Cathy could stand it no longer. She stood, gathered her things, and headed to the house, intent on going upstairs, perhaps showering to get the greasy sunblock off, and then masturbating, perhaps giving herself several delicious orgasms as she thought about the events of the day.
Just as Frank walked by the back door, wearing nothing but a tee shirt, it opened and Cathy walked in. Her eyes went directly to his long, thick, bone-hard erection.
Dropping all her things in the floor, she said, “Daddy! What are you doing?” She knew, of course, exactly what he was doing. He had a big wad of toilet tissue in his hands and had been headed over to the window to look out at her and masturbate. It didn’t take a genius or a detective to figure that out within 2 seconds!
“Cathy, honey, I can explain!” Frank gasped as he frantically tried to cover himself.
“It’s okay, Daddy. Calm down!” she said as she stepped toward him and placed her hand on his face. “I love you, Daddy. I’m not mad, or upset. I’m flattered!”
Frank turned away and went to retrieve his clothing from behind the kitchen counter. “What? You shouldn’t see me like this, Cathy!”
“Well, maybe not, but I like it. Time about is fair play. You’ve been ogling me for the last hour. Touching, too,” she smiled. She felt very nervous, but recognized that situations like this just didn’t happen very often. She wanted to see where it might lead, if anywhere.
Frank came back out from behind the kitchen counter and stood holding his boxers and shorts in one hand, to his side, having totally forgotten that he was naked from the waist down. “That’s different. You weren’t naked… although it is pretty close,” he said as his eyes roamed her luscious body.
“I can be, if you want,” she said flatly, as she stepped around the counter. She glanced at her father’s dwindling hard-on, then back into his eyes. “You want?”
Frank was speechless. He couldn’t move. He looked into his daughter’s face, thinking he must have heard her wrong or maybe she was just teasing him.
“Well?” she challenged him. She was trembling slightly, but she had an uncontrollable urge to display her body to her father. She knew she had a good body and she knew that her father was dying to see it. She intensely wanted to show him how his little girl had grown up.
“Cathy…” He racked his brain for words and found that his brain could not process anything except the vision of loveliness that stood before him.
Cathy stared at his wonderfully thick cock. She longed to feel of that rigid pole. She wondered if she could get it inside her. She reached to the string that tied between her breasts and pulled. The bikini top fell to the floor, revealing her perfectly shaped, succulent, breasts to her father. Her nipples were stone-hard. They ached to be touched and licked and sucked!
“Fuck!” Frank gasped.
Cathy giggled. Her father rarely used profanity and she certainly had never heard him use the “f” word!
“Well?” she smiled as she grasped her breasts and squeezed, then pushed them up to display them even more prominently. “Do you like them?”
Frank nodded. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. He barely took the time to glance at her face when she spoke.
“Want to see the rest?”
Frank nodded again, looking imploringly into her face. Fuck yes, he wanted to see it!
“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you. I’m feeling kinda icky from all that sunblock.” She reached for his hand and led him to the stairs. Mesmerized, Frank followed, his hard cock leaking precum and waving in front of him as they climbed the stairs.
She led him to the bed. “Sit right here, Daddy, and take that silly tee shirt off,” she laughed.
Frank did as he was told, discarding the shirt into the floor without taking his eyes from his sexy daughter’s nearly naked body.
She stood so close to him that he could smell the luxurious mixed odors of the sunblock and female arousal. She offered him the string to her bikini bottom, which he accepted. He pulled the string and suddenly his daughter was standing before him in all her glorious nakedness.
Reflexively, he reached around her, grasped her ass-cheeks, and pulled her toward him. He gazed at her neatly trimmed pussy, noticing her swollen clit poking out like a miniature cock. Pulling her closer, he took her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked gently.
This was a totally new experience for Cathy. Her boyfriend had never “gone down on her”. He had sucked her breasts, and they had fucked — fucked a good many times, but they never did oral on each other.
“Ohhhh, what are you doing?” she moaned, the pleasure more intense than anything she had ever experienced. She jerked away from him.
Frank suddenly came to himself. What was he doing? He had to extricate himself from this situation and somehow think how to fix this. This was something that absolutely could not happen. He hoped he could find a way to persuade her to forgive him.
“I’m sorry, Baby…” he gasped. “I don’t know what I was thinking! Please forgive me?” he begged.
“Shish!” she laughed. “I want you to do that again, but I’m so worked up right now that it’s just TOO good. Besides, I want to shower and get this gunk off of me.” A sneaky look came over her face. She smiled. “You put this stuff on me. You gotta get it off. Come on!”
She stepped into her bathroom and started the shower, then reappeared in the doorway. “Come on, Daddy!”
Frank followed her into the bathroom, then into the shower. She grabbed the bottle of body wash and, without saying anything, handed it to him and turned her back. He squirted a generous dollop into his hand, placed the bottle on the shelf, and began to smear it all over his daughter’s back. She reached back and took both of his hands, leaned back into him, and placed them on her breasts.
“Oh that feels so good,” she moaned. She reached down for the body wash and, after getting some in one of her hands, sat the bottle back down. As her father continued to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples, she reached back and boldly took her father’s cock into her hand and began to stroke it. She realized that her boyfriend’s cock had not been half this big. She could not even get her fingers around it!
Frank, fearing that she was certainly going to make him cum, reached down and removed her hand from his prodigious organ.
Cathy took the body wash and began to wash herself off, now eager to move on to whatever might happen next. She turned toward her father, looking down at the incredible organ that waved in front of him like a weapon. She ran her hands through his chest hair. His chest was so broad and muscular! He was so handsome and so virile! What a man was her Daddy!
She cut the water off and they both stepped out to dry themselves. Cathy watched as her father’s cock swayed from side to side as he dried himself. Thick, clear liquid coated the head and a sticky strand of it was hanging off the head, and then dropped to the floor. Cathy took his cock in her hand and rubbed the slick, natural lubricant up and down his thick shaft — then she grasped it and led him to her bed.