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Twirling her long brown hair with one hand, eighteen year old Amanda Robles stood pensive in the doorway that led to the garage-converted-into-a-workshop-and-rec-room. She’d gone into the room to get her clothes from the dryer, where they’d been laying since she’d left for school that morning, and to her surprise, had discovered the form of her father, spread all over the old, brown and tan striped couch and snoring drunkenly like some hibernating bear. She might have gone through with her errand, but as she quietly made her way towards the appliance, the sunlight that had entered into the otherwise dark room behind her fell upon the portion of the couch where her dad’s legs drooped and draped, splayed open like some deliciously crooked wishbone.

He’d gone to his alcohol-induced slumber wearing his baggy gray shorts, and now, with both legs stretching off in different directions, the fabric had ridden up high on the oblivious man’s thighs, revealing a formidable and half-erect specimen of the male genitalia. It was big, she thought to herself, no, more than big, it was huge, so huge she’d almost bitten through her bottom lip as she thought furiously about what she was going to do next. Of course, walking out had been the first and most logical choice, because after all, who wants to see their forty year old father drunk and half naked? And in fact, Amanda had taken a couple of steps backwards and towards the curtain covered glass sliding doors, and might have walked away except for a couple of other extenuating factors that were now coming into play.

First off, since Amanda figured she was the only one in the house, she’d gone ahead and taken a couple of beers from the fridge. The buzz from the alcohol was just starting to kick in, and that was strong enough to override her common sense and allow her to gaze at the monster meat that seemed to be staring back at her. Secondly, since her druggy boyfriend had been arrested again, and had been locked up for over a week and a half now, Amanda was feeling even hornier than usual.

So there she stood, nearly bolting when her father unconsciously adjusted himself and dropped his snoring volume from registering on the Richter scale to much softer exhalations. The half a dozen empty beers cans lying on the floor confirmed that he’d be out for hours, as usual, and with a mischievous look in her eyes, the wicked teen dared take a few steps closer to investigate further.

Pablo Robles was still a handsome man, she thought to herself. His darkly tanned skin and thick arms extended randomly from the flimsy gray tank top, and as she quietly approached his prone form, she found herself admiring his muscular chest as well. The man’s stomach could have been just a little bit flatter, she mused, but it wasn’t quite a beer belly either. She shifted her gaze towards his legs, allowing her eyes to take in his toned calves and strong thighs, noting how the hair ascended from soft curls into the thick vines around his groin. Taking a deep breath, she boldly rested her eyes on his fat penis, estimating it to be as thick as her wrist and wondering just how big it would get when fully aroused. As she stared at the fat knob, she thought of a long bottle of shampoo, over seven inches around and eight plus inches high. A soft moan escaped teen’s lips, and the more she looked at it, the more excited she became.

Her father shifted slightly in his sleep, causing Amanda to freeze with tension. As he relaxed, however, she heard his heavy voice muttering and droning on. She could only make out a few words, something about her sister-in-law Carmela, and about her dad doing a tune up on Carmela’s stupid SUV. Or had that been a tune up on Carmela herself? He was fantasizing about her, Amanda guessed, and why not? He hadn’t been getting any action lately, not with him and her mom arguing every other day, and Carmela was decent, if you’re into the short and slim athletic type.

But that girl had nothing on her, Amanda smiled smugly. Whereas Carmela was short and dark skinned, Amanda was a tall five foot six and her skin tone was soft and sensuous. Both her and Carmela shared lean waists, but while Carmela’s ass was small and tight, Amanda’s was thick and meaty, or juicy, as the guys called it. And as far as boobs went, forget about it. Carmela’s B cups were nothing compared with her perky and deliciously round D thirty sixes. Yup, she was fine and she knew it.

A girl like her should be able to have any guy she wanted, she lamented, recalling her insanely jealous and violent boyfriend. The boys at the high school, the teachers, nearly every male she came across couldn’t help but gawk at her perfect hourglass figure, but ogling and drooling was as far as they’d get. If they tried anything past that, she knew, her boyfriend would somehow find out and give them the pounding of their lives. Even locked up in juvenile hall, he was still a menace.

