Escapades With Daddy, Ch 1 Pool Sex

Ruth sat there at the table, thinking about how so-so her life had been lately. It just couldn’t seem possible that she and Randy were now married, for two years and no children on the way yet. A million thoughts went through her mind, “I wonder what in the hell is wrong with me,” she blurted out.

At twenty-seven years old, she wasn't getting any younger. As far as she knew, there was nothing wrong with her physically, so it must be their sex, or as a better way to put it, lack of sex life. Randy was always working, and when he got home was too tired, to give her the attention she needed.

About that time, Randy came around the door of the kitchen and asked, “Why the sad face lil-darling?”

“Oh I was just thinking why I haven’t gotten pregnant yet?”

“Now there’s an interesting subject if I ever heard one. Could it be because I am too tired to fuck your socks off,” he laughed.

She gave him a glare that would melt ice and shouted, “Damn-it Randy, that is not funny!”

He frowned and growled, “Oooh bitchy, aren’t we just a bundle of cheer tonight. Ever think it’s you and not me, the reason why!”

She got up walked over to him and yelled, “If you were home more often at a decent time, we could have a baby on the way by now. But no, you think we need more money. Mister high and mighty!”

“What in the hell did I do now?”

She frowned and answered, “I don’t know, but I know one thing, I cannot stand to see you right now. I think maybe I will go see my dad. He’s been begging me to come visit, now’s a good time.”

He poured himself a cup of coffee, “Best thing I have heard all day, maybe he can talk some sense into you.” He then walked into the living room and sat down to read the paper, and ignore her completely, his usual reaction.

She headed to the bedroom with tears running down her face, and packed a small bag. Telling herself, maybe daddy could give her some good advice, Randy sure wouldn’t. She then dialed her cell and called her dad, Bill.

“Hi dad. I’m not doing so well, I am going to come and visit you for the weekend, if that’s okay. Sure thing, I’ll be there by nine-thirty pm, thanks, dad.”

An hour later she emerged, walked over to Randy and spoke. “Sorry I snapped baby, I just need a few days to think things over. I will be at dad's not sure how long though.”

He pulled her close, kissed her deep and answered, “I know, doll, sometime I am a stubborn, bullheaded, jackass. Take all the time you need, as for me, my nose is going to be down on that ole grinding stone, boss wants us all to work and catch up.”

She kissed him then frowned as she thought, ‘God doesn’t that man think of anything but money.’ “Ok honey, I will phone you when I get there, and then call you daily or at least text you, so you will know I am okay.”

They bid each other goodbye and soon Ruth was driving down the ten mile stretch of road to her parent’s home. Her mother was a tall woman, with long black hair, big tight and an ass that wiggled when she walked. Not bad looking for a woman in her sixties, but a religious fanatic. Her dad was tall, lanky, and tanned, with graying brown hair, and a mustache. He was quiet dashing for an older man, and in her book, still sexy as hell. To him sex was a beautiful thing and supposed to be fun, except when you were talking about them because he and Ruth’s mom had little to no sex.

When she pulled in the drive a million thoughts went through her mind, one being the last time her dad fucked her. She was twenty-five, and it was sort of a going away fuck, the weekend before her marriage to Randy. God did he know how to push her buttons. She wished Randy could fuck her like that she’d be fat and pregnant by now, or at least satisfied.

She parked the car and as she got out, her mother and father greeted her. The first thing her mom done was give her that ole evil eye, and hiss, “What’s this, are you and Randy having problems already?”

He dad hugged her tight and shouted, “Shut the hell up Martha, give her some breathing room will you. How’s my girl he asked?”

She frowned at her mother, beamed at her dad, and squealed, “Better now that I am here. God it’s hot, must have hit ninety-eight today.”

Her mom answered, “Yeah, it’s hot, while don’t you let dad carry your bag to your old room, and we can chat at the kitchen table.”

“Okay mom, but there is not much to talk about.”

“Well at least have coffee with me, it’s been too long since you and I talked.”

Ruth took a minute to call Randy and tell him she arrived safely before heading into the house. She then walked into the kitchen, grabbed two cups and poured a couple. She then sat down across from her mom, and tried to be calm, took a sip, and then burst into tears. About that time her dad entered the room, came over to her, put his arm around her and said, “Now-now, nothing can be that bad, can it?”

“It can and it is. Randy is working too much and not spending enough time and home. He also won’t listen to reason, so I decided I needed some time away to think.

Her mother took a sip of coffee, and gave her daughter a look that could cut her in two.

“Young couples, just can’t seem to talk nowadays. You are welcome to stay as long as you like honey, mind that you keep Randy informed.

Ruth saw her dad roll his eyes, his usual reaction to her mother. He took another sip, winked at her, and changed the subject.

“How’d you like to go for a midnight swim with your dad?”

She gasped and answered, “Sorry dad, I did not bring a suit, or I would.”

Her mom interrupted, “Honey, it's dark out, the pool is a bit secluded, who on earth is going to see you two? Besides who needs a suit, wear your bra and panties. Enjoy relaxing in the pool it will help you sleep better tonight.”

Her dad then asked, “Martha why don’t you join us, we could have fun?”

