The Daddy & Daughter Dinner & Dance was Fran's idea. I don't mean that she created the annual event, the city parks and rec department sponsored the thing. Susan was hired as the city's public information officer, and thought that it would be cute for me to date our six-year-old daughter, Denise.
We got dressed up and went to the event for the first two years. She enjoyed it. I thought that it was silly. The third year she said she wanted the DDDD to be like a real date. She wanted me to come to the front door with flowers and pick her up, and take her to a movie first.
Fran told me to rent a tuxedo. I did as I was told, and went to the costume rental place and changed there. I bought a bouquet and knocked on my front door. Fran opened the door.
"Denise isn't quite ready yet," she said. "You can wait in the living room. It'll be a few minutes."
I was stunned when she walked into the room a few minutes later. My eight-year-old daughter was a knock-out. She was wearing makeup, tastefully done. Fran had always use the minimum of makeup - a touch of eyeliner, a little blush and lipstick. Her hair was done up in a sophisticated style.
"Close your mouth before you catch flies," Fran laughed.
"You are gorgeous, Denise," I gasped. I stood and offered my arm. She placed her tiny hand in the crook of my arm.
"I want you to have my daughter home before midnight, young man," Fran said.
"Yes ma'am," I replied meekly, going along with the date charade. The DDDD was over by 10 o'clock, so there was no problem there.
I hate going to movies. The movies my daughter likes have too much special effects crap. I prefer movies that require the actors to act, and I prefer to watch them on my television. This time, it didn't matter, I spent the entire movie staring at my gorgeous daughter. I put an arm around her and she snuggled up to me. She crooked her finger, and I bent down, thinking that she wanted to whisper in my ear. Instead, she kissed me on the lips. My cock twanged to full erection.
We kissed on the lips all of the time, but those kisses were quick little pecks, with our lips touching for less than a second. That time, she pressed her lips against mine, and maintained contact for maybe two seconds. It felt longer than that to me. I jerked away guiltily, and looked around the theater to see if anyone was watching. There weren't many adults in the theater. The only person who seemed to notice was a girl around Denise's age in the row ahead of us. She smiled at me, then nudged the man beside her and whispered in his ear. He looked back at us. I smiled and nodded. "I'm taking my daughter to the Daddy & Daughter Dinner & Dance, and she wanted me to act like it's a real date," I explained.
"The Daddy & Daughter Dinner & Dance?" He asked.
I explained it to him.
"Hell, Me and Peggy will definitely be there next year."
"Really, Daddy?" Peggy said.
"You bet your sweet little ass, Baby," he whispered loud enough for me to hear.
"Can we sit with them?" Peggy asked.
He looked back at me and I nodded.
Peggy sat next to Denise, meaning that Peggy's father and I had to lean over our daughters to whisper to each other about the DDDD. He had his right arm around her shoulder, just as I had my left arm around Denise's shoulder.
Peggy pulled him down by his shirt and kissed his lips the same way Denise had kissed me. Denise looked up at me imploringly. I bent down and kissed her lips, and the kiss lingered a little longer. While we were kissing, I saw the Man's left hand move to his little girl's left knee. I broke the kiss and quickly looked around. All the kid's eyes were glued to the action on the screen. The adults were texting. Peggy and her father were kissing again. His hand moved slightly up her inner thigh. Her legs parted slightly he broke the kiss and looked at me, as if saying, "Your turn."
Peggy and I kissed.
"Incoming," the man whispered, tapping my shoulder.
I looked up and saw a young woman with two toddlers walking up the aisle. One of the kids was squirming. He obviously had to go to the restroom.
"All clear," he whispered. And I resumed my kiss. I saw that his hand had moved up to mid thigh, his thumb touching the hem of her denim dress. I stopped kissing and looked around while he kissed his daughter. I placed my right hand on my left thigh to conceal the huge bulge in my pants.
I tapped his shoulder when the mother and toddlers returned from the bathroom. His thumb was now under her skirt. Denise was staring at his hand. I could see his erection bulging in his pants. While he watched the mother and kids return to their seats, his hand caressed his daughter's inner thigh. I wondered if his thumb was touching her pussy.
"I gotta go to the restroom," Peggy said, looking at Denise. They left together.
He leaned over to me and asked, "How long have you and your girl been fooling around?"
"We haven't," I said.
He gave me a look that was a hilarious combination of surprise and fear.
"Don't worry," I chuckled. "Peggy doesn't seem to mind. Why should I."
"Damn," he said. "I was certain that y'all were into sex. I mean the way you look at her and kissing her."
"This is the first time that my wife has dressed her up and made her up to look like that. It fucking took my breath away." Why did I say "fucking."
"I can understand that," he said. "Your little girl is Fucking breathtaking."
"How old is Peggy? How long have y'all been... you know?"
"She's nine - nine and a half if you ask her, but she's actually a little over nine and a third. We started fooling around a little over a year ago."
"I wonder what they're talking about?"
"I'd bet that they're talking about the same thing that we're talking about. Comparing notes."
