Subject: Church Car Wash
Story Codes: Mf mf voy exhib incest father daughter
Diary Date: June 15, 2001
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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You see them every summer - the teenage car wash. Be it the local 4H,
cheerleaders, a class trip, or whoever else needs money they all pretty
much follow the same script. The guys do all the work while the hot
girls are positioned on the side of the side jumping up and down in
skimpy clothing to draw in the perverts and pedophiles. Guess where I
was!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Fund Raising
Chapter 2 – Putting a Smile on My Dad’s Face
Chapter 3 – Making My Dad Feel Better
Chapter 4 - The Car Wash
Chapter 5 – Celebrating Success
Chapter 1 – Fund Raising
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For a variety of perfectly good reasons I’ve never been all that involved
in school activities. Maybe now and then I might go see a game or watch
a play but so far as being an active participant... no way.
First take athletics. My only hope would be for the school to dig a
lake, buy a ski boat, and then offer waterskiing as a competitive sport
or club. Until then, I’m out of the athletic realm. I once has a PE
instructor tell me that I was the worst tennis player he’d ever seen!
Talk about building up a girl’s self-image.
Essentially any activity that involves striking an object with a stick
just doesn’t work for me. I’ve heard it said that single children tend
to have less eye-hand coordinated than those with siblings as they tend
to be less engaged in games and other social activities. Well, I
certainly fit the stereotype.
As much as I lack such skills, for some reason waterskiing IS something
I’ve excelled at since I was a little girl. Today, while everyone else
is on a tube or board, I’m out there slaloming at full speed and showing
off my skimpiest bikini (at least my bottoms as nobody can see the top
with the vest on). Hmmm, heck with the sibling theory - maybe there’s
something about wearing bikini that makes a difference. Beach volleyball
anyone?
Then there’s anything supporting athletics. Ugh! I particularly loathe
cheerleaders. Big boobs, big hair, big egos, little brains. Did I miss
anything? The only thing I envy about them is they get to wear skirts in
school that would get me tossed out if I dared to wear anything like
them.
I may have a 4.0 average but Mathletes? Please, give me a break.
I could go on but you get the picture. Now if they formed an
Experimental Sex Club or School Slut Club, not only would I be a founding
member but more than likely president!
Sue I might miss out on certain social events but being outside of these
sort of things does have benefits a well. Perhaps one of the biggest is
being able to avoid the relentless pressure to raise funds. It seems you
can’t walk down the hall without being tripped up by someone selling
something. It’s become totally ridiculous!
Outside of school activities we live in town so 4H or Grange wasn't
really ever an option. I’ve never even been a Brownie or a Girl Scout.
No particular reason, just never got into that scene as none of my
friends did. As a result - no cookie sales! Now change that to nookie
sales and I bet that I’d be the top salesgirl.
While it may seem a narcissist, I have to admit that my primary activity
in school is boys - or more what boys could do for me given the right
“motivation”. It’s funny how when a boy does nothing but chase girls he
gets congratulated and encouraged yet when a girl does the same thing
she’s called a nymphomaniac. Think about it, has anyone EVER called a
boy that?
Even as self-absorbed as I may have been in school, I still couldn't
totally avoid the fund raising scene. So what area was my pitfall?
Actually it wasn’t really school but close enough - church!
My parents are quite religious... well, my mom more so than my dad
although he fakes it pretty well - at least well enough to be asked to be
a Deacon at least. Given the significance church and religion plays in
our family life I guess it was only natural that it rub off on me. I’ve
always been very active in church. As a Born-Again Christian since
summer camp a couple of summers ago, I take my faith VERY seriously and
almost never miss a Sunday School or church session or a Wednesday Youth
Night. I read my Bible every day and do my best to use the gifts I’ve
been given in a manner pleasing to God.
Like almost every club or group these days, money is always an issue for
our church groups. The only problem is that most of the common and well-
received fund raisers have already been “taken” by others. The Girl
Scouts did cookies, the football team sold fruit, the band had the candy
franchise, the Boy Scouts the soda monopoly at the local fair, and so
forth. We weren’t nearly as organized as the militaristic band so who
was going to organize us and what would we sell?
Every year it seemed the parents went through the annual budget ordeal.
Each year someone came up with some new wacky idea and each year we ended
up doing the same thing... car washes. Inevitably it fell on a rainy day
and it always seemed like a lot of work for not a lot of money. Still,
what other option was there?
The only good thing about the car washes has been the past couple of
summers when I finally earned a spot on the street. LOL, what I actually
mean is I grew into the spot. Now I get to be one of those girls you
stare out wearing a bikini or shorts waving at the people driving by to
draw them in. For me it was an honor to be finally chosen when I was
only fourteen, especially given I didn't exactly have the biggest pair of
boobs in my class. Much to my chagrin I was still a virgin. Steve
wouldn't fuck me for another month although I had no idea about THAT at
the time but I certainly knew how to flirt which was the primary skill
required for the job.
My first summer I wore my skimpiest bikini bottoms and then on top I
chose a bikini top but wore a cutoff T-shirt that just came down over my
boobs. I wasn't all that anxious for anyone to see how little my boobs
were and the extra cover actually served as an optical illusion by hiding
them which somehow made them seem bigger. The only problem was the youth
pastor made me go home and change into a bikini bottom that was more a
bikini and less a thong. Party pooper! My mom was pretty pissed off as
she had bought them new for me just for the car wash.
Last year I was once again on the street, jumping and waving at the guys
driving by. Once again I had to face the wrath of our youth pastor who
said my outfit was obscene and not suitable for a church function. I was
a little pissed off as it was one of my favorite bikinis and I knew it
would help to attract more customers and we got into a bit of an argument
before my mother stepped in and told me to change quickly.
Working the street for a carwash must be a lot like a hooker working the
street in that you learn pretty quick not to waste your time on vans and
soccer moms. Face it, the only reason half the people stop is because
they’re related to someone in the group. As for the rest, in general
it’s a never-ending line of perverts hoping to see the sexy teenage girls
up close in wet T-shirts. Let’s be honest - we weren’t out there to draw
in our relatives!
This year my parents got roped into the committee planning the annual
carwash. I can’t say either of them were too thrilled about the idea but
my dad was a Deacon and my mom had managed to escape for the past few
years so their eventual selection was inevitable. As we drove home from
the meeting my dad grumbled about it while my mom and I just listened
patiently for him to get over it. When dad gets into these moods, there
wasn't much you can do about it other than wait it out, something like a
hurricane.
My father was still in a grumpy mood when we got home but fortunately I
knew how to change THAT thanks to some thing that occurred in the past
month or so. Indeed, these were some of the most life-changing events in
my entire life.
