Call Me Alex Now

Alexandra Richardson, or Sandy for short, was sitting on the toilet doing a pee. It was the middle of the night and she was sitting there half asleep, glad it was now into the wee small hours of Saturday morning. Robotically, she tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped herself dry. But then, as she dropped the soiled piece of paper into the pan her fingers lingered, feeling the soft flesh of her labia and her soft downy pubes. She spread her lips, searching for her clit, stroking it gently.

It had been several months since she had last been fucked. It was three months since her jerk of a boyfriend had dumped her. She had been a bit of a wreck at the time as her mother Alexandra, or Alex, had just recently died of liver cancer, after a very short illness.

Her mother's death had devastated Sandy and her father, Alex's husband, Russ, but he had been a real rock, and had really stepped up to the plate, helping Sandy through this really rough time and making her realise that if Brad couldn't support her now, she was better off without him.

Sandy sighed, she would probably have to wait now until she got to University in September. There she would be able to start afresh, and she was sure that she would be able to find plenty of hard cock willing to fuck her.

She padded silently out of the bathroom and along the darkened corridor towards her bedroom. She had no real idea what the time was, but knew it had to be about two in the morning. She would be able to have a long lie in.

As she approached her parent's bedroom, she heard a faint noise. Sandy could see that her father's door was slightly ajar, so she crept up to the opening. It was dark inside, but she knew the orientation of the room.

Now she could hear a little more clearly and she was now convinced that the sound was her father sobbing, and as she stood there she was sure that every now and again he murmured 'Alex'.

Suddenly, Sandy realised that her father was grieving. Every day he had been a rock for her, but at night he was grieving for the partner, lover, and soulmate that he had lost. How could she have been so selfish and not realise that he too must have been in so much pain as well.

Sandy couldn't leave him like this now, she had to go and tell him it was OK, and help him as he had helped her.

Quietly, she pushed the door open and stepped into the room, her bare feet soundless on the thick pile carpet. She stepped over to the side of the bed she knew her mother normally occupied.

It was a warm night, and as Sandy's eyes became accustomed to the faint light in the bedroom she could see that her father had only a thin sheet pulled up over his legs. She thought she could also sense him trembling as he continued to sob.

Gently, Sandy crept onto the bed and slipped under the sheet and up behind her father's warm body. Instinctively, she slipped her arm around her father's waist, following the direction of his arm, seeking out his hand which she intended to squeeze with her own.

However, before Russ could respond or even realise that Sandy was there her small hand was grasping his, as he grasped his rock hard cock in his own hand.

Sandy gasped at the sudden realisation of what her father was doing, but for some strange reason never thought to withdraw her hand.

"Oh my God Dad! I'm so sorry! I thought you were crying and came to console you, just as you did me!" gasped Sandy, somehow or other, still unable to let go of her father's hand.

"Shit Sandy! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have been doing this!" spluttered her father, as he tried to wriggle from Sandy's grasp, "It's just that I miss your Mom!"

"I know Dad! I miss her too! But I know you must have needs!" Sandy agreed, feeling herself getting aroused after her brief caress in the bathroom and now the feel of her father's large cock.

Suddenly, a mischievous thought went through Sandy's mind. Maybe they could both have their 'needs' met.

"Turn over Dad. Turn to face me!" insisted Sandy, who still refused to release her grip on her father's hand and cock.

"Honey, I can't!" gasped her father.

"Please! Let me help!" Sandy pleaded.

"But Sandy, it's wrong!" blustered her father, whose cock was showing no sign of wilting.

"I want you to call me Alex from now on, Russ!" whispered Sandy.

Russ groaned at the sudden realisation of what his daughter was suggesting.

"Turn over, Russ!" repeated Sandy, her voice becoming more direct.

Slowly, Russ turned over to face his daughter, her hand never leaving his hand on his cock. Russ looked into Sandy's face and saw her mother, his wife.

"Let me do it, Russ!" persuaded Sandy, as she now used both hands to ease her father's from his cock so she could grasp it herself.

They both groaned as Sandy's small warm hands wrapped themselves round Russ's large hard shaft.

"God Russ, you're so big!" gasped Sandy, as she got a proper feel of her father's cock and instinctively began to slide her hands along its length.

"Fuck Alex! That feels so good!" groaned Russ, now lost in the moment.

