Debbie Jones: Daddy And Me

"Hell, you'd think you were getting ready for a date," Marve griped.

But I didn't pay any attention. It was important I didn't go home looking like I'd just finished last at a fuckin' orgy. When we walked out, the owner of the house smiled at me.

"You can leave her here if you want to," he smiled.

"Maybe I should," he grinned.

I didn't say anything. I just wanted to get home as fast as I could. It was plenty late. The moon had come out in the meantime and the lake wasn't all black anymore. Flashes of light streaked down through the clouds here and there.

When Marvin pulled up at my house, I told him, "Maybe we've had it."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't think I should get deeper in the kind of life you lead!"

"That's nice," he smiled sarcastically, "I give you the best time of your life and you tell me we've had it. How many guys would be so generous as to share their chick with some other men? A lot of people who don't dig the possessive route like this kind of action. It's much more healthy, than the sick-sick society that gets divorces and all that crap."

"You've got your life style all mapped out, haven't you?"

"Yes," he snapped, "and it makes sense."

"To you, but not to me." I got out, slammed the door and walked up the walk to the house, as he drove off.

All girls have problems, but my problem was compounded with the fact I really found my strongest sex desires leading me to my own Dad. I didn't feel dirty when he did it, but this orgy action couldn't be the right thing to do. There had to be some feeling back of it. As I walked into the house, I thought I'd rather not wake Dad.

I undressed quickly and slid into bed. I had just drifted off to sleep, when I felt something. I awoke with a start.

"It's just me, baby doll," he whispered, pressing his naked body tighter to mine.

"Oh, Dad," I sighed. "We can't… ohh… "

His lips were on mine, crushing me. His chest pressed on my soft breasts and his arms slipped around me.

As I felt his tongue slid in my mouth. I eagerly tongued him back. I thrilled to these wild emotions, surging through me like this.

"Oh, honey, won't you suck on it for a minute… then I've got an idea for us."

I wanted to do him. I wanted to excite him with the things I'd learned at the sex orgy. I slid down between his legs. His thighs embraced me as I pulled his peter to my mouth. He was rock hard, a drop of cum forming on the great head. I licked it off and then applied my mouth in earnest.

"Oh, baby, suck it for me, like that. Ohhhh, I love it." But I vowed I'd show him something wild, something different. After a few sucking seconds, I pulled off his penis and lifted his ass up.

"Let me lick you here," I pleaded.

I swung my tongue around his asshole, and as I felt his ass quiver to my tongue-touch, I got turned on all the more. I lashed my tongue all around his asshole, and suddenly stiffened and plunged up there.

He sure liked that, his butt churning about as if he'd flipped.

"Baby, eat my ass out. I like that. I haven't had that since a girl in Panama ate me. Ohhh, baby, do that. Oh yes. I was in the Navy, and we laid over in Panama City. And the girls there do everything. I love it… keep sucking."

Flicking my tongue in and out of his asshole rapidly, I was massaging his nuts and stroking his prick at the same time. All this action was driving him wild. And this was precisely what I wanted.

When he was almost there, I suddenly yanked my tongue out, and licked the underside of his prick, finishing with my mouth over it. He rammed it to me, holding me down.

"Suck, suck, suck Daddy's dick. Suck it off, Debbie, baby… ohhhh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, ahhhh, ohhhhhhhh!"

The cum exploded. I got a hot mouthful as he shot it to me. His body churned about but I held on tight. I wouldn't miss a drop of his stiff if I could help it.

As I slid off his penis, I sighed, "You're wonderful."

"You really dig your Daddy, don't you?"

"You bet your sweet ass I do," I admitted freely.

"Why shouldn't we be lovers?" he sighed. "Isn't it feeling back of the act that counts?"

"Incest is a beautiful thing," I said, resting my head on his handsome chest…

"I think so too," he smiled. "We just have to never tell anybody, you hear?"

"Never," I promised him.

We fell asleep like this, and then I felt him getting harder. I reached down to stroke it.

"Baby," he whispered, "why don't I put an Enz on my prick and screw you right?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"Just a small rubber sheath I slip over the head of my penis, so I won't give you babies," he explained.

"I can feel all the rest of your prick," I gasped in delight, as I saw him pull the small rubber sheath over the head of his penis. Soon, he was driving it up me. I reached back to feel of his buttocks and pull him closer.

"I love you in me, I love it, Daddy, I love it," I gasped in total delight as his tool thrust far inside me.

"Kiss me, baby, kiss me," he said, as his lips pressed on mine. Soon his tongue was in my mouth and we were tongue-fucking. A scorching Frenching job was bringing us both to a wild climax.

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," he gasped, "ohhh, I haven't had it like this for so long, baby, keep grinding."

How glad I was I'd had my experiences that had taught me what every woman should know about screwing.

"That's it… grab it with your cunt muscles… Oh, you know a lot. Instinct," he smiled.

And then he came, his huge dick exploded in my cunt as I pulled his ass cheeks toward me. I loved the feel of his penis exploding and only wished I could let him know he didn't have to use a rubber. I'd been screwing with the pill for ages. But I could tell him all that later, so he wouldn't be afraid. For now, it was wonderful enough to lie here, with his throbbing pecker pushing inside me.

"Oh Daddy, I love you, I love you," I moaned; pulling his face toward me and kissing it passionately.

The days were narrowing down to vacation time and as we had breakfast one morning, Daddy reached out and took my hand in his.

"Baby, we need a vacation," he smiled.

"Where? When? Oh, Daddy, I love you, I love you." I got out of my chair, walked back of his and threw my arms around him and hugged him. We had to get away from all the pressures. And maybe this vacation would help solve some of the turmoil that whirled around me.

"I've decided on Acapulco," he smiled. "Yes… Mexico City and Acapulco. They've got a great bargain on a charter flight leaving from O'Hare Airport just one week after you get out of school. How does that sound to you?"

"Oh, wonderful… wonderful… I love you, Daddy, gotta' run to school or I'll be late." Marve's honking never stopped until I ran out the door.

"Goodbye, baby," Daddy called after me as I dashed down the walk to meet Marve.

"We're going to be late," he complained as usual. But we weren't. Opening bell rang just as he pulled into the parking lot. By running, we made it. After school I had a chance to tell Marve about our vacation.

"I don't like it," he snapped.

"Why not?"

"What am I going to do for fucks when you're gone?"

"Oh, I'm sure you will find all the available ass floating about in school. As a matter of fact I've heard you aren't as loyal to me as you'd like to have me think you are."

"I swear on a stack of Bibles you are the only chick I've been balling," he said angrily.

"I'm flattered," I sighed, "but I still don't believe you." Marve didn't say another word. He clammed up like this whenever he didn't get involved in a hot argument for fear he might blurt the truth out.

Finally the big day came-Mexico City, Acapulco. I'd seen Elvis on TV in "Fun in Acapulco" and now I was going to see the place for real.