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Amyie's Crush
by SBeagle (htanya+18@yahoo.com)
***
Amyie has plans to seduce her father by seducing her
boyfriend first. It might prove to be too much for
either of them to handle. (Mmff, ped, bi, inc, reluc,
rom)
***
Amyie Honeywell was hot and she knew it. Her friends
knew it, her professors knew it, and her parents knew
it. This is why they were allowing her to go to six
flags this weekend with Bradley Clark, the hottest boy
in school, only if her Dad was chaperoning.
When she found out she called her best friend Tara. She
laid on her bed chatting on the phone; her young body
was twisting and turning, almost writing, on the bed
with excitement. They were laughing about stuff at
school and chatting about things happening this
weekend. "Tara I can't wait for the amusement park
Saturday!
It's gonna be awesome. I mean I am going to have the
whole day with him... Yeah he's coming too; bummer I
guess, but I can use him to my advantage. What? No way
I was thinking I would just tease a little bit and then
go in for the kill later in the evening... no he is
sooo sexy and I don't think he is getting any sex any
where else, I mean who wouldn't want fuck a innocent
little girl like me! You know what Tara, your right I
better take it easy, he is older than me! HA! I want
him so badly I can taste it."
As the conversation rolled on Amyie disclosed more and
more of her plan, she got hotter and hotter and began
to touch herself. Her hand strolled below the waistline
of her sweatpants and she fiddled with her bare pussy.
She couldn't believe she was going to Six Flags with
her Dad and the hottest boy in school.
She knew how to tease and was looking forward to
secretly tempting and fucking her new crush. The
trouble was going to be with the third wheel. How was
she going to use him to her advantage? Could she get
out of sight enough to work her magic or will she just
have to do some seriously dangerous tease work under
the watchful eye of her uninvited guest.
Amyie hung up the phone and resumed thinking about what
it would be like to have her crush's hands all over
her, to have his hips between her legs, to have his
hard pumping cock sliding in and out of her, stretching
her to the limit. Her hands expertly worked up under
her t-shirt and she was licking her fingers and jamming
them in an out of her cunt. She was cumming in seconds.
*** The Bait ***
The morning of the big date Amyie pulled on her black
bikini top, and pick cotton cheerleader shorts, they
said tasty on the back. She rummaged through her dad's
underwear drawer and found a white tank top that he
never wore because it was too small. She pulled this
over her head as her dad was walking in.
Mr. Honeywell stopped at his door and saw his beautiful
blonde daughter facing away from him. He could see her
pert young ass framed by the words tasty and the small
of her back disappearing under one of his older "wife
beater" style t-shirts. Girls didn't look like this
when I was in school, he thought. She turned and
smiled, gave him a peck on the cheek and bounced out of
the room.
"Sweetie," he called "Don't forget to call Bradley so
he knows we are on our way."
"OK Dad!" she yelled back.
Married for 12 years, 50ish father Mr. Honeywell
couldn't believe he was going to have to go with his
daughter on this date. She was almost a grown woman for
goodness sake, but his micro manager of a wife was
crazy about this sort of thing and barely let the girl
out of the house. So the chore fell to him, "Take her
to the park, and don't let the boy try anything." He
would take his daughter to the park, but that was it.
He was going to let her have whatever fun she wanted.
*** Driving ***
They were in the Honda Pilot by 8 o'clock and off to
Bradley's house arriving a little after 8:15 am. Amyie
was nervous; this was when she was going to start the
tease. The second they pulled up to Bradley's house she
knew she had to be on her game.
The car stopped and Amyie hopped out. She slunk up to
the house with a sexiness that even her dad caught,
which wasn't altogether too hard because his wife was
being stingy about sex. It seemed like everything he
saw reminded him about how he wasn't getting any. He
thought to himself, that is one lucky guy. He watched
as her hips swayed here and there, and her petite
figure gracefully skipped up to the front door of
Bradley Clark.
She stood at the doorway and played with the hem of her
shorts. They weren't a loose fit, so when she tugged on
the bottom of them she knew whoever was watching would
see her shorts being pulled tighter onto her ass,
perhaps even exposing her thin waistline. Then she
began to slide her hands up and down her thighs,
"what's taking this guy so long," she muttered under
her breath.
Mr. Honeywell watched his daughter squirm and touch
herself in the Clark's doorway. He noticed a small
bulge growing in his shorts. "What the hell?" He
thought, "That's my daughter up there not some high-
schooler at the mall!"
Then without warning his mind flashed with the image of
his daughter on her back and some guy on top of her. He
let out and audible, "Holy Shit" and checked the front
door again. Bradley had finally made it to the door and
was locking up while Amyie trotted down the stairs and
to the car. Again she was swaying her hips slightly as
she walked.
Mr. Honeywell tried to shake the image of his daughter
and the other guy from his mind but had considerable
trouble not dwelling on her lithe petite body skipping
back to the car.
