get up early and make coffee
and juice for Daddy before we went to run. I peed, brushed my teeth and
hair and put on my running clothes. I went downstairs (as I passed Aunt
Diane and Uncle Larry’s room I could hear both of them snoring this time)
and started the coffee and poured Daddy and I some orange juice and took it
out to the guest house. I knocked softly on the door, then opened it and
walked in to the small bedroom off the living area. Daddy was still
sleeping, he was stretched out on his back with one arm thrown over his
eyes and one leg slightly raised. The sheet was down around his waist and
I could see his broad chest, rising and falling slowly as he breathed. I
stood there, still holding the oj, just watching him sleep, he was so
handsome, my heart swelled just thinking about how he was mine. I tiptoed
back to the guest house front door, and setting the glasses down on the
little counter by the door, reached down and quietly locked it. I walked
softly back into the bedroom and watched him for a few minutes more. Then
I walked over to the bed and carefully lifted up the sheet and pulled it
down to the foot of the bed, exposing his entire body. He was completely
naked, and his penis was rock hard and sticking up at a forty-five degree
angle. I pulled down my shorts and panties and slipped off my sports
halter, never taking my eyes of his wonderful body. I reached down and
untied my shoes and took them off along with my anklet running socks.
All the curtains on the windows were closed, but the morning light
streamed in through the two skylights in the ceiling of the bedroom and he
was brightly lit as he lay there naked and sleeping. I walked close to the
side of the bed and knelt down on the floor and looked at his prick very
closely, I had never seen it so closely before in such good light and it
fascinated me. It was very long, measuring it with my fingers, being
careful not to touch it and wake him up, it was eight and one-half inches
long. It was bigger around than my longest finger touching my thumb, it
was about as big around as my whole fist. It had blue veins running up it
and a large raised tube like thing just under the surface on the whole back
side, the side facing me. The shaft was a pink color, the head was darker,
it had a light violet tint and the edge was about a quarter inch thick.
The skin on the head looked so soft, almost velvety, but I remembered that
when I sucked on it the consistency changed to a sort of hard leathery
feel. I could see the little hole in the end and I remembered how good it
felt to put my tongue in it and lick that pre-cum stuff – that brought back
a flash of how it felt to put my tongue against the little hole in Julie’s
cherry. His prick sort of bobbed a little as he breathed. It seemed so
big I kept marveling that he had put it up inside of me. His balls were
large and I could see veins on the skin of his sack too, they laid
partially up on one leg. I looked closely at where his prick came out of
his body and I could see a vein down there that seemed to be pulsing with
his heart beat.
I slipped my hand down into my crotch and as I had surmised I was
soaking wet. Dipping my middle finger in my pussy for some of the wet I
began slowing rubbing just above my clit, where the shaft was under the
skin, while keeping my eyes focused on his still hard prick. I guessed he
must be having a sexy dream or something (about me no doubt!) to get it so
hard while he was asleep (later he told me that this is a usual state for
most guys, to wake up hard, it had something to do with having to pee, and
was not romantically induced at all – I like the idea that he was dreaming
of me better). As I got more and more turned on rubbing my clit I became
more interested in doing something with that hard prick just a foot away
from my face. I was still on my knees by the side of the bed and I decided
that Daddy needed to have me wake him up with my soft mouth and wet tongue.
I leaned forward and opening my mouth wide slid it down covering the whole
head of his prick while moving my finger directly down on to the head of my
clit and beginning to rub in a circle, pressing harder. He didn’t seem to
wake up at first, but his prick started to get harder, the head expanding
as I sucked on it and tickled around his little hole with my tongue. I
tasted the pre-cum almost immediately and began licking it up while I
increased the speed of rubbing my clit while I started pinching and rolling
my left nipple with my left hand, sending nice shafts of feeling down into
my pussy. After about a minute he started moaning and his hand reached
down and pressed on the back of my head pushing me down to take more of his
prick in my mouth. I stopped pinching my nipple and wrapping my left hand
around the base of his prick and started sliding it up and down while
taking the rest of him down to my hand deep into my mouth. While I was
moving my hand up and down I was flicking the fingernail of my little
finger on his balls, I remembered that Daddy loved to have his balls
touched along with his prick. I felt the muscles in his thigh start to
tense up where my arm rested on it and then the cum started, the first
ejaculation was really hot and thick, more than I remembered from before
and I started breathing through my nose and swallowing his cum, as he kept
shooting into my mouth I began to have my own orgasm and as I moaned while
sucking his prick, some of his cum ran out of my mouth and down his prick
onto my hand that was still rapidly stroking him, making things real
slippery and nice feeling. When he had finished cuming I gently rubbed his
balls and continued to lick his hard prick until I had cleaned all the cum
off, then I licked off what was still on my fingers. Raising my head up
out of his crotch I licked off my middle finger with my juices on it.
“Good morning dearest Daddy, this is your wake-up call” I said sweetly,
after pulling my finger out of my mouth with a little pop. I moved my
mouth up and gave him a slightly cum flavored kiss while I rubbed on his
chest with my right hand.
“Good morning to you sweet Amy, what a wonderful way to wake up, I
heartily recommend it over a ringing telephone. Crawl up here with me and
let me snuggle you for a few minutes before I get up.” he said, smiling
into my eyes.
I loved him so much, he knew that along with the sex I really needed to
be held and snuggled. I quickly got up into his bed and lay down next to
him in my usual position with my head under his chin resting on his chest.
He reached down and pulled the sheet over us and hugged me tight, softly
kissing the top of my head. We lay like that for about five minutes and I
felt myself starting to come back to earth, growing warm and cozy in his
arms, then I remembered the juice -also getting warm in the other room. I
sat up and then slid out of the bed and went out and got our juice. As I
walked back into the room he stared at my tits and got a wonderful grin on
“I’m wondering what sort of juice that would be, judging by what I see I
would guess cantaloupe” he joked staring directly at my tits.
“Well, the juice is orange, although it’s been awhile since the tits
were that size.” I laughed.
“I remember that stage of development quite well dearest daughter, those
orange-sized tits started the whole thing if you remember.”
“Oh, I remember dearest Jim, but aren’t these more fun to play with?” I
“Honey, I loved you at all your stages. Let’s hit the road before
people wonder how long it takes for you to wake me up.” Daddy said jumping
out of bed.
“Hug me first Daddy” I said, walking up to him and opening my arms. We
stood hugging naked body to naked body for a few minutes, I could feel the
warmth of him against me and his strong arms encircling me. I loved the
way my breasts felt pressed so hard against him and his rough curly hair
against my nipples. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, just enjoying
the feel of his skin and his bigness, hugging my naked Daddy was sure
different from hugging Julie. His partially hard prick pressed in just the
right spot against my mound, it made me want to wiggle against him, but we
didn’t want to start that all over again, we would never get out of here!
As he and I got dressed (re-dressed for me, I sure was spending a lot of
time taking off and putting on clothes! I started seriously considering
single piece, zippered jump suits) I asked him if he wanted coffee, but he
suggested that we wait until we were done running and showered then have it
on the deck with the rest of the family. He thought it would look less
intimate, I guess he was right because I felt disappointed, and that was a
good clue that he was right.
I hadn’t run down here before but Daddy had so he knew a good route, it
was very pretty, right down Shoreline to the park then down the coast line.
The ocean was on our right side as we went outbound and on our left as we
returned. The early surfers were up and unloading their boards alongside
the path on which we were running. I got a lot of open mouthed stares from
several of them but none of them were brave enough (or dumb enough) to
whistle or make any rude remarks with Daddy running along side me. It was
pretty warm already and he was running without his shirt, enjoying the
early morning sun, so he looked pretty intimidating with that broad chest,
big shoulders and those tree trunk legs. He really did look more like a
football running back then the owner of a successful software company. I
was wearing my black spandex sports halter with hot pink trim and a
matching pair of really short black spandex shorts. I felt a little
intimated wearing this outfit to the workout room at the Hyatt, but running
along the beach in Santa Barbara it seemed quite in keeping with the
surroundings, and it definitely was a hot looking outfit. I was going to
have to get Daddy to wear some tighter shorts, he had great buns and he
might as well show them off. Sometimes he was clueless as to how
attractive he was to women, I was proud of him and I wanted to show him off
- call me shallow, I guess it goes with being sixteen.
We got back to Uncle Larry’s about thirty minutes after we left, we had
walked about a half a mile to cool down. I went into the guest house with
Daddy to get the empty juice glasses and take them back to the kitchen.
When we walked in and the door shut behind me I reached over and put my
hands on Daddy’s shoulders and pushed him up against the wall next to the
door. I quickly put my mouth directly over one of his sweaty nipples and
sucked it into my mouth, tasting his sweat and feeling the hair around his
nipple with my tongue. I sucked hard on it, biting down a little as I ran
my hand up inside the leg of his shorts and squeezed his prick firmly.
Before he could react I had jumped backwards, given him a wink opened the
door and ran out on the patio giggling. I just couldn’t resist teasing
him, I know I decided not to do that anymore but it was just too tempting,
he never expected it. I knew he would get even sometime, in fact I was
looking forward to it. I figured if you don’t want teenage behavior from
your woman don’t fall in love with a teenager!
I was alone when I went back into the kitchen A glance at the coffee pot
told me that no one had been up and into the kitchen yet this morning
except me. I put Daddy’s glass in the dishwasher and poured myself another
glass of juice. As I was pouring the juice I ran my tongue over my lips
and savored the taste of my Daddy that lingered on my mouth. I could still
feel the roughness of his nipple in my mouth, and the way his prick and
balls felt when I put my hand up his shorts. I was amazed at how my
attitudes had changed over the past few days. Last week if I had thought
about licking some man’s sweaty body or touching some sweaty balls I would
have thought it was like totally gross! But with Daddy now that seemed
exciting and sexual. I guess it was all in the perception, not the
reality. I thought a lot about it as I walked upstairs with my juice to get
into the shower. I met Aunt Diane on the stairs, she was in her robe and
on her way down to the kitchen.
“Well,” she said, looking me over with a slight smile, “that outfit must
have started a few surfer hearts on Shoreline this morning.”
“I don’t know Aunt Diane, the guys were pretty quiet, of course having
Daddy along might have calmed them down a bit.” I grinned back.
I told her the coffee was done and that I would see her on the deck as
soon as I got through in the shower. She asked me to wake Julie and get
her moving so that we could all be together for a few minutes before Julie
and I got started on our day. Aunt Diane always liked everyone to have a
few minutes at the start and the end of a day to touch base and compare
notes. That was so different from living at my house, I barely saw Mother
before I left for school and I was often asleep when she got home – of
course now I knew why.
When I walked into the bedroom Julie was still sound asleep, stretched
out on her back, the sheet pulled up to her neck – her pretty lips parted,
breathing softly. I couldn’t resist the temptation, I was so bad. I
carefully pulled the sheet down to her knees. She did look pretty lying
there naked, I was meeting my quota of naked sleeping bodies this morning!
I leaned over her and took her nipple in my mouth while I put my hand on
her pussy and gave it a little squeeze. There was quite a difference with
her reaction from the non-reaction that I got from Daddy. Julie jumped
about three feet straight up in the air, and that was from a sound sleep
flat on her back. She swung out with her right hand to whack me one before
she realized who it was fooling around with her.
“Julie, Julie, its me, Amy!” catching her hand before she decked me.
“Amy, you little bitch, you almost scared me to death!” Julie said, fire
in her eyes.
“I’m sorry babe, I just was trying to be funny, I just did that same
thing to Daddy after our run and I thought it would be neat to…..”
.”….You’re lucky I didn’t take your head off, grabbing me like that, I
almost peed my bed” she interrupted, calming down a little with a small
smile starting on her face. “Did you really grab Uncle Jim like that this
morning? What did it feel like? Never mind, it’s not really my business
and I guess it’s not very lady-like to talk details about your man – even
with your sister.”
