Who's your Daddy? Part 2.

I licked my lips. The sexy little porn clip that started this entire scene had ended at this point, meaning it was time to go off script. Luckily, we were both hornier than hell and moving forward with the 'plot' wasn't going to be a problem.

I pushed my lower lip forward and shook my head back and forth, sending my pigtails around like little whips. I heaved a dramatic sigh and said, "I don't think it's working, Daddy. You made me cum really hard but my mind is still full of naughty thoughts! I mean, I take one look at the huge bulge in your pants and all I can think about is what your penis looks like...what it might feel like. And my insides still feel like I'm burning up! You need to help me! Please, Daddy!"

James ran his hand down my cheek, a loving gesture that turned lewd when he stuck his thumb into my mouth and I instinctively began sucking on it like a lollipop. I looked up into his eyes and saw them brimming with barely controlled lust. "I guess you're an even bigger slut than I thought you were, huh, baby? Just look at what you're doing to my finger. Only lewd, depraved little girls would do something like that to their father. I think we're going to need take things up a notch."

He pulled his thumb free and my heart gave an audible thumb when his hands dropped to his pants. I knew what was coming, had seen it hundreds of times before, but I still was incredibly excited to see his hard dick. Almost like I really was his daughter, seeing it for the very first time.

When his trousers hit the floor and his cock leapt free, I gasped that turned into a girlish squeal. James has always had a larger than average cock, but the thrill of playing out this little adventure must have been even greater than I thought, because the piece of meat in front of my eyes was at least half an inch longer and quite a bit thicker than normal. It was also pulsing slightly, as the blood rushing through its bulging veins moved rhythmically with the beating of his heart. It was beautiful and in that moment, I knew that I would do anything--absolutely anything--to keep this man satisfied.

A grin creased my Daddy's face, inordinately proud of the reaction he'd gotten by pulling his monster out. His shirt fell to the floor and he was standing in all his naked glory. "You wanted it, my sweet little slut," he said with a authoritative tone. " Here it is. Come suck your father's cock."

I didn't need a second invitation. I flashed to my knees, my big tits bouncing between my arms, and crawled quickly to the edge of the bed. My lips parted eagerly and I darted my head forward, encasing his engorged member in my mouth like a sword in a sheathe.

I gagged almost immediately. In his supremely aroused state, I could barely take much more than his tip before I was completely stuffed, cheeks bulging. My tongue was pressed against bottom of my mouth, it's sensitive surface reveling in the slightly salty taste of his skin and precum. I pulled back, saliva dangling from his dick tip, determined not to let all my practice at giving blowjobs in the past couple of weeks go to waste. I took a deep breath and let it out, then began to relax my jaw. Then, with a little less haste then before, took my Daddy's cock back between my lips, sliding forward until I had most of him inside.

Daddy groaned. I felt his hands wrap around the base of my pigtails. "Oh, Sarah," he moaned, again invoking our daughter's name. It made my cunt clench tight. "You're a hot little cocksucker, aren't you? Getting so much of my dick down your throat, it's impressive. Daddy's proud of you. But I think we're going to need to go a bit further if we're to get everything out of your system."

And then, holding my head in place with his strong hands, he began to fuck my face. Normally, I'd be in control the entire time I was sucking him off, but this new James, my Daddy, didn't seem content to lay back and enjoy it. He definitely wanted to take charge and my sex-addled brain cheered him on the entire way. Even when his cock barged past my gag reflex and invaded my throat, all I could think about was how happy and horny I was. And even more, **** for his semen.

"You know, Sarah" he said, grunting out each word, "this may also be an alternate solution for your schoolwork. I bet if you offer to blow your math teacher for a better grade, he'd jump at the opportunity. A sexy, teenage slut like you, willing to go down on her knees and give a fucking phenomenal blowjob? It's every teacher's dream. Hell, you do it topless, I bet he'll give you a fucking A+."

I jerked my head from his grasp, his hard-on slapping against my cheek as I pulled away. I looked up at him with doe eyes. "Daddy, I can't do that! My teacher...."

