Daddy's Roadtrip #1

Day One - Amending Our Agreed Itinerary

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It was road trip time.

I loved going away with my stepdad twice yearly for a couple of weeks, he and me alone. We’d enjoy a few days camping, staying in motels for the most part, going shopping, dining in great restaurants, and generally catching up as Daddy and Daughter.

As I stared out of the window, imagining a grand romance and plenty of sex with my father, Mom fussed over my packing list in my bedroom. She sighed, and I thought her mind was preoccupied, so I made a beeline for her.

She pointed at my list, confused.

“You are packing tampons, Hannah. I thought you told me this time spent with your father was deliberately timed to occur outside your period.”

“I start my period the day we return home. I don’t want to be caught short during our road trip.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I thought perhaps you and your father had discussed period play, or you made a mistake on timings.”

“No… umm, I don’t make mistakes like that where Dad is concerned. Period play hadn’t crossed my mind. Should I give it some thought? Does Dad enjoy running a red light?”

“Oh, trust me, your Daddy will still fuck you during your period if you’ll let him, Hannah. He always did it with me and both of your sisters.”

“I’ve never tried period sex with other guys. Dad and I never discussed it.”

“Well… perhaps you should have that chat, especially being so close to your period. Perhaps you could extend a day or two just to try it out. I don’t mind if you expand your access to Dad, so consider that also.”

“You mean he and I should do the monthly fuck buddy thing on top of two road trips yearly?”

“Yeah, it would allow me to enjoy more sexual freedom as well, Hannah.”

I mulled it over. My stepfather was an incredibly sensual, unselfish, and enjoyable lover, but going monthly created more of an emotional context between us. I’d crushed on my dad growing up, so I wasn’t sure what might happen if we fucked monthly.

I went to sit on my window seat while Mom packed my anal plug, some lube I’d forgotten about in case Dad fucked my back passage, and a packet of tampons.

“What about you and Grandpa? Will he fuck you a lot during these next two weeks?”

“Yep, my stepdad is always the same when road trip time comes around. He’ll be on me like a wolf on a lamb, riding my fuck hole morning, noon, and night.”

“Do you question the morality of what we’re all doing, Mom? I’m fucking your husband, who also fucks my sisters, and you’re fucking your dad.”

“Vince is my stepdad, honey… my real father is an asshole who I would never fuck even if he were the last man on earth.”

“What about the morality?”

“Yes, to answer your question… I did consider the ethics when my Mom first introduced the concept of me fucking my dad.”

“And what did you conclude?”

My mother sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I knew she struggled for the right words because our family sexual kink was extremely bizarre, and if what we were doing ever got out, our local community would be in riotous uproar.

“Believe it or not, fucking and swapping around inside the family as we do, keeps our men honest and out of trouble. They need some variety in their pussy diet, and it’s not so bad for us girls to have a change of bull too.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Mom, I love fucking Dad, so there are no complaints from me. It’s nice to have a romantic fuck buddy who has known me since I was a baby and share some fun on a two-week road trip.”

“Dad can’t wait to fuck you every time the opportunity arises. He talks about it constantly in the lead-up.”

“It’s been such a long time since Daddy fucked me, Mom.”

“Do you enjoy his cock, honey?”

“Oh yeah. He fucks me for hours as well, like Grandpa does with you, sometimes waking me up to make love. Karl can’t get enough of licking my pussy and doesn’t care if it’s still dripping with his cum.”

“Does he allow you to use his first name?”

“We’ve discussed it but not agreed yet. He wants me to, but I prefer Dad or Daddy.”

“Because it appeals to the naughty slut deep inside you.”

“Yes, and that’s a place only he ever can reach.”

“Dad does the same to me, and we fuck a lot. If he didn’t get to fuck you and your sisters, I honestly think he might stray.”

I felt sad that family fucking was considered a means to prevent our men from erring outside the fold. I understood perfectly well from my dad that he never cheated, nor would he, but I secretly wondered whether he might if my siblings and I weren’t sexually available to him as a supplement to Mom.

“Consider the monthly’s Hannah. It’s great fun, and if you do, I can also have some fun.”

