(c) Copyright 2007 Shiny See. ALL Rights Reserved
Edited, with thanks, by Mistress Penelope
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Getting The Ball Rolling
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Last Saturday night Dad and I spent the evening cuddled together on the couch while mum reclined in her easy chair watching some romantic Hollywood dross on the TV. I loved feeling dad's warm body next to mine, his heart beating and his strong arms holding me tight. I would have fallen asleep if I hadn't been so alert to his touch, to his vital presence.
Later on dad came into my room and instead of opening the door, leaning in and talking as he usually did; he opened the door, slipped in and closed the door quietly behind him. He stood silently for the longest time. It was so hard to keep still. I knew what dad wanted. I wanted it too, or at least I thought I did.
What did I want? I wanted to feel dad's arms around me, his body hot, pressed up against me, his mouth on mine, his cock... I couldn't think about my dad's hard ... member without trembling. I'd seen my dad with a hard-on more than once. Don't think he was showing it off either. I had to do my sneakiest snooping just to catch a glimpse. And even then I had to use my little make-up mirror. It fitted in the palm of my hand and I had become quite adept at holding it around corners unseen. Great for getting quick peeks when we all relaxed around the pool too. Dad in his Speedos. Whew! I shook.
Summer wasn't quite here but the warm north wind made the night hot and sticky and I lay there in a big old t-shirt of mums, under just a sheet. For some reason, even in the hottest nights I still needed a sheet to sleep under otherwise I just can't nod off. What was dad waiting for? Did he think I would scream? I didn't when I accidentally leant on his ... his erect body part. It was an accident really.
I thought back to that moment when we were on the couch watching the movie. Dad wriggled and stretched. So did I. I didn't mean to put my hand in his lap. God's honest truth. But while it was there I couldn't resist coping a bit of a feel.
Dad cleared his throat, I moved my hand and we settled ourselves back down, his arm around my shoulders and my head resting on his chest. I looked up at him and he just smiled. My heart was beating, fit to burst and my pussy was sending me some very wet signals.
My heart was beating, fit to burst all over again. What was dad doing? It was torture lying in my bed, waiting for him to do something.
A warm breath tickled the hairs on my ear. I could hear dad breathing the next time he gently blew across my skin. Waves of goose pimples spread across my skin. I felt tiny little kisses on my ear and down my neck. My nipples sprang into instant hardness and I just had to move. I stretched and rolled over, trying to appear as though I was still asleep.
It didn't work. I could hear dad's soft chuckle and I just had to open my eyes. Dad broad face was centimetres away from mine. I leaned forward and kissed him. Static sparks leapt between us. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. "I want you daddy." I whispered into his mouth when I had a moment to breathe.
"Oh do you baby?" dad whispered back. I grabbed one of his big hands and pressed it against my hard nipple.
"I know what you want daddy. It's yours for the taking," sigh, "take me daddy." We kissed and I lost track of time. While my big fantasy about dad had a 'lost on a desert island' theme, I would take the 'hushed fumbling in the dark' version if it were all I could get. "Where's mum?" I whispered.
"Taken a pill and gone to bed." Dad's hands were lifting the hem of my t-shirt. I sat up a bit so that he could strip it from my body. Oh joy! With dad's fingers squeezing, rolling and twisting my nipples and his tongue in my mouth, my body was starting to overload. My pussy gave a really strong spasm and I gasped. "OH!" I snapped my mouth shut, horrified that someone might have heard. Glad I didn't bite dad's tongue.
"Relax baby. Mum will be too far-gone to care, and your brother won't be home tonight." That news deserved another kiss. Dad's fingers began to slide down from my nipples and they slipped beneath my panties. Oh sweet bliss! I had played with myself so many times pretending they were dad's fingers instead of my own and now they really were gently tracing a route through my pubes to my wet slit.
Dad's fingers cupped my sex and he rubbed gently. My pussy pulsed and I let out a tiny howl. One finger parted my lips and I felt a gush of hot liquid pour out. Another finger joined the first and they slipped around my virginal hole and up over my hard nubbin. "Oh Dad! Yes!"
I had 'fooled around' plenty of times with past boyfriends but none of them had made me feel like this. They were too focussed on getting their rocks off, I guess. Dad was going slowly. Maybe too slowly for what I wanted. I grabbed his hand and pressed it into my wet pussy hard. "Oh faster daddy. Oh! Yes! Like that!"
"My little girl wants to cum eh?" His fingers whirled faster, pressing harder, pinching that sensitive bud and making me feel as though my body was on fire.
"Oh yes, yes! Daddy! OH!"
It wasn't the biggest cum I had ever experienced but it was sweet and had me huffing and puffing into dad's mouth. I lay back as dad and I kissed slowly.
Dad climbed up onto my bed and lay beside me. It was as I had always dreamed. His warmth and his hard cock pressed close to me. God, feeling dad's cock pressed to my thigh sent shivers through me. I reached down and held its hot rigid form in my hand. The shivers roared through me again as I began to stroke.
While I'd done this once or twice with my ex-boyfriend I didn't feel particularly experienced. I just hoped dad didn't think I was clumsy. My fingers could just about reach around dads cock and I loved how it moved and pulsed in my hand. Dad moaned and his hips moved back and forth in sync with my strokes. He gasped and cried out. "Oh baby, baby. You're making your daddy cum!"
I thought my dad's cum would be icky but it wasn't. It was warm and creamy and I loved the way dad spread it all over my hot body. Dad kissed me hard and then his mouth travelled to where he had spread his cum over me and proceeded to lick it all off.
Dad kept licking and kissing my body and he moved slowly to my hard nipples and a gasp rattled through me. His lips travelled over my tummy and over my downy pubes. I knew what he was after. I had read about it in lots of magazines. None of my ex-boyfriends had even asked if I might like this. Daddy didn't ask either but he didn't need to. He could do anything to me that he wanted to.
If I thought that dad's fingers slipping around my wet slit were fabulous, dad's tongue made me gasp and writhe. The waves of wonderful pleasure were so much more than I had ever felt before. I was almost surprised that my nipples weren't spraying sparks when dad's fingers reached up and began to twirl and squeeze them.
