A NOTE TO THE READER: Please remember − this chapter is about a "dirty night" when "stranger" Ted picks up a teenaged girl (over 18) named Shane in a roadside bar and they go back to his motel room. This chapter does have its romantic moments, but if you're hoping for a tender, romantic, "honeymoon" evening between a father and his daughter, this chapter isn't it − you might want to wait on the next installment.
ON THE OTHER HAND, if you want to find out what a teenage barroom pickup and an older guy might do if they find themselves in a rural motel room for a night, ...
TED
I was sitting up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, listening to "barroom Shane" spin this yarn that was her back-story for being in the Pine Tree Inn -- and now, in my room -- tonight. I was having a trouble focusing. At the same time that I was getting lost in her fairytale about how her "dad" had been having sex with her -- "raping her," as she described it -- for years, I was also getting seriously distracted by what was on abundant display through the leg of her cutoffs. She noticed this, too, because she shifted her position a little, raising her leg a little farther up the chair arm -- and giving me an even better view of her. I could now confirm that, as I'd suspected, there was no underwear beneath those obscenely tight cutoffs.
Looking at her bottle to see how much was left, she took a final slug of beer and put the bottle on the floor next to the chair, stood up, and without missing a beat, unsnapped the top button of her cutoffs and unzipped the zipper half-way.
She took the three steps over to the bed, kneeled, and crawled over 'til she was straddling me. She took the beer from my hand and set it on the bed stand, and without any preliminaries started unbuttoning my shirt, button by button, 'til she reached where my shirt was tucked into my jeans. She could have taken it slowly, tugging my shirt up out of my jeans to finish unbuttoning it. Instead, she took the more direct route and unbuckled my belt. Then, in a move that completely surprised me, she continued pulling my belt 'til it was completely out of my pants.
"This might come in handy later."
She finished working my shirt off my shoulders and tugged it down my back, and as I sat there, shirtless, she grasped the bottom of her worn-thin t-shirt and pulled it up and off, shaking her head to straighten her hair.
Now she was on top of me, straddling my bare chest, her naked breasts right in front of me. But instead of directing me to her nipples, she began playing with mine. First, a lick. Then another. She paused to remove a loose chest hair from her tongue. Then to the other nipple, licking, then sucking until it stood out, almost, but not quite as much, as hers. While she sucked -- harder -- on that nipple, she toyed with the other one, squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger, then harder -- and then twisting and pulling it, hard, so that it truly hurt -- but also sent a throb to my cock.
She must have played with my nipples for five minutes, alternately soothing, then abusing them. My mind wandered to whether this was something that she did with Eddie, or was it something she had saved to do with -- to -- me?
But with a final sharp pinch to one nipple and a last swirl-and-suck to the other, the program changed. She straightened up, placing her naked breast and small hard nipples right in front of my face. "I've missed you, Dad. I want you to suck and play with my titties. Will you do that, Daddy -- will you use my titties?
Again, I was stunned to hear my daughter saying these things. But I couldn't argue -- they were having their desired effect. As I felt my cock thicken even more inside my pants, I took each nipple between my thumbs and fingers and squeezed -- first firmly, then hard. I felt Shane's hips twitch with the brutal squeeze.
Shane's breasts really hadn't developed into "breasts" yet -- they were still cones, about the size of half-lemons, sticking out from her chest. The result was to make her look more like a girl than a woman, and the whole effect was incredibly exciting. And, yes, I wanted to abuse my young daughter's titties -- "just like I was raping her."
I pretty much went wild on her chest, licking, biting, pinching, squeezing, twisting, with Shane's arms wrapped around my head, pulling my mouth to hers to lick and bite and exchange saliva, then pulling me back to her tits for more abuse. I think she had at least two orgasms while I was doing this.
Since Shane had shed her cutoffs before getting on the bed -- and on me -- she was completely naked, and this allowed me to run a hand down her back and squeeze her butt, and even slide a finger or two into the crease and tease her pussy (a little) and her asshole (even more). I managed to slip my middle finger maybe an inch or so inside her asshole, and I worked it around inside while she and I mouthed each other. She had yet another orgasm while I was finger-fucking her ass. I pulled my finger out and brought it up to our faces. I looked directly into her eyes, and I made a show out of putting my finger to my lips, then into my mouth, and slowly, lovingly sucking it clean.
