Daddy's Roadtrip #3

A Throbbing Engine

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My Dad fucked me hard all night, having taken a little blue pill immediately after our first session. His loving attention felt nice because I’d been without romance and a hard cock for such a long time.

My father was a fabulous, gentle, and considerate lover, perfectly understanding a daughter’s need for kissing, cuddling, and in-between fuck session conversation. When I needed more sex in the early hours, Dad licked my messy pussy, too, obviously enjoying the pungent, salty load he sucked out and swallowed.

When I woke to the smell of pancakes cooking, I rolled over in bed, stretching sore muscles, and smiled, reminding myself that our two-week road trip would be as romantic as it was lewd.

I leaped out of bed and downed a glass of water on my nightstand before slipping on a pair of flesh-colored yoga pants with a tight crop top. I quickly tidied my hair in a mirror, darted towards the door, and skipped downstairs to enjoy breakfast with my Dad before we showered if he hadn’t done so already.

When I reached the kitchen, I saw my father mopping his brow. He had tinkered for hours with his motorcycle and was covered in grease and oil.

“I’ve had a change of heart, Hannah.”

“Are we doing our road trip on your Harley?”

“If that’s okay with you?”

“Fuck yeah. What girl in her right mind would turn down a sharkskin blue throbbing 114 cubic inch Harley between her legs.”

“That’s my girl. I can promise you there will be plenty of power between your legs for the next two weeks.”

“Oh fuck Dad… I can’t wait.”

“I have a surprise for you, Hannah.”

“Pancakes?”

“Yes.”

“I have a surprise for you as well, Dad.”

“What is it, honey?”

“Watch my pussy.”

With a skillet in one hand and spatula in the other, my father stared at my crotch. He looked excited but not nearly as much as I felt. My entire body trembled like I was in the middle of an earthquake. Every kink in my body exploded just from thinking about what I was doing.

I relaxed my bladder, then squeezed my stomach muscles to pee. I felt free, unusually aroused, and desperate to start our road trip with a surprise. I felt a tickling trickle flowing through my lady plumbing, then a more powerful warm stream, soaking my whole pussy as pee dribbled from my urethra into the panty gusset that was in no way fit for this purpose.

Once my panties filled, the pee stream intensified, dribbling my night stash of urine that I’d topped up with a whole pint of water a few minutes earlier.

Dad’s eyes popped out of his head on stalks like a cartoon character, and I saw his pants tenting as a wet patch appeared on my deliberately revealing yoga pants. My thighs were soaked and warm, with an acrid smell hanging in the air, and the pee stream wasn’t even in full flow.

My upper thighs steamed because our kitchen was chilly, and I caught the scent of a naughty girl who needed potty training. 

I turned and let my Dad watch the pee stain grow on my yoga pants from behind, bending forward so my slit presented itself as a mass of puffy, soaking-wet lips. He gasped, and I moaned, not realizing how much this pee play would drive me to distraction, never mind him.

I reached new heights of arousal, desperately wanting to be fucked but also needing my father to enjoy a moment he last saw when changing my diaper. My pee stain grew, reaching my knees, and the yoga pants felt heavy and drenched.

“Fuck… I’m disgusting, Dad.”

“Not at all…. Last time I saw this, you-.”

“Please don’t finish that sentence, Daddy.”

“No… well, quite right, sorry. You look amazing, though, Hannah.”

“I’m still pissing myself even now, Dad.”

“Squat down, honey. Make a puddle on the wooden floor. I’ll mop it up.”

I did as my father suggested, squatting down onto my haunches as though using a toilet while watching the pee stream pool in parts of the pant fabric before seeping through and gathering again to dribble onto the floor.

I was like a bitch dog, squatting and soiling myself in the house. My disgrace was complete, but I had never felt happier. When I stood, having wholly emptied my bladder into my clothing, I gleefully examined the damage, enjoying the thrilled look on my father’s face.

My underwear and yoga pants were wringing wet with piss that had utterly soaked through the fabric before forming rivulets at my knees that streaked down. My ankles and short white socks were sodden, dripping onto the floor, adding to the puddle I made around where I stood.

I jumped up and down in my pee, laughing riotously as I remembered I had so many years ago.

“Do I look like a naughty schoolgirl, Dad?”

“Yup.”

He nodded, and by his gleeful expression and seeming loss of words, I knew my father was impressed and extremely turned on. I grinned, stripped off my clothes, threw them straight into the washing machine, and set it to a quick wash cycle.

“I’ll shower, then we can leave, Dad.”

“No problem, baby girl.”

“You can join me if you like, and I’ll wank you off just to avoid convoy cock.”

“I’ll be two minutes behind you, Hannah.”

I lifted a plated stack of pancakes, poured syrup over them, took the glass of milk my father offered, and then confidently strode off completely naked toward the stairs. Pee was drying on my body, and it felt sticky and lewd, but I felt very uplifted.

When I hit the stairs, I turned and shouted back something I remembered from a friend who once enjoyed a gangbang.

“The Pagans Biker Gang have their Daddy Daughter day around this time. If you’re rolling with the Harley, we might go there.”

