AMYIE'S CRUSH

Amyie Honeywell was hot and she knew it. Her friends 
knew it, her professors knew it, and her parents knew 
it. This is why they were allowing her to go to six 
flags this weekend with Bradley Clark, the hottest boy 
in school, only if her Dad was chaperoning. 

When she found out she called her best friend Tara. She 
laid on her bed chatting on the phone; her young body 
was twisting and turning, almost writing, on the bed 
with excitement. They were laughing about stuff at 
school and chatting about things happening this 
weekend. "Tara I can't wait for the amusement park 
Saturday!

It's gonna be awesome. I mean I am going to have the 
whole day with him... Yeah he's coming too; bummer I 
guess, but I can use him to my advantage. What? No way 
I was thinking I would just tease a little bit and then 
go in for the kill later in the evening... no he is 
sooo sexy and I don't think he is getting any sex any 
where else, I mean who wouldn't want fuck a innocent 
little girl like me! You know what Tara, your right I 
better take it easy, he is older than me! HA! I want 
him so badly I can taste it." 

As the conversation rolled on Amyie disclosed more and 
more of her plan, she got hotter and hotter and began 
to touch herself. Her hand strolled below the waistline 
of her sweatpants and she fiddled with her bare pussy. 
She couldn't believe she was going to Six Flags with 
her Dad and the hottest boy in school. 

She knew how to tease and was looking forward to 
secretly tempting and fucking her new crush. The 
trouble was going to be with the third wheel. How was 
she going to use him to her advantage? Could she get 
out of sight enough to work her magic or will she just 
have to do some seriously dangerous tease work under 
the watchful eye of her uninvited guest. 

Amyie hung up the phone and resumed thinking about what 
it would be like to have her crush's hands all over 
her, to have his hips between her legs, to have his 
hard pumping cock sliding in and out of her, stretching 
her to the limit. Her hands expertly worked up under 
her t-shirt and she was licking her fingers and jamming 
them in an out of her cunt. She was cumming in seconds.

*** The Bait ***
 
The morning of the big date Amyie pulled on her black 
bikini top, and pick cotton cheerleader shorts, they 
said tasty on the back. She rummaged through her dad's 
underwear drawer and found a white tank top that he 
never wore because it was too small. She pulled this 
over her head as her dad was walking in. 

Mr. Honeywell stopped at his door and saw his beautiful 
blonde daughter facing away from him. He could see her 
pert young ass framed by the words tasty and the small 
of her back disappearing under one of his older "wife 
beater" style t-shirts. Girls didn't look like this 
when I was in school, he thought. She turned and 
smiled, gave him a peck on the cheek and bounced out of 
the room. 

"Sweetie," he called "Don't forget to call Bradley so 
he knows we are on our way." 

"OK Dad!" she yelled back. 

Married for 12 years, 50ish father Mr. Honeywell 
couldn't believe he was going to have to go with his 
daughter on this date. She was almost a grown woman for 
goodness sake, but his micro manager of a wife was 
crazy about this sort of thing and barely let the girl 
out of the house. So the chore fell to him, "Take her 
to the park, and don't let the boy try anything." He 
would take his daughter to the park, but that was it. 
He was going to let her have whatever fun she wanted. 

*** Driving ***
 
They were in the Honda Pilot by 8 o'clock and off to 
Bradley's house arriving a little after 8:15 am. Amyie 
was nervous; this was when she was going to start the 
tease. The second they pulled up to Bradley's house she 
knew she had to be on her game. 

The car stopped and Amyie hopped out. She slunk up to 
the house with a sexiness that even her dad caught, 
which wasn't altogether too hard because his wife was 
being stingy about sex. It seemed like everything he 
saw reminded him about how he wasn't getting any. He 
thought to himself, that is one lucky guy. He watched 
as her hips swayed here and there, and her petite 
figure gracefully skipped up to the front door of 
Bradley Clark. 

She stood at the doorway and played with the hem of her 
shorts. They weren't a loose fit, so when she tugged on 
the bottom of them she knew whoever was watching would 
see her shorts being pulled tighter onto her ass, 
perhaps even exposing her thin waistline. Then she 
began to slide her hands up and down her thighs, 
"what's taking this guy so long," she muttered under 
her breath. 

Mr. Honeywell watched his daughter squirm and touch 
herself in the Clark's doorway. He noticed a small 
bulge growing in his shorts. "What the hell?" He 
thought, "That's my daughter up there not some high-
schooler at the mall!" 

Then without warning his mind flashed with the image of 
his daughter on her back and some guy on top of her. He 
let out and audible, "Holy Shit" and checked the front 
door again. Bradley had finally made it to the door and 
was locking up while Amyie trotted down the stairs and 
to the car. Again she was swaying her hips slightly as 
she walked. 

Mr. Honeywell tried to shake the image of his daughter 
and the other guy from his mind but had considerable 
trouble not dwelling on her lithe petite body skipping 
back to the car. 

The drive to the amusement park was about 45 minutes 
from the Clark's house. Amyie and Bradley sat in the 
back chatting aimlessly. When Mr. Honeywell looked in 
the back he saw stars in Amyie's eyes. She looked like 
she was really into this new boyfriend. And even though 
he was a little older than her Mr. Honeywell approved 
the pairing, provided he be invited on most of the 
dates. 

