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Introduction:

The continuing adventures of Jim and Anita
Daughter and Dad - Part 2

Anita woke the next morning in her Dad‘s bed and searched for his body heat. It wasn’t there, and she struggled to wake up. They had slept in a spoon position through the night. On more than one occasion she had been woken by the sensation of his hard cock easing itself between her ass cheeks as he relived their lovemaking in his dreams. By wiggling her ass just the right way, she could move it into her crotch so that his cockhead rested at her entrance. As much as she wanted to take him inside her, she was still exhausted, and felt him soften as she drifted off again. Now he wasn’t even there, and her body insisted she search the house for him.

Throwing her robe over her, she stumbled downstairs. The aroma of fresh coffee led her into the kitchen where her Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, lost in thought. She wrapped an arm across his chest and squeezed him with a “Good morning” hug, but he never moved, never even acknowledged her! Scared at the apparent rejection, she whispered I his ear.

“Morning, Dad. What’re you thinking about? You’re about a million miles away”.

“Hmm? Oh. Morning, Sweetheart. I guess I was kind of lost in my thoughts there, wasn’t I? Just thinking about last night. The confusion is driving me up a wall”.

“Dad, I didn’t mean to confuse you last night. You know that I love you, even more this morning than I did yesterday. So do us both a favour. Talk to me”, Anita begged as she filled her coffee cup, then warmed her Dad‘s coffee.

For the rest of the day, the two of them were a little distant. Jim spent a lot of time just sitting with his head in his hands, while Anita was torn between giving her father time to think and the desire to hold him. The strain played havoc with her mind and her heart. Had she overstepped a boundary, and possibly sabotaged their relationship? Would her father ultimately reject her growing love for him? To say that she was scared would be an understatement.

By late afternoon, the tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife. Anita’s fears grew by the minute. She had to do something — anything — to break her Dad‘s silence before she went crazy! She found no inner peace in her deliberations. All she could do was wait. Her immediate solution was to find something to do that would take her mind off the strain.

“Dad, how about I make dinner tonight?”, she volunteered. “If you can stand leftovers, I’ll reheat some of that chowder, and do the garlic bread. Your Seashore Surprise always seems to taste better after it’s reheated anyway”.

“Umm? Oh . . . yeah . . . okay, Sweetheart, whatever you say. I’m kinda lost in thought tonight anyway. Probably better that you cook than me. I’m liable to lose track and burn the place down if I get into the kitchen”.

Jim’s lack of focus was the last straw for his daughter. Either they got this out in the open and resolved, or her poor heart felt like it would shatter.

“Dammit, Dad! You’ve been moping around in a fog all goddamned day, and it’s tearing me apart! So, I don’t give a fuck if you’ve got it all sorted out or not! We’re gonna talk, and we’re gonna talk now! Not only that, but we’re gonna keep talking until my father, my Dad, and my best friend all come back to me! Got it?”, Anita almost yelled at him at the top of her lungs. She crouched down beside him, looking up at his face, and saw the worry and fear in his eyes. The helpless feelings inside her made her want to wrap her arms around him in comfort, and maybe reassurance.

Jim looked down at his daughter and her concerned look slashed through his heart like a razor. He had been selfish in his solitude all day, and now the resultant guilt drew him out of himself. His daughter needed him, and he couldn’t deny her any more. She’d hung in there for four years while he wallowed in self-pity. Enough was enough!
Reaching down to her, he extended his hands, palms up. She responded by placing hers in his, but remained in her crouched position.

“Honey, I’m not exactly sure what happened between us last night, but I’m scared”, Jim started off. “I’m getting used to being a Dad, and I’ve never been happier in my life because of it. What we shared when we made love is more amazing and beautiful than anything I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. I’ve been tossed aside once in my life, and I’ve promised myself that it’ll never happen again. So yeah, I’m scared. To have your mother walk away was devastating. To go through it again with you would kill me — literally, with any luck. I’m not sure if I can risk that much any more”.

