"Hello baby," he said, "I didn't know if you wanted, you know, to carry on. Your Mum is fast asleep, she has taken one of her tablets, she will be dead till dawn."
I tapped the bed beside me. "Of course I do Dad, I was sad that we were interrupted, it seemed I was going to help with your uncomfortable feeling."
Dad sat beside me, his dick pointing up, "lay down Dad," I said. When Dad lay down I realised that his dick pointed more upwards than Tim. Tim's dick aimed up to his face rather than straight out from his body. Interesting, I had no idea why the difference.
I took Dad's dick in my hand and squeezed it, Dad sighed, a sigh of pleasure. I slowly moved my hand down, Dad's foreskin sliding down over his rim, a sight that I loved to see, it was so odd, we women don't have anything like that, the way his skin flowed almost over that hidden inside bit, his glans and its so sensitive rim.
I began to move my hand, faster and faster, pushing down as far as I could, really straining his dick, I am not adept at wanking dicks, this is only my third, Adam Jones being the first at school, we were behind the science labs one lunchtime, I let him feel my boobs and in return I wanked him, and Tim was my second. Perhaps I had a deal of catching up to do. Dad was gasping and his hands were gripping my mattress, his mouth was open, and he was taking lots of small gulps.
My fanny was feeling very wet, and not with the remnants of Tim's spunk. I wanted more, I was tempted, should I? Could I? I let go of Dad's dick and I lay down. Dad looked at me momentarily confused. Then he got the message as I parted my legs and stroked my soaking valley. Dad covered me, his legs between mine, his dick prodding at my fanny.
I held his dick and lined it up, Dad pushed, and he was inside me, stretching my fanny, his balls between my thighs. Oh it felt so good, not because it was Dad, but because it was a dick and it was stretching me in a wonderful way, I could really feel its hardness inside me. Dad pulled back and then pushed in again, slamming against my depth, I gasped, I couldn't help it, and Dad pulled back again.
My fanny felt momentarily empty, voided, and then Dad shoved again, a slap sound as he hit my mons and a gasp again as he hit my depth. Faster and faster Dad went, slaps echoing, gasps from my mouth accompanying them, Dad going harder and faster, my fingers screwing into the mattress, my buttocks tightening and then Dad gasped, and I fell a coolness as he spurted inside my fanny.
I held my breath I covered my mouth, I wanted to scream, my orgasm punished my body for resisting, my pleasures exploding through me in an overload of delight. My whole body tensed, and I felt my fanny trying to force Dad's dick out. I managed to keep quiet, even with a sleeping pill, Mum was only over the landing, she would hear, how could we explain.
Slowly I relaxed, my fingers released the mattress, my chest heaved as I tried to get my breath. Dad felt heavy as he lay on me, and then he rolled to the side and lay next to me. Nothing was said, Dad had just fucked his daughter and filled her with his seed, seed which was now dribbling out of her fanny onto the bed. I had a wet spot.
I rolled to the side and turned off my light and then lay back, my eyes staring into nothingness. A few days ago I was happily a virgin, and now I had been fucked by my new boyfriend and by my Dad, happily fucked. I heard Dad's breathing get deeper, would he stay the night I wondered.
Something disturbed me in the night, I don't know what it was, Dad was laying beside me, not quite snoring, a sort of purr, and then I heard a toilet flush, Mum must have gone to their loo. Did she wonder where Dad was, or did she guess? What would her reaction be? I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as I heard my door open. In the dim light I could just see Mum's head as she looked in. The door closed and Mum was gone.
I lay still, afraid to move, and then I heard the sounds of Mum snoring, she had seen, and simply gone back to bed, I relaxed. I had an urge, almost an itch inside me. I looked across at Dad besides me and I gently took the covers and moved them down, revealing Dad's dick, barely visible in the poor light. It wasn't hard, it was laying across his thigh, fat yet looking soft.
Gently I got to my knees and bent over Dad, I took his dick and lifted it away from his skin, I took a breath, and for the first time, my mouth surrounded a dick. I tasted it, sweet, that was probably from me, and metallic, probably from his spunk residue. I licked his dick, I pulled his foreskin down and ran my tongue around his rim, he jerked in bed and his dick went from soft to hard in my mouth.
My God what a feeling, going from soft to hard so quickly, and so hard, filling my mouth, pushing at my throat. I began to bob up and down on his dick, letting him go deep into my throat as I fucked his dick with my mouth, my tongue running across his glans, Dad gasping, his dick twitching. I held his balls, moving his balls inside their sac, gently applying pressure as if I were encouraging them to empty.
"Oh God Sue," Dad whispered, "Jesus."
He has nothing to do with it I thought, it is whatever happened when I met Tim, it changed me, it affected me, and I didn't know why or what, but I embraced it. I began to move faster on Dad's dick, sucking with all my lungs, squeezing him with my mouth. I knew it wasn't a fanny, and I knew that people did this, I just hadn't. Well, not before now I hadn't.
"Shit baby," Dad gasped and he thrust upwards, and his dick spurted, jet after jet of his spunk shooting down my throat, heading to my stomach. This was better, I thought, no mess, and then I thought, no it wasn't, my fanny had been left out. I eased his dick out of my mouth, and I lay back down, satisfied, yet not satisfied.
I felt Dad move on the bed, and his hands eased my legs apart. A breeze along my crease, Dad was blowing, his finger at the bottom of my crease as he sought, and found, my hole, circling, easing inside, two or was it three fingers, I couldn't tell. His tongue pushed at my clitoris, pressing it out from its hiding place, just as his fingers pressed fully inside and began to separate, I nearly screamed.
It hurt, but in a delightful way, my fanny was being stretched much more than his dick had stretched it, more than Tim's dick had, but with the pain came waves of pleasure, tensing my body, my buttocks squeezed tight, my heels pushing hard on the mattress, my fingers clutching, my mouth gulping as I gasped at the waves of delight in my body. Dad's tongue moved from my clitoris and rubbed along my labia, each wrapping around his tongue, trickles of ecstasy became torrents, and then he pressed my clitoris again, I screamed, I couldn't stop it.
I was bucking on the bed, my orgasm exploding through me, every nerve tensed every muscle, my back arching high off the bed, I felt something release and I squirted, soaking Dad's face. I was exhausted, I was drained, never had I felt such pleasure. I slumped back onto the bed, utterly shattered.
Dad rolled away and then I heard him whisper, "I need to wash my face and I ought to get back before she misses me. Goodnight sweetheart." And he was gone, leaving my door ajar behind him. I didn't tell him Mum had already seen him, I would worry about the consequences in the morning, Dad could have a decent nights sleep.
