Father and daughter part 2
After the ride the threesome made their way to the
restrooms. Amyie didn’t have to go and she watched as
Her dad and Bradley walked into the men’s room. She
sat down on a bench and was extremely proud of herself
so far. She whipped out her purse and called Tara.
“Tara its me Amyie!”
“Hey girl how’s your day going?”
“Awesome! I can’t believe how excited I am. I was
nervous ya know, at first but then once things started
happening I really got into it.”
“Does your dad know what is going on yet?” Tara asked.
“No I don’t think so, but I have been rubbing him in
some key places, and making sure he notices my body”
“What are you wearing?” asked Tara.
“I’m wearing those pink shorts, you know the ones that
say tasty on the back, and a white tank top. Its kind
short and really tight.”
“MMM sexy girl, ill bet you can see that luscious
tummy of yours when you walk around, I would love to
kneel down in front of you and kiss that tummy of
yours. Letting my tongue travel along that place where
your hips and tummy meet…ummm im touching myself right
now you know!” cooed Tara
“GAWD TARA! You can’t do that to me, I mean teasing my
dad like this is totally turning me on, you are
pushing me over the edge…” Amyie hung the phone up
soon after, feeling horny.
Mr. Honeywell left the bathroom first and spied his
daughter sitting on a bench across the way, she was
back with both arms up on the top of the bench arching
her back slightly, pushing her breasts upward. He
could see her stomach, firm and tan, peeking from
beneath the tank she was wearing. He legs were spread.
She was sitting like a boy. He saw that she saw him
and she put her hands on her thighs, allowing one to
drag up the inside of her thigh and brushing across
her crotch. Mr. Honeywell thought he was dreaming as
his daughter seemed to be touching herself while
looking at him. Her hand traveled up her body
momentarily catching her fingers on her t-shirt
lifting it up a bit. It end up in her hair and she
tousled her blonde mane then got up off the bench. Mr.
Honeywell was floored. Had his daughter really just
done that? He looked around to see if anyone had
noticed. Apparently no one had. Then he looked behind
him and saw Bradley. Oh, ok he thought. That was a
show for Bradley. Mr. Honeywell was relieved slightly
but getting hornier by the second.
Amyie ordered a hamburger and fries and sat down with
the boys. She ate distractedly, staring off into
space. Bradley seemed to enjoy his meal, and Mr.
Honeywell was trying to think of anything but his
daughter. Amyie was sitting close to Bradley and kept
putting her hand on his thigh. She made sure her dad
at least suspected that was what she was doing. She
was down to the last little bit of burger when some
ketchup squirted out and down her hand and wrist. She
seized the opportunity by saying “oops!” and
proceeding to run her outstretched tongue across the
small of her wrist and the back of her hand. It tasted
salty and sweet, and she topped it all off by sliding
on long sensuous finger into her mouth, sucking on it
and popping it out loudly. Bradley was staring open
mouthed, mostly because during the whole episode Amyie
had slid her hand further up his thigh, and Mr.
Honeywell felt a twitch in his gut, his lust for his
daughter increasing manifold. Neither of the males
noticed the other. Amyie had held both of their
attention almost as if she had both by the balls.
Red Hot Country
Crystal Pistol Music Hall
Now Amyie had to really get her father’s attention.
With her last tease she was sure he would be thinking
about her, and for that matter so was Bradley, which
would come in handy later, so she needed to up the
ante a little. She needed to make sure he knew that
all she was doing today was for him. Amyie suggested
they go to the Red Hot Country Show at the Crystal
Pistol Music Hall. It would be dark in the theater and
she could do some bold things.
The three sat down in the theater, Bradley was on one
side of Amyie and Mr. Honeywell was on the other. When
the lights went down Amyie began her show. She let her
knee brush against her father’s. And then she cuddle
up to him, saying “I’m cold.” He would put his arm
around her. Bradley didn’t seem to care, he was
watching the show, then he began to doze off. Amyie
checked him out and realized this wasn’t in her plan
but thought that it would only help her. The threesome
sat near the back and only a few guests were near
them. Amyie began to rub her dad’s stomach. He smiled
and cuddled back with her. She ran her hands under his
shirt and he seemed to stiffen a little.