“I don’t remember that attitude last night sister, you were hot to hear
all the deet’s then.” I added.
“Well yeah, but this is morning and I guess I’m feeling a little awkward
about what we did and what you told me, I don’t want to intrude in your
relationship with Uncle Jim, I mean this is not just some hunk with a hard
dick, this is your real true love, and you deserve privacy.” She said
looking at me seriously.
We had a long talk about what was and what wasn’t off limits with me and
Daddy and what Julie and I were comfortable doing with each other. The end
result was that what Daddy and I said to each other in our private moments
was off-limits but the physical part was OK to talk about because we
decided it was on-the-job training for when she found a guy. She and I
practicing for her benefit was acceptable as well, as long as it didn’t
interfere with my sexual relationship with Daddy (I didn’t see how it
could). In the end I remembered what Aunt Diane had said about all of us
getting together, so we jumped and got in the shower together. We had a
good time bumping into each other, we hadn’t showered together since we
were really little – it was a lot more crowded now. I just sort of
towel-dried my hair and put it up in a bun, then we got dressed in jeans
and tees and ran down to the deck.
All three adults were sitting on the deck, coffee and orange juice along
with toast and bagels on the table. We joined them and helped ourselves to
juice and coffee. We planned to eat at the Tennis Club this morning, but I
nibbled on a bagel, I was starving, sex seemed to raise an appetite in me.
We had a nice quiet visit, everyone discussing their plans and agreeing to
be done so that we could meet back here by four this afternoon at the
latest. Daddy and Uncle Larry were going to spend the day talking to the
office and our attorney in San Diego. I hoped that Daddy had talked to Bob
already since it might be hard to explain what this sealed envelope was
that had the journal in it in front of Uncle Larry. I figured he had since
Daddy never let things go, he did them up front and moved on. Aunt Diane
had several appointments and a luncheon to go to so Julie and I were pretty
much on our own – which is the way we liked it when we first got together,
there never seemed to be enough time to get caught up, and now we had some
serious news to discuss.
We excused ourselves and went back to Julie’s room to complete getting
ready. I dried my hair while Julie sat on the counter in the bathroom and
tried to talk to me over the noise of the junior leaf blower. I finally
finished drying my hair, to Julie’s delight, she was getting hoarse trying
to talk over the hair dryer. We went out into the bedroom to pick
something killer to wear to the club for breakfast. I mean there was no
sense going if we couldn’t raise some eyebrows and get the college guys all
hot and bothered. It wasn’t important to me anymore, I could care less
about a bunch of macho, beer drinking college boys working for the summer
as waiters, but it was important to Julie, so I went along – Julie said as
“bait.” Before we could get dressed I had to model my two bathing suits for
Julie. The first one was one I bought at the mall without Mother ever
knowing about it, and I had never worn it in public. It was a very light
lime green thong bikini with two small triangles of cloth for the top that
tied around my neck as well as in the back. I put it on and Julie’s eyes
bugged out of her head.
“There is no way, repeat no way, you can wear that either at the club or
by our pool! Mom would have a stroke if she saw you outside in that Amy,
that thing is seriously dangerous. Men would kill to get a closer look at
you in that, your whole tits are exposed except for the nipples and that
string up your ass crack is invisible, it looks like you are totally naked
from the back. Holy shit are you gorgeous! If I was a guy I would have a
woody that wouldn’t quit about now!” she marveled. “I would love to watch
Uncle Jim see you in that, I’ll bet his dick would be at full mast in about
I took all that to mean that she liked the way I looked in the suit. I
didn’t think I would wear it outside yet either, maybe on Silver Cloud when
only Daddy was aboard, just to see what his reaction would be. I bought it
as a sort of rebellion against Mother, I wore it around my room every once
in awhile just to look at myself in the mirror. Julie was the first person
I had shown it to since I bought it. I took it off and put on my other
one, a much more conservative yellow Speedo suit with black trim, it had a
mini-bikini bottom and a racer-back top with pretty big cups. Even though
it covered me completely, it was still pretty sexy since it sort of
squeezed my tits together creating a spectacular cleavage, especially when
I leaned over from the waist as I demonstrated to Julie.
“Fuck Amy, you’re sexy in anything with those tits and those long legs,
I could cut a hole in the top of a pillow case and put it on you and you
would wind up on the cover of Playboy!” she said, a tinge of envy in her
Obviously the Speedo was a hit too. Julie modeled her new suit, and it
looked great on her, it was a deep blue stretch lycra that just matched the
color of her eyes. There was nothing wrong with the way she filled her top
out either and her long swimmer’s legs were pretty spectacular in the high
cut bottoms. We stood side-by-side in front of her wall length mirrored
closet door and admired how we looked. We decided that no male under the
age of ninety could resist us, we were fantastic, the “broads with bods” we
decided to call ourselves. For our breakfast outing we dressed in
identical white shorts and tank tops with camisole straps. My top was
green and Julie’s was blue. We both wore white low cut tennies, mine with
a green stripe around the sole and hers with a blue stripe. Looking in the
mirror we decided we looked just too cute for words. Neither of us wore a
bra because of the thin straps on the tops and I had learned the hard way
that a strapless bra on me that was tight enough to work cut off my
breathing if I did anything but sit still.
When we went downstairs we ran into Aunt Diane in the family room while
we were looking for our purses. She looked at our braless tits for a
minute and I thought she was going to say something, but then she just
shook her head and gave us a hug and told us to have a good time and to
call the men if we needed anything. We went into Uncle Larry’s office to
kiss our Daddies good-bye. They looked appreciatively at us and
volunteered to take us to the club in the Mustang with the top down. Never
being ones to pass up a free ride we accepted. Bad idea! By the time we
got to the club our hair was wrecked from sitting in the back while the two
Daddies sat in front and entertained each other with the performance of the
car, Julie’s short hair was standing straight up on her head, and mine
looked like a cat had been playing in it. Fortunately Julie kept a full
supply of stuff in her locker in the ladies locker room. We adjourned
immediately to the locker room and repaired the damage, condemning the
total lack of understanding of men in general when it came to high speeds
in convertibles and hair styles. Within about ten minutes were repaired to
our pre-Indy 500 state and went up the lounge to sit by the windows, scam
the men and have breakfast.
As it turned out there was really only one good candidate, a
waiter/student named Jeff that Julie had known slightly last summer. He
was pretty cute with a really nice butt. He paid a lot of attention to us,
getting us seated, bringing us water and all that stuff. We ordered a
light breakfast, fruit and toast, and watched the players on the tennis
courts out the window. Jeff was annoying though, he kept finding a reason
to be in our part of the dining room, just sort of hanging out, changing
table settings and that sort of thing. It was actually sort of boring
watching the tennis players, and with Jeff hovering around we really didn’t
feel like we could talk freely so we decided to finish up and walk down to
Shoreline Park and sit there and talk. There were also two middle-aged
women at a table across the room that kept glancing at us and making what
we guessed were snide remarks to each other about us, probably talking
about how brazen we were to be in the club dressed as we were. As we were
getting ready to leave Jeff was over the old bats table across from ours,
offering them more coffee, but watching us out of the corner of his eye.
Just as he started pouring coffee into one of their cups I leaned over out
of my chair and pretended to tie my shoe. I knew the cleavage show was
something special, I had tried this out in my bedroom in front of the
mirror door on my closet lots of times just to see how it looked and I had
it down to an art. I let my right breast press on my thigh, sort of
smushing it and spreading it out while I moved my left leg to the side
enough to let my left breast hang free. The result was pretty spectacular.
Julie saw immediately what I was doing and was watching Jeff. He was so
enthralled that he poured about a quart of coffee into the woman’s cup, she
shrieked and jumped up out of the way of the coffee, which brought Jeff
back to his senses. In the confusion of napkins and table clothes and
coffee cups Julie signed the check on our table and we quietly left, trying
hard not to burst out laughing. We made it to the lobby before we were
overcome, I’m sure the women could hear us as we laughed uncontrollably as
we fled through the front doors.
We walked along the quiet sidewalk towards the park. Every once in
awhile one of us would say something like “Some more coffee Ms. Ault?” or
“Fill your cup – several times?” and we would crack up. When we got to the
park we sat at a table under a stand of trees that looked out at the
Pacific. It was beautiful and so peaceful. I told Julie about the
suspicion that Daddy and I had that Mother was trying to catch us in some
compromising activity to offset our evidence of her journal. Julie was
concerned, she understood the problem with the company at once, and said
that Uncle Larry had said many times that the company was the only reason
that Jane was still with Daddy. Then we got into a discussion of how Julie
was going to miss me when we left tomorrow.
“I mean, I can totally understand why you want to get to La Jolla with
Uncle Jim, I know that you guys are in love and are like seriously hot for
each other, but then here I am all summer with no one except Jeff and I
don’t really like coffee that much” she said breaking us both up with
I told her I understood, I was going to miss her too, but I had to be
with Daddy and being here at her house was just going to be too much of a
strain on both of us, and with her mother being so good at reading people
we were really tempting fate to stay very long. Then I told her what I had
done this morning and how risky that sort of thing was to both Daddy and I.
“Wait a minute, you went down on Uncle Jim before you ran and then
groped him up his shorts after you got back? You really have it bad kid,
especially considering what you and I did last night, didn’t that take the
edge off a little?” she asked with a big grin.
“Sure it did Julie, but not for what he’s got, you just aren’t equipped
for that type of action.” I said touching her cheek with my fingers. I
went into detail about how good it tasted to suck on his nipple and taste
his sweat and feel his prick and balls all sweaty. Julie’s eyes got real
big as I was talking.
“So, tell me the truth Amy, is he really hung? I mean you don’t have to
tell me I guess but I always thought that he probably was, I mean his hands
are huge and that’s supposed to mean he has a big dick.” She said
intensely, moving towards me on the bench, her eyes locked on mine.
I figured it wouldn’t hurt to brag on him a little, “He is so huge
Julie. When he first took his robe off in the hotel I thought he had a
small baseball bat on his front. It was so big that it scared me at first
and I had to get a little used to it before he put it in me, so I got down
on my knees and sucked on him the first thing.” I confessed.
Julie was into it now, “So how is it have a guy in your mouth, I mean
how does it taste and how to you keep from gagging when he puts it in real
far? Did you swallow his stuff when he got off in your mouth?.”
Based on my extensive experience of a few days I proceeded to give Julie
a seminar on oral sex with well built males (from a sample of one). We
discussed all the various things that could be done and Julie admitted that
she almost gave a guy a blow job at the end of the school year. He had
taken her out to eat and afterwards they were in his car, he got her to
touch his prick and he had his hand on the back of her head sort of urging
her toward his prick when she decided that enough was enough and broke the
“I’m sort of glad I waited if there is a chance that you would allow
Uncle Jim to break me in like he did you.” she said, floating a trial
balloon as subtle as the Goodyear blimp.
That remark lead to an hour discussion on how it would work for me to
allow Julie to fuck Daddy. For the time being we just assumed that Daddy
would do it if Julie and I both agreed, not a forgone conclusion by any
means. The outcome of the discussion was that I loved Julie enough that I
could share a part of my love for Daddy with her, there was no jealousy, no
fear of loss, I didn’t think that Daddy would ever leave me for Julie. I
also liked the idea of both of us pleasuring him, I knew that with enough
practice the two of us could take him places sexually that he had never
dreamed of, Julie was a hot one, I knew that before last night but my
sexual experience with her just confirmed it for me. Then we got into the
part of the discussion of how we would convince Daddy to fuck her. What we
decided was that the only way it would work was for Julie to seduce Daddy
with me in the room so that Daddy would know that I approved. I asked her
if she could do that and she said that she would be more comfortable with
me there than with him alone, she was still sort of intimidated by him -
more so since the baseball bat analogy. To do that we had to be in a place
that was completely and totally safe, where there was no chance of
“Silver Cloud!” Julie shouted.
