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A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

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bedlam_beauty

Super-Earth
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May 14, 2009
Danika was, without a doubt, tired. She’d spent all night packing for this summer-long trip around the states to visit universities before she went into her senior year of high school. Her two large and one medium black pinstripe wheeled suitcases were packed to the brim with clothes, spares, pajamas, tolietries, etc.. Whatever she thought she might’ve need, it was in there. Off to the side was a decent sized red and black backpack, the one she usually carried for school. That one was filled with entertainment needs, portable DVD player, DS Lite, the works.

Danika sat on her bed for a moment before laying back in exhaustion. Her mother had come in a few times earlier in the night to tell her to go to bed, but she was too excited. It wouldn’t be long before her father was up and they would be on the road towards Fort Worth to visit Texas Christian University. They would probably stay the night in Fort Worth before catching a plane to their next school. She smiled and wiggled on her bed. She’d never actually been to these schools before, but just looking at them only was enough to whet her appetite. She’d been saving up money since the summer after her freshman year just for this trip!

Unable to sit still, Danika bounced off her bed and headed downstairs. The hallway clock blinked 10:40 AM in bright red LED at her. She danced downstairs with ease and entered the kitchen. Just to her right was the living room, where her two younger siblings (Asher and Kalli) and her older brother (Cameron) were watching TV. Cameron was home for the summer from Willamette University, one of the schools Danika would check out over the coming months. They were all sitting on the floor in the pajamas, cereal box forest slowly growing around them as they ate and watched Saturday morning cartoons. Danika giggled.

“Cameron, will you help me bring my things down before Dad gets up?” She called out, causing her brothers and sister to look over immediately.
 
Martin had been up for some time now, technically at least. Having woken some hours ago, he'd been unable to pull himself from bed, seeing as how, unlike his daughter, the majority of his energy had been spent the night before, making sure everything was ready for their trip. It always bothered him when something went wrong with travel plans, so he was quite keen to make sure everything had been taken care of before they left. I all went well, it promised to be an interesting time. Finally, he managed a great sigh and dragged himself from his bed, blinking lazily at the clock, reading a few minutes past eleven.

Staggering to the shower, he shook himself awake as the warm water cascaded down his awakening body. Emerging refreshed and re-energized, he dressed and made his way into the living room, smiling wide as he saw his daughter and her siblings were already up, and that Danika still seemed as excited as she had the night before.

"Well then, who's ready for her tour of the great scholastic institutes of th wider United States?" He called, grabbing an orange from the kitchen as he made himself a cup of coffee. Seeing that Danika had already brought her things downstairs for the trip, he reached over to his lovely daughter, placing his hand on her hair and ruffling it slightly. All smiles and good humor, he said his goodbyes to the other children, telling them that Cameron would be looking after them till he returned. Satisfied that everything was in order, he turned his attention once again to his daughter, hardly able to believe just how much time had passed since she had been a small baby crying in his arms. Grinning at her, he reached down to pick up the larger of her bads with his own.

"You ready kiddo?"
 
"Don't call me kiddo." Danika stuck her tongue out playfully as she grabbed her other bags, "Old man."

With a freehand, she quickly patted down her mussed hair as they went out to the car. She tossed her things inside and hastily went to the front to get seated. Her jean skirt rode up a little as she sat down in the passenger side seat, and the seat belt nestled between her breasts, which were doing an efficient job of just barely hiding behind the edges of her v-cut shirt. Danika immediately kicked her shoes off and crossed her legs in her chair, her skirt riding up even more.

"Shoot, I hate long car rides. I hate long rides, period. Especially when I'm this excited." She wriggled in her seat, "I'm so ready for this. Are we gonna check into the hotel before we go to school? What about lunch? Don't forget that Ihaveanauditionat430intheFineArtsbuildingsowedefinitelycantmissthat-"

Her sentences ran more and more into each other the more she thought about this trip. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she began to stumble over words, "A blhuh. God, I'm going to tire myself out before we even get there. Hahah."
 