The girls returned and I said that I had to go to the restroom. I was surprised that Peggy's father followed me. That's not a guy thing. I went to the last stall, went in, sat down and jacked off. At first, I was masturbating to the memory of Peggy's father kissing her and rubbing her pussy with his thumb. That memory morphed into visions of me doing the same thing to Denise. I heard a moan in the next stall. I came, and wiped my dick off as well as possible with the coarse toilet paper. Peggy's father stepped out of the next stall at the same time I stepped out of mine. "I really needed relief," he grinned. "By the way, I'm Steve Murphy."
"I'm Ray Hyde."
The girls had their heads together, giggling, when we returned to our seats. When we got seated, Steve put his right arm around Peggy's shoulder and and returned his hand to it's previous position. Peggy's legs parted again, and she scooted a little forward, causing her skirt to rise a little higher up her thigh. She looked at Denise and giggled.
Denise whispered. "Do it."
Peggy had something wadded up in her hand. She dropped it in her daddy's lap. Panties.
"Holy shit," I gasped.
Peggy looked at Denise and nodded aggressively. "You promised," she whispered.
Denise giggled nervously, looked at me apprehensively and dropped her panties in my lap.
Steve's hand moved under Peggy's skirt, and she slumped further in her seat, causing her short skirt to ride up, exposing her father's hand covering her crotch.
My right hand moved quickly to my left thigh to again conceal my rapidly growing lump.
Denise looked worried, apparently afraid that she had gone too far and that I was angry. I quickly bent down and kissed her. My left hand squeezed her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. She took my right hand and put it on her right knee. The hem of her dress was about an inch above her knees. I slid my hand a little higher, and she slumped slightly. I opened my eyes, and gasped. Peggy was holding the hem of her skirt high enough for me to see her father's middle finger moving in and out of her pussy. Denise turned to see what I was seeing.
Peggy was slumped down to the point where her ass was hanging over the edge of the seat.
"Oh My God," Denise sighed, leaning over the armrest to get a closer look.
I leaned over further to get a better look. My hand slid further up under Denise's dress, caressing her inner thigh.
"How does it feel?" Denise asked.
"A lot better than it feels when you Jill off yourself. A lot better!" Jill said, humping hard against her father's hand.
"Wow," Denise said.
"Oh, Peggy baby, your hot little pussy feels so fucking good." he whispered. Then he leaned closer to me and whispered, "Isn't my daughter's pussy beautiful?"
"Yes," I sighed. "It's beautiful."
"You want to feel it?" he asked. "You can stick your finger in my little girl's cunt if you want."
I gulped. Peggy smiled at me and nodded.
"Do it, Daddy," Denise giggled, taking my right hand and guiding it to Peggy's crotch. "Stick your finger in Peggy's cunt. She wants you to."
Peggy giggled and nodded.
Steve removed his finger, and I slowly inserted mine. Peggy humped up, meeting my shaking finger.
Suddenly, the lights came on. I jerked my hand away, and sat up straight. My erection deflated instantly. I thought that we had been caught. Peggy sat up, jerking her skirt into place. The movie was over. People were filing out. Once I realized that we hadn't been caught, a wave of relief surged over me. I laughed. I laughed until tears ran down my cheeks. I stood, and Denise's panties fell to the floor. She picked them up and handed them to me. I stuffed them in my pocket. Laughter is contagious. We were still laughing when we walked out to the parking lot.
"Come with me to my truck," Steve said. "I'll give you my secret contact info." He led us to an F-250 4x4, with a sign on the side. Steve Murphy Construction.
"I don't guess business is too good these days in this economy," I said.
"I go where the disasters are."
"Oh," I said, assuming he might be a fly-by-night ripoff artist who victimizes disaster victims.
"When I get there, I find the most reputable local contractor and offer my services as a subcontractor. I have a great rep."
Peggy said, "I get to go with him when school's out."
"What about your mother?" Denise asked.
"She ran off with another guy a long time ago," Peggy said. "The bitch."
Steve was writing on a note pad while we talked. He tore off a page and handed it to me. "This is my e-mail address, messenger name, stevinpeg. Here's a dad 'n' daughter chat room that y'all might enjoy. I'm certain that most of the people are phonies. There are some men interested in seducing their daughters, and some kids wanting to seduce their fathers. Some of the kids might be real, but the odds are that they're cops trying to run a sting. But it's fun anyway."
I folded the paper and started to slip it into my inside coat pocket. What if I forgot about it, and turned it in to the costume and tux place? I put it into my billfold, between photos of Denise and Fran.
"Peggy," Steve said. "Shall we find a parking place?"
Peggy nodded enthusiastically and whispered into Denise's ear. Coincidentally, I bent down at the same time to pick up some dropped coins, and was close enough to hear Peggy say, "Daddy's going to lick my pussy."
"Really?" Denise gasped.
"Oh Wow!" Denise exclaimed, staring at Steve.
Steve pulled Peggy's panties out of his pocket. "Wanna trade?"
Peggy whispered in Denise's ear again.
"Do it, Daddy. Trade with him."
We traded undies and they left. On the way to our car, I asked, "Why did you want me to give him your panties?"