"Hold me tight, Russ," instructed Sandy, and Russ wrapped an arm round her waist pulling her tightly to him, so his cock was now squashed between their bodies.

Sandy pulled her t-shirt up to her breasts so that her father's cock was now rubbing against her bare stomach and the underside of her unfettered breasts. Now she started rubbing the hard flesh of her father's cock across her smooth soft skin.

"Oh God! Yes!" gasped Russ, as he thrust his hips against his daughter's body, his eyes closed in ecstasy. It had been months since any other hand had touched his cock and Sandy's touch was electrifying.

"Cum for me, Russ!" whispered Sandy, "I want you to cum over my body!"

"YESSSSSSSS!" he cried loudly, as his cock erupted. Weeks of pent up emotion and stored spunk gushed from his cock spraying across Sandy's stomach and her breasts. Feverishly, she continued to slide his cock across her body, spreading the slimy thick white goo everywhere, all over her hands, her father's cock and her stomach and breasts.

For Sandy, the warm slippery liquid was like nectar from the Gods, but she already had other plans. As her father groaned and moaned in his orgasmic stupor, Sandy rapidly yanked down her skimpy little panties and kicked them off her feet. Russ was still in a daze as he recovered from possibly the biggest ejaculation he had ever produced, and as Sandy continued to caress his cock he felt it becoming hypersensitive, and regaining its hardness.

Carefully, Sandy pushed her father onto his back and immediately straddled his hips. If her plan was to work, she had to act fast, before he could respond. Still grasping his cock she raised her hips and slipped the tip of his cock down along her pussy. This contact on his sensitive flesh made his hips jerk and his cock leapt up and into Sandy's sopping pussy.

"Yes!" cried Sandy, as she felt her father's cock penetrate her vagina. Then, without hesitation, she lowered herself so that another four inches were engulfed.

"Soo good!" sighed Sandy, as she began slowly riding her father's cock. However, her pleasure was momentarily interrupted.

"Sandy! What are you doing!" cried Russ, as he tried to lift his daughter off his pulsing cock.

"I'm Alex, Russ!" Sandy gently replied, lying down on top of her father, her whole weight on top of him, making it more difficult for him to dislodge her. This simple act also meant that another couple of his thick inches penetrated Sandy's pussy making her whimper with delight.

"Oh God Russ! You're so big and hard!" she groaned, "Please fuck me! I need to cum!"

"Oh fuck, Alex! I shouldn't!" replied her father, pitifully moaning as Sandy continued easing herself along her father's cock.

"Yes, you should, Russ. I want you to fuck me," begged Sandy, now kissing him tenderly on the face and mouth.

Russ couldn't help himself responding, the cunt wrapped around his cock was so slippery and tight, it felt so good after all this time. Hungrily, he grasped hold of Sandy's hips and began lifting her up and down on his cock, his own hips working in unison to begin to pummel her pussy. Sandy's heart leapt, her father was actually going to fuck her, and she grinned broadly.

Sandy lifted herself up off her father chest, as he continued to pump his cock and hips up to meet her. Grabbing hold of the bottom of her t-shirt she yanked it up and over her head, throwing it across the room, then grasping and squeezing her breasts.

"YES!.... YES!... YES!" she panted, in rhythm to Russ's thrusts, "Fuck me! Make me cum!" she cried, as she felt her orgasm begin to build

"FUCK, ALEX!" cried her father, as he quickened his pace, "I'M CUMMING TOO!" he yelled, as he lifted his hips high off the bed, burying his cock deep in Sandy's cunt and blasted five jets of spunk deep into her.

As she felt her father's cock swell in her pussy, Sandy's body also began convulsing, her hips and legs twitching and quivering as her own orgasm exploded.

"UGH!... AAAH!... YES!... CUMMMMIN'!" she wailed, as she collapsed down on top of him panting and gasping.

They lay there like that, Sandy lying on top of her father, for over five minutes as they recovered their breathing and their senses, before Sandy gently kissed him on the lips and rolled off his body to lie beside him.

Russ turned over to face her, tears welling in his eyes.

"Sand....." he began, but she cut him off, placing a finger on his lips.

"I'm Alex now," she whispered, "Let's sleep on it, and we can discuss tomorrow."

She had barely got the words from her mouth when she felt her father's body and breathing relax and within twenty seconds he was asleep. Sandy smiled to herself, then cuddled into her father's body, wrapping one of his arms around her.