Offering smile to her reply, he gave himself a moment to calm himself, admittedly being little anxious to get on the road as well. Piling the rest of their stuff into the backseat, Martin took a brief moment to look back up to the house, smiling and waving to his wife as she smiled from the upstairs window. Sitting down behind the wheel, he gave his daughter a long and affectionate look as she began to ramble off in her excitement. Catching himself, he turned his gaze away from her slowly rising skirt, shaking his head in bewilderment. He had o admit, even being her father, Martin could tell just how attractive his daughter was becoming, had become already to be more accurate.

It was a hot day out, having just noticed this for the first time, Danika's father reached a hand up to the top button of his white shirt, letting it fall open slightly as he started the car. Pulling away from the house, he gave a light chuckle as she calmed herself. "Well, maybe we can figure out a way to make the time pass more quickly eh?" Deciding to leave the rest of their plans a mystery for now, he made his way to the main road, slipping into traffic and heading southeast, on the long road to Texas.

Glancing over at her again, Martin gave Danika a light pat on her crossed legs, smiling as he did so. "Exited I take it?"
 
Danika noticed her father unbuttoning his shirt slightly, a strange, yet quite, sigh escaping her lips. His hand on her leg shocked her out of her thoughts, followed with a chill through her body. Her dad was a handsome man, and she'd (unwillingly) heard all the fantasies her friends had had of him. Now, with his arm on her leg, she wondered if he was at all capable of some of those things.

"You bet I'm excited." She replied, the words still coming out in a bit of a jumble, "As for passing time... Uhm... I guess we could..."

Her thoughts took off, trying to think of a game, but ultimately wandering down a much darker path. Her expression glazed over as she stared out the window, thinking about the times when she was much younger, much more innocent, and took baths with her dad. Then, she could her Amanda's teasing voice, asking if she still did it to this day. She blushed a little.

"Daddy, would it be silly if I asked if we could... take a bath together?" She asked timidly, not believing that the words were coming out of her mouth, "Like we did when I was little?"
 
Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Martin's mind wondered off to thoughts of all the boys he had ended up refusing to let his daughter see when she as younger. Now however, he was beginning to understand why they had been so determined. Danika was indeed a beautiful one... Blinking slowly, he stopped that train of thought, not sure what had prompted it. As such, when he herd his daughters request, for a moment he was quite sure it had been his mind playing tricks on him. After a moment however, he accepted the reality of her question, he turned his head to his lovely child, his face a mix of amused wonderment.

"A bath?" Pausing for a moment, a loose smile on his lips. "Well.. I suppose if you don't mind sharing with an 'old man'" He replied, teasing her with her earlier words. Grinning and shaking his head, he smiled broadly and nodded his head once. "Why not." He stated more then asked.

In his own private thoughts however, he found himself struggling to keep his mind on purer thoughts then it obviously wanted to be on. It was true, he and his wife had been going through something of a dry phase of their relationship, perhaps that was all it was. So lost in these thought as he was, Martin had completely forgotten that his hand was still upon Danika's thigh, and he flinched mentally, hesitating before he slowly started to remove it, hoping she wouldn't notice.
 
Danika's heart raced when dad agreed to the ridiculous request, then immediately crashed to a halt when his hand left her leg. There was a cold spot there now, making her shift around in her sit until it was covered with her other leg. Her thoughts were racing again, now so fast that she wouldn't dare try to stop them. They centered around her and her father in the tub, her sitting in his lap as he washed her back. At a glance, anyways. Upon further inspection of her own thoughts, Martin was washing Danika's back, but instead was gripping her back as he... as he thrust into her. Danika's toes wriggled and clenched, her stomach knotting and feeling heavy and amazing at the same time.

In her daydream, Martin's hands were now on her breasts, squeezing them as he bucked her gently. Their eyes were closed, faces skewed into expressions of bliss. The scene changed and they were now in a hotel bed, his arms wrapped around her, kissing passionately before his thrusts became vicious, possessive.

She sat up immediately, eyes wide. What on Earth was she thinking?! Letting out a heavy sigh, she turned to her dad, embarassed, "How much longer before we get there?"
 
