Posted by Narada on September 05, 2010 at 18:23 [67.162.120.224]
This story took me ages to write! It's very loosely based on a story I read in Penthouse Forum back in the early 2000's. Enjoy!
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Dirty Daddy
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
My ex-wife Delphine recently married her boyfriend Oliver Edgeworth. The newlyweds decided to spend their honeymoon abroad, so it fell to me to take in Delilah Rose Winters, me and Delphine's teen daughter. After the divorce, Delphine and I were granted shared custody of Delilah--Deely for short--but she stayed with her mother for the most part.
“An entire summer with a teenaged girl!” I lamented while chatting with the new Mrs. Edgeworth on the phone. “What have I got myself into?”
“Now now,” Delphine playfully chided. “You'll be fine, Nicholas. Just don't let her stay out past 10 or drink too much. And be sure to stock up on plenty of tampons!”
“Ick!” I grimaced. “Sure she can't go with you, Del?”
“Don't be silly! Besides, you haven't seen Deely in a queen's age! This is the perfect opportunity for the two of you to spend some time together.”
“Perfect.”
The next day, I went into a chip shop inside the airport and waited for Deely's plane to land. Just as I was tucking into a truly massive plate of chips drenched with cheese (a dish known as cheese fries in some circles), the bloke behind the register let loose a loud wolf whistle.
“Coo! 'At’s a fit bird, innit?” He wolfishly grinned. I looked over my shoulder to see what had gotten him in such a lather. There was indeed a very beautiful young lady heading in our direction. She had long, silky blonde hair that went down to her upper back, bright blue eyes, truly enormous breasts, and long luscious legs. She was wearing a white tank top, which seemed to be losing the battle to contain her bangers, and a pair of super short and seriously tight cut-off shorts that had been blue jeans in another life. She had her hands in her pockets, which drug down her shorts and revealed a hint of the curly golden hairs crowning her sex.
As I leered at the blonde angel, I was struck by a flash of recognition along with a twinge of shame; I'd been ogling my own daughter!
“Deely?!?” I gaped as I leapt from my seat to greet her.
“Hullo Daddy!” Deely beamed as she hugged me, her massive bust squeezing the air from my lungs. While she still held me, she looked up at me and grinned. “Gosh, Daddy, you must be REALLY glad to see me!”
At that moment, I realized my blood engorged manhood was straining against my corduroy trousers and rudely pressing against Deely's belly! I jerked away from her. “Ha! No, t-that wasn't...that was just my mobile!”
“Get a grip, Dad!” Deely laughed. “It's not a big deal. I've seen hard-ons before, you know. They're perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Um...yes. Well...”
“Ooh! Are those cheesy fries? Can I have 'em please, Daddy? I'm famished!” She didn't wait for a reply--the girl plopped down on my stool and tore into the chips with her bare hands.
“Didn't you eat on the plane?” I asked.
“Airplane food is shit. You know, Daddy, I could absolutely murder a burger...”
“One burger, please.” I said to the chap behind the counter. He hadn't stopped staring at Deely since she arrived, and I couldn't blame him. I could barely keep my eyes off her.
“And a Vanilla Coke,” Deely added. While my darling daughter gorged herself, I went to the men's room and rang Delphine.
“I knew you'd call,” Del chuckled.
“What the hell happened to Deely?” I asked. The last time I saw her, nine months earlier, she was a flat chested, chubby cheeked little thing. “Did you get her cosmetic surgery? Has she had her tits done?”
“There was no plastic surgery involved. She just sort of...blossomed overnight!”
“Bollocks.”
“It's true, Nick, I swear! She's just a late bloomer, is all.”
“Fuckin' hell! All of...that bloomed in nine fucking months?” I sighed. “That must've been hell.”
“No shit. I've had to fight off legions of boys that wanna have a go at her. That's another reason I sent her to stay with you; there ain't too many horny teenage boys in your neighbourhood, are there?”
“Not really. Just us old folks!”
“Right. Gotta go. Keep an eye on her, willya? I ain't ready to be a grandparent just yet.”