For almost all my life I’ve been a “daddy’s girl” but then that’s to be
expected when you’re an only child. It’s not that me and mom didn’t get
along, quite the opposite in fact. It’s just my dad always had that
special hug or look of me. Whereas I could never pull one over my mom,
my dad could never resist a little pout or a “PLEASE daddy”. I loved to
tease him and flirt with him as it made me feel special when he would say
I was pretty and then give me what I wanted.
I’m sure there are those stuffy people out there that may say that parts
of my relationship with my dad growing up may have been “inappropriate”
but that would only be because they didn't really understand it. Those
type of people are too close-minded to grasp that when a girl teases her
daddy and flirts with him as she begins to grow and mature, it’s NOT
because she has any sexual interest - if anything it’s quite the
opposite. It’s because she knows she CAN flirt and tease him and NOT
have to worry about anything being taken sexually that she feels free to
be open with her father. As an example, joining her uncle or a friend
of her dad’s naked in the hot tub would clearly be wrong but to do so
with her dad... why not? After all, he’s seen her naked since the day
she was borne!
Even when I started having sex with boys, it was never like my dad was
jealous or showed any such interest in me himself. If anything he
encouraged me to go out and have fun. Granted, he was still my father
and as such he kept an eye on me to make sure nobody took advantage of
me, but watching your daughter having sex to protect her is quite
different from watching her to get off.
Similarly, when my dad would buy me sexy lingerie and then ask me to
model it for him, I took it as him acknowledging that I was evolving from
a little girl into a sexy teenager and this was his way of trying to
bolster my ego and self-image. It wasn't like I posed nude for him, at
least not usually. Even then I posed naked it was just posing, not like
I wasn’t stripping for him.
When you grow up in an environment where sex is not tied to nudity, who
could blame me for not even having a clue that my father might want to
have sex with me?
All that changed dramatically about a month ago. I won’t go into the
details here - read my diary entry if you want those. Bottom line - my
dad and I have been having sex now for a month and I’ve never been
happier. I’ve always tried to please my dad and I’ve never seen him
happier with me than he is when we have sex.
Before anyone gets the wrong idea, to be sure he’s my dad so it’s not the
same as when my boyfriend fucks me. It’s hard to explain but having sex
with my dad is a totally different experience than doing the boys at
school. It’s not just the age difference either. I was fucked last year
by one of his partners at work who is ten years older than my dad and
that wasn't anything at all like being with my dad now. It’s more about
his love for me as his daughter, the feeling of security he gives me, the
tenderness he shows me when he enters me and then the reality of his dark
lust as he fucks me and cums in me that is special.
Well... that was a long way of saying that when my dad is in a bad mood,
now I knew how to fix it!
Chapter 2 – Putting a Smile on My Dad’s Face
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When we got home my dad didn’t say a word but instead disappeared to his
study and shut the door, leaving me and my mom in the kitchen. I looked
at my mom and smiled.
“I know how to make daddy feel better mom.”
I wasn't sure what reaction to expect but this wasn't it. My mom sighed
and sat down at the table and put her head in her hands.
“Mom... what’s wrong?” I asked softly, unsure as to what I’d done wrong
or if it had anything to do with me in the first place.
I stood there, waiting anxiously as she shook her head, then ran her
hands through her hair and looked up at me.
“Oh baby, someday you’ll learn that you can't fix everything with sex.”
Now I was confused. What did she mean by that? Since I started having
sex a couple of years ago it seemed I could pretty much fix anything with
sex, at least when it came to boys. Why wouldn't it work with my dad?
“But mom, he’s been so happy lately, especially when we do it.”
My mom looked down at the table and coughed, then chuckled a bit before
looking back up at me again.
“Kelly, look in the mirror baby... you’re a cute little sixteen year-old
high school slut. What man in his right mind wouldn’t be thrilled to
have you bouncing on him?”
It made me feel good when she said things like that about me. Parental
recognition means a whole lot more than just anyone off the street.
“What should I wear for him mom? I asked excitedly, pretty much ignoring
her not so subtle hints.
My mom just huffed and buried her face in her hands before looking up at
me rolling her eyes.
“Don’t say I didn't warn you,” she said, conceding the discussion to me.
She seemed to think about it for a moment before answering, “So if you
insist... then what about that slutty cheerleader outfit he bought you
last year?”
I knew exactly which one she was talking about even though I hadn’t worn
it since last summer. As much as I may detest actual cheerleaders,
dressing up as one can be fun if you have the right audience - and the
right uniform.
After giving my mom a quick peck on her forehead I ran up to my bedroom
to dig out the cheerleader outfit from the bottom of my dresser. Pulling
to out, memories of the day he gave it to me came flooding back to me.
It hadn’t been anything special, just an ordinary summer day when dad
came home from work with a mysterious box in hand. Of course I was
thrilled when he told it was for me but he wouldn't tell me what was in
it. Instead, he said to go to my bedroom and try it on and then come
back down to let him see me in it.
I was SO excited as I scurried up the creaking wooden stairs. What had
he bought me this time? The last time it had been a naughty nurse outfit
which was pretty cool as my mom worked as an RN. Of course she never
could’ve worn a uniform anything like that one! I felt so proud wearing
it for him as I finally was starting to grow some boobs and the tight-
fitting top showed them off to their best advantage.
Once in my bedroom I opened the box to find a cheerleader outfit only one
far better than those bitches wore in school. The skirt was more like a
figure-skating skirt, maybe barely down to the bottom of my ass but not
much longer. Under it was a thong that pretty much covered me in front
but from the rear it had to look like I wasn’t wearing anything. That
really pleased me as I loved to show off my butt to my dad because he
always had something nice to say about it.
The top of the cheerleader outfit was cut so short it barely covered my
boobs when I was standing still and the slightest movement would cause it
to ride up and show off the underside of my perky boobs. With no bra or
lining, my nipples pressed though it like it was Saran Wrap. Of course
it had come complete with pom-poms although I had no idea where those had
disappeared off to over the past year.
One thing I hadn’t thought about - it was a year old and even back then
it had been a size too small. I struggled to get it back on again.
Apparently in the past year I’d grown a little bit although I like to
think of it in a positive way. My boobs were at least a full cup size
bigger and my ass, always my best “asset” was even fuller than before.
All this and not to mention I’d grown another inch or more taller.
Pulling my hair back into a pony tail, I chose a pair sneakers which is
what a “real” cheerleader would wear. Little while anklet socks, a gold
ankle chain, and a touchup to my makeup and I was ready.
“Looks like you’ve outgrown that outfit,” my mom chuckled when I
presented myself for her inspection, “Heck it was too small on you last
year! How did you even get it on?”
“So what do you think mom? Good for a daddy pick-me-up?” I asked,
fishing for compliments.