He knew his daughter was sexually active, and he didn't 
mind it as long as it was under his control. He 
monitored her computer activity and knew what she did 
in the evenings when she said she was off to bed. As 
long as he had some sort of control he would let her do 
almost anything. 

Bradley was in lust. He stared at the smallish breasts 
of Amyie with a hunger to just devour them. They were 
small and perfect, a cups he thought, but with her 
small frame and thin physique they stood out just 
enough to grab attention. She was two years younger 
than him, and he was sure she had already had sex. In 
fact that's what drew her to him in the first place. 

He had heard from their mutual friend Tara that Amyie 
had slept with this 22 year old they met in a bar. Tara 
and Amyie had snuck into the college bar and were out 
dancing on the dance floor when the guy approached 
them. The night ended with Tara watching the two fuck 
in his dorm room. Tara had relayed the story to Bradley 
hoping to get him worked up enough to bed but in the 
end the story backfired and Bradley started pursuing 
Amyie. 

Amyie was experienced in sex. She had been with the guy 
from the college bar and then she had plenty of 
experience with Tara. But most of what the little devil 
learned was from her exploits in Internet chat rooms. 
She had a computer in her room and every night she 
would flitter off to bed early; appeasing her parents, 
and start chatting in online chat rooms. 

She would often have some sort of hot chat with any 
number of random guys, trading pictures with them or 
getting their phone numbers and having phone sex. She 
liked the older guys and even let one guy send her 
flowers. 

Actually all her sexual experience ended up being 
theoretical but she had an idea that when she did get 
her crush in bed tonight, he was going to have the best 
time of his life. She knew what guys liked and she 
wanted to show it off for real. The college guy was 
just a warm up for the real prize. 

*** The Mindbender ***
 
Six Flags was packed, and as they entered Mr. Honeywell 
noticed that what his daughter was wearing is not that 
uncommon. All over the park he saw young girls with 
skimpy outfits on, those sexy cheerleader shorts, tank 
tops; some didn't even bother with the tank top and 
just had bikini tops. There were also other dressed in 
all kinds of sexy outfits; Mr. Honeywell though was 
attracted to all of them. 

The first ride the threesome headed off to was the 
Mindbender. It was a ride that had more loops and 
inversions than any other ride in the nation. The line 
of course was long but Mr. Honeywell didn't mind, he 
was watching all the eye candy. He looked in front of 
him and saw Bradley and Amyie talking again. 

They were facing each other, Bradley was turned 
opposite of the line towards Amyie who had her back to 
her father. Amyie had both hands on the railings and 
was leaning slightly forward. She swung slightly from 
side to side laughing and flirting with Bradley. 

Mr. Honeywell looked at his daughter and was amazed 
with how sexy the position she was standing in made 
her. Her back was arched and her butt was sticking out 
just so. The shirt she was wearing was riding up and he 
could see her underwear peeking from beneath her 
shorts. Her ass was perfect. It was rounded and had 
just enough meat on it to make her look like one of the 
Internet models he looked at when his wife refused his 
advances. 

As he had this morning his mind flashed an image of his 
daughter, this time she was bent over a bed, her ass 
sticking high in the air and Bradley was entering her 
from behind. Her long lean legs were spread slightly as 
he pumped her from his standing position. Her head was 
down and hair was in her face. 

Her back was arched like it is now and she would ram 
herself into Bradley slowly and deliberately, obviously 
she was enjoying it. She flipped her hair and revealed 
her face, sweaty, with a look of concentration; her 
hair was matted to her wonderfully innocent face as she 
looked over her shoulder at the strapping young 
Bradley. 

Suddenly Mr. Honeywell was jarred from his reverie with 
a sharp pain in his crotch. He cleared his head and 
looked down at his daughter who was apologizing for 
running into him. Apparently she had been laughing and 
she backed into him. The contact with his crotch was 
not just a bump and go though; he could have sworn it 
was more like a bump and wiggle. His daughter 
apologized quickly and went back to laughing with 
Bradley. 

When Amyie had bumped her father she felt his bulge. 
She knew she was being sexy if even her father was 
getting turned on. But isn't that what this whole day 
was about? She had had a crush on her father for a few 
months now and now she had orchestrated this whole trip 
with her "date" Bradley so she could seduce her dad. 
She hoped that by the end of the night her dad would 
know her intentions and would be willing to start a new 
relationship with her. 

She wanted him in the worst way and today was day she 
would tell him. The ass bump was only the beginning. 
She wanted to feel his thick cock buried deep inside 
her, she wanted his hands on her, she wanted to suck 
him off, and she wanted to do everything in her power 
to please her daddy. 

She thought maybe she could do it again; maybe she 
could rub her ass against his crotch again. She knew 
that his eyes were on her and that all she had to do 
was wiggle to get him excited. She could see him spying 
at all the other girls dressed like she was and that 
made her excited. 