“They will want to swap daughters around like fuck dolls.”

“I will if you do, Dad.”

I stared at my Dad, knowing we’d reached a fork in the road. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since Grandpa drove his ancient Ford F150 down our long country driveway with my mother’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. Here I was, discussing my inaugural gangbang.

“What about infidelity, Hannah? I would be fucking other guys’ daughters.”

“If we both consent and call Mom for her permission, it’s not cheating.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s definitely not cheating.”

“No… I mean, are you sure you want to be fucked by other guys, Hannah?”

“Only if I can watch you fuck their daughter’s, Dad.”

He shook his head, chuckling and shaking with excitement.

“This is going to be some road trip, daughter.”

“Oh yeah.”

I wore stonewashed blue jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and Dad’s oldest biker colors. He would wear the Pagan’s biker gang’s latest jacket and enjoy a new dimension to our road trip.

The biker gang, daddy daughter fuck day was later in the week, so we had plenty of time to think things through, plan, and attend a mighty orgy if we wanted to.

Outside, the sun beamed hot on my face. Birds sang cheerily, and a light breeze wafted through giant oak trees lining our driveway. I was at peace, sexually satisfied for now, but desperate to explore a burgeoning romance with my Dad.

When I slid on my helmet and cocked a leg over the rear pillion, my dad checked our helmet communication earpieces worked, and we talked normally.

Our first-day leg was almost two hundred miles on a road used infrequently at this time of year. During planting and harvesting, the same smooth tarmac we enjoyed gliding along now would be crammed with farm vehicles, becoming impossible to ride with layers of mud, making it dangerous.

Dad tapped his helmet.

“Can you hear me, Hannah?”

“Yeah, Dad.”

“Forgive my asking, but what’s come over you, please, sweetheart?”

“I want to explore kinky and depraved sex with you, Dad. Other things, too.”

“Why all of a sudden, though?”

“Mom’s pushing us together so we can enjoy each other. I want an older guy to explore romance and my sexuality confidently and safely.”

“Is that guy me?”

“Is it Dad?”

He fell silent and contemplative. My father had alluded to wanting a much deeper and more meaningful relationship with me yesterday, something I also desired. Being nineteen and with so much fucking ahead of me, I wanted to open the sluice gates to kinky opportunity much in the same way I had released my bladder to an unbelievably positive response from my father.

When Dad pulled up at a diner around midday, I dismounted and slipped off my helmet. He set the bike on its stand, dismounted, and stretched, enjoying the sun before pulling me close.

“Take off your jeans and panties, sweetheart.”

“Wait, what? There are people around, Dad.”

I glanced in every direction and saw several cars tanking at the pump nearby while diners came and left irregularly and infrequently. A half dozen bikes littered the parking lot, and a few vehicles were scattered, some seemingly abandoned or awaiting repair.

Otherwise, it was quiet.

“It’s mostly bikers around here, Hannah.”

“And you want to fuck me in public?”

“Don’t you want that sexual adventure?”

Dad lifted me onto the leather pillion seat. I faced the back of his bike and knew I was being lined up to be fucked. He kissed me gently, lovingly, taking my lips on a ride through puffy clouds on a sensual breeze.

I felt lifted, happy, and trembled with arousal, glancing around to see if anyone noticed when my father fumbled with my belt, jeans button, and zip.

I raised my ass to help, enjoying how easily my Dad peeled down my jeans, dragging the French lace thong to my ankles. His nostrils flared because my pussy was damp, and he caught my whiff.

Well, what girl wouldn’t be soaking wet holding on to her stepfather for hours with a throbbing engine vibrating into her pussy?

When he untied and removed my leather half boots, Dad slipped off my jeans and panties, draping them over the tank. I was bare naked from the waist down and dribbling pussy juice on his distressed leather pillion seat.

“People can see that I am naked, Dad.”

“Do you care about that?”

“Nope. I guess not, but you can’t fuck me with your pants on.”

Dad stepped away, fully exposing my wet cunny to anyone who hadn’t already caught a glimpse. A guy in his twenties nearby leaned on the bonnet of his car, pulled out his reasonably sized cock, grinned at me, and began stroking himself off.

As our voyeur’s cock reared its full height, Dad dropped his jeans and underwear, kicking them off while leaving his boots on. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing my father without caring who might be nearby. We were a couple of bikers making out with a voyeur masturbating. How unusual was that?

Dad gripped my heels and maneuvered both legs around his waist until I spurred his naked, firm ass cheeks tightly towards me. People watched, but they didn’t approach.

I wanted the guy watching and wanking his solid cock to help my Dad fuck me, but I didn’t dare say a word. I buzzed, no, trembled with excitement as more people stopped what they were doing to watch me being fucked by my father.

They must see our age gap and wonder if we are related. A forty-year-old man was about to ream his little girl on the back of an iconic Harley. Another guy joined the first, leaning on the car bonnet, whipping out his cock. They glanced at each other, smiled, and one reached over, taking the other guy’s shaft, assuming wanking duties for his new friend.