The drive to the amusement park was about 45 minutes
from the Clark's house. Amyie and Bradley sat in the
back chatting aimlessly. When Mr. Honeywell looked in
the back he saw stars in Amyie's eyes. She looked like
she was really into this new boyfriend. And even though
he was a little older than her Mr. Honeywell approved
the pairing, provided he be invited on most of the
dates.
He knew his daughter was sexually active, and he didn't
mind it as long as it was under his control. He
monitored her computer activity and knew what she did
in the evenings when she said she was off to bed. As
long as he had some sort of control he would let her do
almost anything.
Bradley was in lust. He stared at the smallish breasts
of Amyie with a hunger to just devour them. They were
small and perfect, a cups he thought, but with her
small frame and thin physique they stood out just
enough to grab attention. She was two years younger
than him, and he was sure she had already had sex. In
fact that's what drew her to him in the first place.
He had heard from their mutual friend Tara that Amyie
had slept with this 22 year old they met in a bar. Tara
and Amyie had snuck into the college bar and were out
dancing on the dance floor when the guy approached
them. The night ended with Tara watching the two fuck
in his dorm room. Tara had relayed the story to Bradley
hoping to get him worked up enough to bed but in the
end the story backfired and Bradley started pursuing
Amyie.
Amyie was experienced in sex. She had been with the guy
from the college bar and then she had plenty of
experience with Tara. But most of what the little devil
learned was from her exploits in Internet chat rooms.
She had a computer in her room and every night she
would flitter off to bed early; appeasing her parents,
and start chatting in online chat rooms.
She would often have some sort of hot chat with any
number of random guys, trading pictures with them or
getting their phone numbers and having phone sex. She
liked the older guys and even let one guy send her
flowers.
Actually all her sexual experience ended up being
theoretical but she had an idea that when she did get
her crush in bed tonight, he was going to have the best
time of his life. She knew what guys liked and she
wanted to show it off for real. The college guy was
just a warm up for the real prize.
*** The Mindbender ***
Six Flags was packed, and as they entered Mr. Honeywell
noticed that what his daughter was wearing is not that
uncommon. All over the park he saw young girls with
skimpy outfits on, those sexy cheerleader shorts, tank
tops; some didn't even bother with the tank top and
just had bikini tops. There were also other dressed in
all kinds of sexy outfits; Mr. Honeywell though was
attracted to all of them.
The first ride the threesome headed off to was the
Mindbender. It was a ride that had more loops and
inversions than any other ride in the nation. The line
of course was long but Mr. Honeywell didn't mind, he
was watching all the eye candy. He looked in front of
him and saw Bradley and Amyie talking again.
They were facing each other, Bradley was turned
opposite of the line towards Amyie who had her back to
her father. Amyie had both hands on the railings and
was leaning slightly forward. She swung slightly from
side to side laughing and flirting with Bradley.
Mr. Honeywell looked at his daughter and was amazed
with how sexy the position she was standing in made
her. Her back was arched and her butt was sticking out
just so. The shirt she was wearing was riding up and he
could see her underwear peeking from beneath her
shorts. Her ass was perfect. It was rounded and had
just enough meat on it to make her look like one of the
Internet models he looked at when his wife refused his
advances.
As he had this morning his mind flashed an image of his
daughter, this time she was bent over a bed, her ass
sticking high in the air and Bradley was entering her
from behind. Her long lean legs were spread slightly as
he pumped her from his standing position. Her head was
down and hair was in her face.
Her back was arched like it is now and she would ram
herself into Bradley slowly and deliberately, obviously
she was enjoying it. She flipped her hair and revealed
her face, sweaty, with a look of concentration; her
hair was matted to her wonderfully innocent face as she
looked over her shoulder at the strapping young
Bradley.
Suddenly Mr. Honeywell was jarred from his reverie with
a sharp pain in his crotch. He cleared his head and
looked down at his daughter who was apologizing for
running into him. Apparently she had been laughing and
she backed into him. The contact with his crotch was
not just a bump and go though; he could have sworn it
was more like a bump and wiggle. His daughter
apologized quickly and went back to laughing with
Bradley.
When Amyie had bumped her father she felt his bulge.
She knew she was being sexy if even her father was
getting turned on. But isn't that what this whole day
was about? She had had a crush on her father for a few
months now and now she had orchestrated this whole trip
with her "date" Bradley so she could seduce her dad.
She hoped that by the end of the night her dad would
know her intentions and would be willing to start a new
relationship with her.
She wanted him in the worst way and today was day she
would tell him. The ass bump was only the beginning.
She wanted to feel his thick cock buried deep inside
her, she wanted his hands on her, she wanted to suck
him off, and she wanted to do everything in her power
to please her daddy.
She thought maybe she could do it again; maybe she
could rub her ass against his crotch again. She knew
that his eyes were on her and that all she had to do
was wiggle to get him excited. She could see him spying
at all the other girls dressed like she was and that
made her excited.
