My exams had been brutal, but one by one, I managed to get through all of them.
My third year of university had been the toughest yet. Since my parents divorced, I had been forced to work to help cover my tuition and living expenses. With school and two part-time jobs, I had worked through all of the breaks, nights, and weekends for both semesters. I hadn’t been home since last summer and I was exhausted.
I almost felt numb, I would be home Friday night and the summer job I had set up would start on Monday. A weekend off and then right back to work, but the alternative was to miss a semester of school, and I couldn’t do that. Not much time for fun or any kind of social life, but I guess I was used to that. I couldn’t remember my last date much less the last time I had sex.
The car hit a pothole and the shock brought me back to reality. It was late afternoon and I was sitting beside my father in the front seat driving home from the university. I realized that he had been talking and I hadn’t heard a word he had been saying.
My father was a big man, at 6.4 and 250 pounds; he was still in good shape with just a bit of a “muffin top” starting to form. At just over fifty, most of my friends considered him to be good looking, a few of them had even teased me about wanting to make a pass at him, especially now that he was divorced.
I refocused, nodded, and listened as he was continuing to talk about our weekend camping trip.
I was glad he was excited about camping I was too. It was nice to see him happy. The divorce had been particularly nasty. Mom had left him for a younger man and it had been very difficult for him. It didn’t help that I had been away at school most of the time.
I was looking forward to camping too, it was going to be my only break between school and work and I loved being outdoors. I managed to pick up that he was talking about how everything was just about ready and we would be heading out at 4 am tomorrow. For years, he and his buddies had gotten together on this weekend and gone camping so they could act like teenagers again.
“4 AM! That’s crazy, I could never understand that,” I said, realizing just how tired I was going to be.
“Tradition, sweetie,” he laughed.
“You guys need a new tradition,” I grumbled.
“Hey, you are lucky I talked them into letting you come, you’re going to be the first woman to go in quite a few years,” he said earnestly.
“Why is that daddy?” I asked.
He shrugged, “The guys can be a little crude sometimes, but don’t worry the guys will behave themselves, you know what they are like, and besides remember Tom is bringing his daughter too, so the guys won’t talk about sex with you both around.”
I decided to flip the subject around and asked him about dating. He said had dated a little since the divorce. Reading the lack of enthusiasm in his voice, I did not think he was looking for anything serious, maybe just a little sex. I teased him about it and then he teased me back when he said, “At least I remember the last time I had sex.”
He was right, because of school and my part-time jobs; I had zero time for any relationships. Last summer was the last time I had been to bed with anyone. He was constantly telling me that I was working too hard.
“Rachel, you are a beautiful woman but nobody knows because all you do is work,” he must have said that a hundred times to me in the past months.
I knew he was right, I wanted to go out, I wanted to get laid, I just couldn’t afford it, financially and academically.
I almost told him that my vibrator barely kept my desires satisfied. It seemed like every night, I could not fall asleep unless I had played with myself until I had an orgasm. I had fantasized about everyone I knew: boys, girls, strangers, teachers, older men and women, and even him once or twice.
Then he admitted however, he had not been with anyone for several months. He said he was working 60-70 hours a week and just did not have the time. I wondered to myself, but did not ask, if he was masturbating as much as I was.
As we talked, I looked at him. He looked a little older than I had remembered. His cologne lingered in the air; I had always loved his scent. It reminded me of old leather and motor oil. When he had arrived, he hugged me as if I was a little girl. At 5.1 and barely 100 lbs, I guess I was small, and he easily lifted me off my feet and squeezed the air out of me like he had when I was a little girl.
The drive home was almost four hours. We spent most of the driving time talking about school and the camping trip.
I first I had turned down the camping trip because I didn’t want him to miss it. I knew it was one of the few chances he had to let loose and have some fun.
He had finally convinced me to go after telling me that Tom was bringing his daughter and that he really wanted to spend the weekend with me.
“Rachel, you love camping, and besides, Tom is bringing his daughter Lauren so it won’t be just you and a bunch of middle aged teenagers drinking and carrying on,” he smiled.