“Well, it will certainly get something up,” she laughed and then turned
more serious adding, “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
Chapter 3 – Making My Dad Feel Better
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“Hey dad, how about this outfit for the girls working the street this
year?” I asked the moment I opened the door to his study and walked in.
My dad was behind his desk looking at something on his computer, probably
porn if I knew him at all. Whatever it was he seemed to be quite
enamored with it but then he looked up at me and smiled.
“Whoa! Now THAT would draw in customers for sure,” he laughed, “As well
as the local police for indecent exposure, child molesting, and you name
it.”
My father, ever the lawyer.
“Daddy! Are you saying I’m a child?” I pouted as I twirled to raise the
skirt and expose my bottom to him.
“Well, you ARE only sixteen so technically...” he started to say but I
interrupted by lifting up my top to show him my boobs.
“Does a child have these?” I tease him, cupping my boobs in my hands and
squeezing them together.
He must have been REALLY grumpy still. I’d been hoping he’d be out of
his chair and grabbing me by now but he just sat back and looked at me
without saying anything. Maybe my mom was right about sex not being the
answer all the time but I wasn't ready to give up that easily.
“Do you remember giving me this outfit daddy?”
Finally, a big smile as he answered, “How could I forget?”
I pulled down my thing and dropped it on the floor, then got up on his
desk and kneeled before him, sitting back on my heels so my bare pussy
was on display as the skirt rode up. I licked my lips and put one finger
to them as I kept my eyes locked with his.
“Daddy, did you want to fuck me last year when you saw me in this?”
I’d only been fifteen back then and the very concept of incest wasn't
something I even thought about. Sure my dad loved seeing me pose
suggestively for him but then he was a man - but he was also my dad so
that made it OK. Now that he’d been having sex with me for a month it
was like I was learning all sorts of new stuff between him and my mom.
The smile broadened. “Really, how could I not baby?”
I gave him a perplexed look. “So why didn't you?”
We’d been all through this before but I was trying to make him feel
better and so I thought that maybe talking about this might do the trick
in terms of fixing his mood. It seemed to be working... up until I asked
that stupid question. Someday I’ll learn to keep my big mouth shut.
A scowl appeared on my dad’s face. “You need to ask your mother that
one. Trust me, it wasn't for lack of desire on my part.”
I scooted up until I was right at the edge of the desk next to him. I
needed to change the subject and quick.
“Well, you can now daddy... if you want to. I hope you do.”
Why would my mother think that my dad might not respond to me offering
myself to him? Given the way he has been after me every day since we
first did it, I couldn't even imagine him saying no to me. Sure enough,
the sight of his sixteen year-old daughter’s pussy not more than two feet
away from his face was all it took to get his attention.
“Oh baby... say that again,” he sighed as he leaned forward and reached
out for my pussy, rubbing his finger up and down between my lips.
In some ways my dad was no different than the boys I fucked. Maybe it
was just hardwired in their DNA. Whatever it was, everything I did to
tease the boys at school worked just as well on my dad, just like this.
“Fuck me daddy... please fuck me. I want to feel you in me daddy.”
That did the trick. Yep, I could see it in his face, the horny lust he
felt for me, the sexual desire rising within him pushing him to take me.
Oh yeah, it made my pussy tingle! The ironic thing for me is that I’d
seen exactly this same look from him before we had sex, back when I would
pose for him or masturbate when he was around. The thing is that back
then I didn’t recognize it for what it was. In my defense, why would I
think that my own father would want to have sex with me? Sure he might
be horny because of me - I’d of felt pretty bad if he hadn’t as he IS a
man and men generally react to me that way. But that’s just a natural
and normal physical reaction and not necessarily a sign that he actually
wants to go any further.
Then came the day he approached me in my bedroom as I lay on my bed
waiting nervously for him. I’d given him every hint and signal I could
as to what I wanted but was it enough? Did he really want me that way or
was it just my overactive sixteen year-old imagination at work? After
seeing him and my mom having sex in the hot tub for the first time ever
not long before, I knew that I wanted to please my father and experience
his love as only sex would allow. When he appeared at my bedroom door,
stark naked with his dick so erect for me, I saw that look again on his
face and for the first time realized what it truly meant - my own father
wanted me!
Now, a month later, once again I felt that chill as my dad stood up and
started to unzip his trousers. Before he lowered them down he reached
forward and lifted my top off of me which helped me immensely - god it
was so tight! Then he dropped his pants without ever taking his eyes off
my boobs.
“You look incredible,” he whispered in a husky voice, thick with sexual
lust, “I want you baby.”
Wow, if only he knew how he made me feel when he said that! OMG, my very
own father wanted to have sex with me! I dropped back on my bare bottom,
letting my legs hand over the edge of the desk and lifted up my skirt up
to my waist as I spread my legs for him.
“Noooooo, take that off too,” my dad said so I laid on my back and
scooted the skirt off my butt and then down my legs where I kicked it off
to the floor. I started to reach for my sneakers but he stopped me
saying, “No, you look so fucking hot wearing nothing but your shoes.”
I leaned back, supporting myself with my hands behind me on his desk. It
felt so cool to be naked on his desk, my bare body on display for my dad.
Sure he’d seen me naked all my life, but until the past month never with
this sort of intent.
“Your pussy looks so fucking good,” he said as he dropped down, putting
his hands on my knees to spread my legs further apart.
I practically jumped off the desk when my dad’s tongue hit my clit. I
was already so horny that just one flick of his tongue sent shivers all
up and down me. Then he put his arms under my legs to lift them up more,
wrapping them around my thin thighs and using his hands to spread me
apart. God his tongue felt so good as he ran up and don my pussy slit,
stopping to circle my clit a few times and then retracing his route.
“Oh daddy!” I moaned, “That feels soooooo good!”
“Mmmmmmm... nothin’ like the taste of teenage pussy,” he said with a grin
as he looked up at me with his face covered with my pussy wetness. He
went back to work on me, his tongue teasing my pussy hole and then
pushing its way into me just as little bit.
At that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to put his dick in me
and fuck me. Then he put his lips around my clit, gently teasing it with
his teeth and running his tongue all over it. Oh my god, I started to
cum so hard!
“That’s it baby... cum for your daddy,” he said quickly before resuming
his onslaught of my quivering pussy.
Well, I certainly had no problem complying with THAT request! It was
like it just wouldn't stop as wave after wave of the most incredible
sensations rolled through me. My toes curled and my hair felt like it
was on fire as my dad’s tongue and mouth ate my willing pussy.
“I think you’re ready now,” he said as he stood up and grabbed his stiff
dick in his hand. Boy, talk about the understatement of the year!
“Ohhhhhh daddy!” I moaned again as he rubbed his dick along my
ultrasensitive clit. Just knowing it was my dad’s dick that I felt made
it somehow feel even better.