She knew if she could just lean back a little further 
and make contact... and there it was the bulge again. 
It was huge. Her dad pulled away immediately and she 
was disappointed but encouraged. Soon there wouldn't be 
any clothing in-between their bodies. 

*** The Free Fall *** 

After Mr. Honeywell had pulled away from his daughter's 
ass a few more time he began to feel uncomfortable. He 
moved in front of the flirting couple in the next line 
for the Free Fall. It was one of those rides that 
raised you way up in the air and then dropped you 
letting gravity do the work. 

Mr. Honeywell was happy to let Bradley do his work as 
well. He had now taken to hanging all over his 
daughter, he didn't mind much that the two were getting 
closer, and honestly he was kind of relieved because he 
thought he would be able to concentrate on something 
else other than his daughter. 

She had other plans however and soon he was watching 
her rub her hands all over the belly of her date. Her 
hand was up under his shirt and she was just stroking 
what Mr. Honeywell could only assume were rock hard 
abs. Amyie would glance over at her dad but he would 
pretend not to notice. 

He didn't want to embarrass her in front of her 
boyfriend by asking them to stop. He scanned the line 
for some other young girl to take his mind off his 
daughter. He searched and before he settled on the 
older looking girl two rows over his daughter wrapped 
her arms around him and looked up into his eyes. 

"Daddy?" She said. The suddenness of her body against 
his made him lose his breath and Mr. Honeywell mustered 
a weak answer. "Daddy can we go eat lunch next?" She 
asked, her eyes fluttering in an obvious attempt to get 
what she wanted, he was a sucker, and fell for it every 
time. 

Her body pressed against him so lewdly he was 
uncomfortable. He could feel every inch of her, her 
thigh was between his legs and her small breasts 
pressed into his chest, the rest of her was a blur, of 
course, she was a perfect fit. She rubbed her hands on 
his back until he finally said yes. 

For the rest of the wait in line Amyie tried to engage 
her father in conversation. At one point she even sat 
up on the railing behind her dad with her legs wrapped 
around him and her arms clinging to his shoulders. She 
peaked over one shoulder while she talked with Bradley 
about things. 

"What do you think about Becky Lohman?" She would ask. 
Bradley would answer with a non committal, "She's 
awright." Amyie would laugh and say she was the sexiest 
girl at school. She would coo and awe over this girl or 
that girl over her dad's shoulder, knowing that he 
would get more and more turned on. 

Her voice at times would be throaty, or sweet and sexy, 
she looked for any excuse to use sexy words and phrases 
like. "She's got the sexiest stomach," or "I would give 
anything to take a shower with her." 

The whole time Mr. Honeywell just let her talk and 
touch his chest and shoulders. He was enjoying the 
contact, perhaps a little too much. He was beginning to 
get really turned on by the things his daughter was 
saying. He knew she was flirty but he didn't know other 
girls turned her on. 

He let his mind wander, thinking about how Amyie's best 
friend Tara would look between her legs. Her dark brown 
hair thrashing wildly as she tongue-fucked Amyie's 
pussy. He imagined Amyie's head tossed back enjoying 
her friend's tongue. 

Mr. Honeywell understood he was reaching the point of 
no return thinking about his daughter like this. He 
knew if he kept this up he would probably think about 
it for the rest of his life. 

He would have these flashes all the time, at the dinner 
table, at family functions, in bed with his wife, he 
had to get her from his mind, but at this point it just 
felt too good. It felt like he had a new toy, it opened 
a whole new world of fantasy that seemed to draw him in 
further. 

Amyie began to wonder what her father's response was to 
her new tease. She hopped from the railing and stood in 
front of her dad. She leaned back onto his body and 
felt all his muscles. She rested the back of her head 
on his collarbone and crossed her hands in front of her 
chest. 

She was talking with Bradley now but only off and on. 
He was getting bored and was looking off. Mr. Honeywell 
was beginning to give in to his daughter's touchy 
feely-ness and enjoying it quite a lot. He just leaned 
back against the rails and let his daughter lean on 
him. 

Amyie put her hands on her sides and then slowly put 
them on her dad's thighs. She began to slowly rub them 
up and down hearing him smile at her and the nice 
things she was doing. She still talked with Bradley and 
absentmindedly played with various body parts of her 
father. 

Finally she got what she wanted; she started to feel a 
bulge in the small of her back. She maneuvered herself 
so that she would come into more contact with it as she 
rubbed her father's sides and thighs. Then she got an 
idea... she reached her hand behind her back, in the 
space between her father's stomach and her back. She 
leaned forward and pretended to scratch her back. Her 
movement applied more pressure to her father's crotch. 

Convinced she could finally feel his erection Mr. 
Honeywell lightly pushed his daughter away and began to 
walk up the line. The feelings he was beginning to fell 
were scaring him and he had to get away. 

He thought maybe she couldn't feel his growing arousal 
while she was leaning against him and didn't mind the 
contact, but when she leaned forward to scratch her 
back her ass cheeks slid right over his cock, that was 
enough. The voices in his head were too real! He had to 
make her move. He couldn't let his daughter feel his 
erect penis. This was going too far. He would have to 
be more careful. 