I actually had been looking forward to the trip, it was my reward to myself after those exams, and it would be nice to be outdoors. I also liked Lauren, she was my age and we kept in touch.
After talking non-stop and getting more caught up on what we both had been doing as well, we still had more than an hour to go.
“Rachel, you look beat, why don’t you take a nap,” he suggested.
I thought that was a good idea and I leaned up against the door and closed my eyes. I shifted a little, but the car door wasn’t very comfortable.
Daddy noticed and said, “Why don’t you sit in the middle and you can lean against me.”
I undid my seat belt and scooted over on the bench seat. I leaned against him and inhaled his cologne again. I attached the center seatbelt and Dad put his arm around me and before I knew it, I was asleep, the strain and pressure of the last few weeks washing over me like a rising tide.
I have always had vivid dreams and while we drove, I had a very unusual one.
I dreamt that we were still driving, except it was nighttime. I dreamt I awoke to feel my father’s hand absentmindedly moving softly up and down my arm, his fingertips lightly stroking my skin, making my stomach feel like it was full of butterflies. It was a nice pleasant feeling. With my eyes closed, I could feel the initial tingling of arousal that I always felt whenever someone touched me.
Like lots of women, I have had my share of “daddy” fantasies; so I just kept my eyes closed as he stroked my arm and I pretended still to be asleep.
Daddy’s hand accidently brushed up against my boob. He froze, realizing what he had done, not even breathing, and maybe perhaps waiting for a reaction. The only reaction I had was a feeling deep inside my pussy; I could sense myself starting to get wet.
After waiting several minutes with no outward response from me, I felt the fingers move again, tentatively, then a little bolder now actually caressing my boob on purpose.
In a few minutes his fingers were actually were moving in circles on the side and front of my boob. I could feel the size of his fingers through the light material of my tee shirt, it felt so nice and it had been so long since anyone other than me had touched them. I was glad I had not worn a bra and I could feel my nipples pushing against the material of my top. I am sure he could too.
I have always had very sensitive nipples and his fingers caressed and pushed against me gently making the wetness between my legs even greater. I wanted to moan, but I didn’t want him to know, so I dreamt I stifled the sound.
I felt his strong fingers and his thumbs. He seemed awkward at first. I didn’t care, the feeling was so nice, he got more purposeful and started to pinch and pull on one of my nipples. I knew, even dreaming, this was wrong, but I needed this so badly and I could feel my body responding to his touching.
It was everything I could do not to whimper in satisfaction. My nipples felt like they were on fire. I wanted to arch my back and moan loudly from the feelings that he was creating but somehow I managed to control myself from the intensity my little 34B’s were experiencing. His hands were huge and my boobs were so small in comparison. The feeling of wetness now felt like a flood between my thighs.
In my dream, I wondered if he could detect the sweet aroma of my pussy and could feel the heat radiating from between my legs. The dream was so vivid and the feelings were so incredible it was easy to forget my dream was about daddy.
I felt his free hand move from my boob to my thigh. Again, he paused waiting for me to react; I could sense his breathing becoming deeper and more rapid as he became bolder. Slowly his fingers made circles on my bare thigh, my shorts had ridden up somewhat and the thin material barely covered my sex, I felt the seat upholstery through the silky material of my panties.
He froze again as I shifted a little, seemingly still asleep. After a few seconds, I opened my thighs a little, careful to continue making soft sleeping noises as he waited. I was afraid he was going to stop, but only moments later, I felt his thick index finger slowly and bravely tracing a line from my thighs to my pussy. I was sure he could now feel my heat emanating from my centre.
I felt his finger slowly moving up and down my sheer panties through my shorts, to reward his boldness; I gave into the feelings and started moaning quietly.
In my dream, even with my eyes closed I could sense the headlights of an ongoing car as it came and went. I was enjoying how naughty the slow encounter with my father was. Dreaming that I was still pretending to be asleep, I felt his fingers moving up to the waist of my shorts. It was difficult with one hand, but I felt one or two fingers dig into me a tiny bit, then they found a bit of leverage and slipped underneath the elastic of my shorts.