My father was gripping his stiff shaft in the middle, using it like a
fleshy dildo to rub against my pussy and tease my pussy hole. Actually
he was doing more than that as at the same time he was coating it with my
pussy juices to make the head wet and slick.
He was driving me mad as I felt the head of my dad’s dick against my clit
and then I came again, even harder this time if that was possible.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, “Keep cumming.”
No problem there, not with him still rubbing that wonderful cock against
me. I tried to wrap my legs around him but he was just far enough away I
couldn't lock my ankles so I just gripped his hips with my shins.
That was when I looked up at my dad again. Oh my god, the look on his
face was SO intense. He was looking down at my pussy so he could see
where he was stroking his dick against me. I felt like I was so much in
his power at that moment, like I had totally surrendered myself to him.
There was no mistaking what was about to happen. It was no longer a
question of if but when. My dad was going to fuck me and there wasn't
anything I could do about it - like I wanted to in the first place!
Without a word he moved his dick down to my pussy hole and thrust
forward, pushing the head of his cock into me. God it felt so good!
Nothing compares to that feeling you get when a dick first penetrates
you. Nothing!
“Oh yeah, fuck me daddy.. push it in me,” I begged him. Yeah, like he
needed any encouragement from me at this point. I think the house could
have caught fire right then and he wouldn't have stopped.
“Uggggggg!” I grunted as he shoved his dick in me suddenly, like at that
instant he just decided it was time to ram it into me.
I gasped as his entire dick slid into my pussy until the base of his
hairy crotch was pressed up against my fuzzy pussy. For just a moment he
just stayed like that, deep in me with every inch of his incestuous dick
being surrounded now by his daughter’s sixteen year-old pussy. Well, my
goal had been to make my dad happy and I was pretty sure at this point
that he was! He was still looking down at where we were joined, smiling
as he pulled out just enough to see his wet dick sticking in me and then
pushing it back in again.
Now that he was in me I was able to lock my ankles around his waist which
made it more comfortable for me as I wasn't having to squeeze my legs
against him so tight. He helped by reaching under my thighs and lifting
them up to support them, using them almost like handles as he began to
thrust in and out of me.
Even though he’d been fucking me for just over a month now, it was still
hard to believe that the dick I felt in me right now belonged to my own
father. For sure I’d had my fair share of them in the past two years
since I started having sex but there is just something special when you
know it belongs to your dad. I loved watching him as he fucked me,
seeing the expressions changing his face, the look of sheer lust and joy
as he took me for his own.
When other boys did me they too had similar looks but there was something
just a little different now. Yes, my dad desired me as any man would
desire a sixteen year-old girl for sex but there was something more,
something almost impossible to describe when I watched my dad fucking me.
Mixed in with all the raw, instinctual feelings he had for me was more
than just desire but love, the love only a father can feel for his
daughter. Not only love but respect. My dad may enjoy having sex with
me, but he never failed to be concerned about my own pleasure and
enjoyment. Whereas most boys were just interested in getting off with me
so they could brag about it to their friends, my dad was doing it because
I was his daughter and he wanted to show me his feelings for me in the
most intimate way possible - as only possible through sex.
One thing my poor dad had yet to overcome when he fucked me was the
ability to control himself. He seemed so infatuated with fucking me that
he usually didn't last very long before he came. Even when he make a
conscious decision beforehand to control himself and stretch things out,
he quickly forgot about all that the moment my pussy gripped his dick.
Such things was no big deal with most of the boys that did me. Some of
the guys at school could cum three times without needing much more than a
quick couple of sucks to get them stiff again. Poor dad, it was at least
an hour before he was ready to go at it again.
Sure enough, from the increase in intensity and speed, I could tell he
was about to lose it again well before he would have preferred - or me
for that matter.
“Oh god, I can’t stop,” he grimaced as he thrust himself into me and
released his incestuous sperm into my teenage pussy.
As my dad literally mated me, once again the difference between him and
the other boys who did me. When they came in me it was like adding as
asterisk to the notch on their belt. Like how many girls in school let
boys cum in their pussies without protection? Thankfully my mom had
taken care of that years before. Yet when my dad came in me, as he was
now, it was totally different. Like it was my dad’s cum that was pouring
into me, one ejaculation at a time. It was like when he fucked my mom
and they conceived me except now that same dick was inside the little
girl she gave birth to sixteen years ago.
Another great thing about my dad fucking me was that unless I was blowing
him and took it in the mouth, he always came in my pussy. None of this
facial stuff, cumming on my boobs, shooting all over the outside of my
pussy and ass, or any stuff like that. So many boys watch too much porn
and think every girl wants him to pull out and stroke himself off while
she opens her mouth and waits. What a bunch of crap.
While I might think twice depending on the guy who was fucking me, I
would NEVER consider asking my dad to wear a condom. Like, what’s the
point in committing incest if my dad isn’t going to cum in me?
Thankfully the odds against pregnancy were extremely high but that still
didn't take away from the thrill of knowing my dad was releasing himself
deep inside of his daughter’s welcoming pussy.
My dad groaned loudly as the last of his cum erupted, driving himself all
the way in me again where he remained as he struggled to catch his
breath.
“God that was incredible,” he groaned, more to himself to me I felt.
“Stay in me daddy... I want to feel you in me,” I asked him.
I loved the feel of his dick as it moved ever so slightly in me,
throbbing and sometimes even jumping a little bit. I tried to imagine it
in me, surrounded now by his cum.
“I love you Kelly,” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss me.
“I love you too daddy,” I answered, meaning every word.
It was SO perfect... my dad’s dick in me after he’d just fucked me so
well, now his lips on mine as he held me close, my boobs pressed against
his hairy chest. Yes, it WAS perfect.
Chapter 4 - The Car Wash
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The Saturday of the carwash was here and looking out the window my dad
cursed as the rainclouds passed, leaving the ground soaking wet in its
path.
“So much for THAT forecast,” he grumbled, “Partly cloudy my ass. This is
ALL cloudy.”
“Don’t worry honey, it’s early. Maybe it will clear up by this
afternoon,” my mom tried to console him.
I just stayed at the kitchen table eating breakfast. This seemed to be
one of those discussions I was better off avoiding.
My dad just muttered under his breath and took his usual seat at the head
of the table. He was just wearing a baggy pair of boxer shorts, typical
wear for breakfast, at least in the summer.
Meanwhile my mom took a seat next to me in her standard morning wear - a
bra and panties. Why she put on a bra in the morning for breakfast was
beyond me. Sometimes she might wear a slip or cami or even a T-shirt in
which case she MIGHT leave off the bra but that was a rare case. One
thing was certain - she wouldn't be caught dead running around without
her panties!