She knew if she could just lean back a little further
and make contact... and there it was the bulge again.
It was huge. Her dad pulled away immediately and she
was disappointed but encouraged. Soon there wouldn't be
any clothing in-between their bodies.
*** The Free Fall ***
After Mr. Honeywell had pulled away from his daughter's
ass a few more time he began to feel uncomfortable. He
moved in front of the flirting couple in the next line
for the Free Fall. It was one of those rides that
raised you way up in the air and then dropped you
letting gravity do the work.
Mr. Honeywell was happy to let Bradley do his work as
well. He had now taken to hanging all over his
daughter, he didn't mind much that the two were getting
closer, and honestly he was kind of relieved because he
thought he would be able to concentrate on something
else other than his daughter.
She had other plans however and soon he was watching
her rub her hands all over the belly of her date. Her
hand was up under his shirt and she was just stroking
what Mr. Honeywell could only assume were rock hard
abs. Amyie would glance over at her dad but he would
pretend not to notice.
He didn't want to embarrass her in front of her
boyfriend by asking them to stop. He scanned the line
for some other young girl to take his mind off his
daughter. He searched and before he settled on the
older looking girl two rows over his daughter wrapped
her arms around him and looked up into his eyes.
"Daddy?" She said. The suddenness of her body against
his made him lose his breath and Mr. Honeywell mustered
a weak answer. "Daddy can we go eat lunch next?" She
asked, her eyes fluttering in an obvious attempt to get
what she wanted, he was a sucker, and fell for it every
time.
Her body pressed against him so lewdly he was
uncomfortable. He could feel every inch of her, her
thigh was between his legs and her small breasts
pressed into his chest, the rest of her was a blur, of
course, she was a perfect fit. She rubbed her hands on
his back until he finally said yes.
For the rest of the wait in line Amyie tried to engage
her father in conversation. At one point she even sat
up on the railing behind her dad with her legs wrapped
around him and her arms clinging to his shoulders. She
peaked over one shoulder while she talked with Bradley
about things.
"What do you think about Becky Lohman?" She would ask.
Bradley would answer with a non committal, "She's
awright." Amyie would laugh and say she was the sexiest
girl at school. She would coo and awe over this girl or
that girl over her dad's shoulder, knowing that he
would get more and more turned on.
Her voice at times would be throaty, or sweet and sexy,
she looked for any excuse to use sexy words and phrases
like. "She's got the sexiest stomach," or "I would give
anything to take a shower with her."
The whole time Mr. Honeywell just let her talk and
touch his chest and shoulders. He was enjoying the
contact, perhaps a little too much. He was beginning to
get really turned on by the things his daughter was
saying. He knew she was flirty but he didn't know other
girls turned her on.
He let his mind wander, thinking about how Amyie's best
friend Tara would look between her legs. Her dark brown
hair thrashing wildly as she tongue-fucked Amyie's
pussy. He imagined Amyie's head tossed back enjoying
her friend's tongue.
Mr. Honeywell understood he was reaching the point of
no return thinking about his daughter like this. He
knew if he kept this up he would probably think about
it for the rest of his life.
He would have these flashes all the time, at the dinner
table, at family functions, in bed with his wife, he
had to get her from his mind, but at this point it just
felt too good. It felt like he had a new toy, it opened
a whole new world of fantasy that seemed to draw him in
further.
Amyie began to wonder what her father's response was to
her new tease. She hopped from the railing and stood in
front of her dad. She leaned back onto his body and
felt all his muscles. She rested the back of her head
on his collarbone and crossed her hands in front of her
chest.
She was talking with Bradley now but only off and on.
He was getting bored and was looking off. Mr. Honeywell
was beginning to give in to his daughter's touchy
feely-ness and enjoying it quite a lot. He just leaned
back against the rails and let his daughter lean on
him.
Amyie put her hands on her sides and then slowly put
them on her dad's thighs. She began to slowly rub them
up and down hearing him smile at her and the nice
things she was doing. She still talked with Bradley and
absentmindedly played with various body parts of her
father.
Finally she got what she wanted; she started to feel a
bulge in the small of her back. She maneuvered herself
so that she would come into more contact with it as she
rubbed her father's sides and thighs. Then she got an
idea... she reached her hand behind her back, in the
space between her father's stomach and her back. She
leaned forward and pretended to scratch her back. Her
movement applied more pressure to her father's crotch.
Convinced she could finally feel his erection Mr.
Honeywell lightly pushed his daughter away and began to
walk up the line. The feelings he was beginning to fell
were scaring him and he had to get away.
He thought maybe she couldn't feel his growing arousal
while she was leaning against him and didn't mind the
contact, but when she leaned forward to scratch her
back her ass cheeks slid right over his cock, that was
enough. The voices in his head were too real! He had to
make her move. He couldn't let his daughter feel his
erect penis. This was going too far. He would have to
be more careful.
