After giving my daddy a blowjob (the best blowjob ever, according to him), things really felt different around our house. Barriers weren't exactly gone, but they were noticeably flimsy. Things just felt... looser. Over the next two months, we didn't do anything sexual, but we did have several deep conversations that I doubt we ever would have if it hadn't been for the three orgasms I had given him (and one of my own). We laughed a little more easily. We joked. And, my favorite part, we were a little more touchy-feely with each other. Not in a sexual way, mind you. But if we hugged, it tended to be one those movie hugs that made the audience melt. When we watched movies, I inevitably ended up snuggled right next to him. I also started wearing his shirts from time to time. I don't know why, but it made me feel even closer to him that he didn't seem to mind that I did it. I just walked into his closet when I wanted one and grabbed it.
Now, despite nothing sexual happening, that didn't stop my body from feeling distinctly aroused. And near constantly. I was fairly certain my daddy felt the same way, but we just never brought it up. For me, maybe I was still worried that he would put a final stop to my advances if I took advantage too often. But all in all, I felt extremely close to my father during that time. I felt safe.
Which leads me to our next... incident.
It was a Sunday night and dad had been watching football that afternoon. I cooked spaghetti and we ate together after the game. Oh, and he had been drinking since noon. Not heavily, but I know he had gone through his first six pack of beer already, and was working on a second. Maybe that should have been a sign for me not to push anything. But whatever. I was feeling exceptionally frisky. As I mentioned earlier, my arousal was near constant. Well, it had been over a month since I had even masturbated, so maybe you can imagine how I was feeling. Oh, and his five o'clock shadow was particularly sexy looking, which I had discovered to be something that I found extremely attractive on hm.
Anyway.
After dinner, we decided to watch a movie together. I was wearing one of his shirts, which was common like I said. It was a blue button-down shirt with a collar. It was loose on me, but I didn't mind. I decided to go braless that particular evening, and I wore a pair of soft, cottony shorts that I often slept in. The shirt was long enough that it hid my shorts, and beneath that was all leg. I had the top two buttons undone and one side of the shirt was hanging off my shoulder. Was I trying to look seductive? Probably. My boobs weren't visible, but a patch of unblemished skin was. You could just make out the base of the upper slope of my right breast.
I was feeling worked up, and in the back of my head, I had a certain direction I hoped our conversation would go. But at the same time, I was curious about something that we hadn't talked about in over two months. I let him finish one more beer before springing my first question on him.
"Dad?" I said. I hadn't been calling him "daddy" as much.
"Hm?" he said.
"Are you almost ready to reschedule your appointment with the clinic for your procedure?" I asked, curious.
He hesitated and then shrugged, glancing at me as he said, "I'm not sure, really."
Back when he first told me about it, he had seemed so certain about going through with it. I frowned, wondering why that had changed. After a minute, I asked, "Are you having second thoughts about doing it?"
My dad looked at me but didn't say anything. I was morbidly curious what he was thinking about, but I held my tongue. After a minute, he took another long drink of his beer. Then he said, "I don't think so, no. It's just not a very pressing issue for me right now, I guess."
Nodding slowly, I considered his words. Then I offered, "Not pressing because... you don't have a girlfriend?"
He shrugged, looking away from me. His cheeks flushed slightly as he sat there. That made me wonder. And hope, a little. Maybe, if I prodded gently, in the right direction...
"Daddy?" I called to him softly. It dawned on me that I usually called him "daddy" when I wanted something from him. And I did. I was feeling wired. My body was laced with arousal that had been there, on and off, for over a month. And that made me feel somewhat bold. When he looked at me, I bit my lip.
"What?" he asked, sounding a touch apprehensive. He glanced at me, but quickly looked away, like he knew what was coming next.
For a minute, I couldn't breathe. A question floated through my head that I was nervous to ask. But I knew I wanted to. Swallowing, I forced myself to whisper, "What if I said you could have sex with me?"
His head whipped toward me, a look of complete surprise on his face. Ok, so he had not been expecting that question after all. "What?" was all he said.
Shrugging, suddenly uncomfortable, I looked down at my lap. Then I said, "I mean, would that help?"
"Help with what, Danielle?" he asked, his voice sounding strained. Like he was getting angry with me again. Crap.
Weakly, I said, "Help you... you know, make your decision?"
He didn't say anything. A minute of silence went by and, when I looked at him, he was staring at me. Oh. His eyes flicked up to my face. He had been staring... at my chest. Suddenly my exposed skin where his shirt flap was open felt hot. I squirmed a little, adjusting my upper body just so. The right side of the shirt was hanging off my shoulder and I felt it drop a little lower on my arm. I wasn't sure if I had done that intentionally, but I didn't pull it back up. As we stared at each other, his eyes drifted down but then snapped back up to my face. He did that a few times in a row until he finally wrenched his gaze away.
He spoke, his voice sounding hoarse, "How would that help?"
Biting my lip, I answered, talking to the side of his face while he lifted his beer up once more. "Well, you said you wanted to do it to... get ready for sex. Right?"
"That's not exactly what I meant," he said.
"What did you mean then?" I asked, leaning forward just a little. I felt the shirt pull away from my chest. Without looking down and giving my intentions away, I couldn't tell if he would be able to see down it or not. Was I being evil with my attempt at seduction? Meh.
My dad shook his head, then said, "I guess I meant that I was hoping having a vasectomy would help put me back in a frame of mind where I would consider dating again."
"Right," I said. Then I added boldly, "So you can have some sex."
"Jesus, Danielle," my dad said, squirming on the couch. He lifted his beer once again, finishing the bottle. He didn't sound the same as he had the previous times when he was being resistive. That gave me hope.
When he didn't say anything else, I asked gently, "Am I wrong?"
He sighed, closing his eyes. I let the question linger without saying anything else for quite some time. Finally, he whispered, "No." It made me smile.
Another question popped into my head. A follow up from something I said earlier. But I bit my lip. It was a risky question. I didn't want him to go on the defensive and push me away altogether. And, as I mentioned, I was extremely worked up. I had been for weeks. I realized my breath was catching and my heart was pounding. Drawing in a deep breath, I asked my question.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" I tried to sound casual.
He turned slowly toward me, expression unreadable. He didn't look mad. But he also didn't look like he was going to rise to my offer-- oh! His eyes slid down to my chest and he lingered there for several seconds before turning his head away. It seemed like he had to force himself to look somewhere else. Closing his eyes, my daddy groaned softly.
"You're serious again, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes?" I answered, adding inflection at the end to make it sound like a question. When he didn't say anything, I added, "It's just that..." But I suddenly couldn't finish my sentence. I bit my lip again, looking away from him. My thighs felt hot.
"Just what?" he whispered.
Still holding my lip between my teeth, I glanced over at him. He was staring at me intently. And he managed not to lower his gaze down to my chest, although he did seem to be straining to keep his eyes level with mine. He swallowed as we stared at each other. But then I finished my thought, speaking quietly, "Ever since that last time, when I--" I nodded toward his crotch, as if that would give him the words I omitted. Then I looked back up at him and spoke even softer, "I'm so worked up, daddy! I can't even think straight."
He frowned at me, his face suddenly filled with compassion. His eyes did finally drop to my chest then and I watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled sharply. After almost five seconds, he slowly closed his eyes and then turned his head away. As if that was the only way he could get himself to stop looking. My pussy felt hot. Smoldering hot. And it started to itch. I realized I was breathing heavily.
Without looking at me, my dad asked, "Why don't you masturbate?"
"I tried that," I admitted.
He swung his head toward me again and asked, "Really?" I could tell he was trying to focus on my face, but his eyes dropped down to my chest once more. I shifted my arm purposely and felt his button-down shirt slide a little further down. His eyes widened slightly and he pulled his gaze away. That made me smile.
