The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales 1

The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales, Ch. 1
(Based on “Caught Looking at Daddy’s Porn”)
by KwikSylvia

Doug – August 9, 1996

I told Rachael I couldn’t play with her, not anymore. We’d been masturbating together for six months, but I had to stop it.

So I threw out all the porno magazines I kept hidden in the old detached garage behind the house. I was going to quit forever because, let’s face it, jerking off with your teenage daughter meant you had a problem

I had a problem all right.

Now when I was in the garage, I’d turn on the classic rock station, mess with the old Indian motorcycle that would probably never run again, and, yeah, I’d get horny, but I was going to control myself. Without the distraction of the magazines, Hustler, Club, Oui, and a few issues of Penthouse with the articles torn out, I could get some serious work done on the motorcycle. I wanted to get her running by the end of the summer.

At least then Marjorie, my wife, wouldn’t be able to hold that over my head. And if Marjorie ever found out about Rachael and I? Well, she’d divorce me in a second and I’d wind up in jail. That couldn’t happen. So I was going to man up.

When I told Rachael we had to stop our little voyeur shows, she didn’t understand. She said it was no big deal. We both masturbated, a ton, and so what if we did it together?

I mentioned jail and she said no one had to know, but I knew. Talking about this – me telling her we were done forever – only got her more excited. I could tell by the twinkle in her brown eyes beneath the soft sweep of her short chestnut hair. I didn’t look at her hips, butt, or the little curves of her breasts. But the flush in her face, her cheeks going rosy, and her innocence, kept getting me hard. No, I had to be strong.

She said she understood. She left. And I jerked off in the garage, thinking about how she liked to get on her hands and knees in front of me, reach back, and ease open her ass cheeks to give me a view of her puckered butthole and the fur-lined slit leading down to her clit she loved to rub. I remembered how I came on her asshole, and how she’d rub her cunt, over and over, coming over and over, while I watched her convulsing little twat leak juice down to her fingers. And her butthole, spasming through her orgasm. What would it feel like to be in her ass when she came? It would milk the cum out of my balls so easy. So easy.

But that wasn’t going to happen. We were done.

After the third day of my solemn oath, it got to be easier.

I was a little more annoyed by Marjorie’s nagging, and I wanted to have sex, but Marjorie was so busy with the house and everything. Long ago I’d given up on her being able to match my sex drive. She liked it a couple times of week, but never masturbated on her own.

That wasn’t my story. I beat off at least once a day. Or I had been, but now…nothing.

Until two weeks later, a Friday night, I was out in the garage, working on the Indian fuel intake system. I had the lights on, but no music. I wanted to concentrate.

Even without the magazines, the smells of the garage, the dirt, grime, and grease, made it hard for me. I had so many memories of jacking off surrounded by those smells, and now I had new ones to add: Rachael, the sweet stink of her body.

I hadn’t touched her. That was one of my rules. I came on her, but we never touched. Only, I’d leaned in close to her, to smell her ass and pussy, to drink in that perfume, so powerful, so fucking magical.

And my cum on her body, how it made the whole garage stink while she said the most filthy things imaginable.

“Come on my slutty pussy, Daddy. My asshole wants your cum. My asshole wants Daddy’s cum. I love your cum on my ass. I love it. I’m coming, Daddy. I’m smelling your cum and I’m coming.” And then her little asshole would show me her orgasm, the muscle clenching as she grunted.

My own daughter’s orgasmic grunts, I’d come to know them well.

How many times I’d gotten hard again, and jerked it again, my big load gone and my little drips hitting her thigh? Too many to count.

How many times had I been so tempted to lick her slit, tongue her from clit to asshole, and then fuck her with my mouth and make her cum on my face? Like I said, too many to count.

My hand slipped and the wrench clattered to the floor. Reminiscing, I’d gotten hard. After two weeks without jerking it, I wanted so bad to drop my pants and grab my straining cock, jack it off, thinking about my little baby girl and her slutty fucking cunt.