Of course! The boat would be prefect, the master salon had a king-size
bed and mirrors on both walls (a lot of boats had mirrored walls in the
state-rooms to make them look bigger). If we could get him alone with the
two of us on the boat we could parade Julie and I in front of him with very
little on and then let nature take its course. I knew he was susceptible
to acting on his hard prick. We agreed, if we could get him on the boat
with the two of us, and out to sea he was ours. We put our hands on each
other’s hearts and took a vow to make it happen. Having decided Daddy’s
fate we felt hungry and decided to head home and make lunch for the men.
For some reason just as we were walking up the driveway we started in
with the coffee routine again and were bent over with laughter as we got to
the house. The guys were out on the deck, finishing us some paperwork and
thought we were pretty amusing, staggering up the driveway laughing
uncontrollably and holding each other up. We calmed down and stuck our
heads out on the deck and told them that we would make them some lunch and
went into the kitchen to get something together. We sliced up the
left-over chicken from last night and put it on onion rolls and served it
with the potato salad and a pickle. The Daddies seemed pleased to be
waited on and we all had a nice lunch together in the sunshine. After
lunch they agreed that they had worked enough and offered to take us down
to the Santa Barbara Mission for a couple of hours. We always loved to go
out there, the gardens were so pretty and the view from the bell tower was
After we fixed our hair for extreme wind and put on our hats we felt
like we were ready to endure what ever the men could throw at us in the
car. Julie asked Uncle Larry to sit in the back with her (I knew she was
doing that for me so that I could sit with Daddy in the front, she’s such a
sweetie) and he was fine with that arrangement. It was only a ten minute
drive to the mission but it was nice to be close to Daddy in the car and be
able to look over at him. He looked very handsome, he had on his khaki
shorts again and a pale blue San Diego Yacht Club tee shirt. I saw Julie
looking down at his crotch when she climbed into the back seat of the car,
I would have to warn her to cool it, Daddy was too smart not to notice if
Julie suddenly got real interested in what was in his pants!
We hung around the mission for about two hours and it was very pleasant
just to have our Daddies around and be able to visit with them. We talked
about school, the business and our plans for the summer. Julie was
supposed to start her daily swim workouts in mid-July and that would last
until school started. Then Julie, giving me a quick glance broached the
subject of her visit.
“I was thinking Uncle Jim” she started. “After you and Amy get settled
in the beach house maybe you could sail up here in Silver Cloud and pick me
up and we could all sail back to La Jolla. I could spend a week down there
with Amy. Then Dad and Mom could drive down for and visit for a day or so
and we could all go out on the boat for my birthday, maybe over to
Catalina, then I could ride back home with them in time to start workouts.”
She and I were both Gemini’s, the twins, which made us feel more like
sisters. Coming from her this sort of thing sounded normal, she was always
the one with the plan.
We all talked about as we walked back to the car and then as we drove
home. Julie and I wanted the idea firmly planted in the men before Aunt
Diane came home, it would be much less suspicious if Daddy or Uncle Larry
brought the plan up and then all we had to do was agree. Also we knew if
everyone was in favor of it right off the bat, Aunt Diane would agree
without thinking about it too much. That afternoon as we all sat down
around the table Uncle Larry brought it up, with Daddy supporting the idea
and Aunt Diane jumped at it without a second thought. I reached under the
table with my foot and rubbed Julie’s ankle in a sign of congratulations.
Things were pretty quiet that evening, after dinner we just sat out on
the deck and watched the sunset. About nine Julie and I went up to her
room and spent the rest of the night trying on clothes and deciding what
she would bring to La Jolla with her and what she would wear on Silver
Cloud to seduce Daddy. Both of us spent time with the VS catalog picking
out some underwear that we liked for her and ordering it by phone right
then. We looked through the catalog for a great bathing suit but nothing
jumped out at us so finally we decided that she would spend the next few
days shopping to find a bathing suit like mine (the skimpy one) and then we
would both put them on and confront Daddy with them as a surprise. Julie
was a little afraid that he might ignore her if I was there in the same
type of suit, but I assured her that I would fade into the background and
give her center stage. We agreed that if we didn’t get a strong reaction
to the suits we would both take our tops off with the excuse of sun tanning
and see what that did. So all Julie had to do was spend the next ten days
working on her tan so that she would not get burned to a crisp running
around the boat mostly naked. She and I also discussed what I would tell
Daddy about what she and I talked about concerning my new relationship with
him. My first inclination was to not bring it up and just respond to any
questions he asked. As we talked though I decided that maybe I should
surface the issue myself. That way I could better control the discussion,
and I just didn’t feel right not being completely open with him. Julie and
I both agreed that I would have to tell him about our discussion. I agreed
to skip the part about how we had sex together until a more opportune time,
like when he had been intimate with both of us. We went to bed pretty
early, Daddy and I had agreed to leave early tomorrow, he had set a meeting
with Marv (the ex-spook) in Newport Beach around eleven and you could never
be sure of the LA morning traffic. By eight o’clock the next morning we
were packed up, fed, kissed good-bye and on the road. Julie and I had a
last minute private conversation about the Silver Cloud plan, she was
“Amy, I’ll never forget how wonderful you are to consider letting me
have my first time with your Daddy. I will never abuse the relationship,
trust me honey I’ll never let anything happen to your relationship with
him. I just want to have him up inside me and feel what you did – I guess
if he can fuck me until I pass out too we really will be sisters!
We had dressed a bit more business-like this morning since we had the
meeting with Marv. Daddy had on a pair of khaki pants, an off-white shirt
and tie (the one that I gave him) and his green blazer with the brass
buttons. I had on a very nice pair of taupe linen pants and a white shirt
with big lapels open at the neck and a dark green jacket that matched
Daddy’s blazer and a pair of low heels, I had put my hair up in a bun at
the top of my head. Daddy and I drove down Highway 101 through Ventura and
then swung right back to Highway 1, taking it through Oxnard and down
through Malibu towards Santa Monica. We talked about how great it was to
see Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane and Julie, then after about fifteen minutes
of me being quietly uncomfortable he asked me how the interaction with
Julie had gone, obviously he knew what was on my mind. Taking a deep
breath I started in on the discussion.
“Daddy, I tried to keep her away from the topic of you and me, but
somehow she sensed a real change in me and asked me who I was having sex
with and why hadn’t I told her about it. I tried to just get her to leave
it alone by telling her that I had promised the guy that I wouldn’t say
anything and that he was married. But after just looking at me for minute
she asked me if I was having sex with you. I guess I turned pretty white
because she was convinced that she was right in her suspicions. So I felt
like I had to tell her the story, I really didn’t know where to go with it
except to be honest. I’m sorry Daddy, but I know her and she won’t tell
her parents anything, I swear. I hope you aren’t too disappointed in me,
but locked alone with her in her room there was just no way to maneuver,
and I didn’t want to lie and have her keep after me.”
Daddy was quiet for a few minutes, thinking about the meaning of this
new twist. “I guess it was inevitable honey, I never wanted you to lie, I
just hoped it wouldn’t come up, but since it did I think you did the best
you could in the circumstances. Just tell me the gist of what you told her
so that I know exactly how much she knows.”
I told Daddy what I had told Julie, leaving out our agreement about me
telling her about my physical relationship and about the plans for Silver
Cloud. I think in the end he felt all right about it, but he knew that
sooner or later everything would come out within our little family.
“Well Larry and Diane gave me a pretty good going over about Jane, and I
did tell them that you and I had both found evidence that she was having an
affair with someone at work and that we had confronted her with it and
insisted that you come with me for immediate future. Diane was glad, she
has always mistrusted Jane and after this latest revelation is convinced
that she is not a fit mother. They both will be more comfortable if we can
buy her out of the company after it goes public.” he said seriously. “I am
going to talk to Bob about it and we are going to discuss it when they come
down for Julie’s birthday. How did Julie take it when you told her that we
were having sex, was she shocked?”
“Actually to tell you the truth Daddy she was jealous, she has always
thought you were a babe. Mostly thought she was glad that I was so happy
and that you were rid of that bitch Jane.” I said with a big grin. I
though it wouldn’t hurt to prime the pump a bit as to his jumping on Julie,
feeding his male ego would be a good first step.
“You girls absolutely amaze me, how she can accept this so easily is
beyond me, I would have thought that she would have been shocked and pissed
that I was having sex with you. I did notice though that after that first
night down there she seemed particularly interested in my body.” he joked.
“What did you tell her about me anyway?” he asked, glancing at me.
“Only that you were experienced, and gentle and that making love with
you was the most wonderful time in my whole life – and that you were hung
like a fucking horse” I said with an innocent smile. He almost ran us off
the road before he got control of the steering wheel.
“Amy Martin! Why in the world would you say something like that to
Julie? What kind of thing it that to say about your Daddy?” he stammered.
“What did she say?” he finally asked, his curiosity overcoming him.
“She said that she knew that you would be and then asked me how I dealt
with such a big prick, was it fun, did it hurt and that sort of stuff -
girl stuff Trigger – I mean Daddy.” I replied, laughing and reaching over
and patting him on the leg.
He saw the humor in the situation and started laughing as well. “Well,
I guess if I didn’t want this type of relationship I should have found a
boring thirty year old, you’re my daughter and I know how weird your mind
is, after all I mostly created it, I’ve got only myself to blame.”
The traffic wasn’t a bad as we had feared, and we got to Newport Beach
about nine-thirty. Daddy had arranged to meet Marv at a small restaurant
on Newport Isle so we drove down Balboa Boulevard and crossed the bridge
over to the island. Since we had a little time to kill I took Daddy
shopping at a really nice store for men on Channel Drive , it had lots of
new style stuff. I tried to get him to try on clothes, but all he would
stand still for was to look at them, he was too focused on our meeting with
Marv to really get into the shopping energy. I figured it wasn’t a wasted
hour though since it started getting him exposed to tieless shirts and more
stylish pants. He was so good looking that it was a shame for him to dress
in fogy type clothes.
We got over to the restaurant just about the time we were due, Marv was
already seated. He had a table in the center of the room, I was surprised,
I would have thought that he would be in a corner somewhere where he could
see everyone coming into the place. I mentioned that to Daddy as we walked
to his table, and Daddy told me to ask him why he sat where he did, he bet
there was a very good reason. Marv stood up when we arrived, and pulled
out my chair a little to indicate where I should sit. I was impressed, I
guess I wasn’t used to being treated as a woman, but being with Daddy and
being dressed up a bit and having my hair pinned up, I guess I did qualify
in that regard. After a few minutes of pleasantries, how long has it been,
etc. (I was eternally grateful to Marv that he didn’t tell me how much I
had grown, he treated me as an adult from the start and included me in the
conversation completely). Marv looked pretty good, his hair was a little
gray at the temples but he was trim and tanned and had on a great looking
shirt – a “brat”, just like I showed Daddy earlier – and jacket. I saw
Daddy looking it over and recognizing that it was almost exactly what I had
been showing him earlier in the shop.
“Amy had a question as we came in Marv.”
I looked over at Marv and asked him “I was just curious as to why you
chose a table in the middle of the room and not in a corner where it would
be more private and you could see anyone coming into the room?”
Marv looked at me, a little grin on his face and approval in his eyes.
“You don’t miss much do you Amy? You’re just like your Dad, he’s the most
observant person I have ever met, even in my government days. Actually
you’re right, I chose this table carefully. I’m not worried about someone
seeing us, they could do that wherever we sat and since I don’t know who we
are up against me seeing them wouldn’t make much difference; what I want to
avoid is someone hearing what we are saying by using a directional mike.