"Yeah, really," I answered. Then I added, "It's not the same."
He nodded slowly and then tipped the beer up to his lips once more, but it was empty. He frowned at it and then got up from the couch and left the room. I stared at him as he walked away and was still staring when he walked back in, carrying a fresh one. His hand seemed to be shaking. When he got to his spot on the couch, he didn't sit down. Instead, taking one more long drink from the bottle, he looked at me. I stared up at him. He held my gaze as long as he could until his eyes finally dropped lower. To my chest. His breath caught but he didn't pull away.
Slowly, I followed his gaze, tilting my head down and looking at my own chest. Oh wow. My right breast was way more visible than I had realized. You couldn't quite see my nipple, but the entire top side of the mound was showing. I had to admit, it looked hot as hell. I felt sexy just then, wearing my daddy's shirt. When I lifted my head back up to look at him again, he was still staring at my chest. At my breast, that is. And I could tell he was breathing erratically.
He looked back at my face and held his eyes there. Finally, he whispered, "Do you want me to... do it for you?"
The pleasure that erupted in my crotch just then almost made me moan. Biting my lip again, I nodded up at him as my face split into a grin. Oh god yes, I wanted him to do it. My nodding grew more and more emphatic. I couldn't help it.
"Ok," he said, nodding slightly. Then he promptly tilted his beer back and chugged the rest of it. I almost laughed.
Making a snap decision, I hopped up from the couch, feeling his shirt jostle as I did. It fell further down my arm. Glancing down, I noticed that the flap of the shirt was resting on the edge of my tit, just shy of exposing my nipple. If I had unbuttoned just one more button, it would have been completely visible. Lifting my arm up to the third button, I carefully pushed at it, pinching the fabric while I twisted it, until the button popped through the hole. When I let it fall to the side, my nipple came into view. The areola was slightly puckered and the red tip was sticking out about a centimeter.
"Jesus," I heard my dad whisper from a few feet away.
Glancing up at him, my own eyes opened wide. The look on his face was pure lust. And he was openly staring at my exposed breast. I let him look for about ten seconds before promptly spinning on my heel and striding down the hall.
My dad cleared his throat behind me and then called, "Where are you going?"
Glancing over my bare shoulder at him, I said, "To my bedroom." When I reached my door, I called down to him, "You coming?"
Stepping into my bedroom, my nerves decided to attack just then. I started shaking, feeling a rush of blood in my head that made me sway on my feet as I stood just inside the threshold of my room, catching my breath. Stumbling to my bed, I reached it and spun around, sitting hard on my ass. Breathing heavily, I stared at my door in anticipation.
The floor creaked outside my room, announcing that my father had followed me. My heartbeat sped up and suddenly leapt into my throat. I swallowed. A jolt of pleasure burned in my crotch as I sat there nervously waiting for him to join me. I realized that I truly had no idea what was really about to happen. What was he about to do to me? How exactly was he going to... get me off?
Feeling dizzy, I watched as my father's form filled my doorway. For a minute, we just stared at each other. His chest was rising and falling quickly and I could tell that he was just as aroused as I was. My back hit the mattress as I fell backward. I didn't even remember moving. My legs were dangling over the side of the bed. In the process of falling back, the shirt had shifted, and I felt one side of it snugging up under my right breast. My fully exposed, right breast. When I glanced toward my father once more, his eyes were glued to my chest, open wide. His face was etched with lust. He started walking toward me and my heart beat even faster.
Without a word, I reached down and hooked my thumbs in my shorts, pulling them down as he approached the bed. He stopped a few feet away, watching me. When I got them off and let them drop to the floor, I slowly spread my legs a few inches. He took another step closer and I felt my body trembling. I stared at his face, but he was staring at my crotch. At my naked pussy. I had shaved that morning, so I knew he was getting quite a view.
With a visible shake of his entire body, my father sat on my bed beside me. He never took his eyes away from my crotch, but I kept watching his face, breathing short, gasping breaths. I was so worked up, I could feel something warm oozing from my vagina. As I stared at him, he lifted a hand and moved it toward my pussy. When he was just a few inches away from it, he paused, glancing at my face. Our eyes locked briefly and I felt my heart thud almost painfully. I didn't want to talk and risk breaking the enchantment. Fortunately, I didn't need to.
Daddy turned his attention back to my pussy and then, without a word, he reached his hand toward it and brushed his fingers along my lips. Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I reveled in the pleasure that his touch brought with it. Gently, he probed and fondled my pussy lips. They felt hot and excited, tingling from his touch. He was fondling me slowly, feeling his way around his own daughter's mound. After less than a minute, his caressing fingers diddled between the folds of my labia, tickling the sensitive flesh within. I gasped. Then he worked his way down, until he found my wet, oozing entrance. I felt him mash his fingers against my hole, fluid dripping out of me. A few seconds later, he worked his way up my canal once more, my lips parting for his fingers as he slid them upward.
My father's fingers danced across my clit and my hips bucked upward, involuntarily. I cried out, but bit my lip, trying hard to reign myself back down. I was so worked up and his touches felt so good, I realized that I could probably get off in seconds. But I didn't want it to be over so fast.
"Daddy?" I heard myself whimper his name.
He looked at my face while I breathed heavily, struggling to keep my eyes open while he continued to diddle my clit. After a few seconds, I whispered, "Can you do that... with... with your mouth?"
His eyes grew to about double in an instant and he opened his mouth, exhaling. He still had his fingers pressed against my clitoris, but they weren't moving. For eight heartbeats, we stared at each other. His face was full of arousal, and I was sure mine was too. But his hesitation didn't last long.
Pushing himself off the bed, my dad landed on his feet and spun toward me. His fingers were no longer touching my vagina but when I saw the glint in his eye as he stared at it, I knew I was about to get something way better than a fingering.
Licking his lips, my father slowly knelt beside the bed, between my legs. When his head was level with my pussy, I watched him try to catch his breath for a few seconds. Then, without a word, he leaned forward until I felt his cheeks brush against my inner thighs. His beard felt surprisingly soft against my skin, but it tickled. And that tickle added more fuel to my already aroused cunt. His breath lapped at my vagina before his lips reached it. I shivered, feeling a small gush of juice drain from me. His face moved forward slowly, my legs parting on their own to make room.
His tongue flicked out, touching my lips and sending a flurry of explosions up inside of me. I cried out softly, squirming. My dad pushed forward a little more until I felt his mouth surrounding my pussy.
And then my father started eating me out.
My body reacted instantly, and I felt my hips press upward, mashing my pussy against his mouth. His beard started feeling rough, but I didn't care. He opened his mouth wider, jabbing at my lips with his tongue. Opening and closing his mouth, my father began to devour me. He lapped and licked, curling his tongue and mashing it into my hole. I could feel my juice literally pouring out of me, but he didn't seem to mind. Hungrily, he at me out. He licked his way up between my labia, using tongue and lips simultaneously to create a gentle wake of pleasure. When he reached the top, his tongue swatted against my clit.
"DADDY!" I cried out, my hips bucking upward and mashing against his face again.
He didn't move. His tongue kept flitting back and forth over my clitoris, for nearly a minute. My arousal was pulsing within me and I could feel an orgasm trying to break free and explode. I felt my body trembling while he continued to pleasure me. His tongue started lapping up and down over my clit, moving faster. I felt his lips closing, clamping down and sucking gently at my crotch. My clitoris was swollen and sensitive as he continued to pleasure it.