Marjorie was inside the house, watching The X-Files on TV, so she wouldn’t be coming out to check on me. And Rachael said she’d be home late from school. Something about a special project she had across town and she’d take the city bus home. I was a little worried about her on the bus. Damn, but she was so gorgeous, so innocent, her butt round but tight, and her little tits so luscious.

I took a rag and wiped my hands. My head swam, my breath was coming short, and my heart pounded in my ears. I needed to come and come hard.

I’d just gotten my hands clean, when I heard a knock on the door. The main garage door was shut, but we had a side door by my big red metal tool chest.

“Come in,” I said.

Rachael opened the door, wearing jeans, a white frilly blouse, and her leather coat. Right away, by the color in her cheeks, I knew she was feeling like I was. Horny as hell.

She had something in her hands, something in a plain brown wrapper.

“I brought you a present,” she said in a soft, awkward voice. “I know we said we were going to stop, but I missed the pictures. So I got this.”

She slowly slid a Club magazine out. “I found a girl you’ll like. She looks so much like Veronica up the street, you won’t believe it. She has the glasses and everything. And her…” my daughter gulped. “Her down there is big, the way you like it.”

Every bit of my resolve was going down the drain. I’d never been harder.

My precious daughter’s eyes went down to my jeans and the bulge there.

“I’ll leave you alone,” she said, starting to turn away.

“How did you get this? You’re not old enough to buy them over the counter,” I said.

Rachael smiled. “You know that convenience store east of Main Street?”

I nodded, not liking where this was going. The east side of town was off limits.

“I went there, and this young guy was working the counter. It didn’t take much convincing,” she said.

I put it all together. Her long bus ride meant she’d taken the bus over to the east side, got the porno magazine, and took it home. But that shouldn’t have taken her five hours. It was past eight. She’d gotten out of school at three.

“But you had to do some convincing?” I asked.

She nodded, her cheeks glowing red, and her eyes dropping. She couldn’t make eye contact. “It was no big deal. I showed him my…” her voice dropped. …stuff.”

My hands were visibly shaking, and my cock fought with my head over what I should say. I wanted to be mad at her, to tell her it was dangerous, and she could’ve been raped. My cock, though, wanted to hear more. “What stuff?”

“My tits,” she said. “I mean, they aren’t much to look at it, but I know five minutes after I left he was going to totally beat off to them.”

“Your breasts are gorgeous,” I said. “Your nipples are so pink and thick, and yeah, the other parts aren’t so big, but all the guys are going to come in their pants when they see how wonderful your nipples are.” I had to stop and take a breath. I couldn’t stop talking about her nipples.

“Where did you do you show him your stuff?” I asked.

“In the storeroom. It took five seconds. I told him I’d show him my tits if I could buy a magazine. He said okay.”

“So why did it take you so long to get home?” I asked.

Rachael threw a furtive look out at the flicker of the TV through the back window, thinking what I was thinking. We didn’t want Marjorie to overhear us talking about tits, nipples, young men jerking off, or forbidden porno magazines.

“Once I got it, I had to look,” she said. “So I got off the bus near the Ridgeway Greenspace and walked home through the woods.”

I sighed. “God, Rachael, on a Friday night, when it was getting dark? That’s not safe. And we won’t talk about you taking the bus to the east side, or your little storeroom activities. Come on, use your head. He could’ve hurt you.”

She dropped her chin, and I wanted to lift it, but staring into her guilty eyes might put me over the edge. I’d seen them, lids heavy, her pink mouth open, as she worked her clit into an orgasm. As I shot my white jizz across her smooth skin.

