Dawlia swam underwater to the ladder at the deep end of the pool. She climbed to the edge and slicked her long, blonde hair back. She tilted her head to feel the warmth of the sun on her face. She liked the feel of the water running off her body, and the feel of the straps of her new bikini cutting into the soft flesh of her boobs.
Around the pool, a lot of eyes were looking at her; some men, some women. The women envied her great body, and the men all silently lusted after her.
Her nipples were hard and showed clearly through the tiny bikini top. If it was any smaller she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. Could she blame those men for lusting after her? That was the point.
But the whole purpose for the tiny new bikini was lost unless it worked on her husband. She walked toward the table, looking for him among the others lounging around the pool. Her heavy boobs jiggled in the bikini top that could barely contain them, putting all eyes were on her.
But her husband wasn’t looking her way. He wasn’t even at their table, instead he was over by the bar, talking with someone who she didn’t know.
She grabbed her towel to wrap around herself. Just before she covered her body, she noticed the eyes of one man in particular who appeared to appreciate her new body, her dad.
He was alone at their table, and his eyes were right on her. He didn’t look away when she caught him looking. Not like those other, weaker men around the pool, who didn’t want to get caught staring at a hot nineteen-year-old girl by their wives. Dad wore a sly smile on his lips.
Dawlia covered herself with the towel, tucked the corner into the valley between her boobs, and walked over to the table.
“Where’s Mom?” Dawlia asked, sitting down at their table.
Dad pointed over to the bar.
“Your husband and your mother went to get more margaritas,” he directed her.
“Oh. That’s good.”
Mom was walking back to the table with a margarita in each hand. Dad had turned away, and his smile was gone, as if he knew his intense gaze would make her uncomfortable.
Mom set the salted glasses on the table, one in front of her and one in front of her husband.
“How was your swim, dear?”
“Good. It was good.” Dawlia said to her mom.
But it didn’t arouse her husband like it was supposed to. Dawlia put her elbow on the table and put her chin in her palm and frowned. Hell, it didn’t even get his attention.
She looked at her parents. They were sipping their margaritas, and Mom was making eyes at Dad like she was a silly schoolgirl. Dawlia winced. She had seen her look at him like that all the while growing up, but never got passed ‘What was that all about?’
“Who’s Truman talking to?” Dawlia asked.
Her parents both turned to look at their son-in-law at the bar.
“Oh, he’s another one of those FinTech guys. They just met. You know your man.”
Dad snorted and sipped his margarita. Dawlia sighed. Truman was supposed to bring her something to drink, even though she wasn’t old enough. But there was always a need to get the latest scoop on the latest trend or promising next new company. She nodded. Yes, she knew her husband.
Dawlia lowered herself onto Truman’s cock. He groaned. She sighed. This is what she had been waiting for all day, to be right there on top of him, with his hot cock inside her. She put her hands on his chest and moved her ass up and down.
“Yeah, that’s it baby. Fuck me just like that.” Truman persisted.
He had his arms folded behind his head on the pillow and a big shit-eating grin on his face. He liked to watch her big boobs jiggle and shake when she rocked up and down on him.
She wished he would touch her. She liked it when he put his hands on her. “Honey? How about if we–
“Maybe next time, baby,” Truman interrupted her thought. “Just keep going, just like that.”
Dawlia frowned. His wide eyes were fixed on her boobs. She looked over at the nightstand by the bed where her book was covered by her bikini top. Where had she left off last night? Oh yeah, that’s right. She was being seduced by her….
“Baby?” Truman snapped her out of thought.
Dawlia looked down at him and blinked.
“Hmm?” she answered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Hmm? Nothing. Why?”
“You seem distracted. Can you try and focus? You’re fucking me here.”
She smiled. “Sure, dear. Sorry.”
She pumped her ass up and down faster. Truman sighed and his eyes closed.
“Yeah. That’s the way I like it, Dawlia. No one does it better than you!”
Dawlia smiled. It made her so happy to be able to make her husband feel good. What would it be like if he tried as hard to make her feel good, too?
She heard something and held her breath to listen. It sounded like someone moaning. Was it Truman? No, he was breathing heavily, but he wasn’t moaning. It was coming from the next room. She listened a little longer, and her eyes grew wide. It was Mom’s moans. They were having sex at the same time.
The thought of her parents naked and having sex in the next room left an image in her mind that truly made Dawlia shiver. But the more she listened to her mom’s moans, the more intrigued she became. Mom was doing a lot of moaning. What was Dad doing to her to make her moan like that? She looked down at her husband. Why didn’t he make her moan like that?
She closed her eyes and started moaning. Through the wall, she could still hear Mom moaning. She rocked harder on top of Truman and moaned louder. If she could hear Mom, could Dad hear her? The thought made her shiver again. She hoped so. She liked the way he was looking at her that afternoon. But that was her dad. Oh my god!
“Baby? What are you doing?”
Dawlia opened her eyes. He was regarding her with a dumb, puzzled look on his face.