*** Lickity-Split Lunch Stand ***
After the ride the threesome made their way to the
restrooms. Amyie didn't have to go and she watched as
Her dad and Bradley walked into the men's room. She sat
down on a bench and was extremely proud of herself so
far. She whipped out her purse and called Tara.
"Hello?"
"Tara it's me Amyie!"
"Hey girl how's your day going?"
"Awesome! I can't believe how excited I am. I was
nervous ya know, at first but then once things started
happening I really got into it."
"Does your dad know what is going on yet?" Tara asked.
"No I don't think so, but I have been rubbing him in
some key places, and making sure he notices my body"
Amyie said "What are you wearing?" asked Tara.
"I'm wearing those pink shorts; you know the ones that
say tasty on the back, and a white tank top. Its kind
short and really tight."
"Mmmmm, sexy girl, I'll bet you can see that luscious
tummy of yours when you walk around, I would love to
kneel down in front of you and kiss that tummy of
yours. Letting my tongue travel along that place where
your hips and tummy meet... Uummm I'm touching myself
right now you know!" cooed Tara.
"GAWD TARA! You can't do that to me, I mean teasing my
dad like this is totally turning me on; you are pushing
me over the edge..." Amyie hung the phone up soon
after, feeling horny.
Mr. Honeywell left the bathroom first and spied his
daughter sitting on a bench across the way, she was
back with both arms up on the top of the bench arching
her back slightly, pushing her breasts upward. He could
see her stomach, firm and tan, peeking from beneath the
tank she was wearing. He legs were spread. She was
sitting like a boy. He saw that she saw him and she put
her hands on her thighs, allowing one to drag up the
inside of her thigh and brushing across her crotch.
Mr. Honeywell thought he was dreaming as his daughter
seemed to be touching herself while looking at him. Her
hand traveled up her body momentarily catching her
fingers on her t-shirt lifting it up a bit. It end up
in her hair and she tousled her blonde mane then got up
off the bench.
Mr. Honeywell was floored. Had his daughter really just
done that? He looked around to see if anyone had
noticed. Apparently no one had. Then he looked behind
him and saw Bradley. Oh, ok he thought. That was a show
for Bradley. Mr. Honeywell was relieved slightly but
getting hornier by the second.
Amyie ordered a hamburger and fries and sat down with
the boys. She ate distractedly, staring off into space.
Bradley seemed to enjoy his meal, and Mr. Honeywell was
trying to think of anything but his daughter. Amyie was
sitting close to Bradley and kept putting her hand on
his thigh.
She made sure her dad at least suspected that was what
she was doing. She was down to the last little bit of
burger when some ketchup squirted out and down her hand
and wrist. She seized the opportunity by saying "oops!"
and proceeding to run her outstretched tongue across
the small of her wrist and the back of her hand.
It tasted salty and sweet, and she topped it all off by
sliding on long sensuous finger into her mouth, sucking
on it and popping it out loudly. Bradley was staring
open mouthed, mostly because during the whole episode
Amyie had slid her hand further up his thigh, and Mr.
Honeywell felt a twitch in his gut, his lust for his
daughter increasing manifold. Neither of the males
noticed the other. Amyie had held both of their
attention almost as if she had both by the balls.
*** Crystal Pistol Music Hall ***
Now Amyie had to really get her father's attention.
With her last tease she was sure he would be thinking
about her, and for that matter so was Bradley, which
would come in handy later, so she needed to up the ante
a little.
She needed to make sure he knew that all she was doing
today was for him. Amyie suggested they go to the Red
Hot Country Show at the Crystal Pistol Music Hall. It
would be dark in the theater and she could do some bold
things.
The three sat down in the theater, Bradley was on one
side of Amyie and Mr. Honeywell was on the other. When
the lights went down Amyie began her show. She let her
knee brush against her father's. And then she cuddle up
to him, saying "I'm cold." He would put his arm around
her. Bradley didn't seem to care, he was watching the
show, then he began to doze off.
Amyie checked him out and realized this wasn't in her
plan but thought that it would only help her. The
threesome sat near the back and only a few guests were
near them. Amyie began to rub her dad's stomach. He
smiled and cuddled back with her. She ran her hands
under his shirt and he seemed to stiffen a little.
She continued to rub his belly under his shirt.
"Amyie," he said, "What are you doing?" She just looked
at him and smiled. In the soft light of the theater Mr.
Honeywell realized how beautiful his daughter was. For
the first time today he felt like she was more than
just a sexy little girl, she was someone he could love
if she wasn't his daughter.
He was thinking, maybe if he was her age and in her
school he would be infatuated with this beautiful girl,
her pink lips and perfectly proportioned face, her
green eyes that dazzled brilliantly in the laser lights
of the show, her slender neck and petite figure cuddled
into his own made him feel like protecting her, making
her happy. He was rudely interrupted by hand that was
now traveling below the belt line of his shorts.