"Peggy said that her Daddy wanted to sniff my panties so he would know what my pussy smells like."
"You want him to sniff your panties."
She giggled and nodded.
"You want Peggy's daddy to know what your pussy smells like?"
Denise giggled again, "Do you want to know what Peggy's cunt smells like?"
We got into the car, and Denise said. "Daddy, get her panties out of your pocket and sniff them. See what Peggy's pussy smells like."
I pulled the panties out and sniffed them. As I did, I noticed that my daughter was staring at my crotch. I then offered them to Denise. "Wanna sniff your friend's pussy?"
She surprised me by snatching the panties from my hand, put them to her nose and inhaled. "Did the smell of her cunt make your cock hard?"
"What!?!" I demanded. My head quickly swiveled to the right to look at my daughter, and I nearly swerved off the road.
"Watch out, Daddy!"
"I'm sorry. I was surprised to hear the word 'cock' come out of my little girl's mouth."
"I am not a little kid," she snapped. "I'm eight years old. I'm a third grader."
"Please ex-cuse me, Miss Maturity."
"I'll think about it," she said, sulking.
I drove in silence until I caught her movement in my peripheral vision. I turned and saw her bending over sticking her arm up her dress.
A honk drew my attention back to the road, where I was veering into the left lane.
"Watch the road, Daddy."
I glanced over to her and saw that she was sniffing the middle finger of her right hand then sniffing Peggy's panties in her left hand.
"They smell different," She said. "Peggy's smells...different. Not bad...just different."
My daughter stuck Peggy's panties under my nose, took it away, then stuck her right middle finger to my nose.
"Let me smell Peggy's pussy again," I said. I didn't mean to say it aloud. It just came out.
She giggled and held Peggy's panties under my nose.
"Now, let me smell your pussy again.."
She held her finger under my nose.
"Peggy's pussy smells a little stronger ... a little sharper than your pussy, Denise." I said. "I like your pussy better, but Peggy's is still nice."
"I wonder if her's smells stronger because her and her Daddy do all of that sex stuff a lot."
"All what sex stuff?"
"You know, finger fucking, pussy licking. When they play fuck, he shoots his cum in her cunt."
"You do know that he could be in a world of trouble if the wrong people found out. He could go to prison."
"Yes sir. Peggy told me. But you won't get him in trouble, will you Daddy."
"Of course not."
"That's why I told you what she told me. I thought you'd want to know."
I pulled into the parks and rec parking lot. "Let me see if I can find a parking space close to the building."
"You know what Peggy's father is going to do when he finds a parking place?" Denise giggled.
"He's going to lick her pussy," I said casually.
"She told me to tell you."
"I didn't hear that part."
"She told me about all the stuff they do when we were in the restroom, and when You and her daddy went to the restroom. What did he tell you?"
"All he told me was that he and Peggy had been fooling around for a little over a year."
"They started when she was my age."
I parked the car, and we went into the Rec building's ballroom. Little round tables for two were set up around the dance floor. We walked around until we found the table with our name plate. It was tucked in an unlit corner farthest from the musicians and the kitchen. There was a light inset into the ceiling directly above the table, but the bulb was burnt out.
"There's Kimberly and Michelle and Donna. I'll be right back," Denise said, hurrying to see her friends.
I could tell by their reactions that they were impressed by her appearance. She was absolutely gorgeous. Classy. Sophisticated. Like her mother. I had always seen her as sylph-like. Elfin. A sprite. Now, she's a lovely young lady.
I looked around, studying the daddy-daughter couples. I had paid no attention to anyone else the previous two years. I was bored then. I didn't really want to be there. Now, I was trying to spot incestuous couples. The girls ranged in age from toddlers to mid-teens. Dads, from early 20s to mid 50s. This year, I would pay close attention to the dancers. Sexual sparks would show then. I was suddenly afraid of getting on the dance floor. Would the sexual sparks between my daughter and I show.
I was suddenly surrounded by giggling girls. Denise introduced five or six of her friends. I complemented each one on her dress or hair or something. "Take our picture, Daddy."
I had forgotten about the camera in my jacket pocket. I pulled out the Canon S90 and had the girls move to the best lighted part of the dance floor, so I could shoot without using the flash. I shot the group, then each one individually. "If I ever decide to try my hand at glamor photography, I'll give you ladies a call."
They giggled. Michelle, the willowy red head, said, "I'll be your model any time.." The others quickly volunteered to model.
The girls went back to their daddies. I pulled the chair out for Denise, and she sat down. "They think that you're a hunk, Daddy."
"You didn't say...?"
"Dad-dy," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not stew-pid."
"No. You are definitely not stupid. I apologize."
The meal was served, and I scanned the room to see if I could detect pedophiles.
"Who are you looking for, Daddy."
"Uh ... Nobody. Why?"
"You were looking around like you were trying to find somebody."
"I'm a writer. I'm a people watcher."
"You're not a writer tonight. You are my date, and you're supposed to pay attention to me."
"Yes Ma'am." I said, taking her right and and kissing it."
