Daddy's Roadtrip #2
Toilet Training
I was terrified, poised to move but busting for a pee with two very different options. No matter how hard I strained, every muscle responsible for my bladder control cramped painfully, momentarily releasing control.
I felt the shame of a warm solitary pee trickle dribble down my thigh, running out of steam somewhere around the back hollow of my knee.
I wanted to take up my stepfather’s indecent offer, but my conscience railed against the darkness of a pee taboo that screamed… yes… yes… please, Hannah, for fuck’s sake, do it, pee in your daddy’s mouth.
I scrunched up my face and shook my head vigorously.
“I can’t do it, Dad.”
“You can, sweetheart. Please.”
“It’s not like the squirting when I cum. This will mostly be pee, and I’ll flood you once I let go.”
“I’ll drink it all, honey, now… please, be a good girl and pee into Daddy’s mouth.”
My face contorted into a lewd, disgusted expression as I battled with my psyche. Part of me wanted to use my stepdad’s mouth as a toilet, but the decent girl deep inside me wasn’t entirely lost, and she desperately wanted to squirm her way to the ceramic toilet bowl that would be a far more ladylike option for my warm golden stream.
My inner slut won the day, and I shuffled awkwardly towards Dad with a hand clutching my pussy while I clamped both thighs tightly shut. I straddled his face, placing a foot beside either ear, desperately holding on to my golden shower for as long as possible.
I stared up at the ceiling, seeking divine intervention, and saw only cracks in the paintwork, so I clenched my bladder tightly shut, praying to buy myself enough time to seal my pee hole onto my father’s lips.
Control and aim.
Don’t release too soon.
The thought of pissing all over Dad’s face horrified me, although he’d probably love it.
When I slowly squatted down onto my dad’s face, clenching everything that might help clamp my pee hole shut, I felt a moment when my bladder was pressured beyond my ability to hold, and the tube opened wide. I knew he could tell because Karl gripped my thighs and hauled me downward, puckering his lips around my pee hole far more expertly than I imagined possible.
“Oh fuck. That feels so good, Dad.”
A weighty stream of my warm pee sluiced through my plumbing like a brook babbling across a rocky bed. My bladder exploded, and I felt an enormous, ecstatic relief flooding through me.
I couldn’t believe my father sucked my pee so hard, pulling more flow, gulping, and swallowing my disgrace as though it were honeyed nectar. Relief surged when my first golden salvo was delivered as a long, powerful pee jet, and I shuddered.
When every muscle around my bladder engorged, I felt an almost sexual relief. I sighed, relaxed, wriggled to get comfortable on my throne, and gave Dad a moment to recover before deliberately feeding him more.
After a couple more directed high-pressure jets of pee, I paused again, enjoying how Dad slurped me like an ice cream cone.
“Have I swallowed it all, Hannah?”
“Not yet, Daddy. I have plenty more if you want it.”
“Keep it coming, baby. Give me regular blasts if you have enough control to do that.”
“Oh, I sure do.”
I grinned into the full-length mirror while watching myself feed my stepfather a bladder load of pee that washed down a slick, sticky river of my cum. I wanted to know how I tasted with a mixture of regular pee and hormones mixed in but didn’t dare ask, timing each five-second squirt of my bladder with a ten-second rest.
“I love doing this, Dad.”
“Me too, Hannah. We should explore more sexy kinks every day.”
“We have two weeks to enjoy ourselves.”
“Plus weekends in the future, Hannah, and don’t forget, we will extend our fuck buddy road trip until your period comes, and then I’ll fuck your cramps away.”
“Jesus Christ… what am I?”
I’m a fucking slut.
I stared at my reflection, hoping for answers that confirmed I had retained some sense of morality, seeing only a slut who resembled me with nothing to say for herself. I spread my knees and squatted more comfortably, using my father’s face like sitting on a toilet.
Underneath my pee hole were puckered lips sealed tightly, sucking gently around my urethra. Dad wasn’t interested in licking my trembling fuck hole, stimulating a solid clitoris that wanted to play, or enjoying the much sweeter, sticky harvest coating my labia.
He only wanted to drain my bladder.
“You’ve done this before, Dad.”
“Yes, baby. Before I met your mother.”
“Have you ever done it with her?”
“Never.”
“What about my sisters?”
“I’ve had no pee-play with anyone since I married your mother.”
“Until now?”
