My Daddy Got Stuck #2

Daddy Owes Me One

Dec 23, 2024

I left my stepfather to straighten himself and join Mom in the kitchen. With Dad’s salty, sticky, loving residue burning my tongue, mouth, and tonsils, I hopped onto my moped, rueing that I hadn’t packed spare panties or brought a pad.

Why would I? My period was a couple of weeks away, and how was I to know an opportunity to suck Dad’s cock would present itself as it had.

My pussy was very wet and sticky. My gusset clung uncomfortably to my hairy lips all day, messing everything. It worsened at lunch break when I had little else to occupy my thoughts because I closed my eyes and saw my father’s cock with my lips driving a damp path down its gnarly shaft. I couldn’t wait to get home and was glad I reached there before him, doubly pleased that Mom would be late.

Dad owed me a tongue.

I leaped into the shower, using a Coastal Cypress and Sea Fennel Molton Brown gel with a natural sponge to bathe myself. I ran my fingers through a matted pubic bush, untangling wispy hairs, cleaning the virgin slit hiding inside.

Dad will be my first.

Holy fuck.

I can’t believe it finally happened.

Mom knew I’d had a crush on my father for years, and she told me it would either go away or fix itself. It sounded odd when she said it, but now I knew what she meant. I had fixed it myself.

After I dried completely, including my long blonde hair, styling it in cascading curls, I picked out a pair of panties I hadn’t worn in years. They were symbolic of when my love for Dad began: simple, white, and with a pink love heart on the front.

I took a picture of myself in a full-length mirror, topless, simple, a virgin waiting for her first lover. Then I typed a message and hit send.

“Hi, Dad, I am ready.”

His response came a couple of minutes later because my father was driving.

“I’m pulling into the driveway now.”

I paced my bedroom excitedly, wondering if my bed was where Dad would repay my oral celebration of his immense cock. We had so many memories in my bedroom, cuddles, bedtime stories, and pearls of wisdom he offered when I’d had a bad day.

My father burst through the door and swept me up in his arms.

“Dad.”

“I’ve thought of nothing else all day, Cassie.”

“Do you mean my blowjob?”

“No honey… I mean you. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Me neither… umm, is here okay. I considered a motel room.”

“No way… here is perfect.”

“We have lots of memories here, Daddy.”

“Shall we make more?”

“I’d love that too… please.”

My solid nipples rubbed hard against my father’s cotton t-shirt, raising them further and sending tremors of arousal and thrills through me. I shivered while deep inside my pussy the tight, maiden, pure soft tissue walls ached for my Dad’s cock.

But I dearly wanted his tongue first.

I pulled my bottom lip and stared into my father’s eyes with mild trepidation, seeking his love and validation. When I saw his utter adoration in explosive sparkles deep in his blue pools of affection, my heart soared, and my pussy leaked sweet virgin liquor from a throbbing hole.

“Dad… I want you to be my first.”

“I want that too, but not here and not in a cheap motel. I want us to leave for a few days on a short vacation, stay at a top-class hotel bridal suite, walk hand in hand along a river bank at sunset, dine together, laugh, and celebrate a new relationship.”

“I want that too, Daddy, but what about now? I’m too fucking horny.”

“I can take care of that - lie on your bed, honey.”

As I stepped back, my father snorted like a bull. His cock pressed hard against his jeans, and I saw the shape of the immense tool that I’d sucked and drained before going to school. His eyes were on fire, and every muscle rippled as he tore off his clothes and kicked them aside.

I lay back, eyes wide, trembling with excitement, staring at his immense cock.

“Wow, Dad!”

“What is it?”

“Fucking, you… you are so ripped. How did I miss this?”

“I don’t wear tight clothes, honey.”

“You should.”

My father kneeled at the bottom of my bed, kissing both knees, sending joy-like ripples along each. I felt like a flower finally blooming, my body giving up control to nature, my petals trembling, dampening as though presenting themselves to my father.

It seemed every time he touched me, my Dad found a way to my womb, tickling me deep inside. I glanced down nervously and caught his eye.

“I don’t know how to, umm… sorry, Daddy.”

“I know very well, honey. I’ll teach you how to enjoy your gifts.”

“I want to learn.”

“You were always a good girl.”

“I want to be bad now… but only with you.”

“I’ll teach you how to do that as well.”

My father kissed my feet, licking the bone around my ankle and then flattening his tongue, dragging it slowly up my Achilles tendon, sending shivers along my legs. I moaned; my breasts ached, so I kneaded them gently, then more roughly, eventually pinching each nipple between an index finger and thumb to expunge my sexual tension.

I gasped when Dad pressed his nose hard into my panties, sniffing deeply right where my pussy lips joined in a tight, damp slit. When he lifted his head, I saw him smile broadly while savoring my aroma.

“I know these panties, Cassie.”

“You do.”

“From years ago?”

“Yes, Daddy. You bought them for me, and that’s when I fell for you.”

“Oh my… let’s not talk about that right now.”