My words were cut off as he forcefully pushed his cock back into my mouth, continuing the fucking with long, delicious strokes. "Don't talk when your mouth is full with Daddy's dick, sweetie. It's not polite." One hand reached down and grabbed a hanging tit, milking it like an udder. "Like I was saying, wear a tight tank top with these puppies spilling out the top, thrust your chest out a little while you flirt a bit. And no bra. Let your nipples poke his fucking eyes out. I bet he wouldn't last very long, either. A couple of minutes with your plump lips around his cock and he'd be done...as to be expected from a juicy slut like you, right?"

"But, Daddy!" I tried to say around his thick pole but it only came out as a gargle. He'd stopped paying attention anyway. I could tell from his breathing and the way his dick was trembling on my tongue that he was getting close. I gripped the sheets tight and let my Daddy unload his spunk down my throat. I barely had time to swallow and it just kept coming, almost twice as much as normal. My hair hurt as his hands tightened, his orgasm coursing through him like an electric charge, but it was a good pain and I rode it out like a practice whore.

When he finished, he pulled out, his cock only drooping slightly. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, but I sure as fuck wasn't done with him yet.

Adopting my sexiest, baby-girl expression--well, as best I could with his jizz and my saliva dripping down my chin--I began to stroke his slick rod, urging it to stay up. "But Daddy," I start again, "I can't suck my math teacher's dick!" I let a mischievous smile cross my face and give a little giggle. "My math teacher's a woman!" I put my forefinger on my chin, diving into the stickiness found there, and tapped it as if I was thinking deeply about something. With a sly look, I finished, "But I would be willing to lick her pussy instead."

And just like that, my Daddy's cock rose to the occasion, obviously intrigued by the visual produced by that sentence. "You really are a special slut, aren't you?" His voice was filled with wonder and I nodded emphatically.

"But even special sluts need some help sometimes," I replied, never stopping as I jerked him off. I climbed to my knees and pressed my aching titties against his naked chest. "Isn't that what you're proving right now?" He growled at me, acknowledging my words. I leaned even closer, dropping my voice into a near whisper. "Well, I think I might need some help before I go and suck another girl's pussy. I was thinking about asking mom to help out. What do you think, Daddy? Will Mommy let me practice on her cunt? Let her baby girl, her slutty baby girl, crawl between her legs and suck out all her sweet juices? I think she would."

Realizations clicked into place when James heard that idea. Before, he thought I'd only been participating into this fantasy as part of his desires. Sure, I was obviously enjoying myself too, but this was primarily living out his hidden thoughts, his secret passions. After I admitted, however obliquely, that I would be down with having sapphic, incestuous sex with our daughter, he realized that my own perverted desires lined up perfectly with his own. We were kindred spirits in our perversity. And it turned him into a raging animal.

Wordlessly, we tumbled to the bed, my skirt rising to my stomach as he rolled on top of me. When he pushed inside me, it felt like his cock had grown even bigger than it had been when I was sucking on it. It was almost like a repeat of losing my virginity. My pussy was wrapped around his cock tighter than a vise, but my juices were flowing so steadily that he could fuck and fuck and fuck me like his own personal whore.

He was an animal, a beast, his hands pawing at my chest, my thighs, my back. It was like I'd opened a furnace inside James and the only way he knew how to put out the fire was to screw me harder and faster than he'd ever done in his life. For my own part, I urged him on with as many filthy coaxings and dirty words as I could come up with. I think I may have even made up a few at some point, but he was past caring.

I'd already had one small orgasm and was approaching a second when Daddy neared his own. I was lost in the heat of the moment as well and when he began panting 'Sarah, Sarah, Sarah' repeatedly as the thrust into my cunt, I couldn't hold back either.

"Fuck me, oh fuck me, Bill! Fuck Mommy!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Recognition of our son's name struck James just before his orgasm and soon he was pumping his seed deep into my twat as we both cried out our children's names. It felt so wrong...but it was also one of the strongest orgasms of my life, and I was already coming to accept the new paradigm ruling my libido.

In the end, we lay together for about ten minutes, recovering from our sexual exertions in each other's arms. Eventually, James lifted his head. "Honey, I...."

I placed a finger at his lips. I didn't want to ruin what we'd just shared by having a 'serious discussion' about what it all meant and I'd lived with my husband long enough to know that was exactly what would have happened if I'd let him continue.

"Oh, sweet, sweet, Daddy. Tired already? Because your little girl...Sarah, isn't quite finished yet." Despite everything, I felt his dick give a little twitch against my leg. I just smiled.