“Honey,” I said, “we need to get up early tomorrow for the airport.You should start packing.”
I only had myself to blame. This was our last night in Barcelona; after a fine fish dinner and a walk down to the statue of the Columbus by the Mediterranean, I’d let Ashley choose from the list of for-pay movies. Barely seventeen, she hadn’t yet acquired the notion of first finishing everything that must be done before playing or relaxing. I had expected her to pick a movie recently released, but she’d chosen hardcore porn.
“In a minute, Daddy.”
I looked at her. She lay on her side of the bed – our twin beds had been pushed together yesterday by the hotel at my request. We both wore the thick white terry robes that came with the room. The last few inches of her long blonde hair were still wet from the Jacuzzi tub. After three days of sex with my daughter, I knew every inch of the lean, tan body beneath the robe. She enticed me far more than the bigger-breasted women on the screen.
“Why does the guy always pull out when he comes, Daddy? You don’t do that. Chase only does it to make the sex safer. Is that why?”
“No, honey, it’s because the people who make the movie think you want to see him come. It’s partly for show and partly to prove he had an orgasm. I think. I’m not exactly a porn expert.” Not for lack of looking on Tumblr or reading Lushstories, I thought
“It’s true, I guess,” she said, “that I’d rather see him come than just leave it inside her.”
I rubbed her shoulder. “You sure are growing up, honey. Too fast, maybe.”
She turned her head toward me, smiled thoughtfully and launched herself on top of me with the enthusiasm of a puppy. Not quite sitting on my lap, she leaned forward and kissed me before leaning back and massaging my chest. I could see her pussy below where her robe parted at her waist.
“I like seeing you come, Daddy. It means I make you happy.”
My cock was hardening beneath her, despite the barrier of my robe.
I smiled at her and said, “Yes, honey, you do make me happy, with or without sex. Tell you what, you pack and you can watch me masturbate and watch me come.”
I loved saying that to my daughter, something that before this trip happened only in my dreams.
“Okay,” she said, surprisingly me just a little. “Can you come without masturbating? Just by watching the movie or something, no rubbing?”
“I don’t think so. Do you want me to try?” The thought of her watching my cock that closely turned me on.
“YES! Please, Daddy, it will be fun.”
She clambered off me and cinched her robe. Still on my back, I opened my robe so the sides fell away and I was completely exposed, my arms still in the warm terry. My cock stretched toward my chin, the tip about two inches past my navel. For the first time in a long time, I remembered how I used to suck my own cock, something I certainly wasn’t going to do in front of my daughter.
“Honey, you know what would help?” I asked, already forgetting she was supposed to be packing up. “Take off your robe? Let me admire your hot little body?”
“Oh, Daddy, you’re just saying that. The women on TV are much hotter than me.”
“No way. Let me see my hot baby girl naked. Lie down on your side of the bed.”
Her robe was on the floor in seconds.
“You are so lovely, honey. Blonde hair. Wide blue eyes. Perfect teeth. Cute little nose.”
I shrugged off my robe and kneeled between her legs, my cock aimed straight at the wall over her head. I stroked her knees, almost speechless with a father’s mix of love and lust.
Ashley stared intently at my cock, as though wishing alone could make me come. I stroked the inside of her thighs. My cock pulsed.
“Look, Daddy, that guy just pulled out and is going to come on her ass.”
I turned my head and we both watched. When he did spurt on the girl’s butt and much of her back, I felt Ashley flinch. My cock wanted to be rubbed or sucked . . . any kind of contact would help.
“I don’t think this is going to happen, Ashley,” I said.
“Sure it will, Daddy,” she said, sliding down so her pussy was against one of my knees. She rubbed herself against me. “Am I helping?”
I could feel her pussy, could see the fine blonde hair. I tensed my leg and pressed back. We both saw pre-come form at the end of my cock.
“Oh, Daddy, there it is again!” She pretended to pout. “And I can’t even touch it.”
I moved my knee against her pussy, my hands on top of her thighs both for balance and so I wouldn’t start masturbating unconsciously. Of course, the knee is connected to the thigh, which attaches to the hip . . . my cock swung to the same rhythm as my knee.
“By the way, you never said, whatever happened after Chase, uh, fucked your mom. He just packed up and went home?”
“Well, no, Daddy,” she said slowly, “that’s not what happened. After his like two-second fuck, Mom told him it was okay that he came before she did, but he had to be fair and help her come, too. So after he pulled out of her and his come leaked out of Mom’s pussy and he started to suck on her boob like he did before, Mom goes, ‘No, Chase, it will take more than that. Eat my pussy.’ And he put his head down there and Mom told him exactly what to do. Pretty soon, she was twitching all around and she grabbed his head and held it right on her cunt and she told him not to stop and her boobs were bouncing and she came. She screamed when she came, in a good way. And Chase looked up kinda glassy eyed and cocky.”
More pre-cum had leaked from my cock and, like a drop of honey, slowly dripped a clear thin thread down to Ashley’s pussy. She looked down at herself and rubbed it in. Possibly pleased with the extra slipperiness added to her own, she began to masturbate, her fingers between my knee and her clit.
“Well, honey, your mom is a little. . .over-sexed,“ I said, curious about what happened next and enjoying the show here in the hotel room.
