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 teen pussy well thumped. I squeeze my legs together, feeling my clit, mashing it between my thighs, remembering, longing for 6 pm when my Daddy gets back home from class. I will be ready. I want him again.
Daddy has been impressive lately. He trimmed his body weight down, purchased a set of home gym equipment, and filled our basement with all the best jewels 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. In addition, my legs, my calves, thighs grew taut, firm with leg lifts, and the many, many miles we put in on the treadmills. Daddy 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 giant nipple. In addition, the outfits I get to wear while working out, gosh they are hot. I had Daddy put mirrors on the wall. He steals glances, and I watch him when he does not know it.
Daddy stands 6’2″, broad shouldered, narrow waist, and sweet, tight ass. Daddy wears the same old stuff all the time to work out. He is in either 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, Daddy’s shape also changed drastically. He is hot for a person in his late 30’s. Well toned, tanned, and muscular, his whole attitude has changed. Teaching, he met younger women around campus. I swear, many of the women he started dating were not much older than I. He would bring them home for dinner often. Nobody stuck around for long. My Daddy 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 Katey. In addition, Katey 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, hairstyle matched mine, and was brown eyed. Not long after he brought her home and introduced her, she spent her first night in my Daddy’s bed.
I had no real memory of my Daddy’s sex life. I had never thought of sex until Katey. I had never heard Mom or Daddy engaged in wild, passionate sex. However, enter Katey, my Daddy 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, and I kiss boys, even share tongue. I have been felt up, also had my pussy mound rubbed through my jeans. However, other than an inconvenience, I never have spent time thinking about sex to the extent that some of my best girlfriends do. However, watching Daddy and Katey, 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 Daddy twisted Katey’s nipple through her clothes.
What got me was the first night Katey 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. Daddy and Katey relaxed behind me on the theater seats as I stretched out on the floor. Now late, and me tired, I kissed Daddy goodnight, told Katey I would see her later, and trundled off to bed. Time passed, I drifted off to a shallow sleep.
I was awakened first by groans. Inaudible, low level moans. I listened, thinking the wind must be blowing. Instantly, concern for my Daddy entered my mind. Was he sick? The cries 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 Daddy’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 doorknob. “Suck me,” Daddy commanded. A thousand pictures jumped in my head. My Daddy, his hand firmly wrapped around his stiff shaft, pumping, bringing himself to orgasm, or Katey’s lips tightly wrapped around his pulsating cock, face fucking her wet, pliant mouth and throat. Maybe, my Daddy, his hand intertwined in her golden hair, jamming his cock in and out of her mouth forcefully. 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, and 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 sleep.
I awoke early. Racing downstairs in my regular pj’s, I needed coffee. Sitting, sipping my first cup, Katey entered the kitchen dressed in one of my Daddy’s softball team shirts. Her legs, athletic and firm, flexed with each step to the cupboard. She made his sweater look good. “Morning,” she said almost apologetically.
“Morning Katey,” 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 is not that good I thought to myself. What was I thinking? My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Was my Daddy 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 Katey 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 Daddy had Katey 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, mesmerized by 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 contacted 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 Katey. “Fuck my pussy! Harder!” she growled.
“I’m going to cum,” Daddy grunted, slapping her right cheek with his hand. The pop made me jump. “Yes!” Daddy 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 Daddy as a very sexual being, with a hard cock, long, straight, fat. As I fingered my clit, I closed my eyes. To my surprise, my Daddy’s image jumped into my mind, his fingers that were rubbing my clit back and forth, and 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 downstairs, Katey was gone. Daddy was fixing his favorite, breakfast burritos. Usually too much food, excessively much for the large tortilla, I always made him cut the portions. It was a game for us. We ate almost silently. We talked, shared a few words about the day, plans, general chat. Finishing, Daddy 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 Katey 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 side of the table, her hips bent, legs draping down, and 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 Daddy 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 tube 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 him or her. 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 touching 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 Katey, her petite body in my same position. I heard her labored breathing as my Daddy 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, and taking each inch as Daddy pushed forward. My hips ground against the table. My clit, engorged, brushed the edge, sending an 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 Daddy, 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, and driving down on his buried face. Suddenly, he pushed his tongue deep into my hole, licking, reaming, and 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.