Noticing that she seemed to be off in her own world now, Martin began to wonder just what had prompted her to make such a request. This line of thought was not a good choice however, for soon he began to wonder if he should have left his hand upon her thigh. Images ran through his own head. First of what he had been doing, his large worn hand resting light on her thigh, then moving, rising with his thoughts as they drifted up to the clouds. Loosing it under her skirt, the sound of a wonderfully delightful moan reached his ears, so real seeming it almost awakened him from his daze, yet not before the image of his daughter ran through his head, only she was not simply sitting next to him in his brief fantasy, she was leaned over, and it looked as if she were laying in his lap as he drove. Only she wasn't simply laying, and the light bob of her head indicated so.

Coming to just as Danika was, Martin blinked wildly, glad there was little traffic at the moment. Taking a moment to hear her question, he bit his lip before answering. "...It.. Should only be a few hours drive, shorter depending on how traffic is..." Berating himself for the pause, he cast a glance at his daughter.. his beautiful, luscious daughter..

No, he couldn't think that. Could he? Slowly, he reached his hand out, pausing before patting her shoulder softly, rubbing it in what he hoped was a fatherly way as he offered a smile. "You doing okay? You look a little flushed, is it too hot?"
 
There was a curious expression on her father's face, and Danika couldn't help but wonder if it was the same face she was making. If it was... would that mean? No, that would be ridiculous. Fathers don't think of their daughters like that, do they? Then again, she herself had just been guilty of those same thoughts. But she couldn't help it. Her dad was in good shape for his age and her friends talked almost non-stop about fucking him. That, coupled with the fact she already knew what he sounded like in bed, the walls not being very thick and her parents incapable of being very quiet. Another thought flashed in her head. When was the last time her parents had made love? It had been unusually quiet in the house the last few months, even though there were no signs of anything hindering their relationship. Was that it? Was her father thinking of her as a supplement to his currently non-existent sex life? Part of her was appalled to be a rebound girl, the other part so excited that it wet her panties a little.

Danika blushed more as his hand met her shoulder. She shook her head defiantly, then relented and whimpered, "I think I need to go to the bathroom."
 
As his daughter drifted along her own thoughts, Martin was thinking about his wife. He had thought that might cure his tainted mind, yet it had proven an ill course. Why had they been so... platonic lately? Looking briefly to Danika, he had a sneaking suspicion he knew what the cause was. He had tossed it aside as parental concern, but the last fews times he had been intimate with his wife, thought of his daughter had briefly flashed in his mind. Could it be that he had more then simple parenting feelings for her? It didn't help matter that he found his pants were suddenly feeling a little tight. This train of thought was interrupted by Danika's words.

Looking over to her blankly for a moment, he shook his head and pulled over into the next lane. "Oh, sorry, I should have asked before we left..." Pausing, he spotted a gas station up ahead and pulled over, parking outside the convenience store. "This alright?" He asked, unable to articulate more then that. She did seem little flushed, and his mind kept going back to the bath question. Was it at all possible... No, girl's were supposed to base the men they liked off their fathers, right? Perhaps she was simply cutting out the middle man? Shaking his head, he gave her a little smile. "I'll wait here then?" He asked, wondering why he possibly thought there could be more then one answer.
 
"Thanks, Daddy." Danika chirped before trotting to the front door. She stopped momentarily to fix her skirt, which had found its way almost all the way up her torso. The flash of peach colored panties was so brief, one could've mistaken them just more skin.

Once inside, Danika found that the lock to the bathroom was a little loose. It still worked, but it left a good sized hole in the door. No matter, though. She hoisted her skirt up and could instantly see the burgeoning wet spot threatening to take over her underwear. Grunting in frustration, she stuck a hand down into them, another up her shirt to cup one voluptuous breast. The angered face melted into one of passion, as she leaned against the sink. She eyed the hole in the door and a thrill ran through her. If someone was watching... how kinky would that be?!

Unable to stop herself, she parted her legs to give any peeping toms a better look at all the pre-cum drizzling down between her legs. Her mind floated away and back to where it had stopped before. Daddy's strong arms wrapped around her. Her hands gripping his broad, deep chest. Their gentle kisses... lovers' kisses.