“What will you do on the weekends while I’m fucking Dad?”

“I’ll enjoy my stepfather. I love him dearly, and he’s a great lover.”

 “Is this what you want, Mom?“

“Yes, honey. I love older men, and I think you do too.”

“I do.”

“Just remember, Hannah, we can make any arrangements we like so long as everyone consents.”

“What about family conventions?”

“There is flexibility and tolerance in our system.”

“Okay, I’ll ask Dad about the monthly’s.”

“And about period sex?”

“Yep, for sure. If he says yes, we’ll stay away until my period starts. I’ll message you dates if anything changes.”

Mom stood up and stroked my face softly with her fingers, staring lovingly at me. We both winced when a pickup truck pulled up outside, honking its horn.

“That’s Grandpa. You’d better leave, Mom.”

“Have a great time with Daddy, sweetheart.”

“Daddy and I are starting things off right here as soon as you leave. He wants to fuck me in my childhood bed before we leave.”

“Hasn’t he ever fucked you in here?”

“No, and I can’t wait to be reamed in the same bed where he read me bedtime stories.”

“That’s great, Hannah. Grandpa will get a couple of miles down the road and stop in the woods at a parking place where he can bend me over his truck bonnet and fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ, Mom, have you heard the pair of us talking? We’re complete sluts.”

“Yeah, but it’s fucking great fun.”

“Bye, Mom.”

I leaned out of my bedroom window, waving at my grandpa, who hugged his stepdaughter when she skipped into his arms. They French kissed deeply, and he gripped her ass cheeks, clawing them apart just precisely when my stepdad came up behind me and leaned his rock-solid cock into my pussy, reaching around and cupping my breasts.

When he tweaked my tiny, solid nipples, I moaned, arching back slightly so he could grope me more easily while I ground my wet pussy mound into his hard cock. My heart rate elevated, and adrenaline, dopamine, and other sex hormones flooded my youthful body, preparing me to be fucked by my daddy.

“I hoped you’d do this right away, Dad, because I feel so fucking horny.”

 “How could I not come to you immediately, Hannah.”

“I’ve missed you being inside my pussy.”

“I love you, baby girl.”

“Mom suggested we might opt to do the monthly thing. I want it, Daddy. Can we please?”

“I’d love to, sweetheart.”

“She also says we should consider fucking during my period.”

“Your mother and I always did fuck during her period. I’ve never had a problem running a red light, sweetheart. It might even help your hormonal balance and the stomach cramps.”

“Mine starts the day we return here.”

“Are you suggesting a longer stay?”

“I’d love you to fuck me during this upcoming period, Dad.”

“Consider it a done deal, Hannah.”

As I watched my mother and grandpa load her luggage into his truck, my father lifted the hem of my mid-thigh length plaid, school-style skirt, placing it across my back, exposing my ass cheeks.

I felt excited to the extent that my arousal leaked like a broken faucet, soaking through my gusset, no matter the fact I had only slipped on fresh panties an hour earlier. Even though I was nineteen, I still wore cotton briefs from high school, preferring their simplistic functionality.

I knew my father liked me looking young, even though I was totally legal.

He stroked my ass cheeks with his fingernails, electrifying me. My stepfather hooked his thumbs into my elastic waistband, flicking it a few times, creating a series of delightful tiny spanks before peeling my panties down slowly, whimpering with intense desire.

“I smell my pussy, Dad. You must be able to as well.”

“You’re always an immensely juicy little girl, sweetheart. That’s why I love going down on you so much.”

My musky pussy aroma fired up an already explosive libido to new heights. When my dad kneeled behind me and fingered my ass cheeks, clawing them wide open, I gasped, wondering if he would finally have the courage to rim my V-card pink sphincter.

He tapped my anal whorl with a wet finger before rubbing it in a wide circle, opening me.

“Maybe I’ll fuck this hole during our road trip, honey.”

“I really hope you do, Dad. I packed lube in case you would.”

“Good girl.”

If ever two words would start my orgasm, those were the ones. I waved at the truck again, just about seeing Mom sitting in the passenger seat of Grandpa’s truck. She grinned and formed a hole with one thumb and index finger, plunging another from her free hand through it, giving me the universal sign of fucking.