“Nor am I.”
When I returned to the chip shop, the guy behind the register (his name was Deltroy, I think) was chatting up Deely. The poor lad was bringing his A-game, but she was having none of it.
“Pay the man and let's get the fuck outta here,” she scowled and hopped off the stool.
“Tough break, old boy!” I smiled as I gave poor Deltroy a tenner. “Do keep the change.”
“Thanks, bruv!” He beamed and then muttered to himself “Frigid bitch!” (In reference to Deely, of course) As we walked toward the baggage claims area, Deely wrapped her right arm round my left one
and cooed, “I've missed you, Daddy!”
“Me too, baby. You should visit more
often.”
“I will!”
“By the way, what was the deal with you and that kid in the chip shop? He seemed like a decent sort of bloke.”
“Then you go out with him!” Deely giggled.
“He's not really my type,” I laughed.
“Mine either! He's the same age I am! Teenage boys are such tossers!” Deely sniffed, and then gave me a rather meaningful look as she said “I actually prefer older guys.” Before I could respond, she pulled away from me and ran off toward the baggage carousel to pick up her luggage. “Come on, Daddy!”
On the ride home, I kept stealing glances at Deely's knockers. She was preoccupied with her smart phone, so I thought she didn't notice: I was wrong.
“For fuck's sake, Dad, they're just tits!” She said without looking up.
“W-what? I wasn't...”
“They're 68GG, all natural, and no silicone.” She beamed, obviously proud of her charms.
“Impressive!” was all I managed to say. I couldn't believe how incredibly sexy Deely had gotten in such a short amount of time! I wanted to do so many vile things to her. The only thing keeping my libido in check was a mantra echoing through my skull: she's your daughter, she's your daughter... Being in that car with her was torture; the smell of her hair, sweat-soaked skin, and her sex were overwhelming! Plus, her slightest movement caused her clothes to ride up, giving me several indecent flashes of her bare flesh. I knew I had to put some distance between us or I was going to tear her clothes off and shag her right then and there, daughter or no. Luckily, we pulled up to the house before anything untoward could happen.
“Man, what a hole!” Deely laughed once we were inside.
I'll admit: the place was trashed. There were clothes, half empty beer bottles, books, lad mags, and pizza boxes scattered about.
“Been awhile since you had a girl over, eh?” Deely smiled.
“Quite a bit, yeah.” I sheepishly replied. I was having quite the dry spell at the time.
“I got here just in time, then.” Deely said as she picked up one of the beer bottles and guzzled its contents. “It looks like there are lots of things around here that need a woman's touch.” She looked at me suggestively before finishing off the beer. I got the distinct impression that she was flirting with me and had been doing so all day, but I quickly put that idea out of my head. What would a sexy young thing like her want with a balding, middle-aged loser like me? “Right!” She said as shoved the empty beer bottle at me. “I'm well knackered. Where do I sleep?”
“In my bed.”
“I'm sleeping with you?” Deely's eyes lit up and a massive grin spread across her face.
“What? No!” I chuckled nervously. “No, that wouldn't be proper. You'll be sleeping in my room and I'll be bedding down on the couch until we get your room set up.”
“Oh.” Deely replied dejectedly. “Well then, lead the way cos I'm dead on my feet!”
My bedroom was only slightly cleaner than the rest of my place. I helped Deely make the bed, quickly removing any pornographic material I saw. I wasn't quite fast enough, as Deely found some lurid DVD's and another beer on the night table. “Star Whores Episode II: Attack of the Bones. Doctor Screw. James Bondage. Blacks & Blondes 3.” She read off the titles as she sipped the beer. “Geez, Dad, you seriously need to get some ass.”
“No shit,” I smirked, snatching the bottle from her and downing it in one go.
“Hey!” She giggled, taking back the empty bottle and sipping the remnants.
“If you want, I can fetch some fresh sheets and a blanket.”
“Nah, this'll do.” Deely kicked off her flip flops and got into bed.
She rolled onto her back and looked up at me rather invitingly. “Sure you won't join me? This bed's big enough to sleep two, ya know!”