"Shit-" Danika cursed. This was turning her on so much more than it should. Then she could hear herself moaning uncontrollably, just below audible. Her mouth was hanging open and she couldn't get it to close for anymore than whimpering, "Daddy..."

Daydream!Daddy's thrusts pick up speed and veracity. He picks her up from the bed and presses her against the hotel window, where everyone can see. See them making love, in love, in the most taboo way.

"Shit.. shit shit... oooh, fuck... Daddy... fuck me..." She groaned, trying her best not to get loud.
 
Watching her go, a brief hot flash shot through Martin's body as he spotted his precious daughters peach panties, bit his lip hard as his face went slightly red. Taking a moment to cool off, he decided that the car was indeed to hot at the moment, and that it would be a good idea to walk around a bit. Getting out of the car, he followed around there Danika had gone, and saw the door, slightly open. Confused, he wondered if perhaps she had found another bathroom elsewhere. Leaning against the wall by the door, he was about to let out a long held breathe when a small sound reached his ears.

He would know that voice anywhere. Looking once more at the door, his mind wandered. In his head he saw himself, sitting in his car. Only the had been set back, and he was sitting backward. Below him of course, was his daughter, one leg spread out so far to hung out the open window, and his pants pulled down as he thrust into her, moaning as she writhed beneath him. He saw his hands grip her breasts, pull at them as he devoured hr lips in ravishing kisses, people drove by and stared at the site if they came to close. He could almost hear her moaning, pleading. "Daddy, fuck me!"

Eyes bolting open, he realized that he had in act herd those very words. Trembling slightly, he pressed his head against the bathroom wall. Was she in there? After listening for a moment, he couldn't bare the question any longer, and he peeked round the crack between the door and the wall, staying low lest he be seen. Yet it was what he saw that made his eyes go wide. And it was lucky for him that no one was around right now, for his hand had unconsciously dropped to his crotch, rubbing lightly at the large bulge there. There she was, his little girl, moaning her her daddy. And try as he might, he couldn't look away. Slowly, his hand moved into his jeans, biting his lip as he continued to stare, and watch.
 
"Please, Daddy..." Danika groaned, sinking to the floor as her legs could no longer carry her, "Fuck me... please, don't stop."

She dipped two fingers into her tight, virgin hole. The sensation rocked her body forward and she gave out a louder cry than before. Her entire being shook with passion as she thrust her fingers into herself. In her daydream, Daddy was eating her out, lapping at her wet cunt like a hungry dog. Then he flipped her over and fucked her like a bitch in heat. Her hands gripped a chair and daydream!Danika realized they were at her audition. She was being fucked on stage like a whore! Her senses seemed to overheat at the thought. Daddy's hands gripping her waist and not letting her go, so all she could do was moan and beg for more in front of her peers and the directors.

"Yes... yes... oh, god-" She tightened up, feeling her orgasm hit her like a wall, "FUCK! DADDY!"

Danika slowly pulled her fingers from her cunt, looking at thin, ethereal strands of cum between the digits. A smile slowly formed on her face and she muttered, "Let me clean you off, Daddy", before putting the fingers in her mouth and sucking on them. Yeah, she was that kind of slut. She chuckled darkly to herself and wondered what her friends would think.

They'd ask if she'd fucked him yet, she figured, rolling her eyes.
 
While she had been busy playing out her fantasy, Martin hadn't needn't as much imagination. He had all the inspiration he could ask for. Hardly believing what he was doing, he found himself enthralled by her words and actions as he slowly began to jerk himself up and down, masturbating in time with his daughters moans. If anyone had walked by he would have been in deep trouble, yet he was lucky.. this time, and found himself on the verge of climax.

Once she inserted her stick fingers in her mouth, Martin could no longer bear it, having undone his pants, he let out a silent groan as he sprayed his cum all over the area in front of the door, panting in what he hope and prayed was silent matter. Getting a grip of himself, he grimaced at his mark, hoping she wouldn't notice. Silently however, a light went of in his head. Biting his lip, he hurriedly zipped up and rushed back to the car, sitting down as his mind raced. Yes, it would work, no doubt, if this was how she felt, then it couldn't hurt to at least try. It was a hot day, perfect. Waiting for her to come back to the car, he found he was still hard, and shook his head at the discovery.

