J T Watson

Come with me, dad!

CHAPTER ONE

Melody Johnson was already bored. She was sure that living with her father was going to be a real bore. Her father lived in a small town, so small that people made jokes about pulling the sidewalks in when it got dark. Melody was a big-city girl. And she had already learned more about life than a lot of older women.

On the ride out from the airport, her father was doing his best to make things easier on her. She appreciated that, but she couldn't help but feel some resentment toward him. It had been ten years since she'd seen him last.

The most amusing thing so far was the way he kept glancing at her. He was trying not to be obvious, but she knew where he was looking. She was very well developed for a teenager. Her father wouldn't be the first man to get the hots over the way her big, melon shaped tits filled her sweater. She also knew how to wear clothes that would cling just right to her ripened figure. Her mother had taught her that. At least her mother had taught her something before she kicked her out of the house forever.

Melody shook her head and her long auburn hair bounced wildly. It wasn't fair. She didn't want to come live with her father. It wasn't her fault if one of her mother's boyfriends found her attractive and put his hand on her ass.

It wasn't like she had encouraged it or anything.

She had never gone very far with sex. She had allowed her tits to be touched a couple of times, and she enjoyed kissing. But that was it with her. A boy would have to go to some other girl if he wanted more than that.

Of course, it might not have been that way for long. She had been noticing a sudden interest in sex inside herself. Her boyfriend, Bob, was one handsome stud, and she might have given into him before long. In fact, she was sure she would have given into him if her mother had not packed her away to live with her father.

"Would you like to get something to eat, honey?" her father asked.

"A hamburger would be nice," Melody said.

"There's a little roadside place up the block here," he said.

Rick Johnson eased the car over into the left lane so that he would be able to turn. He wished he knew something he could do to make things easier for his daughter. But somehow he had expected the same little girl and she'd grown up into a lush-looking young woman.

It had surprised him when he'd picked her up at the airport. Melody was built better than her mother had been. He took one look at her tits bouncing loose underneath her sweater and he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. He could see the outlines of her nipples.

He shook his head as be tried not to think of his daughter in a sexual sense. It made him disgusted with himself. Yet, he couldn't help barkeep glancing ova at her. She was just so beautiful with all that red hair banging down to her ass and those big tits. He could feel tenseness in his entire body.

"Here we are," Rick said.

He eased the car off the road and into the parking lot of the burger place. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. It was still early for the trade.

"Hamburger and fries?" he asked her.

"Sure," Melody answered. "That'll be fine."

Melody watched her father get out and walk into the hamburger place. She leaned back and let her headrest against the seat. It had been a long plane ride and she was tired. Of course, she knew that most of her exhaustion had to do with the fact that she just didn't want to be here.

She wondered what it was going to be like to live in a small town. Life with her mother had always had something exciting going on. It was always party time.

Melody heard the roar of a motorcycle, and she turned her head. There were three tough looking young men riding into the parking lot. They stopped beside her car, and one thick chested biker got off his bike and walked over to the car.

"Hey, honey," he said. "I'm Mike. And I ain't seen nothing as good-looking as you in a longtime."

Melody felt a shiver of apprehension in her belly and he tried to roll up the window. Mike quickly damped his steely fingers around her shoulder. His hand started moving down her front until he was cupping her tit.

Melody couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight. She had never felt so scared in her entire life.

"You're a snotty bitch," Mike said. "But I'm going to change that. I wouldn't even bother with you if you didn't have the nicest pair of tits I've ever seen!"

He started squeezing her tit until it hurt like hell. She clawed her fingernails down the inside of his arm, and he screamed and jerked his arm out of the window. She saw her father coming out of the hamburger place. She knew he'd seen everything that had happened and his face was a pale color. She was scared for him. She didn't want him mixed up with anything that could get him hurt.

Perhaps it would have been better if she'd just stayed still and let the guy play with her tit.

She was afraid to move as her father walked across the parking lot to the car. He was smiling. Suddenly he was flinging the food in the big biker's face. Mike screamed in rage and went after him.

It didn't happen the way she thought it would. Her skinny father didn't back up a step. He charged into the biker, and Mike somehow went sailing backwards. The other two bikers stepped in and they were immediately sorry. Melody had never seen anyone fight like her father. He didn't stand still, and in a few minutes all three of the bikers were down. One clutched a broken wrist. The other two were holding their stomachs and they looked as if they were in deep pain.

Rick was smiling as he walked around and got into the car. He started the car and eased it out into traffic.