Seconds later, the men were wanking each other off. 

We’d become a live sex show.

“Do you see what we’ve created, Hannah?”

“Yeah, Daddy. These people will remember this moment forever.”

“Let’s make it a good fuck for all our sakes.”

I kissed my father almost to the extent that I ate him, crushing lips and twirling our tongues around one another. My body felt electrified, and I soaked the leather where my pussy juices dribbled down my perineum and pooled in my asshole before oozing onto the pillion seat.

When my Dad eased his cock deep inside my throbbing fuck hole, I placed my chin on his shoulder and watched my voyeurs, enjoying how pleasantly they smiled back while wanking each other off.

Dad gripped my ass cheeks, clawing them apart, steadying my fuck hole so he could get an excellent insertion angle and access. My legs being raised meant my whole creamy, tight slit was readily available. He pounded me hard, and I squealed, then moaned in the most delighted way.

When he lay me back across the rider’s seat and fuel tank, it gave my Dad a much better fuck position, and he took my pussy deeper, pulling my hips back and forth, on and off his cock.

I gripped the handlebars, rested my head on the tank, pushed my cunt onto Dad’s cock, and glanced sideways, enjoying that I could continue watching my voyeurs stroking one another off.

“Fuck me real hard, Dad.”

“Those guys leaning against the car could fuck you much harder than I can, Hannah.”

“Why do you say that, Dad?”

“They have big cocks. Bigger than mine, and they are both much younger than me.”

“I only care about you, Dad.”

“Do you want them to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Oh God, Dad… what are you saying?”

“I’d gladly let them fuck you when I’m done if you agree. At your age, you need a lot of fucking, and I don’t mind helping you with that by sharing your hole.”

“I do, Dad.”

“You do what, sweetheart?”

“I want those guys to fill me up after you cum inside. They can use your semen as lube for their bigger cocks.”

“Beckon them over, Hannah.”

“Okay.”

I summoned the guys, who looked confused but hopeful. Both pulled up their pants and sprinted over while my father carried on fucking me harder and faster than I’d ever felt with any guy.

“When my Dad finished fucking me, each of you can have a turn. It’s up to you what order you go in.”

“Your Dad?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Umm… fuck… err… no, I guess not.”

I could have told them that Karl was my stepdad, but I didn’t want to, preferring that they remember me as an absolute slut.

They slipped off their pants and waited a turn to fuck my hole. My Dad rose on his tiptoes, grinning like the cat that got the cream while grunting like a stallion mounting his favorite broodmare. 

When my father came deep inside me, my pussy flooded with hot cream, and his face beamed all the love in the world at me.

Dad slid out quickly, eyeballing the next guy who was ready to fuck me. The transition between a six-inch cock and one with an extra inch in length and quite a bit more in girth was seamless.

My new lover stared down reverently and sighed when he slid his cock deep into the cream-filled hole my father had vacated. He gripped tightly around my waist and rammed hard, stretching my slick fuck sheath wide open. My eyes bulged, and I puffed like a steam train, gripping his shoulders and sinking my nails into soft flesh.

While my new lover hauled my tight, cum filled pussy on and off his cock like a well-lubricated fleshlight, I squeezed back, frowning lasciviously, panting and screaming my joy. My cunt was being filled by a stranger using a trembling hole my father had just finished fucking.

The younger guy didn’t last long, squirting powerfully through a cock that jerked inside me so vigorously that it gave me what felt like an endless orgasm. I quivered in his hands while my lover pounded my hole, gritting his teeth, leaning forward to slide every millimeter of his solid flesh deep inside my expanding sheath.

When his wanking buddy took over on fuck duties, I dribbled semen all over my leather seat. I felt drenched and as though my pussy hole involuntarily clenched open and shut while my body shuddered in orgasm.

My third cock was even longer and thicker, stretching me more than any guy had. My Dad stood beside me, holding my hand tightly, so I stared at him while my new fuck buddy filled me.

“He’s fucking you real good, Hannah.”

“He is filling my pussy, Dad.”

“I’m glad, honey.”

“Kiss me, please.”

When Dad leaned in and kissed me, I got the full benefit of his calmness and love while another guy debauched my fuck hole with a beautifully gnarly, solid cock. It was a taste of what a gang bang might feel like with multiple guys focused on different holes, each fucking me in sync with the group.

I tongued my Dad, gasping occasionally, enjoying his patience, love, and the fingers I gripped tightly while my pussy was stretched wide and my cervix was pummeled hard by another guy.

I wanted Dad and knew I loved him, but I needed to understand more about how Mom and I could fuck him together and whether or not a permanent solution could be found to sharing in the family.

When my third lover went balls deep, decanting his hot baby-making seed inside me, his cock jerked around, pressing hard against my soft tissue walls for a few seconds each time it twitched.

My orgasm hit a peak, and every muscle tightened until some cramped while tendons strained, expending sexual energy while declaring my climactic joy.

My father gazed down at me while I whimpered, loving every ripple of my unrelenting orgasm.

“I love you daughter.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

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Daddy's Roadtrip #4

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