I nodded, confirming that Dad had started defiling me, and she smiled, then blew me a kiss and began working on Grandpa’s pant zip while he slipped the pickup truck into gear.

“They’re leaving now, Dad.”

“That’s good, sweetheart. Is Mom sucking Grandpa’s cock yet?”

“She’s definitely working on that.”

“He’ll be balls deep inside her within ten minutes.”

“Mom said the same thing.”

I spread my knees wider apart and relaxed my ass and pussy to give better access, enjoying how my Dad’s wet tongue slid easily across the tightly strung ridges of my anal whorl. I’d been completely waxed by my beautician friend Anabelle who always insisted on ripping off any hair from the ass crack so that, as she put it, if a gentleman were in the mood, he could partake of a taste or insertion without fear of wiry hairs getting between his teeth.

Dad thumbed open my tight, pink sphincter, poking his tongue inside me, licking the soft tissue walls of my back passage as though massaging them. He got his tongue onto the tight nerve cluster just inside my rear fuck hole and licked that until I trembled like a leaf, drooling pussy juices like a rotisserie chicken.

When my stepfather stood up and shuffled to one side of me, I knew what was coming, and I glanced back, enjoying watching how he lined up four fingers on one hand, preparing to pluck my banjo.

I arched my back more deeply, raising my slit, ready to be wanked off. I buried my face into a pillow, no longer interested in seeing what was happening outside our house. Mom would be sucking my step-grandpa’s cock, and, by her admission, by the time they reached his house, the wiry, stallion-like man would have already been balls deep inside her pussy and filled it with his semen.

“I’m going to wank you now, Hannah. You’re a horny teenager that needs calming down.”

“I’ll need to pee right after that.”

“No problem.”

“Then will you fuck me, Daddy?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Before we leave here?”

“I promise.”

He strummed my tight young pussy like a guitar, brushing his fingertips up and down my drenched, creamy, pouting slit. Dad moaned more than I did at first until he caught my clitoris on each pass, electrifying me, so I bucked like a bronco.

I bit into the pillow while my dad exercised his twice-annual right to fuck me, and I found myself wishing he would take me every day. I loved wanking, but he had a way of opening up my pussy like a fleshy, wet flower blossoming for his fingers.

I was sure to soak his fingers because I needed to pee, holding it with all my might for fear of shaming myself.

I gripped the window sill with powerful fingers like claws, as though it was a cliff edge and my life depended on holding on. My father plundered my slit with four perfectly lined up and weighted fingers, slashing up and down between two swollen, soaking wet pussy lips.

I cringed like a sleazy slut, and furrowed my brow lasciviously while furiously biting my lip, opening my ass, and pushing back so my dad could slide his four-finger fuck fest up and down my creamy furrow with a ferocity that summoned my shuddering orgasm.

My body hummed in tune with the universe, and I squealed like the rampant, barely legal slut that I’d become in his hands minutes after my mother left the house. For sure, the option of a regular monthly fuck buddy weekend was on my mind and especially if it coincided with my period.

When my orgasm came, Daddy squeezed my solid, sticky pink bean between his index finger and thumb while sliding three wedged fingers from his free hand deep inside my fuck hole like a pyramid going in tip first. I clenched my young, tight pussy hard, involuntarily pulsing in time with my screams, squashing his fingers together, leaking my lady cream like a fountain.

But I held on to my unicorn pee for fear my bladder would burst and flood Daddy.

When I couldn’t take any more pleasure, my dad knew and withdrew his fingers, licking and sucking each so noisily I felt deliciously ashamed. I shook my head vigorously when Dad lay on the floor, beckoning me to squat.

“I desperately need to pee, Dad.”

“Come on then, hannah. Do it, baby.”

“What… where?”

I stared at him in a blind panic and saw my father pointing at his mouth. I’d crossed my legs and tightened my stomach, desperately holding back the call of nature inside me.

“In my mouth.”

“Are you fucking serious, Dad?”

“Of course, honey, come on.”

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Next Chapter:

Daddy's Roadtrip #2

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