Directional mikes can be very sensitive and can be used from a long
distance, but they don’t have a distance limiting capability. I mean if I
point a mike at a group of people from a pretty good distance the cone of
what I am picking up will include things in front of and behind the person
I am trying to hear. If we sat against a wall it would backstop us and
make directional eavesdropping much easier. The hardest people to
eavesdrop on are those in the middle of a crowd where everyone is talking -
like the center table in a restaurant. We used to call that ‘tradecraft’
where I worked in the government.” he said with a little grin.
Marv told us that he had gone down to La Jolla himself and swept the
house, cars and boat for mikes and video cameras. He said that he didn’t
find any video but he did find four audio bugs in the house – one in the
master bedroom, one in the second bedroom (mine), one on the patio and one
in the loft room where Daddy’s office was located.
“The stuff wasn’t real good, last year’s stuff.” he said.
“So do we disconnect them or disable them or what?” Daddy asked.
Marv explained that doing either of those things would just encourage
someone to put new systems in place, and also let them know that we were on
to the fact that we were being bugged. He speculated that whoever placed
the bugs was being very careful not to get caught, that’s why there were no
video cameras, they were too easy to find. So if they were that paranoid
about being caught the last thing we wanted to do was scare them, no
telling what steps they might take. I worried out loud that we would have
to live in this audio fishbowl forever, but Marv just laughed.
“I’ve got some tricks that these folks have never dreamed of using Amy.
I installed some of my latest active speech reduction hardware near the
mikes.” he said fishing two little black things out of his shirt pocket and
handing them to us. They looked like car alarm buttons, with a green
button and a red button.
He told us that when we pushed on the green button it would activate the
hardware that he had hidden near the mikes, pushing the red button turned
it off again. Marv’s hardware picked the frequencies of speech and
produced a negative set of waves that canceled out the speech so that the
hidden audio bugs couldn’t pick up our talking. All the other noises like
walking around and clanking dishes were outside the speech frequencies and
came through the bug undisturbed, only the speech was canceled. He said it
was like no one was talking at that moment. I considered the situation for
a minute and I thought I had uncovered a problem.
“Marv, what happens if we have vocal music playing or the TV, won’t that
cut out too and the snooper notice it?” I puzzled.
Marv looked at Daddy proudly, “Didn’t I tell you she was sharp. She is
exactly right, so my system feeds the audio from your speakers and your TV
directly into the audio bug circuit after the mike. So all the sounds from
those speakers are still picked up by the bug. You will see a little blue
cylinder attached to the back of your speakers and your TV. Just don’t
bring in a portable radio or TV or use something that doesn’t play through
the speakers.” he added. The phone jacks are OK I checked those. I’m sort
of surprised that they didn’t bug the phones, they must not be interested
in what you are saying outside of the house, only conversations within the
house. The cars and the boat are clean too, which is sort of surprising as
well. Well not the boat I guess, bugs on boats are only good while they
are in port, at sea they get out of range real quick. By the way there is
a complete written set of instructions and another set of control devices
in a plastic bag in the ice maker container in the freezer under the ice. I
left them there just in case we couldn’t meet and I had to give you
instructions over the phone.” This guy thought of everything.
I could see that Daddy didn’t want to get into the reasons for someone
bugging us only in the house, of course Mother was only interested in what
was going on in the house, she wanted to get dirt on Daddy and I having sex
together, something unlikely to be happening in the cars or the boat while
it was docked. So we were caught up on old business, and we ordered lunch.
During lunch Marv told me that he had been trying to get Daddy to quit the
company, or at least take a leave of absence and come to work with him.
“Your Dad’s a true software genius, if I could combine my hardware
talents with his software skills we could make surveillance products that
are light years ahead of what is out there today. After talking with you
today, the offer is expanded to include the other Martin family member as
well. I like the way you think Amy and I can tell that not very much gets
by you, with some training from some people I know we could turn you into a
first rate field rep for us. A beautiful young woman can open doors that a
man could never get through. So if you talk your Dad into joining me I’ll
not only give you a job too but pay you a bonus for getting him to come to
his senses.” he said, looking at me very seriously.
“That’s very flattering Marv,” Daddy said “but you have to realize that
we’re in the midst of going public and I can’t leave now, it would kill the
stock offering. Maybe some day I’ll take you up on your offer, it would be
fascinating work, I know that from the discussions we have had over the
years. Also since Amy is only sixteen we may have to wait a few years for
her to join you as well.” he said with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry Jim, I had forgotten what year she was born. I was just
going off appearances; I thought she was around twenty. Please accept my
apologies Amy, but the offer is open as soon as you turn eighteen with or
without your Dad.” he said handing me his business card.
I must admit I was impressed, this was the first time someone had given
me their business card. I tried to be casual, just briefly glancing at it
as I slipped it nonchalantly into my blouse pocket. “I’d be happy to
discuss it with you Marv, Daddy keeps wanting me in the software business
but your job sound exciting and I’ll bet I can talk him into listening to
you too – if the offer’s good enough.” I said to him, feeling very grown up
(he thought I was twenty – YES!).
We finished lunch with a cup of coffee, then we left the restaurant, and
Marv walked with us to our car. As we were getting in he told Daddy to
watch for full size, white, four door cars parked near the house. He said
usually these private investigators used rental cars (and most of them were
white) and they tended to like big cars because they could get all their
equipment in the trunks, and they liked four doors because they could sleep
easier in the back seat on a surveillance and get out quickly if the
subject drove away. Marv really did remind me of Daddy, he was that sort
of thinker. He said if we saw one get the license number because he could
get the rental agreement and find out who was bugging us.
The rest of our drive to La Jolla went quickly, we drove though San Juan
Capistrano, San Clemente and Del Mar, heading south. In about an hour we
were turning off of La Jolla Boulevard on to Sea Lane and pulling up into
the driveway of the beach house. I had always loved this house, it had
belonged to my Grandparents (Daddy’s parents) and they had owned it since
the sixties. It was a big house, mostly on one floor, but with a great
loft room which Daddy used as an office with a roof top patio/deck off of
it. There was a small patio on the ground floor off the kitchen with a
really nice hot tub and then about a hundred yards of sand dropping off to
the beach. This part of the beach was private so we had fences on both
sides going most of way to the water. There were three bedrooms, all with
sliding glass doors opening toward the water. The master bedroom was in
the center and was about twice the size of the other two that were on each
side of it. Each bedroom had its own bathroom with a shower, the master
had a tub as well. The smaller of the two bedrooms actually had a door
connecting it to the master. Over the years it had been converted into a
small library/TV room, but it still had a fold out couch in it and that’s
where Julie and I usually slept when her parents and my parents were both
at the house. Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane would use the larger of the two
bedrooms, the one that was going to be “mine” for appearances. I was so
glad to be back, it had been two summers since I had been there, and I
missed it. It always seemed so peaceful here. I hated the idea of some
stranger messing around in it planting bugs – one more strike against that
rotten bitch in Berkeley.
Daddy handed me the house key and went around to get our stuff out of
the trunk. I unlocked the front door and walked through the house to open
some windows to get the air circulating. I could tell Maria had been here
since Dad left since everything was immaculate and the carpets showed
vacuum marks. Maria had been coming in once a week since before I was
born, I was going to have to be real careful what I did with my clothes and
stuff, she was fiercely protective of Daddy and would not appreciate that
he and I were in love, it just wasn’t in her makeup. I dropped my purse on
the dining room table and ran up the stairs to the loft and out onto the
deck. The ocean looked wonderful and the smell was divine. I just watched
the breakers rolling on to the shore and felt peace begin to spread through
me. I felt Daddy come up next to me and put his arm around my waist.
“Happy to be back Amy?” he said, touching his ear as I looked at him,
reminding me the bugs were active.
“I sure am Daddy, I missed it so much, almost as much as I missed you.
I’m so excited to be able to plan to live here for the next three years, it
will just be paradise after having to put up with that bitch.” I answered.
There was one good thing about having Mother bug the house, I knew she
would be listening to the tapes and I could get some good licks in anyway.
Daddy looked at me with a grin, he knew who I was talking to, and he
enjoyed the thought as much as I did.
“Let’s go down and get unpacked and then go to the store honey, there
wasn’t much food in the house when I left.” Daddy suggested.
“OK Daddy, I want to fix you something special for dinner tonight to
celebrate our first meal together in here in our very own house.” I said,
in a sweet voice that I knew would really frost her ass. We ran downstairs
and got our stuff unpacked. I took off my blazer and hung it up then
brushed my hair and my teeth and peed. I met Daddy in the dining room and
he walked me over to the front door and opened and closed it, while staying
inside. Then he pulled out his black box and turned off the speech
reception of the bugs. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips,
putting his arms around me.
“We really don’t have to go out Amy, there’s plenty of food in the
house. In fact I just took some steaks out to defrost for tonight. I just
said that so that there would be a reason for the silence for awhile. What
I really want to do it to take you to bed and initiate our life here the
right way.” he said softly, running his hands down my back and squeezing
both my ass cheeks in his big hands.
“Do I have time for a shower Jim, or do you want me slightly sweaty and
smelling like a woman in serious heat?” I asked him, reaching out and
rubbing my hand lightly on the bulge that was rapidly forming in his pants.
His answer was to reach under my knees and pick me up in his arms and carry
me effortlessly into the master bedroom where he deposited me in the center
of his – now our – king-sized bed.
I lay back and stretched my arms up over my head, causing my blouse to
stretch tightly over my tits, making them standout clearly against the
tight cloth. I licked my lips very slowly moistening them with the tip of
my tongue, all the while maintaining our intense eye contact. Daddy sat
down on the side of bed and reached over and began unbuttoning my blouse.
My heart started beating very fast, I could even feel it in my throat. I
realized that this was the first time he had ever undressed me, even that
night when I was thirteen I had taken off my own shirt. He unbuttoned the
blouse very slowly, button by button spreading it open and then pulling it
out of my pants and taking it off my shoulders he laid it on the chair by
the bed where he had put his blazer and tie earlier. He reached down and
took off my shoes and put them on the floor. He unbuttoned and unzipped my
slacks and grasping them by the cuffs pulled them off my legs and put them
on the chair as well. I was laying there with only my bra and panties on,
I was glad they were the nice ones, no more cotton panties for me I vowed,
who knew when this horny man would strip me down and have his way with me -
often I hoped. He sat there for a few minutes obviously enjoying looking
at me in my underwear, staring at the way my tits swelled out of the tops
of my bra cups and the outline of my pussy under my panties. I had never
felt more like a woman – lying there with him looking at me with that
expression of awe on his face. My breathing was getting faster and I
rested one hand on my stomach and laid the other arm down along side of my
body. He reached out and undid my front opening bra with one hand – I
should have known he was too smooth to struggle with something like that, a
boy my age would have had to use a Swiss Army knife to get that bra off
with one hand! I sat up for a second as he pulled the bra out from under
my back. He reached down and used both hands to pull my panties off, I
lifted my ass up slightly to cooperate with the operation. He started to
put the panties on the chair with the rest of my clothes but instead he
hesitated and then brought the damp crotch to his nose and took a deep
breath, inhaling my moist pussy scent. That was terrifically exciting for
me, to see him do that, I could actually feel my inner lips start to open
and my clit to extend. A little moan came out of my mouth without any
volition on my part, it was so earthy to watch him do that with my panties.
He put the panties down and just looked at me lying there naked and open to
him, wearing only an eager look.