“I’m moaning, honey. It feels so good.”
“Oh. Well, cut it out, would you? I can’t concentrate.”
Truman closed his eyes again. Dawlia sighed and rolled her eyes.
But it was feeling good, or so she was telling herself. Usually, Truman didn’t last long enough to get her off. He always said it was because she was still just nineteen and her new pussy was so tight. She pushed herself down harder on his cock. If she could keep him going just a little bit longer, she wouldn’t have to use her fingers to get herself off tonight. But Dawlia groaned.
“Oh, fuck yeah! I’m gonna cum!” he clenched his teeth tight.
His hips bucked off the bed, and she squeezed his shoulders to hold on. It wasn’t an eight second right, and Truman wasn’t a bucking bronco. The ride lasted only a few seconds, and he collapsed limp under her.
He was sweating and panting. Dawlia smiled. Her husband was like a sweet little boy, and it made her so happy to be able to take care of him and all his needs.
“Ok baby. Get off.”
Dawlia rolled off him to her side of the bed. His cock slipped out of her pussy.
Truman painted and stared at her bare breasts.
She wished he had noticed them earlier at the pool. She wished he would touch them and suck her nipples between his teeth.
He leaned over and kissed her lips. “Good night, baby.”
He hugged his pillow to his chest and rolled over on his side of the bed. Dawlia stared at his back. She was happy to be his wife, wasn’t she? So why did she feel so empty inside?
She picked up her book and read a few pages. It was just after one in the morning, and she was too worked up to sleep. She looked at Truman’s back. He was snoring softly. She smiled. He was so sweet when he was sleeping. And she was so lucky to have a husband who loved her so much. It seemed like such a big deal when she was still in school and that he was twelve years older than her, but what did it matter now that they had been married less than a year? What other man could love her for her and provide for her as well as Truman?
She looked around the bedroom of their vacation condo. Hell, he made enough money to pay for this entire timeshare vacation for them and his parents. She sighed and closed the book. So why did it feel like something was missing?
She heard another noise and listened for a minute. Was that the TV? Who else could be up at half past one in the morning?
She put the book down on the nightstand, threw on one of Truman’s oversized t-shirts, and went out to the living room to see who was still up.
Her dad was sitting in the recliner, pushing a button on the remote, cycling through channels. He looked up when she came in.
“Dawlia? What are you doing up?”
Dawlia shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep. What are you doing up?”
Dad chuckled. “I guest it’s this Caribbean weather. The humidity messes with my sinuses.” He pointed to his nose.
Dawlia sat down on the sofa to the right of the recliner and pulled her legs up under her. Dad’s eyes glanced at her legs, and she tried not to smile.
“It was a beautiful day.” Dawlia commented.
He nodded. “Yeah. A hell of a day.”
“Are you and Truman going golfing tomorrow?”
“If it’s anything like it was today, we’ll probably play a full eighteen.” Dad said.
His thumb worked the button on the remote, pausing only occasionally to give one show or another brief chance before moving on. Dawlia just nodded. She had no idea what men meant when they talked in obscure sports terms, but she didn’t want to look stupid.
“What about Mom? How’s she feeling?”
“She’s pretty tired. She went right to sleep.” Dad looked at her with that sly smile she had seen earlier in the day.
“You must’ve worn her out.”
“You could say I wore her out terribly.” Dad sported a devilish grin.
“What do you mean?”
Dad looked at her like he couldn’t believe she was serious about that question. His sly grin vanished. There was an awkward moment of silence between father and daughter. He sat up in the recliner.
He looked straight at her and held her gaze for a moment. “I fucked your mom’s brains out tonight. That’s how I wore her out, dear.”
He continued this attention and soon turned his attention back to the TV.
Dawlia swallowed hard. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing out loud. She couldn’t believe her father would talk like that about her mom in front of her. It gave her a thrill down her spine that tickled her toes.
She turned her own eyes to the television. But this conversation was too intriguing to let go. She wanted her father to talk to her like that some more. She cleared her throat.
“You did?” She inquired.
He turned to look at her, and his hand absently adjusted his crotch. She pretended not to notice. Was he getting turned on, too?
“Yes,” he answered aloud. “And I blame you.”
Dawlia scoffed. “Me? Why do you blame me?”
Dad glared at her. She was a little frightened.
“Because you’ve been walking around in that bikini for three days, and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I gave it to her as hard as I could. Poor woman. She’s not the one who deserved it,” he said with a snarl in his voice.
The hairs on the back of Dawlia’s neck stood up. She swallowed hard. Her eyes were drawn to the bulge swelling out the front of his shorts. She was afraid to hear his answer to her next question, but she had to ask it anyway. “Who did?”
“You did,” he held her gaze before turning it back to the TV.
Dawlia let her breath out. There it was. There was the answer she was expecting. Why was it not so frightening once it was out there in the open?
Her heart was pounding. She was damp between her legs. Why was she so turned on, like there was the possibility that she was going to have sex with him?