Looking about him, he nodded his head. A small smile crept on to his face. If this worked... this trip was about to become a whole lot more fun, and he would likely have to have this car washed a number of times before they were through.
 
Danika stumbled to her feet and quickly washed her hands. She splashed water on her face too, to clear up her head. She couldn't believe she just masturbated to the idea of fucking her own father. A laugh left her. What a silly notion. She turned and hobbled to the door, finally able to right herself as she reached the outside of the store. Her dad was still in the car, where she assumed he had stayed.

"I'm back." She announced playfully, hopping into the car, "You didn't get too lonely out here, did ya?"
 
Giving her a sideways smile, it was unbelievable the change she had gone through, acting as happy and chipper as always. "Not at all." He said, smiling a little at the irony of it all. Starting the car, he catted aimlessly with her for a while, asking about the schools and other such matters. After what it judged was enough time however. He turned to her, giving an odd little smile. "You know, you really have grown to be a beautiful girl Danika..." Pausing he chuckled. "I'm sorry, a beautiful woman." IT was a little out of the blue, and he hoped it would catch her off guard.

Smiling lightly to himself, he once again patted her thigh, only this time, when he didn't remove it, is was on purpose. Slowly, as if he weren't thinking about it, he moved his hand lightly, keep this up as he drove, letting the increasing heat and the contact do what he hope was a good enough job at making her think what had caused the incident at the rest-stop. Every so slowly, he let his hand clime higher up her leg, using a bump in the road as an excuse to let it jerk higher still. Eventually, it had disappeared under her skirt, and he could practically feel the warmth emanating from her recently pleasured virgin lips.

Driving with one hand, he didn't make eye contact, not yet. First, he would see how she reacted, just to be on the safe side. Moving his hand up and down, massaging her thigh, he briefly felt the fabric of those peach panties, his heart racing as he imagined doing unspeakable things to his daughter, almost wishing he had rushed into that bathroom and taken the place of her hand.
 
Danika blushed at her father’s comment. Usually she adored getting compliments, but after the rush of feelings she’d just had, the compliment struck her at an awkward angle. She shifted around shyly in her seat, coming to a dead stop when his hand landed on her thigh again. Remembering what she had done in the bathroom, her heart raced with both fear and excitement. How would he react if he were to some how find out? With the way his hand was inching up her leg, she figured she would find out soon enough.

Her breath hitched, coming out in surprised little gasps and sighs as her dad’s hand ventured closer and closer to that warm spot between her legs. A surprised (and slightly disappointed) groan escaped her lips as he brushed her panties, “D-daddy…”

She slowly started to look up at him, when something caught her eye. Daddy’s pants seemed to be unusually tight, drawing her eyes to the bulge that was a little less than hidden. Her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. Had he seen her? Or had he been thinking about it that much? And besides that, the thing straining the fabric of his pants was monstrous in comparison to the ones her friends had talked about. Her throat was suddenly dry. Did her father really want her like that?
 
Somehow he hadn't thought about how obvious had arousal would become after only a short while of this activity, yet Martin thought that perhaps it would all work out for the best in any case, at least, if he was correct. Not responding to her murmur for some time, he continued to drive, his hand slowly rising even further up her thigh. Here he stopped however, and as the road evened out into a straight run, he turned briefly to look at her.

"Yes?" He asked, the suggestion of a smile upon his face. For a long moment, he looked into her eyes, resisting the urge to do anything other then what he was already. It had started as a means of being slightly cautious, yet now, some part of him was almost enjoying teasing her like this.

A turn in the road forced him to direct his attention back to his driving, but not his hand, which was still gently rubbing her tender thigh.
 
His gentle touch on her was fire to her already sensitive skin. She could feel her stomach knotting up just as it had been earlier. When he looked to her, Danika couldn't and didn't try to hide the fierce blush on her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak as her father turned away to pay attention to the road. However, words didn't come out. Instead, something clicked in her mind. If her dad did indeed want her in that way and he was gonna tease her about it, then why should she play any easier to get.