The band started playing slow songs. I watched couples moving to the dance floor. "Let's dance," she said. We got out on the floor, and I was self-conscious. Denise's head came up to about half way between navel and sternum. I held her at almost arms length as we danced. I glanced around at the other couples until Denise kicked my shin.
"Damn it!" I snapped. Heads turned and stared. I was too conspicuous. Most of the men wore business suits or sport coats. The only other tuxedos were on bland balding fat fifty-ish guys. The first song ended and we returned to our table.
"I'll be right back," she said. All eyes followed her as she strode across the dance floor to the band stand. The lead singer knelt down to listen to her.
"You got it, princess."
She strode purposely back toward our table, stopped six feet away from the table. She looked back at the band and nodded her head. I recognized the song after the first three keyboard notes. Bob Seger's Old Time Rock N Roll.
Denise crooked her finger, and I was up dancing. I couldn't help it. In the immortal words of Dr. Hook, "It makes my pants want to get up and dance." She followed my moves so closely, it looked almost choreographed. We had the dance floor to ourselves. Her friends gathered around us clapping their hands. Cameras were flashing. I gave up all hope of being inconspicuous.
The song finished, and the band applauded.
"One more time!" the keyboardist yelled. "Let's Dance!"
Denise said, "Get your daddies on the dance floor." She was talking to her half dozen friends, but all of the girls started dragging their reluctant dads onto the floor.
I was winded half way through the second round of the song, and wandered back to my seat. A lot of men gave up quickly, and the girls, toddlers to mid teens, finished the song dancing together. It was one of the most paganistic sights I've ever seen. The energy changed. It was Party Time, with the girls in charge.
The band was into 60s 70s rock n roll. When they took a break, that came to our table and thanked Denise for getting everyone off of their asses. The lead singer said, "It was looking pretty fucking dismal...Oops. Sorry."
"That's okay," Denise said in a ladylike voice. "It really was pretty fucking dismal."
When the band returned to the stage, The lead singer said, "We have many many requests for slow songs. The drummer whispered to the keyboardist, "Belt buckle polishing time." The lead singer's mic picked it up. For most of those in attendance, the phrase was nonsensical.
"Belt buckle polishing time?" Denise asked.
"It means that the man is rubbing up against his partner, polishing his belt buckle on her dress."
"let's polish your belt buckle."
"I'm wearing a cummerbund."
"Cummer (giggle) bund?"
"Let's play like you have a buckle that needs polishing."
We danced, and my daughter's chest rubbed against the bulge in my pants. I bent down and whispered, "You're evil."
She looked up at me with wide innocent eyes, and whispered, "And you're a dirty old man."
My hand on her back pressed her hard against me, and I made my cock twitch three times.
She looked around and giggled, "I can't believe you did that."
We returned to our dimly lit table, and sat side by side in the corner. The table cloth hung down far enough to conceal everything from knee to chest. I felt my daughter grab my bulge and give it a squeeze. I placed a hand on her thigh, pushed the fabric down between her legs, and rubbed her crotch with my little finger.
I removed my hand when a Michelle, Kimberly and Donna brought a couple of other girls to the table. They introduced the new pair to Denise. She obviously knew them from school. While they talked, Denise's hand slipped onto my lap and grasped my bulge.
The new girls invited her to join their club. "I'll think about it," she said.
The pair looked offended. They turned abruptly and walked away.
"You'll think about it?" Michelle gasped.
I looked at my daughter questioningly.
"They're the 'popular girls.' They acted like they were doing me a favor by asking. I've never liked those bitches."
"You snubbed the Popular Girls!" Kimberly laughed.
"Fuck 'em," Denise said, shrugging her shoulders.
The trio's mouths dropped open and they looked at me.
"I'll wash her mouth out with soap when we get home," I laughed.
"No, he won't," Denise said, smiling at me and squeezing my cock through my pants.
As soon as the girls left, I hurried to the restroom. It was full. Fortunately I knew where an employees only rest room was. I entered the stall, dropped my pants, sat on the toilet and jacked off. "Oh, Denise, baby," I moaned, stroking hard and fast. It took only six or eight strokes to bring myself to orgasm, ejaculating copious amounts of cum.
I stepped out of the stall at the exact moment a tall, slender young man, in his early twenties, stepped into the restroom. He already had his hard cock out and was sliding his right hand up and down the thick six-inch shaft. He froze in the doorway, then tried to shove his dick back into his pants.
"This restroom is for employees only," the young man said, attempting unsuccessfully to sound authoritative.
"Yeah. I know. But the public restroom was crowded, and couldn't jack off in there," I said, casually walking over to the sink and washing my hands. Looking at him in the mirror, I said, "Don't let me stop you from doing your Thing."
He quickly went to the stall, opened the door, stopped short and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ, mister! You made a hell of a mess in here."
"Sorry about that," I chuckled on my way out. "By the way, which girl are you jacking off on?"
He stared at me for a moment before saying defiantly, "Your daughter."