She swallowed hard again, and offered in a low, cautious voice, “I heard a lot of noise coming from your room tonight.
Dad snorted. “I bet you did!”
Dawlia played with a loose string on the bottom edge of Truman’s shirt.
“I wish Truman would fuck my brains out once in a while.” She pouted.
Dad looked at her and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Dawlia asked.
“I’m sorry, hon. I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just that…With Truman, well, money has always been his first love; even back when he and your older brothers used to play in the mud as kids. I remember him trying to charge them real money for mud bricks because his mud bricks held back the mud water.”
Dawlia frowned.
“I don’t see you turning down too much,” she mouthed with an attitude that she was surprised came from her.
“You’re right about that. He’s probably got his love of money from his grandfather, and bucked his old man in not being a penny pincher.”
“I don’t know about his grandpa, but I know he should’ve gotten more from his old man.”
“Excuse me?”
She pointed to the bulge in the front of his shorts.
“I can’t think of too many men who can fuck their wife’s brains out and still be that horny,” she said, sitting on a story of when she heard her father-in-law fuck Truman’s stepmother twice in a row.
He looked down at his shorts. He moved his hand over the bulge.
“Can you blame me? I’m talking about fucking my wife with a beautiful daughter who’s not wearing panties.” He pointed between her legs.
Dawlia tensed. Her eyes got wide. She didn’t think her father would notice. But then she smiled.
This was getting fun.
“I never wear panties.”
“I noticed.” His sly grin returned.
“Truman told me he doesn’t want me to wear panties because they get in the way when he wants to fuck me.” Dawlia flashed a smug grin.
Dad nodded.
“That sounds like Truman. Always aiming for what’s best for him.”
“That’s not fair. We have sex all the time, and sometimes in kinky places. That’s why he doesn’t want me to wear panties. He wants me always ready whenever he wants it.”
“When does he want it?”
Dawlia shrugged. “I don’t know. About once a week or so.”
Dad laughed.
“My poor child. You have so much to learn.”
“Dawlia frowned and crossed her arms.
“I can’t believe you would say that about your son-in-law.”
“Don’t get me wrong, dear. I love him like he was my own. He’s a great kid, as long as he gets what he wants.”
Dawlia opened her mouth to speak but stopped. Was it true what her father was saying about Truman? She had an uneasy feeling in her stomach that it was.
“When he fucks you, does he make you come?”
“I get off every time we fuck. Didn’t you hear me tonight?”
“But does that boy make you cum?”
Dawlia hesitated. She didn’t have an answer for that.
“Does he take the time to make sure you’re satisfied, or do you take care of it yourself?” Dad intimately inquired.
Still, Dawlia didn’t answer. The uneasy feeling in her stomach was growing worse. The horror of what she had gotten herself into as a young bride was becoming clear, especially now that Truman was becoming set in his ways.
“Dawlia, dear, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this. You’ve married yourself to a man who only cares about himself. That’s why he wants to fuck you in kinky places. He wants to get caught. He wants the world to know that he’s fucking a hot piece of tail.”
He paused. He watched her. Dawlia wished he wouldn’t look at her. She didn’t want him to see her cry.
“Has he ever eaten your pussy?” Dad asked.
She shook her head and sniffled. Her eyes were wet with tears and blurred her vision.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?”
She shook her head again. A tear rolled down her cheek.
Dad stood up. The bulge of his penis stuck out in the front of his shorts and looked bigger than she thought it would.
“Where are you going?” Her voice cracked.
He put his hands along his waist.
“It’s time someone ate your pussy, dear. Now spread those legs.”
Dawlia’s eyes got wide. She sputtered.
“B-But…I’m married,” she spat, thinking that was the second point.
“So am I, dear. But Truman’s not gonna take care of your needs, and I’m the only other man in your life right now, so spread those legs so I can get to work on the task of making you cum.”
She stared at him with her mouth open. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and whom she was hearing it from. It was the craziest thing she’d ever heard. But it made sense. And she couldn’t deny how horny she was, or how horny he was. Her eyes dropped to the long, thick bulge hanging down the leg of his shorts. What would it feel like to have her brains fucked out by that thing?
Her tears stopped. She sniffled and wiped the streaks from her face. Slowly, she spread her legs, praying to god that her husband stayed asleep. She pulled up the bottom of the t-shirt. She was shaking. This was crazy. She should not be showing her pussy to her dad.
He grinned real big.
“My goodness. You have a gorgeous pussy.”
Dawlia blushed. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.
“Thanks,” she mouthed.
He got on his knees between her spread legs and put his hands on her calves.
“Now you just relax and enjoy the ride. Let me do all the work, dear.”
He started by kissing the insides of her thighs, at her knees, switching from one leg to the other. Dawlia gasped with each tender kiss. It felt like he was touching her with a wire that sent jolts of electricity through her body. His mouth moved closer to her pussy, and her breathing got heavier. The anticipation was driving her out of her mind. She lifted her ass off the sofa to push her crotch closer to his mouth.