*** Lickity-Split Lunch Stand ***
 
After the ride the threesome made their way to the 
restrooms. Amyie didn't have to go and she watched as 
Her dad and Bradley walked into the men's room. She sat 
down on a bench and was extremely proud of herself so 
far. She whipped out her purse and called Tara. 

"Hello?"

"Tara it's me Amyie!"

"Hey girl how's your day going?"

"Awesome! I can't believe how excited I am. I was 
nervous ya know, at first but then once things started 
happening I really got into it." 

"Does your dad know what is going on yet?" Tara asked.

"No I don't think so, but I have been rubbing him in 
some key places, and making sure he notices my body" 
Amyie said "What are you wearing?" asked Tara. 

"I'm wearing those pink shorts; you know the ones that 
say tasty on the back, and a white tank top. Its kind 
short and really tight."

"Mmmmm, sexy girl, I'll bet you can see that luscious 
tummy of yours when you walk around, I would love to 
kneel down in front of you and kiss that tummy of 
yours. Letting my tongue travel along that place where 
your hips and tummy meet... Uummm I'm touching myself 
right now you know!" cooed Tara.

"GAWD TARA! You can't do that to me, I mean teasing my 
dad like this is totally turning me on; you are pushing 
me over the edge..." Amyie hung the phone up soon 
after, feeling horny. 

Mr. Honeywell left the bathroom first and spied his 
daughter sitting on a bench across the way, she was 
back with both arms up on the top of the bench arching 
her back slightly, pushing her breasts upward. He could 
see her stomach, firm and tan, peeking from beneath the 
tank she was wearing. He legs were spread. She was 
sitting like a boy. He saw that she saw him and she put 
her hands on her thighs, allowing one to drag up the 
inside of her thigh and brushing across her crotch. 

Mr. Honeywell thought he was dreaming as his daughter 
seemed to be touching herself while looking at him. Her 
hand traveled up her body momentarily catching her 
fingers on her t-shirt lifting it up a bit. It end up 
in her hair and she tousled her blonde mane then got up 
off the bench. 

Mr. Honeywell was floored. Had his daughter really just 
done that? He looked around to see if anyone had 
noticed. Apparently no one had. Then he looked behind 
him and saw Bradley. Oh, ok he thought. That was a show 
for Bradley. Mr. Honeywell was relieved slightly but 
getting hornier by the second. 

Amyie ordered a hamburger and fries and sat down with 
the boys. She ate distractedly, staring off into space. 
Bradley seemed to enjoy his meal, and Mr. Honeywell was 
trying to think of anything but his daughter. Amyie was 
sitting close to Bradley and kept putting her hand on 
his thigh. 

She made sure her dad at least suspected that was what 
she was doing. She was down to the last little bit of 
burger when some ketchup squirted out and down her hand 
and wrist. She seized the opportunity by saying "oops!" 
and proceeding to run her outstretched tongue across 
the small of her wrist and the back of her hand. 

It tasted salty and sweet, and she topped it all off by 
sliding on long sensuous finger into her mouth, sucking 
on it and popping it out loudly. Bradley was staring 
open mouthed, mostly because during the whole episode 
Amyie had slid her hand further up his thigh, and Mr. 
Honeywell felt a twitch in his gut, his lust for his 
daughter increasing manifold. Neither of the males 
noticed the other. Amyie had held both of their 
attention almost as if she had both by the balls. 

*** Crystal Pistol Music Hall *** 

Now Amyie had to really get her father's attention. 
With her last tease she was sure he would be thinking 
about her, and for that matter so was Bradley, which 
would come in handy later, so she needed to up the ante 
a little. 

She needed to make sure he knew that all she was doing 
today was for him. Amyie suggested they go to the Red 
Hot Country Show at the Crystal Pistol Music Hall. It 
would be dark in the theater and she could do some bold 
things. 

The three sat down in the theater, Bradley was on one 
side of Amyie and Mr. Honeywell was on the other. When 
the lights went down Amyie began her show. She let her 
knee brush against her father's. And then she cuddle up 
to him, saying "I'm cold." He would put his arm around 
her. Bradley didn't seem to care, he was watching the 
show, then he began to doze off. 

Amyie checked him out and realized this wasn't in her 
plan but thought that it would only help her. The 
threesome sat near the back and only a few guests were 
near them. Amyie began to rub her dad's stomach. He 
smiled and cuddled back with her. She ran her hands 
under his shirt and he seemed to stiffen a little. 

She continued to rub his belly under his shirt. 
"Amyie," he said, "What are you doing?" She just looked 
at him and smiled. In the soft light of the theater Mr. 
Honeywell realized how beautiful his daughter was. For 
the first time today he felt like she was more than 
just a sexy little girl, she was someone he could love 
if she wasn't his daughter. 

He was thinking, maybe if he was her age and in her 
school he would be infatuated with this beautiful girl, 
her pink lips and perfectly proportioned face, her 
green eyes that dazzled brilliantly in the laser lights 
of the show, her slender neck and petite figure cuddled 
into his own made him feel like protecting her, making 
her happy. He was rudely interrupted by hand that was 
now traveling below the belt line of his shorts. 