“Yeah, I know, she’s nuts. I want to get her boobs, but not her brains. And then she goes to Chase, ‘Now do Ashley. That’s what you wanted, right?’ Chase looked at his cock and it was a little bit hard, but not that much. So Mom told him to kiss me and touch me and. . .Daddy, your cock looks even bigger, is that possible?”
I didn’t know, but I knew it was going to explode before long, one way or another.
“You keep masturbating, Okay, honey? Or we could do this the right way.” I tried not to sound like I was begging.
“You can do it, Daddy. I know you can just come. So Chase got on me and kissed me and I could taste all kinds of things, his come, I think, and Mom’s pussy. His lips were all slickery.” Her eyes closed. “So Chase went down on me, just like he did on Mom. And it felt really good. Not as good as you and he doesn’t have your beard, which. . .oh, Daddy, this feels really good, too, masturbating . . . “
She opened her eyes and looked at my cock, still pointing at her hungrily, still leaking. “Are you close, Daddy? Watching me play with myself?”
“Can you come, baby?” I asked. “Or maybe we should have proper sex.”
She teased by balls with her knee and said eagerly, “Tell me about proper sex, Daddy.”
“You know, my cock inside your pussy. Moving back and forth inside my baby girl. Maybe I’d take it out and fuck you in the ass. I know you like that. My hard cock pressing into your asshole, sliding all the way into your ass, all the way in, as deep as I can, while I rub your pussy just like you’re rubbing against me now . . .”
I’m not even sure she heard all that. She was rubbing fast circles with her hand. Her small, exotic breasts arched toward the ceiling. God, I was so close, my cock was so hard it hurt. I needed to come before I went insane. And just as I had that thought, Ashley’s legs tensed and she squealed.
“Fuck yes!” she almost yelled. “Fuck yes! Fuck!”
She shivered and jerked forward, almost touching my cock, and fell back on the bed. I spread her legs further apart with my knees. My cock ached. Her pussy beckoned.
“Honey, I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” I said.
Still breathing raggedly, she said, “Okay. Whew. So. . .what was I saying? After Chase ate Mom’s pussy and she had an orgasm almost as good as mine just was, she finally let Chase get together with me. He was still soft, so he sucked on my boobs, and went lower, and started to lick my clit. He was pretty good, oh, I already said that. Then Mom told him to swing around so I could suck his cock.”
“Jeez, honey,” I said, and I let myself fall forward in a sort of push-up position. My cock rested on my daughter’s pussy.
“Daddy! You’re touching me! Cheating!”
“Baby girl, I’m doing the best I can – still no hands! But allow me a little friction.” My cock moved back and forth, just an inch or two, my balls grazing her slit. I could feel the very fine hair with my extra-sensitive cock. I kissed her lips.
“Oh, Daddy. . .Okay.” She looked into my eyes and continued, “So me and Chase did the 69 thing. I was sucking on his dick and he was licking my cunt and pretty soon he got hard in my mouth.”
She smiled with the memory and continued, “He swung around and was trying to put his cock in me. I don’t know what his problem was. Mom didn’t say a word, but she got hold of his cock and steered him right into me. She told him to go slow, but he just pushed all the way in. And it only hurt the tiniest bit before it started to feel good.”
“Honey, honey . . . “, I said. I kissed her again, harder, and shifted my position so the tip of my cock was touching her opening, maybe half an inch inside. “I just have to, honey, have to.”
My cock slid easily into my daughter’s “slickery” pussy. God, after all that teasing or whatever you’d call it, here was the very definition of heaven. While I wanted to go slowly, I couldn’t. Quick, hard strokes elicited a sound somewhere between a moan and a squeal from my daughter and a growl from me.
“Fuck me, Daddy, please. Just like that. God, what a big cock. Sooo much bigger than Chase’s. Come inside me, Daddy, come anywhere you want!”
Although I wanted to last, I felt that sudden inevitability and didn’t even think about fighting it. I pulled back and my cock bounced out of her cunt. Come streamed into the air, some splashing her face and breasts, some on the sheets. I grabbed my cock and stroked another surge of come on to her tummy. I put my cock back inside her and with several more thrusts more come flowed into my little girl.
“What a mess,” she said. She rubbed come into her stomach and her breasts.
“I came without touching my cock,” I said, almost proud. “And just like on TV, sort of.”
“But you cheated! You put it inside me!”
I laughed a small laugh. “Yeah, I know, but still, I never used my hands and I didn’t need your mom to steer . . . sort of like a bar bet where I met the challenge by going outside the implicit rules, but stayed within the literal rules. And we had fun, didn’t we, honey?”
“Yes,” she smiled, “we did.”
“You should pack, honey. We check out at 7 am to catch the taxi. Lunch in Paris, maybe on Rue Cler. It must be late. The movie ended a long time ago, I think.”
“Can I watch another movie?”
“If you find something besides porn, keep the volume down, and don’t stay up too late.”
“Thanks, Daddy. Nighty night.”
“Good night, honey,” I said, and rolled on to my stomach, my head away from the light and the TV. Once again, I quickly fell asleep.
I’m thinking I should stop this series – I see that the better loved stories on Lush have more story and more inner dialogue than these, which seek to maximize the sex. So I can start something new, or continue with Ashley and her dad in Paris (before they return home to Mom, Chase, and who knows who and what else). What do you think?
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