Chapter 3

Jim woke the next morning with an aching bladder that threatened to burst. His daughter Anita and he had made love until the wee hours of the morning. The recollection of that experience brought a smile to his face and a glow to his heart. She had shown him more love and tenderness than he could remembersince ... well, ever. And while she might still be only 19, she was proving to be a lover that he had a hard time keeping up with. Their sex was something that most men could only dream of, and even dreams paled in comparison to the real thing.

Over the last two days, Anita had seduced him, and she had swept him away. Both he and Anita had been deserted by his wife, Megan, seven years ago. His wife had walked out of the house, and was never seen by them again. Jim had gone into a shell, spent all his time buried in his work, and ignored his daughter's needs beyond the basics of food, shelter, and clothing. For four years, from the time she was 12, she'd pretty much raised herself, yet had remained fiercely loyal to her father. In her heart she knew that one day he'd be there for her. It had been a long wait, but he had finally become the father that she was proud of. He had tried to make up for the time and love that he'd denied her as he mourned their loss.

Now, three years after that reconciliation, they had become lovers. Jim wasn't quite sure how it had happened, and at first he was scared shitless. But he could feel her love, and he had let her into a part of his heart that even he had forgotten existed.

But back to his immediate discomfort. He needed to get to the bathroom while he could still hold his bladder from leaking out everywhere. Easing out from behind Anita's naked butt, he tried not to wake her. She had moved into his bed just two nights earlier, and while he wasn't used to sharing a bed any more, she was someone he could very easily get used to curling up with. She seemed to prefer sleeping in a spoon position. As soon as the cool morning air hit her back, she stirred enough to figure out that her Dad wasn't in the bed any more. Gazing around the room, she spotted him heading for the door.

"And just where do you think you're going, Mister?" she growled at him in her most authoritative voice.

"Well, good morning to you, too" he greeted her. "Unless you really want to redefine the concept of a waterbed, I've gotta hit the can. With your Horniness' permission, of course" he excused himself.

She reluctantly grunted her acceptance of his explanation, then added, "Hmm, make it snappy, though, or I'll have to slap you in the stockades again" referring to the times she had locked his head between her thighs as he ate her soaking wet pussy.

Chuckling softly, Jim made his way to the bathroom where he relieved his poor aching bladder. He didn't believe that one person could hold that much liquid in themselves for that long. Once the golden stream started to flow, he was beginning to wonder if it would ever finish. Finally, out of pain, and relatively empty now, he stumbled back to his -- now their -- bed, crawled back under the covers, and pushed his groin against Anita's firm ass. She moaned her approval, wiggled her butt until his cock just touched her crack, then pulled Jim's arm over and around her, clamping his hand to her breast. She pinned that hand with her own, resentful of the possibility that it might actually escape before pleasuring her.

Jim pressed himself tight to her body, taking the opportunity to lightly run his tongue around the edge of her ear. Anita softly moaned her delight, then pushed her ass hard against his groin. She wasn't quite awake yet, but if his cock got any closer to her pussy, she soon would be. That thought started her juices flowing. With a slow rhythm, she began rocking against his cock, feeling it harden just a little more with each stroke of her slit along its length. Within moments it was coated with her juices, and hard as a rock. She could feel it searching for her entrance, and lifted her left leg to grant him access. Jim probed her crotch until his cockhead slipped inside her hot wet cunt, then slowly began to bury his cock deeper and deeper into her over-heated interior. Anita swung her legs up and away from his, allowing him to penetrate her to the full depth of her love tunnel, and groaned in the delight of her cunt being speared so fully. As he continued to slowly pump himself in and out, Jim squeezed and fondled her left tit, pulling and twistingher nipple whenever she least expected it. She met his rhythm with a corresponding rocking of her hips, fucking him back as hard as he was driving himself in and out of her. With each successive slap of his balls against her firm ass, Anita got closer and closer to that massive threat of flooding her Dad's cock with her own girl-cum.

