Long Haul Drive With Dad Ch 02

Comments are welcome. This is story of emotions caused by confusion. It is fictional and involves inappropriate relations between a father and naive daughter. If that's not your thing, this is not the story for you.

When I woke up the following morning, Dad was already up, and we were driving. The curtain was closed, which I found odd. Then I looked down and saw that I was still nude from the waist down. It made sense why Dad kept the curtain closed. I asked my father, "Are we getting an early jump on the road?" I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up as I went to the front of the truck to talk to my father.

As I sat down, my dad told me, "No, we are actually further behind schedule than we should be. You just slept late."

"Gee...I wonder why I slept late, Dad. What's your take on that?" I attempted to open a dialogue with my father about what we had done the night before.

I could tell my father was uncomfortable. He finally spoke, "Yeah...um...I hope you are not mad at me. We got carried away, and I feel horrible about what I did. I'm glad it didn't progress to something worse."

I could tell what we did last night ate at him. Like him, I had regrets. But how he made me feel last night was an earth-shattering experience. It made me realize how little I knew about my own body. I'll be honest: I was glad he didn't attempt to have sex with me; I agree, that would definitely have been too much. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to repeat last night's events. "Dad, what happened, happened. There's nothing we can do to change it. I guess we have to move on from it. I can move on from it if you can."

Dad glanced at me before responding. "I don't know if it's that easy. Did you enjoy what we did?"

I decided to be honest, no matter how uncomfortable it was. "Dad, I woke up the night before, and your hand was in my sweatpants. At first, I was shocked, then you woke up, saw what you were doing, and stopped. So, I knew what could have happened last night and did it anyway. What I didn't expect was you doing what you did. And...to be honest...I have never felt that good. It was amazing. I agree; we are lucky nothing else happened. But...I will always remember how you made me feel. It was amazing." I could feel my humiliation heating my body. My face felt like it was burning.

"I'm grateful we stopped there. I would have felt horrible if things went further. I am glad you aren't mad at me for taking advantage of you." I could tell that what happened disturbed him, but he wanted more information. "So, you liked it that much?"

Dad's question shook me. I thought I had already answered his question; why did he need me to repeat it? "Dad, I never knew I could feel like that. It felt like my body was on fire, and when...you know...I had my, umm...well, you know, it sent me over the edge of the cliff." I was glad that he was driving while I made my attempts to speak. There is no way I would be able to say what I was saying if he was looking at me. I wanted to know if what we did was a one-off or if he expected us to do it again. It is a difficult question to ask when it is your father. "So, what happens now?" I asked.

Again, he turned the conversation back to me. "It is up to you, Lisa. I felt like you were trying to tease me, and when I realized you didn't have panties on, my penis started thinking for me. Like I said, you are lucky it didn't progress to something more."

This was the first time he said I was lucky it didn't go further. Previously, he said we were lucky. Was that a misstep in his words, or did he change that to warn me? I started to get confused. I wanted to break the tension, so I tried making a joke. "I'm lucky? Seems to me you were the lucky one." I said as I laughed at my attempt at humor. My immediate thoughts were, why would my father accuse me of teasing him because I didn't wear panties. How would he know if I had panties on or not? "By the way, Dad, are you saying I wanted it because I didn't wear panties?"

Dad snickered at my comments. "Lisa, you should be more careful. Don't bite off more than you can chew." I could tell he was choosing his following words carefully. "What I'm saying is, you need to be more careful. Sometimes, women send mixed messages. I thought that's what you were doing. You were scantily clothed, knowing I was lonely."

"Dad, I don't need to be careful. And you don't need to be scared. I won't bite it." I started laughing hysterically while thinking, what the fuck did I just say? I couldn't believe I made a joke about biting my Dad's junk. I continued with my antagonizing. "So, if I wear cute, comfy clothes, I'm sending a message that you should take them off?"

My father had a quick comeback that I wasn't expecting. "Good to know you will return the favor next time." I couldn't believe he just made a joke about me giving him a blow job. Then he continued. "What I'm saying is men let the physical emotions take over. It would help if you were more careful. That's all."

I couldn't believe my father was furthering this conversation. His innuendo shocked me. This was a version of my father I did not know. He was quickly winning the war of words with me. I'd be lying if I said my mind wasn't going wild on what could happen. For the first time, I had thoughts of him seducing me into doing more with him. I quickly changed my thinking. There was no way I would agree to have sex with him. Nor would I give him or anyone else a blowjob. I needed to end this whole conversation. "Ok, Dad. I will be more careful. And I won't be returning the favor. I don't do that. Never have, never will. It's gross."

My father seemed ready to move on as well. "Are you hungry?" was all he asked.

For the rest of the day, we returned to being who we were before last night. We joked, and we ate, with no further inappropriate talk of sexual wants or needs. We did, however, discuss whether we would sleep in the truck or get a hotel room. My father told me that the company he was making a delivery for had a facility we could use to shower, and that was on our way. He also told me they were real bathrooms, with cleaner bathrooms than most hotels, with no time restrictions. Or we could rent a hotel room tonight. If we had access to clean bathrooms, why would we waste a hotel tonight? It made more sense to get a hotel tomorrow night. So, we agreed to stay in the truck for tonight.

