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Graduation Party (IJAW and LeatrixSage)

“It’s fine, Daddy,” Cody smiled, sparing her father a quick glance before turning her eyes back to the road. “Really, I enjoyed my evening, and it was almost time for me to leave anyway.”

She reached over and took one of her Dad’s hands, giving it a squeeze. She had been a Daddy’s girl since she had been two years old. Even now. She loved her mother and brother dearly, but her dad was the only one that could make her feel guilty and low as dirt if she upset him.

“Besides,” she grinned, “Now I don’t have to help clean up. I get to go home, get out of this dress and these heels, and then go to bed.”
 
Eric squeezed Cody's hand in return and smiled. She was 19 now, but she would always be Daddy's little girl. She wasn't exactly little anymore, though, with her long legs and nice-sized breasts, and...wait, what was he thinking?

He looked out the window and saw a gas station coming up. Some water would taste really great right now. "Hey, can you stop at the gas station and get me a bottle of water? I can kinda go for some right now."

He reached into the back pocket of his khaki pants and pulled out his wallet, thumbing through his cash before pulling out a $10 bill and handing it to her. "You can get yourself something too, if you want."
 
“Sure,” she flicked the blinker and pulled into the gas station, sliding easily into a parking spot. It was getting late and there weren’t many people milling around at this hour. “One water, just a moment then.”

Cody slid out, leaving the car running, and trotted inside. She felt a little awkward all dolled up as the bell on the glass door rank. The guy behind the counter called out a greeting and she waved half-heartedly as she click-clacked her way over to the coolers. She found her dad a water, and then snagged a nestea for herself.

“This is it,” she sighed as she set the bottles on the counter, leaning over it absently. She had no idea the view she presented to her father. The sheath dress clung to her curves, and when she bent over the counter, the soft mound of her tight, young ass was put on perfect display, along with the slight panty line thongs occasionally offered.

She passed the clerk the money, collected the changed, and then executed a quick trot to get back to the car. “Here ya go,” she said as she dropped back into her seat, handing her Dad his water and popping her tea open to get a sip. “All good?” she asked, not really expecting any answer as she put the car in reverse and started to back out. “Just a few more minutes and it’ll be home sweet home.”
 
Eric sat in the car as Cody went inside and closed his eyes for a bit, taking a few deep breaths. His head stopped spinning, which was a good thing. The water she was going to get would only help his cause. After a moment or so, he opened his eyes and caught the perfect view of his daughter -- bent over the counter, her dress clinging to her tight ass. He couldn't help but feel a little excited as he saw her in that state.

He snapped out of it as she left the gas station, a smile on her young, pretty face. She handed him his water, and he took a long chug, the water a welcome change from the alcohol he had consumed over the duration of the evening.

“Just a few more minutes and it’ll be home sweet home.”

"Thank God...I may pass out when we get home," he said. As she started driving again, he was unscrewing the cap to the bottle. Out of nowhere, she went over a pothole. The bump caused the bottle to slip out of Eric's hand and across her lap, a little water spilling out of it onto Cody's thighs.

Eric quickly grabbed the bottle and set it back in the cup holder. "I'm sorry, Cody, I'm sorry," he murmured, running his hand over her thighs in a sorry attempt to dry them off. "I'm so sorry..."
 
Cody let out a little gasp as the cold water hit her legs, but otherwise just laughed. She flicked on the flashers, and then pulled the car over onto the shoulder and sat in park.

“Dad, it’s fine,” she was still chuckling, brushing water off her skirt. Once or twice his hand brushed a little high on her thigh, and Cody started to blush. She couldn’t help the tingle of warmth that started to pulse in her clit. When a man’s hand went that close to tender areas, well… it just happened. After the fourth or fifth time, Cody had to catch her father’s hand and make it sit still. “Dad, really, it’s all right, it’s just water.”