All the blood in my body seemed to pour into my willy at that moment. Deely's head was inches from my erect member; her eyes darted wildly between it and my face, searching for some sort of signal from me. When she received none, she tentatively reached for my piss-proud manhood. I inhaled sharply and took a step back. Her arm remained where it was, still reaching out for me. I slowly backed away until I reached the door. I thought she might follow, but she stayed on the bed and stared longingly at me.
“Alright.” I swallowed. “I will leave you to it. Do you want me to get your nightclothes out of your luggage?”
“Don't have any,” she replied with a seductive grin. “The only things I wear to bed are my knickers!”
“Right, then!” I said in a voice slightly higher than my usual tone. I turned tail and fled the room. “See you in the morning!” I shouted over my shoulder. Deely's mocking laughter followed me down the hallway.
I made a beeline for the kitchen and grabbed a six pack from the 'fridge. I spent the next half hour or so sprawled across the living room sofa, downing one brew after another, desperately trying to get the image of my nubile teenage daughter out of my head; I failed miserably. I must have drifted off for a bit because the next thing I knew, Deely was shaking me awake.
“Oi, sleepyhead!” She whispered in my ear. The feeling of her hot breath and the smell of her unwashed body quickly got me hard again. When my eyes opened, they nearly popped out of my head; the girl was nearly naked! The only thing keeping me from seeing her in the altogether was a pair of knickers! My gaze shot back and forth between her pendulous, milky white breasts and the slightly stained full cut white cotton panties she wore. “What?” She smirked as she saw the horrified look on my face. “I told you this is what I wear to bed!”
“W-why are you up?”
“Can't sleep. All your fault, you know.”
“What?”
“You forgot to kiss me goodnight, Daddy!” Deely murmured. “Mum always said that's what keeps the nightmares away. You don't want me to have bad dreams, do you?”
“Deely, for fuck's sake...!”
“Just kiss me, Daddy!”
I jumped up and gave her a chaste little peck on the cheek. “G'night,” I muttered.
“Come on, Dad! You can do better than that!” Deely said whilst putting her hands on her hips and sticking her chest out.
“Bloody hell!” I whispered, dazed by the sight.
“Now do it properly or I shan't be able to sleep!” She insisted.
I sighed and pressed my mouth against hers. The moment our lips touched, Deely wrapped her arms around me, crushing me against her massive bust, and snogged the life out of me! After an eternity of intense tongue wrestling, she pulled away from me, her humongous tits bouncing as she took in several deep, ragged breaths.
“Blimey!” I sighed blissfully.
“You liked that shit, huh?” Deely smiled. “I've been waitin' for a long time to do that! But enough chit-chat. Get undressed.”
“W-WHAT?!?”
“You heard me. Clothes. Off with 'em.”
“Now Deely, we mustn't do anything we'd regret...”
“You know you wanna fuck me.” She purred. “You've been leering at me all day like a lovesick schoolboy!”
“I have not!”
“Whatever, Nicholas.” She sat on the sofa, spread her legs, and pulled the front of her knickers to the side, exposing her pink treasure to my hungry gaze. She then parted her nether lips with her thumb and forefinger, giving me an inside look at her cavernous pink depths. “You can't tell me you don't want this pussy, old man.”
“Delilah Rose, stop this foolishness at once!”
“What's your favourite naughty word for a woman's genitalia, Dad?” Deely sibilated while stroking herself. “You ain't one o' them posh blokes that call it a vagina, are you?”
“No,” I whispered. My resolve was fading fast; I was mad with desire (and drunk with beer).
“Well? Out with it!” Deely intoned with a wicked grin. “Cunt? Beaver? Gash? Snatch?”
“Fanny.”
“Oh, cool!” She grinned. “I rather like that one as well. So do you want to fuck my pretty pink fanny, Dad?”
“Deely...we can't...!”
“I'm giving you until I count three. After that, the offer's off the table.”
“Deely, enough!” I said in a last ditch effort to reassume my parental role. “We've both had a long day. Let's go to bed...”
“ONE.”