But when he got to her pussy, he didn’t dive in and start licking, like she expected. He touched his lips to her wet, puffy pussy lips, and kissed her all around the soft hairs on her mound. She groaned.
“For God’s sake, Daddy. Please eat me.”
He lifted his head from between her legs. His mouth and cheeks were shiny with juices from her pussy. He slipped two fingers into her pussy. She flinched.
“In good time, my dear. You are a work of art. I can’t rush my work.”
He fingered her pussy and rubbed his thumb over her clit, all the while looking at her with that sly grin and those devilish eyes. She was chewing on her lower lip and moaning and bucking her hips up against his hand. Why was he teasing her like that? She had waited all her life for someone to eat her pussy.
He went down and licked her pussy. His tongue was warm and wet and sent tingles all the way up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut and her back arched up.
“Oh fuck yes!” She shouted.
Dad lifted his head again.
“Please, keep your voice down, dear. I don’t want you to wake Truman. I can’t finish this if I have to explain to him why I’m eating his wife’s pussy.”
“What about Mom?”
He laughed. “I don’t think you can scream loud enough to wake her up right now.”
He dipped his head between her thighs and licked her pussy. Dawlia sighed. That felt so good. She lifted her head to watch his tongue slide over her pussy lips. He poked the top of his tongue into her pussy and she moaned. He was holding her hips. She churned them in his hands.
Her head fell back to the cushion. Her back undulated like a snake. She squeezed her lips together to keep her voice down.
He was making her cum already. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the ceiling. She shouldn’t be so surprised. She was so worked up just thinking about getting fucked with that thing he had in his shorts.
“Oh fuck…Oh God Dad… You’re making me cum,” she mouthed sultry.
She put one hand on his head, squeezing her thighs together on his ears. With her other hand, she grabbed the pillow beside her, pressed it down over her face, and screamed into it as long as she could.
He kept licking. Her orgasm went on forever. Her whole body jerked with hard spasms. She couldn’t catch her breath. How did he make it feel so good?
When the spasms finally passed, she was left limp and quivering. She removed the pillow from her face. She was panting and sweating and twitching. Her legs hung limp over his shoulders. He was still licking her pussy.
“Oh my god! That was fucking awesome!”
“Glad you liked it.”
“You can do that to me any time.”
He stood up and wiped her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Any time you need it, dear, you just let me know.”
Dawlia clanked at his cock, hanging in the leg of his shorts. Was it even bigger? She shivered.
“Where are you going?” She had to ask.
He rubbed the long, thick bulge in his shorts.
“I have to wake up your mom and fuck her brains out again. Poor woman. She has to pay the price for your hot body,” he said, walking back to their bedroom.
Dawlia watched him go. She stuck her finger in her wet pussy, and sighed, resolving that her body couldn’t be taxed with being ate out and fucked by that big thing without waking up her husband.
She pulled the t-shirt down and went back to her bedroom. She slipped under the sheets, next to her sleeping husband. In a few minutes, she heard deep moans from the next room. She sighed again. Those moans were real, not fake like her own for someone else’s benefit.
She looked at Truman. He had rolled on this back, and his snoring was louder. She shook her head, wishing she had a husband with a very huge cock who could make her moan like that. But tonight, she had to settle for a quivering pussy still shaking from the aftermath of orgasm, and that, very soon, a huge cock was going to make her moan just like that.
The next day they all met for lunch at Calleb’s, a café with a wooden deck off the back that looked out over the sea. Mom and Dad had got up early, and met them there. The men ordered burgers. Dawlia and Mom both wanted the salad bar and went inside together to fix their salads.
Dawlia was talking about where they might go shopping that afternoon while the men were golfing, when she got to the door and realized she was alone. She looked around. Mom was behind her, moving slowly, hobbling like she was in pain.
“Mom? What’s wrong?” Dawlia held the door open.
Mom chuckled as she went into the cool air-conditioning of the restaurant.
“Oh, it’s just my old back. I must have slept wrong again.” Mom limped in the direction of the salad bar.
Dawlia nodded. “I can imagine.”
At the salad bar, Mom fixed a tiny salad that would hardly satisfy a bird. Dawlia was picking at different things, putting a little of this and a little of that on her plate, until she had a mound of salad flowing over the edge of her plate.
“Come on, Dawlia. We don’t want to keep the men waiting.”
Mom was already hobbling back out to the patio.
Dawlia stirred the ranch dressing with the ladle and then put a dab on the corner of her salad that had no dressing. She was having trouble focusing. Her mind was not on her salad. Her mind was on….
Dad held the door open for his wife and came into the café. Dawlia smiled. Her mind was on the source of Mom’s back pain.
Dad walked over to the salad bar and pointed at her plate.
“Are you going to eat all of that?”
Dawlia looked at the plate and shrugged. “I hate salads.”
He just smiled and went to the men’s restroom. Dawlia sighed and let the ladle plunk in the ranch dressing. Her life was just like her salad. She had a lot of good things, but none of it was what she wanted. What she wanted was a side of beef.