Suddenly I realized that my father was breathing heavily, too. Through his nose. That didn't slow his pleasure-inducing tongue, though. He kept moving it, up and down, side to side, swirling around in tiny circles. He tickled my clit expertly and I was helpless to resist the orgasm that was raging within me, surging to the surface. My hips started to lift upward, but with my legs dangling over the side of the bed, I wasn't able to get them very high.
Daddy must have sensed my struggle, because I felt his hands press against my thighs and then slide underneath, cupping my ass. Then he started to lift me up in the air, his face pushing harder into my crotch. My thighs rested on his shoulders while my lower legs splayed out behind him, dangling in the air. The skin on my inner thighs started to burn where it was rubbing against his beard, but I hardly cared. His tongue started swirling around my clit, flicking it, licking it, while his mouth opened and closed hungrily around my lips.
My shoulders started sliding on the bed and I reached my arms out instinctively, grabbing hold of the sheets to try to stop myself from moving. But my dad's face kept pushing forward, his tongue still working its magic on my crotch. My heart was pounding in my chest. Pleasure swirled in the pit of my stomach, with arcs of current zinging off in every direction. My pussy was on fire as my orgasm grew in intensity and pressure. I was ready to explode.
Still sliding backward, I realized that my daddy was moving me on purpose. The bed shook as he put his knees on the edge. He never stopped his oral pleasure, though. His hands were warm as they cupped my butt cheeks, holding me steady while he continued pushing me backward, climbing further onto my bed. My body was at a complete forty-five degree angle and when I opened my eyes and up it, I saw my dad's eyes as he continued to ravage my cunt with his tongue. My entire body was gyrating urgently from the force of his feasting mouth. He looked impassioned, completely enthralled in what he was doing. He was breathing through his nose and his breath was hot as it played against my skin just above where his tongue was still tantalizing my clit.
My breasts were heaving as I breathed, both of them lolling to the sides of my chest. They bounced around as my body shuddered, chest swelling as I struggled to draw breath. The swirling vortex in my tummy tingled, growing stronger. My clit started throbbing as he continued to tickle his tongue against it. He was flitting the tip across it rapidly, still holding me high in the air. I realized I could hear him as he hungrily devoured me. Slurping sounds were coming from my crotch. He went at me relentlessly. I felt him starting to suck, his mouth clamping down around my lips. Harder, he squeezed. His tongue moved faster still, like a mini vibrator. The pleasure grew stronger still.
Spots appeared before my eyes as I struggled for breath, mouth open wide. I felt dizzy. Pleasure danced all up and down my body as my orgasm raced to the edge. I was close. Oh god I was close! Daddy's mouth clamped tighter and he started sucking again. I felt the pressure from it against my clit, even while his tongue batted against it. It felt hot. Extremely hot.
Gasping, I realized I was still clinging to the bed sheets. My hands clenched tighter, and every muscle in my body started to lock up. Even the muscles in my ass tensed. He must have sensed it because he squeezed my cheeks even harder, trying to hold me still. His tongue swirled and lapped, moving faster. I heard wet sounds as he started slurping, before I realized my pussy was leaking fluid rapidly. He pulled me even harder against his face, opening his mouth wider. His lapping tongue moved faster, but he was exploring a wider area. I felt him probing at my opening, licking at my juices as they flooded out of me. But he kept returning to my clit, flicking it.
Pleasure exploded in my cunt and before I could even think about it, my orgasm crashed through me. I let out a loud yell, moaning wildly as my body began to flail. My father dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, keeping me from keeling over, while my body thrashed. Wave after wave of pleasure emanated from my pussy, surging up my body. My tits bounced helplessly as my body convulsed in his arms. I was making mewling noises, moaning, gasping. Electrical explosions went off in my brain. The burning where his beard met my thighs started to tingle as my legs involuntarily squeezed around his face. My breasts were tingling all the way up to my nipples. Sucking in as much air as I could, I gasped again.
Meanwhile my father continued to ravage my pussy with his mouth. His tongue was mostly focused on my clitoris again, swatting it and licking around it. Juice was leaking from my opening so heavily, I was sure it must be dripping down onto my bed. I didn't care. I was in the middle of the most powerful orgasm I had ever had.
The pleasure raged for ages. I don't even know how long. Somehow my dad continued to hold me upright, my shoulders and head the only parts of my body making actual contact with my bed. He licked my pussy until my orgasm finally abated. My muscles went slack. He sensed the end of my climax and finally pulled his mouth away from my cunt, then gently let me down until my body sank into the mattress. Everything still tingled. I was breathing heavily. For a long time, I just tried to catch my breath.
Finally, opening my eyes, I stared at my father. The expression on his face was one I had never seen on him before. He was staring at my body. I still had his shirt on, but in the throes of passion during my orgasm, the other side had slid off my shoulder as well. One of my breasts was fully exposed and the other was uncovered up to the nipple. There were only two more buttons holding it together. He licked his lips as he admired my body and I shivered at his gaze.
Glancing down, I saw that he was kneeling on my bed. His body heaved as he drew in deep, ragged breaths. When I looked at his crotch, my eyes widened. Oh my! Daddy was hard and his boner was making his pants pitch outward. Slowly lifting head and looking at his face, our eyes locked. His mouth was open and he was still breathing heavily. Daddy was really worked up.
A wicked grin split my face in two.
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Chapter Five.
My body was tingling from the extremely potent orgasm my father had just given me with his mouth. Despite that, I felt a deep, almost feral arousal still resonating within me. He knelt on my bed, between my feet, openly staring at my mostly naked body. My button-down shirt (well, technically his shirt) was still wrapped around my midsection, one breast fully exposed and the other halfway revealed. He had an erection that was pressing urgently against his jeans, creating an inviting bulge that seemed to be calling to me. I shuddered as an aftershock from my orgasm sent a tingle from my pussy to my stomach. A single thought fluttered through my mind. The thought that was causing the grin that stretched from ear to ear.
"Daddy?" I whispered.
He slowly lifted his eyes from staring at my mostly naked body up to my face. He was breathing heavily, mouth open. "What?" he asked hoarsely.
"Will you have sex with me?" I asked, not trying to be subtle. He closed his eyes and his lips started moving, as if he was praying silently. When he didn't respond after a few seconds, I whimpered, "Please?"
He opened his eyes, staring at me. His face looked pained. Shaking his head slowly, he whispered, "Fuck Danielle, you have no idea how badly I want to..."
His admission made my pussy thrum with a pulse of pleasure that took my breath away. Whispering, I said, "Do it."
My dad groaned, closing his eyes again. Unable to resist, I lifted one of my feet up to his crotch and pressed it against his erection. That made him flinch, but he didn't pull away. Slowly moving my foot up and down, I felt heat radiating from his cock. "Please daddy," I whispered, while my foot continued to tantalize him. He was breathing heavily. "I want to feel you inside of me," I said quietly.
He didn't say a word, his body rigid while I rubbed my foot up and down his very hard penis. I could feel it growing warmer and warmer as the seconds ticked by. Although he still wasn't responding to me verbally, he hadn't done anything to make me stop what I was doing. So I whispered more encouragement, "I know you want it, too."
With a growl, my dad muttered, "Fucking christ Danielle. You're like a goddamn drug."
That made me smile. Still rubbing his cock with my foot, I tried to pitch my voice seductively as I said, "Then get inside of me."
He started shaking while I stroked him. I could tell his barriers were weakening. I hoped they were, at least. Otherwise, he was going to have an orgasm just like this and never fuck me like I wanted him to. I considered stopping my foot rubbing, but he shifted on his own, pulling his hips back. My foot fell to the bed with a soft thump.