But not here, she thought, gazing at the thick cock resting against her father’s thigh. With him nearly in hibernation from drinking so much beer, there wasn’t much possibility of Amanda being caught, at least not by him. Glancing back towards the large sliding door, she knew somebody might come home at any moment, but since dinner time was still a couple of hours away, she figured the chances of that happening were pretty slim.

She could stand here and stare to her heart’s content, Amanda mused, and if she wanted to, she could do even more than that. The racy thoughts began to excite her, and with some trepidation, she boldly took a few steps towards the couch. She could touch it, if she wanted to, and the slumbering man would never even know it.

Cautiously, the anxious teen dropped down onto her knees, reducing the distance between herself and the monster cock to only a few inches. Her head loomed even closer, and as she started wondering how her mother could handle such a big dick, her nose caught the musty, albeit pleasant smell of his manhood. Slowly, Amanda brought her hand up to the man’s thigh, gently tracing the soft cloth of his shorts with two of her fingertips, all the while gazing into her father’s face for any hint of him waking up. When nothing happened, she dared slide her fingers past the fabric and into his groin, feeling past the long and wiry pubic hairs and onto the fat base of the man’s penis. It was soft and silky, she sensed, tracing one prominent vein from one end to nearly the other, then bringing her hand back before she reached the thick head, which she knew to be much more sensitive than the rest.

As her breaths become shorter and quicker, Amanda carefully wrapped her fingers around the cock, realizing it felt a lot like her boyfriend’s, stiff yet spongy, but also gauging that it had to be well over twice as thick. It was warm to the touch, too, and as she ran her loose grip across its considerable length, she again wondered just how big the thing could get. There was only one way to find out, she contemplated.

Lifting the long shaft with her left hand, she managed to position her right hand underneath it and pull it up and away from where it lay dormant. It was awesome, she thought to herself, finding that even with both of her small hands gripping it, there was still a good portion left over. The head was nearly as thick as the rest, and again, she found herself wondering how her mother could allow herself to be impaled by such a monster.

Feeling even more daring, Amanda began caressing the beast with her fingers. She tightened her grip, picking up a gentle rhythm, pausing every time the cock throbbed to make sure her dad’s breathing remained constant. She could jack him off right then and there, she mused, and he would never know it. He’d just wake up with cum all over himself and wonder what the hell had happened, and probably blame it on that dream of Carmela he was having.

As she gradually increased the tempo, she suddenly heard her dad cough and let go, quietly dropping on the floor beside the couch. For a few moments, she lay completely still, listening to the soft rustling sounds his body made as he readjusted himself. One leg ended up raised and over the top of the couch, while the other scrambled in the opposite direction and planted itself on the cool floor. His cock swung around wordlessly, still completely on display, softly bouncing about until it stood prominently on its own.

Intent on finishing what she started, Amanda crept closer, dismayed to find that from the man’s new position, with his legs spread all over the place, she’d have to lean forward and stretch her arms over his leg just to reach the big dick. It would be too awkward, she concluded, deciding that she would have to reposition herself if she wanted to continue. For a moment, she almost didn’t go through with it, because the only place she could go was on the couch itself, and risk having its loud creaks and squeaks wake her father up.

She could get away with it, she resolved, quietly standing and tip-toeing towards the end of the couch. There was just enough room for the teen to squeeze in, prompting her to stretch one long leg onto the cushions. As she gradually placed more weight on it, the cushions sagged and deliberately cried out in protest. Amanda was persistent, however, and as soon as the creaks subsided, she brought her other leg in, and amidst a short series of springy squeaks, situated herself on her lower legs and leaned forward. With her dad’s legs taking up most of the good support spots, Amanda had no choice but to place her palms between the man’s thighs to maintain her balance, and as the cushions sunk with their combined weights, she felt her upper body teeter forward towards the exposed groin.

The teen held her breath until she stopped tilting over, realizing just how close she’d come to falling face first onto the erect penis. As it was, she found herself nearly grazing it with her chin, her neck straining upwards and away, while her arms desperately shifted her weight around to maintain her precarious balance.

Slowly, she released a long gasp of air, and as she lowered her sight, she was overwhelmed with awe at the size of the engorged member. The girls at the high school were always bragging about the size of their boyfriend’s cocks, she recalled, but none of them had ever stumbled across anything even remotely like her dad’s. She’d be the envy of all of them, she knew, just for seeing such a monster. But just looking at it wasn’t enough, since her friends would simply claim she’d made it up.