I had awoken from a deep sleep as my father pulled into the company's parking lot. I looked at my clock and couldn't believe it was midnight. My father gave me a code for the bathroom while informing me we would be parked there for the night. One of the good things about these kinds of stops is we could use multiple bathrooms. We both ran through the lot to keep from freezing. The cold woke me up, and all I could think was that I wouldn't get any sleep tonight. My father was right; these bathrooms were clean and felt safe. It was so clean; I was glad I had brought my razor.

Once I was done, I exited the bathroom and could see my father had already returned to the truck. As I ran through the freezing lot, I noticed no other trucks parked there. As I jumped into the truck, I heard my father laughing. "It never gets old watching you run through the parking lot, freezing your ass off."

Rubbing my hands together to warm them up, I responded, "Shut up, Dad. It's not funny. I'm freezing."

Dad handed me his bottle of whiskey. "Here, drink up. It'll help you."

I was getting used to drinking whiskey every night after my shower. "Don't mind if I do," I said. I decided to sit up with Dad tonight and drink more than usual. I hoped it would help me sleep, like it did for my father.

My father looked like he was drinking more than he had since we started this new routine. It was now one thirty in the morning when Dad told me, "OK. We need to head off to bed. It's late, and even though we are ahead of schedule, we need to beat traffic in the morning."

"OK, Dad. I think that's a good idea." I noticed my speech was slurred when I spoke. More importantly, when I got up, I lost my balance. It was painfully apparent that I had drunk too much. I wasn't drunk, but I was really buzzed. I let out an audible, "OOOPPPSSS."

My father chuckled. "I knew I should have shut you off a while ago."

I balanced myself as I made my way to the cab. Without thinking, I lowered my sweatpants to get into bed. It didn't dawn on me that I had no panties on. Initially, I forgot to bring panties with me to the shower. At the time, I had planned to change when I got to the truck. Because I focused on drinking with my father, I had forgotten to change. I was standing in a tank top, nude from the waist down, and had to look for something to wear. The room was spinning, so I decided to sit on the edge of the bed for a minute to pull myself together. All of a sudden, Dad moved, which meant he was going to bed, too. I wasn't thinking correctly and got under the blanket dressed only in my tank top. I was hoping he wouldn't notice. I curled up, facing the wall, keeping my back to him. After last night and what he said to me this morning, I was hoping he would just fall asleep. If he thought I was sending messages by wearing just shorts with no panties, I was terrified of what kind of message he would think I was sending, being bottomless in the bed.

As was his nightly routine, I heard my father's zipper go down. Tonight, it caused more chills than it had the previous night. I was unsure if this was because of what happened last night or how compromised I was tonight. As he got in bed, my mind started doing somersaults. Was he going to try anything? What if he touched my mound and realized I had shaven all the stubble? What would he think I was trying to do to him? Then, I heard him lightly snoring. I felt both relief and a sense of dissatisfaction. I was relieved that we seemed to have moved past our previous mistake. The dissatisfaction stemmed from my what-if thoughts. Although I was happy, he was oblivious to my situation.

My mind would not cooperate with my willingness to sleep. I lay there as my father continuously moved around in this tiny bed. I stayed in my curled-up position, facing away from him. I don't know why, but I wished I could see him. My fear kept me from turning around. Finally, what I feared would happen happened. Dad pressed himself against me. He wrapped his arm around my waist as his hand hovered over my mound. My body instantly started heating up. My brain was in complete conflict with my body. My thoughts were begging my body not to get excited about this embrace. As was the case last night, my body didn't care about right or wrong.

As he had done previously, Dad pushed his groin into my backside. Unlike before, I did not push back. I was doing everything I could to keep Dad from knowing how exposed I was. Then he whispered, "You awake, Lisa?" I said nothing even though my body craved his touch. Even though he had touched me last night when he thought I was asleep, I was hoping he wouldn't put me in that situation tonight. If I got worked up, I was nervous that I would lose all control. All I would think about was how good my orgasm was yesterday. I needed to be strong.

Unlike previous nights, Dad moved his hand inside my tank top. His hand cupped my breast as he continued to grind his pelvis into my ass. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I was trying not to move, but as my body continued to heat up, my brain thought, 'He wants to go down on you again. What's the big deal? You already let him.' I felt my nipples harden from his touch as my pussy became wet. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight these feelings off.

Dad moved his hand down my sternum, tracing his fingertips until they reached my mound. Now, he knew I had nothing on from the waist down. Suddenly, I was confused. Dad did not explore my bareness. Once again, my brain was relieved while my body felt abandoned. The feeling of abandonment was replaced with fear. I felt Dad's bare dick poking at me from behind. I had feared this would happen if he realized I was nude. I am not the most experienced girl in the world, but I knew enough that his dick was searching for my pussy's entrance. I knew it was only a matter of time before he found it.

