(Mf, inc, oral, nudity, cons)
by Art Martin
Eric and Cassie return home where new rules were instituted...
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I mounted her one last time with my morning wood, fucked her for a few minutes and then dragged her to the shower. We vacated the motel room just before check out time and headed out, stopping first at the truck stop to fill up with diesel and grab some coffee. To get home before dark, I knew that we needed to have gotten on the road well before eight AM; no chance of that now.
It was going to be a long haul that day. Even with the AC in the truck, it was hot. I lamented the fact that I once again had forgotten to buy some deodorant as my t-shirt was already ripe from the day before and getting ripper, so I took it off and threw it into the back seat, preferring to go shirtless as well as shoeless while driving. A little ways down the interstate, we pulled into the drive-through of a burger joint, and resumed heading home.
We made our first stop to relieve our bladders about three o'clock, stopping at a rest area. Forgoing my stinky shirt, I slipped my shoes on, grabbed a handful of loose change and headed to the men's room. After taking a leak, I availed myself of the running water and rinsed my sweaty arm pits to combat my body odor.
I waited for Cassie by the vending machines and after purchasing several bottles of water, we hit the road again. Driving out of the parking area, I had an inspiration. Spying the vacant parallel parking spot at the very end where it wasn't likely that we'd be observed by anyone, I pulled into it.
Cassie, wondering what I was doing, watched as I stepped out of the truck barefoot and got into the backseat, leaving the truck and the AC running. “Climb over the seat, Cassie and come back here with me,” I told her.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked as she settled into the backseat next to me. She got her answer when I pushed my gym shorts down and then completely off.
Completely naked, I said to her while fondling my soft prick words I never imagined saying to her before the fire, “Give me a blowjob, Cassie. No one's going to see us, so suck me off, baby.” She grinned and went down on me. Damn, that girl knew how to give great head. As her mouth, lips and tongue did their magic on my prick, I wondered if it came naturally or if she'd just had lots of practice and concluded that it was probably a little of both. The delay only cost us fifteen minutes, which I judged to be well worth it.
Three hours later and we pulled into another rest area to take care things. It was with luck that a car pulled out of the last parallel parking spot when we were leaving. I pulled in, got in the back seat and took off my shorts. Cassie didn't need to be asked this time, she simply got after it, enjoying the break as much as I did.
We stopped for something to eat an hour later, then when it was dark, we made our final rest stop about three hours from home. This time I had her get naked in the back seat with me and we screwed, which brought back fond memories of when I was dating her mother.
After a long screw and sperming her cunt, we cuddled naked. Naturally, I was sleepy after having sex and dozed off. When I woke, it was hours later. Cassie was still fast asleep. We must have both been very tired. I found my shorts on the floor, slipped them on and resumed driving with my daughter still naked and leaking my cum on the back seat.
Needing a cup of black coffee in the worst way, I was happy to see Golden Arches at the next exit. With the heavily tinted windows in the back, I was confident when I went through the drive-through that no one would notice the nude girl in the back seat, provided that Cassie didn't suddenly sit up. She didn't, she didn't even wake up.
Tooling down the interstate with nothing but a very late night talk show to entertain me. I really wasn't paying any attention to the radio drivel, my mind occupied with the incestuous relationship I now had with my teenage daughter. I was reliving the first time I fucked her in the motel when I realized that Cassie's birth control pills had been burned up in the trailer fire. I made a mental note to call the drug store as soon as we got home, then worried if one of her eggs were dropping down in a pool of my sperm at that very moment. I didn't think about fucking her from then on, my mind occupied with visions of the egg dividing and dividing and dividing. I didn't want to be the father of my grandchild.
We drove for another hour before I heard her ask, “Where are we, Daddy? Are we there yet?”
“No, baby, we have two hours to go. It's going to daylight soon, so you'd better get your clothes on before we get arrested.” I didn't hear anymore from her until we hit our home town. Thankfully she'd put something on when I had asked her to.