My father sighed and then, without saying another word, he reached down and started unbuttoning his jeans. A few seconds later, he was sliding them down his legs and around his bent knees. When he straightened between my legs once more, he was naked from the waist down and his cock was sticking out before him. It looked extremely taut, with a slightly purple cast to it. The tip was glistening. For a split second, I considered rubbing it with my foot again, just to see how he would react to the sensation. Instead, I stared at it, feeling my pussy getting hot, liquid seeping from my opening. My father quickly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a naked chest that made my mouth water. He was quite muscular. When he leaned forward and started shuffling toward me, I gasped softly. This was really happening.
Spreading my legs as my father crawled closer to me, he slid his knees in between them. Then he reached out and took hold of the still-clinging shirt that was wrapped around me. My breath caught as I stared at him, my heart thrumming rapidly. With a strong yank, my dad pulled the shirt apart and I heard the remaining buttons snap as they broke free of the fabric. He threw the two flaps to the sides, revealing my naked body in its entirety. As he gazed down at me, his nostrils flared wildly. I squirmed beneath his scrutiny, my pussy getting even wetter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock twitch between his legs, as if it, too, was eager for what was about to happen.
My dad leaned forward, nestling himself between my thighs. His cock wasn't quite lined up with my pussy yet, but I realized that he was lowering his face toward my chest. Toward my breasts. Oh god. When he took one of my nipples between his lips and started sucking on it, pleasure burst in my chest and I cried out, moaning. Jesus that felt good! His body writhed between my legs, and I felt him rocking himself a little. He spent the next thirty seconds getting me extremely worked up as he sucked and licked my nipple. It felt hard and elongated, tingling every time his tongue brushed against it. I was whimpering at the attention.
He let go of my nipple and then ran his lips and tongue down the side of my breast into the valley of my cleavage. He continued kissing his way across and up the side of my right breast, taking that nipple into his mouth when he reached the crest. I cried out again as new pleasure exploded in my chest. My body started wriggling around as it filled with arousal. He spent a little longer on the second breast and, by the time he lifted his head up off my chest, I was breathing raggedly and my body would not hold still. I snaked my legs around, bending them and placing the heels of my feet on his calves. God I needed him inside me.
Seeming to take my cue, my father's body started sliding forward. My legs pushed further apart, but I tightened down my grip and held my heels right where they were. My thighs stung as his legs brushed against the inside of them. They were sensitive from where his beard had given me a mild friction burn. But the thought barely had time to thicken in my head as he moved forward. Gasping, I felt his cock press against my vagina. It was extremely hot. He held it there, and I could feel him prodding gently, but not enough to move into me. He was breathing heavily, his body a few inches above my breasts as he propped himself up with his hands.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked suddenly.
"Would it matter either way?" I answered, frowning up at him. I tensed, bracing myself to cling to him if he tried to pull away. My pussy was pulsing with heat as the tip of his cock remained pressed against it. He still hadn't consummated this taboo activity. There was still a way to turn back. But I didn't want to. I wanted my daddy to fuck me.
"Kinda," he answered, shrugging.
I grinned at him and then whispered, "Fuck me and find out."
He stared at me, eyes opening wide at my lewd comment. But he seemed to be considering. Finally, he closed his eyes and then I felt him pushing forward. His cock broke through my opening easily. I was too wet for my vagina to offer any sort of resistance, despite his massive size. As he filled me, my eyes fluttered closed and my mouth crept open. My god that felt so good! His cock sank deeper and deeper, pleasure following along with it. After he was halfway in, he held still. I opened my eyes, gasping at the onslaught of sensation. I could feel the sides of his penis pressing against my walls. His eyes opened, too, and looked down at me. Our gazes locked, his body shifted, and I felt his cock digging into my pussy as he slowly went deeper.
I couldn't help but giggle, shaking my head at him as I whispered, "No daddy, I'm not a virgin." I had lost my virginity last year, when I was eighteen.
He sucked in sharply through his nose and then something seemed to break loose within him. He bucked his hips forward with one hard thrust and my eyes opened wide as I felt his cock slide all the way in. Deeper than any cock had ever penetrated me. I choked as the wind was squeezed out of me. Opening and closing my mouth, I could feel a deep, pulsing tingle vibrating within me, where the head of his cock was buried.
My dad started pulling backward and that tingle seemed to follow his cock all the way to the entrance. The inner walls of my vagina closed in its wake, contracting as if the muscle was reflexively clenching after the strain of being stretched to the limit. Able to breathe again, I started gasping. The tingling grew stronger still, making me open my eyes even wider. My mouth opened to moan but nothing came out. My pussy felt like it was boiling. My lips were parted wide and I couldn't get them to close. Pleasure pulsed stronger still.
When he pushed inside me again, I felt my pussy expanding once more as his cock nestled deep. Wild sparks of tickling pleasure exploded where he forced my walls to widen and I whimpered. He held himself there, buried in me, breathing heavily. Then he whispered, "Fuck you're tight." For several heartbeats, he didn't move. Finally, his hips started sliding again and just like that, my father started fucking me. In and out, he buried himself inside me. Each thrust made me cry out in pleasure. Oh jesus it felt so intense! So good!
"Yesss, daddy, mmmm," I moaned.
He grunted and then whispered a curse, "Fuck." His body dropped down against mine and I felt my breasts flatten against his chest. My nipples tingled like crazy where they made contact with his skin. The sensation made me gasp and suddenly my body shook as another orgasm stirred deep within my pussy, right where my father's cock was prodding me. I had no idea I could get so stimulated through my nipples like that, in the middle of sex! My feet were still hooked around his legs, digging into his calves as he plowed me. In and out he pushed, grunting and breathing hard. He wrapped his arms under my back and snaked his hands around my shoulders, using the leverage to rock himself even harder into me.
My god my father was big. I swear I could feel the very contours of his cock as he plunged it into my pussy over and over again. My orgasm welled within me, filling my entire body with pleasure, ready to explode. His pelvis smacked against mine with every forward thrust and his cock plunged inside, filling me over and over. Somehow, my orgasm kept getting stronger without hitting the release point, the sensations growing with every full thrust of his cock.
I started making funny sounding moans, like no sound I had ever made before. It sounded like I was whining while my body shuddered. Forward and back my dad pushed his body atop mine. My tits rolled around, pinned against his chest. The stimulation on my nipples from the motion was only adding to the experience. The fatty skin from the sides of my breasts squished out from between us, hanging over the edges of my chest. And he... just... kept... fucking... me.
One of my moans came out as a quiet scream, turning into a whimper as the pleasure started becoming too intense. My orgasm had started. It was an intoxicating overload. But his thrusting slowed and then I heard him whisper down to me, "You ok?"
I was nodding up at him, trying to talk. My breath was gone, so it was difficult to speak. "Yeah daddy," I whispered. "I'm just... already... having... an orgasm," I gasped between breaths.
"Jesus," he said, and I felt his thrusting immediately slow even further.
Shaking my head, I dug my heels into the backs of his legs while whispering, "Keep going."
Without hesitating, my father started thrusting again. Faster and faster he moved, our bodies slapping together at the waist with every push. I felt his cock gliding easily in and out of my cunt, railing me. It felt amazing. It felt so good, I couldn't even remember what previous times of fucking other boys had felt like. Relentlessly, my father rocked himself in and out of me. In and out. Forward and back. He moved faster, grunting above me.
Just then, I felt my father pushing himself up from my chest. My breasts lolled to the sides as they were set free. I was gasping and I felt his thrusting slowing down. No! My orgasm was tapering down, but at the same time, I felt something else happening inside my pussy. With a shock, I realized that there was more to come. Another orgasm was churning within me. That last one had just been a teaser. I could tell that something bigger was waiting for me. Something earth shattering. I felt desperate to reach the new heights of orgasm that beckoned to me from above.