She put the plate down on the edge of the salad bar and brushed her hands together. So much for that. She let out a deep breath. It was time to take some action, something drastic. After last night, she had no other choice, and there would be no going back.
She waited in front of the men’s room. When the door opened and Dad came out, she took his hand before he could say anything.
“Come with me. I need to show you something.” Dawlia said.
She led her dad out the front door of the restaurant. She glanced back to make sure her husband was not following.
“Dawlia?”
Dad had a puzzled look on his face. She put her finger to her lips. She dragged him around the corner to the parking lot. It was hot out there, and the sun was bright. Off to the side of the restaurant, though, was a shaded area under and awning.
“Dawlia? What are we doing? My lunch is gonna get cold.”
“Don’t worry, Dad. You’ll get back before your cheeseburger gets there,” Dawlia calmed him. She pulled her shirt up over her boobs. “Do you like how my tits look in this bra?”
He looked down at her breasts. His eyebrows arched up.
“Yeah. They look great. Why?”
“Feel them. How do they feel to you?”
Dad hesitated. His eyes narrowed, like he was suspicious. But he put his hands on her boobs and gave each a firm squeeze.
“They feel great. Why are we out here?”
Dawlia reached down and pressed her hand to the front of his shorts. It worked. He was growing hard. He nearly jumped.
“I just wanted to get you alone for a few minutes.” Dawlia added playfully running her fingers up the middle of his chest.
She squatted in front of him and pulled down his zipper.
“Dawlia,” Dad said. “We don’t have time for this. We have to get back to our lunch.”
She reached into his shorts and pulled out his penis. Her eyes got big.
“This is my lunch.” She growled.
Dawlia licked the head. It was about as big as a plum. Dad sighed and leaned back against the wall.
But she had guessed too soon. His penis had only started to grow. She stroked it slowly in her hand amazed to watch it grow longer and thicker before her very widening eyes.
“Holy shit!” She muttered.
It got so thick she couldn’t close her finger around it. It hung to about his knees, bent down at an angle.
“My god! You’re twice as big as Truman, at least. This is what you used on Mom last night?”
“I’m afraid so.”
She shook her head. “That poor woman. No wonder she can barely walk.”
She licked down the side of the thick shaft and let the tip of her tongue run over the ridges of the veins. Hanging between his legs was a pair of fat balls to match his huge cock.
She opened her mouth wide and put the head of his cock in, past her lips. It stretched her jaw and flattened her tongue. She gagged. She took it out of her mouth and stared at the fat head. What was she going to do now? Had she gotten herself into more than she bargained for? She looked up at him and smiled, feeling sheepish.
“This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.” Dawlia murmured.
“It’s usually too much for most women their first time.”
“What does Mom do when she blows you?”
“She doesn’t try too hard. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
Dawlia nodded. That was good advice. But it didn’t help. She still didn’t know how she was going to get all of that cock in her mouth.
She licked her lips. With one hand around his shaft and one hand on his leg to hold herself steady, she lifted the head to her mouth. She kissed it, opened her mouth, and sucked it. Dad moaned. She pumped the shaft in her hand and moved her head back and forth as much as she could.
“Oh yes, Dawlia,” Dad breathed.
She turned her eyes up to see his face. He seemed to be enjoying it. He didn’t seem to mind that she could only get the head and about an inch or so of his shaft into her mouth. But then, that was probably what he was used to for a blowjob.
She didn’t have much time to finish. Truman and Mom would be wondering where they went. She sucked a little hard and moved her head back and forth a little faster. Dad was groaning.
But his cock went too deep and hit the back of her throat. She gagged.
“Take it easy, dear,” he warned.
Dawlia nodded with his cock still in her mouth. That was what he meant by not trying too hard. It would be easy to choke herself on this cock. Slow and easy would work best on this beast.
She worked her head back and forth slowly, sliding the first couple of inches of his cock back and forth over her tongue. She took her other hand off of his leg and closed it around the shaft. She was going to need both hands to get this monster off.
Dad moaned again. His eyes were closed. His hips moved back and forth slowly. It was working. She just wished she had one free hand to finger her pussy. Even better, if she could just put this cock in her pussy, she could get him off that way.
The thought of her fucking her father gave her a thrill. But what the hell was the big deal? She already had his cock in her mouth, her pussy in his. It was just another step to have him fuck her.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, Dawlia.”
His hips pushed out towards her, forcing his cock a little deeper into her. She looked up to his face again. This was a surprise. She didn’t thing she was doing that good.
His cum erupted like a mini volcano had gone off in her mouth. Her eyes bulged. It was thick and hot and filled her mouth faster than she could handle. Her cheeks puffed out. She clamped her lips around the shaft to seal it in. She couldn’t take it out of her mouth. It would go all over. How would she explain cum stains on her shirt to Truman?
She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to keep up with the flow. Some of it leaked out past her lips.
“Oh fuck yes, Dawlia. That was good!”