"Huh? Amyie?" Mr. Honeywell shot a look over at 
Bradley; he was knocked out, practically snoring in the 
seat. Then he glanced down and saw a look of utter lust 
crawl across the face of his daughter. 

She smiled up at him and said, "Daddy, its ok, I just 
wanna... it's ok." Then her hand was on his penis. She 
was touching him through his underwear. 

"Amyie!" He whispered harshly. "Amyie what in the 
hell!" She squeezed. He groaned. He was instantly hard. 
"Daddy I just want to feel it. Can I?" 

"No Amyie, no you... can't... oh god it feels... 
Amyie..." 

"Daddy, I just want you to feel good. Haven't you 
noticed that today I have been trying to get your 
attention? Haven't you noticed that I have been trying 
to turn you on? Don't you think I'm sexy daddy?" when 
she asked if she was sexy she added a little squeeze on 
his cock. 

"Amyie... it's not like that, I do... think you are 
sexy... you have to be, you have this guy next to 
you..." Mr. Honeywell looked around to see if anyone 
else could see his daughter's hand in his pants. "I 
just... well, you are just... oh fuck, Amyie you are my 
daughter... its not right..." 

"Daddy it is so right," she had made her way under his 
underwear and began to stroke his cock up and down 
underneath his loose shorts. "It is so right, you are 
not getting any from mom and I just love you so much I 
want to be with you and make you happy. I hate mom for 
what she has done, I just want to make you happy. 
Wouldn't being with me make you happy? 

He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. "Amyie you 
have to stop..." He felt so close to cumming in his 
shorts. Here his sexy young daughter had his cock in 
her hands and she was stroking it, he hadn't felt 
sensations like this in such a long time. He also heard 
voices screaming at him to get up from his seat and 
leave, to get out of the situation, but it felt so 
good. 

Amyie's hand barely fit around his thick shaft, she was 
having trouble keeping consistent strokes on his cock 
because of the shorts getting in the way. She wished 
she could unbutton her father's pants and pull his 
thick cock out and stroke it properly. 

She imagined herself going down on him, having her lips 
wrapped around his gorgeous member, dripping her saliva 
all over it, licking it up and down and finally taking 
all of it into her mouth, She thought about kissing it 
and how it would taste and how his cum would taste, 
thick and gooey, sliding down her throat. 

She imagined climbing on top of his lap and sliding the 
thick cock into her tight sopping wet pussy and slowly 
sliding down till it filled her completely. She 
imagined riding her daddy while he kissed and held her. 
She wanted so badly to do all of it, to fuck her dad. 
She wanted to cum with his face near hers, with his 
cock inside her. She wanted it more than anything in 
the world. 

Mr. Honeywell finally forced Amyie's hand out of his 
pants; he really wanted to go further but just couldn't 
justify it. Amyie said "Daddy this whole day is for you 
ok? I just want to make you happy. I am going to help 
you feel the way I do if it's the last thing I do!" and 
with that she sat back in her seat crossed her legs and 
arms. She felt something wet on her fingers and acted 
surprised saying, "Oh look daddy, pre-cum..." She then 
licked it from her fingers while looking up through her 
bangs at her stupefied father. 

*** The Georgia Scorcher ***

Mr. Honeywell was in a state of confusion. His daughter 
was hitting on him, her date was oblivious and he 
couldn't hide the fact that he was really turned on by 
the whole situation. While in line for the Georgia 
Scorcher his daughter was flaunting her tight body. She 
would pose this way and that, while she was talking to 
her date, tempting him beyond temptation. 

He knew with every fiber of his being that lusting 
after his daughter was wrong. His thoughts were racing 
and still his daughter would touch him and rub against 
him. He could nothing but stand still and take it. She 
was making him so turned on that he could hardly 
breathe straight. 

Bradley didn't care; apparently he was excited to be in 
line for this new stand up roller coaster. He kept 
talking excitedly with Amyie and then looking around 
trying to catch a glimpse of the coaster. 

Amyie tried to get a meaningful glance from her father 
the whole time they spent in line. She knew she had 
taken her game of teasing to a new level. By number one 
almost making her dad cum in his shorts, and number two 
licking his pre-cum off of her hand. She no filled 
their waiting in line with various poses and glances 
designed to turn on her father. 

At one point she even licked her lips while he watched, 
her pink tongue sliding out of her even pinker lips 
wetting them and moving slowly from side to side. Her 
mouth was open slightly and she knew the effect was 
sexy. She even bit her lip and made her eyes large and 
innocent while she ran her hand underneath her white 
tank top. 

Eventually she complained of being too hot and took the 
tank top altogether revealing her silky smooth, tan 
skin and pert young developing breasts. They were in-
between sizes right now, somewhere between an A and B 
cup. 

Mr. Honeywell was at his breaking point when they 
finally got to the front of the line. The ride actually 
has a bar that holds you in place but also some sort of 
seat that is supposed to go in-between the rider's 
legs. It made it uncomfortable for Mr. Honeywell. He 
looked over at his bikini clad daughter and she had a 
look of concentration on her face as she slid over the 
"seat". 