"Huh? Amyie?" Mr. Honeywell shot a look over at
Bradley; he was knocked out, practically snoring in the
seat. Then he glanced down and saw a look of utter lust
crawl across the face of his daughter.
She smiled up at him and said, "Daddy, its ok, I just
wanna... it's ok." Then her hand was on his penis. She
was touching him through his underwear.
"Amyie!" He whispered harshly. "Amyie what in the
hell!" She squeezed. He groaned. He was instantly hard.
"Daddy I just want to feel it. Can I?"
"No Amyie, no you... can't... oh god it feels...
Amyie..."
"Daddy, I just want you to feel good. Haven't you
noticed that today I have been trying to get your
attention? Haven't you noticed that I have been trying
to turn you on? Don't you think I'm sexy daddy?" when
she asked if she was sexy she added a little squeeze on
his cock.
"Amyie... it's not like that, I do... think you are
sexy... you have to be, you have this guy next to
you..." Mr. Honeywell looked around to see if anyone
else could see his daughter's hand in his pants. "I
just... well, you are just... oh fuck, Amyie you are my
daughter... its not right..."
"Daddy it is so right," she had made her way under his
underwear and began to stroke his cock up and down
underneath his loose shorts. "It is so right, you are
not getting any from mom and I just love you so much I
want to be with you and make you happy. I hate mom for
what she has done, I just want to make you happy.
Wouldn't being with me make you happy?
He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. "Amyie you
have to stop..." He felt so close to cumming in his
shorts. Here his sexy young daughter had his cock in
her hands and she was stroking it, he hadn't felt
sensations like this in such a long time. He also heard
voices screaming at him to get up from his seat and
leave, to get out of the situation, but it felt so
good.
Amyie's hand barely fit around his thick shaft, she was
having trouble keeping consistent strokes on his cock
because of the shorts getting in the way. She wished
she could unbutton her father's pants and pull his
thick cock out and stroke it properly.
She imagined herself going down on him, having her lips
wrapped around his gorgeous member, dripping her saliva
all over it, licking it up and down and finally taking
all of it into her mouth, She thought about kissing it
and how it would taste and how his cum would taste,
thick and gooey, sliding down her throat.
She imagined climbing on top of his lap and sliding the
thick cock into her tight sopping wet pussy and slowly
sliding down till it filled her completely. She
imagined riding her daddy while he kissed and held her.
She wanted so badly to do all of it, to fuck her dad.
She wanted to cum with his face near hers, with his
cock inside her. She wanted it more than anything in
the world.
Mr. Honeywell finally forced Amyie's hand out of his
pants; he really wanted to go further but just couldn't
justify it. Amyie said "Daddy this whole day is for you
ok? I just want to make you happy. I am going to help
you feel the way I do if it's the last thing I do!" and
with that she sat back in her seat crossed her legs and
arms. She felt something wet on her fingers and acted
surprised saying, "Oh look daddy, pre-cum..." She then
licked it from her fingers while looking up through her
bangs at her stupefied father.
*** The Georgia Scorcher ***
Mr. Honeywell was in a state of confusion. His daughter
was hitting on him, her date was oblivious and he
couldn't hide the fact that he was really turned on by
the whole situation. While in line for the Georgia
Scorcher his daughter was flaunting her tight body. She
would pose this way and that, while she was talking to
her date, tempting him beyond temptation.
He knew with every fiber of his being that lusting
after his daughter was wrong. His thoughts were racing
and still his daughter would touch him and rub against
him. He could nothing but stand still and take it. She
was making him so turned on that he could hardly
breathe straight.
Bradley didn't care; apparently he was excited to be in
line for this new stand up roller coaster. He kept
talking excitedly with Amyie and then looking around
trying to catch a glimpse of the coaster.
Amyie tried to get a meaningful glance from her father
the whole time they spent in line. She knew she had
taken her game of teasing to a new level. By number one
almost making her dad cum in his shorts, and number two
licking his pre-cum off of her hand. She no filled
their waiting in line with various poses and glances
designed to turn on her father.
At one point she even licked her lips while he watched,
her pink tongue sliding out of her even pinker lips
wetting them and moving slowly from side to side. Her
mouth was open slightly and she knew the effect was
sexy. She even bit her lip and made her eyes large and
innocent while she ran her hand underneath her white
tank top.
Eventually she complained of being too hot and took the
tank top altogether revealing her silky smooth, tan
skin and pert young developing breasts. They were in-
between sizes right now, somewhere between an A and B
cup.
Mr. Honeywell was at his breaking point when they
finally got to the front of the line. The ride actually
has a bar that holds you in place but also some sort of
seat that is supposed to go in-between the rider's
legs. It made it uncomfortable for Mr. Honeywell. He
looked over at his bikini clad daughter and she had a
look of concentration on her face as she slid over the
"seat".