“Look,” she said. “What we had before was working. You brought in the porn, we used it. Sometimes together, and sometimes not. If you’re giving up on the magazines, that’s fine. But I like them. Okay? And I guess if we had a computer, I might find stuff on the internet or whatever, but that seems like a lot of work. It takes forever to download even one picture. I like the magazines, Dad, and I want to keep looking at them.” It took a lot for her to say all that. Even with everything we’d done, she was still a shy girl at heart.

My hand dropped to my crotch and I gave it a quick squeeze. I couldn’t help it.

“So did you look at the magazine in the Greenspace?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she said breathily. “And did more.”

“Like what?” I asked, and suddenly I wasn’t her father. I was a horny man wanting to hear about how good she’d rubbed her wet cunt.

“You know that old fort, where the kids used to play?”

“By the cottonwoods,” I said. I could picture the old gray plywood and the two-by-fours lying all around. A few carpet remnants scattered among the weeds.

“I went there,” she whispered. “I got so hot, showing the guy my tits, and then thinking about him jerking off his cock. I wondered how big it was, if he was circumcised, and how much he came. What kind of noises he made. What he smelled like. Maybe he got so hot he, you know…” again, she had trouble coming up with the words. But then finished. “Maybe he licked it off his hands…to get back to work fast.”

“Did you take off your pants in the fort?” I asked.

My daughter nodded. “I had to. I wanted to feel the air on my skin. I wanted to smell myself, as I touched my pussy, and looked at other women’s pussies, and imagined what it would be like to sniff them. To taste them. And if they liked getting fucked in the ass when they weren’t taking pictures. Especially the girl who looks like Veronica. Maybe she’s hot like us. Maybe she’s nasty like us.”

My mouth went dry. We were so alike, so horny all the time, and so on the edge. “Well,” I said with a grin, “since you went all the way there, show me my present.”

She went to the workbench and opened the Club. I noticed a smudge on some of the pages, her girl cum no doubt.

She opened it up to a spread of a brunette in schoolgirl classes, looking so innocent as she spread her pussy and ass so we could see everything. Her tits rose on her chest, close enough to her mouth she could’ve sucked them.

“Okay, Rachael,” I said. “One last time. Okay?”

“God, yes, Daddy, I can’t stand it. I’ve come three times already, but I want one with you. I want to share an orgasm with you.”

I groaned as I released my belt and unzipped. My pants dropped and then my underwear. I toed my socks off as well. I was naked from the shirt down.

Rachael twisted the buttons down and then shimmied her way out of her tight jeans. This was dangerous. Marjorie was just inside, and if she came out, Rachael wouldn’t be able to cover up in time.

She touched her pink panties, and I could see the juicy dark spot between her legs. “I’m so wet. My panties are soaked. Should I take them off?”

“You know you should,” I said.

She hooked her fingers and wiggled out of them. They fell to the jeans.

“Did you masturbate with your ass in the air?” I asked. “Did you have your ass in the air while you rubbed your cunt and looked at the porn?”

“I did,” she said. “I kept my shirt on, in case someone saw, but I was naked everywhere else. Even took off my socks so I could feel the ground.”

“Take your shirt off now,” I said. “I want to see your tits.”

“You really like my nipples, Daddy?” she asked. “I played with them while I rubbed my pussy. I stuck my hand under my bra and played with my tits.”

She shook off the leather coat and unbuttoned her shirt.

I was already stroking my cock, my pre-cum slickening my skin as my thumb went over the fleshy pink helmet, over and over. I was on a hair trigger. I had been two full weeks and my balls were heavy.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her perfect tits came into view, and she took a nipple in each hand, pinching them gently, her eyelids half shut.

“God, Daddy, this feels so good. But I want to see you naked. I want to see your hairy chest.”

I dropped my cock, reached for my edges of my t-shirt, and pulled it over my head. I’d been at the gym constantly during the past two weeks, and my pecs had tightened. A patch of hair covered my chest and my own nipples. I’d kept some of the fat off my tire around my waist, and my arms were good. I liked doing biceps and triceps.