Her crotch was perfectly lined up with the "seat" and 
Mr. Honeywell saw that she was slowly moving back and 
forth on it. Her hips were so sexy moving back and 
forth he could hardly stand it. She looked like she was 
a stripper the way she moved. 

Her movement seemed only apparent to Mr. Honeywell, 
everyone else was getting prepared for the ride. His 
eyes traveled from her hips to her chest then face and 
she mouthed silently to her father, "I want to fuck 
you..." Mr. Honeywell closed his eyes and made himself 
ready for the roller coaster. 

*** Fireworks ***

The rest of the day went by slowly for the two men. 
Amyie however was always thinking of some new way to 
tease her dad. Finally she figured out how she could 
use Bradley to push her father over the edge. 

Dusk was settling in and they needed to get to the 
other side of the park to see the fireworks show. Amyie 
suggested they take the sky buckets that traversed the 
park. "Amyie honey that is a kiddie ride we won't all 
fit on it." Said her father. "Don't worry dad," she 
said. "I will sit on Bradley's lap." Amyie had it all 
figured out. She would flirt with the ride attendant a 
he would allow the three of them on the ride. 

30 feet in the air Bradley Clark was uncomfortable. He 
knew that his date was a slut but he didn't know that 
she was this slutty. She was on his lap, he had a 
raging hard-on, and her father was sitting directly 
across from them. She would slide this way and that 
making it hard for him to not just grab her and fuck 
her silly. What he didn't see was the look in her eyes 
as she stared over at her father while she was rubbing 
her cunt against this young man's cock. 

Amyie was positioned on Bradley's lap, her legs were 
spread wide, and his legs were in-between hers. She had 
her hands on his knees. Mr. Honeywell looked at his 
daughter and all he could see was bare flesh. Her legs 
were so wide he couldn't see her shorts, and her arms 
covered most of her bikini top. 

Her hips moved slowly on the young man's lap and she 
stared from under her bangs at her father. She feigned 
breathlessness and opened her mouth, she closed her 
eyes and tossed her head around. To Bradley it seemed 
she was looking around the park trying to distract her 
dad while she rubbed herself on him. 

To Mr. Honeywell it looked like his daughter was riding 
this guy, fucking him reverse cow-girl position. Her 
father was trying not to look but in the end he slumped 
defeated against the side of the sky bucket watching 
his lovely, slutty, daughter. 

Bradley let out a yelp that broke the sexual tension 
surprising both Amyie and Mr. Honeywell. He closed his 
eyes and saw stars exploding everywhere. Amyie felt a 
wetness on her ass. She had made Bradley cum. 

*** Complications ***
 
The park had closed and the threesome had left. They 
were now driving down the interstate back to the Clark 
residence. It was dark and a little chilly. Amyie was 
under a blanket in the back with Bradley. Mr. Honeywell 
was driving but his mind wasn't on the road. He could 
see the blanket in the back seat moving up and down. 

His daughter was jacking off Bradley and she wanted to 
make sure her father saw. He watched in the rear view 
mirror as his daughter whispered in the boy's ear. He 
couldn't tell what she was saying but he could tell 
that Bradley was in heaven. The blanket moved fast then 
slow, and finally Bradley let out a groan of pleasure. 
Amyie was still stroking as he leaned his head back and 
closed his eyes. 

Amyie leaned forward between the seats, "Daddy, have 
you thought about us today?" 

"Yes sweetie you and Bradley make a cute couple" "No I 
mean you and me! Have you thought more about it?"

"Uh... well"

"Daddy I can tell by looking at you all day today that 
you want me. Why can't we just both give in to what we 
want and see what happens?"

"Amyie, I just can't. I don't want to mess you up 
mentally, there are all sorts of girls who were raped 
by their daddies and their lives are completely 
ruined." 

"Its not rape daddy. I want you, you want me, its 
consensual." 

"Amyie I just can't... what if your mother finds out, 
she may never speak to me, she wouldn't let me see you 
again, I would get arrested!"

"I won't tell daddy, she won't find out"

"Sweetie I just... damn it... I Just can't"

Amyie leaned back in the seat still determined to bed 
her father and noticed something wet on her hand. 
Bradley was long gone and she softly called to her 
daddy. He looked in the rear-view mirror. He saw his 
daughter's tongue licking her hand. He saw a white glob 
on it. She was licking up Bradley's cum. Mr. Honeywell 
drove faster. 

***

Mrs. Honeywell had not gotten home yet. Amyie had 
cornered her dad in the kitchen and was grilling him 
about their situation. She sat on the counter, leaning 
forward hands between her legs, dangerously close to 
her crotch. She even grinded her pussy against the 
backs of her hands as she tried to convince her dad to 
take her to bed and sleep with her. 

"Amyie, its not right. You would be mentally scarred 
for life." 

She climbed down from the counter and tried to climb 
into her dad's lap. He pushed her away. "Dad!" Amyie 
was getting frustrated and angry and she didn't know 
why, "Why will you not let me do this for you!" 

"Because," he was patient, "you aren't doing this for 
me. You are doing this for you, to get your own rocks 
off." 