Actually it’s sort of interesting how much that varies between families
and even women within families. I mean in terms of what they wear around
the house when nobody else is around but family. I just described my mom
but then when you look at her sister, my Aunt Linda is practically a
nudist who never wears much of anything at her house - or ours for that
matter. The odd thing is she’s not a nudist, at least not away from the
house, and has never practiced that sort of lifestyle with anyone outside
our family.
Seeing how two sisters could be so different, it shouldn’t be much of a
surprise that their daughters would share different perspectives as well.
I was always “miss bottomless” as my dad would call me growing up. I
hated to be without something over me on top, even if it was the
slightest of shirts or a bikini top (no bras). At the same time I simply
love the feel of being bottomless. In contrast, my cousin Kristi (my
Aunt Linda’s daughter) was a topless girl - when she wasn't nude like her
mom. A pair of panties, a thong, boy shorts, anything worked so long as
she was free from the waist up.
So anyway...
“If you’re going to wear something that short you really should put a
towel down when you’re at the table Kelly,” my mom fussed, just as she
always did when my bare butt was on the kitchen chairs. It was a never-
ending battle between us and nowadays I think she said it more out of
habit than any hope of me listening.
“So, everything ready?” my mom asked my dad.
My dad nodded as he ate his cereal. He swallowed and answered, “As much
as can be. Now we just need the weather to cooperate.”
“So what are you planning on wearing this year Kelly?” my mom turned her
attention to me, “I hope we can avoid the scene from last year. That was
a little embarrassing.”
“Mom! That was SOOOOO stupid. There wasn't anything wrong with my
bikini, everything was covered,” I protested.
“Not by much,” my dad muttered into the next spoonful of cereal.
I just gave him one of my patented putting looks and finished my
breakfast. As I headed upstairs my mom grabbed me by the hand and issued
me my orders.
“Like I said, let’s not push it this year, OK?”
I huffed and sagged my shoulders. “Mommmmmm!”
She looked at my dad who just shrugged. He was being smart and staying
out of this one.
“Well, not TOO far then, OK?” she compromised.
I leaned over and kissed her cheek and waved to my dad as I wiggled my
bare butt at him and headed for my bedroom.
Actually I’d been thinking about my outfit all week and it had been the
subject of an ongoing debate with myself. Sure a bikini can be hot but
too many people are overly opinionate about them. Just because it
doesn’t cover your ass doesn’t make it obscene, no matter what my pastor
might say. Still, it was a losing argument as each of the past two years
attested.
Instead I chose a different approach. Besides, bikini girls are so
cliché. OK, so I chose another cliché but at least it was different -
the naughty farm girl. It wasn't like I didn't have plenty of high cut,
low-riding denim shorts to choose from. Heck, I had an entire drawer of
them!
On top instead of a simple T-shirt or bikini top I selected an old cotton
cowgirl shirt I dug up at a Goodwill store. First I cut the sleeves off
at the shoulder, then when I put it on I use the tails to make a knot
under my cleavage while leaving all the buttons undone. Without a bra it
made the perfect halter for my boobs, allowing my nipples to poke through
without looking quite as slutty as a silk shirt would.
Without a belt the shorts rode low, almost down to my butt crack and
indeed, if I leaned over or bent my knees to sit down I’m sure it was on
full display. At the same time, I had ripped them off right at the
crotch so the pockets hung out the bottom and there was just a small
strip of denim left in the crotch. Like the back, the front looked
innocent enough until I bent down with my legs spread.
As for my hair, a single ponytail was my first thought but then I decided
to split it into two as that seemed to be more girly and serve to make me
look younger. I didn't bother with any jewelry as it would only get lost
on a day like this.
A pair of pink flip flops and I was ready to hit the streets!
“Hmmmmmm, you’re definitely pushing it but I guess it’s OK,” was my
mother’s verdict when I present myself for inspection.
“Too much on top,” my dad criticized, “Where’s the cleavage?”
I put my hands on the table and leaned over, giving him a view of my
cleavage and boobs.
“You know... maybe we need to put you as a car washer this year,” he
mused, staring down my top at my exposed boobs.
Huh? Maybe I’d picked out the wrong outfit. I wanted to spend the
afternoon flaunting myself to everyone driving by, not having to actually
do any work!
“No don’t look so down Kelly,” my dad consoled me but keeping his eye on
my boobs just the same. God, it was like he’d never seen them before.
“What if I promise all you have to do is entertain the driver. I mean
like bend over the hood like that or maybe even at his window? I bet we
could double or even triple the tips from the guys.”
“John, she’s just sixteen, do you think anyone will say anything?” my mom
questioned his thoughts, “It IS a church function you know so a lot of
members will be coming to support the kids.”
“Like anyone there doesn’t know what a slut she is by now?” my dad
countered, “Besides, once word gets out that the girls are flashing, I
bet we REALLY bring in the cash.”
Sounded like a good idea to me. In fact, the more I thought about it the
more it sounded even better than being one of the street girls. This way
I’d be much more closer and personal with the guy rather than just a
quick look as he drives by.
A few hours later we were at the Wendy’s where the wash line was set up.
Thankfully the sky had cleared and if anything, now my dad was thankful
for the rain, hoping it had messed up everyone’s clean cars so now they
needed washing.
The usual group of girls grabbed the signs and headed for the curb to
start drawing in customers. They seemed surprised at first that I wasn't
joining them but then just shrugged it off and went running down,
giggling and laughing all the way. For a moment, seeing how happy they
were and knowing what they’d be doing, I wondered if I’d made the right
choice.
“Come here Kelly, let me show you what to do,” my dad called out to me.
Most of the washers were guys and most of them had experience from past
years so they had everything set up and ready to go. It pleased me to no
end to see them staring at me as my dad led me to the side. I’d sucked
maybe half of them while a couple of lucky ones had fucked me in the
past. Judging from how they stared at my ass I was pretty sure most of
them would if I gave them the chance.
My dad gave me a bucket of soapy water and a sponge and then instructed
as to my “duties”. In a nutshell, the idea was for me to stay near the
front of the car and on the driver side whenever possible. My dad gave
me a number of ideas, like leaning over the hood towards the diver -
careful not to lean down too much so my boobs would hang down naturally
and not be squashed against the hood. He also recommended I keep the
bucket up by the driver’s front tire so when I needed to soap my sponge I
could just bend over with my ass facing the driver and give him a nice
little bonus for getting his car.
“I’m sure you can come up with some ideas of your own,” he finished. I
adjusted my top to allow it to open a little more and he just sighed,
“You know, you’re an even bigger slut than your mother was at your age...
and that’s saying a LOT!”
I grinned at the compliment and replied, “Trained by the best then.”