Her crotch was perfectly lined up with the "seat" and
Mr. Honeywell saw that she was slowly moving back and
forth on it. Her hips were so sexy moving back and
forth he could hardly stand it. She looked like she was
a stripper the way she moved.
Her movement seemed only apparent to Mr. Honeywell,
everyone else was getting prepared for the ride. His
eyes traveled from her hips to her chest then face and
she mouthed silently to her father, "I want to fuck
you..." Mr. Honeywell closed his eyes and made himself
ready for the roller coaster.
*** Fireworks ***
The rest of the day went by slowly for the two men.
Amyie however was always thinking of some new way to
tease her dad. Finally she figured out how she could
use Bradley to push her father over the edge.
Dusk was settling in and they needed to get to the
other side of the park to see the fireworks show. Amyie
suggested they take the sky buckets that traversed the
park. "Amyie honey that is a kiddie ride we won't all
fit on it." Said her father. "Don't worry dad," she
said. "I will sit on Bradley's lap." Amyie had it all
figured out. She would flirt with the ride attendant a
he would allow the three of them on the ride.
30 feet in the air Bradley Clark was uncomfortable. He
knew that his date was a slut but he didn't know that
she was this slutty. She was on his lap, he had a
raging hard-on, and her father was sitting directly
across from them. She would slide this way and that
making it hard for him to not just grab her and fuck
her silly. What he didn't see was the look in her eyes
as she stared over at her father while she was rubbing
her cunt against this young man's cock.
Amyie was positioned on Bradley's lap, her legs were
spread wide, and his legs were in-between hers. She had
her hands on his knees. Mr. Honeywell looked at his
daughter and all he could see was bare flesh. Her legs
were so wide he couldn't see her shorts, and her arms
covered most of her bikini top.
Her hips moved slowly on the young man's lap and she
stared from under her bangs at her father. She feigned
breathlessness and opened her mouth, she closed her
eyes and tossed her head around. To Bradley it seemed
she was looking around the park trying to distract her
dad while she rubbed herself on him.
To Mr. Honeywell it looked like his daughter was riding
this guy, fucking him reverse cow-girl position. Her
father was trying not to look but in the end he slumped
defeated against the side of the sky bucket watching
his lovely, slutty, daughter.
Bradley let out a yelp that broke the sexual tension
surprising both Amyie and Mr. Honeywell. He closed his
eyes and saw stars exploding everywhere. Amyie felt a
wetness on her ass. She had made Bradley cum.
*** Complications ***
The park had closed and the threesome had left. They
were now driving down the interstate back to the Clark
residence. It was dark and a little chilly. Amyie was
under a blanket in the back with Bradley. Mr. Honeywell
was driving but his mind wasn't on the road. He could
see the blanket in the back seat moving up and down.
His daughter was jacking off Bradley and she wanted to
make sure her father saw. He watched in the rear view
mirror as his daughter whispered in the boy's ear. He
couldn't tell what she was saying but he could tell
that Bradley was in heaven. The blanket moved fast then
slow, and finally Bradley let out a groan of pleasure.
Amyie was still stroking as he leaned his head back and
closed his eyes.
Amyie leaned forward between the seats, "Daddy, have
you thought about us today?"
"Yes sweetie you and Bradley make a cute couple" "No I
mean you and me! Have you thought more about it?"
"Uh... well"
"Daddy I can tell by looking at you all day today that
you want me. Why can't we just both give in to what we
want and see what happens?"
"Amyie, I just can't. I don't want to mess you up
mentally, there are all sorts of girls who were raped
by their daddies and their lives are completely
ruined."
"Its not rape daddy. I want you, you want me, its
consensual."
"Amyie I just can't... what if your mother finds out,
she may never speak to me, she wouldn't let me see you
again, I would get arrested!"
"I won't tell daddy, she won't find out"
"Sweetie I just... damn it... I Just can't"
Amyie leaned back in the seat still determined to bed
her father and noticed something wet on her hand.
Bradley was long gone and she softly called to her
daddy. He looked in the rear-view mirror. He saw his
daughter's tongue licking her hand. He saw a white glob
on it. She was licking up Bradley's cum. Mr. Honeywell
drove faster.
***
Mrs. Honeywell had not gotten home yet. Amyie had
cornered her dad in the kitchen and was grilling him
about their situation. She sat on the counter, leaning
forward hands between her legs, dangerously close to
her crotch. She even grinded her pussy against the
backs of her hands as she tried to convince her dad to
take her to bed and sleep with her.
"Amyie, its not right. You would be mentally scarred
for life."
She climbed down from the counter and tried to climb
into her dad's lap. He pushed her away. "Dad!" Amyie
was getting frustrated and angry and she didn't know
why, "Why will you not let me do this for you!"
"Because," he was patient, "you aren't doing this for
me. You are doing this for you, to get your own rocks
off."