His fingers now moved freely inside my shorts and quickly found the wetness of my panties. His light touch on the sheer material felt so real and so amazing only added to my pleasure. My little clit must have been protruding through the tight material as his fingertip toyed and played with me. I softly moaned louder as he circled it with his finger. I imagined him moving his finger back and forth and I could hear myself whimpering and softly moaning.
Inevitability I felt his finger slowly prying itself under the elastic of my panties. Now no longer tentative, his rough fingers explored my shaved pussy. I could barely pretend not to notice as his touch explored the smoothness of my body. I could feel the hunger in his actions, and as I inhaled, his fingers caressed me. I felt one of them moving along my opening, the thickness of it felt amazing, it started to penetrate me and my body started to twist and move. I dreamt I cried out.
“Rachel, Rachel, are you okay,” my father was shaking me.
“What, huh,” I said groggily and confused, my body had been on the very edge of an orgasm and suddenly I realized that I had just been dreaming. The disappointment was almost overwhelming after being so close to orgasming.
“I was worried about you, you must have been having a nightmare because you were moaning and breathing really hard, and you even called out “Oh Daddy” a couple of times,” he said, completely oblivious to the real reason why I was calling out his name.
I was partly embarrassed but mostly really intrigued, the dream had seen so incredibly real. I shifted my legs slightly and could feel the wetness between my thighs and subtly felt the front of my shorts and they were soaked. Looking down I could see my hard nipples pushing into the fabric of my tee shirt as well. I could also recognize the sweet aroma of my pussy, although my father did not seem to notice, although he would have to have been blind not to see my nipples.
If he noticed anything, he did not say anything.
For the rest of the drive, we made idle conversation that I could not remember. The slippery feeling between my thighs made conversation difficult and I found myself increasingly wishing the dream had been true. Several times daddy had to repeat his questions. I think he attributed it to my being tired, but it was because I was lost in a whirlwind of mixed emotions and questions. Adding to my feelings was knowing how close I had been to having an orgasm that I desperately wanted and needed.
I knew my dream had crossed over many lines of what was socially acceptable; but now thinking about it I couldn’t help looking at my father and wondering about the possibilities.
It was late when we arrived at the darkened house. I noticed that he had everything packed and ready to go. By the time we unpacked my school stuff and had a pizza, I was exhausted. Daddy said he was going to catch the end of the game on TV and I decided to have a shower.
I went upstairs to the bathroom, unconsciously forgetting to lock the door.
I undressed myself in front of the mirror, my long blonde hair looking tousled as I undid my ponytail. Many people told me I was pretty, including daddy, maybe they were right, but I just thought I was kind of average. I was so short, I looked a lot younger than twenty-one, I thought my boobs were too small as well. Daddy joked that if I wore my jean coveralls and put my hair in braids he said I could likely get into the movies at the kid rate. What was going through my mind though were strictly the thoughts and desires of a woman.
Looking at myself naked, nobody would compare me to a kid. I felt my nipples and thought how they always looked huge compared to how small my tits were, but oh were they sensitive, as I absentmindedly continued to rub them and thought back to my dream.
Although small, my body was toned from running and jogging, my flat stomach had defined abs thanks to hundreds of sit-ups every day. My legs were shapely and rose up to what I thought was a nice ass, at least my old boyfriends and the odd girlfriend always had said that when they saw it or felt it up close.
I thought about masturbating right now, but I wanted to have a shower first so I got under the showerhead and turned on the water. The hot water helped and I started to relax as the hot water washed the sweat from my skin and the tiredness from my mind.
I grabbed the shaving cream and lathered up my pussy and shaved it bare as well as my legs, I love being completely hairless and smooth. When I was finished, given how horny I had been, I could not resist and started pulling on my nipples with one hand and slowly caressing my pussy with the other. I turned off the water and stepped back out in front of the mirror again.
“I would fuck me,” I said as I looked at my reflection.
I leaned back against the wall to brace myself as my fingers went to work. In my mind, I went back to the dream with daddy still again. I thought of all of the things that I had imagined daddy had done to me only this time he did not stop when I shouted his name aloud.