Daddy stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. He took it off and put
it on the chair. Then he slipped out of his shoes and unbuckled his belt
and unzipped his pants. This was very exciting to me, to watch him take
off his clothes, it was like watching a present being unwrapped – a present
for me. He folded his pants and put them on the chair and bent over to
take off his socks, I could see his broad chest and strong arms and
shoulders. When he stood up he was only dressed in his jockey shorts, I
could see the head of his prick sticking out of the top of the waistband of
his shorts. Pressed flat against his body by the shorts the head of his
prick was resting just above his navel and looked very hard and very
exciting to me. He moved to stand at the foot of the bed looking up the
bed at me lying there naked for his pleasure. I slid my feet up the bed
bending my knees and then let my legs fall open to the side, spreading my
pussy apart for his viewing. I could see the head of his prick swell and
expand as he looked into the space between my legs. As he reached up and
pulled his shorts down and let them drop to the floor I reached down
between my legs with both my hands and spread my pussy lips open and pulled
slightly up to let him see my wet pink tunnel. His prick really swelled
when I did that and I saw a drop of clear liquid swell out of the hole on
the tip. He reached down with his right hand and put his four fingers on
the underside of his prick and his thumb on the top and pushed his prick
horizontal to his body, making the head really swell in size. He began to
slowly slide the skin up and down the length of his prick. I had never
seem him jack-off before and I watched what he did closely so that I could
do it to him the way he liked. I slid one finger into my pussy, moving it
in and out and started rubbing my clit with my middle finger on the other
hand, matching his speed. It was making me incredibly aroused to watch him
rub his prick while he was watching me rub my clit. Both of us performing
for the other and taking great enjoyment out of watching and being watched
Daddy reached up on to the bed and took my ankles and pulled my legs
down flat on the bed. Grasping the tops of my thighs he pulled himself up
on the bed and kneeled over my waist with a leg folded back on each side of
my body. He looked so big that way, on his knees but towering over my
prone naked body. His prick was standing straight up and looked huge from
my perspective. He slid up towards my face and leaned forward and took one
of my tits in each hand. He pushed them together and catching his stiff
prick between them began moving back and forth sliding his prick smoothly
on the soft skin on the inside of my tits. He could increase the friction
by squeezing them tighter or loosen it by relaxing his grip. It felt
wonderful to feel him in there rubbing his hard prick on the insides of my
sensitive breasts. His heavy balls were rubbing against my stomach and
lower chest as he moved. I raised my head slightly and I could see the
head of his prick coming out from between my tits when he pushed forward
then disappearing again when he pulled back.
“Baby, I’ve wanted to fuck you between your big tits ever since I first
saw them at the hotel and it feels even better than I imagined.” he panted,
his breath coming fast.
I reached down and took his balls in both my hands and began lightly
running my fingernails across the sides of them. His big hands were
grasping the outside of my tits and his thumbs were rolling my nipples in a
circle making arrows of sensation shoot through my pussy. He started
moaning louder, I looked up and saw that he had his head thrown back and
his eyes tightly closed, the veins in his neck standing out. I could feel
his prick harden even more, then through the soft skin of my tits I felt a
pulse starting at the base of his prick and as he pushed out of the top of
my tits I saw the head swell and expand, the hole in the end seemed to
swell open and then I saw a big shot of his cum shoot out all over my
chest, throat and the bottom of my chin. It felt really hot, and I was
amazed at how hard the shot of cum felt. I lifted my head quickly ,
ducking my chin and opened my mouth, I started rubbing his balls in both
hands. The next shot, even larger than the first, hit me right on the chin
and mouth, covering my lips, the third and fourth followed quickly and I
extended my tongue to catch it. I loved being able to see him shoot, the
head got so big and there was so much of it! I loved to taste it on my
tongue and to feel it running down my chin and down between my tits where
it made his prick slippery. When he had finished he lay on top of me,
catching his breath and kissing me gently on the lips. I quickly rolled
him over and took his still hard prick in my mouth, swung my legs around on
top of him and pushed my pussy right in his face just as I had done with
Julie. I was amazed at how comfortable I felt being so aggressive, I think
the time with Julie helped. He immediately shoved his tongue up my pussy,
and began rubbing my clit with his bottom lip. He was a lot better at this
than Julie! I took him all the way down my throat as I cleaned the cum off
his prick, this part was better than licking Julie’s pussy too. I just
couldn’t get enough of his hardness, and his licking of my pussy had put me
“Oh Daddy, that feels so good, I love when you lick my pussy, ohhhh
Daddy suck my clit hard, suck it into your mouth, rub your teeth on it,
ahhhhhhhhhhh” I moaned as I felt myself close to my orgasm. I wanted him
inside me when I came!
I reversed my body again and getting in a crouching position over him on
my knees I grabbed his prick in both my hands put it in my pussy and
slammed my body down on him throwing my legs straight out from my hips, my
feet up by his face. He went all the way up inside of me, and I felt his
prick push against my cervix, popping through its tightly closed opening
and into my womb. I happened so quickly that it didn’t hurt, but even so
it felt like I was really stuffed, I hadn’t felt him up there so clearly
before. I think even Daddy was caught by surprise. I saw his eyes widen
as he realized where the head of his prick was and I could feel it swell,
then suddenly he was cumming again, shooting right on the walls of my womb
- that was an unbelievable sensation! I just held very still as he shot,
not wanting him to come out of my womb until he was done.
“Oh Amy baby, oh this feels so good, so tight, I’m shooting right up
into your womb. Oh God, ohhhhhhh, baby that is so tight on the head of my
prick, I can hardly… Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh” he said, groaning.
I felt my own orgasm start. The contractions were so hard, I could feel
my cervix tighten up on the head of his prick as he shot his load into me,
I had never felt so stuffed – it felt so great to squeeze the head of his
prick like that.
When he had finished I leaned forward on him very carefully, pulling my
legs under me and gently allowing his prick to slide down out through my
crevix into my pussy tunnel. I felt a little sore up there, I don’t think
I ever thought about that part of me, I knew Daddy hit it sometimes when he
was fucking me hard, but I never dreamed he could pop through it that way.
I had been dilated by my doctor last year for my exam, and it hurt a bit,
but Daddy popped through so quick I wasn’t even aware of it until I felt
him stuck in there. I never knew a man could reach up in there, wait until
I tell Julie about this!
I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. Daddy and I had crawled
under the sheets and snuggled down for a short nap after our strenuous
fucking. I had put my head on his chest and wrapped my arm over him in
what was becoming a very familiar way to sleep, one I had grown to like a
lot. I looked over at the clock radio on the night stand, it said
five-twenty nine. Wow! I had really been out, I had slept away the whole
afternoon. I got stretched out in the bed, feeling satisfied and relaxed.
I had a small twinge in my tummy where he had poked through my cervix – the
brute, I giggled to myself – but I remembered how wonderful it felt to have
him shooting his hot cum deep inside my womb, what a stud! I was so glad
that I had him with me and that I never had to worry about not having him
in my life, it was such a feeling of permanence, of contentment but with a
great deal of excitement coupled with it as well as I thought about all the
things we had open to us in the future.
I swung my legs out of the bed and stood up, gazing out the glass doors
at the ocean. I walked over to the sliding screen door and just stood
looking out to sea, the sound and the smell of the Pacific washed over me,
making me feel content and relaxed. It was going to be great to sleep here
every night, with my true love and the ocean. At night there were a
million stars up in the sky. I went into the bathroom and peed, then I
brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth, using his hair brush and tooth
brush since mine had to stay in the other bathroom. I didn’t think he’d
mind after all we had shared in the past several days. I walked over to
the chair by the bed and picked up his off-white dress shirt and brought it
to my nose, it had the wonderful scent of my man. I slipped it on
buttoning the lower four buttons and rolling up the sleeves a little. It
was the first time I had worn a man’s shirt with nothing underneath, it
made me feel incredible sexy, like Elizabeth Taylor in Butterfield 8, one
of my favorite old movies. I looked in the mirror on the closet door, I
did look really sexy in his shirt, the tails hit me about mid-thigh and the
way my hard nipples pushed out it was easy to see I was naked under it. I
thought it looked very sophisticated, it went well with the glow on my face
and the glint in my eyes – wearing his shirt like this made a clear
statement: I was his woman, he had fucked me silly and I loved it that way.
I found Daddy sitting up on the deck off the loft. He had the charcoal
in the grill heating up and was dozing in a chaise lounge. He was wearing
a pair of shorts and his SD Yacht Club tee shirt and was barefoot. I stood
along side of his chair a minute, the sun behind me, casting a shadow over
his face, then I raised one leg and put a foot on the chair. He stirred
and opened his eyes, seeing me standing there with my one leg up on the
chair. I knew from his vantage point he could look right up my shirt and
see my pussy. He knew it immediately too since that’s where his gaze went
at once. He tugged on his ear, letting me know the bugs were active as he
reached out with his hand and gave my pussy a little squeeze.
“Well did you finally decide to get up Amy? I thought I might have to
just wait and cook you breakfast, you must have really been tired.” he said
innocently, still looking up my shirt and rubbing his hand high up on my
“I’ll be in charge of our breakfast Daddy, you just grill the steaks.” I
said trying not to let my voice break as he squeezed my pussy lips again. I
backed away before he got us in trouble. I saw him grin as I did it too.
He told me that my boxes would be arriving tomorrow morning, he had
called the plant and ask that someone bring them down first thing along
with another driver to return the rental car to San Diego Avis. I knew
that I would be busy most of the morning putting stuff away and arranging
“my” room. We decided to go to get Silver Cloud in shape tomorrow right
after lunch, Daddy had some work to do here in the office that would keep
him busy most of the morning. We agreed that Julie’s box could just stay
in my room until Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane came down for her birthday and
then she could take it back in the car if she wanted to or leave the stuff
here for her to use when she visited. I went down to the kitchen and made
us some salad and some hot garlic bread to go with the steaks. I kept
remembering the last night I had made garlic bread for Daddy, what a
difference. I was bending over the oven putting the bread in when he came
up quietly behind me and slid his hands under my shirt to grab my ass. I
almost shrieked, but I caught myself in time and just jumped.
“Daddy, don’t sneak up on me like that, you could cause a girl to jump
in the oven by accident, and you wouldn’t like baked daughter for dinner.”
I giggled, acting real young and cute, conscious of the bugs and knowing
who would be hearing the tapes – I hope she was biting her tongue off.
“Well you are cute enough to eat honey” Daddy said innocently, but
giving me his Groucho leer and licking his lips broadly. It made me crack
up but I stifled my laughter behind the pot holder in my hand.
We had a lovely dinner on the deck as the sun sunk into the ocean. The
steak and salad were just right and the garlic bread hot and toasty. Daddy
opened a chilled bottle of the ’95 Beringer’s Sauvignon Blanc, I really
liked it, the cool dry taste went perfectly with the twilight and the
ocean. After dinner we cleaned up the dishes and then put on Hardcastle’s
new Cover to Cover double CD album that we had started to listen to in the
car and just sat together in Daddy’s lounge chair and watched the stars
come out and enjoyed more of the wine. About ten Daddy suggested we go to
bed so that we could get up at six to have a good workout and get cleaned
up before the boxes arrived. I agreed and went down to bustle around my
room. Daddy went into his room and closed the door. I got into bed in my
room and waited about five minutes, then I heard Daddy quietly open my door
and signaled me that the bugs were off for speech.
“Would you care to join me in our bed dearest?” he asked, standing in my
doorway totally naked.
“Best invitation from a naked man I’ve had in awhile.” I said, jumping
out of my bed and heading for his room.
