Dad laughed and went on his way while I went my way, each time we passed each other after that my father would grin and wink.
When my guests started to arrive mum appeared from the kitchen and stood in a corner of the living room keeping an eagle eye on things, I knew that if anything happened that went beyond her strict limits she would step in quickly to end it, I felt it put a bit of a damper on things. Dad made up for it though, he was happily circulating around the room chatting up all my girlfriends and those of the few boys I had invited, mum never seemed to mind my father's flirting though I couldn't understand why this was when she kept such a close eye on me. As the evening wore on my friends started to dance to the fast beat of the music coming from the stereo, mum had sat down and was looking rather bleary eyed to me, I looked over at dad and raised my eyebrows in mother's direction. My father grinned and came over to me, pausing on his way to flirt with three of my girlfriends.
"Well hello there birthday girl." dad grinned when he reached me.
Before I could speak he had picked me up and was planting a kiss on my lips, it was a light peck, very fatherly and very proper, yet it did something inside me that I had never expected; it excited me.
"Dad," I breathed as he put me down again, "is mum all right?"
"I hope so," dad grinned, "she's put away a third of a bottle of vodka."
"What? Mum?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh she doesn't know it," dad laughed, "but I've been spiking her drinks. She'll fall asleep soon, when she does I'll take her and tuck her up in bed, then you can really enjoy yourself."
True enough my mother fell asleep, without any fuss dad carried her upstairs and returned about fifteen minutes later smiling all over his face, winking at me he asked one of the girls to dance and within minutes the party had really taken off. Though my father didn't allow any of us kids to drink anything stronger than a little wine his attitude livened the whole event up, someone dimmed the lights and a couple of the boys started snogging with their girlfriends in the corners of the room. A little while later dad came over and swept me off my feet, the music was still fast and as we hopped and bounced dad grinned at me.
"Better?" he asked looking around the room.
"Much," I grinned, "but I feel a little guilty about mum."
"Don't be," he laughed, "you didn't know anything about it until I told you what I was up to, so I carry all the blame. Just enjoy yourself Ruth, you're only young once. As for me, I'm going to chat up that busty friend of yours as soon as this record ends."
I knew without asking who he was referring to, Grace, she was the same age as me, but her development in the bust area was, to say the least, phenomenal. Laughing I looked over to where Grace was surrounded by boys and wished my father luck. True to his words as soon as the record ended he left me and headed for the crowd around Grace, with the ease of experience he brushed aside the boys with a 'the lady needs a real man' and swept her out into the middle of the room to dance. Watching Grace with her bouncing boobs dancing with my father, who made no pretence about what he was watching, I felt a little jealous. It was an odd feeling and I felt confused that I felt this way as if anyone should feel jealousy it should by all rights be my mother. A little while later dad changed partners and I still found myself feeling jealous, but I shrugged it off as being silly, or at least I tried to. Then dad came over to me again and I felt all excited and girlish, I wasn't quite sure why I was suddenly feeling this way about my father, but I did my best to hide it as he closed in on me for the first slow dance of the evening.
Drifting around in my father's arms I felt happy, safe and secure, I also found myself feeling a little turned on as his body rubbed against mine, whatever was behind my sudden strange feelings I would have gladly stayed in my father's strong arms all night, but it was not to be. With a grin dad homed in on Grace again and was soon cuddling her as they danced slowly round the room, once again I felt jealousy rise in me. The boy I was dancing with seemed like a mere child when I thought of what it had felt like to be in my father's arms.
Some time latter some bright spark suggested we play a game of hide and seek, oddly no-one disliked the idea and the game was soon on; even dad joined in after warning the rest of us to keep clear of the room where my mother was sleeping. A seeker was selected and he started counting while the rest of us went and hid. I knew just the place to hide, a concealed cupboard dad had put in down in the basement, unless you knew it was there the thing was unnoticeable, even the catch was hidden in the decorations and I knew that I wouldn't be found there. Letting the others disperse I waited until I was alone before heading down to the cellar, not wanting to leave a clue that someone was down there I left the light off and in the darkness I fumbled my way to the cupboard, opened it, got inside and closed the door. Then I froze at the sound of breathing other than my own, someone else was already in the cupboard and in the dark I hadn't a clue who it might be, a hand touched me then pulled me forwards. My surprised gasp of protest was suddenly cut off by warm lips on mine, hands ran up and down my back sending sudden shivers of growing excitement through me as I relaxed and returned the kiss I was receiving. The arms around me were strong and confident and I suddenly knew that it was my father doing these things to me!
