Chapter One: "Nick's Thoughts During the Car Ride"
"Come on, Daddy!" she called out giddily as she ran to the car. It was my daughter's 18th birthday and I had promised to take her to an amusement park, the same one we had been going to since she was 5. It was a combination graduation and birthday celebration. She thought it would be her last hurrah as a child, as she entered adulthood.
I more than happily complied with her wish as we had always had fun at Great Adventure. Some of our best father-daughter bonding moments were there. As a child Sarah had never shown the slightest bit of fear about any of the rides and had eagerly tried each one, as soon as she was tall enough to reach the height limits set by the park. Her mother had been the one to watch on the ground as Sarah and I sought our thrills.
The park was five hours away, so we had decided to get an early start. Sarah had packed buttered bagels, fruit and coffee for our trip, as well as a picnic lunch in the cooler. She had been taking care of me for the last 5 years now, ever since her mother died. She was a good girl, and I loved her dearly, more than my own life itself.
She had always been a bright child, and the apple of Karen and mine's eyes. Now that she was grown up, she continued to be the light of my life, and really the only happiness I have had since Karen died. I was dating a woman but it was more of a sexual release than anything else for me, although I had the feeling Carly has been hoping for a marriage proposal from me sometime soon.
I couldn't help admire how beautiful my daughter had become. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had a beautiful face, peach colored skin and deep brown eyes framed by long, curly lashes. When her eyes were closed her lashes were a stunning dark contrast against her cream colored cheeks. This morning she was wearing a white t-shirt and cut off jeans, which showed off her muscular calves, topped with white sneakers. When she walked downstairs before, I had to catch my breath at the sight of her.
She had full breasts that pressed tightly against her shirt; the white only accentuated them. Her shorts were short to say the least, and showed the very bottom of the lovely curve of her ass when she bent over, as she did right in front of me to pack the cooler. I was glued to the sight of her ass and felt an erection build as I gazed longingly at my own daughter. I found myself wondering if she was wearing underwear, and if not, how easy it would be to slide the denim fabric that was barely covering her ass over to expose her pussy lips.
When Sarah turned around suddenly, and called, "Dad!?" impatiently, I had to tear my eyes away from her, and stood there a moment, trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing, instead of admiring her ass.
"The suitcases?" she reminded me with one eyebrow cocked.
"Right, right" I had muttered under my breath. I wondered if she knew what I was looking at.
In the car, she turned the radio on full blast and we sang along to the music, as we had always done since she was small. We drank our coffees and ate the bagels an hour into the drive. I asked her for some fruit, and she opened a plastic container to expose ripe, juicy bits of melon, berries and pineapple.
"How am I going to eat that as I drive?" I asked her.
"Oh. I hadn't thought about that, daddy" she said. She appeared to look thoughtful a moment and finally said, "How about I feed it to you as you drive?"
I looked at her sideways to see if she was serious. She was. I shrugged in agreement. It wasn't like I was going to suck on her fingers I said to myself. She was going to put a piece of fruit near my mouth and I would quickly bite it. And that's how the first few pieces went anyway.
After feeding me for a few minutes, Sarah said, "I love strawberries" as she took a lush red strawberry to her mouth and played with it with her lips, suckling on the tip of the berry.
She was making low slurping sounds as she sucked the juice from the berry. I glanced over at her and was taken aback by the sight of my sexy daughter suckling a strawberry as if it were a sexual object. My cock stirred in my jeans. I quickly looked away and pretended I did not notice.
Suddenly, she stopped sucking the succulent berry and leaned over the seat, holding the same berry that had just been between her luscious lips to my mouth. "Taste how good this is, daddy" she said in a girlish voice.
I gripped the steering wheel, trying to control the growing hunger in my pants. "Sarah" I said evenly.
"Daddy" she replied, just as evenly. "You like strawberries" she said matter of fact.
When I did not budge, she brought it to my lips and traced them with the ripe berry. I closed my eyes briefly, lost in the sensuality of the moment. My cock twitched and I hoped she didn't see the tent growing in my jeans. I let myself go for a second and snaked my tongue out to trace the berry's soft outline, gliding my tongue over the fingers that held the berry.
