Daddy’s Visit

Daddy’s Visit
by Brad

Dear Rachael: Here’s a story I wrote for you. Thanks for the opportunity, and thanks for the invite! I have to admit the biggest challenge in writing this story was not stopping several times to jack off my cock…because it was hard from page 1 to the very end!

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It had been a good day at my daughter Rachael’s house, that warm summer day in late June. I felt that special accomplishment of being a husband, father, and now, granddad – which I still found hard to believe! Things had certainly gone well for my special girl, my only daughter. She was happily married to a wonderful husband, kept a good house, had a nice part-time job, and two wonderful young girls – Lily and Eva – who were now splashing around and squealing in Rachael’s new pool.

The in-ground pool was certainly nice, and was a recent addition to her home. It was set in the rear of the house and the only thing I found a bit strange was the high wooden fence around the pool. When I had asked Rachael about this earlier, she had just smiled, shrugged and said, “Oh, we just like our privacy, Dad, that’s all.”

Sure, that’s all. My sweet Rachael was grown up, but she was still also a bit of an enigma to me and her mother Marjorie. An attractive woman, she never dressed too skimpily or flashy, but there was always something going on behind her pretty brown eyes. Some sort of secret or desire that she was keeping hidden, even perhaps from her husband.

Today we enjoyed a barbecue at the pool’s edge. While Rachael’s good-looking husband played some with their girls, I took cooking duty. Like Rachael’s hubby Dave, I had on a T-shirt and a bathing suit (his shirt was a Patriots shirt, mine was Red Sox), and my wife Marjorie – now a grandmom, and no longer very much interested in sex or looking too revealing – had on a bland one-piece red bathing suit with an extra-large white T-shirt covering her.

Rachael had on a sweet black bikini and a thin wrap-around white skirt that covered her legs and bottom but also revealed a lot. Her brown hair was down around her shoulders, and as I made hot dogs and hamburgers I have to admit I couldn’t help looking at her body. Even with two girls, she was a very hot looking young woman, and I had to force myself to look away. After all, I was her dad!

After we had finished eating and when I was cleaning up was when it happened. Earlier Rachael had slipped into the house saying she had a headache from the strong sun and was going to take a nap, and while her two daughters splashed and played in the pool, my wife Marjorie was engaged in deep conversation with her son-in-law Dave.

A sharp squeal from the pool distracted me, and I spilled some barbecue sauce on my hands.

“Damn it!” I said. I cleaned up as best as I could with some paper towels, but even then my hands were still sticky.

“Hey guys,” I called out. “I’m going in to wash up.”

My wife Marjorie and son-in-law Dave glanced up and just nodded, and then I slipped through the gate and into something I couldn’t even imagine.

The interior of the house was neat and clean – a real challenge with two active and cute girls – and when I finished washing my hands was when I heard the noise.

I paused, wiping my hands dry. What was that?

A moan.

Rachael?

Damn, I wonder if something was wrong. If she wasn’t feeling well. Maybe a stomach bug or something worse.

I went out to the living room, didn’t find her, and then the moan came again, louder. The master bedroom.

I made my way to the bedroom and was going to call out her name, and God I’m so glad I didn’t, for I was shocked and stunned by what I saw.

There was my sweet daughter Rachael, mother to two wonderful little girls, and devoted wife to one of the best men I know, and there she was, on her bed…

Bikini bottom off.

White wrap discarded on the floor.

Her smooth tanned legs wide open.

Her firm breasts pulled free from the black bikini top, her nipples erect and hard.

Her head on a pillow, brown hair cascading around, her face scrunched up in pleasure, and one hand was busy squeezing each breast, pinching and tugging at each engorged nipple, and her other hand…her other hand…

Was at her…Vagina? No, I thought. Way too clinical.

My daughter’s hand was at her pussy…her slit…her cunt…

Fingering, rubbing, ramming two fingers in and out.

I had caught my daughter Rachael masturbating.

Jesus.