Jim could feel her cunt begin to flutter and grasp his manhood. He moved his hand from her breast to caress her clit, tickling and teasing it until its entire mass exposed itself from under her hood. Flicking his finger back and forth across Anita's nub, he could hear her gasp with pleasure. God, how he wanted to feel her cum, to erupt on his shaft, to douse him with her cunt squirt! Soon he was pumping himself into her faster and faster, resulting in his nuts lifting as they began to fill the base of his cock with hot sticky goo destined to fill his daughter's greedy cunt. His own breathing was ragged as the pressure built. Within seconds, they were both groaning and gasping louder and louder, and Anita began to tremble and shake as her climax pushed her over the edge. Now they were both writhing in lust, pushing themselves tighter and tighter to each other's connection point. "Dammit, Dad! Fuck me harder! Pump that cock of yours into me! I'm gonna cum all over your nut sac!" Anita wailed. Her outburst started his spunk's unstoppable journey up his shaft as it raced for his hole.

"Fuck, Honey, I'm gonna cum too! Come on, Sweetie, cum all over me! Squirt your cum down Daddy's cock and all over his balls!" and with that, he shot a massive stream of hot white cream deep inside her, splashing against her cervix hard enough to push Anita over the top and into a powerful climax. She gasped desperately and deeply, then screamed loudly as the rapture of her orgasm gripped her, blocking all sensation except for her climax.

"Dad, fill me up with your cum, you fucker. Fuck my cunt hard! Take me, God dammit! Split me wide open and let me know that I've just been fucked out of my head!" she screamed at her Dad.

As soon as she finished her demands, there was an explosion of lights in her brain that seemed like a fireworks display. She almost lost consciousness as her cum overpowered every other feeling in her body. Before it had begun to subside, Jim's cream sprayed her again, and again, and again, as he blasted seven hard ropes into her, each one creating another burst of orgasmic sensation. Her walls gripped and grabbed his cock, milking the sperm out of his balls. As the intensity of his climax became almost unbearable, he drove his cock as far up her as possible, and held it there until every drop of semen had been expelled. He continued pressing himself into her until she began to come back down from the adrenaline-induced peak that had consumed her.

Returning his hand to her breast, he slowly swirled his finger around her areola, lightly brushing her nipple with each orbit, gently extending her heady afterglow sensations, while fighting to regain control of his own breathing. Both of them were bathed in sweat. Jim could feel the flow of the combination of his cum and her juices dripping down over his balls, then dribbling down his thigh on its way to the sheet below him.

The force of his cunt-pounding had splashed and sprayed Anita's entire pussy with hot juices, both his and hers, and the slightest movement from either one produced a slurping, sucking sound that reminded him of gumboots wading through wet concrete. Relaxing after the physical ordeal of satiating their passion and lust, Anita rolled her head just enough to caress her Dad's forehead, moaning in the warmth and glow of their lovemaking. She'd suffered from the best orgasms of her life at the mercy of this man now buried deep inside her. Of all the guys she'd been with, he was the only one that had made her cum on his cock. All the others had gotten into her, shot their wad, and gotten back out before she even had a chance at enjoyment, let alone received any pleasure.

Sex with her Dad was a different story, though. He always made her pleasure a priority, giving her an orgasm that was stronger and more intense than the last one. He filled her up with his cock, and his seed, making her feel more like a woman than she had dreamed was possible. God, how she loved him.

"Mmm, Mr. Super Lover. You still alive back there?" she moaned as best as her exhausted body would allow. As desperately as she wanted to roll over and kiss him, the feel of his slowly-softening cock inside her was mesmerizing. She refused to even twitch before she had to endure the emptiness of its eventual departure from her body. Clamping his cock with her vaginal muscles in an effort to hold it in her as long as possible, she felt her Dad jump at the unexpected contraction on his semi-hard erection, but it eventually popped loose. She issued an involuntary moan of disappointment as she lost contact with its warmth and wetness.

Slowly regaining some semblance of composure, Jim struggled to answer Anita's inquiry. Hell, he was so spent that it was agony just trying to remember what the question was.

"Mmm, Baby! I'm not sure about you, but I think I just got fucked to death. Give me a moment to get my heart started again, then I'll get back to you on that" he mumbled with a mix of exhaustion and afterglow.

"So, does that make you the fuck-or, or the fuck-ee?" she teased in a quiet voice.

"Umm, not sure. Let me go to the next question, then I'll come back to this one. Geez, girl, last night you sucked my nuts right out of their sac, and this morning you fuck my ass off. Lucky for you it's Sunday. That's my day of rest, and if I don't get some soon, you're not gonna get anything for a week! Haven't you learned yet that you can't fuck a dead man?" Jim teased back.