My dad slapped me on the butt, careful not to longer too long with
everyone watching and we returned to the group.
“Hey Kelly, ready for another round?” one of the guys called out to me as
I broke away from my dad and continued on alone.
I recognized him as a guy I’d let fuck me a few months before. We’d done
it pretty hot and heavy for a couple of weeks and then I got bored with
him and cut him off. He was one of those guys who likes to brag about
his conquests but if he thought that telling the whole school about how I
fucked and sucked him would make me mad, he had it all backwards. The
way I saw it, a little advertising never hurt!
Soon we were open for business. The first cars to come through were
mostly our parents. My mom even drove her car through. None of this
interested me and I looked down at the street and saw the girls jumping
around and shouting to the cars going by. So far this wasn't exactly
working out as planned.
Then a black Lexus drove up. My first reaction was he was going to be
sorry as I can't say we ran the best car wash in the world and that black
paint would show every mistake we made. Nonetheless, when he drove up to
one of the mothers was collecting the money I saw that when he rolled
down the window that he looked to be maybe in his thirties or early
forties. From what I could tell through the glare of the midday sun on
his windows he looked to be alone. Hmmm, maybe I could help out with
this one.
Grabbing my sponger and bucket, I waited until one of the boys sprayed
the car down and then rest of us descended on the car like locusts.
Following my dad’s advice, I started from the front. Filling my sponge
with soapy water, I leaned forward to clean up as high as I could. As
warm as it was it felt good to feel the cool water on the hood soak
through my cotton top. Looking up, I saw him watching me through the
windshield and we both smiled at each other.
Moving back, I stood up more upright but still tried to lean over enough
to tease the driver with a cleavage view. Of course he couldn’t see my
boobs but hopefully he saw enough to make him wish he could.
There wasn't a lot of time left so I stood up and moved to the driver
side, dropping my bucket by the tire. I didn't have to look down to know
my wet top was plastered against my boobs and I could only hope that my
nipples were popping through. Turning around, I bent from the waist to
wet my sponge again. Funny how long it took me to squeeze it out with my
butt sticking up in the air!
Before I really got to do anything the guys with the hose was rinsing and
I backed away. I was already wet enough without getting sprayed from a
freezing cold hose. As I did I glanced at the driver and smiled at him.
I was pleased to see that he was watching me and he smiled back. He
drove forward to where the kids with towels were standing by. I saw him
open the window and hand out a tip before he left. How much? I had no
idea but I hoped I’d done my part to help.
As I was standing there waiting for the next car I sensed someone behind
me and turned to see our youth pastor who wasn't looking all that happy.
“I see you’re going for the Spring Break look this year,” he started out
with his arms folded in front of him, “I guess you must have been in a
rush this morning and just happened to forget a bra, am I right?”
Why he always picked on me I could never figure out but I wasn’t a
fourteen year-old anymore and not as intimidated.
“I never wear a bra,” I retorted, “And judging from the way you look at
me I would think you would know that.”
That didn't help my case but it made me feel better.
“I won’t even honor that with a response,” he said firmly, “I’ve already
had two mothers complain to me about you and...”
“WHY?” I cut him off, “Last year you complained my bikini bottom was too
small so I wore shorts this year. Look, I’m completely covered on top -
more than half the girls down there.”
“Don’t give me that Kelly, you know what I’m talking about,” he said as
he nodded towards my boobs.
I wasn't going to let him get away with that so easily so I stood up
straight and pulled my shoulders back which served to only make my boobs
push out even more against my shirt.
“No, I do NOT know what you’re talking about, why don’t you tell me?”
He didn't have the nerve to say it out loud which was so funny to me that
I almost laughed but I fought to keep a straight face.
“So you think this is funny, do you?”
I smiled and nodded which only pissed him off all the more.
“Well, just watch it. I don’t want to see any slips or ‘accidents’, got
it?”
I tried to express my astonishment at his assertion, as if I couldn’t
believe he would think I was capable of such an outrageous act.
At that he just walked away, probably to try to calm down the
complainers. I wondered if they knew that I was actually quite proud of
myself to have created such a reaction. It’s when the other mothers
DON’T complain that I worry.
Despite my more naughty thoughts, there really isn’t a great deal I could
do more than just tease in this situation. I’d of loved to be able to
lift my top and rub my boobs against the windows when they were all wet
and soapy but I know that there are certain lines that can’t be crossed.
As it turned out, what really DID work out for me wasn't so much the
drivers but the other boys. I quickly realized that my attempts to grab
the attention of the drivers was actually getting more from the boys than
the drivers who had their windows covered with soapy water half the time.
The guy who was being most blatant was the same guy who had fucked me a
while ago. It made me remember how we’d done it and the more I thought
about it and looked at him, the more I found myself wondering exactly why
I’d put an end to it. I guess sometimes I get picky or even a little
bitchy so if the guys isn’t doing quite what I like then why not just go
on to the next one. It wasn't like I didn't have enough to choose from.
It was maybe half-way through the two hours that the event was scheduled
to last that he made his move. I was standing back out of the way while
he was rinsing the car. When he was done, rather than shut off the water
he turned and sprayed me square in the chest.
“You jerk!” I squealed as I put my arms up over by boobs to protect
myself. God it was cold!
Having now shut off the water, he moved over to me and looked around to
see if anyone was watching.
“Nice tits Kelly.”
I dropped my arms so he could get a better view and replied, “You should
know Ryan. Miss ‘em?”
Ryan grinned and checked to be sure the next car wasn't in place yet.
“What I miss is fucking you.”
“Well why don’t you?”
His eyes widened and then narrowed as he suspected I was just messing
with him.
“Well it wasn't ME that stopped us from doing it.”
We were interrupted by the next car, a large minivan. Ryan soaked it
down as I just hung back and watched. Ryan seemed to be racing to wet it
down after which he was next to me as quickly as he could.
“So what’s the story? You horny again?”
We both laughed as that had been a running joke while he dated me.
Basically every time he asked me if I was horny I would say yes and then
I would suck his dick or let him fuck me, depending on what our options
were at the time. Sometimes it was just a boob flash but one way or the
other he got a response. So now was he trying to play the game again?
Only one way to find out...
“And if I am?...” I teased him.
Ryan looked around scoping out the area. It wasn't like we were in
exactly a private setting so I didn't know what he could possibly have in
mind, Besides, I hadn’t fundamentally made up my mind that I even wanted
to have sex with him again. Yes, I WAS horny but there were plenty of
other alternatives, just not as available as he was.
“Follow me,” he said, handing the hose off to one of his friends, “That
is... if you dare.”
Those were fighting words, even though I knew he was saying it just to
push my buttons. Oh well, what could it hurt?