She cleared her throat, took a deep breath and then sighed it out before she looked over at her Dad. “You know, you are being really jumpy.” She teased, absently petting the back of the hand that still rested on her thigh. If she had stopped and thought about it, she might have been made sick by the sudden image that floated through her head. As it was, she was in too much shock to think about why it had happened. Instead, all she could do was marvel at the little rush of warm liquid that coated the lips of her sex as she imagined her father’s hands traveling over more than just her young thighs.

A shiver went through her, and Cody gently set her Dad’s hand aside. Her heart was pounding, the fabric of her dress a pleasant torture against her nipples as they grew taunt and achey. “We should get home,” she muttered, sliding back onto the road. The rest of the way, she sped a little, but she needed to get out of the car.

It was a relief to pull into the drive way, and Cody felt herself relax as she turned the car off. Maybe after they were inside she would be able to get a cold shower or something.
 
Eric sighed in relief, happy that Cody wasn't mad at him over the little spill.

“You know, you are being really jumpy.”

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. Maybe I just need to go to bed when we get home," he replied. She moved his hand aside, and the rest of the car ride home was completed in silence.

She pulled in her spot in the driveway, and Eric waited for her to shut off the car before he got out of it. He opened the door and gathered himself, feeling a little better than he was upon leaving the party. He stood up and began walking toward the door. He then stopped and went over to Cody, a little bit of wobble still in his step.

Eric kissed her forehead. "Daddy's going to bed, baby. Thank you for getting me home. I love you. Good night." With that, he turned, stumbling a little to the door, her following behind him.
 
Cody watched her father walk inside the house, nawing on her bottom lip as he walked away from her. Her heart was still pounding and she couldn't believe the thoughts running through her head. She wanted to follow him, to feel his hands on her skin. "What is wrong with me?" Cody whispered, furious at herself. She paced back and forth for what seemed like hours, warring with herself. This was her father she was imagining climbing on top of and riding. Her dad that she was wishing would pin her against the nearest wall and fuck her her senseless.

"I have got to be out of my mind." Cody turned to face the front door, fear riding high as she marched inside. She locked the door behind herself and then slowly walked through the house, tracing her father's steps all the way to his bedroom. At the door, she took a slow, deep breath before pushing it open. Her entire body seemed to shake, terrified of what might happen if this didn't go the way she envisioned it.

"Daddy?" she called out softly, nervous, but determined. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath, and called a little louder. "Daddy?"
 
Eric was in his own little world as he made his way up the steps and into his bedroom. He was starting to feel a little more sober, but he was a long way away from total sobriety.

He had already discarded his shirt, it laying in a heap next to the bed. Eric was sure he'd hear about it from his wife in the morning, but it would have to do for now. He was working on undoing his pants when he heard Cody's voice calling.

Fear overtook him, for he thought something was wrong with her. He rushed to the bedroom door and saw her standing there. "What's wrong, sweetie? Are you OK?" he asked, his heart beating a little faster as he stood before his daughter, his belt unbuckled and the button on his pants undone.
 
Cody bit down hard on her bottom lip, feeling her cheeks warms as her eyes swept over her dad. She didn't let herself think, she just acted. Her hands rested against his chest, her fingers spreading out to feel the warmth of his skin as she leaned close. Her lips touched his lightly, and Cody held her breath as she kissed him once, and then again and, feeling a little more bold, her tongue ran across his lips.

That single touch was the only one that could not be excused, and she knew it. It was the only thing she did that truly spoke to her intent. She saw in her mind's eye rage, repulsion, hate, anger... she trembled, waiting for one or all of them to great that small advance, barely breathing while she stared up into her father's eyes.
 
Eric's eyes were open throughout the brief kiss, as if he was caught offguard. His eyes got wider as Cody brushed her tongue across his lips. He slowly pushed her away, holding her wrists as she continued to stand before him.

"What...what was that for?" Eric asked, unsure of her intentions. He liked the brief intimate moment, but he wasn't sure if it should continue past that point.

"We shouldn't have done that, Cody," he warned, although his body language was hinting otherwise.
 
Cody stood there, shaking. He hadn't raged, he didn't seem disgusted... he seemed.. calm.

