DESIRING DADDY

The past week has been blurry. I turned 18 in March of
my senior year, seduced my father, graduated two weeks
ago, and now my body is sore, my sex well thumped. I
squeeze my legs together, feeling my clit, mashing it
between my thighs, remembering, longing for 6pm when my
dad gets back home from class. I will be ready. I want
him again.

It started just over 2-years ago. I was 15, three weeks
shy of my 16th birthday. My mom got up one morning, and
left. No goodbye! No I love you! No note. Nothing!

My dad and I were devastated. We were cheated. We had
no warning of the coming split. Nothing! We felt like
she gut kicked us. Dad, financially set in his college
teaching job, struggled with guilt. Blamed himself most
of the time. I never really understood why mom left.
And nobody confided in me. I was the c***d. My dad and
I spent hours together, consoling, hugging, crying. I
was closer to my dad than ever before. Our lives
continued.

I grew up quickly. Dad needed my help. All the things
we took for granted now fell on my shoulders in
addition to my school work. Cooking, cleaning, school,
homework, became a daily routine. We were happy!

A year passed quickly. We never heard a word from my
mom. Dad did receive papers shortly after mom split,
then the divorce went quickly. She never called me. She
missed Christmas, my birthday, dad's birthday. She
dropped us and went on with life.

Dad was super during this time. He devoted all his time
to me and my activities. I turned 16 during the spring
of my sophomore year, Dad got me a Jeep. Had it lifted,
nice wheels, rims. It looked great! And I looked good
driving it. It was fun to have Dad help me pull the top
and doors. Stepping out, my long legs stretched to hit
the pavement. It accented my long, lithe legs. So high
heeled sandals, short shorts, and a tube top were to be
the norm during the summer months.

I was fortunate and not expected to have to work. Dad
believed that I should enjoy the summer months, see
friends, visit the theme park or water park on a
regular basis. And, I did not want the thrill of
looking for a summer job anyways. We traveled
internationally during my summer before my senior year.
Dad always came up with the super vacation. He
mentioned another "graduation" surprise trip abroad
again is in the plans. Now, graduation was just two
weeks away.

Dad has been interesting during the second year after
mom left. He trimmed his body weight down, purchased a
set of home gym equipment, filled our basement with all
the best baubles to work out. I got in the habit of
working out with him during the evening. We worked
hard, and it soon showed. My body transformed.

My arms gained definition, muscles cutting to show my
form. My abdomen dropped any body fat I had, and almost
rippled with tone. And my legs, my calves, thighs grew
taunt, firm with leg lifts, and the many, many miles we
put in on the treadmills. Dad even purchased a second
one so we could do our mileage together. After the year
of hard work, my 5'9" body weighed in at 140 lbs.

I could almost make my tits dance by flexing my pecs. A
size B cup, they were pert, topped nicely with a large
nipple. And the outfits I get to wear while working
out, jeesh they are hot. I had Dad put mirrors on the
wall. He steals glances, I watch him when he doesn't
know it.

Dad stands 6'2", broad shouldered, narrow waist, and
nice, tight ass. Dad wears the same ol' stuff all the
time to work out. He's either in a tank top or t-shirt,
an old ratty pair of athletic shorts, socks and running
shoes. I catch myself glancing at him as well. I try to
get a peek up his shorts. Best shots have come in the
mirror when I am spotting him on the bench press.

The bench points directly at a mirror, and with his
legs dropped on each side, I sometimes get a quick
glance at his covered package. I hope he is looking at
my crotch inches from his head. I stand inches from
him, my legs parted, and spot his lifting. I have even
rocked my hips back and forth while he lifts. He never
seems to notice.

As I experienced a change in my body, Dad's shape also
changed drastically. He is really hot for a guy in his
late 30's. Well toned, tanned, and muscular, his whole
attitude has changed. Teaching, he met younger ladies
around campus. I swear, many of the ladies he started
dating were not much older than I. He would bring them
home for dinner often. Nobody stuck around for long. My
Dad seemed younger, more alive!