I pretended my small fingers were his thick ones as I slipped one inside myself. My other hand was busy caressing, rubbing, and pinching one of my nipples again. My breath came in rasping spurts as I worked a second finger into my pussy. This time imagining my two fingers were his cock. I inhaled sharply as my imagination pictured daddy going further than just playing with me in the car.
It didn’t take long for my fingers to work their magic and I moaned quietly and then progressively louder as I felt myself approaching an orgasm.
“Oh, daddy, that feels incredible,” I said louder than I should have as an orgasm swept over me. I shivered as the electricity followed through me and my body flexed and went rigid with the very welcome and familiar feelings. The orgasm did not last long but it made my body feel so incredible. Catching my breath, I enjoyed the lingering throbbing as my body started to return to normal. I left my fingers inside me, feeling my juices running down my hand.
I heard the floor creak and suddenly froze. I stood very still, holding my breath. Moments later the stairs creaked and then I heard nothing but silence. Several seconds passed and I went to the door and slowly opened it, the hallway was empty. Maybe I was hearing things, but maybe daddy was listening to me masturbating. The thought of him listening turned me on so much, I was tempted to try for a second orgasm, but not knowing for sure, I wanted to see if that had really been him.
In my mind, I knew what I was thinking was wrong on so many levels. Maybe if I hadn’t been celibate for so long, it would never have even entered my mind. However, the memory of that small orgasm still throbbed between my legs and I told myself that I was a grown woman. I tried just to think of him as an attractive man and that was enough to make me feel wet all over again. Then thinking of him acting like a voyeur listening to me masturbate made my pussy absolutely drip in excitement.
I decided to see what would happen and to nudge things along a little.
About fifteen minutes later I quietly walked down the stairs, standing outside the living room, I could hear the game and I could hear Daddy’s breathing. It was more noticeable than normal and I could hear something rattling, something metallic, like maybe the band on his watch moving back and forth somehow.
In the fifteen minutes that had elapsed, I had put my hair up, done a quick makeup job with just the very basics. I had put on one of his old dress shirts and rolled up the cuffs. I was rushing because I was excited. The white shirt was miles too big on me, but I thought I looked very sexy in it, especially with only three buttons done up. The shirt hung down my body like a dress, a short dress. Looking in the hall mirror, I smiled because it was obvious that I was not wearing anything under the shirt.
With each passing minute, my heartbeat increased, I knew where I wanted to go, but everything depended on how the next few minutes unfolded. I had to will my fingers to stop shaking and I told myself to relax and see how daddy would react.
Listening to the rattling noise, I had a pretty good idea that Daddy wasn’t concentrating on the game judging from the heavy breathing. I had been around enough guys to recognize the sound of them playing with themselves. Until today, I had never really thought about Daddy doing it.
I found it very exciting to think that he was masturbating while I was in the house and that he was probably thinking about me.
I thought about what to do next. I could barge in and confront him, but I knew I risked him being terminally embarrassed and lose any future opportunity with him. I could just hide and watch him, but being a voyeur wouldn’t get me fucked, probably just more frustrated. Then I considered a third idea.
Daddy had the game on loud and the lights were down low. He hadn’t heard me come down the stairs because I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be playing with his cock otherwise. From several years of sneaking in late at night from being out with guys, I knew which parts of the floor squeaked and which parts didn’t. I approached the entrance to the living room and knelt down, being careful to be quiet.
I let my eyes get used to the light and then peeked around the corner. The game was blaring loud enough to mask any noise I was making, and there was my father.
His eyes were closed as he lay on his back on the couch. His fly was open and he was stroking his cock. He wasn’t as big as what I had imagined, but his cock was still a good size, more thick than long. His breathing was ragged and loud. His right hand bobbed up and down, stroking and causing him to moan occasionally. I was about 10 feet away and completely captivated by the scene and the knowledge of what I was doing.
I knew I shouldn’t be watching but I couldn’t tear myself away, holding my breath, I had to force myself to breath. I could feel the blood engorging my nipples and my heart beating so hard in my chest I was afraid daddy would hear it. I became aware of the scent of my arousal and knew without checking that my pussy was dripping.