She had to jack it off, she resolved, but since her arms were occupied with keeping her upright, there was only one other alternative left. Amanda took a few seconds to consider what was running through her mind; it was risky, twisted and downright perverted, but she didn’t have to tell anyone that it was her own father she was giving a blowjob to. She could claim the monster dick belonged to the mailman, for starters, and embellish the story from there.

Tentatively, Amanda opened her mouth and stretched out her slippery tongue. She gently reached under the fat head and pushed it forward, drawing back just enough to watch the cock quiver slightly. There was just no way she could put that big thing in her mouth, she hesitated, making sure the sleeping man’s breathing was still regular. The teen tried again, this time holding the piece of meat in place with her tongue, while cautiously drawing her lips around it. It felt like trying to swallow a small apple, she compared, feeling the drool slide from her mouth and onto the fat rod. Her mouth closed around it, taking in the entire head and about an inch past, but that was all she could fit. She’d have to hurry, she thought, since there was no way to tell just how her slumbering father would react if he happened to wake while she was trying to blow him off.

Awkwardly, Amanda began bobbing down, trying to pick up the rhythm that usually brought her boyfriend to a quick climax. It wasn’t easy, she was finding, since she didn’t have much breathing room, plus she was in constant worry about falling over from the shifty couch. Nevertheless, she kept it up, frequently jabbing herself on the roof of her mouth, or grinding the manflesh against her teeth.

Laying still and apparently dormant on the couch, Pablo Robles awoke in a state of confusion. At first, he figured his wife was trying to get back in his good graces by giving him a quickie blow job, but the awkward grunts and sharp jolts of pain he kept feeling revealed that he was being serviced by an amateur. Whoever it was, definitely was not his wife.

He’d been clearing off the couch earlier, Pablo remembered, and had dropped all of last week’s trash and empty beer cans on the floor beside it. Feeling a little more fatigued than usual, Pablo had decided to take a quick nap before bringing out some fresh beer and starting his customary happy hour. His daughter-in-law had probably driven by, he guessed, probably looking for some free mechanic work, and seeing him all sprawled out on the couch, he surmised that she’d taken the more provocative approach to waking him up. Although he would have liked nothing more than to allow the young woman to finish her explicit task, he knew that the constant grating of her teeth, along with the random jerks from the woman’s gag reflex, would quickly ruin his erection. “I knew you’d come back, Carmela.” He said, grabbing the young woman by the shoulders and gently pulling her up and towards himself.

Startled, Amanda went rigid and more or less allowed herself to be pulled away from between the man’s legs. Thoughts of how much trouble she was in, and of how long she would be grounded flashed through her mind, and she figured that if she did anything, it would be to keep her mouth shut and avoid getting herself in even deeper turmoil.

“You remember that night in the park?” Pablo asked, shifting his legs and drawing her into a sitting position on his waist. The man began gently rubbing the length of her arms with his strong hands. “I remember that night and all the fun we had together.”

How could he not recognize her? Amanda asked herself, daring a quick look towards the sliding door and calculating how long it would take her to run outside and hide somewhere. The shadows had moved, she noticed, and were now covering the entire couch and most of the floor. From her father’s position, there was no way he could see her face.

“I was hoping you’d come back sooner.” Pablo continued. “And as you can already tell, I’m very happy to see you.”

Amanda didn’t know which was worse, to be caught blowing her father, or to have the man unknowingly flirt with her. He seemed to be waiting for some response, but if she said anything, she would give herself away. Instead, she responded in the way she figured Carmela might, by softly caressing his muscular chest through his tank top.

“Come here, baby.” Pablo said, pulling her closer. He brought her face in close to his, and planted a few soft kisses on her lips. Then, the older man gave her a real kiss, long and passionate, then trailing with softer pecks across her cheek and down the side of her neck. “I’ve really missed you.”

Hapless and disconcerted, Amanda went along with the amorous attention, albeit stiffly. She was still working on a plan of escape, when her father’s lips returned to hers. This was her dad, for Pete’s sake!

“Come on girl, relax.” Pablo consoled her. “We’ve still got some time before anyone comes home. Just go with the flow.”