“...and never speak of this again. Now, do be a good girl...”
“TWO.”
“...and listen to me, ok? It's perfectly normal to feel how you do, but acting on such desires would be wrong. Now, get dressed and let us have no further discussion about...”
“TH...”
I made a mad dash for the sofa, my lips halting Deely's countdown. I practically mauled the poor girl; my hands and mouth were all over her. Suddenly, her foot shot out and kicked me in the balls! “What the fuck?” I agonizingly hissed.
“Control yourself, you dirty bugger!” Deely spat. “You're not a bloody animal, for crissakes! Now get your fucking clothes off!” I drunkenly fumbled with my shirt; she growled impatiently and ripped it open, sending buttons flying about the room. I rapidly shed my trousers and my underpants; my rigid member sprang forward and pointed directly at its intended target.
“Impressive.” Deely said with a beguiling smile. She got one of the remaining beers off the coffee table and took a sip. “On your knees, big man.” She purred. “I want you to eat me out before you stick that petrified dick inside me.” She pulled the front of her knickers farther aside, exposing far more of her pubic mound this time. I briefly wondered why she didn't simply take them off, but that thought vanished once my face was between her legs. Whoever said that forbidden fruit is the sweetest was dead right! Deely's succulent cunnyhole tasted amazing, bittersweet and tangy like an unrippened peach. The raw, pungent smell of her wet pussy was intoxicating--I loved it!
“Ohh yeah! Mmm...! Ohh yeah! Mmm...!” Deely moaned as I licked her pussy like a lollipop. “You like that shit, don't you? Eat it...eat my dirty fanny! Yeah. Like that. JUST LIKE THAT! You want me to cum in your mouth? Huh? You wanna swallow my sweet pussy juice, you dirty fucker? I'm gonna drown you in it! Oh shit, don't stop! You're gonna make me cum! I'm gonna...Ohh!”
A spurt of hot, gooey fluid seeped from her cunny; I dutifully lapped it up. It was delicious!
“S-stop, Daddy!” She whined, grabbing me by the hair and pulling my face out of her snatch. “I need a moment to recover.” She rested her head on the back of the sofa, her hair spilling down the back like a blonde waterfall. “Shit, that was the best hum job I've ever had!”
“You're welcome,” I grinned stupidly. After a minute or so, she took another sip of beer and joined me on the floor, once again pulling aside the front of her knickers and mounting me. “Hadn't we better use a condom?” I asked as she grabbed my cock and worked it inside herself.
“Don't worry, Daddy, I'm clean!” she grinned wickedly. “Besides, I hate those fucking things! I want to feel you cum inside me!”
“But what if you get pregnant?”
“We'll pop round to the pharmacy tomorrow and get the morning after pill,” she cooed as she began sliding up and down on my pole. “Holy shit...you're so...OHH...fuckin' big! Fuck me, Daddy! Who does that dick belong to? Huh?” When I didn't answer, she gave me a rather brutal slap!
“Ow!”
“Whose dick is it?”
“It's yours!”
“Say my fuckin' name!” She shrieked, striking me once more.
“DEELY!”
“Yeah...that's MY dick!” The cadence of her pelvic thrusts intensified, plunging my pulsating hard on even deeper inside her moist cunnyhole. Suddenly, a rather rude smell assailed my nostrils. It smelt of rotten eggs, so I knew at once that Deely had broken wind! For reasons I still don't quite understand, I was rather turned on by that. Most women would be humiliated if they floated one during sex, but Deely wasn't put out by her flatulence in the least; she carried on as if nothing had happened, which turned me on all the more. The smell grew stronger and was accompanied by a wet squishing sound. Deely had her eyes closed and was biting her bottom lip.
“Deely, what on earth--?” My hands, which were resting on her hips, were becoming well saturated with poo! I couldn't believe it--my teenage daughter was shitting herself, and it was no accident!
Deely looked down at me with glazed eyes and a beatific smile. She lay down on top of me, her head resting on my chest. “Hold me, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Deely...”