She continued to rub his belly under his shirt.
“Amyie,” he said, “What are you doing?” She just
looked at him and smiled. In the soft light of the
theater Mr. Honeywell realized how beautiful his
daughter was. For the first time today he felt like
she was more than just a sexy little girl, she was
someone he could love if she wasn’t his daughter. He
was thinking, maybe if he was her age and in her
school he would be infatuated with this beautiful
girl, her pink lips and perfectly proportioned face,
her green eyes that dazzled brilliantly in the laser
lights of the show, her slender neck and petite figure
cuddled into his own made him feel like protecting
her, making her happy. He was rudely interrupted by
hand that was now traveling below the belt line of his
shorts. “Huh? Amyie?” Mr. Honeywell shot a look over
at Bradley, he was knocked out, practically snoring in
the seat. Then he glanced down and saw a look of utter
lust crawl across the face of his daughter.
She smiled up at him and said, “Daddy, its ok, I just
wanna…it’s ok”. Then her hand was on his penis. She
was touching him through his underwear.
“Amyie!” He whispered harshly. “Amyie what in the
hell!” She squeezed. He groaned. He was instantly
hard. “Daddy I just want to feel it. Can I?”
“No Amyie, no you…can’t…oh god it feels…Amyie….”
“Daddy, I just want you to feel good. Haven’t you
noticed that today I have been trying to get your
attention? Haven’t you noticed that I have been trying
to turn you on? Don’t you think I’m sexy daddy?” when
she asked if she was sexy she added a little squeeze
on his cock.
“Amyie…its not like that, I do….think you are
sexy….you have to be, you have this guy next to you…”
Mr. Honeywell looked around to see if anyone else
could see his daughter’s hand in his pants. “I
just…well, you are just….oh fuck, Amyie you are my
daughter….its not right….”
“Daddy it is so right..” she had made her way under
his underwear and began to stroke his cock up and down
underneath his loose shorts. “It is so right, you are
not getting any from mom and I just love you so much I
want to be with you and make you happy. I hate mom for
what she has done, I just want to make you happy.
Wouldn’t being with me make you happy.
He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. “Amyie you
have to stop…” He felt so close to cumming in his
shorts. Here his sexy young daughter had his cock in
her hands and she was stroking it, he hadn’t felt
sensations like this in such a long time. He also
heard voices screaming at him to get up from his seat
and leave, to get out of the situation…but it felt so
Amyie’s hand barely fit around his thick shaft, she
was having trouble keeping consistent strokes on his
cock because of the shorts getting in the way. She
wished she could unbutton her father’s pants and pull
his thick cock out and stroke it properly. She
imagined herself going down on him, having her lips
wrapped around his gorgeous member, dripping her
saliva all over it, licking it up and down and finally
taking all of it into her mouth, She thought about
kissing it and how it would taste and how his cum
would taste, thick and gooey, sliding down her throat.
She imagined climbing on top of his lap and sliding
the thick cock into her tight sopping wet pussy and
slowly sliding down till it filled her completely. She
imagined riding her daddy while he kissed and held
her. She wanted so badly to do all of it, to fuck her
dad. She wanted to cum with his face near hers, with
his cock inside her. She wanted it more than anything
in the world.
Mr. Honeywell finally f***ed Amyie’s hand out of his
pants, he really wanted to go further but just
couldn’t justify it. Amyie said “Daddy this whole day
is for you ok? I just want to make you happy. I am
going to help you feel the way I do if it’s the last
thing I do!” and with that she sat back in her seat
crossed her legs and arms. She felt something wet on
her fingers and acted surprised saying, “Oh look
daddy, pre-cum...” She then licked it from her fingers
while looking up through her bangs at her stupefied
The Georgia Scorcher
Mr. Honeywell was in a state of confusion. His
daughter was hitting on him, her date was oblivious
and he couldn’t hide the fact that he was really
turned on by the whole situation. While in line for
the Georgia Scorcher his daughter was flauting her
tight body. She would pose this way and that, while
she was talking to her date, tempting him beyond
temptation. He knew with every fiber of his being that
lusting after his daughter was wrong. His thoughts
were racing and still his daughter would touch him and
rub against him. He could nothing but stand still and
take it. She was making him so turned on that he could
hardly breathe straight. Bradley didn’t care,
apparently he was excited to be in line for this new
stand up roller coaster. He kept talking excitedly
with Amyie and then looking around trying to catch a
glimpse of the coaster.