I thought, I should get out of here before she sees me…

But I couldn’t move. It was like I was nailed to the floor.

For one thing, there was the sheer nasty eroticism of seeing this young wife on her family bed, in the family bedroom, with knickknacks and family photos all around, and knowing this was my daughter.

My daughter!

And I was practically swooning because I could smell her pussy, smell her arousal, smell her sheer sexy power. I breathed in the scent and thought about how long it had been since I had experienced hot sex with my wife Marjorie, Rachel’s mom. Now that years had passed and she was a grandmother, she thought “those times” were pretty much past.

Not that I was dead below the waist…no, I often jacked off when Marjorie was sleeping or was busy out of the house, looking at Internet porn and making sure my browsing history was erased afterwards. It was no real substitute, but damn, it was the best I could do.

But now, I can’t believe it, but my cock was as hard as I could ever remember, thick, throbbing almost in time with each thrust of Rachael’s fingers into her sopping wet pussy. I glanced down, seeing the thick shape outlined in my bathing suit.

And God, her pussy must be sooooo wet, because it was easy to hear the slurping and squishing as her fingers went deeper and deeper into her pussy…into…

Into her cunt, I thought, even as nasty as that sounded. That’s what it was. I looked on, still entranced, still so fucking aroused, seeing my little girl finger fuck herself so viciously, twisting and pulling at her nipples, her ass lifting up and down, seeing the juices of her mom-pussy dripping down onto the bed, past her cute tight little asshole.

Rachael was moaning, louder and louder, and what I heard in the next few minutes nearly made me faint.

Rachael’s moans became louder and longer, and then became words.

Filthy words.

Nasty words.

“Fuck me…” Rachael whispered. “Daddy…I’m so horny for you…please fuck your little slut now…”

I felt like all of my blood was rushing to my engorged cock, and little snippets of memories came flooding back. Bathing Rachael as she grew older and older, trying not to look too hard at her bare slit, her round bottom, her sweet chest. Rachael sitting on my lap, sometimes grinding her crotch against my knee, her enjoying the sensation, but probably not really knowing what she was doing. But I knew, and embarrassed to say, my cock grew hard with each grind of her young puss against my knee. Rachael growing older, developing, the few times I had accidentally seen her naked with her curvy bottom, the first growth of pubic hair, her swelling breasts and nipples…and recalling the times I had jacked off (filled with guilt of course!) at that tight, perfect teen body, sometimes imagining Rachael was spying on me as I fucked her mom.

Then there was the time I saw her walking quickly out of our detached garage, and when I went in and saw that my collection of porno magazines had been disturbed. Oh, at first I thought it might have been her older brother Nick, but no, I had set little traps for her, putting my porn magazines in certain positions, and seeing them moved later. (And that had caused another series of jack-off sessions, knowing my little girl was looking at my porn collection and was rubbing her clit over it…the same porn mags I would jack off when Marjorie had cut me off for a while…fuck, that meant dad and daughter were pleasuring themselves over the same photos of naked women…)

And the few times I had walked by her bedroom with her closed door, hearing a soft moan here and there, knowing she was masturbating, and yes, the time Marjorie had said to me – with disapproval! – that, “You know, I’m almost certain Rachael is sexually active with her boyfriend.”

And my first thought had been, so what, but I had asked Marjorie, “How do you know?” and she had said primly, “Mothers always know.”

I had put on a mask of being a concerned father, but what I really thought was that I was jealous of the boy fucking my girl, and my other thought was that I hoped I might catch her getting fucked hard by her boyfriend, watching that teen cock plow into her tight little slit…catching her exposed, like now.

But this!

“Oh, Dad, please…fuck your girl hard…fuck your girl so hard…I want your Daddy cock…fuck your whore little girl…”

My mouth was dry, my hands were trembling, and although my cock was a fucking diamond-cutter, I really had to leave. I should really leave.

I stayed still.

I couldn’t move.

How could I walk away from such a taboo and forbidden sight?