Easier said than done, Amanda told herself. Another thought came to mind, and that was what her girlfriends would do if they’d found themselves sitting on her father’s lap, with his bulging hard-on rubbing on the backs of their thighs. The gossipy teens would go all the way with him, she surmised, since they were always talking about how good looking the man was. More devilish thoughts began to flitter across Amanda’s mind, and this time, the teenager didn’t brush them away. She was already deeply aroused, she knew, and it wouldn’t take much more to bring her to a massive climax.

Going against her shaky common sense, Amanda gave in to her desire and dropped her head beside her father’s, returning soft kisses along his cheek and neck.

“That’s more like it.” The older man whispered, reaching back and softly rubbing the teen’s back.

Amanda’s mouth found her dad’s earlobe, and her tongue instantly slid out to probe and slither through its many crevices, resulting in a prolonged and sensual groan. Even as the man’s needy fingers clasped around her raised ass, her tongue darted in and out of his ear with increasing frenzy, making his body squirm with pleasure. Pablo’s thick fingers made their way around the thin fabric of her shorts, finding and circumventing the soft elastic of her panties, and as Amanda braced her upper body against his, she felt his long index finger circle its way across her inner thighs and swirl around the swollen folds of her pussy. It was her turn to gasp, as the finger playfully cut around her clit, then across, and finally, reached in and penetrated her insides.

Pablo pulled his moaning daughter further up on his waist, pistoning his finger in and out and dragging her full breasts across his face. Through the cloth of her shirt, his mouth nuzzled and grasped, alternating between the pair, ensuing a short game of back and forth as his lips struggled to find her budding nipples. Abruptly, Amanda sat up, bucking back repeatedly into the finger still impaled inside her cunt, and pausing only long enough to slip her thin blouse over her head and unclasp her bra. Both items went on the floor beside the couch, and as soon as they hit the floor, Pablo’s hands grabbed at her big ass, before starting an upward journey past her waist on their way to her freshly freed tits.

His fingers ran along the side of her bare skin until they reached her nipples, which he squeezed and groped and pulled, and Amanda found herself shuddering from the rough caresses. Then, Pablo’s strong hands pulled her down by the shoulders, and his mouth took over, his playful tongue probing around one erect nipple, then leaving a slimy trail as it slid over into the valley between her full breasts.

“Ooohhhh!” She groaned, leaning closer, as the tongue continued to slip across on its way to her other breast.

Pablo, nearly absorbed in pleasure, started sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh that had draped itself over his face, and for the first time, started to realize that it couldn’t possibly be Carmela that was straddling him. It didn’t sound like her, and the boobs, they were way too big, and his mind raced for a few moments until they focused on a familiar face. It belong to a neighbor, one of the women that lived in the apartments across the street, an annoying lady that always came over to ask for sugar or salt or cash at odd hours of the night. She wasn’t bad looking, he recalled, and she was always wearing revealing blouses when she walked over, and wasn’t she giving him the once over every time she laid eyes on him. What was her name, Terry, Theresa?

That explained her silence, the man thought, his mouth still working on her right breast. And he’d thought it had been Carmela all this time! The horny neighbor must have come over wanting to borrow something, heard him snoring in the rec room, and made herself at home once she’d seen his fat pecker sticking out of his shorts.

Pablo felt her long hair brushing against his face, and remembered the image of the neighbor. Her hair was long and black, wasn’t it? And she seemed the type to like having it a little rough, didn’t she? Well, the man thought, she was about to get the ride of her life!

As if sensing his distraction, the teen pressed her chest even closer to his face, burying him between her large mounds, and reached down to his waist to grab and pull on his cock. Pablo answered by biting even harder on her tits, licking and sucking as he went from one to the other, his hands pressing down on her back and tracing a path lower and lower until they cupped her round and firm ass.

“Uuugh!” Amanda squealed, suddenly erupting into a short and intense climax. Her hand tried to choke the life out of the thick rod, then eased off as she realized that he might be about to come also. Gone were the thoughts of getting out without being recognized, of preserving whatever anonymity might have remained, replaced with the image of the fattest dick she’d seen in her life, and her wet and aching pussy just a few inches away from it. It was her father’s cock, and she was going to have it.