"Sorry about the hamburger, honey," Rick said. "I didn't think we should wait around to order another. The cops might show up."

Melody wasn't worried about hamburgers. She wasn't even thinking about food. She was looking at her father in anew way. Damn, she had seen fights before and they had always excited her, but she had never seen anybody move like her father. He had messed those guys up as easily as a man handling children.

Melody felt something she'd never felt before. Her breathing was a little fast and her nipples were pressed tautly against the fabric of her sweater. She could feel a warm little knot in her belly. She moved closer to her father. Rick noticed her trembling, but he didn't say anything. He also noticed the way she kept staring at him and the way she licked her lips. But he was quiet.

He parked in front of the small house he owned. He helped her with her bags. She didn't like the house, but she really wasn't looking at it very hard. She was too busy looking at her father. She just hadn't noticed what a handsome man he was. He seemed to walk with the grace of an animal, and she could see muscles rippling beneath his shirt. He was a lot better looking than any of her mother's boyfriends.

She could feel a fluttery sensation in her stomach as she thought about what he'd done to those three bikers. He opened the door, and she went into his house. She was so close to him that she could smell his strong aftershave.

"Dad," she said. "I thought about it and, you know, I didn't even give you a hug at the airport. A girl should hug her father."

Melody knew she didn't want just a simple hug. She couldn't help what she was feeling. She wanted to be close to her father in a way she never had been before.

Melody moved forward suddenly and pressed her ripe, young body against his. She could feel his tenseness immediately. He responded quickly, and she could feel the hardening in his trousers. She knew he was excited by her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and let her big tits rub against his chest for a few moments. She kissed his mouth. The first kiss was gentle, but then she felt his mouth pressing down roughly on hers. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slip inside her lips.

It felt strange to kiss her own father. The kiss seemed to last a long time, then finally Rick eased her away.

"Oh, damn," Rick said. "I should have known better than this. Are you sure you know what you're doing, baby?"

"I know," she said.

He shut the door. He pulled her back against him. He mashed her body against his, and she could feel his rigid cock filling his trousers. She thought about how she had promised herself to Bob, but now Bob seemed so very far away.

"Oh, Dad," she moaned. "Something's wrong with me. I feel weak and quivery all over."

"Oh, God," Rick said. "I haven't had a little thing like you in what seems like a hundred years. God, you've got a fine, little ass on you."

His big hands moved down and cupped her asscheeks. She could feel his fingers exploring her asscheeks and probing at her asscrack. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up easily.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"To the bedroom," he answered.

Her father carried her as easily as he would have carried a small child. She knew he was going to fuck her when he got her upstairs. There wasn't going to be any of that kissing and making out that she'd been doing with the young boys. Her father was going to take what he wanted.

He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her down on the bed. He stepped back to look at her. She saw his eyes feasting on the strip of her thighs where her dress had pulled back. She didn't try to pull it back down. She enjoyed the heat of his eyes on her.

She wasn't surprised when he kneeled on the bed and his hands immediately went to her big tits. Every boy always wanted to touch her tits. Now she could feel her father stroking her tits through her sweater and making them, even bigger and harder.

"God, what a pair," he moaned. "Your mother never had a pair as nice as yours."

Melody shivered as her father peeled her sweater up over her head. His eyes feasted on her beautifully shaped tits. He was taking his time.

She couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed both his hands and pulled them up to her body.

"Play with my tits," Melody whispered. "They're so hot. I want you to play with them!"

Her father began stroking her sensitive titflesh. She could feel warm vibrations of pleasure going through her body each time her father's fingers touched her tits.

"That feels so good," she moaned. "Oh, Dad, you really know how to make me feel good!"

Boys had touched her tits before, but it had never been like this. The boys had always managed to cop a feel in the back seat of a crowded school bus, or in her living room. They had never done much more than stroke her a little bit. So she had never found out how really sensitive her tits were. Until now!

Then her father did something different. His head went lower, and she could feel his hot breath blowing against her nipple. Her pink bud was already rigid, but now she could feel it aching.

"It's been a long time, baby," he said. "A long time since I got a chance to suck on a pair like this."

She moaned. He licked her nipple, and she felt her body responding, flashes of fire coursing through her. She clamped her thighs together as she felt a shameless flood of juice wetting her panties.

"Oh, God, Dad!" she gasped. "I've never felt anything like that."

Her father swirled his tongue around her pink bud and ten gently took it into his mouth. She felt his teeth nipping at her titflesh as she felt him slowly pulling her tit into his mouth.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she moaned. "Dad, that feels good! Oh, God, that feels sb good!"