Russ awoke the next morning to the delicious smell of fresh coffee, bacon and pancakes. Then suddenly the events of just a few hours earlier struck him and he felt sick. He had fucked his daughter, and he had filled her vagina full of his spunk! What was he thinking? Why was he getting hard thinking about what happened!

Slipping on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, he headed downstairs, still unsure what was going to happen, or what on earth he was going to say.

As he entered the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks. Bending over looking into the fridge was Sandy, dressed in a short denim skirt and t-shirt, but as she bent over her thong covered arse was on full display.

"Fuck!" groaned Russ, only a little louder than he meant.

Sandy jumped up at the sound and turned to find her father standing there, with a worried look on his face.

"Morning sleepyhead," she teased, as she skipped across the kitchen and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Ready for some breakfast?"

Russ nodded dumbly, and allowed himself to be led to the table where Sandy quickly provided a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes and bacon, ready to be covered with syrup.

"Sandy, we have to talk," began Russ as he took a seat.

"Please Dad, I want to be known as Alex from now on," replied Sandy quietly.

"Honey, you can't replace her," Russ responded, looking intently at his daughter.

"Russ, I know I can't, and I have no intention of trying," smiled Sandy, "In a couple of months I'm going to Uni anyway, so I won't be here. But until then, we could give ourselves a little bit of love and pleasure. Then we can try and get you back on the roundabout again. I know Mom would want you too. She loved you very much, but she wouldn't want you to pine around here thinking of her when you have so much to offer."

Russ sat back looking stunned. He had been thinking of what to say since he had gotten up, but couldn't think of the right words. But his daughter, had obviously been thinking about things too and had a whole speech worked out! This was all crazy! But also what she said brought a tear to his eyes.

"Those were almost the last words Alex said to me as well," Russ mumbled, as he picked up his coffee cup and had a big drink.

"Oh Dad!" gasped Sandy, "I never knew. You never told me what she had said that last time you saw her," and she got up from her seat and went and knelt beside her father's chair, wrapping her arms around his neck, and they both sobbed.

They hugged each other for a few more minutes, then Sandy lifted her head to look at her father.

"Mom was really lucky, to have you," she grinned, "And you've got a wonderful cock!"

Russ gave her another kiss on the lips.

"And you are the spitting image of your Mom. It's no wonder you made me so hard last night," he laughed back.

"I think we'd better eat our breakfast before it gets cold," suggested Sandy, as she rose and took her seat.

The two munched their way through all the pancakes and bacon then tidied up the kitchen.

"Have you had a shower yet?" asked Sandy, looking slyly at Russ.

"No, not yet," he replied, not yet catching on to what she had in mind.

"Mmmmm, I could wash your back, if you wash mine?" Sandy asked suggestively, as the grin on her face increased.

"Race you to the shower," was Russ's reply, as he scooted out of the kitchen and up the stairs before Sandy could even move.

By the time Sandy got there, she was giggling, but she was met by the sound of the shower running in the large en-suite off her parent's bedroom, and her father standing there naked, his cock semi-erect, waiting for the water to heat up.

Sandy stood and took in his physique. He was only forty-two, and was in very good shape. He and her mother had really enjoyed their fitness, but not to the extreme, they both worked out, often together, and as a family they had always enjoyed physical holidays.

But Sandy's eyes kept being drawn to his cock. It really was a thing of beauty. Or so she thought. It was only the third she had really seen 'in the flesh' and the other two didn't really give her much of a comparison. She watched hungrily as the cock continued to swell and stand to attention, and her pussy began to tingle, remembering just how it had felt last night and how it was going to feel again, very shortly.

"Come on then! Stop day-dreaming!" scolded her father, as he stepped in under the water, grabbing the bar of soap and waving it at her.

In a flash she had her t-shirt over her head and was kicking her skirt and panties across the bathroom floor before she jumped in beside him. Sandy stood under the showerhead and lifted her arms to the ceiling, giving Russ uninterrupted access to her body to soap her down.

Having covered her in bubbles, Russ then picked up the flannel from the shelf and began to rub Sandy's body, paying lots of attention to her breasts and nipples as the rough material tantalised her flesh, her nipples hardening instantly.

Sweeping the flannel down over her abdomen he headed between her legs to pay the same attention to her clit and labia. As the rough cloth slid across Sandy's sensitive flesh, Russ bent his head to engulf a nipple in his mouth chewing on the hard peanut.