Suddenly, she snatched the berry from my mouth and brought it to her lips, and popped it in. Two can play at this game I thought. I quickly reached over and shoved my fingers in her mouth, trying to grab hold of the berry. I managed to grab a tentative hold of it and felt the berry pop and squish beneath to strain of my fingers.
She was quick herself. She grabbed hold of my hand and forced my fingers to remain in her mouth as she chewed and swallowed the berry, now soft and malleable from all our handling. She sucked my fingers as if she was sucking a cock. I couldn't believe the sensation I was feeling from my little girl's mouth! She was so fucking sexy, I thought to myself as I looked over and caught her eye.
Our eyes locked and she continued to suckle my finger, licking the juices from the berry clean. At that moment I forgot she was my little girl and all I thought about was how good that mouth would feel on my aching cock. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Then all too suddenly, she took my fingers from her mouth. They made a popping sound as they slipped past her puckered lips.
She then announced, "All clean!" She looked at me demurely and popped another berry in her mouth. My eyes regained their focus on the road and for a long while neither of us said anything.
Chapter Two: "Sarah's Memory of the Pool Incident"
My daddy and I were on our way to Great Adventure. I was so excited and happy to be spending this time with him! I had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Not only would it just be the two of us having fun all day long on ride after ride, but we would be spending the weekend at a hotel so that we could go to the park a few times. I had been thinking about the possibilities of being alone with my father in a big double bed, with little but the sheets between us since I saw him a few months ago fucking his new girlfriend.
I had come home early from school, before it let out for the year and found the two of them in the pool. I was not prepared for what I was about to see, but since then, my whole outlook about my father has changed!
I had always thought him handsome. My girlfriends were jealous of how attractive he was and teased me with how they had wanted to fuck him. He
was
quite attractive. He was tall, about 6'0 and well built. His back and shoulders were broad and muscular from years of working out. His legs and stomach were lean and solid from running daily. Daddy had a full head of hair that was still blonde, with streaks of grey at the temples and eyes so blue you could lose yourself looking into them.
My mom and he had made a great couple and he had been single for almost four and a half years since she died. This last year he had started to date again and was currently with a woman half his age- only slightly older than myself!
I really hated that bitch. I had always thought that Carly was only after his money. My father was a prestigious lawyer and had a handsome portfolio. I soon found out that she was apparently also after his big cock! I suppose he liked her for her body. It certainly looked like he did that day!
When I had come home from school that day, I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink and heard laughing coming from the pool area through the kitchen sliding door. The kitchen was the top story of the house, so you could see the yard underneath it, through the sliding door and deck. I looked out to see what the noise was and saw my father and Carly meshed together against the side of the shallow end of the pool.
I quickly ducked and crouched low to the ground, watching the action through the wooden slots in the deck. Carly's legs were entwined around my father's back and his head was bent, sucking her nipples. Her head was thrown back and she was laughing and moaning at the same time.
"Nick! You're terrible. What if someone sees us?" I heard her ask.
"No one can see us, Carly. Sarah is at school until 3 and the fence conceals us from the neighbors. Besides, no one is going to be able to see that pretty pussy of yours with my cock buried in it under the water!"
I bristled as I heard my name mentioned. I did not like hearing my father say my name as he was getting ready to fuck that whore. I then heard Carly laugh again and saw her close her eyes as my father's mouth enclosed a nipple.
Carly's nipples were rosy colored and pert, the nipples hard in my father's mouth. I had to admit that Carly was quite pretty, if not a total dimwitted wench. She had long blonde hair and a slim body. Her breasts were not as large as mine were but they were pert and firm. I had always been jealous of how small Carly was as compared to me. I wasn't fat by any means, but had what I liked to call a "voluptuous body". My hips and butt were full and curvy, although my stomach was fairly flat and legs taut and sculpted from years of playing tennis.
I wondered what it felt like to suck on a nipple. Once when my best friend Janet and I were having a sleep over, we had compared our breasts and had gingerly touched each other's nipples, just to feel what breasts would feel like to boys. This was before we had actually experienced a boy's hands on our bodies. We hadn't gone any further than that, although I might have if she had asked me to.