“Doesn’t she look like Veronica?” my girl asked, pointing to the brunette in the magazine.

“Right now, all I want to look at is you,” I said. “But looking isn’t going to be enough.”

I reached down and scooped up her sodden panties. I put them to my nose. It was her pussy, her wet cunt, the cream from her three orgasms in the Greenspace. The spice of her, the musk, the saltiness, it reeked from the panties, and it was a smell I dearly loved.

Rachael’s hand dropped to her clit, and she rubbed, watching me.

My own hand went to my throbbing cock. “I’m going to come a lot,” I said. “It’s been two weeks, and I’m going to cover you with my cum.”

“Oh, please,” Rachael sobbed.

She went down to her knees in front of me, her right hand still on her clit while her left hand held onto a pink, perfect nipple.

For a single, mad second I thought she was going to take me into her mouth, but she stayed there, rubbing her cunt. Then the dirty talk. “Oh, Daddy, my pussy is so horny for you. I’ve wanted this. I wanted to do this. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. Am I sick? Am I bad?”

“We’re nasty, baby girl,” I said. “You and I, just nasty.”

“I’ve been doing nastier things, Daddy,” she said, her words punctuated with her gasping. Her hand left her tit and she reached around to her ass. “I’ve been playing with my butthole while I jill myself. I’ve wanted to show you, but you said we were done.”

I’d been so stupid. Her saying these things nearly made me pop. But I held on. Just barely.

“Show me now,” I said, my voice growing husky. I didn’t check the door, didn’t check to make sure the wife wasn’t out to check on us, or ask why Rachael was so late. No, I was beyond thought and beyond caring. Lock me up and throw away the key.

My darling daughter turned, and like that first time, spread her ass open for me. I saw the dark stain of her pucker and the wet pink lips of her cunt, opened up for me, and the pearl of her clit at the end, so big on her, such a big clit.

She wet her fingers with her spit, a sight that again almost made me come, and then reached back and slipped her index finger into her tight, twitching sphincter.

She fell forward, her pretty face turned, her short brown hair covering her eyes, as she moaned. She was rubbing herself for real this time, trying to come with her right hand on her clit and her left hand fingering her own asshole.

“Oh, I love it,” she gasped. “I love showing you this. I love that you still love me even though I’m so dirty, and I want dirty things.”

“You like fingers in your asshole?” I asked, jacking my cock, so close to busting a nut on my daughter.

“Yes, Daddy, my slutty asshole loves to get fucked.”

“Take your finger out of your butt.”

She slowly slid it out.

I couldn’t stop myself. I took my left hand, smeared it around the tip of my cock, got it all slimy with pre-cum, and I slowly pushed a finger into her butt.

She let out a muffled cry, huffing now. My index finger was in her. I’d broken my vow not to touch my daughter sexually. Another solemn vow broken. My finger was thick from my years of working on bikes and engines. My finger was in her most secretive of places. Her intimate shit hole. Her ass.

“Fuck, you’re fingering my asshole, Daddy,” Rachael wept. “Daddy fucking my asshole. Daddy in my asshole. Daddy in my asshole. I’m coming. Coming so good.”

Her fingers rubbed her straining clit and she went over the edge. I felt her asshole grip my finger, once, twice, three times, then more. I stopped jerking my cock. It was red and literally dripping on the cracked cement of the floor.

Once the spasming stopped, I ordered her in a choked voice, “Turn around, slut. Turn around. You were a bad girl today, showing your tits to strangers and playing with your cunt at the park. Turn around.”

She did, her eyes glazed over from her orgasm, her breath coming in gasps, and her face bright red. I love women. You get them going and they don’t want to stop, ever.

“Daddy is gonna come on your tits, Rachael,” I said, stroking my dick again. I raised the finger I’d used to fuck her asshole and sniffed it, smelling her ass, her pussy, and my cum all at once. “Daddy likes the way you smell. How all of you smells. And now, I’m gonna come on your tits.”

