She turned his palm over and massaged the pads of the fingers, noting the coarseness of the skin and the hard calluses, the fruit of a lifetime of hard work, before returning it to it's place on her hip. She repeated the procedure with the other arm and placed it on her other hip and looked at the bulge in her father's shorts. Her hands went to the waistband and he immediately covered them with his own, stopping her.
Amy leaned back and looked him in the eye.
"Daddy, how long has it been since you've touched a woman?" She asked.
"You know how long." he said.
"And that long since a woman's touched you. I want to do this for you, Daddy. Just let me do this."
She freed her hands and in one smooth motion slid the tank top over her head and dropped it on the floor. His eyes widened and she let him drink in the sight of her beautiful young breasts, the normally pale pink nipples dark and hard, pointing upward, the areolas puckered. She straightened her back, offering them to his eyes. They were perfect, firm and with not a bit of sag as they jutted from her rib cage. His cock twitched beneath the material of his boxers and she smiled. Yes, whatever else he may be, she thought, he's still just a man.
She took his hands and placed them over her breasts, squeezing his fingers into her tender flesh. He felt the nipples poking into his palms. When she was sure his hands were fixed she again reached for the waistband of his shorts and slid them down. He lifted his hips and she tucked the elastic under his testicles lifting them.
Amy felt an irrational sense of pride in the size of her father's genitals and admired his penis as it pulsed above his abdomen; the shaft hard as steel, the head soft as velvet. She placed a thumb at the base and slowly slid it up to the head and a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. She did it again and the drop became larger. She continued to express the clear sticky fluid until a quantity sufficient to coat the entire head had been gathered. She intended to use this natural lubrication since she was pretty sure the massage oil wouldn't taste very good.
Her father's hands continued their massage as she teased his penis running her wet finger around and around the head and over the super-sensitive diamond on the underside just below. Finally she bent and placed a kiss on the tip. She licked her lips savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. Moving her hair out of the way so she was sure he could see, she slowly lowered her head, letting his cock push her lips apart as it would if it were entering her vagina. Lowering her head farther, she had to open her mouth wide to accommodate him. She took as much of him into her mouth as she thought she could stand and then slowly retreated letting the head pull on her lips as it was removed.
She repeated this action several times before picking up the pace. Not able to take all of him into her mouth, she pumped him with her hand while with the thumb and index finger of the other hand she made an OK sign at the base of his balls to keep them from drawing up as he got closer to climax.
Tim tangled his fingers in his daughter's hair and began pumping his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She looked up and saw his eyes were closed and a look of deep pleasure covered his face.
Soon his breathing became ragged and his stomach muscles convulsive. With her fingers she kept his balls from drawing up into the body cavity as soft moans escaped his lips. She wanted him to come in her mouth, to swallow the hot sticky fluid. But she wanted more to see him, to watch him release all the tension he was carrying. She straightened up and looked at his face. Funny, she thought, how extreme pleasure and extreme pain produce the exact same facial expression. Are they on the same continuum or opposite aspects of extreme feeling?
Several of her boyfriends had shown her how to hold them on the edge of orgasm in order to prolong the feeling and she slowed the pace, stroking him only once a second or so, to keep him hovering over the abyss. His head was rocking side to side and his moans were becoming strangled. She felt his legs trembling beneath her. The shaft of his cock grew even stiffer and his balls hardened as well. An animalistic groan was resonating deep in his chest and growing louder. His body stiffened, his hips lifted off the sofa.
"Just let it go, Daddy. Just let it go." She looked down and saw the head of his cock swell as if taking a deep breath just before it exploded sending a thick white stream of semen flying up to his chest.
She tried to time her strokes to the spasms of his cock as she pumped a second stream out of him which landed on his stomach. More cum flowed like lava over her fist and she kept up the pace until she was sure he was completely drained.
She let go of his cock and bent over him kissing his face which had relaxed, its furrows and ridges smooth.
"I love you so much, Daddy."
"I love you too, baby girl. Thank you." He said, his voice deep, his eyes closed.
Amy held him for a few minutes and then went to the bathroom where she dampened a wash cloth in warm water and returned to the living where her father was snoring softly on the sofa, his boxers still down around his thighs. "He's exhausted," she thought. He barely stirred as she cleaned him up. She kissed him and covered him with the comforter before making her way into her room.
It was only then, as she removed her shorts and panties, that she became aware of her own desperate need. She ran her hands over her breasts and pinched the nipples. But she didn't a warm-up, her pubic hair was damp and matted and her pussy felt wide open a familiar hard knot had formed in her belly. She threw herself onto the bed and with one hand on her breast, teasing and pinching the rock hard nipple, she ran her other hand down to her crotch. She ground the heel of her hand against the pubic bone just above her clit and easily slid 2 fingers inside sopping wet opening releasing some of the lubrication which had collected there. It tickled as it ran down to her asshole.
She raised her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could, and by tilting her hips and lifting them off of the mattress, she found that spot inside her pussy and pressed her fingers into it as she ground her palm against her clit. Images of her father's cock spewing semen mixed in her mind with the feeling of the savage fucking she'd received from the biker's merciless dick as she came in violent explosions of sensation. Electrical waves of pleasure raced from her pussy to her toes and up to her nipples as a second climax built up the wreckage of the first. A third orgasm left her gasping and vibrating as she held both hands over her crotch, easing herself back down to earth. Her breathing returned to normal and she rolled onto her side, placed a pillow between her legs and fell into a deep satisfying sleep.