Now nearly 18-years 3-months old, just two weeks before
my high school graduation, he favored another teacher
from the university named Jill. And Jill seems to me to
be a smaller version of me, or so I thought. She worked
out, had a frame similar to mine only several inches
shorter, hair style matched mine, and was also brown
eyed. Not long after he brought her home and introduced
her, she spent her first night in my Dad's bed.

I had no real memory of my Dad's sex life. I had never
thought of sex until Jill. I had never heard mom or Dad
engaged in wild, passionate sex. But enter Jill, my Dad
went stupid, and was always grabbing her, squeezing her
tits or caressing her ass when he thought I would not
see. I started watching to catch the occurrence,
wondering why it would make them giggle so.

Now, I am not a prude. I date often, I kiss boys, even
share tongue. I have been felt up, even had my pussy
mound rubbed through my jeans. But other than an
inconvenience, I never have spent time thinking about
sex to the extent that some of my best girlfriends do.
But watching Dad and Jill, I would find myself
wondering about the twinge feelings I would get in my
crotch, or why my nipples would go rigid as I glanced
around the corner as my Dad twisted Jill's nipple
through her clothes.

What got me was the first night Jill stayed. I do not
believe it was their first time, but the first time I
had to deal with the uncomfortable approach of bedtime.
We had laid around watching the newest DVD from Clint
Eastwood in our media room. Dad and Jill relaxed behind
me on the theater seats as I stretched out on the
floor. Now late, and me tired, I kissed Dad goodnight,
told Jill I would see her later, and trundled off to
bed. Time passed, I drifted off to a shallow sl**p.

I was awakened first by groans. Inaudible, low level
groans. I listened, thinking the wind must be blowing.
Instantly, concern for my Dad entered my mind. Was he
sick? The groans were coming from the hallway. I rose
from my bed, following the pale light from the night
light, opened my bedroom door quietly. Glancing
outside, nothing was there. As I pulled the door open,
I stepped into the hall, glanced toward the stairs,
then turned to the sounds emanating from my Dad's
bedroom. I stepped closer to the door. All was quiet. I
reached to the handle, ready to slowly, deliberately
open the door.

"Oh God yes," my Daddy groaned. I froze, my fingers
wrapped firmly around the door knob. "Suck me," Dad
commanded. A thousand pictures jumped in my head. My
Dad, his hand firmly wrapped around his stiff shaft,
pumping, bringing himself to orgasm, or Jill's lips
firmly wrapped around his pulsating cock, face fucking
her wet, pliant mouth and throat. Maybe, my Dad, his
hand intertwined in her golden hair, jamming his cock
in and out of her mouth f***efully. Wide eyed, scared I
would be heard, I jumped back from the door and
quickly, quietly, retreated to my room.

Again, my body ached. My mind played the pictures in my
head. My girlfriends talked about such matters on more
than one occasion. I laughed off such discussions. I
did not have any experience, or interest. Now, my
nipples rose firmly up from my chest, my sex yearned,
my slit growing wet from my body's desires. My hand
quickly snaked down my torso, slipped under my panties.
I pleased myself for the next 20-minutes, flashing my
created pictures in my head. I drifted to a restless
sl**p.

I awoke early. Racing downstairs in my normal pj's, I
needed coffee. Sitting, sipping my first cup, Jill
entered the kitchen dressed on one of my Dad's softball
team shirts. Her legs, athletic and firm, flexed with
each step to the cupboard. She made his shirt look
good. "Morning," she said almost apologetically.

"Morning Jill," I responded. "You're still here," I
blurted without thinking.

She turned to look at me, her nipples rigid under the
material. I noted they stood proud, swimming slightly
with each movement of her body. She's not that good I
thought to myself. What was I thinking? My mind was
going a hundred miles an hour. Was my Dad far behind?
"I'm going to get a shower," I stammered. Rising
quickly, I bounded up the stairs, into my bedroom, and
plopped on my bed. I sat for several minutes, thinking
about my reaction to Jill in the kitchen. I needed to
apologize. As I headed down the stairs, I could hear
grunts coming from the kitchen.

