“Of course,” she said, smiling at him and shaking her long blonde hair out over the pillow to air the back of her neck. “In the morning, perhaps?”
“I would like that,” Rafiq said. He kissed her, softly, on the lips and left the room as Nicole fell asleep.
*
“More wine, darling?”
“Please,” Nicole said, holding up her glass for her father to fill.
Rafiq and Zidi had left around 5pm and Nicole was feeling replete and relaxed wrapped in a cotton bathrobe her father had fetched for her after a nude swim in the pool. The water retained the sun’s heat even though night had fallen. Nicole felt refreshed and happy she was with her father, enjoying a meal of wine, bread, regional cheeses and fruit, listening to one of his jazz CDs and sitting together the way she had been so much looking forward to.
“It’s so beautiful here, Daddy,” she said.
“It is now you’re here,” he said. He bent and kissed her, lingering for a moment, savoring the wine on her lips.
He was wearing a black t-shirt and a leather thong that cupped his bulging cock and balls, leaving the tanned cheeks of his ass bare. Nicole felt a sudden urge to run her fingers up the inside of his thighs, stroking over the thick black hairs on his legs until she reached the thong so that she could pull the material back and reveal her father’s penis. She thought his cock was beautiful, its size and shape, its taste and texture; she loved the smoothness of his low-slung, smoothly shaven balls. It was the prick that had created her, taken both her virginities, and her father had used it to bring her mother and her to sexual ecstasy so many times. She longed to see, to taste, to be fucked by his glorious sex. She shuddered with desire but knew he was taking pleasure in simply having her with him, their mutual desire growing greater the longer they waited before bed.
As he sat down she said, “Thank you for the teddy bear. He’s lovely.”
Her father smiled. “Well, you’re still my little girl.”
“Not so little,” Nicole said, flirting with him. She helped herself to a grape, and then said, “Was it alright that I spent the afternoon with Rafiq? I sensed it was what you wanted me to do.”
In her heart, Nicole hoped her father might be just a little bit jealous. So she asked, “How did you feel when you saw Rafiq lead me upstairs?”
“Oh, amused and aroused, I suppose. And then amazed at the number of times I heard you cry out in orgasm.” Jack shook his head in surprise. “I never realized how much that turned me on, listening to you being sodomized. How many times did Rafiq make you come?”
Nicole blushed prettily. “I lost count,” she said. Then she looked at her father and said, “I wanted it to be you fucking me in my ass, Daddy.”
“Darling, I can hardly blame Rafiq for wanting you. I’d told him how beautiful and desirable you are. He knew he had my permission to make his move; it was my way of saying thank you to him for letting me fuck Zidi. And anyway, wasn’t it what you wanted too?”
Nicole couldn’t help smiling. She could hardly argue when she knew he was right. Her desire for Rafiq had been immediate and intense. She sat drinking her wine for a moment and then ran her fingers through her wet hair.
“My hair needs washing,” she said in a soft voice. “Would you do it for me?”
Her father’s eyes met hers. “Of course,” he said, and followed Nicole as she led the way to her bathroom.
Ever since Nicole had started to grow her hair long, her father had taken pleasure in washing it for her. Jack watched as Nicole pulled open the bathrobe, exposing the big globes of her breasts, slipped her shoulders out of the sleeves and tightened the sash round her waist. She knelt and her father reached for the jug, testing the temperature of the water before sending it cascading down over the fine curtain of her hair. When it was thoroughly wetted, he reached for the shampoo.
Nicole could see the liquid he poured into the palm of his hand was coconut oil based, thick and creamy white like fresh semen. Slowly he rubbed one palm against the other, spreading the oily substance to ensure an even distribution on her hair. Then he straddled her waist and reached down, spreading the shampoo over the warm, wet mass.
Her father’s movements were slow, methodical, his fingers working the slippery goo into her scalp, from the front of her head to the back, massaging in the shampoo with an effect so relaxing, so intensely sensual, that Nicole felt her pussy flood. She reached between her legs and rolled her clit in her fingers, pressing open the sensitive surfaces of her cuntlips to take advantage of the warm syrup dripping from deep within her hole. The sensation of masturbating while her father lathered her hair was intensely sensual and she knew, from the way he lingered when her hair was piled atop her head, that her dad was as aroused and enjoying it as much as she was.
And then Jack reached for the jug once more and sent a cascade of warm water pouring over Nicole’s head, a balmy deluge that brought her immediately to shuddering orgasm, her three middle fingers fucking hard into her cunt, sending waves of pleasure from her pussywalls into her spasming belly. Her asshole quivered, her rectum craving being fucked, but the ritual was only half-finished, however much she longed to be bucking and writhing in ecstasy under her father.
Jack reached for a towel and handed it to Nicole, climbing off her body as she scooped up her wet hair and bundled it into a turban. Then he helped her to her feet, smiling at her face flushed from the pleasure of her climax. She glanced down and saw that washing her hair had its usual effect on him: the g-string still cupped his balls but only the base of his prick, leaving much of the shaft and the swollen head, glistening with precum, exposed and engorged against his belly.
Nicole took her father’s hand and walked to her bedroom. She untied the sash of her robe and dropped it to the floor. Then she sat, naked, on the edge of the bed, her legs open. Her father handed her a brush and a hair dryer, then knelt between her thighs, his face inches from her aroused clit. At the same moment that Nicole began to slide the brush through her hair in long, even strokes, playing the dryer over the long strands, her father applied his mouth to her wet sex and licked with the same rhythm from the crinkle of her rosehole along the slippery surfaces of her pussylips to the erect bud of her clit, his lips closing over the tiny, now over-sensitive organ, squeezing it gently to heighten her pleasure. It was something he loved to do to her and it was still as intensely pleasurable for Nicole as the first time.
But she didn’t climax; she didn’t try. She enjoyed the sensation but kept something in reserve, a holding back that her father sensed and soon got to his feet, pulling off his t-shirt in a smooth motion and dropping it to the floor, then stripping off the precum-sodden thong. Nicole put the dryer and the brush on the floor, then ran her fingers through her hair and fanned it out as she lay back on the bed. A moment later and her father was straddling her upturned face, semen dripping from the head of his prick into her open mouth.
Nicole reached up and linked her fingers round her father’s waist. Then she hoisted herself up, taking his penis into her mouth and deep into her throat, her lips closing round the shaft in a tight oval, sucking hard. Her father groaned as she relaxed and lowered her head, still clasping his prick with her mouth, then raised herself again, a milking action that brought a steady stream of slippery cum from her dad’s balls into her mouth. On the downstroke she swallowed, savoring the thick salty liquid as it slid down her throat.
Nicole knew her father would not be able to hold out against her skilled sucking for long, he was too aroused. But she also knew, as he did, that if she brought him to orgasm then it would be only minutes before he was ready again, and she wanted to spend much of the night having the second and subsequent loads pumped into her hungry pussy and ass. She sucked harder, tightening the grip of her lips round the base of his cock, nursing him into the wet depths of her throat.
And then her father groaned in ecstasy and Nicole quickly slid her mouth back on his prick until she was sure she could alternately breathe and swallow. A moment later she felt his whole body tremble and he cried out, his sperm gushing into the back of her throat, so much that she struggled to swallow the slippery mass. But eventually the flow ebbed and she knew that, for the moment, his balls were drained. She unlaced her fingers and lay back, smiling at her father in the hope she had pleased him. He lay on top of her, his lips meeting hers, his tongue pressing into her mouth to share the taste of his sperm.
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