Quickly, smoothly, Amanda slid off from his sweaty chest and with a quick jerk, dropped her shorts and panties. Then, her long and silky leg stretched over his waist and she sat on him, her soft pubic hair and wet pussy lips brushing against his stomach and the elastic waistband of his own shorts. She tugged at the shorts futilely, wishing she could tear them away, but they held firm, and then her arms shot back, finding and gripping the hot piece of flesh. Amanda raised her body up and over the thick member, guiding it near her love hole and rubbing its head against her swollen flower. “Aaahhh!” She gasped, feeling electric tingles begin to spread between her legs, even as she positioned the prick against her body.

Enthralled and anxious, Pablo raised his pelvis, his penis pushing his daughter upwards as it encountered her unyielding opening. Again, he pushed, harder this time, his hot rod straining and leaking pre-cum as it tried to force itself inside of her.

“Aaaahhh!” Amanda moaned out loud, feeling the cock push towards her, driving her entire body into the air, then descending rapidly with her entire weight coming down on top of it. Her swollen lips eagerly and hungrily reached for it, disappointed each time as only the barest fraction of the head pushed in. This wouldn’t do, she thought to herself, and the next time Pablo pushed her into the air, she allowed the momentum to take her, and thrust herself down with all the force she could muster.

The teen screamed, feeling torrents of pain and ecstasy flood through her inner thighs as the massive tool wedged itself inside her drenched pussy. She had no idea how much of it she’d taken in, only that it hurt, and it felt as if her insides had been wrenched apart by a baseball bat. For some time, she could do nothing except be still and allow the waves of pleasure to wrack through her being, and she threw her head back and closed her eyes and gasped, even as her body began convulsing with repeated and overwhelming orgasms.

Pablo lay beneath her, trying and barely able to contain his own climax. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d hit something so tight, and had to shut his mind from the screams that also threatened to take him over the edge. He wasn’t going to last long, he knew, grabbing onto the firm thighs and once more driving himself into the writhing body over him.

Another scream issued from Amanda’s lips, and as she came down, again she impaled herself on the cock, forcing almost half its length into herself. “Ah! Ah!” She cried out for mercy, feeling her insides violently stretched, feeling herself bursting with orgasmic explosions.

Pablo shuddered, his gut wrenching as he exploded into her. His hot semen shot out as if from a cannon, even as his stomach and cock shook from the orgasm, and his own guttural moan escaped his gaping mouth to mingle with Amanda’s long and piercing screams.

Amanda tried to pull herself free, failing and turning towards the back of the couch for support. She was just starting to raise herself when Pablo lifted one of her legs and forced her away, then firmly pushed her down against the sagging and creaking cushions. Her legs went up in the air, then over the man’s brawny shoulders, and he brought his huge member up against the inside of her thighs. He pressed it up against her cunt, and with one hard stroke, penetrated her again.

Amanda squealed from the invasion, but since the rod was already spent, the older man was able to push it further in, smoothly pistoning in and out of the lubed pussy. Over the next few minutes, he started getting hard again, the slick penis swelling up and pushing against the velvety walls around it, while his balls slapped sharply against her ass. His strong hands held the teen’s thighs in place as he ground the cock into her, taking it deeper with every thrust, threatening the cunt with its full length, but coming up short every time. Finally, with one last desperate lunge, Pablo drove himself into her, shoving the entire rod in and bursting with another incredible orgasm.

He barged into her for a few more minutes, his member becoming more limp with each stroke, and he made up for his exhaustion by pinching the teen’s breasts and running his hands up and down her thighs.

Amanda shook the entire time, running her fingers over her father’s defined chest, and once he’d parted her legs and came to rest on top of her, feeling down his back and reaching down to squeeze his tight butt. The man stayed there for a few minutes, spent and tired, giving her a few sweaty and annoying kisses, and after what seemed like days, pushed himself up and leaned back against the opposite end of the couch.

“You’d better go.” He said quietly, reaching out to playfully slap her calf. “Somebody might show up.”

“Okay, dad.” Amanda answered, no longer caring about keeping her identity hidden.

Pablo thought he hadn’t heard the reply clearly, but as the woman beside him stood up, then bent down to retrieve her clothing, he quickly became apprehensive. And when he saw the long curtain swept aside, and the sunlight streamed in around her naked body and her long brown hair, he nearly panicked.

“I’ll see you later, dad.” She said, quickly stepping out of the room and scurrying into the house.

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