Fingers are intertwining in my hair, pulling my head back. A hand on my hip, Daddy’s body pulling tight against my body, rocking back and forth, grinding against my sex and ass. His hard, firm cock, sliding between my cheeks. Our bodies, rolling forward, pulling back, slapping forward, hips and flesh hitting hard. Humping, grinding bodies, flesh, lust. Hips arched, cock sliding up, down my wet slit. Penetrating, head forced, popping through my opening. A second hand was grabbing my other hipbone. Pulling my body back, pulling, pushing his cock in, invading, penetrating, thrusting hard, deep. My breath escapes. Wide 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 scream.
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, and 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 was 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. Daddy’s cock, slick, slide easier.
“Oh fuck baby,” Daddy growled. Mind lost! Rational thought was gone. Lust controlled! Daddy starts faster, harder thrusts into my body, convulsing on its own now. Over my clit, sensitive, driving hard. Daddy pulls himself into my body, fingers digging into my hipbones. Pulling, grinding his cock deep. I feel him arch. Table squeaks. Daddy 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, and draining any fluids remaining. Body sweating, a film of sweat covering us. Breathing ragged, deep. Silence.
We remain attached, our bodies joined. Normalcy returns, breathing slows. Daddy 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. Daddy’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.
Daddy pulled his deflated cock out of my cunt. My legs, splayed wide, almost ached as I pulled them together. I pushed my torso up, dragging my feet under me. As I stood, Daddy wrapped his strong arms around me. Turning me, he pulled me close to his body, wrapping his strong arms entirely around me, a protective shield from the outside world. We rocked together. I listened to his heart beating in his chest. Daddy scooped me into 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,” Daddy whispered. We drifted to sleep.
Several hours passed. Waking, eyes shut tight; I stretch, elongating my form, toes reaching down, and arms high over my head. A complete, full body stretch. My mind is flooded, thoughts racing through my head. My eyes fly open, and I search the room. Daddy’s office! 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. Daddy is 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 Daddy always quotes. I grinned ear to ear. I was redressed in my outfit for the day, grabbed lunch, and then headed out to do some shopping. I had in mind a new Barbie doll outfit for sleepwear. 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 Daddy’s garage door open, so flew downstairs 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 tightly, my legs wrapped 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, and 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, and a soft, first time kiss shared as lovers. Awkward! Awkward! However, 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. Daddy dropped his book bag as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. Pulling up for air, Daddy nibbled on my neck as I arched my head up, exposing more skin.
“Take me to the family room,” I commanded. Daddy swayed, shifting from one foot to the other. Slowly we headed to the family room.
“Your command is my desire,” he laughed.
Reaching the family room, I jumped out of his arms, pushed him back on the couch. Kneeling in front of him, I arrived in him, pulling his polo shirt off his body. My fingers traced along his pecs, my nails raking gently over his skin. I learned 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 to an unusual extent. 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. Daddy 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. Daddy’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. More significant than most people 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 Daddy’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, and sucking hard, my cheeks hollowed 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,” Daddy whispered. “I need to taste you,” he continued.
Pulling up, I stood, slowly pulling my tube top off, exposing my firm, rigid tits for Daddy’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 Daddy 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. Daddy 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,” Daddy said. I stood as Daddy moved forward slightly, his hands reaching behind my ass, pulling my crotch to his face. Daddy 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 ever to 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 eyelids, 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. Daddy 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 at 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 shot 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 frontwards, backward, 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, and I tried to jam his nuts up my cunt as well. I wanted my entire Daddy!
“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 repeatedly 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. Daddy grabbed my hips, pulling me down hard, and his nails almost tearing into my flesh. Groaning loud, practically screaming, Daddy’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 limp cock. “Do it again Daddy!”