"I can't believe you would say something like that!" 
And then Amyie realized something deeper. Her day was 
planned to get her rocks off but now that she had been 
through the whole thing she felt ashamed at what she 
had done, she still wanted to be with him but in a 
different way "Daddy I love you, I want to be with you, 
I want it all! I want the sex, the love, everything!" 

"Amyie you don't want that. You just want sex. Go to 
bed honey and forget that this day ever happened." 

She just stared at him, tears were welling up in her 
eyes. She could not believe that this was happening. 
Her plans to seduce her father were perfect. And her 
new emotions took over her now. She did love him, she 
did want to please him, she wanted him to be happy 
forever and ever. Why didn't he understand. "Daddy..." 
she choked back a sob and ran from the room slamming 
her bedroom door.

It was the hardest thing he had ever done. Mr. 
Honeywell sat at the kitchen table depressed, defeated, 
and dejected. He had just crushed the feelings of his 
only daughter. 

His wife walked in minutes later and she asked him how 
his day was. He told her all about the fun time the 
three of them had, and how cute the new boyfriend was 
and how much of a gentleman he was. They ate dinner in 
silence and went to bed. Mrs. Honeywell didn't ask 
about where Amyie was, she just assumed she was in her 
room reviewing the day with her best friend Tara. 

In the dark master bedroom of the Honeywell home Mr. 
Honeywell reached over to hold his wife. She grunted 
slightly but eventually let him hold her. He tried 
whispering nice things in her ear, and tempting her 
into a kiss or two but she was "Not in the mood". 
Eventually Mr. Honeywell grew tired and frustrated and 
rolled over. Mrs. Honeywell fell asleep snoring. Mr. 
Honeywell tired and frustrated stared at the ceiling. 

*** Confusion/Resolution ***
 
It was midnight. Mr. Honeywell had given up on trying 
to sleep and was watching TV. He was weak and tired 
from the events of the day. How could all this have 
happened to him? How could his daughter possibly think 
it was ok to try and seduce him? Was he the crazy one? 
Should he have accepted his daughter's offer? 

With his wife treating him like shit didn't it make 
sense to go upstairs right now and sleep with his 
daughter? No, no it didn't make sense. Unless... unless 
she really did love him the way she talked like she 
did. But no he couldn't go upstairs and see her, be 
with her, could he? Maybe he could just go up and 
apologize. Yes that is what he would do. And with that 
his whole life changed. 

Mr. Honeywell climbed the stairs to Amyie's bedroom.

He knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer. He 
tested the door, it wasn't locked, he turned the knob 
and quietly entered the room. Amyie was lying face up 
on the bed. Her face looked as if she had been crying 
for hours even though she was sound asleep. Her upper 
body was still clad in the black bikini top and her 
lower half was covered in a blanket. One leg was 
sticking out and resting awkwardly on the bed. 

Mr. Honeywell sat on the bed of his young daughter and 
began to stroke her leg. He was looking at her sweetly 
as she slept. Her eyes fluttered open and when she saw 
her dad sitting there she smiled. She reached down and 
grabbed his hand. She pulled it towards her upper thigh 
and under the covers. His hand met no clothing until he 
came across the white cotton panties she was wearing. 
He knew he shouldn't. He wanted to apologize, but the 
feeling of her young pussy was too much and he was 
speechless. He stroked it gently. She closed her eyes 
and moaned. 

"Daddy I really do love you, more than anything, today 
I wanted to have sex with you more than anything but I 
ended up." 

"Shhhh, sweetie," Mr. Honeywell quieted his daughter as 
he leaned down to kiss her naked thigh. He licked and 
kissed and nibbled it softly. Amyie had the biggest 
grin on her face, finally she was going to make her 
daddy happy. She was going to be close to him, she was 
going to fuck him! Mr. Honeywell kissed his way under 
the covers and threw them aside. 

He met with her panties and kissed her pussy through 
the cotton material. She yelped at the touch and he 
immediately hushed her again, "Your mom can hear us if 
you get loud... try and stay quiet," he said. He let 
his hands stroke her inner thighs and kissed her cunt 
through her panties. She writhed on the bed in pleasure 
biting the pillow to keep from making any noise. Her 
small lean body couldn't stay still. He slid his finger 
under the crotch of her panties and felt for the first 
time how wet she was. 

"Lets get these off you" he said. She stood up and 
while her dad sat on the edge of the bed she slowly 
lowered her panties to the floor. Her legs were 
perfect. Her ass was perfect; it was all so young and 
tight. Mr. Honeywell reached out and placed his hand 
in-between her legs and she responded by grinding her 
wet pussy into his fingers. 

She felt a tingle run through her body and got chills. 
He got onto his knees and she lifted a thin leg above 
his shoulder and he began to French kiss his daughter's 
pussy. He was eating it and she was balancing herself 
while trying to grind into his face. Her whimpers of 
pleasure came in breathless sweet tones. He was so 
hard. He wanted her so badly. 

"Daddy stop," she said breathlessly, her body was close 
to the edge, "not yet, I don't want to cum yet!" and 
she pulled away. He stood up this time and she helped 
him out of his boxer briefs. She saw her dad's cock for 
the first time it was long and thick. She was on her 
knees this time and had licked the underside of his 
penis. Her tongue traced the length of it and he looked 
down at her as she did. 