Seeing that we had nothing, literally, but the clothes on our backs, we didn't need to unload anything when we pulled into our driveway. It was good to be home.
First order of business was to turn on the AC and the hot water heater, then a cold shower before calling the pharmacy and then heading to the supermarket to replenish our pantry. There was absolutely nothing to eat in the house except for a few cans of beans and soup. I loaded up with fresh fruit and veggies, milk, frozen pizzas and pot pies, soft drinks, ice cream and cookies, eggs, bread and cold cuts, along with peanuts and two twelve packs of beer. Back home, Cassie was back in bed. I rousted her up and fixed us an early lunch/late breakfast.
With lunch finished and making sure she'd taken her pill, I set about doing what I'd been thinking of the entire way from Colorado. Well, what I'd mostly thought about. I had to trust that I hadn't impregnated her and if I had, there was nothing to do about that, so I let my dick do the heavy thinking. “Cassie, baby. Take off your clothes and leave them off until I tell you otherwise.”
“Leave them off? Why, Daddy?”
“For the next several days, we're going to do nothing but stay here in the house and fuck and then fuck some more. Fuck until we're both cross-eyed. Clothes will just be in the way. Now strip naked for your daddy, baby. Daddy's going to fuck his little girl.”
I sat her naked on the kitchen table and told her to lie back. Lifting her legs and spreading them apart, I went down on her until she was boiling, then I rammed it in her, fucking her hard and making her holler.
I was crazed, in lust with my little girl and her charms. I lost track of how many times we fucked that first week back from Colorado. I fucked her on the kitchen counter, fucked her on the floor, fucked her draped over the arm rest of the sofa, fucked her in my bed, in her bed, fucked her in the shower standing up, in the hallway standing up pressed against the wall, doggie-style, missionary, girl on top, scissors, reverse cowgirl. I fucked her pussy everywhere imaginable in the house.
One of our favorites was fucking on a chair. She'd sit on my cock taking it up inside deep and rocking back and forth in my lap, while I felt up her titties and diddled her clit, sending her into a mind bending orgasm time and time again. Alternately we fucked in a chair facing each other while I sucked her tits.
Cock sucking was another prominent sexual activity; I loved it and she loved doing it. What I didn't do was fuck her asshole. I just wasn't sure I wanted to do that to her, she wasn't even fourteen yet for Christ's sake.
It actually took longer for us to get cross-eyed than I had expected. But excess does breed familiarity. I offered to take her out to a movie. “Do I have to get dressed, Daddy?” she asked playfully.
“Well, if you don't want to get dressed, we could rent a movie from Netflix,” I replied only half jokingly.
“No! Let's go out, Daddy. I'll get dressed.”
We looked up the offerings on my laptop. It was the usual Hollywood drivel, half-ass remakes and mindless sequels, both long on vulgarity and short on substance. She picked out a flick and off we went. The movie was predictably mediocre, but that wasn't the point. The point was to take a break from fornicating.
As luck would have it, we ran into her friend, Sophie, on the way out of the theater.
“Oh, my god, Cassie!” Sophie squealed. “I thought you were going to be out west all summer.”
“Our stupid trailer caught fire and burned up!” Cassie explained.
“Oh, my, god! You're kidding, aren't you?” Sophie replied.
“No, it burned up along with all our stuff!”
“Oh, my god!”
The girls bounced around together making a circle, chattering away at breakneck speed. It was the first time all week I saw Cassie for what she was, a young naive teenage girl, rather than a hot assed piece of ass I'd been indulging in and in a most immoral manner by societal norms. I almost felt guilty for fucking the hell out of her over the past few days.
They yakked it up for what seemed forever while I waited a respectable distance away twiddling my thumbs, another reminder that Cassie was my daughter rather than a hot-to-trot girlfriend. When they finally broke, they both approached me with a look I was all too familiar with... I was about to get hit up for something.