“I don’t think so, I have the start of a migraine and a pool is the last place I want to be. Well, I am off to bed, you two have fun. Goodnight.”

Ruth smirked, tried not to laugh and thought to herself. ‘Ole biddy probably wants to watch us fuck and get off, she's not fooling me. I just bet she knows dad and I used to fuck.

“Good night mom, hope the headache goes away.”

Ruth headed toward the bedroom, put her purse on the bed, and then stripped down to her underwear. She then headed to the bathroom to get an oversized large towel. When she got outside, it was still hot, and just the porch light lit her way to the pool. It was a large above ground one that was about five feet deep. As she got closer she noticed the water was pitch black, and her dad was already immersed.

“Come on in sugar, the water feels divine.”

She laid her towel down, eased into the water and chirped, “Oooh you’re right dad, it feels so good.”

She swam around a bit and even splashed her dad. She forgot how transparent skimpy cotton bra and panties get when wet. When she did, and looked, she gulped. Her hard nipples stuck out like bullets, along with a very visible outline of her pussy, and it turned her on. For a moment she thought of Randy, and their late night fucks in the Jacuzzi on their honeymoon.

“Damn-it, why couldn’t he be this spontaneous, she muttered under her breath.” She fought back the tears and told herself, ‘Oh hell, time to relax, let’s have fun with daddy.’

He licked his lips and felt his cock swell, she was still as sexy as ever. Plus the cotton fabric did not hide a thing. It was then he decided, he must have her again, married or not.

She then swam over to her dad, all he had on was cotton briefs and when he stood up she noticed he had a hard-on. She pretended to ignore it, moved closer, and kissed his cheek. “I’m glad I came for a visit, daddy, I need some advice.”
 
“Aww, enough talk, we can discuss things tomorrow. Now give your ole dad a kiss, you know, like you used to.” Before she could object he pulled her close, kissed her on the lips, as his fingers probed familiar places. “God I want you,” he hissed.

Ruth smiled, moved closer, his kiss lit her fire and she wanted him too. She looked cautiously at the house and asked. “What about mom, won’t she see. The bedroom window is right there in plain sight.”

She saw him lay his shorts on the edge of the pool as he replied, “Naw, she probably sleeping like a baby, now come here you sexy thing and take those damn panties off. Daddy needs some pussy.”

Ruth, took her panties off, laid them on the edge of the pool, and giggled. “You mean mom still not giving you enough, huh?” She moved into his arms and kissed him hard and deep like a woman kisses a man.

She had decided not to care about anything but that moment, she needed fucked, by daddy. Now.

Only his upper body was showing above the water, and he spoke. “You know her. Now come here, I want to play with your hot pussy again.”

She moved into his fondling fingers, and purred softly. She loved the way he teased her clit, as one finger and another probed her hot hole. Her mind went back to the summer when they first fucked, it was in that very pool. She had just turned twenty. As for daddy, he had a vasectomy, and there were no worries about babies. Mom was at church with the other kids, and just the two of them were home. They were hot, and decided to go for a swim. She wore her bikini, and daddy, Speedos, and before long, they were both naked and fucking like rabbits in heat. They fucked many times that year and clear up to the year she got married. She looked toward the house, knowing her mom was probably not asleep, and continued to make out with her dad.

She removed her bra and tossed it over next to her panties. His fingers played with her cunt and she squealed, “God, your fingers feel good. Oh my god, I’m cumming! Shove your hard nine-inches inside me now, daddy, fuck my cunt!”

He held her so she could float on her back, pulled her close, and guided his dick inside her. God she was tight. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they fucked in rhythm. His hands reached for her hard nipples and he pulled at them while she rode him hard.

“Ooooh fuck,” he bellowed, lost in his own thought, not caring if Martha heard him. “Daddy is going to fill your hot cunt with cum!” He shoved his prick deep and filled her with his seed.

She began to tremble and pushed her hips onto his cock, and without thinking yelled, “Oh shit, I am cumming again!”

They stayed that way for a few minutes kissing and hugging. He then held her close and suggested, “We’d better get out or your mom will think someone drowned, and I would not want her catching us.”

“Okay,” she replied, as her mind said, ‘Might teach her to take care of her man.’

They headed into the house, and went to their own bedrooms and she got dressed for bed. She lay there thinking, hoping Randy would never know this dirty little secret. She fell asleep dreaming of Randy, fucking her like her daddy did.

She awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. She rubbed her eyes, put on her robe and slowly walked to the kitchen. When she rounded the corner her mom shouted, “Well it’s about time you got out of bed, it is nearly ten o’clock! I have been up since eight!”

“So, what’s the hurry, late for another prayer meeting,” she snapped back.

Her mother just glared, and then responded; “Now miss prissy, your dad needs to go visit your brother today, and I cannot go with him.”

She hung her head; damn there goes the time she would be spent talking to daddy. Then it dawned on her, maybe she could go with him, that way Mrs. Busy-body won’t hear the conversation. She looked into the face of her dad and asked, “Can I go with you?”

He grinned at Martha, before answering, “Sure thing, I will love the company.”

Her mother, smiled, and yelled, “That will be fine with me, and after all as it’s been a coon’s age since she has seen her brother.”