“Whatever you say, Daddy,” I said primly.
“You're toying with me!” he cried. “Dammit, Kathy, don't do that. “I'm trying to discuss this with you in all seriousness, adult to adult!”
“No use doing that,” I countered. “I love you and I would do anything for you. As far as I'm concerned that closes the issue. You would only be discussing it with yourself.”
“You're smart,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Very smart Okay, Kathy, come over here and let's do what we both want to do.”
“Now you're talking,” I said, and again I threw myself at him. This time there was no pretense of fatherly love. His hands roved over my body indiscriminately, touching all those parts he'd no doubt wanted to touch the night before. At first he rushed from one part to the next, but slowly he concentrated his energies. And I just kissed him and wiggled on top of his immense erection. I was very happy to be in his arms at last.
He caressed my tits through my blouse, slowly to begin with, applying more force as they warmed up to it. Already I sensed a master at work here. His fingers were deft and accurate, pinching my nipples and titillating my flesh just the way I liked it. The buttons on my blouse came undone in the process, and then my blouse came out of my skirt and somehow it slipped down from my shoulders. Half naked and fully aroused I ground my cunt hard against his cock, stimulating both of us at once.
“That feels just like it did ten years ago,” Dad said in a hoarse, soft voice. “Do you remember that time, Kathy?”
“No, tell me about it,” I said. I was close to my first orgasm and in no real mood to listen, but I wanted him to be happy more than anything else.
“You were seven years old.” He sat back and took a breather, letting me continue my vaginal stimulation. “It was a Sunday morning and you came in to bring the papers. Mum was already up and doing something downstairs. You and I began to fool around-remember how we used to wrestle and play in those days? Well, normally your mother was there and she'd always join in. But this time it went too far for some reason. Suddenly you were sitting on top of me, your little ass on my cock and you began to move back and forth. I didn't know what was happening at first. You didn't wear any panties and my cock had slipped out of my pajama pants, so it was your cunt against my cock! I wanted to stop you from doing it-but I couldn't make myself! So I laughed and tried to pass it off as just another game. Only you didn't laugh, you were deadly serious. Back and forth, your little nude cunt sliding along my cock, both of us silent and breathing hard until I shot my wad all over my belly. You don't remember that? I'll never forget it. I wiped myself and told you to get the hell out of my room, and I made sure it never happened again.”
“Funny that I can't recall that,” I said. “It sounds like it was fun to do.”
“I loved it,” said Dad. “That's what mortified me. I loved every erotic second of it. And now it's happening again, only this time we both know what's going on.”
“I like the idea of doing it in the nude, Dad,” I whispered. “What do you think?”
“What the hell,” he laughed. “If we're going to do it, let's do it properly.” We both got up and stripped, our eyes fixed on the other's body. His towering erection made me tremble from head to toe but I liked to look at his face, too, and see the impact my youthful form had on him. His appreciation was heartfelt and total. And, while his lust turned me on, so did his body. This was the first time in years that I'd seen him undressed and for a man his age he was in excellent shape. A patch of grey hair covered his chest, his belly was still flat, shoulders broad, arms strong thanks to the executive gym, and that magnificent rod topped it all off. He sat back down in the chair and held out his arms to help me into position. I lowered my cunt over his cock gingerly, getting it just right before starting the back and forth motion. Its hardness glided in between my labia, working into my pussy till it touched down on all the sensitive spots. With my arms around Dad's neck, I let the sensations take over. My loins worked automatically, intent on keeping the emotions coming. Back and forth, back and forth, his taut, hot flesh stirring up wild, intense feelings in me. And, judging by his broad smile, it was doing the world of good, too.
Both of us went along with this form of lovemaking to the point at which a change was called for. I tried to recapture our first attempt at this but my seventh year had disappeared from my memory bank. To make up for that I concentrated fully on the feeling this time to ensure I'd never forget again. How deliriously it chafed along my lubricated furrow! The sum total of his virility and his desire for me came through his erectness, and I loved him all the harder for it. My hands held on to his shoulders tightly as I worked my cunt up and down his long cock, and I kept an eye on it to make sure my motions were accurate. All Dad could do was play with my tits and grin.
But it wasn't enough! I wanted to know his cock intimately, every little bit of it. It was big and it was hard but what did it taste like? Without warning I slipped off his lap and came to rest on my knees between his legs. Dad didn't protest. In fact he parted his legs further so that his swollen balls dangled before my face and his cock throbbed above them, so vibrant I could almost hear its motor tick over. My tongue reached out and ran up and down the side of his cock, savoring the hardness and the yielding veins, licking up under the helmet of flesh topping the stalk. Both my hands caressed and cupped his balls, fascinated by their weight and size. Here was a real man, I thought, not a beginner like Bob but a man of experience, one who'll know how to evoke the wildest passion in my body- and with this very tool!
I began to make love to his cock with mouth and hands, stroking and licking, running my nose through the bushy hairs growing all over the base of it and savoring the heady, sweaty aroma I found there. For a while I forgot all about the rest of him. It was his cock, his balls, his strong thighs that mattered to me. My tongue dragged through the hairy patches and spiraled about the smooth glans. Gently I closed my lips over his knob and dipped my face low over it, down as far as I could go. His cock filled my mouth completely. I wanted more. It sent erotic burrs through my body and instilled in me a wild desire to bite his cock off and swallow it so I'd be able to keep it forever. Moaning and gasping I bent lower over his cock and went to take it into my throat. Of course I couldn't. With a sudden fit of gagging I pulled back and took a few deep breaths, only to go right back down on him. Dad was as excited as I was, his loins pushing at me as though he wanted to fuck my face. Again his cock filled me up and this time I tried to relax my whole body, if I could only get rid of the tension I figured it was possible to let him enter my throat without throwing up. Greedy yet controlled, I worked down over his thick stalk till his knob bumped against the back of my palate. It took a real struggle to stop the impulse to gag, but I did it. And once that barrier was passed I found it less difficult to take him further down.
“Oh Jesus!” Dad groaned, his strong body writhing in his executive chair. “If you only knew what that did to me! Oooh, yes! That's just marvelous!”
I heard him through a strange fuzz. Everything in me concentrated on taking his cock down my throat moving my face back and forth to allow me to breathe in time with my sucking. It was impossible to open my eyes; in fact it felt as though my whole face was full of cock, so full that all of my faculties were too congested to function. His cock bobbed jerkily inside me, pulsing and hard, and now and then his lust made him push down too deep, disturbing the rhythm of my swordswallowing act. But we managed. At last the business of his pubic hair brushed against the tip of my nose each time I pushed down over him, and thus encouraged, I took the last of his cock into my mouth. It was a moment of pure exhilaration for me. The cock that had inflamed my fantasies only the previous night was now lodged down my throat. And, if Daddy's convulsive grunts were anything to go by, I would soon be treated to a burst of his cream for dessert. I wanted him to come so badly! My lips mauled his cock, my tongue did its level best to add to the action, and all the while I sucked at him as though I wanted to draw his vital juices out of him tike milk through a straw.