I watched as his rubbing intensified and I could see his body flexing and seeming to go rigid. I undid another button on my shirt. Without thinking about it, I found that one of my fingers was slowly massaging and caressing my pussy. From the outer lips to the inner folds of my pussy, it seemed to know exactly what to do.
I jumped and stopped suddenly as I heard my daddy say my name.
“Rachel, don’t stop, that feels so incredible,” I swear my heart skipped a beat.
He didn’t stop what he was doing and didn’t seemed to notice I was there.
“Oh, yes Rachel, suck Daddy’s cock, yes.”
When he said that I realized he didn’t know I was there, he was masturbating and thinking about me, I almost came myself right there and then.
A few moments later, daddy really seemed to stiffen and he moaned really loud as his cock spurted a blast of cum that seemed to go straight up, the liquid splattered back onto his chest and was followed by another stream that seemed as large as the first. His eyes never opened and then his body went limp although his breathing was as loud as before.
I wanted so badly to go to him, to clean his cum up with my tongue and my mouth, to suck on him and to let him play with me. I knew he would be embarrassed if he knew that I had watched him orgasm. I slipped away quietly, the air heavy with the scent of my arousal and I licked my finger, tasting myself as I had so many times over the past year. Slowly and quietly, I went back up to the top of the stairs.
Turning around I was as loud now as I had been stealthy before. I came back down the stairs and I could hear my father scrambling around in the living room as I descended to the bottom of the stairs.
I walked into the living room and Daddy was lying on the couch, with one of the throw rugs covering his legs and most of his chest. He was breathing a little heavier than normal and seemed nervous.
“Hi baby, how are you?” he asked in a voice slightly higher than normal.
“I’m good daddy; could I watch some of the game with you?”
He didn’t comment on how I was dressed, but his eyes alternated between my boobs and my crotch. My nipples poked into the thin material of the shirt, leaving nothing to the imagination, I felt like they must have been protruding an inch or more and I could feel the slipperiness between my legs.
“Sure baby, do you want me to move?”
“No daddy, I will sit on the floor in front of you.”
He shifted a little, and looked a little uncomfortable, “Baby, wouldn’t you be more comfortable sitting on the chair?”
“Nope, this will be good,” and I knelt in front of him and then turned around and leaned back against the side of the couch, about level with his chest. As I knelt, I felt the shirt gap a little and I knew he would have a pretty great view of my boobs and maybe even more.
A silence followed as we both watched the game.
“Has it been a good game daddy?” I asked.
“I really wasn’t paying attention; I was thinking about someone and was distracted.”
“Who was she?”
“Why do you assume it was a she?”
“You were thinking about a guy?” I asked smiling.
“Is he pretty?” I teased.
Despite himself, daddy blushed a little, “No it wasn’t a guy, and yes she is pretty?”
“Who is she?” I said probing innocently, or as innocently as anyone could who was virtually nude in front of a much older man.
I added before he could answer, “Describe her for me?”
“Very sexy, she’s likely too young for me, but she is fun to be around. I’ll bet though she doesn’t even notice me,” he said and he seemed almost surprised that he had said so much.
“I don’t know daddy, if I am any judge of men, I’ll bet that she thinks you are pretty sexy too. You have a great body and you are fun to be around too, most of my friends think you are sexy as well. How young is too young?” I said still acting innocently but I knew I was on a slippery slope.
He paused for a few minutes as if he was trying to decide something. While he did, I put one hand on his blanket-covered leg and slowly moved it back and forth along his thigh.
“She’s about your age, but I don’t think I can do anything about it, I would be afraid of what she would think,” he said in a quiet voice, so softly I almost didn’t hear every word.
I paused my stroking of his leg and then asked, “Daddy would you like my opinion?”
He nodded his head; I think he closed his eyes for a second.
I leaned across and kissed him on the lips. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it wasn’t a regular daughter kiss either. It lasted for several seconds and I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along his lips.
“I think that she likely wants you as badly as you want her. I also think you shouldn’t worry about what anyone thinks, only think about what you want daddy,” and I kissed him again, this time I felt his tongue on my lips and this kiss was much more passionate and it lasted for several minutes.