“HOLD ME!” I wrapped my arms around her sweat stained body. As she continued defecating, I felt the poo oozing out the waistband and leg bands of her knickers: soon, my crotch was covered in it! We both started grunting and grinding in unison as our orgasms neared. I came first, growling savagely as I fired my dick-load deep inside of her. She got off a second later, trembling slightly and biting down hard on one of my nipples. As my cock shriveled and fell out of her, Deely sighed and unleashed a deluge of scalding hot piss all over my crotch!
“Holy hell, girl! I gasped. You're a soddin' wildcat!”
“I know!” She laughed. “You're the best lover I've ever had, you know? I haven't had quite that many, but still...”
“Thanks.” I smirked. I took a cigarette out of the pack on the coffee table and lit up. Deely snatched it from me after I had only taken one drag.
“Hey!”
“I think I need that a bit more than you!” Deely giggled. “I'm gonna be walkin' funny for a week thanks to that horse cock of yours!” She put the cigarette to her lips and took a few puffs as she slowly stood up. I watched in fascination as her shit-filled knickers fell off her ample bottom and slid down her legs. She kicked them off and began fussing with her hair, gazing at her reflection on the blank telly screen.
“Deely, why do you do that?” I asked.
“What, fix my hair?” She grinned as she grabbed a brush and ran it over her blonde tresses.
“You know what I mean. Why do you um...”
“Shit myself? I dunno,” she replied. “Been doing it since middle school. The shrink Mum makes me see says I'm a coprophiliac: I
apparently have a pathological obsession with feces! Mum used to scold me when she caught me playing with myself on the toilet, so I just started doing it in my bedroom so I could get myself off whilst pooping and not get in trouble. That made quite a mess, so I started doing it with my knickers on. It's a total fucking turn on!” She took another pull on the cigarette and gave me a mischievous look. “Wanna help me get clean, old man?” I crawled over to her and gently bit both sides of her alabaster bottom. I then parted her bum cheeks and ran my tongue up and down her filthy arse crack; my mouth was filled with bittersweet poo in no time at all! The wet smacking sounds her cunt lips made as she fingered herself made my cock stiffen once more. “Fuck my dirty arsehole,” Daddy! Deely raspily sibilated. “Shove that big dick of yours up my bum--!!”
The girl’s arsehole was still lined with lots of slimy poo, so lubrication was not an issue at all! My dick slid right in without too much effort. I bore into her full force, her bum cheeks jiggling with every thrust. I firmly gripped her tits and squeezed them with all my might; this elicited a tiny squeak of pain from her, so I loosed my hold on her bust and contented myself with simply pinching her hardened nipples.
“Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!” Deely grunted animalistically, bending over and grabbing her ankles.
It wasn’t long before I felt another orgasm coming on. “I’m coming, Deely!”
“Gimmie it!” she squealed.
I pulled my shit-covered tally whacker out of her bum and held it up to her face. She went down onto her haunches and caught hold of my dick, smearing it all over her lips before swallowing it whole. She gave me a fantastic blow job for a few seconds before I shot a volley of steaming hot spunk down her throat; she smiled up at me lovingly as she gulped it down. “Mmmmm…that tastes so fucking good, Daddy!”
I helped her to her feet: we walked hand in hand to the loo and hopped into the shower. Deely was all over me and was well up for another shag—she’s quite multi-orgasmic. I, on the other hand, take a good thirty minutes to recover from sexual congress before I’m ready for another go. After all we’d done that day, however, I needed a good night’s sleep before being ready to go again, but Deely was having none of that!
“I wanna fuck some more!” She whined. “Fuck me again, Daddy—PLEASE!”
“Deely, for Heaven’s sakes--!”
Finally, I gave in. She mounted me (Deely always insisted on being the one on top) right there in the shower and rode me with such intensity that I thought my poor, over-used willy was going to break off inside her pussy! As she started to shit directly onto my stomach, balls, and upper thighs, I realized I was in for an entire summer of sex with this buxom wildcat! I sighed and decided to pick up some Viagra while we got Deely her morning after pill. It’s gonna be a long Summer, I thought wearily.