Though the blush didn't fade, a sly smile curled over her lips for a moment before she pulled her legs away from her did. Hoping that he would look over in surprise/confusion, she put a feigning innocence look on her face, puppy-dog eyes and all. Although, instead of looking completely scared and distraught, as soon as their eyes met, she would flash him that coy smile of hers and bat her eyes "innocently".

For now, the car game was on.
 
Indeed, at first, as he felt Danika's legs pull away, he was rather surprised, but that one look told Martin all he needed to know. Not able to suppress a small smirk of his own, he let her alone for the time being, instead, he let out a mock breathe of exhaustion, fanning himself lightly with his now free hand. Knowing she knew it was all an act, he turned t her with a small smile. "Pretty hot out today, isn't it?" Smiling faintly as he spoke, he opened a few of the tops buttons of his shirt, his tanned skin showing beneath.

An idea occurring to him, he turned back to his daughter for a moment. "Say Danika.. I think I put some water in the backseat, would you mind grabbing some for me?" Hoping she wouldn't suspect his ploy, yet knowing there was a good chance she did, he found himself rather glad she was wearing a skirt today.

By now, it was quite obvious what the bulge in his pants was, and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them. Things were about to get rather interesting if he had his way.
 
Danika's attention immediately dropped to the top of the unbuttoned shirt. Sure, she'd seen her dad shirtless before, hell, even naked when she was younger, but it still felt like an entirely new situation! She blinked innocently at his question, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before squeezing between the two seats, butt proudly presented. The skirt flipped up as she jerked and wiggled to get closer to said waters. The peach panties still had the visible wet spot in the center of them, crinkled up as the fabric was riding up her tight, round ass.

Deciding to be cute and not entirely realizing her skirt's own fiendish state, Danika wiggled her butt, whining that she had become "stuck." She chuckled to herself, finding it silly and began to pull herself back into the front seats.
 
Flashing his daughter a coy little smile as she moved between the seats, Martin found his attention veering from the road to the very desirable sight right next to him. Spotting the wet point n her panties, he almost let out a chuckle. Biting his lip to suppress a grin, he waited till she wiggled her ass about, making claims about being stuck, to act.

One hand still on the wheel, he gave her bottom a quick and teasing slap. "Well now, whats this?" He asked, and very lightly ran a finger over the wet mark, gently enough to hardly be felt, yet if she continued to move back to the front seat, he didn't intend to move his hand to make way for her. Finding it hard to enough to hold himself back, a grin spread across his lips as he gently began to pass his hand along her exposed rear. "You know, they really should fix that door at the gas station.." His smile spread further still. "You never know what kind of person may walk by."

His hand pressed a little more firmly, keeping her in place a little more forcibly now.
 
Danika began to scoot back to sit down, but stopped immediately. His hand was right on the warm, wet spot on her panties. She could feel herself already getting wet again! As he spoke, his intentions were made more clear than ever. A blush raced across Danika's face, realizing that they were, indeed, on the same page. Shaking her head, she knew she couldn't let herself be thrown off by this. If they wanted each other, then they'd damn well get it.

"Is that so?" She purred back, rolling her hips so he would get a good feel of her ass and cunt, "I hope who ever came by is interested in more."
 
His grin taking in both ears now, Martin realized they were long past all pretense of caution. Still not turning his head to look at her, he merely began to move his finger across her covered slit, pressing harder and harder until finally, with a short jerk, his hand was under the soft pink fabric, pausing teasingly outside her warm folds, feeling how wet she was. "Mmm, I think anyone who saw that would be more then interested." He mused, speaking of course, of the little show he had been privy to.

Ever so slowly, he began tracing his fingers over the soaking entrance of her pussy, maddeningly slow and with just the perfect amount of pressure. An idea came to him then, and with a light chuckle, he uttered two words, realizing they were the only ones on this stretch of road... for now.

"Red light." With that, he turned the breaks on, not overly fast, but enough to give the car a light jar, and send two of his fingers deep inside the warm folds of his daughter. They were now stopped right in the middle of the road.
 
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