We put the down comforter on our bed, it was chilly in the room because
we left the glass doors open so that we could hear and smell the ocean. I
lay on my side, facing the sea and I felt him snuggling his big hard body
against me, his legs spooning on my legs and ass. He put his arm over me,
his hand wrapping around one of my breasts and pulling me into his body He
held me tightly as I looked up at the stars and gently drifted off to
We had a good hard workout the next morning, Daddy had converted what
had been a gardening shed behind the garage into a workout room with really
good equipment and pads for floor exercises. After about forty-five
minutes on the machines we went for a three mile run north along the beach
road, passing though the Village ( that’s what the natives called downtown
La Jolla) and circling back south on the north side of town. It felt
really nice since we missed yesterday – I had really gotten used to that
morning run since Daddy left and I was unsettled all day if I missed it.
After the run we rinsed off in the outside shower that we used after
swimming and then I brought us coffee and juice and we both got in the hot
tub for a few minutes. Daddy claimed that getting into the hot tub after
running kept your muscles from getting sore – my muscles didn’t get sore
from running but it was fun to be with him naked in the hot tub. We had
always had to wear bathing suits before, Mother was such a prude. He was
already in when I got back with juice and coffee on a tray and really
looked me over when I climbed in to the tub, his eyes lingering on my tits.
“You are incredibly beautiful Amy, you are as lovely in the sun light as
you are at night in candle light.” he whispered in my ear. What a sweet
man, he knew the way to a woman’s heart – or anywhere else for that matter.
The van arrived promptly at eight, and we had the boxes unloaded and the
van and Mustang gone by eight-thirty. I set about unpacking and putting my
clothes in the closet in the small bedroom and my books and videos in the
small library off the master bedroom. It was almost noon before I
finished, I had put the boxes out in the dining room and Daddy was breaking
them down and storing them in the attic of the garage. We decided to have
lunch in the Village on the way to the slip to clean up Silver Cloud. I
knew that we would be in no shape to stop and eat after cleaning the boat,
so I packed cut-offs and tee shirts in the back of the car. I got cleaned
up for lunch and put on a pair of white shorts and a nice tank top in light
green, matching socks and white tennies. Daddy came in from the garage and
saw how I was dressed and without saying anything went to change into
something more presentable than the cutoffs he was wearing. I guess he
thought I would wear my boat cleaning clothes for lunch in the Village -
not! I could see it might take awhile to get him into shape as to how I
wanted us to look together, Mother never seemed to care how she looked when
she was out with him (I guess cute for her was leather and chains!), but
that wasn’t going to work with me, we were both beautiful and had hot
bodies and I planned to dress like it.
I went out to the garage and found him loading a couple of buckets and
the long scrubbing broom into the back of our GMC Yukon. The rest of our
cleaning supplies were in our locker at the slip. I really liked the
Yukon, it was very comfortable and we could hold a lot of stuff in the
back, especially with the back seat folded down. Daddy’s “real” car was
sitting next to the Yukon. A 1994 black Jaguar XJS V-12 roadster. He
really loved that car, he wouldn’t even take it to the Bay area when we
lived up there, he kept it here at the beach house. The vanity plate said
SFWRCAT (Software Cat) I couldn’t wait for him to let me drive it when I
got my license, I was going to look so hot driving that into the Village!
We backed the Yukon out and headed into La Jolla for lunch. We wound up
eating at The Shanty on the water, we both liked the fish there and it was
close to our dock, in fact we could see the slip where Silver Cloud was
moored from our table by the window. We were the best looking people in
the restaurant, I know it’s shallow of me to be so concerned about
appearances, but I had waited so long to have Daddy to myself that I wanted
to show him off, and I must admit I liked showing myself off as well.
There was one drooler in the place, sitting across the room, every time I
turned my head to look out of the window I could see his reflection in the
glass and he was staring at my tits. When I turned my head back I could
see him out of the corner of my eye look away or down at his plate – a shy
drooler. Usually they continued to stare, even if I looked directly at
them – sometimes they even licked their lips when I looked over at them, I
didn’t think that was going to be a problem with Daddy around. After we
had finished I wrapped up my leftover fish in a paper napkins and put it in
my purse, I saw Daddy grin but he didn’t say anything.
Outside we drove the Yukon over to our reserved parking place at the
dock, one of the advantages of this small dock was that each of the twelve
slips had a reserved parking place as well, so there was never a problem
with parking near the boat. We saw Mr. Huff, the old man that owned the
dock and took care of it sitting on a folding chair on the land end of the
dock smoking his pipe and cleaning the inside of one of the glass covers
from a dock light. His yellow lab, Rex, was laying next to him snoozing
comfortably in the sun. As we got closer Rex lifted his head and looked at
us, he recognized me right away and jumped up with a bark and ran over to
me. When he came up along side of me he quickly sat down and got very
still, intently watching my hand as I dug into my purse, looking for the
napkin wrapped piece of fish. I found the fish and unwrapped it and held
it out to him, he took in very gently with just the edge of his teeth then
swallowed it in one gulp and wagged this entire body. Mr. Huff came up
along side of him giving him a pat on the head.
“I should have known it was you Amy when Rex jumped up like that, he
never does that with anyone else, gosh it’s been a long time since we’ve
seen you, I always ask your Dad about you when ever I see him so that I can
tell Rex that you are OK and will be back with a treat for him.” he said.
He was such a sweet old guy, I had known him all my life, he taught me how
to row the dingy one summer and how to tie rigging knots. Rex had been as
close to being my dog as I ever had, Mother thought dogs were too messy and
smelled bad, so I was never allowed to have one of my own, but Mr. Huff
didn’t mind sharing Rex with me.
Turning to Daddy he said, “Silver Cloud is fine Mr. Martin, she could
use a bath though, I guess that’s why you are Amy are here. Now I figure I
won’t see Rex until supper time” he chuckled. Rex always followed me
around and while we were working on the boat he laid on the dock right by
Silver Cloud and watched us work. He was a very loving dog, he must have
been twelve by now, but he was just as spry as I always remembered him.
Daddy already had the stuff from the Yukon in his hand. “Hi Ed, good to
see you too, Amy will be down here for quite awhile so Rex will get plenty
of attention.” he laughed, patting the dog on the head. “Would you mind
unlocking our locker and hooking up the hose for us so we can get started?”
“Be glad to Mr. Martin, and Amy you can come play with Rex anytime, he
has a new tennis ball around here somewhere, I didn’t ask him where he got
it, I have the feeling it may be missing from one of the courts around
here.” he chuckled. He walked over to main locker to get the hose out and
connect it to the fresh water hose faucet at the side of the locker.
Daddy and I walked out along the dock to Silver Cloud’s slip (Rex right
behind us) and stepped carefully aboard. It was so nice to be back on
Silver Cloud, I had missed working and sailing on her with Daddy, she had
always been our project. The most Mother ever wanted to do was to come on
board and boss me around and drink gin and tonics. She never helped set
the sails or steer the helm. She was also paranoid about getting tanned,
she always wore long sleeved shirts and a big hat – I guess Smarmy Phil
liked his Mistress’ pasty white. Knowing about her secret sex life sure
answered a lot of questions for me about her behavior. On our trip down I
had read all of her journal from the copy that Daddy had kept, I figured I
would know as much about her as I could, sort of a know your enemy thing.
It was pretty disgusting, how could someone take something as wonderful as
Daddy and I had or even like Julie and I had and make it something dirty
and hateful – what a waste. I felt sorry for her until I remembered what
she had put Daddy and I though and how she tried to ruin his life; then I
got mad at her all over again.
I went down below and took off my clothes in the master salon, it was
nice to be able to use it instead of the smaller room aft. I stood there
in my underwear and took a look around and thought about how it would be
for Julie and I to seduce Daddy here to get him to fuck Julie. I imaged it
at night with a few candles, anchored at a small island bay, the boat
gently rocking and Julie naked, spread out on the bed. I didn’t see how
Daddy could resist having her, she was so pretty and young just like me, it
was almost like I was giving Daddy a present with Julie. Then I thought
about both of us with him together and how much he would like to screw us
both at once and I started to get real wet and excited. Enough of that I
told myself, we were here to work, not daydream. I could already hear
Daddy hosing off the deck. I quickly took off my underwear and put on my
cutoffs and a old bathing suit top ( it was really too snug to wear out
anywhere but we were alone on the dock and Mr. Huff couldn’t see this
far). I got the deck brush out of the locker in the bow and ran up the aft
ladder. Daddy had changed in the cockpit and was hosing down the front of
the hull. There was a bucket of sudsy water on the deck and I stated
scrubbing the thin coat of mildew off the aft deck surface. That was one
of the problems of mooring in such as warm place as La Jolla, it was just a
natural place for all sort of mildew to grow, and when it did the deck got
slippery as the very devil when it got wet. Silver Cloud needed to be
washed down at least once a week to stay ahead of the growth. I was facing
the bow on my hands and knees leaning forward with the brush when Daddy
looked over at me from the top of the cockpit hatch cover.
“That is an awesome sight Amy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything
quite like that before.” he said in an quiet voice, staring at my tits in
the brief top. “I keep thinking what I did with those yesterday afternoon
and it makes it real hard to handle the hose.” he joked.
I looked up, squeezing my arms slightly together deepening my cleavage
“I know where your ‘hose’ belongs mister, and the next time we’re alone I
expect to feel it there again” I said, smiling up at him and pursing my
lips and rapidly sticking my rolled tongue in and out of them. He looked
startled for a second, laughed loudly and then disappeared forward again
shaking his head.
After we finished up with our cleaning I took a quick rinse off in the
shower in the forward head and was back in the master salon getting dry
when Daddy came in to change his clothes. He stopped to look
appreciatively at me standing there naked drying off.
“God, this is a dream come true, I used to imagine you in here like this
while we were separated, I often laid on that bed and dreamed about you and
I together. I just never thought you would look quite like this though, I
was sort of fixated on you at thirteen.” he said, dropping his shorts and
walking over to caress my tits.
I reached up and ran my hand across the hair on his hard chest and
standing on my tip toes gave him a warm, wet kiss with a lot of tongue.
Then I moved quickly over to the other side of the bed with my towel.
“Let’s get dressed and out of here Daddy, I want to stop for groceries on
the way home, the salad stuff is definitely at the end of its useful life
and I wanted to get some chicken for you to grill. Don’t get me started
with sex right now, I’ll lose my momentum.” He looked at me speculatively
for a minute but then moved to get his clothes on as well.
“I guess I can wait for a couple of hours baby, but you owe me one,
remember you said you and me and the ‘hose’ alone.” he grinned. “And I
think we’re all here.” he said looking down at his half hard prick.
We said good-bye to Rex and Mr. Huff and drove out of the parking lot
towards the Village and the grocery store. I picked out our provisions as
well as some Sam Adams for Daddy and I to share with the grilled chicken.
By the time we got back and unpacked and cleaned up and had the chicken on
the grill it was almost seven-thirty. The time with Daddy just seemed to
fly by, when I was living in Berkeley the days just seemed to drag, how
different is was to be living a real life instead of just doing the same
things day after day. We had an ale sitting outside waiting for the
chicken, and another with the chicken. After we cleaned up I must admit I
was feeling a bit tipsy, I guess that ale was stronger than wine. I really
hadn’t felt that way before, except for that night in Oakland after Daddy
and I had the brandy.
I went into my small bedroom and got ready for bed, making the
appropriate noises for the bugs. I had taken off all my clothes and
standing in the middle of the room caught my reflection in the mirror. I
turned to face the mirrored doors of my closet and seeing myself standing
there suddenly flashed back to Daddy and I on the boat this afternoon. As
I remembered how he looked tall and strong, his shorts sliding down his
legs toward the floor. I started to feel fluttery in my stomach and I felt
my nipples getting hard. I reached down and rubbed by hand over my pussy
and realized that it was beginning to get warm and moisture was forming up
inside me – that familiar inner tickle that told me I was rapidly becoming
aroused. Well, I thought to myself, I have the answer to that just next
door – and I did owe him one. I opened my bedroom door and called out to
“Daddy, can you come over here to my room for a minute, I think I have a
bump on the top of my head that you need to look at.” I said, trying hard
not to giggle. I got down on my hands and knees on the floor, facing the
door. I was trying to get into the same position I was in on the deck
today when he got such a great look at my tits. I heard the door of the
master bedroom open and him coming down the hall.