Anita took a few moments to digest what her Dad had just said. She could understand his fears. Hell, she’d gone through similar inner conflicts herself. Maybe she had the same concerns about being deserted as her Dad. But he held out a promise of happiness for her, whether he knew it or not. Now she had to convince him that he would always be her Dad — and more.

“James Ryan, I’m going to say this once, and once only!”. Like her Dad, Anita rarely used second names, with this being the first time in her life that she had addressed him that way. But desperate times required desperate measures. Right now, she felt desperate. “My name’s Anita Lorraine, not Megan Dianne! She might have left you . . . us . . . but I’m not going anywhere! I’ve had all fucking day with that realization pounding in my head! Maybe where we’re going is a little unorthodox . . . okay, a lot unorthodox . . . but I’m quite prepared to stand beside you! Meet someone, and fall in love? Already have! Got a mirror? You’ll see him staring back at you! Get married? Shit, my experiences with marriage are no hell! My mother married my Dad, and where the fuck is she now? Goddamned if I can tell you! My point is, I need you to always be my Dad. But after last night, I need you as a lover, as well! If you think I’m gonna give that up without a fight, your shorts are too tight!”, she answered in her most authoritative voice.

It took Jim a couple of minutes to absorb what his daughter had said, and a few more for it to sink in. Finally, after over five minutes of concentrated thinking, Jim broke his silence.

“Anita, we’re taking a huge step - make that a leap - here. After having made love together, you’re a hard habit to break.

Anita raised herself up and kissed her Dad’s neck just below his ear. She’d desperately searched her mind for over two years, trying to define the perfect man. One that she could love and be loved by, that she could open up to and share her innermost secrets with, and share the same things about him.. For years, she’d been looking for someone just like her Dad, and every one of them had come up short! So why would she settle for second-best when the man she really wanted was right here in front of her?

“Dad, I’ve had almost three years to decide”, she softly whispered in his ear. “It’s taken me this long to discover that the man I need is my own father. I might not be the longest straw in the bale, but I’m not stupid, either. I need you, want you, love you, so very much. If I had last night to do all over again, I’d do it twice, and never regret a single second. My only regret is that it didn’t happen before now”.

Jim stared into his daughter’s eyes, seeing a look of hope. His heart went out to her. He suddenly realized that her hope was contagious. She had been loyal to him, even after he had almost deserted her as he wallowed in his grief and misery. Her love for him had reignited a small flame, and its warmth slowly spread through his very existence. Damn it! He was in love with her!

“Sweetheart, my daughter has a bit of a gutter-mouth sometimes. When we made love last night, it turned me on. Just not sure how to handle it when we’re not making love”.

“Gutter-mouth, huh? If you like it when we’re making love, I can talk as dirty as any woman on the planet, and if it turns the man I love on, I’ll turn the air blue! But as for the other times, if it bothers you, just don’t get me pissed off. That’s when it really comes out. Maybe I can curb it a bit, but that’ll take two of us. Me to work on it, and you to remind me”, she responded.

“Nah, I think I’d rather keep you just the way you are. Besides, when you call me every name in the book, I’ll know that I fucked up . . . and I do fuck up! Guess it must be a guy thing, huh?”, Jim quipped. “Seriously though, Honey, can we take this slow? I’m still feeling a little panicky about us burning out in the heat of passion. But dammit, you have a body that a man like me would kill for, and a heart big enough to lose myself in!”, he added.

“Yeah, I can handle going slow, if that’s what you want. But I’ll tell you something right now. Tonight, we’re sleeping in the same bed, and you’d better be there when I wake up in the morning! I was scared shitless this morning when you weren’t. I thought you’d taken off on me! Dad, we’ve lost touch with a lot of people over the years, but losing you would kill me. And, I promise that I’ll be right there whenever you call me, or need me. This isn’t just about sex any more. It goes beyond that. I need you almost as much as I need to be needed by you”.

Jim hugged his daughter. Anita grunted as his embrace pushed the wind out of her, but returned it with all the strength she had. To be held this tightly told her that everything would be alright.