She took a careful step closer, her lithe body pressed along the length of her father's. "I wanted to kiss you," she answered quietly, still worried, but emboldened by the utter lack of everything she had expected. He was right, though... that never should have happened, and she knew that she should stop now and not go any further.

Her heart ached at the thought, and she knew she couldn't leave the room without trying.

"Daddy, just let me kiss you." She whispered, leaning in again. Her eyes watched his this time as her lips moved against his. Her tongue pressed against his lips, slowly wiggling past them to stroke her tongue along his. She let herself linger in the kiss, savoring it, knowing it might never happen again, and so longing for him to kiss her back.
 
"Daddy, just let me kiss you."

Eric's heart melted at Cody's plea. He knew it was absolutely wrong, but he didn't want to let her down. If this was the way it was going to be, then so be it.

He didn't immediately react to her kiss, letting her stroke his tongue with her own. His eyes studied hers. He saw the desire in her eyes, and wanted to satisfy them in every way that a good father could.

Any reservation he had with this disappeared. He closed his eyes and pulled her in more closely, kissing her more passionately while his tongue wrestled with hers inside his mouth.
 
She gasped against his lips, surprised when he drew her in, holding her close. A little moan escaped her throat, and Cody let her eyes slip closed, her arms sliding around her father's shoulders. She shivered, barely believing it was happening at all. Her heart skipped a beat, and then started pounding against her ribs. She felt safe pressed against the body of the man that had always been there for her, always looked out for her. Despite how wrong she knew it was supposed to be, she couldn't seem to make herself feel as if it was. It seemed so right.

Cody pulled away gently, her lips red and swollen from kissing, and gasped for air. She stood frozen for a moment, not sure of her next move, and then she smiled. Cody took a couple steps back and reached behind herself. Finding the zipper of her dress, she drew it slowly down. She hadn't worn a bra, she rarely did, she was only a 24b, after all... but she had worn a comfortable, white, lacy thong.

She blushed as she shrugged, letting the dress fall away. It slid over her skin like water to pool at her feet. She was long and lean, the body of a dancer. Carefully, she stepped over the dress, and her hands reached down to slowly pull the belt from around her father's hips.
 
Eric looked at the beautiful young woman standing before him in just a white thong and her mother's stillettos and warmly smiled. This was his daughter, his own flesh and blood -- she came from him! Yet in that moment, he wanted her to be so much more than just his little girl. He wanted to make her his woman.

He helped her fully remove his belt, but wouldn't let her go any further just yet, lifting her chin up to meet his face as he passionately kissed her again, his hands grasping her ass, no longer blocked by the black dress that she had worn.

As his kisses moved from her mouth to her neck and ear, he kept whispering, "You're so beautiful, baby...Daddy loves you."
 
She was surprised to feel herself tremble when his lips again found hers, her knees threatening to fail her. She clutched at his arms, feeling their strength, using them to make sure she stayed on her feet. Fire followed everywhere his lips traveled. His whispered words couldn't have made her feel any more loved, even while they reminded her of just how taboo this was.

"Daddy," she sighed, tilting her head to the side so that his lips could find more of her neck, while her own pressed light kissed along his collar bone.
 
Eric broke the kiss and took Cody's hand, leading her to the bed. He gently pushed her back and smiled while dropping his pants and boxers, his cock springing to attention at the sight of his daughter nearly naked in front of him. He crawled on the bed and got between her spread legs, continuing to kiss along her body, leaving no part of her upper body untouched by his lips.

"Your mother and brother will be home soon, I'm afraid," he whispered between his kisses, his eyes looking up to meet hers as his face was near her flat stomach.
 
Cody smiled as she reached down, threading her fingers through his hair. "They are going to be cleaning that place for at least a good hour," she chuckled at the thought, surprised that the mention of her mother didn't make her feel guilty as sin for doing this. "We have plenty of time." She doubted most people would even be gone, yet.

She let her fingers trail round the edge of his ear and down the side of his neck, just feeling his skin. "We're already here, we might as well make good with what we have, don't you think?"
 