Slowing my pace, I glanced around the refrigerator. My
hand reached to cover my mouth instantly. My Dad had
Jill bent over the kitchen table, his hands on her
hips, slamming his body back and forth against her. I
could not see her, but his naked ass was fully visible
to me. His hips slapped her flesh as they both grunted.
Repeatedly, he thrust his body against her backside. My
heart jumped in my throat. My body froze. I could not
move. I watched, memorized but what I saw. Forever
passed before me.

My breathing changed, my hand slid down my body,
reaching into my panties, my fingers tracing down, fire
burning on my belly. I reached my slit, my finger
snaking in to find my clit covered in my juices. I
flicked my finger back and forth quickly, my legs
opening slightly, opening up my cunt to my probing
fingers. I watched with feelings I had not felt before.
I wanted to be her. I wanted my pussy pounded, a cock
ravaging my body.

"Fuck me you stud," grunted Jill. "Fuck my pussy!
Harder!" she growled.

"I'm going to cum," Dad grunted, slapping her right
cheek with his hand. The pop made me jump. "Yes!" Dad
almost shouted. He pulled her hips hard back against
him, flexing his hips, grinding his lily white ass into
her body. His breathing was raspy. Reaching around
underneath her body, he leaned over her ass, melding to
her back. I backed off, heading upstairs quickly. I
stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower.

For the first time, I pictured my own Dad as a real
sexual being, with a hard cock, long, straight, fat. As
I fingered my clit, I closed my eyes. To my surprise,
it was my Dad's image that jumped into my mind, his
fingers that were rubbing my clit back and forth, his
fingers that mashed the sensitive bud against my body.
I could feel his lips surround, gently bite my nipples
as my fingers twisted and pulled my rigid nipples. I
could hear him groaning as he sucked my flesh into his
mouth.

His fingers dipped into my wet hole, exploring my sex.
My breathing quickened. My lust grew. I needed a few
more seconds. My nerves were now on fire, my body
arching against my fingers as I flicked my clit back
and forth. My orgasm swelled in my crotch. "Yes Daddy,"
I screamed as my orgasm exploded in my body. I humped
my fingers, my clit rubbing firmly against my hand as I
dipped two fingers deep into my cunt, driving hard and
fast. "Yes Daddy," I whispered again, slumping back
against the wall.

I threw on a pair of running shorts and a bright yellow
tube top that accented my deep tan coloring. By the
time I got back down stairs, Jill was gone. Dad was
fixing his favorite, breakfast burritos. Usually too
much food, way too much for the large tortilla, I
always made him cut the portions. It was a game between
us. We ate almost silently. We talked, shared a few
words about the day, plans, normal chat. Finishing, Dad
announced he was going to jump in the shower.

I sat, finishing my coffee. My mind was racing again. I
ran my hands over the table, my mind placing Jill face
down, ass up at my place, her tits mashed about here,
my hands spreading out, fingers flared, wondering how
wide her small tits would spread when pushed flat on
the table. Running my hand around the edge of the
table, I pictured her crotch, flush against the edge of
the table, her hips bent, legs dr****g down, mound
pulsating against the coolness of the wood.

Was the table cold? Could you tip your hips up to
absorb a cock being shoved into your body? My hand
automatically reached to my mound again, my slit, my
clit begging for a touch, an orgasm. Did she cum? How
did it start? Did Dad lick her pussy? Spread her cheeks
to see her wet slit? God I was getting horny sitting
there.

I listened for the shower. It was going. Standing, my
mind racing, I pulled my tub top off in one quick
motion. My little tits reacted to the cooler air, my
nipples standing erect. I cupped each breast, my thumb
and finger squeezing, rolling my hardening nipple,
tugging them. I bent, stripping the shorts, panties
from my body. Now naked, I stepped to the table. My
crotch was table high. I slid my crotch back and forth,
feeling the firmness of the wood caress my mound.