"Have fun," I smiled, walking out and closing the door behind me. Outside, a balding middle aged pear shaped man was walking quickly in my direction, looking back over his shoulder. A prominent bulge tented his suit pants. He stopped short when he saw me. I smiled and opened the restroom door for him. He broke eye contact and blushed as he entered. "You'll have to use the urinal," I said. "A young guy is masturbating in the stall."
When I got back to the ballroom, Michelle, Kimberly and Donna were gather around our table. "Daddy, gimme the camera. I want Michelle to take some pictures of us."
I set the camera on full auto, and handed it to Michelle. We posed, standing side by side, with her left hand in the crook of my arm; with me bowing and kissing her hand, with us slow dancing with her feet on the ground, with us slow dancing face-to-face with her feet off the ground, and with us Rockin' N Rollin'.
"Get some of us sitting at the table," Denise said, looking up at me with angelic eyes and a devilish grin. As soon as we sat side by side at the table, her hand landed lightly on my crotch. I stuffed my hand down between her legs. She giggled naughtily. We sat in a very formal 19th century type pose while fondling each other's genitalia. Then she got up on my lap and looked up at me with puckered lips. It was a chaste kiss; nose-to-nose with puckered lips touching. The instant Michelle pressed the button, Denise stuck her tongue between my lips. Surprised, I jerked my head back as the camera flashed.
"Give me that thing," I demanded, holding my hand out for the camera. I hit the review button. The camera caught us with our lips a half inch apart, with Denise's tongue bridging the gap. She snatched the camera away from me before I could hit the delete button. She looked at it and giggled before handing it to her friends.
"You're terrible, Denise," Donna giggled. "Trying to French kiss your Dad."
"That's so wrong," Kimberly laughed.
"Yeah," Michelle said. "Wrong, but kind of hot."
Denise wiggled her butt against my born-again erection. I made my cock twitch against her ass, and she giggled.
"Oh My God!"Michelle exclaimed. "Look at this one."
I snatched the camera away and looked at the display. It was one of us dancing face-to-face. I was holding her up by her butt. My right hand gripped her right buttock.
"Come on, girls," I said. "Y'all have carried a baby, haven't you?"
They nodded in unison.
"And you held it up by putting your hand under it's butt. Your hand is the kids seat. I couldn't have supported her weight by pressing my hand against her back."
"Oh," Donna said. "We're not saying that you did anything wrong."
I should have kept my mouth shut. By aggressively professing my innocence, I made myself look guilty.
The band called "Last dance."
Denise started to get up.
"No! I can't get up right now."
I made my cock twitch against her ass.
"We're going to walk out of here and you're going to walk right in front of me."
We got up as soon as we saw that most people were getting up to leave. I wanted to be in a crowd, where it wouldn't look unusual for me to be following so close behind my daughter. Glancing around, I noticed that I wasn't the only daddy sporting a hard-on. Movement became snail-like at the exit. We were packed nearly shoulder to shoulder in the exit bottleneck. There was a big guy - at least 6'4" 250 pounds - immediately to my right. His raven haired daughter was in her early teens. He too was using his daughter as a shield to conceal the enormous lump in his pants. I am inordinately proud of my penis. I'm an average size guy - 5'9" 165 pounds - not skinny enough for my ribs to show, but slender.
The big guy looked at me, noticed that I was looking at his lump, and turned a little to his right to obscure my view. I lost my mind. I grinned at him, backed away from Denise slightly, and turned slightly to my right to show my lump.
He glanced around nervously, then looked down at me.
I reached down and adjusted my bulge. He glanced around and did the same. I pressed it against Denise's back. The big guy let out a little gasp. Denise looked back at me, grinning. I grinned back, then turned my head to look at the big guy's bulge. Denise looked just as he ground his lump into his daughter's back. The girl pressed back against her daddy. Denise giggled. The teen turned quickly and realized that there were witnesses to her naughtiness. Denise giggled and ground her back against my hard-on, then moved a little bit away from me, so the teen could see my twitching bulge. I reached down and gave it a squeeze.
The big guy squeezed his, and Denise moved closer, looking directly at him lump, then looked up at him, grinning. She crooked her finger, beckoning me to bend down. "Can I touch it?" I nodded. She reached out and gave his cock a quick firm squeeze.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, quickly pressing his front against his daughter's back. Our fun and games ended because he had drawn attention to himself.
The crowd quickly parted as we made it through the exit. The big guy and his daughter went north, we went south. "Where are we going now, Daddy?"
"The party's over. I guess we go home."
"Mommy said that we didn't have to be home until midnight. That's almost two hours away."
"What do you want to do."
"What did you do when you and Mommy were dating?" she asked suggestively.
"Nothing," I said innocently. "I took her directly home."
"You didn't go park somewhere and make-out?"
"Is that what you want to do?"
"I said that I wanted this to be like a real date."
I unlocked the car and opened the door for her. "I heard Mommy telling one of her friends that I was conce ..con-seeded in the back if this car."
"Conceived," I said.
"Whatever. It means that y'all did it back there."