As we kissed, I felt his large hands moving on my body, I felt them move around to my front and between my legs. He wasn’t subtle, there was a hunger that I sensed, like something being unleashed that had been chained for too long. I fumbled for a moment on the two remaining buttons on my shirt and then shrugged my shoulders and twisted slightly and then I was nude in front of my father.
I smiled at him and knew that look on his face. I pulled back the blanket and looked at the tent in his pants. I ran my hand over the bulge while my eyes never left his. His hands moved from me and undid the button and then the zipper. Revealing himself, as he pulled his pants down along with his underwear, I could see the dried cum that he had hurriedly tried to hide. The tangy scent was still fresh and I broke our gaze and pulled his pants all of the way off.
Looking into his eyes for a moment, I knew what he wanted. I had seen that look before when I was naked with other men. I leaned over and I could feel his hand moving down my back and then to my ass as he cupped one cheek as my tongue touched the tip of his cock.
Small amounts of new pre-cum glistened, as I tasted it, the first time in so long that I had tasted a cock and I loved it. Using my tongue, I lapped it all up along with remnants of his earlier solo actions as well.
He closed his eyes and moaned softly. I used my tongue to explore his circumcised head like it was an ice cream cone. I opened my mouth and took the tip into me. I glanced up and looked into his eyes in an as erotic moment as I could remember. What we were doing was so taboo that I almost couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
My mouth and head were at 90 degrees to him as I slid more of him deep into me. He may not have been very long, but his cock was very thick and I could feel the heat and pulse of his heartbeat with my tongue and the sides of my mouth as his cock pushed further towards my throat.
“Ohhhh, Rachel that feels so incredible, I have dreamed about you doing this.”
I felt both of his hands running through my blonde hair and softly stroking my neck. I moaned as well and I felt him wrapping my hair around his fist and lightly at first, and then harder as he began to pull on it.
I let him pull my head back off his cock, not too far, my mouth and lips always stayed in contact with his cock. Then he relaxed his grip and then pushed on the back of my head with his other hand as my mouth refilled with him.
I let my teeth lightly gaze his cock as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. We stayed like this for what seemed like forever, I could feel him twisting and flexing. A steady stream of moans and whimpers escaped from his throat as I sucked on his cock.
I loved cock sucking and could do it all day without ever getting tired of it.
His back arched and he twisted and moaned as I continued. His grip on my hair would ebb and flow as I continued. I felt his body start to really tense, different than the other times and I moved even faster up and down his shaft. I started using my hands and fingers to stroke and caress his body, first his stomach and legs and then his balls and as much of his ass as I could reach.
All of those feelings came together, he moaned and yelled my name, and I felt the first rush of his hot white semen into my mouth. The forcefulness surprised me and much of it went straight down my throat. My mouth felt a little numb from the onslaught, then a second stream splashed into my already full mouth and leaked out around my lips and down onto my chin. I continued, smearing the excess cum onto my face and onto my cheeks without care. His breathing came in long raspy bursts and his body twitched like electricity was crackling through him.
He lay quiet for several moments afterwards, his hands resting on my head as I busily lapped up the excess cum from his cock and balls.
Finally, after a few minutes, as his breath returned to normal, he said, “Rachel that was incredible, where did you learn to do… no don’t tell me, I don’t want to know,” and then he laughed.
“I’m glad you liked it daddy,” I smiled looking up at him. It was nice to hear him laugh.
“Your mother can’t know about this,” he paused, suddenly looking worried, “Nobody can ever know about this, it is so wrong.”
“Daddy, I’m not going to tell anyone and I know that it is bad, but doesn’t it feel so good,” as I moved up to his face and began kissing him with my sticky mouth and lips.
“You like being bad?”
“Yes daddy, I like being very bad and very naughty,” I moved up and laid on top of him. My small body fitting closely against his. I could feel his cock hardening against my body.
“I don’t know Rachel,” but I knew he would give in, his mouth was saying no, but his eyes and the rest of his body belied those words. Everything I saw in his eyes was pure lust.