“Daddy,” Cassie began in her most sweet, wrap-you-around-my-finger voice, “would it be okay if I spent the night with Sophie tomorrow? We haven't seen each other for weeks...” the rest I tuned out, my thoughts turning to Cassie blowing Sophie's little brother. Still, I needed a break in the worst way, lest my overworked pecker fell off.
“Is your brother going to be there, Sophie?” I asked without thinking.
She gave me this curious look and replied, “No, he's at summer camp. Why?”
“Oh, nothing,” I lied. “Well, if it's alright with your mom, Sophie.”
“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!” Cassie gushed.
Back home, we fucked before going to sleep and fucked once during the following day. At the appointed hour, I dropped Cassie off at Sophie's and then went home for a deserved rest.
Everything was hunky-dory in my world until I was awaken by a call late that night from the police station. Seems Cassie had been taken into custody at a nude swimming party at some boy's house, the boy's folks being gone until tomorrow.
Moments later, Sophie's mom was calling me. Sophie was supposed to be staying with Cassie that night. Obviously we'd both been bamboozled. It was also obvious that I was needlessly worried about Cassie sucking off Sophie's little brother. That was such a minor concern now. “How many boys did she fuck tonight?” I asked myself out loud. I envisioned her spread out on a chase lounger with a line of boys waiting their turn with her while everyone else watched.
Turns out that during the raid, she was found in a bedroom with just three boys... just three. Such a relief! I put my head in my hands wondering how I was going to temper Cassie's promiscuity before she got any older. Apparently I wasn't enough to satisfy her even at the level of my Herculean efforts, efforts I wasn't able to sustain.
With Cassie wrapped in a sheet, we rode home from the police station in silence. Once inside the house, she peeled away the sheet. Yep, she was nude.
“Are you angry with me, Daddy?”
“Yes, I'm angry that you lied to me. I'm angry that you went to an unsupervised party where everyone was naked. I'm angry that you got your ass arrested! I'm angry that you fucked every boy there.”
“I didn't fuck every boy there, Daddy,” she defended.
“Just the three in the bedroom with you?”
“You said sex was natural and nothing to be ashamed of. You fuck me and I'm your daughter.” Touché!
“It's not the sex per se. It's being promiscuous and fucking and sucking every dick that comes along.”
“I like fucking and sucking! And so do you, Daddy. God, I can't believe you're being so mean!” That's when the tears and the sobbing began, expertly delivered to make me feel that I was all to blame. In bed that night she wouldn't snuggle up with me.
That night, diddling my dong, I decided what I had to do. I couldn't make her my prisoner and I couldn't watch everything she did out of my sight. But, I could monitor what went on at home when I wasn't there, something that was sure to be an issue in the fall after I went back to teaching my classes. Actually I had thought seriously about this issue after I first caught her with that boy when I came home early. I'd already researched it and knew how to set it up, so that I could monitor every room in the house from a remote location. All I needed to do was pick up the tiny cameras and supporting software at the Spy Store and install them. The problem being I needed Cassie out of the house to hide the cameras, and that wouldn't be until school let in that fall.
But even that didn't solve the bigger problem, that being her promiscuity. My sweet daughter was a nymphomaniac. There was no doubt about it, but what to do about it? Get her professional help? But to do any good, my relationship with her would have to come out and that meant prison for me. I also certainly didn't want to give up sliding between her legs or having her slide her lips over my dick, so maybe I just had to accept that she'd be fucking other guys. In the morning before we stirred from my bed, we made up and she delivered one of her exceptional blowjobs.
Something else of note happened that day. The check from the insurance company for the trailer arrived and a guy came by and bought my truck. I'd decided earlier that week that I wasn't going to get another trailer, as I could easily get over a year's worth of motel rooms at $150 a pop and still come out ahead; not to mention the maintenance expenses, storage expenses and not having the hassles of hauling and setting up the damned trailer. Without a trailer to haul around, I didn't need that beast of truck I had, so I ran an ad for it. The guy bought it on the spot and for cash. All told, I came out a little over two thousand dollars more than I originally paid for the truck and trailer. What a deal!
To be continued...
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