I could feel my slit pull sideways, back and forth as I
slid several inches each way. My clit almost escaped to
touch the wood. I reached, placed my hands on the
table, grinding my hips harder against the table. My
eyes closed, my thoughts lost in my lust. I slid my
hands forward, lowering my body on the table. Cool, my
breath escaped me. I slowed my descent, my hard nipples
first touching the hardness of the table. I sank the
final couple of inches, my breasts now mashed flat
under my body.

I pictured Jill, her petite body in my same position. I
heard her labored breathing as my Dad slipped his cock
between her cheeks, sliding its head between her wet
lips, up, down her slit, searching for, finding her
hole. I tried to imagine the urgency of her cunt lips,
sucking the cockhead into her body. Grasping, pulling,
taking each inch as Dad pushed forward. My hips ground
against the table.

My clit, engorged, brushed the edge, sending a electric
shock throughout my body. A moan erupted from deep
inside my body. I wiggled my hips again, sliding my wet
clit along the edge of the table. Involuntary spasms
racked my body. My hips thrust forward, forcing my clit
to grind against the table even harder. "Fuck me
Daddy," I whispered. "Please fuck your baby," I
continued.

Arching my hips, I slid a hand quickly down to my
crotch. My finger dipped into my slit, flicking back
and forth over my engorged clit. Seconds passed, I
flicked my clit harder, faster as my body responded to
me. Labored breathing, hips flexing, driving my finger
along my slit, I humped my digital intruders. My mind
pictured my Dad, his hands grasping each half moon,
spreading them gently, his tongue reaching deep between
them to find my wet gash, penetrating me, rimming my
wet hole, sliding down, flicking over my sensitive bud.

His teeth grabbed my clit, pulling it into his mouth,
sucking, tongue flicking over faster, mashing it
against the inside of his mouth. I could feel his
teeth, nipping firmly to hold my clit as I humped,
pulling up, driving down on his buried face. Suddenly,
he drove his tongue deep into my hole, licking,
reaming, drawing my flowing juices into his mouth.

My mind exploded. An orgasm ripped through my body, my
crotch thumping the finger mashing my clit. I rubbed it
for several more seconds. "Yes Daddy," I whispered,
content. Eyes closed, I relaxed, my body absorbing all
the feelings pulsating through my cunt, spreading
throughout my body. Breathing returning to normal.

I heard a noise behind me. I started to panic! As I
turned my head glancing over my shoulder, I saw Daddy
standing there, fisting his hard, erect cock, staring
at my backside, my wet slit framed between my globes.
"Jesus baby," Daddy whispered huskily. Stepping
forward, dropping, kicking off his shorts, his hand
flattened on the curve of my ass, sliding up my spine.
Nothing more was said, or needed to be said. He quickly
leaned to me, his tongue reaching between my cheeks,
darting into my wet slit. He thrust his tongue in and
out of my wet hole quickly. My hips tilted up, wanting
to capture his tongue deep in my cunt. Standing, he
saddled up to my ass.

I could not breathe. This can't be real. My body
screamed, my cunt aching, wanting to be filled. I
groaned deeply, tilting my hips upwards hard. I wanted
to show how much I wanted Daddy. "Please Daddy," I
whispered almost inaudibly.

Daddy's fingers intertwined in my hair, pulling my head
back. A hand on my hip, Dad's body pulling tight
against my body, rocking back and forth, grinding
against my sex and ass. His hard, firm cock, sliding
up, down my wet slit between my cheeks. Our bodies
pressed close, rocking forward, pulling back, slapping
forward, hips and flesh slapping hard. Humping,
grinding bodies, flesh, lust. Hips arched, cock sliding
up, down my wet slit. Penetrating, head f***ed, popping
through my opening. A second hand grabbing my other hip
bone. Pulling my body back, pulling, pushing his cock
in, invading, penetrating, thrusting hard, deep.