Our car was a 2001 two-door Ford Focus station wagon that I bought used. The previous owner had installed a dark tint on the side and rear windows, and a curtain behind the front seat. I bought it because it was a make-out machine. Fran and I still sometimes fuck in the back, in the Super Wal-Mart parking lot. We never shop at big box stores, especially Wallyworld. When ever possible we patronize only home owned and operated businesses. We never eat at franchise operations.
"You wanna see where you were conceived?"
"Yeah!" she responded enthusiastically.
I pulled into the Wal-mart parking lot, and found our parking space open.
"Here!?!" she asked astounded. "There's so many people around."
"It's called hiding in the open."
"No one expects to find lovers making out in a parking lot. Cops don't patrol here. The rent-a-cops are looking for thieves, not lovers. No one can see in, so there's no indecent exposure involved. As long as we don't get too loud and make the car rock too much, no one will know."
"You and Mommy did it here?"
"Yeppers. In this exact parking space. It's not close to the store, but it's not out where it would stick out like a sore thumb. We still do every once in a while, sometimes in broad daylight."
"Y'all Fuck here in broad daylight?"
"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Mommy loves fucking in public places."
"Were you the first one to fuck Mommy?"
"You weren't the first!"
"I really don't feel comfortable talking about her sex life."
"It didn't bother you that she wasn't a virgin."
"Oh Hell no! Why should it bother me? I wasn't a virgin either."
"But it's different for men --"
"No!" I snapped. "It's not. That's bullshit."
Denise was obviously taken back by the heat of my response.
"That kind of thinking is Wrong. I mean, If a boy fucks a lot of girls, he's called a Casanova, a Romeo, a rounder, a stud, a playboy. If a girl fucks a lot of boys, she's a slut, a whore, a skank. It's just wrong."
"Wow," she said. "I didn't mean to piss you off."
"I'm sorry, Honey. I just believe that if it's okay for boys and men to fuck around, then it should be okay for girls and women."
"Can we get in the back now?"
"Sure, climb in the back."
She went to the rear of the car. I closed the curtain and dropped the back of the back seat down.
"I had fun tonight, especially at the movie."
"It was definitely different."
"I couldn't believe that Peggy's daddy was finger fucking her pussy right there, out in the open."
"It was crazy," I sighed. "But it was so fucking hot."
"Did you like putting your finger in Peggy's cunt, Daddy?"
"The lights came on at the same time and scared the shit out of me. Did you like feeling the big guy's cock at the dance."
Denise giggled, "I think I made him cum!"
"What do you know about cum?"
"I positive that you made his big hard cock cum, baby."
"Did you like watching me squeeze his big, hard cock and making him cum?"
"Oh, God, yes, baby. It was so fucking hot."
She giggled. "I liked watching you stick your finger in Peggy's cunt too.."
I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my daughter to me and kissed her deeply. My hand slid up under her dress to about mid thigh, where the nearly knee length dress bunched up and stopped further progress.
"Take it off, Daddy," she whispered.
I unzipped it, and pulled it over her head. She stripped off the nylon slip, and was completely nude. She put her hands on her flat chest and said, "I wish I had titties."
You have beautiful nipples.
"Really?" she said, sticking her chest.
I sucked on her right nipple and took the left one between the thumb and index finger of my right hand.
A car pulled in to our right, leaving a space between our cars. A man stepped out and looked at my car.
"he can't see us," I whispered. "We can see him, but he cant see us." I unzipped my pants, pulled out my nearly nine-inch cock, raised my hips and stroked. A woman got out of the car and started walking toward the store.
The man laughed and said, "I wish that I had a car like that when I was younger."
The woman was a few feet away from the rear window.
Denise giggled as I waved my cock at the woman. She spread her legs obscenely raised her hips and finger-fucked her little cunt. I grabbed her hand and guided it to my cock. I slid my middle finger into her wet slit. I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Aww, they went away." We resumed kissing, and my finger sunk all the way into her cunt.
"Oh, Baby, your pussy feels so fucking good around Daddy's finger. I'm so glad that you don't have a cherry."
"Yess, Baby. Because I could never hurt you, and breaking your cherry would hurt."
"It didn't hurt all that much," she giggled. "It stung a little, but it didn't hurt for very long."
"When did you break it?"
"Who? Never mind. You don't have to tell if you don't want to."
She thought about it, giggled and whispered, "Michelle. She broke mine and I broke hers."
"Oh, Daddy. Your cock moved in my hand and got even harder."
"Duh?" I said. "The thought of you and Michelle finger-fucking each other is so incredibly erotic. When did you do it?"
"Last summer, right after school let out and Kimberly and Michelle and Donna spent the night."
"Kimberly and Donna popped each other's cherry?"
"Nah, Donna's ... uh ... Donna's had already been popped."
"Who popped it for her? Or did she do it herself?"
"You don't have to tell if you don't want to."
"Her Uncle Ralph," she blurted.
"How old is Uncle Ralph."
"I think she said thirty-something."
"May I lick your pussy?"
"Uh huh," she said enthusiastically, nodding her head energetically.
"I had better take this tux off before I get it all wrinkled and messed up." I stripped, and scooted around to a side-by-side sixty-nine position.