Like before I thought, maybe if it hadn’t been so long since he had been with someone, maybe if he hadn’t felt me next to him in the car, maybe if he hadn’t heard me masturbating; but all those things had happened and there was no stopping what was happening now.
His eyes drank in my naked body, from my bare shoulders to my small firm but totally perky tits to my flat stomach and shaved pussy down to my toned ass and shapely legs. Tonight he wasn’t my father, he was a man who knew what and who he wanted, and I was who he wanted. I saw all of that in a moment and without hesitation, I gave myself to him.
He gently pushed me off him and stood, pulling his tee off and revealing his muscular chest, smiling and looking into my eyes, and then he removed his socks and now was as naked as I was.
We stood together for several moments as he held me against him, he leaned down and his lips met mine. He kissed me hard, taking my breath away, his lips and tongue exploring my own. His hands roamed my body, the rough calloused touch on my pale skin. The feeling was electric.
All this time, my own hands had been busy; exploring my daddy’s body in ways, I had only ever fantasized and dreamed about late at night when I was alone. His body responded and I could feel his cock pushing hard against me, his cock and balls feeling heavy as my fingers and hands were drawn to them as if they were magnetic.
As we touched each other, I could hear moans of pleasure interspersed with loud whimpers, I lost track of which ones were his and which were mine. I inhaled sharply as his thick fingers found my little box and just like in my dream, I felt my father caress my pussy with his thick fingers.
His powerful touch glided over the length of my sex, teasing and exploring, caressing and discovering. My lower lips engorged and my folds slowly opened to give him better access. Other fingers found my nipples, roughly pinching, and pulling, the entire time his lips had never left mine. Seconds seemed liked hours and after such a long time without being naked with anyone, both of us were completely lost in the moment. Right and wrong ceased to exist; there was only him and me.
As fingers penetrated me, my wetness allowed them to easily enter into me. He was tentative and I whispered into his ear, “Don’t be afraid daddy, I like it rough and hard, fuck me, and fuck me like there was no tomorrow… please… I need you inside me daddy.”
He responded by kissing me even harder than before. The thick fingers pushed deep inside me. He spun me around, and as those fingers explored deeper inside me, I felt him pushing me onto the sofa and spreading my legs.
He kissed me hard again and then he was on top of me, I felt the weight of his body pressing and pinning me to the couch. I could feel the slipperiness of his pre-cum leaving a trail of wetness across my stomach and down towards the heat of my pussy.
I felt him guiding his cock along my lips; momentary fumbling and then I felt the tip against my opening. He paused as if waiting for my approval and in a voice louder than what I had intended I said.
“For god’s sake daddy, FUCK ME!!”
Permission given, I suddenly I felt like I was being split in two as he shoved himself deep into me.
“Rachel, you are sooo tight, are you sure you have been fucked before.”
I tried to respond that yes and that it had just been a very long time, but all that I managed were some very loud moans as his cock pushed ever deeper into me. The first words I managed to assemble as he pushed more than half way in were “OMG Daddy, OMG Daddy, OMG Daddy.”
He couldn’t have stopped now even if he had heard me; my words had been lost in his own animalistic noises. The feeling was so much more intense than when my old boyfriend had last fucked me. I loved the feeling of being fucked without having a condom on, I swear I could feel the veins and heat of his cock deep inside me. My pussy rebelled and seemed to try to squeeze him on all sides, which only intensified the friction for both of us.
After what seemed like forever, I felt his balls slap up against my body and for a split second, I savoured the feeling of finally having a cock buried deep inside me again. Then his hips flexed and he withdrew, pulling almost all of the way out of me. The run out was incredible and was followed by a return thrust that took my breath away. In and out, back and forth, over and over again so many times that I lost track.
My world became the ebb and flow of sweaty intense pleasure as he filled and stretched me. The living room was filled with sounds of our heavy breathing, a continuous stream of moaning and whimpering, punctuated by me yelling for him to, “fuck me harder,” my prompting seemed to drive him to make the thrusting even faster.
He supported his upper body with his arms and I tried to push back in rhythm to his hips, but he was too heavy for me and instead caressed his back with my hands, my fingernails leaving visible furrows as he continued to drive into me.