"I can't believe you would say something like that!"
And then Amyie realized something deeper. Her day was
planned to get her rocks off but now that she had been
through the whole thing she felt ashamed at what she
had done, she still wanted to be with him but in a
different way "Daddy I love you, I want to be with you,
I want it all! I want the sex, the love, everything!"
"Amyie you don't want that. You just want sex. Go to
bed honey and forget that this day ever happened."
She just stared at him, tears were welling up in her
eyes. She could not believe that this was happening.
Her plans to seduce her father were perfect. And her
new emotions took over her now. She did love him, she
did want to please him, she wanted him to be happy
forever and ever. Why didn't he understand. "Daddy..."
she choked back a sob and ran from the room slamming
her bedroom door.
It was the hardest thing he had ever done. Mr.
Honeywell sat at the kitchen table depressed, defeated,
and dejected. He had just crushed the feelings of his
only daughter.
His wife walked in minutes later and she asked him how
his day was. He told her all about the fun time the
three of them had, and how cute the new boyfriend was
and how much of a gentleman he was. They ate dinner in
silence and went to bed. Mrs. Honeywell didn't ask
about where Amyie was, she just assumed she was in her
room reviewing the day with her best friend Tara.
In the dark master bedroom of the Honeywell home Mr.
Honeywell reached over to hold his wife. She grunted
slightly but eventually let him hold her. He tried
whispering nice things in her ear, and tempting her
into a kiss or two but she was "Not in the mood".
Eventually Mr. Honeywell grew tired and frustrated and
rolled over. Mrs. Honeywell fell asleep snoring. Mr.
Honeywell tired and frustrated stared at the ceiling.
*** Confusion/Resolution ***
It was midnight. Mr. Honeywell had given up on trying
to sleep and was watching TV. He was weak and tired
from the events of the day. How could all this have
happened to him? How could his daughter possibly think
it was ok to try and seduce him? Was he the crazy one?
Should he have accepted his daughter's offer?
With his wife treating him like shit didn't it make
sense to go upstairs right now and sleep with his
daughter? No, no it didn't make sense. Unless... unless
she really did love him the way she talked like she
did. But no he couldn't go upstairs and see her, be
with her, could he? Maybe he could just go up and
apologize. Yes that is what he would do. And with that
his whole life changed.
Mr. Honeywell climbed the stairs to Amyie's bedroom.
He knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer. He
tested the door, it wasn't locked, he turned the knob
and quietly entered the room. Amyie was lying face up
on the bed. Her face looked as if she had been crying
for hours even though she was sound asleep. Her upper
body was still clad in the black bikini top and her
lower half was covered in a blanket. One leg was
sticking out and resting awkwardly on the bed.
Mr. Honeywell sat on the bed of his young daughter and
began to stroke her leg. He was looking at her sweetly
as she slept. Her eyes fluttered open and when she saw
her dad sitting there she smiled. She reached down and
grabbed his hand. She pulled it towards her upper thigh
and under the covers. His hand met no clothing until he
came across the white cotton panties she was wearing.
He knew he shouldn't. He wanted to apologize, but the
feeling of her young pussy was too much and he was
speechless. He stroked it gently. She closed her eyes
and moaned.
"Daddy I really do love you, more than anything, today
I wanted to have sex with you more than anything but I
ended up."
"Shhhh, sweetie," Mr. Honeywell quieted his daughter as
he leaned down to kiss her naked thigh. He licked and
kissed and nibbled it softly. Amyie had the biggest
grin on her face, finally she was going to make her
daddy happy. She was going to be close to him, she was
going to fuck him! Mr. Honeywell kissed his way under
the covers and threw them aside.
He met with her panties and kissed her pussy through
the cotton material. She yelped at the touch and he
immediately hushed her again, "Your mom can hear us if
you get loud... try and stay quiet," he said. He let
his hands stroke her inner thighs and kissed her cunt
through her panties. She writhed on the bed in pleasure
biting the pillow to keep from making any noise. Her
small lean body couldn't stay still. He slid his finger
under the crotch of her panties and felt for the first
time how wet she was.
"Lets get these off you" he said. She stood up and
while her dad sat on the edge of the bed she slowly
lowered her panties to the floor. Her legs were
perfect. Her ass was perfect; it was all so young and
tight. Mr. Honeywell reached out and placed his hand
in-between her legs and she responded by grinding her
wet pussy into his fingers.
She felt a tingle run through her body and got chills.
He got onto his knees and she lifted a thin leg above
his shoulder and he began to French kiss his daughter's
pussy. He was eating it and she was balancing herself
while trying to grind into his face. Her whimpers of
pleasure came in breathless sweet tones. He was so
hard. He wanted her so badly.
"Daddy stop," she said breathlessly, her body was close
to the edge, "not yet, I don't want to cum yet!" and
she pulled away. He stood up this time and she helped
him out of his boxer briefs. She saw her dad's cock for
the first time it was long and thick. She was on her
knees this time and had licked the underside of his
penis. Her tongue traced the length of it and he looked
down at her as she did.