My dad was helping out with the drying line as it seemed to be the choke
point at the moment. I saw him looking my was as I followed Ryan towards
the entrance to Wendy’s, smiling as if he knew what I was going to be
doing. Well, he most know more than I did at the time.
Once inside, the cool air-conditioning felt even colder against my wet
top and boobs. I glance down and my nipples were plainly evident. Oh
well, so what? Meanwhile, Ryan worked his way over to the side where the
restrooms were and I immediately knew his intentions. Well, it wouldn’t
be the first time I’d done it in a public restroom.
Ryan seemed to hesitate, as if not sure which one to use.
“Check out the little boy’s room,” I whispered in his ear.
There was a method to my madness. Think about it and the answer is
obvious. If you’re going to get caught, is it better to be a horny guy
who, if anything, would want to stay and watch, or some soccer mom who
runs out and complains to the manager? Can you imagine men complaining
that a girl was in their restroom? Can you imagine women NOT complaining
if they found a teenage boy in theirs? I think the answer is easy to
figure out as to which one was better to use.
Ryan went in and came out with a frown. “Busy,” he reported glumly.
“Just be patient,” I told him, knowing it was hardly something he wanted
to hear.
It was only a few minutes before the guy left and I gave Ryan an nudge.
He hesitated so I brushed him aside and pushed the door open myself.
Without waiting for him I headed directly to the stall in case he wasn't
the next one in. Thankfully, he was right behind me and then he shut the
door behind him.
Checking things out, it wasn't exactly the best men’s room I’d ever been
in so far as privacy went. The divider only came down to about a foot
off the floor and the door barely stayed shut with a latch that seemed to
be broken. The toilet was dirty and I made a mental note to complain to
the manager when we were done. Oh well, guess we would just have to make
the best of it.
“This is crazy,” he said nervously.
“Do you want me to suck you off or not?” I asked him, reaching down to
rub his dick through his wet jeans.
“I thought we were going to...” he stuttered before I cut him off.
“Don’t be greedy,” I chastised him, “Now get your dick out.”
He was sixteen so not about to argue. His hands dropped to his jeans and
quickly undid them, sliding them down far enough to expose his cock under
his T-shirt. I bent my knees, keeping my balance on my flip-flops as I
wasn't about to have any part of me touch the disgusting floor.
“I have to say, you do have a nice dick,” I said softly as I started to
stroke him, “Been sucked by anyone since I did you last?”
He hesitated which told me that he but that he didn't want to admit it,
at least not now when his cock was just inches away from my mouth.
“Well, was she as good as I was?”
No hesitation this time. “Fuck no... you’re the best in school, everyone
says that.”
Well, maybe he was just stroking my ego but it still made me feel good.
I may not be that good at much of anything else but I was proud to be the
best cocksucker in school.
I rewarded him by taking his dick in my mouth and giving it a good hard
suck followed by licking him all over the head with my tongue. Given the
circumstance, I just wanted to get him off as quickly as possible without
a lot of fancy moves.
I was working on his cock as hard as I could when I heard the door open
and footsteps. Whether they saw two sets of feet under the door or not,
there must have been something more oppressing on his mind as I heard him
sigh and groan as he pissed into the urinal and then flushed.
All the while I never let Ryan’s cock out of my mouth. Ryan was probably
more nervous with someone just a couple of feet away but as for me it
just got me all the hotter. The only thing better would have been for
him to actually see me sucking off Ryan.
At least the guy washed his hands and he left without a word to us. I
wanted to rush this along so I started to stroke his dick with my hand as
I concentrated my lips and tongue on the head of his cock. My efforts
were soon rewarded.
“Oh my god, don’t stop,” he groaned, his knees bending slightly as his
orgasm began to rise in him.
I didn't and in a few seconds I felt the first surge of cum erupt from
his dick into my mouth, hitting me on the back of my throat causing me to
cough a bit but I kept my lips sealed around his dick to keep it from
spilling out of mouth.
At that moment the door outside opened again and this time it sounded
more like a herd than the single set of feet from before.
“Someone’s already in there daddy,” a high-pitched voice whined, “I gotta
go!”
“Just wait, I’m sure he’ll be out soon,” a deeper voice responded,
undoubtedly his father, “Just use the urinal.”
Ryan was still spasming slightly as he reached the end of his
ejaculation. One thing about a man, when he starts cumming NOTHING can
stop it! Heck, once he gets close nothing can stop it. I looked up at
him as I sucked off all the cum I could from his dick. He was switching
back and forth between looking at me taking his sperm and the door,
probably wondering what the dad would say if his sons caught us doing
this. Personally I thought it would be fun!
“I need to do number two,” the kid whined. God, talk about annoying!
“You’ll just have to wait,” his father said.
I wiped my mouth with some toilet paper as Ryan regrouped. Now what?
Ryan clearly was flustered but then he wasn't the one in the opposite sex
toilet. Oh well, what was the big deal anyway?
With a grin for Ryan, I unlatched the door and stepped out. A kid maybe
six or eight years old was standing just outside, hopping up and down
like he was about to crap his pants.
“Daddy! There’s a girl in here!” the kid announced as if it wasn't
obvious enough.
I didn't say a word and neither did Ryan as we squeezed by the father.
“Kids!” he muttered under his breath and then added, “Get a room next
time.”
We stepped out and nobody seemed to notice that I was exiting the men’s
room. Well, that was simple enough. We quickly left the restaurant and
headed back for the carwash.
Ryan was walking briskly alongside me. “Wow, I can’t believe we just did
that! I thought for sure that guy was going to rat on us.!”
As for me, I’d never been worried. Odds were much more likely that he’d
wished his son hadn’t been with him as maybe he might have gotten some
for himself. I wondered if he would be masturbating about that very
thing later at home.
“Where have you guys been?” the youth pastor asked when we got back.
“Had the use the restroom,” Ryan explained.
“BOTH of you?”
I acted as if I had no idea what he might be alluding to and answered,
“You know how it is... power of suggestion and all.”
He wasn't buying it, not for an instant, but then what could he say?
So he left it and we went back to washing cars.
Chapter 5 – Celebrating Success
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After our two hours was up, they called back in the girls from the curb
and shut down the water after hosing everything down and rinsing out the
buckets and stuff. My dad announced that we’d set a new record - almost
a thousand dollars! Evidently there had been some pretty huge tips! I
just hoped that after all the hard work that I’d been responsible for a
little of the haul.
I was about to get back in my dad’s SUV to head home when he put up his
hand to stop me.
“You’re soaked young lady, please put down a towel before you get in.”
Him and his precious leather seats! I grabbed one of the dry ones that
somehow had missed being used and laid it out on the seat before getting
in.