Dawlia swallowed the last of his cum and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her shirt was still up over her tits and the bit of cum that had escaped past her lips landed on her left tit and dripped down into the valley where they were squeezed together.
She gave the end of his cock one last kiss and stood up. She cleaned the drops of cum from her lips with her fingers.
“Goddamn! You could’ve warned me about that.”
“About what?”
His cock was still long and erect. He was trying to bend it back into his shorts. But he had that sly smile on his face.
“You know about what. About your cum. Jesus, Dad! You told me not to choke on your cock. You didn’t tell me you were going to drown me with your seed!”
Dad chuckled. “I’m sorry, dear. I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to see the look on your face.”
She licked the cum off her finger and pulled her shirt down.
“Was it anything like the look I had on my face last night when you had your tongue in my pussy?” She asked.
Dad laughed again.
“Come on. We’d better get back before they begin to wonder where we ran off to.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just tell them I brought you out here to give you a blowjob.” Dawlia joked half-seriously.
She put her hand in his and they went back into the restaurant.
Dawlia put the cap back on the bottle of aloe lotion. Truman was supine on the bed with two pillows under his head with his eyes closed. She smiled. He looked more comfortable now. The sunburn on his arms and legs were still an angry red, but at least with a coating of lotion he wasn’t in so much pain.
She kissed his forehead.
“You just try to get some sleep, baby.”
“Sorry about dinner.” He apologized through closed eyes.
She put the bottle of lotion on the table by the bed.
“Don’t worry about it. You know I don’t like lobster, anyway.”
She shut off the light and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. She looked in on him one last time and smiled. Her poor baby was hurt. She was going to take care of him.
Mom and Dad were in the other room. Dad had just returned with Chinese carryout and the smell was making her stomach rumble.
Dad was sitting in the recliner. Mom was on the sofa, and Dawlia couldn’t help thing that she was sitting in the same spot where she was sitting last night, when her dad stuck his head between her legs and gave her the best orgasm of her life.
Mom handed her a plate of sesame chicken with an egg roll and some fried rice.
“Sorry about your dinner, dear,” Mom comforted her. “I know you were looking forward to having lobster tonight.”
Dawlia stabbed a piece of sesame chicken with her fork.
“Don’t worry about it. I love Chinese food, too.”
Dad was looking at her with that sly grin. Dawlia had a forkful of rice she was just about to eat. His look made her nervous, and she felt warm all over. She smiled back at him and ate her rice.
Mom picked a movie to watch, a cute love story. Dawlia watched it with them for a while, and then went to bed early. A full day of running around had worn her out. She slipped into bed next to Truman, who was snorting softly on his back, and in only a handful of moments, she was out, too.
Dawlia woke up with a gasp. The room was dark. Where was she? Truman was snoring softly. She let out a breath. Of course. She was in the bedroom in the vacation condo.
She rolled over onto her back. How did she fall asleep on her stomach? She never slept on her stomach. It was hard to sleep that way with big boobs.
At least Truman was still asleep. She could hear his soft snoring in the darkness. It was a little after two in the morning. She listened for the TV. Were Mom and Dad still up? But she heard nothing. They must have gone to bed.
She listened for Mom’s moans from the next room, but again heard nothing. The condo was quiet. She was sure he would give it to Mom hard tonight, and she wished she could have been the one to take it in her place. If he did, though, she must have slept through it.
Dawlia rolled on her side and closed her eyes, but she could not get back to sleep. She couldn’t get her father’s huge cock out of her mind. If she wasn’t afraid of waking Truman, she would turn on the light and read.
She slipped out of bed and stopped at the door. It was too dark to find one of Truman’s shirts. She didn’t want to turn on the light. All she was wearing were her panties. She felt on the carpet with her toes for her shirt. She didn’t want Dad to come out and find her in her underwear.
She giggled. Who was she kidding? That was exactly what she wanted to happen. She found her bra and picked it up, but didn’t put it on.
The remote was left on the arm of the recliner. She plopped into it, where Dad had sat with one leg folded under her and flipped through the channels.
There wasn’t much on. She found the movie she was watching with Mom and Dad, but it was right at the end. She kept flipping.
She lost track of time. She was flipping channels for a long time when she finally started to get sleepy again. Her eyelids were drooping and she was about to go back to bed with Truman when she heard a bedroom door open. She grabbed her bra. What if it was Mom? Would she think she was weird for watching TV at two in the morning in her underwear?
It was Dad, fortunately.
She smiled and lowered the bra. He was wearing loose boxers and a t-shirt and he was rubbing his eyes.
“Dawlia? What time is it? What are you doing up? He asked covering his yawn.
“It’s after two. I couldn’t sleep.”
Dad sat down on the sofa.
“I wasn’t having that problem.
“Did the TV wake you up?” Dawlia inquired
Dad nodded. He looked at the TV, then at her bare boobs, as if he just now noticed that she was half naked.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I thought you would be fucking Mom’s brains out.”
Dad laughed. “She’s had more than her share this week.”