“Yes, Hannah. You are the first in a long time.”
“Do you enjoy drinking my pee?”
“I like watching girls pee as well, especially wetting themselves through their clothes in public.”
“I can do that for you every day, Dad, as long as it’s in a town where nobody knows us.”
Fuck! Did I really say that?
“Shall we get cleaned up, baby girl?”
“Okay, but you still must fuck me before we leave. You promised, and my pussy desperately needs cock.”
“When was the last time anyone fucked you, Hannah?”
“It’s been months, Dad, because I’m between boyfriends.”
We showered together, and I lathered my dad’s six-inch circumcized cock, washing carefully without overstimulating it. He wasn’t the most hung guy ever to fuck me, but he had plenty of cock and was massively energetic, with colossal power when giving.
I was glad when Dad brushed his teeth, gargled with mouthwash, and checked his breath by huffing into a palm. I felt ashamed, but I soon brushed that guilt aside when I saw how satisfied he was.
When my dad kissed me, I smelled no pee on his breath, but to be honest, I was already floating on a sexual high, taken to a special place where unicorns with dildo horns danced on pink puffy clouds with lucky girls like me.
His lips felt gentle, like a mild spice, teasing out a sensation before burning intensely.
“I can’t get enough of you, Daddy.”
“Mine isn’t the biggest cock, sweetheart, but it will visit you often and fill up your pussy with potent cream. I have to ask, though-.”
“You don’t need to worry, Dad… I’m taking birth control. I stopped fucking my boyfriend months ago but knew we’d hook up soon. I would never compromise our Daddy Daughter’s time by having to resort to condoms.”
“Good girl.”
“I have a question, though.”
“Go ahead, sweetheart.”
“Mom mentioned this family hook-up scheme being the only way to keep our men from straying. Is that true because it’s bothering me?”
“Not in my case, honey. I don’t want any other women. Perhaps Mom should have mentioned this already, but the last time I fucked your sisters was the last time I ever will.”
“Really? Have they refused to oblige you?”
“No. It was my choice. I only want your Mom and you… more you, to be honest.”
“Okay… that’s something new to process.”
“You were the youngest when I met your mother, not even six months old. I taught you everything, Hannah, and now, we play as adults, and I love that.”
“I agree there is a special connection between us, Dad.”
“That’s what I’d like us to explore, honey.”
“We have two weeks for all the fun possible. I’d love to try anal for the first time as well, please.”
My voice trailed off because there was an implication that something fundamental might change between us. Dad had canceled his fatherly rights to enjoy my sisters in favor of focusing on me, which was confusing and exciting.
My heart beat like steam-train pistons, quickening on surging hormones that suggested all manner of sleaziness was afoot. We had already broken perceived sexual proprietary and all manner of societal conventions every time a family hook-up event took place, but none, as far as I was aware, ever included a deep, meaningful love such as I felt now.
“So you wouldn’t ever cheat on Mom?”
“No, never… not a chance, although I guess what we’re doing now could technically qualify as cheating in some people’s minds.”
“Not in a modern sense, Dad. Mom and you consented to our and her planned hookups, so it’s not cheating. We’re enjoying ethical nonmonogamy, but in our case, there is a taboo, inferring incest but not amounting to anything illegal.”
“I did raise you, honey.”
“And you are the only dad I know, which makes this kinky as fuck but not against the law.”
I was determined to give whatever future my father had in mind a chance to grow, but I was no walkover and felt determined that any outcome must be mutually acceptable.
Dad rolled off me and snuggled closer, so I also rolled sideways. We stared into each other’s eyes, and I saw his deep love, that of a father and a man who desired to be my permanent lover.
“Do you want more than we have right now, Dad?”
“Yes.”
“How much more?”
“I want to lie on my back and eat your Mom’s creamy pussy lips while you slide your tight fuck hole up and down my cock.”
“Whoa, that’s a giant fucking leap from where we are right now. I thought pee and period play was taboo.”
A steamy, sensual electric air hung in the room, lifting my senses. The pervading sex smell, largely a result of my pussy hormones, had only intensified since Dad had finger fucked me, driving me insane and desperate for my father’s cock to fuck my creamy, quivering hole.
His suggestion was lewd and disgraceful but very appealing.
“I want that too, Dad.”
“We’ll suggest it to Mom on our return home, baby girl. She can always refuse if it’s going too far.”