My breath escapes. Wild eyed, lust, grinding my hips,
my muscles sucking, twitching with each little thrust,
withdrawal, thrust again. I feel his penetration,
sliding deep, hard into my body. Grinding each inch,
invading. Pulling out, my lips stretch, grasping his
cock, pulling it back in. Then thrust forward hard. His
hips slap my ass, the noise exploding, filling the
kitchen. Grunting, I absorb his thrust.

"Fuck me Daddy," I screamed.

Thrust after thrust, I absorb his rough penetrations,
my body screaming, my lust building, my orgasm
festering, reaching closer to exploding forth, filling
my body with fire. Our sex, noisy, squishy sounds,
juices leaking out, covering his rigid cock, balls
slapping my clit. My finger flicks back and forth over
my clit.

Harder, faster my finger races, the cock invading me,
filling me. Slap after slap, his hips jam forward, his
cock buried balls deep, grinding, forcing each little
fraction of an inch more, driving deep. Groans, grunts
fill the room mixed with the noises of our bodies.
Piston like, he hammers my cunt. Long, hard strokes. My
cunt is on fire, my nerves raw. My finger bringing my
clit to orgasm under his powerful strokes. Almost
there. My eyes close tight. Body tenses. Orgasm! My
body explodes, juices flood from my hole. Dad's cock,
slick, slides easier.

"Oh fuck baby," Dad growled Mind lost! Rational thought
gone. Lust controlled! Dad starts faster, harder
thrusts into my body, convulsing on its own now. Over
my clit, sensitive, driving hard. Dad pulls himself
into my body, fingers digging into my hip bones.
Pulling, grinding his cock deep. I feel him arch. Table
squeaks. Dad grunted loudly.

I could feel his cock expand, and spit cum into my
body. Squirt after squirt, blast after blast erupted
from his magnificent cock. My body grew warm, tingling,
my cunt filled with spasms, muscles milking his cock.
My muscles grabbed his deflating cock, pulling, sucking
it deep, draining any fluids remaining. Body sweating,
a film of perspiration covering us. Breathing ragged,
deep. Silence.

We remain attached, our bodies joined. Normalcy
returns, breathing slows. Dad grinds himself against
me. My spasms are pushing his cock out of my body. I
arch my hips, my cunt sucking his softening cock back
in. I want it in me. I want to feel it. Dad's hands,
soft, caress my ass, over the small of my back, up my
spine, over the sides, and back down for another pass.
Nothing has been said. We are both lost to our desires,
feeling, absorbing the aftermath of our sex.

"I love you Daddy," I whisper.

Dad pulled his deflated cock out of my cunt. My legs,
splayed wide, almost ached as I pulled them together. I
pushed my torso up, pulling my feet under me. As I
stood, Dad wrapped his strong arms around me. Turning
me, he pulled me close to his body, wrapping his
strapping arms totally around me, a protective shield
from the outside world. We rocked together. I listened
to his heart beating in his chest. Dad scooped me in
his arms, and carried me upstairs to his room. Placing
me gently on his bed, he laid beside me, spooned, his
arms around me. "I love you too baby," Dad whispered
softly. We drifted to sl**p.

Several hours passed. Waking, eyes shut tight, I
stretch, elongating my form, toes reaching down, arms
high over my head. A complete, full body stretch. My
mind is flooded, thoughts racing through my head. My
eyes fly open, I search the room. Dad's room! His bed!
I was not dreaming. I reached to his pillow, pulling it
to my nose. Inhaling, I smell my father. Rolling over,
I glance around the bedroom, then out the door. Dad's
nowhere to be found. A note, left on his side of the
bed, instructs me to get a shower. He is off to teach
his first accelerated class for the early summer
session.

I head back to my room. Over the next hour, I took a
long, hot shower, shaving my legs, underarms, and
putting lotion all over my body. Supple, soft, I admire
myself in the mirror. "Not too shabby," as my Dad
always quotes. I grinned ear-to-ear. I got redressed in
my outfit for the day, grabbed lunch, then headed out
to do some shopping. I had in mind a new Barbie doll
outfit for sl**pwear. I wondered how long it would stay
on.