“Umm, Dad? I love you dearly, but if you break my back now, I’m gonna have a helluva time riding that gorgeous cock of yours!”. Shit, if Jim wanted a gutter-mouth, she’d give him one, in spades! By the slowness of his release on her, she knew how much it turned him on. But his warmth felt so good! She never wanted him to let her go!

Eventually, he released his grip sufficiently so that she could turn her head and tease his ear with her tongue, sending shivers through his entire body. She could feel her nipples beginning to harden in reaction. As much as their talk had been designed to clear the air, she was starting to feel the warm glow of desire that he invoked in her. She acknowledged her growing horniness, welcoming it to sweep through every part of her, spurring them both to make love again with an urgency that began as a small flickering flame but quickly built up to a raging fire.

“Keep that up, Sweetheart, and you’re gonna have a raging hard-on to deal with!”, he whispered to her.

“Yeah? Well, I’d threaten you with wet panties, but I haven’t got any on!”, she softly replied. As if to challenge her claim, Jim ran his hands over her ass. No panty leg seams! The little vixen’s firm round cheeks were so delicious in his hands. He could feel the swelling in his cock, and he welcomed it’s emergence with the promise of things to cum! His moan of approval at her revelation escaped him, as he slid his hands up and down her ass.

“If you want more of that, you’ll have to get these jeans off me before my juices rot the seams out!”, Anita proclaimed. “Your hands feel so good on me! Bet they’d feel even better on bare skin!”, she teasingly added.

Jim reached down to unfasten the button of her jeans, tugging the zipper its full length in the process. She pulled back just far enough to grant him access to the waist, and he slipped them down her legs until they were wrapped around her ankles. As she stepped out of them, he ran his hands up and down her ass, marvelling at its soft firmness, languishing in the sensations of her skin’s texture. With her mound only inches way from his face, he pulled her back to his hungry mouth and planted his lips firmly over her pussy, running his tongue down her slit until he found her clit, then hooked her hood, exposing her nub. Anita moaned in response to his search, the heat of her sex radiating through her crotch and belly.

“God, yes! Lick me, Dad! You’re making me so fucking horny! Eat me! Make me cum!”, she growled lustfully. As he pulled her even closer with his growing need to taste her, she almost fell on top of him. The more Jim explored her gash, the further apart she spread her legs making her pussy available to him. She recognized that her need was as great as his.

“Dad, let’s go upstairs. What you’re doing to my pussy is incredible! But I want your cock! I’ve got to have you, deep in my throat, spurting your cum into my belly! God, I’ve never wanted to suck someone off this bad!”, Anita purred. Without another word, Jim acknowledged her want. By the time they reached the bedroom, both were completely naked. Once in the bedroom, Anita fell onto the bed, landing on her back with her legs wide open as an invitation to her Dad to take her sex any way he wanted. Not one to pass up such an offer, Jim fell between her thighs, landing on his stomach with his mouth once again clamped over her sweet-smelling pussy. His tongue searched for that hard love button again. He licked and sucked it until it stood proud and firm like a small cock. Taking it into his mouth, he clamped his lips around her bud while reaching up with his left hand to squeeze and tease her right breast and nipple, reserving his other hand to begin fingering her cunt. Was she wet! His finger slid inside her vagina with virtually no resistance, to be joined by another finger. Anita responded by lifting her legs up and over his shoulders, effectively pinning him to her hungry crotch. As the horniness increased, she raised her hips in an effort to pull his tongue deeper into her love tunnel. The second he licked her entrance, she convulsed upwards until their only contact with the mattress was her shoulder blades and his knees. The pressure of her thighs on his neck was painful, but the desire to lick and suck her juices made the pain inconsequential. Soon her breathing became faster and shallower, and Jim could sense her cunt grasping at his fingers as her first orgasm began to radiate all through her body. He curled his fingers to tickle the ridges of her vagina, searching for that miraculous G-spot that would send her to Paradise. Seconds later, Anita tensed her whole body and began to tremble as the crescendo of her rapture washed stronger and stronger over her. She heard a loud scream from somewhere as she went over the top, only vaguely aware that it was coming from her. Her Dad felt the warm gush of her juices flowing into his upturned palm, and immediately lapped them up with his tongue, while resting his nose on her clit. God, but she tasted so sweet and good! Her cum was like nectar, and he devoured every drop! Twisting her captured nipple, he felt her quiver again as a second orgasm raced through her, not as intensely as the first, but just as welcome.