My father rolled gently on top of me again, stifling any further discussion about whether or not a threesome with him and my mother might be achieved. If she agreed, I figured, at the very least, I would have to keep my hands off Mom, which wasn’t a problem because I didn’t want to fuck her anyway.
Dad kissed me deeply, and with such passion, I swooned, going lightheaded and trembling like a leaf on a branch, tugged desperately by an ever-increasingly violent wind. His lips pressed against mine softly, like a light mousse, while my father’s tongue searched for mine, electrifying my spine.
His fingers stroked through my hair, and I felt Dad’s knees press mine wide apart until I wrapped my ankles together tightly behind the small of his back, pulling him closer.
My breasts crushed into his chest, and both nipples rasped against his thick, hairy mat. Dad’s eyes were aflame with desire and love, and that feeling of being wanted urged my body to pump more sexy hormones around an already sexually desperate pussy.
When my Dad’s gnarly, rigid cock slid inside my tight, wet fuck hole, I trembled all over and screamed triumphantly, thanking the universe for giving me a great man. My Dad’s hips rammed his gorgeous, stiff cock forward until it filled my warm, velvet sheath so perfectly that I believed we must have been made for each other.
I gazed into his eyes, and we kissed.
“I feel every vein, lump, and bump on your cock, Dad.”
“It’s because you’re still young and have a tight pussy, sweetheart.”
“Do you enjoy fucking me?”
“I love it, honey.”
I groaned loudly, pouting and frowning with the most lascivious, strained expressions, basking in ecstasy, not only because my Dad made love to me so beautifully but also because I desperately wanted him. He pounded my fuck hole with the enthusiasm and vigor of a man my age, never averting his loving eyes while I trembled with pleasure, noisily moaning my delight.
Knowing the pussy that birthed me also milked the same cock as I was enjoying now, twanged a deep-rooted, disgusting kink I couldn’t suppress. I loved sharing a man with my mother, and that felt so incredibly natural; I orgasmed just from the thought that Mom had sucked Dad’s cock the previous night.
The sheer taboo of what we were doing in the bed that my father had tucked me into so many times before reading or rocking me to sleep drove me sexually insane. I wriggled around, vying for position, forcing my wet, tight cunt further onto his cock while pulling him into me, violently spurring both heels into his ass cheeks as though he were a stubborn mule.
When it was time for my Dad to cum inside me, he gripped both my knees, forcing my legs back until I was bent double and could grab my ankles, presenting a creamy slit for a damn fine pounding.
He fucked me with wild abandon, filling my tight, young hole with plenty of solid cock. I stared at him, offering my most loving eyes, and I saw that reflected. When he gripped both my ankles in one firm hand, I enjoyed the feeling of being used and taken by my father, who kneeled and leaned back slightly from the waist to get the perfect angle by which to fuck my gaping wide hole.
Dad grinned, winked, then fucked me hard and fast, panting loudly and desperately because he was erupting in a bubble of orgasmic ecstasy. I was already in a constant state of climax, gasping, squealing, and shuddering as my pleasure rolled up and down a scale of rapture.
When my father shot his hot semen bolt deep inside me, the warmth and comfort of his seed felt primal, accessing my stoneage woman, and I yearned to have his baby. I imagined Dad’s tiny frenzied swimmers breaking out from a creamy soup, surging through me, eagerly racing each other, seeking a ripe egg to fertilize.
They would fail today, but one day, the possibility of a pregnancy between us might exist.
Dad moaned loudly, almost screaming and shuddering like a train using its emergency brakes, releasing immense pent-up sexual tension as he decanted inside me. His cum face said it all with love and lust etched in equal measure on a beautiful, satisfied expression.
My father slumped on me with his cock still embedded inside my trembling cream-filled hole while I hugged him, catching my breath.
“I came so much, Dad.”
“Me too, honey.”
“Can we fuck all night here, then leave at dawn, please?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
“I have my old cheerleader uniform in my closet, Dad.”
“You are such a good girl, Hannah.”
“I’m going to start hydrating much more, too.”
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KATE I can't believe how much I enjoy rereading your great stories. I'll get to #3 a little later. HAVE A GREAT DAY KATE or shou6 I say number one .I like both.
KATE again what an amazing enjoyable sleepy yet very sexy story. I can't wait to read number 4. Thank you again 💓 number one. You realy are unbelievable.