Lost in time, I felt his body and rhythm change slightly, his moaning became deeper, his body seemed to suddenly grow rigid and then his loudest moan so far filled the room as his cock released and flooded my pussy as he pushed the deepest so far into me.
Instead of withdrawing, his body seemed to lose all energy. With his cock, still deep inside me his arms collapsed and I felt all of his weight on top of me. He realized what he had done and rolled both of us to the side, still inside me, and then rolled us onto his back.
We lay like that for several minutes, neither saying a word. I could feel his heart beating as I lay with my head against his chest. I would have been content had we stopped at this point. I could feel his cum starting to leak from inside me as his cock slowly returned to normal.
He surprised me as he whispered into my ear in a voice I almost thought came from inside my head than through my ears.
“I want to make you cum Rachel, let me eat you right now.”
While I had sucked many cocks on dates before, not a one of them ever wanted to eat my pussy after it had been fucked; I was so surprised that it took me a moment to respond.
“Rachel, before my cum is gone, let me eat your cream pie,” he said louder this time, which made me realize he was serious.
I smiled and moved up his body, his cock, now much smaller sliding out of my stretched and enflamed pussy. His cum almost immediately started to gush from my womb but there was still plenty inside me as I strattled his shoulders and then his face.
I almost jumped from the electricity as his tongue made contact with my outer lips. I felt his tongue exploring my folds, I heard him lapping up the mixture of his cum and my juices, it all felt so incredible. He was really good at this; his tongue seemed to have a map to all of my secret places.
His hands and fingers caressed and massaged my ass while his tongue worked its magic. Sometimes squeezing my cheeks, sometimes having his fingers running back and forth in the space between my pussy and my asshole, and sometimes rimming and circling my tiny rosebud, my body was on fire.
None of my previous, lovers, male or female, had ever invaded my ass while they ate me and although I could always orgasm from simply a good tongue-lashing, the combination of both pushed me harder and faster up and down the waves of pleasure that I was now experiencing.
Cries of, “OH Daddy” and “Fuck that feels incredible” filled the room and I am sure echoed through the open windows towards the houses of our sleeping neighbours.
I wasn’t sure if my eyes were open or closed, all I could see were shades and flashes of colour, oranges, yellows, reds. My body felt like I was on a roller coaster, rushing up and up and up, waiting for the inevitable crash to earth, but he wouldn’t release me, not yet.
Finally, with his tongue playing with my tiny clit and with a finger buried to the second knuckle in my ass, the roller coaster crashed to earth. I felt like I was free falling for miles. My body flexed and spasmed as the electricity rocked every inch of my body. Starting in my pussy and spiralling outwards my orgasm seemed to make every nerve ending in my body come alive and then just before I struck the earth, everything went black and was followed by nothingness.
The next thing I remembered was the buzzing of an alarm as if in a dream; I groggily opened my eyes and looked at a strange alarm clock.
4:02
I went to turn my alarm off but I couldn’t reach it, it was on the wrong side of the bed.
The memory of the passion and sex filled my confused mind, “Was that just a dream,” disappointment registered on so many levels as I worried I had just been dreaming again.
Then alarm went off again.
“I’ll turn it off,” came my father’s equally groggy voice.
Several things all happened at the same time. I realized I couldn’t reach the alarm clock because it wasn’t my alarm clock it was my fathers. I was in his bed and more importantly I was naked and he was snuggled up against my nude body. Feeling something wonderful, I realized he was naked.
It wasn’t a dream, it had actually happened.
I almost screamed out in delight, “It wasn’t a dream; daddy you actually fucked me last night!”
A reassuring voice said, “Yes Rachel, we did, you fucked my brains out, it was incredible, you were incredible, we were incredible.”
He leaned over and kissed me, his hands roaming over my body in early morning darkness.
From my breasts to my puffy and still inflamed pussy, my body felt incredible to him and to me.
“And, if you would like to, we can do it again and again while we are camping, and every day after that, if you would like.”
I kissed him back and said, “It is so nice that last night wasn’t a dream, and I want you to fuck me as often as you would like daddy.”