Rather than feel shocked or upset I felt a sudden wild desire to let him do as he wished to me, sighing into his mouth I let myself melt in his arms. Sensing my surrender my father began to explore my body with his hands, sliding them into my dress to play with my tits and then down to the hem of my dress to slide a hand under my dress to stroke my pussy through my panties. I could feel my juices gushing and making my panties wet, I had no doubt that my father could feel this too, I yearned for him to run his fingers over my bare flesh and wriggled against his stroking hand, pressing it even tighter to my pussy. His body pressed against mine pushing me back against the wall as his stroking became firmer on my tits and pussy. I gasped when I felt his fingers close around my nipple, squeeze it gently, and felt frustrated that he was making no move to take off my panties, pushing my hand between us I felt for the flies of his trousers, forcing the zip open with excited fingers then reaching in to pull his cock into the open.
His flesh was hard and fully erect as I finally closed a hand around it, he made a little growling sound in his throat when I started to rub my hand up and down his length, squeezing it gently as I wanked him and still he made no move to take off my panties. I could have screamed at him with frustration, but I knew that we had to keep quiet to avoid being found. Reaching down with my other hand I reached under my dress and started to push and tug at my panties, forcing them down as much as I could. My father's hand suddenly moved from my pussy and I was able, with a little wriggling, to force my panties down far enough so that they could slide down my legs to my ankles. As I stepped out of one leg of my panties my father's hand came back to my pussy, I shivered with delight as I felt his fingers run over my bare flesh, hovering over my clit for a while before moving down to slide into my wet pussy and as his fingers slid slowly into me I felt myself climaxing. Biting back my cries of pleasure I pushed down on his hand as a wave of ecstasy ran through me, my body trembled as his fingers slid into me up to the knuckles. Groaning into his suddenly demanding mouth I let my pleasure wash over me, my nerves twanging to the vibrations of my bliss. My father held his fingers deep in me as I went through my orgasm only moving when he felt that I had calmed a little. The sensations that ran through me as his fingers slid and twisted inside me were exquisite and I moved my hand on his cock at the same pace as his fingers in my pussy.
Moments later I felt another orgasm rising in me, this time more intense, more violent, my father must have sensed that I was close to climaxing for his fingers started to move even faster in me. His hand was pressing on my pussy with each thrust he gave and when his thumb rubbed on my clit I felt myself exploding with delight. God knows how, but I managed to suppress the cries of my excitement, turning them into low moans and sighs, as I hit a peak I knew that only one thing could be better than my father's fingers moving in me, that was his cock and I yearned for him to take me like a complete woman.
With an almost uncanny knowledge of my desires my father pulled his fingers from my pussy as I came down from the heights, his strong arms went around me, I felt him lifting me and with a soaring heart I lifted my legs and closed them around his waist. I had to bite back a scream of ecstasy as I felt his long, hard cock thrust into my pussy as though guided there, it sank into me in one long ecstatic motion that had me climaxing even as his groin pressed against mine. His lips were hungry on mine as I gave little jerking motions on his impaling cock, the sheer bliss I felt as his cock slid in and out of me was almost unbearable and I rose to new heights of pleasure as I bucked within the circle of his strong arms, my cries, which I could no longer contain, muffled by his demanding lips. At first my father moved slowly, his cock almost drifting in and out of my pussy, but before long his thrusts made my whole body jerk as our groins met with an exquisite intensity. Then he groaned into my mouth, his cock pushing so deep into me that I thought it would come out of my throat, I felt him tremble then a burst of warmth flooded into me.
