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 Archive name: dadonme.txt (mf, inc, ws)
 Authors name: Radioman
 Story title : Daddy Makes On Me

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 Daddy Makes On Me/ mf ws incest
 by marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)


   My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even
 beg him to whip out his big dick and take a leak right
 on my face. How did I get this perverted, some people
 may wonder? 

   Well, it all started last year when my father and I
 went on vacation to the Jersey shore. We shared a room
 because we didn't have enough money for separate quar-
 ters.

   My being a well-developed 18 year-old girl shouldn't
 have been a problem. After all, he was my father and we
 had rented a suite with a bedroom. He would use that
 while I slept on a roll-away bed in the living room.      

   We checked in and found to our surprise that the
 suite assigned to us had a heart-shaped bathtub right
 in the middle of the  living room. Iıd heard about such
 things from friends who went to the Poconos, but Iıd
 never seen one. Little did I know how much trouble I
 would get into while luxuriating in it.   
 
   The day after we arrived my father went for a walk
 down the boardwalk to the next town to check out a bar
 he'd heard about from a friend.

   I did some swimming and, to be honest, some trolling
 for cute lifeguards. One big hunk really made my pussy
 juice up. It was too bad that he already had a girl-
 friend.

   Frustrated and covered with salt water, I came back
 to the suite and decided to take a bath. I ran the
 water and stripped out of my bikini. In the mirror over
 the dresser I could see my foxy body. My tits are real
 bouncy and many a guy has drooled his saliva over my
 pencil-eraser nipples.  

   So there I was, lying in the water and feeling real
 horny. I started massaging my clit, hoping for a big
 cum. That lifeguard's little bathing suit had burned
 itself in my brain  and I kept thinking about taking it
 off without using my hands. 

   I was all worked up and ready to cum when suddenly my
 father walks out of the bedroom.

   He'd been there the whole time! There I am with my
 tongue hanging out and my hand splashing away at my
 cunt and my own father sees me. I could have died on
 the spot.
   
   "Sally," he shouted, "what the hell is going on here?
 What are you doing?" He sounded furious, which, con-
 sidering I was only jerking off, seemed too severe a
 reaction.       

   "I'm sorry. It's just that . . .² How could I explain
 this?
   
   "It's just that you're a little slut," he answered
 for me. "A whore. A fingerfucking cunt just like your
 mother."

   He was livid as he dragged up memories of my mother,
 a cold bitch who abandoned us when I was five. I also
 realized that he was drunk and Daddy does not hold his
 liquor well on the rare occasions when he has a few.
 He kept screaming obscenities and insults at me. Could
 they hear us in the next room? This was so embarras-
 sing.      

   "I oughta take you over my lap. I oughta beat you
 black and blue. You little pig. Rubbing your cunt like
 that right in our room."

   He stumbled toward me as he raved and ranted. I just
 stayed in the tub hoping that the soapy water covered
 my tits and pussy because I knew if he saw them he'd
 get even madder.

   When he got up close to the tub Daddy did the most
 insane thing I've ever seen. He opened his fly and
 whipped out his cock and started peeing on me.   

   "Stop, stop," I screamed. "What are you doing?" 

   His hot stream was going all over my face and hair,
 dripping down into the bath water.  

   "A little jerk-off whore like you deserves to be peed
 on. Take this and like it." He grabbed my head and
 pissed right onto my closed mouth.

   I couldn't breath, so I had to open my lips for some
 air. A thick stream of urine blasted right in and I
 swallowed it in my shock.

   To my amazement it was delicious, a salty-treat for
 my palate. I was instantly hooked.   "More, more, piss
 on me some more," I begged. He ran his endless stream
 over my face. I began masturbating furiously. Now all
 he yelled was encouragement.  

   "Frig that little clit. Comın you little piss whore.
 Let me see you come. You wanna come, donut you?"
   
   "Yes, yes, Daddy. Help me come." I stood up in the
 tub. He was smart enough to aim his piss right at my
 cunt as I diddled my clit shamelessly for him. The warm
 urine went all over my hands and into my pussy, getting
 me off almost instantly.

   My hips bucked from the force of my orgasm and I had
 to sit back in the pissy water to avoid falling down.
 All his piss was out by now and I knew what he needed
 to cap this off.  

   "Come here," I ordered. He looked horrified at what
 he had done in his drunken rage, but he moved in close
 anyway.

   I took his prick in my hand and it got hard almost
 instantly. I pulled him close and began tonguing his
 pissy penis. It was flavored by his delicious urine.
 Gobbling him down my well-practiced throat,  I made
 him come in a minute. He must have been incredibly
 horny. I swallowed his love juice into my stomach
 where it mixed with his tangy piss.   

   "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," he said, hugging me. I told
 him not to  worry about it, that this was just the
 beginning.

   And it was.
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