Rachael’s voice went up an octave. “Daddy…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum….”

Then the house phone rang, Rachael’s eyes snapped open, and she looked right over at me.

Fuck. Caught. Like the pervert I was…

Damn it all to hell. My face was flushed, warm, and then the phone suddenly stopped ringing.

It was so quiet.

Rachael made no motion to cover up. One hand was resting on a swollen tit, and the other was softly and gently tracing her open pussy and the wet pubic hair. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t

“Rachael, I’m sorry…“ I managed to stammered out. “I…I’ll be outside.”

I turned and I couldn’t believe what I heard next:

“Dad, please, don’t leave. Stay.”

I slowly turned back, and Rachael was smiling widely at me. “It’s okay. Please. Don’t leave.”

“But…this is wrong. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Dad!” she said, voice louder. “Please…if you love me, please don’t leave. I…it’s hard to explain, but I’ve dreamt of this for years…it’s been a favorite fantasy of mine. I know it’s nasty. I know it’s dirty. But please… I’m almost done. Please stay. Please don’t go.”

I tried to swallow, just nodded, croaked out. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

“Oh, Daddy, thank you…thank you…”

She winked and smiled sexily, and then her fingers went back to work at her wet pussy. Her fingers moved faster and faster, and then were a blur, as she finger fucked her pussy harder and harder, almost violent in the pounding.

“Daddy…Daddy…you were watching…and listening, weren’t you…”

“Yes…” I whispered.

“Then you know what I was saying.”

“Yes…”

“Tell me what you heard,” Rachael said. “Please…tell me what you heard…”

This was all crazy, I thought, a summer pool party, the rest of our family a short walk outside, and now I’m watching my little girl masturbate and talk filthy, and now I was going to talk filthy right back to her, because she asked me to.

“You said…fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”

“Oh…my…God…” Rachael said. “That’s sooo hot to hear you say it. Oh, Daddy, I love you so much…I want you so much…please…come closer…please see your dirty girl play with herrself.”

It was like I had no control over my legs, and now I was right next to the bed, the scent of her sweet arousal overwhelming, seeing everything, the way her muscles were clenching, how wet her fingers were, how stiff her nipples were…how she was biting her lower lip.

“You like this Daddy, don’t you?” she moaned. “You like seeing your little girl fuck herself. You like hearing me talk nasty about the things I want you to do to me…don’t you Daddy…?”

“Rachael…”

Her fingers were moving faster, in and out of her pussy, the squishing sounds louder. “Daddy…play with yourself…it’s okay…I can see your hard cock through your bathing suit…take it out…stroke it…it’s okay…please…I so want to see your hard Daddy cock…”

A tiny logical and conservative part of me was saying, no, leave, get out of here right now, but I wasn’t going to do that. Nothing was getting me out of this bedroom, no force on earth.

“Dad…it’s okay…we’re both adults…please…oh, please….”

My bathing suit was on the floor, and Rachael gasped as I started stroking my long, thick cock, my other hand gently fondling my full balls.

“Oh, Daddy, it’s so hot…so gorgeous…so beautiful…I’ve wanted to see that hard cock for such a long time…”

My daughter’s forbidden words flashed like lightning through my brain. She’s wanted to see my cock for a long time. I shivered, thinking of all those missed opportunities over the years to expose myself to my daughter, to show her Daddy’s engorged cock, stepping out of the shower, leaving the bedroom door opened while I was changing, damn it, why hadn’t I done that? I moaned with both excitement and frustration.

Rachael stared at my exposed cock with such sheer lust and desire that I couldn’t stand it.