Before I could come up with something to say, I felt Dad's dick enter me. His hand gripped my hip as his cock slipped past my folds. I was completely shocked and didn't know what to do or say. My body was burning up as Dad slowly moved his dick back and forth in my pussy. As more of his dick entered me, stretching me, I let out a moan. "Oohh...Dad...You are inside of me..."

With no hesitation, my father commanded that I roll onto my stomach. Without a thought in my head, I did as he instructed. My father was now in complete control of me. I realized that there was nothing I could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. My father was behind me, lying on top of me. He felt much heavier than his thin frame implied. He felt strong and powerful to me at this moment. His knees powered my legs open as his dick slid down my ass crack, once again searching for my opening.

The tip of his dick found my opening for the second time tonight. I knew this would be unlike any experience I have had until this point in my lifetime. This time, he entered me with more eagerness. He thrust into me. He filled me to the point of distress. The pain of his initial thrust impaired my ability to think properly. "OWE! DAD!" I screamed. I expected his assault on my pussy to stop, even if it was brief. Instead, he continued to pull back and thrust his cock back into me. I felt like his goal was to cause as much damage as he could to my pussy. My moans seemed to encourage my father to thrust harder. "UGH...Dad, you're hurting me...Dad, oohh...Fuck, Dad. AAHHH...OH! Dad!"

The more dad thrust, the more my pussy was becoming acclimated with my father's cock. I felt like I withstood the initial assault, and now I wouldn't be able to stop getting fucked if I wanted to. My father was now slamming his cock into me with a passion previously unknown to me. Dad clenched my hips, commanding me, "Get on your knees." Now, I was in a doggy position as his cock continued its assault on my inexperienced pussy. I had never been fucked the way my father pounded me. Not in this position nor with the obsession he had for my sex. Out of the blue, Dad asked me, "Do you like getting fucked, Lisa?"

I couldn't believe he asked me this question at this very moment. I felt humiliated by the question, but I was caught up in the moment. "YES! DAD! I LOVE HOW YOU FUCK ME!" I could not believe how I reacted to my father's question. He was turning me into something else, into somebody else. I no longer cared about anything except this carnal gratification.

My father withdrew from me while pulling me back. I was now almost on top of him, still facing away from him. He guided me onto his lap. Because of my inexperience, I wasn't initially aware of what he wanted me to do. He guided me before telling me, "Ride me." He gripped my hips, raising them before lowing me on his erect penis. As I descended onto his dick, I could feel my body losing control. He penetrated places inside of me that I did not know existed. My hips shifted back and forth at an insane pace as my pussy engulfed every inch of Dad's cock. My moans of pleasure were almost screams. Dad started talking to me again. "Tell me how much you like getting fucked."

His words changed me. "FUCK! DAD! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR COCK!" I pulled my tank top off as my pussy unloaded on his dick. "DO YOU LOVE MY PUSSY, DAD? I'M CUMMING, DAD! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU...FUCK! DAD...Ho...AHH...MY PUSSY, DADDY! PLEASE TELL ME YOU LOVE MY PUSSY! DADDY! PLEASE!" I felt drained; I had no energy to keep riding my father. My pussy had drenched our crotches. I rolled off my father, whispering, "Dad, I'm sorry." I was physically weak, with barely enough energy to move.

Once I was on my back, Dad again pushed my thighs open with his legs. He was kneeling between my legs. He started slapping his dick on my mound. "You OK, Lisa?"

"Yes, Dad. You made me cum so hard it knocked all the energy out of me. I love you, Dad." I needed him to tell me he loved me. I was feeling emotional. The humiliation and embarrassment had returned with a vengeance. I knew I was never going to be the same after tonight. Without notice, my father inserted his dick back into my pussy. It jolted me as my hips reestablished their energy. I still needed my father to tell me he loved me. "Do you love me, Dad?" I asked as he began to thrust deeper into me.

"Yes, Lisa. I fucking love you. Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?"

"I love you so much, Dad." That was what I needed from him at that moment. I did not know why I was being so emotional. "Fuck me, Dad. Please! Fuck me!"

My father buried his cock into me as he pounded me relentlessly. I never knew how your brain could ignore pain while being stimulated. I could hear my father's breathing getting heavier as he whispered in my ear, "Where do you want me to cum?"

Until this moment, I had not thought about the fact that we were having unprotected sex. Through my grunts, I responded, "Don't cum in me, Dad. Please don't cum in me, Daddy."

My father quickly pulled out of me. Kneeling up, he started jerking on his dick. I was confused about what to do; I had never had unprotected sex before, so all of this was new to me. Instinctively, I sat up. As soon as I got close, my Dad started cumming. A stream of cum landed on my face as another landed on my tit. I sat there frozen, not knowing what to do. His cum continued to spurt on my face and tits. When he finally finished, I had cum on my face, in my hair, while the majority of it was on my tits.

I told my father, "I think I should shower." I couldn't believe I was sitting here covered in his cum. I wiped myself with my tank top as I put my sweatpants and hoodie on to take a shower. The cold, fresh air felt great this time.