Pulling off, I looked at my Dad's face. Thrown back on the couch, his face was pure bliss. I grabbed his balls roughly, squeezing firmly. Eyes wide open, he almost yelped. I softened my assault on his balls. As he reached to the back of my head, I leaned forward, engulfing him again. I bounced my head on his cock, sucking hard, driving down, pulling up slowly, sucking hard, my cheeks hallowed from sucking hard.
Then, back down hard, grinding my mouth deep on him, my tongue licking the underside of his massive cock, reaching to touch his sac.
To suck his hairy balls…
“Stop, baby,” Dad whispered.
“What is it, lover?”
“I need to taste you,” he said.
Pulling up, I stood, slowly pulling my tube top off, exposing my firm, rigid tits for Dad's gaze.
“Beautiful,” he breathed softly. Grabbing my shorts, I turned away from him, pulled the shorts down slightly, just far enough to see my crack. I bent at the waist, dropping my shorts and panties in one movement. Spreading my feet, I shifted my weight back and forth, looking at my Dad from the side.
His eyes never left my ass or slit peeking from between my legs.
“Daddy, lick me,” I told him.
I wanted him.
I wanted his tongue in me, licking my body, touching my clit.
Dad scrambled to his knees, grabbed my hips, and pulled his face into my ass quickly. His tongue reached deep between my legs, licking up my slit. Reaching my hole, he pushed his face hard against my backside, jamming his tongue deep in my wet hole. My legs almost buckled. Locking my knees, I ground my body back against him, meeting each push with my own in return.
“Turn around,” Dad said. I stood as Dad moved forward slightly, his hands reaching behind my ass, pulling my crotch to his face. Dad pulled my leg up, opening my cunt to him. He attacked my engorged clit.
My body reacted, thrusting against his face as he sucked my clit into his mouth. Lost in this new feeling, I reached to him, pulling him deeper. This was the first man to ever suck my cunt, to flick his tongue over my clit. I growled deep, pulling his face tighter against me. I thought he might smother. My lips spread, wrapping on his face. I humped him hard. Lights, exploding behind my closed eye lids, grinding my cunt on his face, I thrust involuntarily against his mouth and tongue.
Harder, faster I humped him. Seconds more, my body went rigid. I came hard. Never before like this, on a tongue. I ground my cunt against his mouth hard. Thrusting, humping. My body went limp.
I slumped to the floor.
Dad attached, licking my slit, drinking my pussy juices.
I pushed him down on his back, his rigid cock pointing to the air. I reached, grabbed his cock, moved to straddle him.
I passed my leg over him.
I aimed his cock to me, and slid my hungry cunt down on him.
His hands reached for my tits, roughly squeezing, pulling my nipples. I ground my body down, impaling my body with his rigid cock. Up, down, I pulled his meat with my cunt muscles. My lips stretched, holding firm on his sticky cock. My juices flowed, lining his cock and balls with my juices. He reached his hand into my crotch, his thumb running over my open slit, mashing my clit against my body.
A jolt of lust ran through me.
I jammed his cock deep into my body. Now grinding down hard, I arched my hips front wards, backwards, hard and fast, beating his cock with my cunt. I fucked him hard. Our breathing came in gasps. Rocking my body, I tried to rip his hard cock from his body, jamming up, down, sideways, front, back, but ever deeper. I drove down so hard, I tired to jam his nuts up my cunt as well.
I wanted all of my Daddy!
“Come for me Daddy!” I commanded. “I want to feel you pump sperm in my body! I need your sperm!” I continued. “Feels good Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!” I started to chant over and over softly.
“Fuck me Daddy fuck me daddy fuck me daddy fuck me daddy.”
Each time, I ground my hips down hard, lifted up, and drove down hard again. Our bodies slapped together, my ass slapping down on his hips. I bounced up, down, and repeated harder. Dad grabbed my hips, pulling me down hard, his nails almost tearing into my flesh. Groaning loud, almost screaming, Dad's hips rose up off the floor.
Body tensed! One last thrust, Daddy exploded, driving his cum out of his sac, into his shaft, and spitting it deep into my body. I could feel his muscles spasm, his cock expand, then erupt forth, filling me again. I swirled my hips, feeling each spurt of his seed in my body. I leaned forward, down, resting my body on his as his cock spit its last drops of seed. Stretching my legs out, I clasped my legs, holding his cock in my cunt.
“Hey Daddy! Welcome home! How was your day?” I inquired. I continued to grind my wet, soaked, filled cunt on his flaccid cock.
“Do it again Daddy!”
There, on the carpet, my Dad beneath me, his shriveling cock pulling out of my thrashed cunt, I laid my head on his expansive chest. Our naked bodies melded. I wiggled closed to him, mashing my tits on him, humping my crotch slightly, his cock stretched between my legs, locked in my slit. Dad stroked my hair, his hands exploring my back…
5.
“Baby,” he muttered.
Nothing more was said. It did not take long for Dad to grow uncomfortable lying on the carpet, me on top of him. Rolling to the side, he kind of dumped me off him, only his arm now held underneath my head, over my shoulder and down my back. He pulled me close, hugging me firmly. Pulling back, his hand slid between our bodies, his fingers grabbing my rigid nipple firmly. He rolled the hard nub between his thumb and index finger, rolling it back and forth. Tingles ran through my tit directly to my crotch. My arm instinctively pulled up, flattening his hand over my tit. I leaned to nuzzle his neck just as he gave my nipple another firm squeeze. I nipped at his neck, grabbing his skin between my teeth. He groaned deeply as I sucked his flesh into my mouth.
I reached down his body, searching for his cock. Flaccid, hanging down to the carpet, it was easy to find. Sticky! I noticed how sticky his cock was. It had to be my juices coating him. Some crusty, some sticky, some dribbling at the end of his cock. I wrapped my fingers around the man meat, pumping the limp shaft, my hand bouncing off his nuts. I released his cock, grabbing his hanging sac. His hips arched toward me as I squeezed. A grunt escaped his lips as I rolled the balls in my hand.
“I've got your balls in my hand,” I sang to the tune we all know.
Dad chuckled, looking deep into my eyes.
“Time for a shower, sweetie,” Dad groaned.
I rose and a stream of juice leaked from my cunt, dropping on Dad's thigh.
“Oh my,” Daddy said.
Turning, I grabbed my shirt, wiped his thigh, and stuffed the material between my legs. I ran up the stairs. Hesitating in the hall, I looked first to my door, then Dad's bedroom door. A crisp swat of my left cheek got my attention.
“My shower, baby,” Dad said.
I tossed my shirt into the clothes basket by the closet. I hesitated, wondering if I should take it to my room on the way out.
Dad grinned. “Doesn't matter babe,” he read my mind. I stepped into the shower, turning the knobs to get a stream of hot liquid. Taking another step, I was able to completely immerse myself in the hot stream of the shower. Dad followed quickly. As the water cascaded over my body, I noted Dad focused on my tits, the nipples rigid, poking straight out, lifting upward on my firm breasts. I pulled my hand to my nipple, flicking my fingertip back and forth over the firm nub. “Can I do that,” Dad inquired? I lifted my chest upwards, pointing my tits his direction.
“They're beautiful,” he said as he reached out to touch me.