Her innocent looking face looked so sexy with a big 
cock hanging in front of it. She kissed it and stroked 
it covering it with her wet saliva and eventually took 
all of it into her mouth. She slurped at his cock for a 
few more seconds before he was about to explode. Weakly 
he lay back on the bed and offered his lap to her. She 
climbed up onto his lap and felt his wet cock on her 
thigh. She felt safe here and sexy at the same time. 
Her body wanted to touch her father's body all over. 

She kissed him deeply letting her tongue snake into his 
mouth with youthful exuberance. Her body was in 
constant motion; she was trying to touch him 
everywhere. He kissed back and fondled her breasts 
through her bikini top. 

He reached round and untied it exposing her tiny 
breasts. He reached down and took one nipple into his 
mouth. She leaned back and enjoyed her father's mouth 
on her tit. He licked it and took it into his mouth 
flicking it with his tongue. 

She reached between her legs and squeezed his cock. 
Suddenly all the loving feelings mixed with purely 
lustful ones and she leaned forward and whispered into 
his ear, "Daddy, I want you inside me now!" She lifted 
herself up and positioned his cock below her pussy and 
watched it slide down the length with no problem. She 
was so wet it didn't hurt one bit. She engulfed his 
erect member without the slightest hesitation. 

The two looked at each other and then in a moment of 
pure lust began to fuck. 

She rode his cock, colliding with his thighs on every 
down stroke, jolting her breasts and hair. She was so 
light on his lap he thought she might break. He could 
feel the smallness of her when he wrapped his hands 
around her waist and hips. She had a look of lust on 
her face as she stared into her daddy's eyes. 

He was half smiling half moaning at the pure pleasure 
he was feeling. He loved his daughter and was enjoying 
every moment of this. Each downward stroke brought a 
muffled yelp from Amyie's young lips. She began to 
sweat. 

Her hair began to curl around her face and she was 
beginning to become lost in the sensations of her 
father's cock deep inside her. She closed her eyes and 
leaned back arching her back and riding her father's 
cock. Her perfect body so tight and firm was made even 
more so by her leaning back. He held onto her and met 
her thrusts with his. 

Mr. Honeywell flashed back to the image he had in the 
park, when his daughter was bent over the bed getting 
fucked from behind by Bradley. Overwhelmed by the 
feelings elicited by the vision he suddenly lifted her 
up and leaned her against the bed. Her ass was high in 
the air making a perfect heart shape. She breathed 
heavily and looked over her shoulder at her father. 

He stood behind her and marveled at her glistening 
young body and guided his cock toward her pussy. He 
fucked her pussy and she held on. She leaned her head 
down as he entered her with grunt after grunt. She 
buried her face in her pillow. She could feel every 
inch of him. He was filling her up stretching her with 
his thick member. 

She looked at him over her shoulder and whispered "Fuck 
me daddy, fuck me, fill me up with your cum!" Mr. 
Honeywell knew he wouldn't last long and he thought she 
might not either so he flipped her over again and 
climbed on top of her. He wanted to be close to her and 
looking in her eyes when they came. 

She felt his weight on her body. She had wanted this 
for so long and now she had her manly father naked and 
sweating above her. Her legs were spread wide to 
accommodate his girth. He slowly guided himself into 
her and began thrusting. 

She could feel his whole body moving on top of her and 
every time her dad pushed all the way in his pelvis 
collided with her clit. She felt jolts of love and lust 
coursing through her pussy. She knew she would cum soon 
but wanted to make him cum at the same time. She 
started talking dirty. 

"Fuck your little daughter daddy, Fuck her good. Make 
her cunt cum all over your cock daddy. Make me cum on 
your fucking cock! Daddy your little girl is so close 
to cumming I want my pussy to be filled with your cum. 
I want your cock to fill my pussy with your cum, I need 
it now I fucking want you to cum in me now! Fuck daddy 
fucking fuck me, fuck the hell out of my cunt you son-
of-a bitch!" 

Mr. Honeywell lost it. He came in his daughter's 
sopping wet cunt. Amyie came too. Her body quivered and 
shook and she bit her dad's arm trying to keep quiet. 
The couple was breathing heavy and were wet with sweat. 
Mr. Honeywell slid off his daughter and she curled up 
next to him. 

"Daddy I love you." 

"I love you too Amyie." 

The two laid in bed cuddled next to each other in a 
state of confusion, love, and lust. The moment they 
shared was both wonderful and scary. Lust had overtaken 
them both, yet they also felt a deeper love 
intermingled in their sweaty bodies. 

Mr. Honeywell thought that this was what it was like to 
be in love. His life would not be the same. He would 
hide this episode from everyone. He couldn't share it 
with anybody except Amyie. She was all he needed. He 
wouldn't be able to get enough of her, all of her. 

Amyie couldn't believe the day. She did such dirty and 
nasty things to get her father's attention. Would he 
ever forgive her for that? Would he still love her? Or 
would all they have be solely sex. She wanted more, and 
hoped her father did also.