Amyie tried to get a meaningful glance from her father
the whole time they spent in line. She knew she had
taken her game of teasing to a new level. By number
one almost making her dad cum in his shorts, and
number two licking his pre-cum off of her hand. She no
filled their waiting in line with various poses and
glances designed to turn on her father. At one point
she even licked her lips while he watched, her pink
tongue sliding out of her even pinker lips wetting
them and moving slowly from side to side. Her mouth
was open slightly and she knew the effect was sexy.
She even bit her lip and made her eyes large and
innocent while she ran her hand underneath her white
tank top. Eventually she complained of being too hot
and took the tank top altogether revealing her silky
smooth, tan skin and pert young developing breasts.
They were in-between sizes right now, somewhere
between an a and a b cup.
Mr. Honeywell was at his breaking point when they
finally got to the front of the line. The ride
actually has a bar that holds you in place but also
some sort of seat that is supposed to go in-between
the rider’s legs. It made it uncomfortable for Mr.
Honeywell. He looked over at his bikini clad daughter
and she had a look of concentration on her face as she
slid over the “seat”. Her crotch was perfectly lined
up with the “seat” and Mr. Honeywell saw that she was
slowly moving back and forth on it. Her hips were so
sexy moving back and forth he could hardly stand it.
She looked like she was a stripper the way she moved.
Her movement seemed only apparent to Mr. Honeywell,
everyone else was getting prepared for the ride. His
eyes traveld from her hips to her chest then face and
she mouthed silently to her father, “I want to fuck
you…” Mr. Honeywell closed his eyes and made himself
ready for the roller coaster.
The rest of the day went by slowly for the two men.
Amyie however was always thinking of some new way to
tease her dad. Finally she figured out how she could
use Bradley to push her father over the edge.
Dusk was settling in and they needed to get to the
other side of the park to see the fireworks show.
Amyie suggested they take the sky buckets that
traversed the park. “Amyie honey that is a k**die ride
we won’t all fit on it.” Said her father. “Don’t worry
dad,” she said. “I will sit on Bradley’s lap.” Amyie
had it all figured out. She would flirt with the ride
attendant a he would allow the three of them on the
30 feet in the air Bradley Clark was uncomfortable. He
knew that his date was a slut but he didn’t know that
she was this slutty. She was on his lap, he had a
raging hard-on, and her father was sitting directly
across from them. She would slide this way and that
making it hard for him to not just grab her and fuck
her silly. What he didn’t see was the look in her eyes
as she stared over at her father while she was rubbing
her cunt against this young man’s cock.
Amyie was positioned on Bradley’s lap, her legs were
spread wide, and his legs were in-between hers. She
had her hands on his knees. Mr. Honeywell looked at
his daughter and all he could see was bare flesh. Her
legs were so wide he couldn’t see her shorts, and her
arms covered most of her bikini top. Her hips moved
slowly on the young man’s lap and she stared from
under her bangs at her father. She feigned
breathlessness and opened her mouth, she closed her
eyes and tossed her head around. To Bradley it seemed
she was looking around the park trying to distract her
dad while she rubbed herself on him. To Mr. Honeywell
it looked like his daughter was riding this guy,
fucking him reverse cow-girl position. Her father was
trying not to look but in the end he slumped defeated
against the side of the sky bucket watching his
lovely, slutty, daughter.
Bradley let out a yelp that broke the sexual tension
surprising both Amyie and Mr. Honeywell. He closed his
eyes and saw stars exploding everywhere. Amyie felt a
wetness on her ass. She had made Bradley cum.