She pushed them together, an echo of what she’d done that first time when she’d posed like the models in the magazines we both enjoyed.

And seeing her upturned face, still bright from the glow of her orgasm, her expectant brown eyes, the shiny bow of her lips, and those tits, tight, upturned, pink nippled, that was enough to get me to come.

But then she said, in a low voice, “I liked your finger in my ass, Daddy. I want more of that with you. And I want you to smell them. I want my daddy to know what my ass smells like.”

That was it, I let out a yelping grunt and white jets of cum rained down over her tits, painting the nipples, sparying over her hands, and still I came, harder than I’d ever come before. A random rope caught her on the face, but she didn’t jerk back. She leaned in, went low, and opened her mouth.

My last dribble of white leaked from the head of my cock and into her open mouth.

She then sat back, on the filthy floor, against my big red tool chest, her knees smudged with dirt, and she spread her cunt. “One more, Daddy. You coming on me, you coming on my tits, in my mouth. I need one more.”

“Rub it, bitch,” I growled. “Rub that cunt and you’ll get one more.”

“I tasted it, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I tasted your cum out of your cock. So much. So good. It smells so good.”

The whole garage smelled like our sex, her cunt and ass, my cock and cum, and then she opened her mouth, winced, and she was coming again, her legs working as her fingers rubbed circles around her clit. Her other hand smeared my cum across her tits, down her belly, into the fringe of her pubic hair, and then up to her face.

She wiped the cum across her face and opened her eyes. I bent down, and she was rubbing again. That final lewd act of rubbing my sperm on her face was going to give her a third orgasm.

“Kiss me,” she begged.

And with her stinking of my cum, I kissed my sweet baby girl and she came, her breath going into my mouth, twisting her tongue into my mouth, our lips mashing together.

She was still making her grunting orgasm noises, now half whines, when I eased back to watch her. She licked her lips, hunched over until the orgasm let her go.

When she was done, I sat down beside her, both our backs resting against the cold metal of the tool chest.

“God, that was good,” she murmured. “And we touched and kissed and went really far.”

“That’s why we have to stop,” I said. “If your mother caught us—”

We both froze when he heard the back screen door bang closed. But was someone coming out? Or going in? Had Marjorie caught us and gone back inside?

We waited for her to call, or for her to come barging in, but nothing happened. No, the screen door must’ve closed when she went back inside. But what had my wife seen? Maybe nothing.

Rachael and I threw on our clothes, but watching her wiggle back into those jeans, her titties swinging across her chest, still shiny from my semen, made getting my own jeans back on all the more difficult.

Then she got her bra on, her blouse, the leather jacket, and I got my clothes on, including my socks.

I slammed the Club magazine into drawer and we took off.

Inside, Marjorie was sitting in her favorite place on the sofa, watching her X-Files, and drinking a Diet Coke.

She turned and gave us both a smile. “Well, hello there,” she said. “Rachael, so glad you’re home. I was worried. And you…”

She gave me a look full of such mystery I’d need a set of encyclopedias to try and figure it out. “You any closer to getting that Indian running?”

I shrugged. “End of summer. Right, Rachael?”

Rachael grinned. “Yeah, Dad. End of summer. I’m going to hit the shower. It’s been quite a day.”

Amen to that.

“We okay, Marjorie?” I asked, hoping for the right answer.

“You probably need a shower, too,” she said. “All that time in the garage, you get so sweaty. I can smell you from here.”

“Uh, good idea,” I said, and started up the steps.

The good news, a week went by and Marjorie was just fine, or so it seemed. I wasn’t being processed by the American legal system for incest and sexual abuse, so I counted my blessings.

The bad news, I’d broken my oath to myself, touched Rachael, and even kissed her while she came. And once you break one oath, it just keeps getting easier to break more.