"I agree with you 100 percent," Eric said with a smile, leaning up and sucking on her breasts, licking around her nipples before flicking each of them playfully with his tongue.

His hand slid between her legs and inside her thong, rubbing her gently, his fingers tracing along her slit and touching her clit. He shivered at her soft touch, enjoying the way she was delicately caressing his ear and neck.
 
Cody trembled beneath her father, her small nipples becoming, taunt, hard and achy under his attention. A bright blush spread over her cheeks, down her neck, and over her breasts, vivid against her pale skin.

She gasped at the first touch of his hand between her legs. His fingers found her slit damp, the pink lips of her sex slick and soft under his fingers. When his fingers brushed against her clit, she writhed, the small bud pulsing with her need. She ached for more, but simply made herself breath. There was no point to rushing, and she wanted to enjoy this thing that shouldn't even be happening. After all, it might never happen again.
 
Eric moved down his daughter's body further, still planting kisses. He passed over her crotch, his fingers still working her pussy and clit slowly, savoring the moment.

He had to re-position his hand to make it work, but he did so and started to kiss along her inner thighs, down to around her knee, then her calves. He finished by kissing the parts of her feet that he could get to, as she still had her shoes on.

Eric bit his bottom lip and started the slow journey up her body again, hitting the spots that he had hit earlier and some that he hadn't. Her skin was so soft against his lips -- so smooth.

"Does this feel good?" he asked before pecking at her some more. His cock was rock-hard beneath him as he continued to lay between her legs. "I want my baby girl to feel good..."
 
The further down he moved, the more Cody's stomach knotted, and then he passed the place she thought he was heading. His lips traveled over her legs, and she almost giggled when his lips kissed the back of her knee. It tickled, but it scent a secret little thrill up her spine as well. She took slow breaths, forcing herself to breath. With his lips touching everywhere and his fingers working over places that were quickly becoming far too tender, she kept forgetting that she needed air.

"Can't you tell?" she gasped. Blushing wildly, she lifted her head to look down at her father, not believing was she said as the words passed her lips," Daddy, your fingers are currently covered in the proof of just how good I feel right now."
 
Eric chuckled. His fingers were coated in her juices from his playing with her sex. "Good point," he whispered. He then sat up and pulled his fingers away from her pussy. He knelt beside her on the bed, then swung a leg over and straddled her chest, his cock achingly close to her lips.

"Now it's your turn to make Daddy feel good. Get him good and hard...so he can fuck you senseless later," he said with a wink. He rested his hands on his hips, waiting for Cody to suck on his manhood.
 
She dropped her head back against the pillows, her eyes closing briefly. She wasn't new at this, she'd had a few boy friends, and she had a healthy sex life. Why was she so nervous?

Her cheeks became hotter when she opened her eyes again, staring up at her father. The hunger in his eyes made her shiver. She licked her lips, her eyes dropping. Her father's cock was right there. A little moan slipped from her throat, and then she eagerly wrapped her lips around the head, sucking greedily. He tasted wonderful on her tongue, and she lifted her head to take a little more of him, her tongue stroking back and forth over the soft head, wiggling against the cleft each time she gave a particularly strong suck.
 
Eric wasn't naive; he knew his daughter was most likely sexually active. But he couldn't picture Cody like this, sucking his cock, and doing a great job at it.

He scooted up her chest a little bit, allowing more of his cock to slide into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked his head strongly, his hands finding the back of her head for leverage as he instinctively began to sway his hips back and forth over her chest, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as he did so.
 
Her eyes snapped up again as his hands sank into her hair, finding her father staring down at her still. As his hips began to move, she let out a helplessly little moan. She couldn't imagine telling him how much she loved it. She let his hands cradle the weight of her head, relaxing the muscles in her throat. As his hips moved, she timed just when to suck on him, eagerly drawing him a little bit deeper each time, silently encouraging him to push farther. She knew she could take him in her throat, he was thicker than she was used to and she would gag a little... but she could take him.

Cody writhed under her father, wanting it, needing to feel her father's rod pushing down into her throat.
 
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