As her climax eased, Anita regained some control of her spasming muscles, the delirium of it spreading through every fibre of her being.

“Damn Dad! You sure know how to eat my pussy! I came so much that I was beginning to fear you’d drown between my legs! Shit, I never knew I could squirt before, let alone that much!”, she moaned wantonly.

“Hmm, I’ll have to suck your pussy more often!”, he mumbled from his prison between her thighs. “Besides, your girl-cum has this interesting flavour to it . . . it tastes like more!”.

“Really?”, intoned Anita. “I’ve had a lick or two of my juices after fingering myself, but never thought about it before. I wonder how it compares to the taste of your jism? Hmm, guess there’s only one way to find out, huh?”, and she released him from the stockade of her thighs. “Dad, I want to suck you off, right now!”.

Jim vaguely remembered the sensations on his cock the previous night, and the memory made it impossible to refuse her. Pulling himself up the bed, he kissed her passionately as she moved down to his groin in anticipation of swallowing his engorged cock whole. She had captured his cock in her hands, and as they broke that kiss, she tugged it hard enough to induce her Dad to slide up and over on his back so she could pleasure him. God, his cock felt good in her hands! It was hard as steel, but still with a soft and compelling texture to its skin. With his cockhead too close to her face to focus on, she lightly licked the tip, savouring the flavour of his pre-cum as it oozed from his jizz hole. Sliding her lips so that they covered and possessed his cockhead, she swirled her tongue around the ridge, lightly teasing that most sensitive spot on the underside of his helmet. Jim instinctively pushed his hips up, trying desperately to drive his cock further into the warm wetness of her mouth. She slid her tongue down the underside of his shaft from the rim of his cockhead to the base, then slowly pulled it back up and swirled around his cockhead again. Her hand wrapped around him at the base and began to pull and stroke his engorged member, slowly coaxing his balls to prepare a load of hot gooey spunk for her hungry belly. When her hand reached the top of his shaft, she followed it back down to the base again with her lips, opening her mouth to admit his cock into her throat. Her muscles twitched on his sensitive cockhead, sending shivers of delight down its entire length. Letting him escape her hungry throat’s grip, she pulled him back out until only the tip of his cock was still wrapped in her warm wetness, then slid back down his length until his cock was back in her throat. She held him there for as long as she could, then released him, only to recapture him again and again in similar fashion.

Both of them could feel Jim’s balls lift and tighten as his load pushed into his cock-shaft on its way to the tip as it readied itself to spurt from his jizz hole. His muscles tensed and locked in preparation for the overwhelming impact, while Anita slid up to the top of his shaft and clamped his cockhead tightly with her lips as she pumped and stroked him in an effort to milk that hot white cream from his straining cock and into her hungry belly.

“God, Girl! I’m gonna cum! Suck me!”, and as he felt the imminence of his explosion almost at his jizz hole, he lost the ability to form words. All he could do was scream at the ecstatic joy of his release and her ministrations on his organ. “A-a-a-w-w-w-w-w-h-h-h-h!”. Lifting his head with ponderous effort, Jim watched his daughter’s head as she gobbled his manhood. God, but that sight turned him on! His own daughter, sucking the spunk out of him! That was all it took for his cock to launch the first massive rope of his goo into her mouth, and he could see her throat gulping and swallowing in its attempt to consume every drop. Before the second spurt came, she slid down his cock about an inch, then waited until he filled her empty mouth again. As each successive wad delivered itself to her waiting belly, she moved down another inch, until her nose was buried against his groin as the last dribbles oozed out of him and down her throat. Shit, she’d drained his nuts dry, and was still thirsting for more!