"Asshole" she muttered. "Tell ya what, Stud. You go make the coffee, and I'll share a shower with you after. I've got cum on me in places that I never knew I had before. Shit, are you ever messy!"

"Okay, so what are you planning on doing while I'm beating the crap outta Juan Valdez and his coffee beans?" Jim quizzed her.

"Oh, nothing much. Probably just lying here, oozing collective cum all over our bed. Why? Were you expecting me to do a Special Request show for you or something?" She might not be as good as her Dad at comebacks, but she figured the practise couldn't hurt. Besides, maybe one day...

Crawling out of bed, Jim's eyes wandered to Anita's firm little ass, and he gave it a light but playful swat, adding, "Hmm, nice ass, Girl! Can I play with you for a while? I'm tired of playing with myself... " It was an old cliche, but had gained new meaning over the weekend. He patted her butt one more time.

"Umm, I'd watch what you're smacking, Buddy! Last time you did that, you almost lost your manhood. Next time, you might not get off so lucky!"

"Oh, knowing you, Honey, I'll for sure get off ... and then you'll be the lucky one." Anita rolled over and gave her Dad one of those looks that only a woman can deliver, as she groaned to him that his comebacks were getting really, really bad. He agreed with her, of course, but claimed "debilitating sexual circumstances" for the poor performance.

"Dad, get the fuck outta here, before I beat you over the head with my cum-soaked panties!" Anita howled at Jim.

"Nice try" he retorted. "You left them off yesterday, remember?"

"That's it, Buddy! Either go make the damned coffee, or I'm gonna have to get out of this nice warm bed, pound you into the ground, then squat over your face and drip" and she whipped back the covers in a mock gesture of pursuit. Jim broke into gales of laughter, then walked over to his daughter's side of the bed and sat on the edge. Leaning over her, he tenderly kissed her while caressing her ear and running his fingers lightly through her hair.

"I just might take you up on that. Eventually, you'll run out of my cum to mix into the batch, and I'll get to provide a refill! Yep, I like that plan." Then he was off to the kitchen as Anita groaned in mock disgust at his stupid remark. Maybe today she might get the better of him in the comeback department, because he was sure as hell running rusty.

Retreating to the calm of the kitchen, Jim started the coffee brewing. He heard the water in the shower as Anita set the temperature, and he rushed back upstairs to join her. She was already under the spray as he entered the bathroom, soaping her chest and abdomen.

"Hi, sexy lady" he crooned. "Can I give you a hand with any of that?"

He entered the stall as she handed him the soap, then began to lather her back from the nape of her neck to the middle of her thighs, paying particular attention to her firm round butt. Slipping a soapy finger between her butt cheeks, he massaged her from the top of that crevice to her tight little rosebud pucker.

Tickling it lightly, he retraced his route back up to her neck, then used the palms of his hands to spread the lather across her entire back. Turning her to rinse the soap off, he was unprepared when she grabbed his limp penis and began to softly stroke it.

"Unngh! Caught me off-guard there, Lover. But, if that's for my benefit, a little faster please?" he whined mockingly. She looked up at him, then smiled and sped her hand's movements on his cock.

"Umm, Dad? You forgot to finish rinsing my asshole, ya know. As much as I love the feel of your finger teasing me there, I'm not a big fan of greasy ass cheeks. Besides, aren't you the one that keeps telling me that a job worth doing is worth doing well?" she chided.

"Oh, so that explains why you're jacking me off, I suppose? So you can take my hard cock up your cute little ass?" Jim quizzed her with a twinkle of humour in his eye. Anita wrapped her free arm around his neck and pulled his lips to hers, her tongue demanding access. "Okay, okay! I was just teasing, Sweetheart!" he apologized, but saw her expression turn to one of semi-seriousness.

"Umm, Dad? I know I couldn't give you my cherry, as much as I wish I had been able to. But you did get to take my throat, and if you ever seriously want my virgin asshole, I'd give that to you in a heartbeat, too. Honestly, I never thought I'd say that, but when your cock was rubbing my ass this morning, I realized that I want to feel you filling my butt, filling me up back there with that hot cream of yours. Seriously, I do."