He knew what he was doing. His hungry mouth kept sucking at her tit until he had almost all of the huge globe inside his mouth. She could feel his teeth nipping at her tit. She kept clamping her thighs together, but it didn't help the ache between hey legs.

Her father pulled back. She put her hand in his hair and tried to pull him back down. But he forced his head away and went to her other tit. His mouth started sucking on her other pink nipple.

"You're making me crazy!" she told him. "Nobody's ever made me feel this way before!"

She had changed her mind about her father. She had thought he was dull and could understand why her mother had left him. Now she couldn't understand how her mother could leave a man who could give her such sweet pleasure.

Her father's mouth left her tit, and she felt his tongue moving down her belly. She felt his tongue at her navel. She had never dreamed that having a man's tongue in her navel would make her feel so sexy. Her father really knew how to use his tongue.

She didn't even struggle as she felt her father's hand undoing the zipper on her skirt. She lifted her ass off the bed as he pulled her skirt down her long legs. She spread her legs for the hand that, moved up to her creamy thighs. Just the touch of his fingertips on her thighs seemed to burn her. She could feel more of her juices soaking her panties.

"I've never been so hot," she moaned. "Oh, nobody's ever made me feel this way before."

Her father slipped his hands underneath her and gripped her asscheeks. She felt him squeezing her shapely ass cheeks until there were more vibrations of pleasure shooting through. "What a beautiful ass," he said. "God when I saw that pretty ass of yours at the airport thought I was going to blow my wad right then!"

His hands slipped underneath her panties and touched her bare ass. She felt his fingers parting her asscheeks and exploring her crack. She moaned as one of his fingers probed her tight asshole. He worked his finger inside her ass hole for a moment and then he pulled it out. It was a new feeling for her.

"Pull down my panties," she moaned. "Oh, God, I want you to play with my pussy. It's so hot!"

He put his hands on her flimsy panties and pulled them off her. She was naked, and it made her shy for a moment. She clamped her thighs back together.

"It's nothing to be scared of, baby," he told her. "I'm going to make you feel good. I wouldn't hurt you!"

His soft voice and gently probing fingers soon had her legs opened up again. She felt the tips of his fingers stroking her plump pussy lips. His fingers were so experienced. She felt him gently pushing apart the lips of her cunt with the tip of one finger. He moved the finger around inside her cunt until she could feel her pussy starting to boil. He pushed another finger into her pussy.

He started moving his two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her ass started coming off the bed, and she tried to suck his fingers deeper into her cunt. His fingers didn't hurt her. They felt good as hell. She was already wondering what his cock was going to feel like.

She felt his mouth on her belly again. His tongue moved down to the curling red hairs of her pussy. She felt him sucking a couple of her pussy hairs into his mouth. His mouth moved a little lower.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Oh, God, what are you doing? It makes me feel so funny."

"I'm going to make you feel really good, baby," her father said.

Then she understood. She felt his tongue on her pussy lips. He rubbed his tongue up and down her cunt. She moaned as she felt his tongue gently pushing into her cunt. His tongue didn't go very far. He simply moved it around the outer edge of her cunt.

"Oh Dad," she cried. "Dad, that feels so funny!"

"It's going to feel better, baby," he said.

His mouth clamped down on her pussy hard, and she suddenly felt his tongue stabbing deep into ha cunt. He started ramming his tongue in and out. She had never felt anything so deep inside her pussy before. She tried to twist out from under him, but his hands held her firm.

She felt something else. His tongue was starting a heat in her pussy and in her belly that she couldn't describe. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Her tits suddenly felt so hot and hard that she had to touch them. She moved her hands her body and began to finger her times. The fingering didn't help. She cupped them hard and began to squeeze. She could feel her rigid nipples brushing her palms. She had never been so hot.

Rick kept ramming his tongue in and out of her cunt until his daughter was wiggling all the bed. She felt a sudden jolt in her pussy, like an electric bolt. She started lifting her ass up higher on the bed, trying to suck his tongue deeper into her cunt.

"Something's happening to me," she moaned. "Oh Dad something's happening to me!"

She felt her father sucking her hard clitty between his lips. He began to chew on it, and she felt more of the flashes of fire going through her body. Suddenly it felt like her body was going to explode. She had made herself come with her fingers before, but it had never built up like this.

"Oh Dad!" she screamed. "Oh Dad, I'm coming! You're going to make me come! Oh, it feels so good! It feels so fucking good! OH GOD, DADDY!"