When the last few globs were in her belly, she let her Dad‘s slowly relaxing cock slip out, and began to lick its entire length clean, making sure she didn’t miss anything. Then she scooted back up to kiss his lips, letting him taste his own cum. A few globs still remained at the corner of her mouth. It was a little salty for his liking, and nowhere near as wonderful as her girl-cum. He licked the edge of his own mouth in an attempt to retrieve another taste of her, hoping to find enough to satiate his thirst.

“Mmm, you taste good, Dad”, she cooed just before their lips met again. “I could get used to a steady diet of hot spunk. Wonder if cum is one of the four food groups? Sure hope so!”, she cooed in his ear.

“Mmm! Not sure, but if I could bottle your pussy juices, I could make a fortune! Damn, but you taste good! Tell ya what, though. I prefer your cunt juice to my cum, ten to one!”, he mumbled back.

“Funny, I prefer your taste to my own! God, I could suck you off like that three or four times a day, every day, and still not get enough. The only problem is that once you shoot your wad, my cunt gets itchy! Your poor cock might fall off if you fuck me as much as I want! Guess we’ll have to schedule a fuck at every meal, and a blowjob for coffee breaks! Think you can cum five or six times a day, every day?”, she teased with a twinkle in her eye.

“Hmm. Make you a deal. You can suck me off, but only if I can have your pussy for a snack whenever I get hungry, which shouldn’t be more than, oh say, eight, ten, thirty-five times a day! We got a deal?”, he lightly growled at her with growing lust at the memory of her sex pressed against his mouth.

“Fuck off! If you think I’m capable of squirting that much, I’ve got some bad news for you! Christ, if you eat me like that every time, I’ll be Jell-O before lunch! I love cumming for you, but your loving is intense enough to suck the energy right out of me! Besides, if you wear me out, neither one of us is gonna get laid anywhere near enough! I thought I might be able to out-fuck you, but after that orgasm, I’m not so sure any more! God, what a cum!”, she squeaked in reply.

Jim pulled his daughter against his chest. Her breast was exposed just enough for him to lightly circle her areola with one finger. With the completion of each orbit, he would flick his finger over her nipple, resulting in a reactive jerk. God, he loved pleasuring her body! Just the thought of her sensual reaction was beginning to breathe new life into his flaccid cock as he felt another erection growing. But she had drained his balls already, and if he even attempted to fill her cunt with his baby batter, there was a good chance that his nuts might implode! He shared that revelation with Anita, who snuggled even closer to him, if such a thing was possible.

“Dad, as much as I’d love to fuck you senseless right now, I don’t think my poor body could take it! Shit, my pussy is so sensitive that just thinking about being fingered is more than I can stand! But you sure do know how to love a girl, that’s for sure!”.

“Hmm, here’s an idea. I’ll share a shower with you, then let’s go clean that kitchen up. Might be an idea to actually eat something too, so that we have some energy. When my nuts have had a chance to get over being sucked out the end of my cock, I’m gonna drag you back here and drain ‘em in your cunt again! Maybe you can out-fuck an old man, and maybe you can’t, but it sure will be fun finding out!”.

Anita purred at the idea of her Dad filling her up with his cock, and shooting a full load of his hot white cum deep in her pussy. Food sounded like an idea, but stroking his cock in the shower had more appeal to her. If her overstimulated clit settled down, she could quite happily contemplate his fingers sliding deep in her love tunnel as he rubbed her G-spot! Shit, just the thought of cumming all over her Dad‘s hand was beginning to make her cunt drip again!

“That shower sounds good, but I get first dibs on the soap! You’ve got a special part that I want to make sure gets all the attention it deserves! So, wanna race for it?”, she growled at him in her sexiest tone.

“A race, huh? Your on, but do I get a head start? About three weeks should almost do it! Shit, you sucked the life outta me! Even the hairs on my sac are exhausted! So what’s the big idea of ravishing an old man until he can’t even stand up, huh?”, and he gave Anita a light but loving smack on her ass.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, Dad, but that smack is gonna excite me!”, she chanted in his ear.