Dawlia just looked at him puzzled.
“Mom can only take me about once a week, but this has been a vacation, so. I need it more often than that. A lot more. So she shares me.”
“Shares you? With who?”
“Your aunt and a couple of her closest girlfriends.”
Dawlia shook her head.
“Wow. This is so bizarre. I never would have thought my parents were into that.”
Dad shrugged. “It keeps me fresh. And it gives her a break.”
“How many times a week do you fuck other women? Other than Mom?”
“Three or four,” Dad said, and then added. “Sometimes more than one a day.”
“Goddamn! You’re just a fucking machine. You’re gonna wear those women out.”
“That has come up once or twice.”
Dawlia smirked and leaned over the arm of the recliner, so her bare breast rested on her arm.
“What you need is someone fresh.” She pointed out.
Dad’s eyebrows went up. “You?”
Dawlia nodded. “I really like Mom. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to, you know, add me to your rotation.”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to talk to Mom about that first.”
Dawlia stood up. She left the bra behind on the recliner. Dad’s eyes looked right at her big tits and grinned. She cupped them in her hands.
“If you’re worried that I had trouble giving you head this afternoon, all I need is practice.”
She tugged at his boxers. He lifted his butt off the sofa to let her take them off. His penis lay across his thigh, already half hard.
“I have no doubt you can learn to suck more of it with practice. Maybe even all of it.”
Dawlia pulled his knees apart and knelt between his legs. Her eyes looked for his growing penis up to his face.
“All of it?” She asked coyly.
“If I fucked you now, without Mom’s blessing, well, I would feel like I was cheating on her.”
His cock stood up on its own. Dawlia sucked him her breath and her pulse raced. It wasn’t so long since she had it in her hands and in her mouth that day, but it was easy to forget how big it really was. She maneuvered in between her tits and squeezed them around the shaft.
“Then let’s think of this as an audition. I just hope I get the job.”
She flashed her eyes at him and slid his cock between her tits. She bent her head down to lick the head when it came up. He had a big grin on his face.
“You know I can’t resist your great tits, Dawlia.”
“Is that so? How about if I do this?”
Dawlia bent down and sucked the end of his cock into his mouth. Her jaw stretched wide. It went deeper into her mouth than she expected, and touched the back of her mouth. She gagged. But it wasn’t as bad as the trouble she had with it earlier that afternoon.
She closed her lips around the shaft, just under the flare of the head, feeling smug. Already she had learned how to handle it.
“All right, Dawlia. If you’re gonna play hardball, you win. But just this once. And don’t tell your mother.”
Dawlia sucked his cock out of her mouth and held up her right hand.
“I’ll swear. Not a word or even a moan.”
Dad chuckled. “Ok. Now take your panties off.”
Dawlia stood up. She was shaking. Her eyes were on Dad’s cock, which seemed to get longer and thicker every time she looked at it. She was excited that she got to get fucked by that thing, but she was nervous about it at the same time. She had trouble getting it into her mouth. How was she going to get it in her pussy?
She turned her back to him, hooked her thumbs over the elastic waistband of her panties and bent at the waist to push them down off her hips and down her legs. She watched his face over her shoulder. She liked the look on his face. His eyes were on her ass.
She straightened up, lifted each foot out of her panties, and turned back to face him. A shiver ran down her spine that made her nipples stand out. She was completely naked in front of her father. She laughed a nervous laugh.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so…crazy! What would Truman think if he found out I was about to let my dad fuck me?”
“Don’t worry about Truman. He’s not going anywhere. Now come on up here and let’s get started.”
He held out his hand. Dawlia put her hand in his.
“You really wanna fuck me, don’t you?
“Of course.”
She stepped up on the sofa, with her feet on either side of his hips, and lowered herself to her knees on his lap. The shaft of his cock rubbed along her warm, wet slit.
She closed her eyes. Her hips rocked back and forth, rubbing her wet pussy on his hard shaft. She moaned through her parted lips. It felt so good. Dad had his hands on her boobs, squeezing gently. She leaned forward so he could lick her nipples, and when he bit them in his teeth, it made her gasp.
She bit her lower lip and moaned. There was a yearning in her gut to feel Dad’s cock inside her, to feel it stretching her open. It was going to hurt. Hell, it hurt the first time Truman fucked her, the day he took her new virginity.
She lifted one leg and reached down for his cock. She had to bend it a bit to get it lined up with her pussy. Dad winced a little. She hoped she wasn’t hurting him.
She had one hand on his shoulder. With her other hand, she rubbed the head of his cock on her slit. Dad was moaning, too. It couldn’t have been hurting him that much.
The head of his cock nestled between the lips of her pussy. She held it there, to keep it from pushing up inside her too soon.
“Go slow, Dawlia.”
She nodded. That much she remembered. His hands moved down from her tits to her waist. She tensed. Was he going to force her down on his cock? But he was holding her up, not pulling her down.
She let her weight down on his cock just a tiny bit. The head split her pussy lips apart. She lowered her weight a bit more.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered.
