As promised before, I'm quick with the updates. This is the second part in the series. Hope you enjoy reading it and can find yourself entangled in the emotions of this unlikely couple. If you haven't read the previous part please find the link in my profile.
Continuing Shreya's flashback
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But I had supported myself on my elbow for too long. I got that sour feeling in my shoulder and needed to rest for a bit. Added to that, my arousal had peaked moments before, but I didn't have an orgasm. Although father is an expert... I'm afraid I was insatiable. Nevertheless, I was grateful to have released some of my sexual frustration by "playing" with father. But with the arousal came a sense of guilt. These two feelings fought inside me like fire and water. What resulted was the steam that burned inside me. Maybe I didn't want to admit that I was so sinful. I was still trying to put up a barrier of shyness but failing.
"Your age and stamina are not in sync." I said, trying to avoid eye contact while extracting my left leg from under his arm and adjusting my nightgown.
He pulled me towards himself by circling his arm around my waist. I just felt an urge to lie down beside him. I rested my head on his arm and lay there on my back. With his long slender fingers he touched the side of my breast over my nightgown. Rhythmic. Sensuous. Reminiscent of the way he was twiddling with my pussy.
"You are gorgeous. You know that?" He said
"Maybe..."
"The things that we just did, as much as I know you... you wouldn't do it if Sumit was satisfying you. Is your marriage in trouble?"
I didn't want to talk about Sumit. I just wanted to forget about his negligence, his lack of love and drowning in work. I just wished this moment would freeze here. But I found myself pouring out everything. Tears rolled down from my eyes and reached my ears. I wiped them and said,
"I don't know what is wrong with him. He used to be very active. Although I didn't have a love marriage, I felt that he had fallen in love with me. But I didn't know it was all just a bubble. Very suddenly he just drifted away. Didn't care about me, my feelings, my needs. I don't...", my voice trailed off.
He hugged me tighter and said, "I apologize on behalf of him. But you don't need to think about him. I'm here for you. I'll love you more than he ever can."
I don't know why he felt the need to apologize to me. Maybe it was his fatherly love for me that was still trying to raise its head above the surface of the wicked waters that we were treading in. I snuggled closer to his chest, trying to drown myself deeper in that water.
The sun was still high up in the sky. It was probably 3 PM. I couldn't grasp the concept of time anymore. It came unnoticed, it went feeling ignored... I was suspended in a place where time didn't exist. Father struggled to move his left hand and place it on my breasts. He grunted. Probably it still hurt him to use full range of motions.
"It hurts so much right?" I said, running my fingers on his hairy hands.
"Yes... But it doesn't matter. It's nothing compared to the bliss that I'm feeling." He said while gently caressing my nipple over the nightgown. I subconsciously adjusted myself to give him easy access to my breasts. Just wanted to make things easier for him. I didn't realize the exact moment when it happened, but I had given everything to him. Just like that. Without his permission.
"How did you fall? Why were you so careless? What if something worse had happened?"
"Shreya, do you believe in destiny?"
"Kinda..."
"I like to believe that I fell for my destiny of reaching this moment with you to be fulfilled."
"You are poet as well!" I said giggling.
He reached his lips towards me. I raised my lips towards his. They met. His kiss was as gentle as a bee sitting on a flower to collect nectar. He gradually pushed his lips closer. His tongue slowly parted my lips and started exploring my mouth, not like a hungry beast but like a curious observer. His tongue found mine and danced together a wet dance, but it didn't feel obscene. I started feeling the wetness around my crotch again. I climbed on father and continued kissing him passionately.
He rested his left hand on my hip and began caressing it slowly. It tickled me. With his right hand he caressed my cheek and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. His touch unlike Sumit was sensuous. I must admit that Sumit's raw, bull-like force had a charm of its own that I really enjoyed when he was active. But this gentle force was kindling my soul in a way that I had never experienced before.
He pulled my head backward and let his hands drop on both my hips where he clutched my nightgown. He pulled at the nightgown and I lifted my butt to make it easier for him. I went a step further and completely pushed the nightgown above my head. They were a hindrance, a nuisance; an obstacle between me and my sexual salvation. Removing that piece of garment felt liberating, as if I broke the final chain that was holding me back. My shyness evaporated after that.
He cupped my ass in his palm, kneading it firmly. He moved his fingers from my butt cheeks to the boundary of my hairy crotch. For some reason an image flashed in my head in which I was standing at the kitchen counter, naked and father was behind me, messing with my butt. They jiggle playfully. This thought induced a sense of amusement in me and I smiled. I bent forward and kissed him again.
Right when I kissed him, he began rubbing my wet pussy lips. There was a pause and then...once again, a chill raced through my spine, upwards straight to the pleasure centre in my brain. I guess father could sense it, because immediately he pushed a finger through the hole. The kiss broke and my head stretched backwards, and I surrendered myself to absolute pleasure. He poked the hole slowly and made sure to touch every inch and corner of the luscious walls. My pussy continued to drip incessantly.
He pushed my butt close towards his mouth.
"Bring it closer to my mouth. I'm unable to move fully."
I positioned my pussy in front of his mouth. He aimed straight for my clitoris. With both his thumbs he pulled the little bit of skin barely covering my clitoris. With the tip of his tongue he flicked my clit relentlessly. First, circling around it, then attacking it head-on. He seemed to know all the tricks. Occasionally, he rubbed his chin full of stubbles on my pussy lips right under the clit. My clit was pitching a tent by now.
His tongue moved faster, changing pressure every few seconds. I imagined this as spectres appearing out of the dark and touching me in lewd ways and disappearing into the darkness again. My muscles tightened around my crotch. Then, he increased the pressure further. My head escaped some weight. I clasped the bed sheets and my back arched. Was that an orgasm? I don't know... But it sure felt good. It didn't tire me like a normal orgasm. It was like an appetizer.
"Do you want to go all the way?" he said alternating between my clit and the nothingness between my pussy lips.
That beautiful afternoon with bright sunlight creeping in through the crevices between the curtains, I made up my mind. With sweat building up and steam overpowering my entire body, I decided to take the plunge. Amidst the periodic noise from the ceiling fan and melodious sighs that I was taking, the voice of guilt got drowned. I nodded my head.
"But I must tell you, I can't give you my best. I can't stand. My movement is restricted."
"Don't worry father. You've done so much today. Let me give something back!"
I said with excitement and turned my body around to take a look at his penis. I hadn't paid any attention to it all this while, but even in that ignorance it had risen to its former glory. It was erect and tilting under its own weight. The load that it had previously released had dried on its surface. I held it in my hand, with my back towards his chest. My pussy juices were drying on his chest. I proceeded to put that monster into me. The moment I had been anticipating.
I stroked it a few times and raised my hips. I positioned my pussy above the penis head. A cool breeze passed between my thighs, sending shivers down to my feet even on such a warm day. I rubbed the tip of his penis on my wet pussy. That was the moment I realized the size of that penis from another perspective. His cock-head was narrower than the main shaft but it was still huge compared to my pussy hole. He might have thought that I was just playing with it. But I was trying to put it in but couldn't. It would stretch me so widely that I would scream. I am not good at handling pain. There was no way that I could take this giant penis...