“Stroke it, Daddy, stroke it…cum with your nasty little girl…we can come together…please…”

It’s a taboo and incest dream coming true. I was stroking my hot and hard cock, feeling the pre-cum making my cock slicker as I jacked off, breathing ragged, legs trembling, trying to keep it slow, not wanting to cum so soon, not wanting to stop this taboo scene, but also thinking, God, suppose Marjorie and my son-in-law and my two granddaughters were to come in right now…oh God…Think of that…

And then a nasty thought came to me so quickly and so hard that I almost spurted my load. Thinking of Marjorie in here, shocked but suddenly aroused, kneeling down to take her son-in-law’s hard cock in her mouth, taking off her T-shirt, freeing her big tits so all could see them, as the two young girls, Lily and Eva – giggling and excited – stripped off their wet bathing suits and crawled on the bed to play with and suck mommy’s nipples as she sucked off granddad, turning around so her head was over the edge of the bed, letting me slowly throat fuck her…her daughters’ puffy nipples hard and their slits moist, as they suckled one more time on Mommy’s titties, as their young girl fingers finger-fucked their mommy…and my son-in-law Dave grinning widely, thrusting his cock in and out of his mother-in-law’s greedy mouth, her big tits swaying back and forth, and saying, “Lucky guys, aren’t we.”

“Yes…” I would moan, and Dave – his fingers in Marjorie’s hair, forcing her up and down on his thick young cock – would say, “Damn, Dad, your wife is one big-titted cocksucker…hope you don’t mind, I want to fuck her hard later…and go for it Dad, facefuck your daughter…she’s a hot nasty whore…and girls! Eva and Lily! You take care of Mommy and Dad and Granddad and we will take care of you later.”

Oh, fuck, how hot, how depraved, and my cock was so hard and hot I knew I was less than a minute from cumming, and Rachael won’t stop, working her mom tits, roughly finger fucking her pussy, thrilling me with every word. “Daddy…I love this…I’ve wanted this for sooo long…I’m your little slut…your little whore…your bad girl…”

“Rachael…you’re so sexy…so gorgeous…oh God, I’m gonna cum…I’m not gonna last…”

“Oh, Daddy, please cum for me! Please cum for your nasty girl!”

I felt a hard cum building, but shit…I looked around, for a towel, a tissue, or something to catch my load, because I feel like I’m going to shoot off a quart of hot sticky cum.

And Rachael…smart, sexy and capable girl, knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Daddy! Come over here, now!”

I stood closer, right next to the bed and…

Oh.

My.

God.

Rachael – my little girl, my little teenage princess, my sweet married daughter, the conservative and quiet mom to two perfect little girls, my daughter, my Rachael! – had slipped her head over, pushed my hands away, and quickly swallowed my cock nearly down to the base, on the bed she shared with her husband, in the bedroom where there were family photos around, swallowing her father’s cock with no hesitation.

Fuck!

The sheer pleasure of her hot lips, mouth and wet tongue slurping and sucking at my cock nearly made me instantly cum, and it’s been so long since her mother has sucked me that I’ve forgotten the sheer depraved pleasure of having my cock in a willing and eager mouth.

And it’s my daughter! My Rachael!

She stroked me, gently cupping my balls, and I knew I wasn’t going to last. Sweet Jesus, the slurping, swallowing, Rachael’s moans cutting right through me, and I think of Rachael as a young girl, as a teenager, in her prom dress, in bathing suits, in her wedding dress and oh God, she’s my whore, my daughter’s a whore, my daughter’s a whore and I love it, love, love it, and I’m not going to last not going to last.

“Rachael…oh God, Rachael, I’m gonna cum…please…”

My daughter pulled her mouth away just for a brief moment, looked up at me, her brown eyes shiny with lust and desire, and she said in words that nearly killed me with their twisted, kinky, incestuous lust, “Oh, Daddy, please cum in my mouth…please…I’ve dreamed of you cumming in my mouth for years.”

I can’t help myself. I thrust my cock into her mouth, surprising her, and she choked and gagged, but goes back at it and –

My orgasm nearly killed me.

Swear to God.

