This is a fictional story of lust between a father and his college aged daughter. If this offends you, do not read any further!
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Hi, my name is Charlie, short for Charlene. I am 19 years old, with long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a decent body. I don't have giant melons, or the playboy pinup type of body, but it serves me well. My dad, on the other hand, is a total hunk. He is 37 years old, and owns a construction business, which keeps his body in prime shape. All of my girlfriends drool over him, and act like nincompoops in his presence. Sometimes it is irritating, but then again, I do the same thing when around him!
My folks had separated six months earlier, having only stayed together until I went off to college. I don't know how they thought that would make life easier on me, for their arguing and bickering at each other had made most of my teenage years' miserable. I'd much rather they had split than listen to the arguing all the time!
Anyhow, my grandmother passed away, and mom, who was busy starting her new single life, elected not to go to the funeral, saying that it would only be hypocritical of her, for they'd never gotten along- why go to her funeral?
So Daddy and I went. We chose to stay in a hotel, rather than crowd in with all of his siblings and their families, not to mention one less thing for grandpa to stress about. I liked that idea. However, there was some convention going on, and they only had one room available. We took it gratefully, lugging our bags to the elevator and down the long hall to the very end room.
The first thing I did after dumping my bag, was notice that there was only one king size bed. Great! Just lovely, there wasn't a sofa- only two smallish swivel chairs that were not big enough to push together. "It looks like we're shacking up, Dad."
Dad's face flushed, but he gave a little grin and said, "We'll just have to make the best of it, Pumpkin."
He set his back on the fold out rack, and then placed mine on the far end of the long counter to the sink. He called out that we were due for dinner at some restaurant in an hour- did I want to shower first?
"No Dad, you go ahead. I'm going to unpack and get my stuff straight. We're going to be here two weeks, might as well get organized.
He came up to me, and put his arms around me. "How did I get blessed with such a sensible daughter?"
He kissed my forehead, and hugged me. I hugged him back tight, our bodies molding together tightly. His hands roamed my back gently, and for some reason, I groaned. His hands stilled, and mine rubbed along his back, feeling the strong muscles that only years of hard physical labor can achieve. Slowly, his hands began caressing my back again, but this time they went lower- almost cupping my ass.
I was slightly confused. What exactly were we doing? I realized at that moment, that my pussy was beginning to dampen, and if I was not mistaken, my fathers cock was hardening! I pulled back slightly, looking up at my dad.
"Dad?" I whispered. Our midsections fused together even tighter, and it became very clear that my dads cock was indeed rock hard!
"Sorry baby. That hug just felt good." He pulled away, and I could see a huge bulge in his slacks. Then I was alone. I stood there for a moment, until I noticed that the bathroom door was ajar. I moved closer, and I could see my dad stripping his clothes off. The water was warming up, and the small room beginning to steam. With the door ajar, the steam was able to escape, and I had a clear view of Dad in the mirror. Off came the shirt, and what a gorgeous chest he has! I'd seen it millions of times, but now I was looking at his chest as a woman does a man. It was hairy, but not too hairy, with a fuzzy line leading down to his belly button. I watched, mesmerized while his strong hands undid the button, then the zipper of his slacks.
His cock flopped out, and I about swooned. It was perfect! I'd say it was a respectable 7 inches- perhaps 7 ½. It was the girth that had me creaming in my panties. His cock was enormously thick! My boyfriend had a thick cock, but nothing compared to my daddy! I ached to have it inside me, and I knew then and there, that sometime in the next two weeks, I would!
Daddy set out his shaving gear, and began to shave his face. I watched as the razor scraped across his cheek, and over his chin. He made quick work of it, and when he was done, he squirted a handful of cream in his palm. I was curious now. I'd never seen anyone get more cream when done with their shaving. I didn't have to be curious long.
Dads hand traveled down to his cock, and began smearing the cream all over his raging hard on. At first I thought he was going to shave his nether regions, but it soon became evident, that he was using the shaving cream as lube to stroke his cock!
I felt a bubble of girlie juice escape my pussy lips at the sight of my dad jacking off. My hand began caressing my sensitive lips through the thin shorts I was wearing. Slowly teasing in circles, I watched my dads' fist pump his cock in long, slow strokes. He worked it from the base to head, giving a twist, then back down.
