Shannon shivered at the thought. "There's no way this could work...right? I mean, it's impulsive and reckless, or so one would think. It's dangerous, socially speaking, but when have I ever really cared about what others think? Nah, I give no shits what anybody thinks. I need to have that cock buried inside me. I need to feel his hardness, his warmth, his pulse as he unloads his sweet cum in my pussy. That's it! I've made up my mind. This has got to happen! I am going to find a way to fuck my daddy!"
Shannon is a newly-minted 18 year old senior in high school. Her hair is deep black, shoulder length, with the edges framing her face dyed a deep purple that's almost imperceptible until the sun hits it just right. Her face has a "fresh" look that almost defies her desired persona, with blue eyes and a few cute freckles on her cheek bones. At 5'5", 105 lbs Shannon is certainly a hottie, and while she prefers her clothes black in color, she often wears a snug fit that showcases her nice palm-size ass cheeks and ample pert breasts. Make no doubt that Shannon is a looker. But she doesn't care to give any of the boys in her class the time of day. No, Shannon has it bad for one person and one person only. Her daddy.
This interest in her daddy only recently surfaced. It was an innocent occurrence. Her parents are swingers...having a few friends that were a "little more friendly" than most. Shannon sort of suspected as much, but they were pretty careful not to carry on too much in her presence. They were certainly affectionate with each other, but she wrote it off as a loving relationship. They had a regular group of friends that they routinely hung out with, at times spending unplanned nights at their house, feigning too much to drink to drive home safely. Little did Shannon know that the real reason for the all-nighters was more to do with sex and less to do with being inebriated.
-- THE SEED
One afternoon, as her parent's were getting ready for a friend's party, Shannon overheard a conversation from their bedroom as she was passing by. Her mom was playfully teasing her dad...
"Babe you KNOW she's gonna be checking you out (sounding as though she's smiling)!" said mom. "That new swim suit of yours leaves NOTHING to the imagination."
"I sure hope you're right." replied her dad.
"Come here and let me see how it looks when that monster has been stirred a bit." purred mom. Then it fell silent, with occasional dad-groans and mom-coos.
"What the fuck?" Shannon thought as she walked to her room a bit faster in an attempt to hear no more. "Why is mom so chill about dad getting interest from a friend at a party? More importantly, why would dad be wearing a revealing swim suit at a party? Ewe, too much information!" Closing the door to her room behind her, Shannon shed her backpack and shoes in search of comfort, laid back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. "Dad's got a monster in his swimsuit?"
-- THE NEED
A few days have passed since Shannon overheard that conversation her parents surely didn't intend for her to overhear. In that time her thoughts on the matter have evolved from "ewe!" to "really?". She never considered her dad a hunk, but the last few days have had her wondering about that a bit. He does take care of himself. He's not a gym rat, but for a 41 year old he is one notch or two better than "dad bod". Only recently has she noticed him wearing gym shorts more often around her. It's not that he didn't before, it's just that she hadn't noticed. Now she does.
"Inquiring minds want to know!" she tells herself with an air of conviction. "I'm going to see if I can get a peek at daddy's cock! But how?" Shannon wrestled with that thought almost constantly for days, but she simply could not dream up a way to catch daddy with his guard down. And then, she had an idea.
"Daddy can you replace the ceiling light bulbs in my room today? I bought some that change colors and I'm dying to try them out." Shannon was proud of herself for hatching this plan, and it worked out better than expected. It was still early on a Saturday morning and dad was still drinking coffee, still wearing the gym shorts and t-shirt that are is around-the-house-lounging outfit. "Sure babe, but I better do it now...you're mom and I are leaving for the Simpson's house soon. It's pool party day!"
Minutes later Shannon was standing next to the ladder, handing bulbs and tools up to her dad as he did his work. And then it happened. As he reached up to the ceiling, raising slightly on his toes, she got her first peek up the leg of his shorts. Bonus! He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the morning sunlight beaming in from her window backlit him perfectly. His big, beautiful, flaccid cock swayed away from his body slightly as his weight shifted, and then laid back against his leg with an imagined thud when he lowered back down off his toes. Shannon became mesmerized as this went back and forth for a few moments while he struggled with one of the bulbs. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, his plum-sized head pointing down his leg lazily. "Damn dad is indeed packing a monster" she thought to herself. "Fuck that's hot, and a little disturbing that I think so, but fuck it's hot!"
"Sweetie will you steady me for a second while I get this last bulb out? Just hold me by my legs in case I lean or something." Wasting no opportunity, Shannon immediately reached up and placed her small hands around her daddy's thigh...the one his cock was leaning on. Her fingertips were mere inches from his cock. She could almost imagine feeling the heat emitting from his shorts, the muscles in his leg working to compensate for balance, the tightness of his skin. Suddenly he stepped down a step and before she realized it her hand had slipped up the leg of his shorts and for the briefest moment his heavy cock rested on the back side of her hand and wrist. "Oops. Sorry sweetheart" he said sheepishly. "OMG!" Shannon secretly thought to herself. "No worries dad. Thanks for changing the bulbs" she replied smilingly, as he continued to climb down the ladder and hurriedly leave her room.
She closed, and locked her door, fell back on her bed, and softly stroked her pussy lips while recounting what just happened. For the first time in her young life, Shannon saw her dad as a sexual being. Warmth washed over her as she fluttered her eyes closed, tilted her head back in to her pillows, and groaned at the dampness that was oozing from her pussy. "This changes things."
-- THE SETUP
Early the next morning Shannon bounced down the stairs in to the kitchen, finding her mom making breakfast.
"How was the pool party at the Simpson's yesterday mom?"
"Good morning sweetheart. It was good. Nothing special, but always good to see our friends."
"Did y'all go swimming or was it one of those hang out-and-drink-by-the-pool parties?" Shannon asked slyly.
"Oh we definitely spent time in the pool. Your dad was the life of the party, as usual. It's almost comical how the women trip over themselves to get his attention." her mom said with a reminiscing smile.
"Ha! That's funny. My daddy? Are you sure we're talking about the same man?"
"Oh yes darling. There's a very attractive side to your father that women just can't seem to resist. I certainly couldn't. Here, let me show you some pictures from yesterday and you'll see what I mean."
Shannon's mom then proceeds to flip thru her phone showing picture after picture of her dad with an arm around various women, getting kisses on the cheek, etc. While all that was interesting, it's most certainly not what caught Shannon's attention. What did was his attire. Dad had on a new swim suit, and it confirmed her revelations from the day before. Her daddy was hung! And in more than one or two pictures, there was at least one woman off to the side caught by the camera studying the bulge in his suit. And he wasn't even hard.
"Wow, I see what you mean mom. It looks like he was in a picture with every hottie at that party. And that swim suit...reveal much?"