But he was wriggling between my legs, like he was about to pull out of me. Clamping my legs even harder against his calves, I started bending my knees, sliding my feet up his legs, pulling him hard against me. He was still rocking his cock into me, if slower than before. When my feet slid up onto his butt cheeks, I squeezed him tighter still. Somehow the way my legs were bent was making his penetration hit me differently. His massive cock continued to plunge into me, expanding and contracting my walls with each complete undulation. The sensation was driving me mad.
The pleasure had reached fever pitch. Sweat poured down my face as I tensed my muscles. Still holding my feet hard against my father's ass, I felt it getting close. So close! Whimpering, I announced, "I'm going to cum again!"
"Fuck Danielle!" my father said, sounding desperate. He slowed his thrusting again.
"KEEP GOING!" I yelled, begging him. My hips tried to buck upward, and I felt his cock sink into me over and over. It was much harder for me to do it from where I lay beneath him. He started speeding up again. "Yesss!" I hissed, writhing beneath him, undulating my hips upward, trying to force him even deeper inside me.
My father's hips lifted as he shifted a little and then he started drilling himself into me once more, hard and fast. A rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound reached my ears as his pelvis smacked against mine over and over. Instinctively, I tensed my leg muscles, digging the heels of my feet into his butt cheeks to keep him from stopping. I was panting, breathing heavily from the effort. He was breathing hard, too.
My third orgasm was right on the brink. Muscles started to lock up everywhere. My back arched up, my head craned backward. Even my arms lurched up, wrapping around my dad's torso. My nails dug into his back and I started shaking. I could feel my pussy leaking juice at a crazy rate. I had never been so wet before.
"I'm so close!" I whimpered, struggling to get myself off as he fucked me. I was shaking uncontrollably. Digging my nails into the skin of my father's back, I dragged them down, hard.
Daddy's body tensed suddenly and his hips started moving more urgently. His thrusting grew even more intense. I cried out, "UHHHHH AHHHH!!" The pleasure skyrocketed. My orgasm swirled, ready to burst. I needed it to.
His body stopped thrusting abruptly and then he was pushing his hips backward. I squeezed my legs tighter, holding him in place. I was just a few seconds away from my orgasm starting. He growled and said urgently, "LET ME GO!"
"DON'T STOP, DADDY!" I cried out loudly, still squeezing my legs and feet against him, forcing him to sink into me once more. He started moving again instinctively. My pussy itself was trembling.
He was breathing heavily, still plunging in and out of me, like he couldn't help it, despite his resistance. His head tilted down as if he didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore. Then he whispered sharply, "I'm going to cum in you!" His body was tense between my legs.
When I felt him pushing harder against my grip, trying to pull out of me, I mustered every ounce of strength I could to feed my leg muscles and clamp down tightly, keeping daddy inside me.
"DANIELLE!" he called my name urgently.
I felt his cock getting swollen within me and heating up. Just. A. Few. More. SECONDS! Grunting with effort, I clung to my daddy's resisting body. My pussy was clamping down, as if it was trying to eat his cock. He started shaking and his hands dug into my shoulders.
Suddenly my pussy literally exploded. Pleasure blossomed and expanded outward like a wave of electricity. It made me gasp. My body spasmed and I felt my feet slip off my father's ass as my legs forced themselves straight. My dad's hips yanked back and I felt his cock fleeing my cunt in a rush.
"GAAAAHHHHHH!!" my father bellowed just as his cock sprang free of my pussy. A searing rope of cum painted its way up my body, from my clit to my chest, as he started spewing his load. A second stream erupted just as he took hold of his cock and aimed it toward my breasts. My own orgasm was raging within me, even as I stared down my body and watched my dad unload himself all over me. I lost count of how many times he expelled cum from his tip. My tits and stomach were covered in it, and I felt it dripping in just about every direction at once.
Daddy continued to spew his load on me for what felt like five minutes. When he was finally spent, he collapsed, rolling just a little and wrapping his legs around one of my thighs. I could feel his hot cock twitching against my leg as he clung to me. Glancing once more at the scene, I gasped when I saw how much cum was sticking to my body. My breasts were shiny from it. So was my stomach.
Finally my orgasm left me. Breathing hard, I lay in silence, unable to move. My body felt pleasantly numb. Dad was breathing heavily right next to me. Slowly, he climbed all the way off me and rolled onto his back, panting as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Fucking hell," he muttered.
Neither of us said anything after that. We just continued breathing heavily while our bodies calmed back down. Every minute or so, our bodies trembled as one. I felt wet. Inside and out. But I didn't mind. I felt daddy's cum beginning to dry as I drifted off to sleep. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. So I just closed my eyes, smiling and content.
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Chapter Six.
My dad had sex with me. Holy shit, my daddy fucked me! It had been two weeks, and I still couldn't stop thinking about it. Every night as I tried to fall asleep, the entire scene replayed in my head over and over. I masturbated several times, but it just wasn't the same. Not by a mile. The orgasm I had while my father had his cock in me was like none I had ever experienced. And I knew I was completely addicted.
The trouble was, he was being his usual back-offish self about the whole thing. In the heat of the moment, he didn't seem to have any protest. But afterwards, he always seemed to go back to being all prim and proper. I was reluctant to bring it up because I was afraid he would try to force me to stop talking about it altogether. Didn't he realize how addicted to him I was?
I reached a point where I couldn't stand it anymore. It had been over two weeks and my body craved the attention it got last time. Deep down, I knew it was my father's cock that I craved. One way or another. It was Sunday, so we pretty much had the whole day free. After taking a shower that morning, I decided I wanted to dress for the occasion.
Digging through my dresser, I found what I was after. It was a black, body-hugging shirt that doubled as a dress. It was long enough that it covered my ass, but only just. In most settings, the shirt called for pants to be worn along with it, but today was special. It had long black sleeves and a huge opening in the front that made a sort of U shape, uncovering the inner thirds of my boobs. Snugging it over my bosom, I adjusted it and shifted my breasts until I was happy with how much cleavage was on display. My two melons almost touched in the middle, and the bottom of the U was pointed just slightly, which showed a subtle hint of the lower curves of my tits as well. Checking myself out in the mirror afterwards, I smiled. If this dress didn't get my daddy rock hard, I didn't know what would.
Not bothering to put on any panties, I made my way into the kitchen where I found my dad busily making lunch. He was wearing light blue, faded jeans and a white t-shirt. I decided that was an incredibly sexy look on him. His biceps were nicely on display as he worked over the counter. There was a pot simmering on the stove right next to him and whatever he was cooking smelled delicious.
"Hi daddy," I said softly from behind him.
"Hey there," he said without looking at me. He was chopping up an onion.
Pursing my lips together, I stared at my father's back. Well, his butt, really. I wanted him to see my outfit. He finished chopping the onion and I watched as he scooped it up and dropped the pile into the pot on the stove. He stirred whatever it was and then put the lid on it before stepping to the sink and washing his hands.
I decided to try to start a conversation. Maybe that would get him to turn around. "I've been thinking," I said.
My dad turned off the faucet and quickly dried his hands on a towel sitting on the counter. Then he finally turned to look at me. And froze. For a second, I thought his jaw was going to drop. His eyes certainly did as he unmistakably checked out my bosom with all that cleavage on display. Just for him. I almost smiled, but managed to hold it in. If he thought I was messing with him, he would probably demand that I go change.
Before he had a chance to say anything, I shifted, purposely pushing my tits together, and then said again, "I've been thinking."
His eyes paused, still staring at my chest, before he lifted them to meet mine. He swallowed and then asked, "About what?"