“I’ll be right there sweetie, you must have bumped your head on the deck
today while I was hosing it off. Things were pretty wet and slippery.” he
answered, playing the game with me. He walked through my bedroom door,
totally naked, with his prick at half mast and rising as I watched. He had
the audio turnoff device in his hand, but tugged at his ear to let me know
that they were still active. He looked at me on my hands and knees, tits
hanging straight down and came over and kneeled in front of me. “Let me
look honey,” he said putting his hand under my chin and raising my head up
to smile into my eyes. He reached down and took his prick in his hand and
put it into my open and willing mouth. He raised his other hand and
clicked off the audio bugs, setting the device down on the floor next to
his leg. “Oh, Amy that feels so good to have you suck my prick into your
mouth, it’s so soft and wet and your tongue feels so good” he moaned.
I reached up with one hand and slid it under his balls, gently lifting
them up away from his legs and rubbing them with my thumb and fingers. His
prick had gotten really hard and he pushed it deep into my mouth and pulled
it back out by moving his hips back and forth. I just closed my lips
around it and sucked on it as he drew it backwards on his out stroke. He
was holding my head still with his hands on the sides over my ears while he
thrust his prick in and out between my willing lips, it was like he was
fucking my mouth and it felt wonderful! I could feel the top of his hard
prick head on the roof of my mouth as he thrust in, my tongue flat and
rubbing the sensitive underside. I heard a moan escape my mouth as he
started moving faster and faster and squeezing his hands on my head in time
with his thrusting prick. I remembered how good it felt when he put the
piece of ice on my anus so I reached under his balls with my little finger
and began lightly rubbing a circle on his anus with my fingernail. His
thrusting increase as he moaned loudly and I opened my throat with a
swallowing motion and started breathing through my nose as he pushed all
the way into my mouth, my nose shoved into his pubic hair as he buried his
prick up to the hilt into my mouth and throat. I could feel the head flex
suddenly and a hot jet of cum hit the back of my throat and I heard him
call my name.
“Amy oh Amy suck it baby, suck Daddy’s prick, let me cum down your
throat, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhGod! Ohhhhhhhhhhbaby.” he said loudly as he
started cumming inside me, staying buried deep in my throat as I used my
lips and tongue to suck hard on him. I pushed gently with my little finger
and I felt my finger suddenly pop up inside of him. I could feel the heat
of his body on my finger and his anus contracted on my finger tightly each
time he shot a load of cum. It was very exciting for me and I started to
moan loudly as well.
After he stopped cumming he pulled his prick out of my mouth and taking
my chin in his hand leaned down and softly kissed me. I pulled my finger
slowly out of his anus and he gave a little shiver. He reached down and
grasped my hips and spun me around and reached down to shove his still rock
hard prick up into my soaking wet pussy, pushing it deep within me. My
arms collapsed on the floor, my tits pressing flat on the rug from the
strength of his thrust pushing inside me. I was still on my knees and had
my ass high up in air and he was still on his knees riding me, pushing deep
inside of me. He had moved one hand up underneath me and was rolling my
clit hard between his finger and thumb. I felt him wiggle a finger from
his other hand inside of me along side of his prick, getting it wet with my
juices. Then as he continued to fuck me with his stiff prick and rub my
clit I felt him gently insert his slippery finger up inside of my anus as
well, moving it in a circular manner. I could feel his finger rub the
membrane that separated it from his hard prick. It felt strange to have
something moving up both places as once, but it was stimulating and
exciting as well. I immediately felt myself start to cum and I pushed back
and up with my ass, burying his prick and his finger as far into me as I
could get them.
“AHhhhhDaddddeeee fuckme, fuckmeeeedaddy, ahhhhhhhhh shoveitupmy ass and
my pussy ohhhhhhhhhdaddeeeeee fuck mefuckme harderharder OHFUCK” I shouted
as I came. I could feel both my pussy and my anus tighten up on him as I
came in wave after wave. Then I felt him start to cum again as well, I
could feel him shoot right against my cervix, hot and deep inside of me,
for some reason I wished he was shooting his cum up my ass as well, it felt
so wonderful to be stuffed in both places, and to have something to tighten
up on with both sets of muscles.
We lay together on the floor catching our breath and kissing gently. “I
love you Jim” I told him stroking the side of his face and looking deeply
into his blue eyes. It felt so nice to be here with him like this, relaxed
and loose, I felt like I could just float away if I let go of him. I loved
this feeling and being next to him after we had made love. It was a
special time for us together. We finally rested enough to get up and go
into the master bedroom and get into bed. I fell asleep with him holding
me in his arms as I looked out at the night sky, trying to count the stars.
We woke at seven and put on our sweats and began our workouts. It was
great working out together, it was so much more entertaining to be able to
see him working out with me than being by myself. Our run was very nice,
we had decided to run down the beach on the hard packed sand. The air here
on the beach was so soft and smelled so good and the sound of the crashing
waves filled my senses. There was a slight breeze from the water and it
dried the sweat on us as we ran. At the last minute we decided to extend
an extra mile, making the round trip five miles. It was just such a fine
morning that we didn’t want to stop, it was one of those days where I feel
like I can run forever. I had felt so much more relaxed in the last week
with Daddy by my side, all my worries about why he had left me and why he
didn’t call or write, all the insecurities were gone. I was totally in
love and knew that he loved me completely and was mine forever. That just
made my world complete, I felt like I was invincible. We ran up the beach
almost to the slip where Silver Cloud was berthed. I looked up by the dock
to see if I could see Mr. Huff or Rex, but they weren’t up yet I guess. I
did see that same drooler that was in the Shanty while we were having
lunch, he was standing by a car in the private parking lot, he had his back
to us and I was glad about that, I didn’t feel like being stared at this
morning, I was in too good a mood to deal with some fogy perv. I thought
that was funny that he was hanging around there though since the Shanty
didn’t open until eleven. We turned around about that time and headed back
since we were into the build-up areas and lost the beach about here.
When we got back we rinsed off and had our coffee and juice in the hot
tub just like we did yesterday, only today he brought it to me. I hoped
this was going to be a routine, I loved to watch Daddy step into the
steaming water naked. He looked like a Greek god to me like that with his
curly blond hair and his well developed body, especially his long prick and
hanging balls and nice tight ass. I don’t think I will ever get blas
Visit to Airforce Amy 2
By lilguy brownguy2004###
Sex and a lot of speed.
Air Force Amy showed up at the house. She was dress to the night showing off
her thick blond hair. She tight leather pants and sexy 12 inch stilettos. She
wore a tight shirt showing off her boobs and belly button. The shirt was red
and said “Sexy” She wore a Red denimin Jacket
“Sure you can still walk from last night” She said
She was in a red corvette. I limped out. She helped me in and drove down the
road toward the Brothel. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
“Aren’t you going a little fast” I ask
“Like it fast” She said
She licked her hand and unzipped my pants. We were driving down the road at
full speed. She grabbed my thick black cock and started stroking it
“Love to have hot Chocolate in the morning” She teases
“Wait, where going to fas..”
“Don’t fight it”
She put on her shades and laughed and she avoided a car. Her hand was molding
my cock like clay. I felt like I was melting. I lay back in the chair and her
slender hands pulled on my cock and played with my balls. Her finger started
teasing my cock head, rubbing her middle finger across my piss hole. It was
driving me crazy. Pre cum formed she rubbed it faster and faster. She stopped
and started to keeping me from climaxing
“Like that LITTLE boy” She teases
“Ohhh shit” I moaned
She licked the precum off her fingers adding more saliva
“Tasty lilguy aren’t you”
She groped me and slipped a finger in my ass. She started finger fucking me as
she rubbed me down.
“Oh Your amazing Amy, You amazing” I said
She went deeper propping my prostate. I felt ready to climax again. She
stroked up and down on my cock faster.
“Shoot that thick cute black cock of your little boy” She said
I shot my load, shooting cum everywhere. She licked her fingers and put her
hand out to me.
“Clean your mess” She said
I licked her hand clean. I felt scared we were going to crash. She pulled her
pants down a bit and grabbed my hair and pushed me down
“Eat it like a taught you” She said changing gear
I licked around her clit, and started teasing her pussy lips. My tongue darted
in and out as I wrapped my lips around the clit and hummed on it. Amy moaned
stuffing my face between her pussy and she hit on the pedal.
I started to lick the clit back and fourth over and over and then licking
around in a circle. My tongue flowed like a little tornado. I was smother in
her cunt as she pushed my face deep in.
“Ohhh Yesss Deeper. Right there, Eat it. Smell my pussy boy”
I sniff her cunt loving the smell. My head bobbed up and down on her clit as
made loud sucking noise. She twisted my hair slamming my harder. The music was
turn up as the car went fast
“Almost there” She said
I suck and licked as fast as I could until my jaw her.
“Yes … Yesss”
She came on me and made me lick every drop. She made me lick till another
orgasm came. I licked right there and was rock hard. We arrived out the
destination. She parked the car. I was about to wipe my face clean.
“Don’t you dare” She said
She grabbed me and kissed me. He tongue licked my face. She zipped up her
“Marking my territory” She teases.
She left the car.
“Remove your clothes” She said
I did as told as she went into the trunk. She came out and put a collar on me
and then a leash. She grabbed me to her and slapped my ass hard. She gave it a
squeeze. She pushed me to my knees and walked me inside. It got a view of her
I walked inside and she walked don the steps with me. There was a room with a
giant bed, plenty of props. It look like a movie set. She pointed to her boots
and had me kiss them and her legs. Amy smirked and took off her boots and
socks. She pulled down her pants showing off red panties. She slipped those
off showing a wet pair of panties. She places it on my head and laughed.
She turns around
“Kiss my ass” She said
I started kissing her and she stuffed my face in. She sat on my face and put
her head back. Her hand slid down to her clit.
“Lick it baby, lick my asshole”
I tease her asshole, parting my tongue around it. My face was filled with ass
as she made me eat asshole out.
“Nice and clean boy” She said
She started rubbing herself faster and faster.
“Ohhh yess … deeper deeper” She said
I licked faster. She would lift her ass up a bit every so often to stopped me
from passing out. She brought herself to climax. She got up and places a foot
in my mouth. I gagged on it a bit and began licking her toes. I laid there
“You know you have no hope of handling me” She said “Going to fuck you till
passing out again”
She sat down by me and grabbed my cock. Her hand molded it again as she
grabbed my hair and stared me in the eye
“Who slave you”
“So you will do ANYTHING I say wont you”
“Even if I want to slam you in the ass”
She gave me a slap across the face
“Hmmm hook your balls up to car batteries, hang you from 50th floor building,
slap you, beat you, make you wear a dress, hot wax, or anything else I could
“Yes … ohhhh yes”
“Good boy. I think you would like most of that don’t you kinky. Love shy wimpy
guys. Can do anything to them”
My cock came again. Her hands were filled
SLAP SLAP! SLAP!!! SLAP SLAP!!
“Lick it up” She said
I licked it clean. She went to a costume rack
“Now what to wear” She said
She smiled and closes a curtain around her.
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Amy’s Discoveries, part two by Dickus Bigus 2004
g_solo, Mg (dad/daught), inc, anal, rom
8-year-old Amy craned her neck and had another look. What she saw was
one of the most unusual views in her whole life if not the most unusual.
It would be such for any 8-year-old. First of all, what she saw was
upside-down. Oh, that wouldn’t be as strange if not for the reasons.