My toes curled, my legs cramped up, my balls churned and my cock throbbed and spurts, harder and harder, and I moan out loud and said, “Oh, Rachael…Rachael…take it…take it…oh God, please don’t stop…you filthy little girl”

Spurt, spurt, spurt…sweet Jesus, I knew I must be shooting a thick and heavy load into my daughter’s sucking mouth, but she didn’t pull away (like her mother usually did), but she swallowed, swirled her tongue around, swallowed again, jacking off my cock, jacking it off with her free hand…oh God, I’ve never had anything so nasty, so erotic, so fulfilling…and Rachael started keening around my cock, frantically rubbing at her cunt with her other hand and she was cumming too, along with her pervert Dad.

Rachael pulled her mouth away, nuzzled my softening cock, kissing it, licking the head, stroking some more to get more of my cum out, rubbing it around her mouth and cheek and she said, “Oh, Dad…that was so hot…so tasty…oh God…Dad….”

I stroked her hair and said, “Rachael…I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have done this…oh honey…”

She gave my slick cockhead one more kiss and said, “Stop that. Stop that. I loved it…I loved every second of it…Dad…please…I’m an adult…I wanted it …wanted it so bad…”

Another kiss to my softening cock. Maybe I should have felt guilty. Maybe I should have felt depraved, or dirty, or filthy…but right then, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. And I couldn’t take my eyes off my nearly naked daughter, dressed only in her bikini top, her breasts out, her nipples hard, her legs still wantonly spread wide open for me to see, her pussy with the neatly trimmed pubic hair open and wet and so inviting.

She rubbed my cock around her face and I said, “I…I should be going back.”

“Not yet,” she murmured.

“What?”

“Daddy…I want to cum again…will you help me cum again?”

“But Rachael…I…my cock…”

She kissed it again. “I love you, and I love your cock, Dad…but please…help me cum…talk to me…just talk to me…and…play with my tits…that’s all…”

“What?”

Rachael smiled and settled herself back on the bed, her head on the pillow, her hand going down to her wet and open cunt.

“Talk dirty to me Dad…here…”

She grabbed my left hand, placed it on her nearest exposed tit, and I shivered with pleasure, feeling the firm young flesh under my touch. I knew Rachael was always jealous of her mom’s big tits – and rightfully so – but I loved holding her young firm tit in my hand, squeezing it, playing with it, pinching the nipple.

“Oh…God…yes, Dad, just like that…”

I worked her tits, one after another, and soon I heard the squish-squish of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. “But Dad…talk to me. Talk dirty to me…”

“You’re a sexy girl…Rachael…so very, very sexy…”

She made a purring sound. “Daddy, I said dirty…nasty…kinky…”

My mouth was dry, knowing what I wanted to say, wondering if I could say what I now felt, what I’m thinking, what my cock is throbbing again over, and then this fog of red lust just descended upon me.

“Rachael…”

“Daddy…?”

“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Mmm, you know it Dad.”

“Are you a nasty, incest-loving little slut?”

“God, yesss….”

Her nipples are harder and are throbbing under my fingers. I looked and saw pussy juice drooling down Rachael’s slit, right down to her pretty puckered little asshole.

“Fucking little cunt, aren’t you, Rachael?”

“Yesss…”

“Daddy’s little whore.”

“Oh fuck, yes, I’m always Daddy’s little whore…Daddy’s little slut…”

I moved from one tit to the other, pulling and twisting the nipples, Rachael’s breathing got faster and harder, and she said, “Oh Dad, I’m so close…so close…”

“That’s right, you teasing little slut…cum for Daddy…Daddy wants his nasty little girl to cum…Daddy’s gonna tell Dave what a slut you are for Daddy…the next time I’m fucking Mommy, I’m going to tell her what I did to you. I’m even going to tell Lily and Eva what a nasty whore their mommy is…do you like that Rachael, do you? Letting everyone know what you a nasty slut you are?”

“Oh, Dad! Fuck! Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

Rachael arched her back, bit her lower lip, her face was red, and with my hands, I twisted and pinched each nipple, and by God, I think she had three fingers deep into her pussy, as she came and came.