Shrugging, I looked away from him, making sure to flutter my eyelashes as I said, "I dunno. Just stuff."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds and when I glanced at his face, he was staring at my tits again. Perfect. He saw me looking so he turned his head away. Then he went back to the pot on the stove and took the lid off, giving it a stir. I decided he was just doing that to avoid staring at me.
"Is that all you wanted to say?" he asked, without turning.
I stepped closer to him. Then I said simply, "No."
My dad put the lid back on the pot, turning the heat down so it could simmer, and then slowly turned around to face me. His eyes betrayed him again and he looked right down into my cleavage. I watched his nostrils flare slightly and then he swallowed once more before finally looking at my face. I stared at him intently, hoping he would read what I wanted to ask by my expression alone. He swallowed once more and then he said, "I think I know where this is going."
Biting my lip to keep from smiling, I rolled my eyes at him. I was standing just a foot and a half away from him. As I stared at his eyes, I swear he was straining to keep his from drooping down and checking out my bosom again. And that thought made my pussy start to get warm.
"Is that so bad?" I asked.
He shook his head slightly and then stepped around me, pointedly not looking at my breasts. As he walked past me, he said, "We can't keep doing those things, Danielle."
Turning, I watched him head toward the hallway. "You always say that," I called after him.
"And I always mean it," he called back without turning.
I went after him, following him into the living room. When I rounded the corner, he was bent over to grab the remote off the table in front of the couch. He was just turning toward the couch when I said, "And yet..." He stopped, tilting his head toward me. His eyes zeroed in on my boobs. Breathing in deep, I finished my thought, "...we always end up doing it anyway."
His eyes flicked up to mine and he said softly, "That's because you always pressure me." Then he turned and sat down on the couch with a sigh. As soon as he was situated, he asked, "Why is this so important to you anyway?"
Frowning at him, I lifted my arms and crossed them under my breasts. His eyes twitched, glancing at them and then back up to my face. I pretended not to notice as I said, "It's not about it being 'important', daddy."
"What is it, then?" he asked, furrowing his brows. He was still looking at me, and I could tell his eyes kept wanting to wander down. I lifted my arms a bit, making my boobs push up a little higher. He looked away from me, at the tv that wasn't even on.
"I'm addicted," I said softly.
"To what?" he asked, looking back at my face.
I took a step into the living room, toward him. His eyes followed me. He was clearly having difficulty not letting them look lower. When I was a few feet in front of him, I looked down at his face and whispered, "To you."
"Oh," he said, clamping his mouth shut and swallowing. I held his gaze for a long time. Half a minute went by. It felt like we were in a staring contest. Slowly, I leaned forward, knowing full well what that would do to my tits. My cleavage was only two feet from his face.
Finally, his eyes shifted down and from his angle, I knew he would have a nice view right down my shirt. I realized I was breathing heavily, and it wasn't just part of the act. I was aroused. Slowly pulling my arms apart, I let go of my tits and was rewarded with my father inhaling sharply through his nose. He still hadn't pulled his eyes away from my chest.
"I want to have sex again," I whispered seductively.
That broke through his enchantment. With a shake of his head, my father wrenched his eyes away from my bosom and then growled my name, "Danielle." It was a warning and I knew it.
Pouting, I said, "Please, daddy?"
"No," he said immediately and without looking at me.
I wasn't ready to take no for an answer, though. Taking a step closer, I knelt in front of him on the floor, until my chest was even with his knees. "Fine," I said. When he looked across his legs at me, I knew he was staring at my face and my tits at the same time. Then I asked gently, "Then can I at least... play with you a little?"
He gasped and then hissed, "For fuck's sake!" I had just slid my hand along his leg to his cock and started rubbing it.
"What's wrong with us... playing?" I asked, slowly running my fingers up and down the warm bulge in his pants. I couldn't tell if he was hard or not.
Shaking his head at me, he whispered, "It's just... not right."
Still pouting, I continued rubbing my father's penis through his jeans. He shifted slightly on the couch. Then I said, "Look at me, daddy."
He lifted his eyes until they locked onto mine. I smiled at him while my hand continued to caress his penis. Every few seconds, his gaze dropped down, glancing at my hand rubbing his cock. Which, I might add, was rapidly getting hard.
"Answer this honestly," I said. He nodded at me, so I asked, "Do you really think there's something wrong... with this?" I nodded toward where my hand was rubbing his cock.
He sighed and, instead of answering, he closed his eyes. I kept rubbing him, feeling his cock stiffen beneath my caressing fingers. Finally, he spoke softly, "I don't know."
"Does this feel good?" I asked, just as softly.
"Of course it feels good," he answered, his eyes fluttering open. Then he shifted his hips and I felt his cock slide a little inside his jeans.
I went on, relentless, "Don't you think your body would warn you if you weren't supposed to do it?" My hand started moving a little faster. Then I added, "You know, like make it... not feel good, or something?"
My dad's breathing was coming in shorter breaths. But he shook his head and said, "That's some twisted logic."
A smirk made its way onto my lips, but I didn't say anything. I was still rubbing his cock and he hadn't made me stop. That was a good sign. Lifting my other hand to his crotch, I slowly started pulling down his zipper. Still no protest. I unbuttoned his jeans and then started tugging at them until he finally relented and lifted his ass off the couch so I could pull them down.
Ten seconds later, I managed to get my dad out of his jeans completely. When I brought my head back to his lap, I smiled at the large, twitching erection that was staring at me. Licking my lips, I said softly, "I just want a little taste, daddy."
The words sounded naughty in my own ears, but he didn't protest. So I went down on him. The second my lips came in contact with the head of his cock, my dad started moaning. Applying a little pressure, I let it gently part my lips and I felt it slowly filling my mouth. His cock tasted salty, which I loved. Flicking my tongue across the tip, my dad's moans grew louder. Then I carefully tickled my way down the head while pushing my lips further down his shaft, until the tip of my tongue danced along the little indentation of skin where the tip met the staff.
"Fuck," he whispered, moaning. He shifted his butt on the couch and I felt his cock starting to twitch in my mouth.
"Mmmmm," I purred around his shaft and then started lifting my head a few inches. With my tongue splayed out, I went down again, letting it glide along the underside of his cock. Up and down, I quickly worked myself into a rhythm. His moans told me he was enjoying it thoroughly. And I was too, for that matter. My pussy was throbbing with pleasure that I needed to attend to soon.
For the next ten minutes, I ravished my father's cock. It was near dripping with saliva, which only told me how incredibly worked up I was. Up and down, I blew him. My tongue started venturing out, sweeping along the sides. I twisted my head at an angle, going down and feeling the tip of his dick dig into my cheek, poking it out. I twisted it the other way as I sped up my movement. My head bobbing faster and faster, I heard my daddy's breathing get shallower and shallower. His cock was twitching more frequently, too. It felt like it had its own heartbeat. Deeper I took him, until the tip tickled my uvula, nearly making me gag. I didn't care. I went at it with more vigor, placing both hands on his thighs for leverage. Faster. I heard myself moaning around his shaft as my own pleasure heightened. My clit was tingling like mad. I desperately needed to touch it. But not yet.
I had something else I wanted to do first.
As soon as I felt my dad's hands grab hold of mine and squeeze, I knew he was close. As much as I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I forced myself to disengage. Pulling my head up, I kept my lips clamped shut until his penis slipped past my lips and sprang free, bouncing wildly. He gasped when I did that and his hands gripped even tighter, like he was about to have an orgasm. I stared at his twitching cock, willing it to stave off the urgent climax that I knew was trying to work its way up the shaft. Maybe I had taken the blowjob too far. I honestly would not have minded if he came right then, but he managed to hold on (bless his heart).
