My eighteen-year-old daughter is one succulent piece of meat. I fuck her all the time--now that she's legal--and she loves it when she eats my cum. I've been dreaming about her for a couple of years, and I got to act on my feelings a month ago; I'll tell you about it.
It was a sweaty spring afternoon when Jenny got home from field-hockey practice. (I always loved to go watch her and her team-mates running around the grass with those outfits on, but the skirts were too low...then.) Today, however, the Badgers' coach decided--to my great ecstasy--to give them the new ones.
My daughter walked into the living room through the open front door with a plaid skirt that rested in mid-thigh. Her dark-blue socks covered her knees, but still showed the fresh-baked-bread tan of her legs. The top was tight, and her delicious-looking mounds were stretching the sweater out; I could see her eraser-type nipples thrusting against the fabric. Her stick was in her hand, and she threw it towards the coat rack as she stormed in on me watching TV.
She stood directly in front of the television with her hands on her beautiful hips; the right side of her ass was raised higher than the other. I had to struggle to keep my ten inches of manhood from flowering in my sweatpants as I asked her what was wrong.
"I'll tell you 'what's wrong'! The fuckin coach is making us wear these new uniforms. How the hell can I play good if I think some guy's checkin out my ass in this?" Her long blonde hair, that was fixed in a pony-tail, bobbed around as she yelled. The sweat from the day's practice rolled down her cheeks and thighs in slippery rivulets. My cock stirred.
"I don't know, sweety. I think you look fine. You'll still be scoring more goals than anyone out there. And, by the way, the guys are going to check you out no matter what you wear. You're gorgeous!" I grabbed the magazine that was sitting next to me and draped it over my crotch nonchalantly.
"Thanks daddy, I'll get over it. Ooh, is that the new interview with...?" She reached forward and gripped the magazine off of my lap. I tried to tell her to "hold on, I'm still reading it", but she pulled it off, and just stared at my member bulging inside my sweats. I was glad that it was only me and her in the house right now because I didn't need her telling her mom that I was rock-solid from leering at my daughter.
The magazine fell to the floor as my little girl's eyes were transfixed on my flesh-pole hidden inside the cloth of my sweats. I was nervous, and I started to say something when she said, "Daddy, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but your...um...penis is huge!"
My balls shriveled inside my sack as I couldn't fathom what my daughter just said. I decided to go with it. "Why, thank you, dear. But, it's okay, you could call it what girls your age normally call it." I stretched my arms back behind the couch so my daughter could get a better view of my stuff.
"Your...cock is wonderful. I've had a couple of dicks, but none that big." She looked down at the floor. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you. I just never saw one so magnificient before. Does mommy like it?"
"Your mother can't get enough of it. I cum inside all of her holes all the time; at least, I used to. She don't give me much anymore." I sat up and stared at my baby's glistening love-sticks shiny with perspiration. As I did, my cock-head poked out through the top of my sweats, and it rested on my lower chest.
"Damn, daddy, how long is it?" Jenny came around the table in front of me, and sat down; her gaze never left my sausage. Her tanned legs were slightly agape, and I caught a glimpse of her cotton panties. There was a line of moisture along the crack.
"Ten inches, darling. I'm sorry that you saw me like this; I feel so ashamed, but I have to tell you this: You are a sexy young woman, and, if you would let me, I would like to fuck the hell outta you."
"Oh dad, after seeing that monster cock of yours, how could a girl say no." She winked at me as she started pulling her sweater off. "You wanna see my titties, don't you daddy?" Her bra was as white as her underwear as I watched it fight with the load of her bosom. The bottom of her sweater got caught on those jugs, and when she pulled it free, they jiggled lively in front of me.
Now my litle girl reached around and undid the clasp of her bra. Her nipples were fully erect, and the skin around them was light brown and sweet-looking. I reached down and used my thumb on the bulbous head of my dick; the pre-cum was salivating from the hole. I could have easily sucked my own penis, but my daughter was here, so what the fuck?
Jenny fondled her tits and looked down at the slab of cock in front of her. "Daddy, I could see your dick throbbing. You want your baby to suck it? Huh?"
The skirt she was wearing was pulled taught as her legs were open very wide. I could see a lot of semen soaking through her panties now. She was a cummer...just like mom. I wanted to cum all over her knee-high socks, but then I thought better of it: better in her mouth. "Yes, Jenny, please. Suck as much of my cock as you can. Just take your time, and go inch-by slippery-inch."
She scooted the table she was sitting her fine ass on closer to me. Her fingers gripped my waistband and hauled my sweats and boxers down to my knees. "Daddy, I'll bet you can suck your own shaft," she said as she got a complete look at my unit. She licked her full lips.
"You bet I can. I used to do it once in a while when I was lonely. I'm not gay or anything, I just feel that if you can go down on yourself...why not?"