And then she collapsed, practically crying. She rolled over, kissed my hands, and said, “Oh, Dad…Dad…that was so awesome…oh God…I love you so….”

I kissed the top of her head, and feeling exposed I moved quickly, sliding my bathing suit back on, and I said, “Are you okay, Rachael? For real?”

She kissed my hands again, laughed, and tugged up her suit top so her beautiful titties were covered. She swung her legs over, and in a few seconds, the bikini bottom was back on, the wrap fastened around.

I gently kissed her lips, tasting my cum on her mouth, something I never dreamt would ever happen, and then Rachael offered me the fingers to her right hand. The smell of her cunt so close was intoxicating and I licked and sucked each finger, forcing myself to memorize this sweet taste, so I would never, ever forget.

“Dad?” she asked, looking at me, gently taking her fingers away

“Yes, hon?” My legs were still trembling, my cock was semi-hard. God. It’s been such a long, long time since my cock bounced back after such a hot cum.

“We should get back to the pool.”

“We should.”

She took my right hand, brought it up to her breasts, slowly rubbed it across the taut, tanned and exposed flesh.

“I don’t feel guilty.”

“Neither do I,” I said.

“I want to do this again…can we do it again?”

I looked at her beautiful flushed face, her full lips, brown eyes.

I kissed her again. Dad to daughter. Lover to lover. Taboo to taboo.

“How could I ever say no to my little girl?”

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Rachael’s Response

Katie bar the door! The beast has been released!

Knowing me, it was no accident that I’d left the bedroom door open when I nipped upstairs for a quick wank. I knew convincing my hubby to put in a pool would bring all sorts of sexy opportunities. I was thinking more about topless sunbathing with the girls, and maybe skinny dipping with them and their friends, but it seems just being able to flaunt my body in a bikini under the furtive gaze of my Daddy was more than enough to create an urgent need for me to relieve my throbbing clit.

I didn’t expect anything to come of it, but actually being “caught” by my dad with my fingers in my pussy was exactly what I’d been dreaming of since I was a horny teenager. I think all the years of waiting and anticipating made it even better when it finally happened! I’m so happy he wasn’t disgusted with me and joined in. Masturbating in front of my father was the best orgasm I’d ever given myself. And, if that wasn’t enough, I got to swallow a big load straight from his wonderful daddy-cock! I can almost still taste his thick cum on my tongue.

He scared me a little with his dirty talk about telling everyone my secret. I hope it was only filthy talk in the passion of the moment, but part of me kind of wants him to follow through on his threats. Would my family hate me for not being the wholesome, innocent mother, wife and daughter they’d known me as for all these years? Or would they embrace this new understanding of who I really am – a slut-whore of a cunt-masturbating, incest-loving, cum-craving pervert.

Brad, I can’t thank you enough for this very vivid fantasy of what I can only dream of happening. It’s like you were inside my head! This is one deposit to my spank bank that I’ll be enjoying for some time to cum…

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7 thoughts on “Daddy’s Visit

  1. what a sexy kinky depraved story! I just love all the nasty dirty talk between Rachael and her Daddy! I hope you continue this story and get Marjorie and Dave and yes even Lily and Eva involved too! The thoughts of an all family orgy drives me crazy!!

  2. Awesome story had same situation with my step daughter wow and still gose on today

  3. A three generation family orgy is just too Hot! Brad, I just have to ask about this quote: “Rachael’s two young girls, Lily and Eva – giggling and excited – stripped off their wet bathing suits and crawled on the bed to play with and suck mommy’s nipples as she sucked off granddad”

    When you were writing this erotic story, how young were Lily & Eva in your mind? If you can’t share this here……..I understand!

  4. How do you manage to type with the left hand, when the right hand is shaking ‘IT’ so much.

  5. Brad, this story was very well written I think you captured Rachael at her best . I really enjoyed this story. And Rachael your reply was great. Stay safe and be Naughty

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