Her innocent looking face looked so sexy with a big
cock hanging in front of it. She kissed it and stroked
it covering it with her wet saliva and eventually took
all of it into her mouth. She slurped at his cock for a
few more seconds before he was about to explode. Weakly
he lay back on the bed and offered his lap to her. She
climbed up onto his lap and felt his wet cock on her
thigh. She felt safe here and sexy at the same time.
Her body wanted to touch her father's body all over.
She kissed him deeply letting her tongue snake into his
mouth with youthful exuberance. Her body was in
constant motion; she was trying to touch him
everywhere. He kissed back and fondled her breasts
through her bikini top.
He reached round and untied it exposing her tiny
breasts. He reached down and took one nipple into his
mouth. She leaned back and enjoyed her father's mouth
on her tit. He licked it and took it into his mouth
flicking it with his tongue.
She reached between her legs and squeezed his cock.
Suddenly all the loving feelings mixed with purely
lustful ones and she leaned forward and whispered into
his ear, "Daddy, I want you inside me now!" She lifted
herself up and positioned his cock below her pussy and
watched it slide down the length with no problem. She
was so wet it didn't hurt one bit. She engulfed his
erect member without the slightest hesitation.
The two looked at each other and then in a moment of
pure lust began to fuck.
She rode his cock, colliding with his thighs on every
down stroke, jolting her breasts and hair. She was so
light on his lap he thought she might break. He could
feel the smallness of her when he wrapped his hands
around her waist and hips. She had a look of lust on
her face as she stared into her daddy's eyes.
He was half smiling half moaning at the pure pleasure
he was feeling. He loved his daughter and was enjoying
every moment of this. Each downward stroke brought a
muffled yelp from Amyie's young lips. She began to
sweat.
Her hair began to curl around her face and she was
beginning to become lost in the sensations of her
father's cock deep inside her. She closed her eyes and
leaned back arching her back and riding her father's
cock. Her perfect body so tight and firm was made even
more so by her leaning back. He held onto her and met
her thrusts with his.
Mr. Honeywell flashed back to the image he had in the
park, when his daughter was bent over the bed getting
fucked from behind by Bradley. Overwhelmed by the
feelings elicited by the vision he suddenly lifted her
up and leaned her against the bed. Her ass was high in
the air making a perfect heart shape. She breathed
heavily and looked over her shoulder at her father.
He stood behind her and marveled at her glistening
young body and guided his cock toward her pussy. He
fucked her pussy and she held on. She leaned her head
down as he entered her with grunt after grunt. She
buried her face in her pillow. She could feel every
inch of him. He was filling her up stretching her with
his thick member.
She looked at him over her shoulder and whispered "Fuck
me daddy, fuck me, fill me up with your cum!" Mr.
Honeywell knew he wouldn't last long and he thought she
might not either so he flipped her over again and
climbed on top of her. He wanted to be close to her and
looking in her eyes when they came.
She felt his weight on her body. She had wanted this
for so long and now she had her manly father naked and
sweating above her. Her legs were spread wide to
accommodate his girth. He slowly guided himself into
her and began thrusting.
She could feel his whole body moving on top of her and
every time her dad pushed all the way in his pelvis
collided with her clit. She felt jolts of love and lust
coursing through her pussy. She knew she would cum soon
but wanted to make him cum at the same time. She
started talking dirty.
"Fuck your little daughter daddy, Fuck her good. Make
her cunt cum all over your cock daddy. Make me cum on
your fucking cock! Daddy your little girl is so close
to cumming I want my pussy to be filled with your cum.
I want your cock to fill my pussy with your cum, I need
it now I fucking want you to cum in me now! Fuck daddy
fucking fuck me, fuck the hell out of my cunt you son-
of-a bitch!"
Mr. Honeywell lost it. He came in his daughter's
sopping wet cunt. Amyie came too. Her body quivered and
shook and she bit her dad's arm trying to keep quiet.
The couple was breathing heavy and were wet with sweat.
Mr. Honeywell slid off his daughter and she curled up
next to him.
"Daddy I love you."
"I love you too Amyie."
The two laid in bed cuddled next to each other in a
state of confusion, love, and lust. The moment they
shared was both wonderful and scary. Lust had overtaken
them both, yet they also felt a deeper love
intermingled in their sweaty bodies.
Mr. Honeywell thought that this was what it was like to
be in love. His life would not be the same. He would
hide this episode from everyone. He couldn't share it
with anybody except Amyie. She was all he needed. He
wouldn't be able to get enough of her, all of her.
Amyie couldn't believe the day. She did such dirty and
nasty things to get her father's attention. Would he
ever forgive her for that? Would he still love her? Or
would all they have be solely sex. She wanted more, and
hoped her father did also.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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