With a stupid grin filling my face, I pushed myself up. He let go of my hands and opened his eyes, staring up at me. He probably thought I was going to try to fuck him. Reaching down my body, I grabbed the hem of my dress and started rolling it up my body. When my pussy was visible, his eyes focused on it and went wide. Then he licked his lips and for a second, I thought about climbing my way up his body and straddling his face so he could eat me out. The thought of creaming daddy's face again made me even wetter. But no. That wasn't what I wanted, either.
When I got my dress rolled up to my tits, I shimmied it left and right and tugged it up and over them, then finally off. Tossing it aside, I grinned down at my dad's face. He was openly staring at my tits like a good boy. The thought made my grin widen. Then, squatting down, I leaned closer to his crotch once more. When I was close enough, I reached down and took hold of my breasts, pulling them apart from each other. Pushing my chest toward his cock, I let my jugs surround it.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked urgently.
Without looking at his face, I whispered, "Something I've always wanted to try." When I applied inward pressure, my boobs squeezed around my father's cock, making it disappear from view.
"Jesus, Danielle," he breathed hotly.
Then I started to fuck my dad with my tits. Up and down I made my body move, mainly just by leaning forward and back from my waist. I felt his penis sliding between them. It caught on my skin a little from the friction. Pausing, I frowned down between my cleavage. I could see just the tip of his cock nestled in between my melons. They looked even bigger when surrounding him like this. Finally, I reached out and took hold of his hands, bringing them up to my breasts. "Hold these," I said. When I took my own hands away, my father held his there, still squeezing them together.
I reached one hand down between my legs and started fingering myself. Pleasure exploded in my crotch. And, as expected, a deluge of fluid poured out of me, immediately coating my fingers. Quickly lifting my hand back to my chest, I shoved it down inside my cleavage, painting the inner swells of my breasts with my own pussy juice. Several times in a row, I repeated this, until my tits were nice and lubricated. Then I started moving again, leaning forward then back. I felt my dad's cock gliding without friction between the soft mountains of flesh that were my tits. His moans started up again.
Every minute or so, I added more juice to my breasts, to keep it greased. Daddy held onto my tits for me the entire time while I continued to fuck him with my cleavage. His breathing was getting shallower and shallower.
"Jesus, Danielle," he whispered, repeating the same thing he said a few minutes ago.
My clit was tingling so urgently, I finally gave in and started diddling myself. That made me start moaning, too. My other hand continued to relubricate the channel of flesh that my father's cock was gliding along. The whole thing was wildly erotic for me. The only problem was, my neck was staring to ache. And my back. Plus... I wanted to try this in a different position.
"Daddy?" I whispered to him, without slowing my up and down motion. His cock continued to plunge along my cleavage, the tip popping out every thrust, then disappearing into my flesh once more.
"Huh?" he grunted.
Biting my lip, I looked up at him, slowing my movement. He stared back at me and raised an eyebrow. Then I asked him, "Will you do this to me in my bed?"
"Ok," he said, without hesitating. That made me smile.
Pushing myself up, his penis slid out the bottom of my cleavage and bounced back and forth a few times before coming to a stop, pointing directly at my tits. I stood and stretched my back. Then, with a grin, I reached down and took his hand, helping him to his feet. He followed me to my room and, as soon as I got past the door, I let go of his hand and ran to my bed, jumping on it and flopping onto my back. For a brief moment, I felt a little embarrassed about being completely naked, but I was so worked up, it barely registered. Scooting across the sheets, I propped my head up with three pillows. When I looked over at my dad, he was staring at my breasts with lust. That made me squirm as I waited.
My father stepped up to the side of my bed, still gazing at my naked body with a hungry look in his eyes. I shivered, squirming in bed as he climbed onto it. My eyes were riveted on his cock, which was taut and had a slight sheen to it. The tip looked damp. He got up on his knees as he shambled toward me. My pussy was tingling like mad. This whole scene was crazy erotic to me.
When he reached my feet, I stared at him, waiting for him to climb onto me and bury his cock in my cleavage once more. To my surprise, instead of moving right to it, he grabbed my feet and pulled them apart, spreading my legs. Then, almost before I could react, my dad leaned forward and lowered his head between my legs toward my crotch. I hadn't been expecting it, but as soon as I saw what he was doing, I started moaning.
Daddy's lips connected with my pussy and sparks erupted. His mouth was opening and closing around my mound immediately, his tongue flitting out and lapping at my lips. Within seconds, he was full-on eating me out. And it was heaven. I felt my juice oozing from my opening, which he promptly started lapping with his tongue. I squirmed, feeling my arousal skyrocket. Expertly, he explored my vagina, licking and lapping his way up and down, flicking his tongue against my clitoris, slurping his way back down to my opening.
Suddenly, an urgent tingle erupted in the middle of my clit. My dad seemed to sense it because his tongue was there, flicking back and forth across it. He sucked in, pulling my clit between his lips and clamping down on it. Then his tongue was swatting the end of it, up and down, side to side. The tingle grew stronger and I felt my butt lift from the bed. My hands were clenched into fists and I stopped breathing.
Just then, my dad's face shot up out of my crotch. He was gasping for air. Opening my eyes, I stared down at him and saw that his cheeks, chin and lips were glistening with juice. He sucked in several shallow breaths, sounding like he had just broken the surface of a pool after being under for too long. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts and then, with a growl, daddy started clambering his way up my body. When his face neared my chest, he dove in between my breasts, nestling his cheeks into my thick cleavage. I cried out in pleasure. He wasn't even touching my nipples, yet the excitement of the whole thing was driving me insane. Not to mention the fact that my clitoris was still tingling like mad, an orgasm seething just beneath the surface.
My dad licked and sucked the skin between my breasts, slathering each of them with a mixture of my pussy juice and his natural saliva. It felt like he was in a frenzy. His head turned to the side and then his lips clamped down on the side of my left breast. I felt his tongue licking while his lips sucked. He mouthed his way up the side of my breast and over the top. Then he moved right over my nipple and my body convulsed, arousal surging directly from my tit to my pussy. I cried out, moaning. For a minute, he worried at my nipple with his lips and teeth, until it was ripely plump. Then he sucked it deep into his mouth, the pressure sending yet more ripples of pleasure down my body in little pulses. I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Squirming beneath him, my pussy and nipple throbbed in unison, pleasure exploding at each extremity.
"Daddy..." I moaned.
I felt his hands close around my breast and he gently began kneading it while he continued to suck on my nipple. Several times, he used enough pressure with his lips that it started to hurt a little, but the pleasure was stronger than the pain and my body started thrashing. The tingle in my clit grew stronger. It dawned on me that, for the first time in my life, I thought I was about to have an orgasm from nipple stimulation alone. Squeezing my thighs together, I felt my ass rise from my bed. I gasped as daddy kept sucking. His hands squeezed and pressed at my tit from all sides.
With a smack of his lips, my father lifted his head from my breast and released my nipple. I cried out yet again. My nipple continued to tingle like mad, and so did my pussy. I was breathing heavily, panting out each gasping breath. Suddenly he was moving, climbing onto me. Onto my stomach, where he straddled me, placing a knee on the bed on either side of my body. It was hard to focus, but I stared up at him and then tilted my head to look down my own body. His cock looked harder than I could ever remember as it swayed between his legs, hovering above my breasts. I realized the nipple he had been sucking on was considerably longer than the other, jutting out half an inch from the top of my boob. And it looked red and swollen.
My dad leaned forward, reaching down to grab my tits with his hands. He pulled them to the sides and then I watched as his mammoth cock slid into the canyon between them. It felt hot against my skin. Once he had it there, he pushed his hands inward, causing my tits to mash together and envelop his cock within.
"Oh, daddy," I cooed, giddy with pleasure and excitement.