I ran my tongue slowly up her slit, then moved it in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy. You're fucking my pussy with your tongue."
I spread her legs as far as they would go, and pushed my tongue in as far as I could. "Do you like that, Honey. Do you like Daddy tongue fucking your sweet hot pussy."
She grasped my head with both hands and humped my face. I sucked her clit, and she went wild. She started moaning and whimpering.
"Shhh, Denise. We don't want to attract attention."
"Daddy, some more people are looking at the car."
Except for the dark tinted windows and the large Peace symbol on the rear hatch, there was nothing remarkable about our little faded blue 12-year-old Ford Focus. Maybe people could sense that it was designed with fucking in mind. That's how it struck me the first time I saw it, parked at a corner gas station with a for sale sign on the windshield.
Denise giggled, "It's like they're looking at us."
I put both hands under her butt, and lifted her up, like I was showing her off. "Hey folks, doesn't my daughter have the most beautiful cunt you've ever seen?"
Denise giggled, putting two hands around my cock. "Hey folks, Doesn't my Daddy have the biggest fucking cock you've ever seen?"
She took the head in her mouth. I came so fast, it surprised me. Cum blasted into her mouth. She gagged and coughed and sputtered.
Fortunately, our audience had moved on.
"Are you okay, baby?"
"You could have warned me," she gasped.
"No, I couldn't. It took me by surprise," I said contritely. "I usually feel it coming - no pun intended. That time, it blew as soon as your lips touched it. I wasn't expecting you to do that."
"Why not? You ate my pussy. Didn't you expect me to suck your cock?"
"Honesty, no. This entire date has been the most unexpected event in my entire life. It even tops the first date with your mother."
"What was unexpected about that?"
"It was the first time that I got laid on a first date. It usually took three or four dates to get into a girl's pants."
"Mommy fucked on first dates?"
"She blamed it on the car."
"Did you fuck many girls in this car?"
"Nope. Fran was my first date after buying the car. We've been together ever since."
"Is Mommy really the best cocksucker in the known universe?"
"You've been eavesdropping."
"Y'all aren't very quiet when you're fucking."
"We're not loud enough for you to hear us from your bedroom." I said, but wasn't positive.
Denise giggled and shook her head. "Did Mommy suck your cock on the first date?"
"That date lasted all weekend, and we did just about everything imaginable."
"Do you really love licking cum out of Mommy's cunt."
"Anything you ever heard us say while we were fucking is absolutely true," I said and returned to eating her pussy. She again took my cock in her mouth. She couldn't get more than three four inches in.
"Can Mommy get your whole cock in her mouth?"
"She certainly can."
"She swallows all of your cum?"
"Yes. You don't have to do that. You don't have to try to get it all in. Just take as much as you're comfortable with. And suck."
She quickly got a rhythm going, and my movements coordinated with hers, while sucking and nibbling on her clit while finger-fucking her cunt.
"Oh, Baby! I'm going to cum"
She moved faster and sucked harder.
My ejaculation wasn't as forceful as the three previous orgasms - the theater restroom, the rec hall restroom, and the Richter scale eruption caused by my eight-year-old daughter's lips. She still didn't get it all down.
After coughing and clearing her throat several times, she smiled proudly and said, "I swallowed almost all of it." Cum dribbled on her chin. My God, she was beautiful!
I sat up, hugged her body tightly and kissed her passionately, tasting my cum in my daughter's mouth. Then I kissed her face all over, then worked my way down to her little nipples, then down her belly to her pussy. I attacked it hungrily - licking, sucking and nibbling with wild abandon until she screamed "Daaa-Deee!" Her body went rigid, them slumped. I think that she temporarily lost consciousness.
I looked around to see if anyone had heard her orgasmic scream. I saw heads all around, swiveling. They had obviously heard something but didn't know where it came from. Denise saw me looking around, and propped herself up on her elbows to have a look.
"They heard you. Fortunately, none of them were close enough to know where the sound came from."
"Holy Fuck!" she exclaimed. "That was wild. I never felt anything like that."
I chuckled, "You're going to have to watch your language. I don't think that your teachers and other parents will appreciate hearing that shit."
"But you like it when I talk dirty. Don't you, Daddy?"
"I'm a bad daddy," I said, hanging my head.
"Michelle and Kimberly and Donna think you're a really cool daddy for not freaking out when I said 'Fuck 'em' at the dance."
"We'd better get dressed and cleaned up and go home," There are some baby wipes in the glove compartment."
"I was a Boy Scout. Always prepared. I use them to clean my hands and face after changing a tire or fiddling with the engine." We cleaned up dressed and headed for home. The Dread set in. Fran would know that something. She knows when I've fucked up. She'll know. She might not know what I did, but she'll know I did something. And I'll have to confess. I cannot tell a lie. It's not that I can't tell a lie. I can tell one, but no one believes me when I do. When I'm guilty, I look guilty.
By the time I parked in the driveway, I was overcome with guilt, remorse, fear and self-loathing. Denise ran to the front door and dashed into the house. When I got there, she was hugging her mother.