It was painful. She had both hands on his shoulders and her mouth hung open. What was she thinking by trying to get something so big into her tiny hole?
“You like that, Dawlia.”
She could only nod. It hurt, but there was something there that felt good, also. She moved up and down very slowly on the head of his cock. It was all she had of it inside of her, and it was probably as much as she would ever get.
She closed her eyes and moaned. Her pussy had stretched to accommodate the fat head, and now it felt so good. She lowered her head to Joe’s shoulder and moaned into his ear.
His grip on her waist eased. She dropped. A few inches of his cock went up inside her pussy. Her head came up off his shoulder and she gasped.
“Dawlia? Are you all right?” Dad asked.
She looked down into his eyes.
“I think you’re really fucking me now.” Dawlia commented.
“How does it feel?”
She had stopped moving. She wiggled her hips carefully side to side and looked at him with a big smile on her face.
“It feels good. Oh my god. It feels fantastic!” She pushed herself up and let herself come down on it again and sucked in her breath. “Fucking Truman never felt like this!”
She moved her ass up and down, very slowly. Dad was not holding her by her waist anymore, but was squeezing and sucking her tits. She pushed herself up and down with her knees.
Her eyes rolled back, and her head dropped to his shoulder again. It was as good as she imagined. The feeling of being filled by so much hot, hard cock was worth the discomfort of being stretched open.
Dad was breathing hard. She must have been doing something right. The discomfort passed. Soon, she had the intense pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her. She pushed herself up and down a little faster. The more she fucked herself on his cock, the easier it got.
“I think I can do this.” Dawlia groaned deep.
She just went slowly, like Dad said. There was no need to go fast. He was still going to make her cum.
“You’re doing just fine, Dawlia. I’m gonna cum now.”
“Oh yes. Please. Give it to me!”
Her voice was a whimper. She pumped her ass faster. His cock slipped deeper into her cunt.
The first blast of cum in her belly made her scream. Her body jerked and spasm. She tried to bury her face in his shoulder to muffle her cries. Dad wrapped his arm around her, like he was trying to keep her from falling off.
He thrust up with his hips each time his cock pulsed and flooded her with more cum. She yelped. There was no way to tell how much of that fat thing she had in her pussy. It didn’t matter. She was too busy coming herself.
His thrusting stopped and he lay limp on the sofa beneath her, panting. He had one hand on her back, stroking her ass. She was still twitching and moaning and rocking herself up and down on his cock. It was much deeper insider that much she could tell. She never would have believed anything so long and thick could have gone so deep insider her.
She kissed the side of his neck.
“Thanks for the great fuck…Dad.”
“Sure thing, dear.”
He turned his head and kissed Dawlia deep. His cum was still flowing into her belly.
She leaned back and pressed in on her belly, just below her bellybutton. Deep inside was a hard lump of his cock.
“Goddamn!” How much of your cock do I have inside me?”
“Almost all of it. I knew you could do it.”
His cock was going soft. Dawlia lifted her legs and rolled off him to the sofa beside him. His long cock slipped out of her with a slurp, and she groaned. The sudden empty feeling was depressing.
Dad stood up and pulled up his boxers.
“I gotta tell ya. That was the best time I’ve had in a long time.”
“Thanks.”
She sat back with her legs parted. His heavy load was dripping from her pussy lips. With his cock arranged in his boxer shorts, Dad bent down and kissed Dawlia’s forehead.
“When we get back home, we’ll talk about this with Mom to see if she wants to…add you to the rotation. Good night, dear,” he headed back to the bedroom.
Dawlia waited to hear the door click shut and let out a sigh. Was he serious? I thought he was just pulling my leg. Anyhow…. She had a big smile on her face that would not go aways. Dad’s cum continued to drip from her pussy. She touched her fingers to her pussy lips to wipe up a drop and licked it off her finger. She was going to enjoy this new arrangement.
Truman was able to join them for breakfast. They all went back to Calleb’s, where a big breakfast buffet was set out with fruit and pancakes and waffles and anything else anyone could want for breakfast.
Truman wasn’t moving very well, but he was able to make it to the table on the back deck of the café, where the morning sun was bright, and a cool, comfortable breeze blew in from the sea.
Dawlia made sure Truman was settled at the table with a glass of orange juice and headed to the buffet where her parents were fixing their plates for breakfast.
Dawlia walked stiffly. Deep in her belly was an ache to reminder of the ride she had taken late last night. She looked at Dad to catch his eye and give him a smile like they shared a secret, but he was too busy covering his waffles with syrup.
Instead, Mom looked at her as she approached the buffet. Her eyes narrowed.
“Honey? What’s wrong?”
Dawlia shrugged. “It’s just my…back. I must have slept wrong.”
Mom looked at her funny. Dawlia smiled. Mom looked over at her husband, then back at her, and a big grin spread across her face.
“Oh, my dear, Dawlia,” she beamed, throwing her arms around her daughter in a big bear hug. “Your father can do that to a girl.”,