This story ties in with "Best Friend's Brother" but is written as a stand-alone story so don't worry which way round you read them. I am very keen to improve as a writer and would appreciate any constructive criticism you have to offer.
Honeysuckle Jones (Honey to her friends) was masturbating furiously as she watched her fathers dick slide in and out of the girls pussy. The young blonde fuck-toy, a girl Honey recognised from her class, was moaning furiously as her father squeezed the girls silicon-enhanced titties. Honey had been to her eighteenth birthday party last year. A discarded cheerleaders uniform lay on the floor of the bedroom.
She knew she shouldn't be watching, this was her father after all, but she couldn't take her eyes off him. He looked so masterful as he fucked her. His dick was so much bigger than her boyfriends and thicker too. To her alarm she found herself imagining it was her cunt he was fucking but she carried on masturbating. With her free hand she reached up and squeezed one of her full, heavy breasts. She could sense her father was getting close now and began to finger herself all the more vigorously. Honey bit her lip as she orgasmed almost simultaneously with her father.
Quickly coming to her senses Honey smoothed down her dress, slipped downstairs and crept out the silently-swinging back door. Giving them enough time to recover Honey re-entered the house through the front door, making a point to slam it shut. She giggled to herself as she heard desperate shuffling noises upstairs. A slightly dishevelled but otherwise descent pair appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Thanks for your donation Mr Jones. We'll soon have enough money for our new uniforms. Oh, Hi Honey. Love to stay and chat but I have a lot more houses to visit"
I'll bet you do, Honey thought!
"What are you doing home Honeysuckle? I thought you had a doctors appointment?"
"It got cancelled."
"That's cool. You want some lunch?"
"Sure daddy."
There was a notable tone of relief in her fathers voice. He obviously thought he had finished in the nick of time. Instead he had planted an image in his not-so-innocent daughters head that would fester there for the rest of the day. Every time she looked at him she saw him naked, pounding that tight blonde pussy.
She lived with her mother and saw her father one weekend a month. She had to admit he was good looking for a man in his mid-forties. His rich brown hair had kept its colour and thickness through the years. She knew he worked out so his body had kept in shape. Above all she kept coming back to the sheer size of that cock! By the time she settled down in bed she had decided that she had to have him. With that sorted in her mind she fingered herself to sleep thinking about his big, meaty dick.
She rose late in the morning and moved across to the dressing table. She paid special attention to her appearance today. If she was going to seduce her father then she really ought to look her best. She brushed her short bob of hair which was, appropriately enough, honey-blonde. She had a cute face with a button nose, little brown eyes and naturally rosy cheeks. She was a good head shorter than most of her friends. Her boobs were a good D-cup which suited her well and her butt was tight and irresistibly squeezable.
She pulled on her favourite pink mini-dress. She decided on reflection to forgo her bra and panties. Her firm, perky boobs filled the dress nicely. She applied a good amount of make-up but not to much. She didn't want to give the game away too early. She took a deep breath, took one last confidence-boosting look in the mirror and headed downstairs.
"Morning daddy"
Her father was still in his pyjamas having also risen late. He was sat on the sofa with a log-fire to drive away the winter chill. She wandered over to him and took a deep breath. No time like the present.
"Can I sit with you daddy?"
"Of course you can Honeysuckle"
Honey slid onto her fathers lap, making an exaggerated effort to get comfortable as she rubbed her little ass into her fathers laps. She could hear his breathing getting fast she she cuddled up to him, her breast pressing into his chest. Wrapping her arms around him she looked into his eyes and smiled. Thanks to the thin fabric of his pyjama bottoms the erection pressing into her told her all she needed to know.
"How you feeling daddy?"
"G...good."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course you can?"
"Why is you dick getting hard?"
"Er...well the thing is, when a man loves a woman..."
"Daddy I'm nineteen! I know all about the birds and the bees. What I want to know is why YOUR dick is getting hard?"
Honey wiggled her ass in her daddy's lap as she spoke. His face had gone bright red and his breathing had got very short.
"Well your a young woman now...oh god...a very beautiful young woman and..."
"And you want to have sex with me?"
"Er...well you see a guys penis can have a mind of his own..."