My father slipped his fingers inside the tight waistband that cut into my skin because I had grown considerably since the underwear was purchased. He peeled down my moist panties while I lifted my ass cheeks, enjoying the cotton gusset pulling against my sticky pussy.

When my panties reached my knees, I spread my legs apart and raised my head, and we both looked inside, me fearful of my father’s reaction to my tawdry condition, him with wondrous eyes staring into Pandora’s Box.

I stared at my father, looking for his reaction, seeing only love and joy.

“It’s a bit messy down there, Dad.”

“I’m going to enjoy a feast.”

“I didn’t shave, but I can next time.”

“A lady must choose, Cassie. How you groom is up to you. I shall enjoy you any way you wish to be taken.”

Dad sniffed my pure cotton panties before stuffing them in his pocket. He gently palmed my thighs aside, his fingertips like burning branding irons on my silken skin. He kissed each thigh in turn, tracing a line closer to my pussy, his breathing becoming more labored with each soft encounter.

I was driving my father wild with lust and desire.

I wriggled vigorously and passionately as my skin burned, and my entire body shuddered when an orgasm whirled inside me like a tornado being born, desperate to find traction and a place to touch down.

Dad gazed at my pussy while my inner demonic slut screamed silently at him to go ahead and lick me, but his eyes were so filled with love that my angel calmed me until my lover was ready to service my needs.

When Dad’s fingers carefully parted my pubic bush, I thought I might explode, and I panted like a sprinter winning a gold medal. I lifted myself high, arching onto my toes and the back of my head, forcing my legs as wide as possible.

“You’re the first, Dad.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you, honey.”

“Yes, you do.”

I felt the stickiness between my swollen pussy lips when Dad thumbed them open. He sighed, then leaned in, offering a respectful bow before his tongue touched down on my altar, and I exploded.

My father slurped my virgin nectar with a flattened tongue like a velvet cloth licking from my leaking, throbbing hole to my clitoris.

Dad devoured my sticky, pink nub, sucking gently, sending waves of immense, intense pleasure through me, wreaking joyful havoc in every muscle and fiber. My soul ignited, and I stared between my legs at the man who had taken me to the edge of a pleasured precipice with one perfect lick.

My father sucked my swollen clitoris, devouring the creamy mess coating its throbbing tip while purring delightfully like an alley cat in front of a warm hearth. I reached down, ran my fingers through Dad’s hair, and thanked god I finally had a real man between my legs.

I had held out for a man rather than a boy; now, I had the best of them.

When Dad’s tongue slipped deep inside my hole, it was the first thing ever to explore that tight, sticky place, and I orgasmed lightly, surging forward on my sexual adventure like a sports bike dropping a gear, hammering down a highway.

My father sucked my leaking pussy hole as though draining every drop of juice inside me was his life’s most important work. His nose plowed my clitoris, squashing it, pressing the solid nub from side to side. I gripped the edges of my mattress, pulling off a fitted sheet and dragging it with my duvet until both encased me like a puddle of my virginity.

My heart pounded, and euphoria swept me into its heady, intoxicated realm, where my senses were sensually triggered.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

“Not yet. We’ll leave tomorrow. Mom flies out on business.”

“I want you to cum inside me.”

“I will.”

“I want it all inside me, Dad.”

“You’ll have everything you desire, Cassie.”

“Can I take it all? You have such a giant cock.”

“We will make sure you get it all, honey - have no fear.”

I lay back, relaxed, succumbed to his tongue, and stared at the ceiling while my father plowed my pussy. I knew he was the right man for me, not because he licked and sucked me so tenderly but because he was always there for me. My father clawed my pussy lips wide apart, licking every drop of honied nectar that leaked from my hole, teasing but always driving me on to a tumultuous orgasm.

“I’m going to cum, Dad.”

“Let it go, honey.”

“Oh god.”

My body warmed, trembled, then shuddered energetically while I reeled from the impact of an orgasm so immense it cast every fingering I gave myself in the shade. I screamed, gripped my Dad’s head between both palms, and yanked his mouth into me until it was almost inside my pussy.

My muscles tensed, my body burned intensely, and my nipples tingled like they were on fire. I squirted for the first time, instantly feeling shame, but rather than recoil, my father sucked my pee hole, drinking my disgrace. I gave him more, a tiny squirt first, making sure he wanted it. Dad hummed, so I let loose, releasing my bladder, which drained into his mouth, leaving me so relieved, loved, and overjoyed that I couldn’t imagine going a day without enjoying the same again.

As I giggled and gasped, muttering incoherently with my orgasm subsiding, my father crawled beside me, wrapping his arms around me.

“Dad… that was fucking amazing.”

“No less than when you sucked my cock in the garage.”

“I’m scared, though.”

“What about honey?”

“Mom.”

He sighed again, less pleasurably. When my orgasm dissolved, fear replaced my joy and wonder.

“There is something you should know, Cassie.”

“What is it?”

“Mom has a boyfriend.”

“A what now?”

“Your mother has a boyfriend.”