A smile slowly appeared on Shane's lips. "So you like the taste of your little girl's asshole? Maybe we can arrange for more of that."
But then, apparently I had abused Shane's tits enough because she gently pushed herself back from me. While she was completely naked, I was still wearing my jeans, which she now pushed and tugged down, along with my undershorts which, of course, hung up on my now-fully-hard cock.
Shoving the last of my clothing to the floor, she bent down and, in a single move, took that entire cock all the way into her mouth, which also meant into her throat. I don't know how I compare with other men, but my experience with Georgia and with Jane has led me to believe that my cock might be on the larger side. But my daughter didn't hesitate a moment before taking all of me inside her mouth.
After satisfying herself -- and me -- that she could take me completely, she backed off and started licking and sucking around the head, and at the same time, beginning this kind of milking motion with her right hand.
I know I haven't talked much about blowjobs and cocksucking. The reason is that, for my sex life, at least, most of the cocksucking and blowjobs I've received have been for the purpose of arousing me, exciting me, and, usually, getting me ready for "something else." They haven't been for the purpose of getting me off. And that's why what Shane was doing to me now was so different. It was obvious that she was doing this with the intention of making me cum in her mouth.
Once she got this started, she took both of my hands and put them on the back of her head, and then she sort of pressed down, and I got the idea that I was supposed to force her head down onto my cock.
I pushed down a little, and apparently that was what I was supposed to do. But then Shane pressed on my hands even harder, and I could feel that I was forcing her head down so far that my cock was actually in her throat, and I felt and heard her as she gagged a little. But she continued to hold my hands in place on the back of her head while she bobbed up and down on my cock. From this, I finally got the idea: she wanted me to hold her head down while I fucked her mouth and throat. And I guess I was right, because she seemed to be pushing herself down even harder, so my cock was going even deeper into her throat. It actually looked like I was fucking her head.
"Oh, fuck, Shana -- that is so good! I'm fucking your mouth -- is that what you want? You want me to fuck your mouth?" Shane couldn't answer, of course, but she seemed to force herself down even harder onto my cock.
After a few minutes of doing this, she lifted her head off my cock and I could see the strands of mucus from her lips and mouth to my cock, probably from her gagging. I watched as she stuck three fingers into her mouth, licking them and lubricating them with her spit and the mucus. Then she put her arm under my thighs and lifted, forcing me to roll back a bit, elevating my hips -- and exposing my asshole. And then I felt her fingers, her now-slippery, slimy fingers − first one, then a second, and, finally, all three of her fingers.
I've had my asshole fingered by Georgia and by Janey, and both have even fucked me there with multiple fingers. But now, what Shane was doing, reaming my asshole at the same time she was sucking my cock and doing that milking thing with her free hand, was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before...
... and that did it. The stimulation in my asshole -- the pain, the pressure, as she massaged my -- my what? -- all of it came together at once, and without thinking about anything, I pushed her head down on my cock as far as I could and bucked up with my hips -- her fingers still firmly inside my asshole -- and simply exploded into my daughter's sucking mouth and throat.
And I pumped, and I pumped, and I pumped. Remember, this was the first time I'd cum in almost two days, and with all the anticipation, and the foreplay in the bar, and all the teasing Shane had done here in the room, it felt like I'd never stop cumming.
I finally exhausted myself, and it was then I realized that my hands were still on Shana's head, and I was still pushing down on her so that all the while I was cumming, I must have been deep in her throat. I slowly raised my hands, and Shane lifted her head, until my cock was completely out of her mouth. I caught my breath, and she tried to recover hers after the near-choking she'd been enduring. She raised herself up and looked at me. Her lips were swollen from the abuse we'd both inflicted on them, and there was some white stuff on the corners. Apparently she'd swallowed all the rest.
"Best cum ever?"
And I thought about it. Better than with Candace? Better than Georgia? Better than the incredibly exciting sessions with Janey?