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Rachael’s Response:

Oh my fucking God! This was pretty damn fantastic. The freakish amalgam of my own fantasies, someone else’s take on what could have been out in that garage, and reading it from my horny Daddy’s perspective was too sexy for me to do justice with words. Maybe the fact that I made myself cum the first time I read it, then again when I edited it will give a better indication of how much I enjoyed this.

Finding my father’s hidden porn stash was a very significant turning point for me. It was the first “hard” evidence that I had of my dad being a sexual creature. Those magazines and books meant that he masturbated, which was a huge revelation for me. Picturing my father stroking his erect cock while looking at pictures of naked ladies – the same pictures that I was fingering myself to – was incredibly arousing to me. The fact that they were hidden meant that this was something he wanted to keep secret. He didn’t want my mom to know about the filthy things he did with his penis. This further confirmed for me that masturbating was something shameful that should be done in private and kept from the people closest to you. The most embarrassing thing that could ever happen was for people to find out you were a perverted masturbator. I was a perverted masturbator, and I loved having that in common with my father.

After that simple discover, my perspective changed. I was very conscious of the fact that my father had a penis. It had been an unconsidered abstract concept before finding the dirty magazines, but now his cock was very real to me. I thought about it when he hugged me, or when I sat on his lap. I checked his crotch for signs of it whenever I could. When I saw him in the morning, I’d wonder if he’d stuck in mom’s pussy the night before, or maybe even put it in her mouth. I wondered about the size and shape of it. How his balls hung. Did his cum shoot out or just kind of ooze from his pee hole. And, of course, it was after the discovery of the porn stash that my dad began appearing as a recurring character in my masturbation fantasies. So, yeah, it was a big part of making me the secret freak that I am today.

I have the advantage of having seen a bit of what else this story has in store for us and I can promise it only gets better from here! Thanks so much for this wonderful gift KwikSylvia!

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Chapter 2 >>

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10 thoughts on “The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales 1

  1. Thank you so much for this contribution. I absolutely loved it and have cum twice reading it :-) thank you again xxx

  2. great story! So much nasty talk it got me nice and hard!!! I am sure Marjorie knows what I going on and wants to be part of the fun!!!

  3. Loved it, loved it,loved it. Like Rach said it ties in so well with her daddy fantasies and the dirty talk is great 2 cums so far and will be jerking more to it later. Really loved her repeating Daddy’s fucking my ass with his finger till she orgasmed.

  4. I was hooked by the 4th sentence. I waited until I knew I had sufficient time alone to get naked and masturbate while reading. Loved the filthy talk and desires from such a young girl. Hope there’s more to follow.

  5. As everyone else has said already, what an amazing story, and such language.
    And like everyone else, I came reading it, so successful writing all round.

    Thanks Sylvia – I’s love to know if you’ve written anything else.

  6. Thanks all for the comments. It’s gets me hot, getting paid in orgasms for my story!

    This is the only porn I’ve ever written, and it was only because Rachael inspired me so. Repeating the filthy words was from her website, from other blog posts and stories. I just tried to imitate her amazing style. This website is sooooo good.

    I hope you like the rest of the story. I only meant to write the first scene, with Doug and Rachael, but it got away from me and suddenly there were multiple chapters!

  7. I frown on Daddy/daughter relationships, but teen Rachael here is such a horny, teasing little exhibitionist, has such a nasty mouth and filthy young mind, not to mention such a hot, delicious crotch that I just have to make an exception. Just this once. Never again.

  8. Dirty Pierre, thanks for the comment. I didn’t like Daddy/Daughter stories either, for various reasons, until I read Rachael’s MY DAUGHTER’S DILDO and CAUGHT LOOKING AT DADDY’S PORN. I think coming from the point of view of the DirtyMindedMinx and of course, the reluctant father, that sealed the deal for me. I’m a big fan.

  9. Such a very hot story. You did such a good job for your first time. Looking forward to part 2. I need to clean up now.

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