"Thank you for fixing me up, and buying me that dress and everything. It was wonderful. The Popular Girls asked me to join their club and I told them that I would think about it. You should have seen the looks on their faces. I asked the band to play 'Old Time Rock N Roll' to get Daddy to dance. They said that I really got the party started. My friends think that I was so cool for snubbing the Popular Girls."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"It was the funnest day of my whole life - the funnest time I ever had."
"You must be exhausted," Fran laughed. "Get to bed. You can tell me all about it in the morning."
Fran looked at me smiling brightly. The smile dropped. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said. "I'm just worn out. I'm tired and I need some sleep."
I undressed quickly, got into bed, pulled the covers over my head and tried to will myself to sleep.
A few minutes later, I felt Fran get into bed.
I breathed slowly and deeply, pretending to sleep.
"Ray, quit pretending to be asleep."
"Ray, you don't know how you sound when you're asleep. You snore."
I faked a snore.
"Quit faking. That's not how your real snore sounds. Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."
I buried my head under a pillow and said, "I molested Denise. I molested our beautiful daughter."
The pillow was yanked away. She grabbed my right shoulder and jerked me over onto my back, got nose to nose with me and said, "You did what?"
"I sexually molested Denise," I whispered.
"Molested? How molested?"
"Masturbation, cunnilingus, fellatio, fondling, feeling," I whimpered.
There was a long silence. I didn't dare open my eyes.
"Ray, sit up and tell me everything that happened from the moment walked out the door to the moment you walked back in. And don't whimper."
I sat up.
"I'll be right back," she said, walking out of the room. She returned with a tall glass of ice water. "Your lips are dry. I'm guessing that your mouth is too. Drink some water and tell me everything from the beginning.
I told her about Bruce and Peggy at the movie. Fran interrupted frequently to ask questions. "You and this Bruce fellow, took turns kissing your daughters and acting as a lookout?"
"Yeah. I could have stopped it then. I should have stopped it. Then the rest wouldn't have happened."
I told her about Bruce's hand sliding up Peggy's leg. "That's when I definitely should have stopped."
"I don't want to hear about what you could have done or should have done or didn't do," Fran said flatly. "I only want to hear what you did. No opinions, no excuses. Just the facts." She was stern, she was demanding, but I didn't sense anger in her voice. She was conducting an objective interrogation.
I told her about the girls going to the bathroom and Bruce telling me that he and peggy had been fooling around for more than a year. I told her about going to the bathroom and masturbating. I told her about the panties.
"Denise dropped her panties in your lap?"
I couldn't look Fran in the eyes, and she didn't try to make me. I thought I detected a hint of amusement in her voice. My imagination was playing tricks.
I told her about the finger-fucking incident.
"You're telling me that our daughter took your hand and guided it to Peggy's vagina?"
"I'm not lying."
"I know when you're lying, and you're obviously not lying."
I told her about Bruce giving me his information. She took my billfold from the dresser an pulled out the folded paper. She read it, folded it up and put it back in place.
I told her everything about the dance, and she didn't interrupt until the point where we walked out of the building. Denise asked permission to feel the man's bulge, and you gave it to her?
I told her about going to Wal-Mart.
"You took our daughter to OUR parking space to molest her?"
I nodded. I told her in detail about everything we did up to the point we returned home.
Fran let out a long deep sigh, then put a hand under my chin and lifted it up, forcing me to look her in the eye. She shook her head in disbelief. "I love you, you pervert pedophile asshole."
"You're not going to kill me or send me to prison."
"Denise is a happy girl. She's happy most of the time. She was more than happy. She was overjoyed. She was thrilled. She was fucking ecstatic."
"You're not angry?"
"Angry? How in hell could I be angry when you've given our daughter such joy. Denise is happy, Mama's happy."
"The sex stuff? That doesn't bother you."
"It bother's me. It makes me horny as hell. But I'm going to let you get some sleep now. Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck your brains out."
Perfect speed outrageous sexual fun.
I liked the way it was a gradual progression that led up to the Walmart parking lot.
dad of 3
dad of 3
If all of that blood that's keeping my cock so hard ever tries to return to my heart all at the same time it will surely cause my heart to explode.
Now I'm off to read part 2 and then part 3. I don't know if it goes beyond 3, it was the last one I saw.
I disagree with 'daddybare2004', it causes my cock to instantly turn into solid steel when I hear dirty talk coming from almost anyone but especially so when it is coming from a young girl. It might even have the same effect if it were coming from a young boy. I think almost all men love it when their partner talks dirty to them, but different strokes for different folks.
d-b2004, we know there's something that just really sends your organ into instant orbit and maybe if you mention what it is, someone will be good enough to include it in a story just to make sure that you get a bit of what you like. All of the writers are wanting readers to enjoy the stories they read.
As for you Earl, I love what you have done here and I am very anxious to get on to the rest of the story. And if you're getting even 1/4 as much pleasure out of your story as I am, you better lay in a large supply of drawers too. Of course if you're like some guys and don't wear 'em, stock up on whatever you do wear.
Thank you again and I'm headed for part 2.
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