Amanda Braddock knelt on the floor, back toward the full length mirror
on the inside of her closet door. She bent down low, to look between her
legs. What she saw was a crazy sight. She was stark naked, so the mirror
reflected the full moon of her completely bare, pale, pink butt. The
darker opening of her butthole was clearly visible, as little Amy spread
her buttocks to the sides with her hands. Her index fingers slowly inched
their way toward the brownish rosebud. Shyly, they approached until she
pressed her finger tips and brushed them over the wrinkled, tightened
Amy’s life entered a whole new phase when she accidentally discovered
her father collected child porn. She browsed the internet often enough to
know that was the right name for all the strange files Jason had on his
She felt a little bit bad about invading his privacy, but the movies,
photos and stories she found were so strange, naughty, unusual and exciting
for her that she didn’t much care. Just as exciting, naughty and unusual
was the effect the discovery had on her. Just a few days, watching one of
her father’s dirty movies that presented a masturbating preteen, the girl
masturbated herself and orgasmed for the first time in her 8 year long
Little Amy had a big problem now.
She was not sure what to do about her discovery. She suspected her dad
would be rather angry that she broke into his computer and searched his
private hard disk and she didn’t like the prospect of making him angry. He
was a loving, caring father and the girl would never deliberately do
something to displease him. At the same time, she felt some new, strange
urge, some freaky feeling that develop during the last few days. Now, that
she knew her dad lusted after little girls like herself, and after her
first serious self-erotic discoveries she felt there was something that
linked both of these things. In a vague, half conscious way she expected
she should come out with some suggestion and that maybe he would accept
After the initial fun she had with all the movies and pictures Amanda
soon grew bored of it. After seeing a few of those, you’ve seen them all
really. The movies were just a few types: girls alone – just naked or
doing some naughty things like strip dancing and showing off; there were
girls with other girls, same age or older, doing all sorts of naughty
things; and finally there were girls with adult men, having most sorts of
One thing that caught her attention was that in the case of the younger
girls, usually those real little, under her own age, men would rather put
their things into the girls’ bums instead of their pussies.
Being curious why is that so, she decided to start reading the stories,
huge collection of which she found in one of her daddy’s secret folders.
Soon she found there were many of them and learned to distinguish. They
were marked with something that seemed to be a sort of secret code, but
tracking down a website link she found in one of them, she also found a
document describing those secret codes. Now she stalked every occurrence
of the word “anal”, knowing such a story would describe a situation where
the heroes had “bum sex” as she herself called it.
Amy’s father worked at home and he rarely left, usually only to buy food
or other goods and sometimes if he visited an important client. On the
other hand, he was so deep into his work he also hardly ever left his den,
located downstairs, where he spent his days typing away his fingers to the
bones, coding programs, designing and preparing applications.
Amy would use it to her advantage. She would come back from school,
kiss her dad, eat her dinner and disappear into her room, where she could
freely read the files she copied into her own private folder. Daddy taught
her to read when she was only five and now she literally devoured file
after file with her hungry, young, excited eyes, swallowing the blinking
lines of text shining on her computer screen. She was gathering her new
Every now and then, especially when she encountered a real naughty
action, a hot story, her hand would slide almost unconsciously into her
panties, searching for her puffy, still childish pussy lips and the sweet,
little button at the top of her cleft. Since the very first day she
learned that stroking, massaging, pinching her little clit would give her
the most pleasure. Not, reading the stories her daddy gathered she grew
more confident about her actions and feelings. She learned.
It took her a few days and especially a few long nights that she spent
reading and watching, before she decided to investigate her body further.
She was lucky enough to find a thorough description in one of the stories.
The story described a summer camp for girls. One of the chapters depicted
in a detailed way a “trial” the girls did. Amy judged it would be a right
experience for her, before she tried anything non-solo.
And here she was now, kneeling on the floor, watching her butt intently
in the mirror. It was not a sight a regular 8-year-old girlie would watch
every day, so Amy watched curiously. Her buttocks were pale, with slight
tan lines Amanda got a few weeks before, during her summer holidays.
Now she observed in awe how her own fingers crawled, spreading her
buttocks aside, crawled toward the darker, brownish rosebud in the middle
of her lovely cleavage. She shivered when she felt the touch of her soft,
gentle fingertips on the wrinkled, tightened opening. That was a new,
strange, naughty sensation. In the past she felt a faint echo of this a
few times, when she wiped her bum. Now it was something stronger, bolder,
something that almost overwhelmed her.
Her fingers probed further, one of them pressing gently against the
tightened muscular ring. She massaged her back orifice with her fingertip,
all the time watching her own actions in the mirror. It was before long
that she felt the familiar tickling sensation and she could say she was
getting moist inside her pussy again, just as it happened a few times
The touch and pressure on her sphincter was something new, exciting and
definitely really naughty. The naughtiness of what she did only added more
to her excitement.
She relaxed, like she did in the toilet and pushed her finger further.
It went past the initial muscular barrier and sunk deep into her childish
butthole. Amy gasped in surprise, feeling her digit inside her bum. For a
few moments she just froze, savoring the new, amazing, naughty feeling. It
wasn’t bad at all. Then she tried lightly moving her finger around. The
insides of her asshole was warm, soft, slightly moist. And, to her
surprise, it was empty. Nothing in tere, though the girlie wasn’t exactly
sure what did she expect to find in there. Something rather unpleasant, so
it was even better it wasn’t there, she decided.
She lowered her head to look into the mirror. She saw her buttock high
in the air. The darker opening in the middle was tightly surrounding her
finger, that completely disappeared inside. She shivered. The image of
her own nudity and naughtiness was special. Partly nasty, mostly cool and
exciting. She felt the strange, tickling feeling somewhere at the lower
part of her tummy.
She moved her finger around in her butt. It felt strange, the sensation
of something moving inside in there was so new and so strange for Amy. She
pressed the tip of her finger down and felt as if it touched something
inside her pussy. They were real close, she thought. For a moment she
hesitated, then she changed her position to lie on her side and hesitantly
massaged her pink, fat, puffy cunny lips. She licked her finger and slowly
massaged her pink, girlish cleft. It felt great, she already learned that
during the last days since she found her father’s collection.
She also tried putting her finger into her pussy, but so far she didn’t
succeed. There was something inside, obstructing the entrance that kept
her from probing her fanny. When she tried to push more last evening it
was unpleasant and she gave up. But now, with her finger burried deep in
her bum she was determined to try again, even if it was going to be hard.
She pushed her other finger past her cunny lips. They spread aside and
the girl quickly located the tight, little opening into her tummy. It was
slightly wet. It wasn’t the first time she noticed the thick, lucid juice.
It only came together with the tickling inside her tummy. And it was there
now as well. Even a little more that before. She knew it has something to
do with all the naughty sex things she saw and did recently.
Amy took a deep breath and started slowly sliding her fingertip into the
tunnel of her pussy. At first it went in smoothly, gliding on the slippery
juice her cunny produced. Then, as always, she was stopped by something.
Some kind of thin, elastic thing that closed the entrance.
The girl moved a little to have a better view in the mirror. She lifted
her leg and removed her finger, spreading her pussy lips aside. It didn’t
With a sigh she pulled her finger out of her butt. Not even thinking
about it, she moved it to her nose and whiffed. Nothing like she expected.
It didn’t really smell with poo. That was surprising but also good for
her. The girl got up and looked on her figure in the mirror. She was
slender, quite tall for her age. A dark pink cleft divided the very bottom
of her tummy. Her pussy was fat, puffy, the lips stood out proudly. Now
they were slightly parted and she noticed some moisture glistening on them.
Her girl juice. She looked up and frowned. Her chest was completely flat.
Even her big, round, pinkish nipples were flat. Amy wished she had
something more in there. Even just a little bit, only something small to
cherish and be happy with. She sighed again.
The girl sat on her bed and retrieved a hand mirror from a drawer. She
put her legs wide apart and moved the mirror, adjusting it so that she
could see her fanny in it. Then she spread the fat lips with her other
hand. The insides were dark pink, almost red in places. A few drops of
thick liquid glistened on the edges and in the middle of it. He moved her
finger toward the darker opening and lightly pulled it aside, to look into
There was something inside it. Some kind of thin, translucent kind of
skin or a veil, some strange tissue. It was the obstruction inside her
cunny. Well, too bed, she decided, she’ll have to do some research about
it on Internet. So far she had to return to her A plan. Involving her
She put the hand mirror back in place and took her place kneeling on the
floor again. Once again she looked into the mirror, spreading her buttocks
as much aside as she could. The rosebud of her butt opened, stretched
overtly and a dark, black cavern of her bowel was shown. She looked around
for what she prepared to play with.
It was a tube of hand cream and a short candle. She saw a girl in one
of her dad’s movies put a candle into her bum and she was determined to do
the same. If she wanted her daddy to b able to have sex with her (and she
wanted it more than anything else), she had to be sure he could do it. And
the candle was going to be a test.
Of course, she realized her dad’s thing might be bigger, but anyway Amy
needed something to start her training with. That’s what she called it:
“Training for Daddy”.
Now the time has come. She let go of her buttocks and applied a thick
layer of the hand cream on the end of the candle. Then she knelt down
again and looked into the mirror. With her trembling hands she pressed the
creamy end of the wax cylinder against the opening of her butt. She pushed
lightly. It was tightly closed. She tried relaxing and pushed with her
stomach muscles like she did while she pooped. It helped just like before
and her butt opened. The candle speared in, sinking deep.
It was thicker and much harder than her finger and in the first moment
Amy lost her breath. The sensation was enormous. She felt strangely hot
and she started to sweat very much. Sh also felt the feeling inside her
pussy and realized something dribbled from her girl opening. She moved her
hand and touched her fanny. It was moist. And more of it was coming form
inside of her body.
She took a deep breath and moved the candle around in her butt. The
sensations were so intense she whined quietly. She pulled it out partly
and then slid back in… That as a revelation. The way her body reacted
was so new, intense, amazing, so naughty.
And then she heard a knock on the door. Holly cow! Amy froze.
– Honey? – her dad’s voice was heard. – Uhm, moment, daddy, OK? – Sure!
- he replied.
She pulled the candle out of her butt and threw it under the bad,
together with the cream tube. Then she grabbed a T-shirt from the closet
and pulled it on. It was long enough to cover her butt. There was no time
to do anything else.
– Come in, daddy! – she called.
Jason opened the door and entered, looking around.
– How is it, darling? – he asked – What’re you about?
Amy’s jaw dropped. Her mind was blank for a moment and then she
realized it’s a perfect opportunity to start carrying on her plan.
– It’s… Uhm… I… I’ve been watching my body in the mirror, dad.
Don’t get angry… – Angry? – he laughed shortly – Why should I? It’s
only quite natural to do it sometimes. Why so? – Oh, you know, it’s just
that I wanted to check if I’m growing, you know. – I see… – he smiled at
his daughter – And what’s the outcome, are you? – Not really… – she
frowned – I mean, I’d like to have some bust already, you know… – Oh,
darling – he crouched in front of her. Amy could feel his after shave.
Kind of irritating but nice nevertheless.
– I believe you still have a few years for that, don’t you, honey? – he
looked at her seriously and jokingly patted her butt. – And put on your
panties, little lady – he grinned. She nodded her head. – I can see it was
some serious “watching oneself”, huh? – Yup – she admitted – I was thinking
about how you told me where babies come from, remember? – Yes – he was
serious, but smiled all the time – Anything about it? – I wonder about the
details, like, you know what I mean, when mom and dad… You know… -
she said. – Want to talk further about it? – Jason asked seriously. His
little daughter nodded. – OK. No problem, honey. But I suggest you get
dressed some more and we eat the dinner first, is that all right with you?
It was all right with Amy.
to be continued
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