Arriving back home, I worked on a paper due for a term
project. My thoughts wandered often, but I made good
progress. I heard my Dad's garage door open, so flew
down stairs to meet him in the kitchen. As he entered,
I ran, jumped in the air, and caught him in mid flight,
my arms wrapping quickly around his neck, hugging him
tight, my legs wrapping firmly around his middle. "Hi
Daddy!" I shouted. My exuberance showed. I was excited
to have him back. I wanted to ensure no second thoughts
were in his mind.

His hand caressed my back, he looked deep into my eyes.
"Hey," he responded. I leaned forward to kiss him, my
lips softly touching his, my tongue darted out, lightly
licking his lips. Our lips pressed more firmly
together, a soft, first time kiss shared as lovers.
Awkward! Definitely awkward! But as we kissed, the
weirdness passed. Our tongues touched, danced. I pulled
him tighter against me, pulling my hips down over his
crotch. I groaned, a deep guttural groan. Our kisses
grew more urgent. Dad dropped his book bag as he sucked
my tongue into his mouth. Pulling up for air, Dad
nibbled on my neck as I arched my head up, exposing
more skin.

"Take me to the f****y room," I commanded. Dad swayed,
shifting from one foot to the other. Slowly we headed
for the f****y room.

"Your command is my desire," he laughed.

Reaching the f****y room, I jumped out of his arms,
pushed him back on the couch. Kneeling in front of him,
I reached to him, pulling his polo shirt off his body.
My fingers traced along his pecs, my nails raking
gently over his skin. I leaned to suck his man nipple
into my mouth. My tongue danced over it, his muscled
chest flexed against my mouth. My other hand found his
remaining exposed nipple, rolling it between my thumb
and index finger. I swapped nipples, traversing his
chest with my mouth and tongue. Once I reached my
destination, I sucked, almost bit his nipple with
vengeance. His body arched against my mouth.

I slid my hand down his body, down his leg. Reaching
the bottom of his shorts, I slid my hand up his thigh,
under his shorts. Nothing! No growing cock! My fingers
slid back and forth, searching. He laughed. "Left leg
baby," he instructed me. Switching hands, I slid my
right hand up his left thigh. There, waiting for me was
his hard cock, covered by his briefs. I stroked
upwards, my nails sliding back and forth over the
shaft, firmly and quickly. Daddy groaned. I wrapped my
fingers around his rigid cock, and pumped hard. Dad
squirmed, growling deep in his throat. Leaning back, I
reached to his belt, opening it quickly, and opened the
shorts.

"Stand, drop," I stated. It did not take him long. Now,
naked, he sat back down on the couch. I dropped
forward, my hands wrapping around his shaft, pulling
the skin upwards. My tongue reached out to touch the
head, slowly rolling over the head, into the eye, and
down along the rim of his crown. Opening wide, I placed
my lips on his cock, sucked hard and pulled his meat
into my mouth. Dad's hips thrust forward, driving more
cock into my mouth.

I pulled back quickly, licked my lips, and dove back
down on him. I jammed his cock into my mouth. Larger
than most guys I had seen, his cock fit nicely. As I
approached my gag reflex, I hesitated, relaxed my
throat, and pushed myself down again. His engorged cock
slid deep into my mouth and throat. My tongue swirled
around his shaft. I sucked hard. Pulling off, I looked
at my Dad's face. Thrown back on the couch, his face
was pure bliss. I grabbed his balls roughly, squeezing
firmly. Eyes wide open, he almost yelped.

I softened my assault on his balls. As he reached to
the back of my head, I leaned forward, engulfing him
again. I bounced my head on his cock, sucking hard,
driving down, pulling up slowly, sucking hard, my
cheeks hallowed from sucking hard. Then, back down
hard, grinding my mouth deep on him, my tongue licking
the underside of his massive cock, reaching to touch
his sac. I groaned from deep within.

"Stop baby," Dad whispered. "I need to taste you," he
continued.