They spent the time in the shower paying special attention to certain parts, until the hot water ran out. Drying each other afterwards, Jim took advantage of being by Anita’s pussy to kiss and lick it when she least expected. Even though she pushed him away from her oversensitive crotch, he noted that her moisture was returning as her horniness began to build again. She retaliated by kneeling down to run the towel between his butt crack and his sac, then quickly slurped his cock into her mouth, enough to get his attention but not enough to give him an erection. When she stood back up, he spun her around and slipped his arms under hers as he cupped and gently massaged her tits. She pressed her ass tightly against his groin, feeling the heat of his semi-hard cock trying unsuccessfully to harden between her ass cheeks. As his cockhead touched her between her cunt and her pucker, she realized that she’d never considered being fucked up the ass before, but if her Dad ever had an inkling to take her that way, she’d happily give him her rectal virginity.

They made their way to the kitchen, where Anita warmed up the shellfish chowder that was left from the previous day and made garlic bread while Jim set the table, then poured two glasses of the rosé wine they had opened the day before. Both seemed to enjoy the meal, but neither vividly remembered exactly what it tasted like. The atmosphere was a sharp contrast to the beginning of the day, with hope and love replacing the earlier doubts that had gone through their heads. Anita felt her Dad‘s warmth flowing through her soul again, and Jim could see that magical twinkle in his daughter’s eye that had been missing for a good part of the day. If he had questioned the viability of this new phase of their lives before, his answers were staring him in the face as he lost himself in her eyes.

“Feel better about all this Dad?”, his daughter asked, but knew the answer already. More than anything else, she knew in her heart that Jim needed to admit it to himself a few more times before he’d be able to live with the power of his own convictions. Hearing it herself, though, wouldn’t break her heart either.

“Hmm, let’s see. I’ve been doused in girl-cum until I almost drowned, sucked off until my balls almost got sucked out of my cock, and flooded with the most intense orgasms I can remember. I’ve been treated to the softest and most adorable female on the planet, who, incidentally, fucked my brains out, then just when I didn’t think I could take any more happiness, she declares that she loves me. Umm, what was the question again?”, he teased her.

Quoting the punch line of an old joke they both knew, she muttered to him, “Ya know, Superman, sometimes you can be a real prick!”. Jim began to giggle, and Anita joined him moments later, not so much because the joke was funny, but more because it was good to see the happiness slowly returning to her Dad‘s face. She vaguely remembered that look from when she was a little girl. The discovery that it was still there gave her a warm feeling.
Jim pondered the original question Anita had asked as to how he felt as he replied to it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do, Honey. I guess I needed a kick in the ass to get me out of my slump. I’m just glad you had the courage and tenacity to hang in there long enough to figure out where to kick me. Shit, I owe you for looking out for my little girl back when she was starting to grow up. Now I owe you for dragging me out of a pit of despair, too. Would you settle for a lifetime of love as part payment?”.

“Hmm, gonna have to think about that first”, she replied in a soft and sensual voice that only a woman can find. “Does that include as much of that body of yours as I can handle? Or, how about all the service maintenance my system requires to keep the current warranty in good standing? Hmm?”.

“Damned teenagers! Is that all you kids ever think about? Sex, sex, and more sex?”, Jim snorted in mock disgust.

“Well, duh, Dude! I mean, like, what else is there, huh?”.

“Listen young lady! You may be 19, but I can still turn you over my knee and spank that cute little ass of yours! Might break every bone in my body doing it, but it would be worth it! So don’t push your luck!”, he snickered sarcastically as he winkled at his daughter.

“Promises, promises, promises!”, she sniped right back at him, then got up, walked to his side of the table and kissed him as hard and urgently as she could. Breaking that kiss, she whispered, “While I’m up, you want dessert?”.

Jim reached behind her and ran his hands up and down her butt, then answered, “No thanks. I’ll just have a piece of this!”.
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