Jim stepped back a pace and looked Anita straight in the eye. "You're serious, aren't you? You really would like to have your ass fucked, literally. Hmm, I've never taken a woman up the ass, but then, I've never been presented with such a pretty backside as yours either. If you'd mentioned it earlier, I might have been able to accommodate you, but after this morning, I'm going to need a splint on my cock until it recovers. I think you fucked my nuts off for the rest of the day. Well, until bedtime, anyway. But yeah, when you're ready, I'd be honoured to take your other cherry, Sweetie."

Anita was still slowly sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft, but at a pace that felt relaxingly good without demanding that it become erect. It was a wonderful and enjoyable sensation. Jim reciprocated by lightly stroking her outer pussy lips, both where they came together, and along the outside edges. Just as she wasn't demanding that his cock harden, he stayed away from her highly excitable clit, and similarly avoided the temptation to finger her cunt. She moved in to lean her head against his chest, revelling in the soft glow that his touch imparted in her heart.

"Mmm, that feels good" she said softly. "It's relaxing, without getting me all horny again. Know what, Dad? As much as I love the feel of your cock pounding my cunt, right now that's the perfect touch. Only you would think of something sensual like that. So how did I get to be so lucky, and find my perfect lover? Hmm?"

Jim leaned down and kissed Anita passionately. He wanted to be a lover that genuinely cared about the happiness of his partner more than his own. His left hand continued to massage her pussy as he pulled her tight to him with his right. They were at such an angle that she could still stroke him, and the softness of her touch on him felt heavenly. When they broke their kiss, Anita looked down at her Dad's semi-erect cock as it slipped through her clenched fingers, than back into his eyes again. Neither of them wanted this feeling to ever end. But they were both dimly aware that the hot water supply was finite. Maybe, when it ran out, they'd think about leaving, but not until then.

"Dad? This might sound a little kinky, but you know what I'd like?" she asked quietly.

"No, but I'll bet I'm about to find out. And, if it isn't too kinky, I might even consider it" he replied.

"Don't laugh, but some time, I'd love to watch you jack off." Her voice was almost a whisper with a trace of worry that he'd be offended.

"Umm, let me see if I have this right. You want to watch me stroke myself in front of you? For how long? Until I cum, or just until I get one hell of a hard-on?"

"Until you cum. The thought of watching you pump your semen out of your cock turns me on. To see what it looks like when you're filling me with that hot cream fascinates me. I dunno, too kinky?" she tried to explain.

"Umm, no, not really. I mean, after the last couple of days, it strikes me as a waste of a perfectly good orgasm, but if watching me turns you on, I'd happily do that for you. But. There's one condition."

"What's that?" she asked in a tentative whisper.

"You join me. You watch me while I watch you. There's something erotically exciting about watching a woman finger herself to a cum. I guess it's the same thing as you getting turned on to me jacking off" he suggested.

"You mean you'll do it?" her tone flooded with incredulity.

"Sure. Just not right now. If you want to see me spurt, my poor worn-out balls need time to recuperate and reload first. In the last 24 hours, you've probably gotten me off more than I have in the last 24 months. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining, but an old guy like me gets to be out of practise. Hell, if I'm gonna have to try and keep up with a 19-year old semi-nymphomaniac, I might have to go into a regular training routine!"

"Hey! I like that idea. Maybe I could be the official trainer?" she squeaked with excessive enthusiasm.

"Unghh! Where's the cold water when I need it?" he groused mockingly. Just as the words were out of his mouth, they could feel the spray's temperature beginning to drop.

"Asshole" she cursed. "You did that deliberately! I'm outta here, before you freeze my ass off!"

"Aw, Sweetheart! I wouldn't freeze your ass off. It looks so good on you, ya know. Besides, if I did that, what would I have left to fuck?" he teased back at her as he turned off the water and stepped out of the stall.

Grabbing a towel, he wrapped her in it, then began to gently rub her dry. When he was finished, he gave her a loving pat on the butt, then mentioned that he liked cream, but no sugar, in his coffee. Oh, and she might want to think about putting her robe on, as it was still a little chilly in the house. In his haste to join her in the shower, he'd forgotten to turn the thermostat up.