"AAAAARRRGHHH!" wailed Sandy, as the combined sensations brought on an explosive orgasm, and her legs quivered and buckled as she stood there.

Russ held her in his strong arms as she recovered, gently kissing her wet neck, as her breathing began to slow.

"Mmmmmm, that was so nice!" murmured Sandy, as she lifted her head to smile up at Russ, "My turn now!" she added as she reached for the soap to begin to wash her father.

Turning him round, she started on his back, sliding her soapy hands across his muscled flesh, working her way lower towards his buttocks. Slowly, she eased herself down onto her knees behind him, her hands roaming up and down his legs, before cheekily she slid her hand firmly along his bum crack to hold his testicles in her hand.

Russ groaned loudly as he felt Sandy's hand cradle his sack, gently massaging the two firm stones inside. Instinctively, he widened his stance to give her easier access, hoping that more was to follow, as his hard cock ached and pulsed with pleasure. More was forth coming but not quite what was expected.

With Russ's legs now wider, Sandy, could get a clearer view of his anus and a huge grin split her face. Releasing her father's heavy sac, she slid her hand back along his crack until she found his puckered hole and she gently pressed a finger against it.

"OH YES!" cried Russ, as he felt the pressure of Sandy's finger against his bumhole. As the pressure gently increased, Russ tried to relax his sphincter as much as possible, and bending his knees, squatted slightly.

Sandy gasped at her father's actions. This was not really what she had expected, nor was the wail of delight he produced when Sandy's finger slowly slid into his anus. Slowly, she eased her finger in and out, hearing her father's grunts matching her movements.

She was totally turned on by what was happening. Dropping the soap onto the floor she reached through his legs with her other hand and searched for his cock. It was so hard and erect, it stood almost upright, flat against his abdomen.

"NOOOOOOO!" bellowed Russ, "You'll make me cum!"

Sandy was suddenly between a rock and a hard place. The thought of watching her father spew his spunk against the wall of the shower as she finger fucked his ass, was incredibly appealing, but her pussy was crying out for a good fucking. She reckoned her father would be more than willing to give her that.

Slipping around on the tiled floor of the shower, Sandy moved around in front of her father as she tried to keep her finger buried in his bum. His cock looked painfully hard and was bouncing up and down in time with the movement of her finger. It was easy to tell that her father was enjoying this. Again, she reached up with her free hand and grasped his cock this time pulling it towards her mouth. She had yet to taste his hard cock, now was the ideal time.

"No! Later!" growled Russ, as he reached down to slip his hands under her armpits, then he effortlessly lifted her up and pinned her against the wall of the shower, his hard cock slipping over her stomach. Lifting a little higher, the hard shaft slipped across Sandy's clit as if on autopilot headed and for her pussy.

Lust had taken over Russ now, and at the first feel of Sandy's love channel, he allowed her to drop mercilessly down onto his cock.

"GOD! FUCK! RUSS!" squealed Sandy, as she was impaled on his hard rod, "GO ON, FUCK ME!"

Russ pinned her against the wall and began to piston his hips back and forward, sliding his full eight inches rapidly in and out of Sandy's cunt. He was like a man possessed, so turned on had he been as Sandy had stuck her finger up his ass. It was something Alex used to do to him, and now, without any instruction, his daughter had done the same thing.

Her ministrations had got him right to the point of cumming and now there was going to be no holding back. He pumped away furiously, shafting her as if she were a rag doll, totally unconcerned about her pleasure, just wanting to take his own.

But that was fine with Sandy, after the previous night and their little chat over breakfast she still expected her father to put a halt on any further sexual activity between them. Now she knew that he would be willing to fuck her whenever he, or she, wanted. And right now she wanted to feel her father's spunk blast into her pussy again.

Just as Sandy was about to cum, and she thought her father was too, Russ suddenly stopped. Grabbing her by the hips he levered her off the wall, keeping his cock entrenched in her pussy, he almost sprinted back through to the bedroom, and flung Sandy down on the bed. This time his cock did leave her pussy with a very audible sloppy pop, quickly followed by a wet slap as it smacked against his stomach.

Roughly, he grabbed Sandy's legs and flipped her over, so she was lying on her stomach, then he grasped her hips and lifted them up giving him the perfect angle to ram his cock back into her pussy from behind.