“So how did I do daddy?” I asked. OK, so I was sixteen and long past the
“daddy” stage but I knew my dad loved it when I called him that.
My dad laughed before composing himself again to answer. “Pretty damn
good other than REALLY causing quite the scandal with some of the
mothers. Sheesh, you should have heard some of their comments - almost
as bad as your Aunt Sheri.”
My Aunt Sheri was about as opposite as she could be from my Aunt Linda.
First, she was the wife of my dad’s younger brother whereas Aunt Linda
was my mom’s younger sister. I guess the easiest way to describe her
would be to say take everything about my Aunt Linda, turn it around
completely, and you have my Aunt Sheri.
Whereas Aunt Linda was practically a nudist and loved sex, I sometimes
wondered if my Aunt Sheri had only had sex twice in her life - once for
each of my cousins. She considered most everything about me to be
scandalous and irreverent, always giving my mother an earful about how
she disapproved with the way I dressed, the way I acted and pretty much
everything else about me. Wow, the commentary musty have been pretty
heated if my dad was comparing them to my Aunt Linda. Cool!
Turning sideways on the seat with one leg under me, I offered, “It was a
LOT harder than I thought it would be daddy.”
“Why is that?”
I just shrugged and answered, “It’s not like I could flash them or
anything - too many people all around. And then they had their windows
closed most of the time and couldn't even see out.
“Well, I can guarantee you caught a few pairs of eyes,” he said with a
sly grin as he glanced over at me, his eyes checking out my wet top.
“Sort of hard to miss I’d say,” he teased me, reaching over and tweaking
my nipple through the wet clinging material. Then his hand moved down to
my thigh and his fingers worked between them and rubbed up against my
warm pussy.
“Hmmmmmm, so warm down here yet so cold up there,” he teased me.
“Daddy!” I responded, trying to pretend to be embarrassed. As if
ANYTHING he did to me sexually could ever be embarrassing.
“So what was with you and Ralph earlier? You two disappeared and when
you came back it was pretty obvious SOMETHING had gone down.”
“His name is Ryan, Daddy,” I corrected him to start, “And as for what
went down, that would be me.”
My dad looked deep in thought for a moment and I couldn't help but hope
he was paying attention to the traffic.
“Did you ever bring him home? He seems familiar.”
His middle finger started to press against my clit though my shorts and I
playfully smacked him with the palm of my hand while at the same time
enjoying the attention.
“Maybe you just don’t recognize him with clothes on,” I offered and we
both laughed.
My dad just ignored me and moved his hand back up to my boobs and
squeezed it through the wet top.
“Can’t really blame me, it IS sort of hard to keep track of them all,” he
teased.
“Daddy! I don’t bring home THAT many boys!”
“If you say so,” he chuckled as we pulled up to a stop light and he
lowered his hand when the woman in the minivan next door started to
stare.
Once we took off again the traffic lightened meaning once again his hand
was planted on my boob.
“You’re soaked, why don’t you take that thing off?”
I knew where he was going but I figured why not play along so I answered
with, “Daddy! People might see me!”
This time he really laughed and replied, “Yeah like since when did you
let THAT bother you?”
“Well. Maybe if you ask nicely.”
It was his fault for making it a game. Had my dad just come right out
and told me to take it off I would’ve had it on the seat in a heartbeat.
He sighed and gave in saying, “Alright, PLEASE take your top off.”
I loved it when he got this way, all horny and totally uncaring about
anyone else that might see his daughter topless. It was all about him
and his needs.
“Why?” was all I said in response to his request.
“Shit, because I like look at your boobs, that’s why!” he huffed.
Good enough for me. In a second the top was off and laying on the center
console, leaving me bare from the waist up. It DID feel a lot better to
get that wet clingy thing off and at the same time, it was a little
titillating to be driving through town with by boobs hanging out.
“You know, your boobs have really been looking good these days Kelly.”
My dad said as he squeezed my nipple.
I was slouched down in the seat just enough that anyone driving by would
see my bare shoulders but not my chest. It was OK to be suggestive but
outright public flashing can get a little dangerous. Be just my luck the
next car was an unmarked police car. I like the way my dad was touching
me, making me hornier by the minute.
Oh what the heck... reaching down I dropped my shorts. My bare bottom
was now on the towel as I was for all practical purposes nude. Looking
over at my dad, I smiled to myself as I saw the look in his eye as he
glanced over at his daughter’s naked body in the seat next to him. It
was sort of funny. Not so long ago I would never have guessed what he
was really thinking. Now it seemed so obvious! How could I have not put
it all together?
“Somebody’s horny,” my dad teased me in a sing-song voice, “What’s the
matter... Ralph didn't fuck you well enough?”
“Daddy!” I pouted, “I keep telling you his name was Ryan!”
“Ralph, Ryan, whatever... does it really matter?”
Fathers can be so silly at times!
“Well, we didn't have sex, all I did was suck him and even that was fast
because people needed to use the stall.”
My dad grinned at that one and I could imagine the mental image he was
building.
“Did he cum?”
“Daddy!” I whined, and this time justifiably, “You know me better than
that.”
“OK, OK, silly question,” he said cheerfully, “So judging from how you’re
acting now I bet you didn't get off?”
“Noooooo....” I sighed as I started to masturbate. God, this was so
naughty! I could see the cars passing by literally just feet away,
totally oblivious that a naked girl was playing with her pussy.
“Well, I’ll leave you be then... until we get home... deal?
Had I been thinking straight at the time instead of a being lost in a
haze or hormonal stew I would have realized that he was setting himself
up for the best of both worlds - watching me masturbate and then most
likely fucking me as soon as we got home. Oh well, again, what did it
matter?
As I finally came, I looked out over my shoulder and smiled broadly at
the guy driving next to us. Wow, here I was achieving orgasm and he was
just driving along without a clue.
By then we were at the turn to our street so I lost contact. A few doors
down my dad entered made his way down to the garage. There was no sense
in getting dressing just to walk in the house where I knew the first
thing I would do is take them off again and dump them in the laundry.
“Do I dare ask?” my mom asked as I came through the door where she was
folding laundry.
I went up to her and smiled, kissing her before looking back to my dad
coming in through the door after closing the garage door.
“Daddy wants to fuck me again,” I said proudly. OK, so he hadn’t SAID it
but I think his intentions were pretty clear.
My mom looked over at my dad who just shrugged and then at me and then
back to him again.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour so whatever you two have planned you’d
better get moving,” she sighed, turning back to her laundry.
Having been doing it for just over a month, I still felt this thrill
talking to my mom this way. It was still sometimes hard for me to
believe that my dad really did want me that way, that he really wanted to
show me his love in such an intimate and pleasurable way.
Well, I wasn't going to complain as I took my dad by the hand and led him
to my bedroom.
THE END