Daddy Does It
About this time Dad pulled his fingers out of my cunt, and rolled on top of me. I hung on to his cock, and when he was in position, rubbed the head of it vigorously up and down my pussy crack three or four times before positioning it at the entrance to my vagina. He gave a big heave, impaling me on his cock.
What our technique lacked in finesse, it certainly was effective and served its purpose. We both wanted to fuck, there was no question of that, now that my Dad was taking an active part in my little scheme, we only had to sort out how he felt about all of this.
At this moment, all of these questions were academic. My Dad had wakened me, he had instigated this sexual activity and at this very moment, every inch of his cock was buried deep in my cunt, ready to fuck my tonsils loose! Being what I am, I stopped everything cold as I grabbed my Father, kissed him hard, told him that I loved him, and asked him to fuck me, just as hard.
He replied that he loved me too, more than anything in the world, and then went about fulfilling my request doing a wonderful job of it. I'm not sure, but it seems to me that his orgasm took place after my fourth.
Our dilemma was that we had just fucked, actually a mind altering coming together of two bodies, and we had no basis to talk about it. I knew that this wasn't going to be a tearful berating of a parent for betraying all that was holy with his abused offspring. But just how would it play out? I didn't know.
When he came, Dad lowered his body on to mine, and I went to work milking the cum out of him with my cunt muscles. His cock eventually shrivelled up and slipped out of me. We rolled together on to our sides, and laid there looking at each other in their eyes. 'I love you Daddy!' I told him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He told me that he loved me, and kissed me too. After that, he took me by the hand and led me to the shower, and washed every part of me very carefully, something that he has been doing a good part of my life. When he finished bathing me and drying me with a big towel, I threw a bathrobe on and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, something Dad had always done before but I felt I owed him.
Dad showed up a few minutes later when I was about ready to serve the bacon and eggs. Nothing was said about our sexual encounters while we were eating, and later as I was cleaning off the table. 'Thank you for the nice breakfast,' he said giving me a knowing little feel of my ass.
Damned if I was going to talk about it if he wasn't going to, but our life went on that day just like it had before. There was no question but what I had seduced my Father successfully, he just didn't talk about it, or even acknowledge it.
When I cuddled with him on the couch watching TV, he put his hand on my belly, but made no effort to do anything more than that, except he kissed me a little more often than usual during the evening. When it came time to go to bed I didn't know what to do, there was no way I was going to back down after going this far, but I needn't have worried. When the TV show was over, he simply took me in his arms and felt my cunt, slowly drawing one of those fingers of his through the slit. One touch from him and I knew where I was going, no need to ask questions. He fucked me three times that night and I had another visit to paradise.
The guy was amazing. He seemed to always have some erotic trick up his sleeve, and every one was wonderful. He never started two sessions alike, and no matter how it started, there was no telling how it would end except that it was usually spectacular for me. More than that, he seemed to be able to judge my moods, and how to proceed to please me totally. As time went on, I never found him to be at a loss for ideas about what to do, and he never lost his firm but gentle touch. I learned that his bedroom was our playground and our play stayed there for the most part. Around others, there was no hint that anything had changed between us.
It was pretty much up to me to open up new ground between us, and gradually we began to talk about sexual things. I found that he had little if any idea about oral sex, but little by little, I was able to overcome that. The first time I went down on him, professing to take a close look at the way his foreskin covered the glans, I slid it back and quickly popped the head of it in my mouth. He was surprised to say the least, but before he could tell me to take it out of my mouth, I started to swirl my tongue around it. That changed things, and before he came in my mouth, you couldn't get it out of there if you tried. He seemed to be amazed that I could take so much of his cock in my mouth, and was totally blown away when I swallowed his come. Of course I learned these things from girl talk in my circle of friends, and the ready supply of guys who were always more than willing to let us practice on them.
After my Father's introduction to the joys of oral sex, it was not hard to convince him that a girl's cunt enjoyed the texture of a tongue too. I must admit that Dad had some really skilled fingers when it came to the titillation of female genitalia, but I still preferred a tongue. That skill took him a bit longer, but in time he became pretty good at it. He was surprised that licking my cunt turned him on as much as it did. He could never get enough of the smell of my cunt whether it was from his head buried in it, or the smell of it on his hands.
One other thing, when I brought up the subject of fucking me up the dirt chute he thought that I was a pervert. I dismissed it as nothing much, while he thought that it was unnatural, and, well, dirty. I have to say that my Dad is a good sport, and he agreed to try it. I told him that most men liked ass fucking and some women did too. I explained that men found it much tighter to fuck a woman in her ass than in her cunt, and many liked it for that reason.
One night when Dad seemed a little bit friskier than usual, I knelt on the edge of the bed and had him fuck me. When the cum started seeping out of my cunt, I wet my fingers in it, and started to lubricate my asshole with cum. Watching me doing this kept Dad as stiff as an iron rod, and when I had finished, I had him shove his cock back in my cunt to get it slick with his cum. Then I had him shift his attention to my asshole, gently pressing his cock up against my little rosebud. With a little pressure the head popped in, and having warned Dad to take it easy, he gradually worked his shaft into me. He liked the feel of it, and when I started working with him, he started to really fuck me, exploding his cum deep in my bowels. While he liked it, he couldn't get over the idea that it was somehow dirty, and besides, he said that there was nothing wrong with ordinary fucking.
I had no problem with that, one way or the other, and if it was fucking he wanted, it was fucking he would get, probably more than he really ever wanted. I was getting more fucking than ever before, and good fucking too, not like the boys I had always dated. Dad instinctively knew what he was doing, and he knew how to please me in the process, taking the time to make sure that my needs were taken care of.
As life went on, we became more comfortable with each other, and able to talk about any subject, no matter how intimate. We had many deep conversations about all manner of things from anatomy to politics to sex to anything that might come up, even religion.
I graduated from high school that summer but rather than go to college, I decided to stay home. Dad was not the world's best housekeeper even though he really tried. We talked about it, and decided the place needed some renovations as well as a thorough house cleaning. So I took over that summer and coordinated the comings and goings of contractors who tore the place apart while I was cleaning it from top to bottom. Eventually we had h a modernized home, with lots of new things, where everything worked as it should for a change and it was sparkling clean, if I do say so myself.
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