I lay in my dad's arms, still woozy from what just happened -- physically and emotionally. My free right hand reached for his arm, and caressed the knots of muscle that roping from the shoulder to the elbow. It struck me then, that there was something about an older man in peak physical shape that I found desperately attractive. Of course, he owed this fact to his job as a conditioning coach -- but there it was all the same, this frame of capable limbs, narrow waist, and a big, brutish chest.
He seemed sound asleep - on his back, his cock curled on its side against his thigh. My father's cock. I couldn't stop staring at it. Mostly limp, it had the promise of springing to hard life with just a touch, or a lick. That excited me - both the thought of watching it grow straight and hard and the idea that I would be the cause, that I'd have that power.
I admired the balls, too. The outline of each testicle was visible and yet they were contained within this sack of delicate skin covered by peach fuzzy hair. I just wanted to lick it and drive him wild.
I was getting all worked up, to say the least, and the idea of just mounting him and rubbing myself on his cock made me feel all gooey inside. I pushed myself up on all fours and placed one knee on the opposite side of his hip and slowly, my head bent to watch, I lowered myself onto his cock. When contact was made between my pink lips and his fleshy shaft, I lifted up slightly and lowered again, several times, feeling the stickiness that fused the two together with a cling that made me swoon.
Then I lowered myself in earnest and began sliding up and down the shaft. I felt it twitch twice, suddenly, almost like cramped muscle, and then it started to harden, lengthen, and straighten. I gasped quietly when I felt that, and I put one hand on his chest and the other on his tummy, where my fingers pressed into the slightly soft layer of flesh (his body's only real concession to age) that stretched over the hard ridges of abdominal muscles beneath. I loved that part of his body and it was the first time I'd touched it.
Now I was really sliding back and forth on his hard shaft. He began to stir, as I looked down and watched the obscenely big crown of his dick appear from underneath me -- and then disappear, as I stroked the full length of my now very wet lips all up and down the shaft.
"Kellie," I heard my dad whisper.
I meant to look at him and smile and say something sweet, but my body had separated itself from my brain, so I kept just staring at the place where the tip of his cock appeared and disappeared, with my mouth simply whispering, "So good. So good."
I felt his hands caress my face -- his fingers tracing either cheek, combing my hair back from my face, until they'd gripped my head. He lifted my face toward him in this way, curled up in a little crunch, and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth, and the feeling of it swirling with mine stopped my grinding. His face smelled and tasted like pussy -- mine.
As we kissed his hands slid down to the small of my back, where they moved to caress my hips.
"Your body's so small and tight," he said as we broke our kiss, our foreheads touching, my red hair surrounding his face like a curtain. "I love it. I just want to touch it."
"It's all yours, daddy," I said.
He lifted me off of him and pushed me onto my back, as he got onto his knees. "Your skin is so fair, so soft," he said, as he clutched my right leg by the calf and rubbed his cock on my thigh.
"Yes," I said. I wasn't at my most articulate, that's for sure.
Then he was rubbing his cock on my tummy, enjoying skin that soft yet firm at the same time. I smiled, arched my back, and slid one hand over his thigh. He said something I didn't understand, to which I smiled and said "yes."
He moved his body up closer to my face and he was soon on all fours with his slightly bobbing, twitching cock right near my mouth, his hands on one side of my head, his knees on another. I wasn't sure what to do for a moment, and then he lifted his knees into a kind of push-up position -- a move that tensed his muscles, especially his abdominals and lats, and also brought his cock into contact with my mouth.
I pursed my lips with a bit of tongue showing through and he kind of rubbed the underside of his his dick against them lengthwise, going from the tip to the base of his balls, rubbing lengthwise, moaning. I brought saliva to the front of my mouth and wetted my lips and tongue and parted my lips more, so that more of the underside of the shaft slid against my wet, warm tongue.
He was gasping and his dick was twitching in a way that made me think he was going to cum. Almost involuntarily, my left hand -- the one that wasn't between his thighs playing with his balls and caressing his ass cheeks -- was on my pussy, rubbing my clit, feverishly.
At some point - I'm not sure how long after we were in this position -- he took my left hand, and brought it to his lips, and licked juices off my fingers. He then lowered his face and kissed my lower tummy, my upper thighs, my lower tummy again, his tongue fluttering, oh so good. Then his tongue found my clit and licked it calmly, slowly, in a smooth rhythm, and while there for a minute or so, he brought one of his knees over and across to the other side of my head.
He'd positioned himself in a 69 position with him on top, his huge, muscled body hovering over mine, his dick now totally in my face. I was kind of shocked by this -- things had gotten very dirty very quickly, and he'd made this latest move without even seeking my assent silently the way you do in bed sometimes.
My feelings about this were a tossed salad of fear, wonder, arousal, and disgust. Somehow the move offended me, like I couldn't believe that he thought he could just plant his balls on my forehead or position his dick not just for a blowjob but in a way that would let him fuck my mouth -- my mouth! his daughters! the second time we were having sex! -- anytime he wanted, like he was pride of the herd, or like he was a sultan.
On the other hand -- this very display of power and desire made me so wet and excited. Kind of like he couldn't help it -- his hard cock, his balls full of cum, had a mind of their own, and they had to get near my cute little face, and were drawn to it like a magnet. The very dirtiness aroused me -- we weren't just fucking, after all, which is dirty enough, especially if you're a father-daughter pair. We were in a 69, and daddy was on top.
And plus -- he was eating my pussy in a way that made me grind my hips and flex my legs. He was pressing a button at the center of my being that made me feel both like my pussy was my entire body and like the lower half of my body wasn't even there. Like it had floated off into the air and somehow I could still feel it.
I turned my head upward and licked his shaft up and down its length. My wet tongue slid all down the shaft. I reached up further and sucked a nut into my mouth, and gently and wetly bathed it with my tongue. I reached around his thighs and clutched his cock by the base, and pulled it, which was awkward -- it was very, very stiff and I had to pull it past his thigh -- and pulled it in position to enter my mouth.
At first I fluttered my tongue all over the tip. I held it firmly, controlling it as this licking made his hips buck. At the moment I pulled the tip in my mouth and bathed it with my wet mouth, shockwaves suddenly spread through my body from the center of my being and I started to cum. It came on suddenly and my thighs clamped on his head and I grunted "Cummmmingngnnt soo good!" or something like that. I know I shrieked.