Then he started to fuck my tits. He struggled a little at first, until he found the right balance with his knees. He squeezed my boobs with his hands and then he really got into it, thrusting his hips forward and back, his cock penetrating the voluminous chasm between my breasts. The motion made them knead together every time he pulled back. I was rewarded with the tip of his boner poking through the top of my cleavage with each thrust. He almost reached my chin every time he pushed forward. If I lifted my head forward a little more, I was sure I could take at least the tip in my mouth. He continued, rocking his body back and forth, letting his cock glide along my canyon. It wasn't exactly stimulating for me. Not like it would be if he was rubbing my clit or sucking my nipple. But the sheer erotic nature of what we were doing was so mentally gratifying that I felt like I could almost have an orgasm without doing anything else. Almost. But not quite.
So I did exactly what I felt compelled to do. I reached a hand down my body, snaking it under his leg, and probed my way between my own legs. My pussy was sopping wet and still dripping. Tickling my way through the folds of my lips, I worked my finger toward my opening. Once there, I poked the tip inside. The angle was a little awkward with my father straddling my stomach, but I managed it. Wrapping my other fingers around my mound, I used my middle finger to penetrate my pussy. Then, while my daddy continued humping my breasts, I started fingering myself.
It took less than a minute before I felt my orgasm rising in pitch, ready to explode. I was gasping, moaning. So was my dad, for that matter. When I looked up at his face, I saw that it was etched with lust. His mouth was twisted with arousal, his eyes glazed. All the while, he was staring at my breasts while he continued to fuck them, forcing his cock to plunge through my cleavage over and over again. He had started kneading them, too, rolling them against each other, pushing and pulling repeatedly.
Just then, I felt his thumbs move across the tops of my tits. Squeezing my skin, he stretched out his fingers until the pads of his thumbs reached my nipples. Both at the same time. The second he pressed down on them, my mouth opened wide and I let out a loud, bellowing moan of pleasure.
At the same time, my pussy started tingling from within, where my fingertip was tickling the top of my canal as I plunged it in and out. My orgasm was about to start. My breath caught. I felt my entire body heaving as my father thrust his hips forward and back. His cock kept plunging along my cleavage, poking out near my mouth again and again. I felt dizzy from all the stimulation happening at once. I realized he was breathing heavily, too. Extremely heavily. And he was shaking.
"Do you like this daddy?" I asked in a breathy voice while he continued to pump his cock between my tits.
Between breaths, he whispered, "It feels amazing."
"Are you close?" I heard myself ask.
"Yeah," he said, gasping.
"Cum on my face, daddy," I said. The words sounded incredibly erotic in my head.
"Jesus, Danielle," he said again, moaning loudly. Then he started moving even faster.
"That's it daddy," I said, encouraging him. "Ride my tits." My own words were so audacious that I felt like one of those girls in a porn flick. This was so naughty and kinky!
"Huhhhnnnn," he moaned.
Whimpering, I said, "Please daddy..." Lifting my gaze from his cock to his face, I added, "Cum in my mouth, daddy."
Then, I slowly opened my mouth as wide as I could, staring directly at the tip of his cock that kept appearing every time he rocked forward. At my naughty words, he started moving harder, faster. He rolled my tits with his hands, still thumbing my nipples while he did. Round and round he gyrated his hands, rubbing his cock with them while he continued his fucking motion. He started moaning. Louder. He rocked forward and his cock popped out from between my breasts. The tip was glistening wet. His thumbs slid across my nipples. All the while, my middle finger continued to dive into my cunt. There was so much juice oozing from me, my pussy felt slippery. I could hear a faint squishing noise as my finger kept plunging in and out. My clitoris started tingling like crazy and I opened my mouth even wider.
My dad's body gave a jolt and then he rocked himself forward once more and held still. His cock was jutting from between my breasts, the tip less than an inch away from my chin. He started moaning then. He had stopped rolling my breasts, squeezing them tightly around his shaft instead. In and out I continued to finger myself. I stopped breathing, my body bracing for the explosion I knew was about to happen in my crotch.
Just then my dad cried out, "Huhhnnnn ahmmmm oooooo!!" A thick, powerful stream of cum erupted from the tip of his cock. It squirted directly into my mouth. Despite telling him to cum in my mouth, and literally having my lips open wide, I wasn't expecting it when it happened. I felt it stream directly against the roof of my mouth. It was such a strong stream that it tickled where it struck. Instinctively, I clamped my lips shut, but his cock continued to spew. The second spurt was almost as violent as the first, and it splashed against my lips. I felt it spray up into my nostrils. Swallowing as fast as I could, I tried to open my mouth once more but his third pump of cum was already streaming out of him. It splashed against the skin just above my lip and spilled directly up my nose, making it sting.
The experience set off a chain reaction in my body, though. With my daddy cumming all over my face, the kinky scene unwound all around me. My tits were tingling. My clit was throbbing. And the inside of my pussy was exploding with pleasure.
My orgasm had started.
As the pleasure raged through me, a feral instinct took over. Forcing my mouth open as wide as I could, I craned my neck forward. Straining, I managed to reach my father's cock just as another stream of cum erupted from it. I felt it shoot all the way to the back of my throat. Clamping my lips around the head, I suckled. His moans grew even louder as he continued to cum. My own orgasm was setting off explosion after explosion in my pussy, my pelvis, my stomach, even in my chest. My nipples were like two starbursts of sensation in the midst of all that. Using my tongue, I lapped at the tip of my father's cock while he expelled another several loads of sperm into my mouth. It tasted delicious. Bitter and salty at the same time.
The muscles in my neck gave out and my head fell back, the tip of my daddy's penis popping out of my mouth. I stared at it, breathing in deep, gasping breaths of air. I had a mouthful of cum and I felt more of it dripping from my nostrils. They stung, like I had inhaled water through them, but I didn't care. My father's cock erupted with one final spurt of cum. It landed on my chin, clinging to it. It was hot and thick.
My father hunched forward, collapsing toward me. He let go of my tits finally and caught himself with his hands by placing them on either side of my face. Staring up at him, our eyes locked. Sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on mine. He was breathing heavily, bathing my face with warmth. I smiled up at him. My body trembled as a residual spasm from my orgasm wracked through me, making me gasp.
I don't know what possessed me, but I was feeling extra naughty in the moment. Slowly opening my mouth wide, I was rewarded with my father's widening eyes as he stared into my mouth full of his cum. He swallowed while staring at me, which made me swallow, too. Like a contagious yawn. I felt his load of cum ooze down my throat. I loved it. Smiling, I whispered up at him, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
He groaned, slowly closing his eyes. Then I watched as his body swayed until he finally rolled off me onto his side. I turned my head toward him and saw him staring at my breasts again. They tingled still from where his cock had been rubbing against them. My nipples still tingled, too. He closed his eyes and then I watched as color flooded his cheeks. "That was the kinkiest thing I've ever done," he whispered.
"Aside from fucking your own daughter?" I asked, teasingly.
"Danielle!" he said my name as if he was upset, but he lacked the force from his previous resistances. Maybe I had made my way through his final layer reluctance.
"Well, I loved it," I said, matter-of-factly.
He opened his eyes again and stared at me. His body gave a shudder which I knew was an aftershock from his orgasm. My own body was still trembling from my own. Almost a minute went by before he whispered, "Me too."
I don't remember feeling sleepy, but the next thing I knew, I woke from a long nap. My dad was no longer in bed with me, which didn't surprise me. It dawned on me that there was still a pot cooking on the stove. At least the house hadn't burned down so, no harm no foul.
Grinning to myself about the new kink I had just found with my dad, I closed my eyes again and I lay there contently. Wow. Just wow.
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