Pulling up, I stood, slowly pulling my tube top off,
exposing my firm, rigid tits for Dad's gaze.
"Beautiful," he breathed softly. Grabbing my shorts, I
turned away from him, pulled the shorts down slightly,
just far enough to see my crack. I bent at the waist,
dropping my shorts and panties in one movement.
Spreading my feet, I shifted my weight back and forth,
looking at my Dad from the side. His eyes never left my
ass or slit peeking from between my legs.

"Daddy, lick me," I breathed huskily. I wanted him, I
wanted his tongue in me, licking my body, touching my
clit. Dad scrambled to his knees, grabbed my hips, and
pulled his face into my ass quickly. His tongue reached
deep between my legs, licking up my slit. Reaching my
hole, he pushed his face hard against my backside,
jamming his tongue deep in my wet hole. My legs almost
buckled. Locking my knees, I ground my body back
against him, meeting each push with my own in return.

"Turn around Baby," Dad said. I stood as Dad moved
forward slightly, his hands reaching behind my ass,
pulling my crotch to his face. Dad pulled my leg up,
opening my cunt to him. He attacked my engorged clit.
My body reacted, thrusting against his face as he
sucked my clit into his mouth. Lost in this new
feeling, I reached to him, pulling him deeper. This was
the first man to ever suck my cunt, to flick his tongue
over my clit.

I growled deep, pulling his face tighter against me. I
thought he might smother. My lips spread, wrapping on
his face. I humped him hard. Lights, exploding behind
my closed eye lids, grinding my cunt on his face, I
thrust involuntarily against his mouth and tongue.
Harder, faster I humped him. Seconds more, my body went
rigid. I came hard. Never before like this, on a
tongue. I ground my cunt against his mouth hard.
Thrusting, humping. My body went limp. I slumped to the
floor. Dad attached, licking my slit, drinking my
juices.

I pushed him down on his back, his rigid cock pointing
to the air. I reached, grabbed his cock, moved to
straddle him. As I passed my leg over him, I aimed his
cock to me, and slid my hungry cunt down on him. His
hands reached for my tits, roughly squeezing, pulling
my nipples. I ground my body down, impaling my body
with his rigid cock. Up, down, I pulled his meat with
my cunt muscles. My lips stretched, holding firm on his
sticky cock. My juices flowed, lining his cock and
balls with my juices.

He reached his hand into my crotch, his thumb running
over my open slit, mashing my clit against my body. A
jolt of lust ran through me. I jammed his cock deep
into my body. Now grinding down hard, I arched my hips
front wards, backwards, hard and fast, beating his cock
with my cunt. I fucked him hard. Our breathing came in
gasps. Rocking my body, I tried to rip his hard cock
from his body, jamming up, down, sideways, front, back,
but ever deeper. I drove down so hard, I tired to jam
his nuts up my cunt as well. I wanted all of my Dad!

"Cum for me Daddy!" I commanded. "I want to feel you
pump cum in my body! I need your cum!" I continued.
"Feels good Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" I started to chant
over and over softly. Each time, I ground my hips down
hard, lifted up, and drove down hard again. Our bodies
slapped together, my ass slapping down on his hips. I
bounced up, down, and repeated harder. Dad grabbed my
hips, pulling me down hard, his nails almost tearing
into my flesh.

Groaning loud, almost screaming, Dad's hips rose up off
the floor. Higher he arched. Body tensed! One last
thrust, Daddy exploded, driving his cum out of his sac,
into his shaft, and spitting it deep into my body. I
could feel his muscles spasm, his cock expand, then
erupt forth, filling me again. I swirled my hips,
feeling each spurt of his seed in my body. I leaned
forward, down, resting my body on his as his cock spit
its last drops of seed. Stretching my legs out, I
clasped my legs, holding his cock in my cunt.

"Hey Daddy! Welcome home! How was your day?" I
inquired. I continued to grind my wet, soaked, filled
cunt on his flaccid cock. "Do it again Daddy!"

END


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3 years ago    Views: 1,575
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3 years ago
Great story
3 years ago
lovely story
3 years ago
Nice...