A large hand rounded my bum and pulled me tight. I planted light kisses on his big, hairy chest. I moaned as fingers found my sex. Two thick digits felt massive as they pushed inside. Naughty boy — it wasn’t his usual fingering technique. Oh, so very naughty! I realised he was scooping out Alex and Brian. They soon ran down the back of my legs. I made him groan by squeezing his cock. A wry smile on my face, I brought lips to his ear. In complete darkness, I teased him with whispers.
“You awake big guy? Or pretending to be asleep again?”
I mapped a trail of kisses down his woolly torso. His manhood is where it led. A heavy hand rested on my head. I liked it there. I fed swelling girth into my mouth. Just like the first time, he groaned to the swirl of my tongue. Just like the first time, he hardened to the touch of his little girl’s mouth.
“Oh Michelle…”
Keep it down, I said with my mind. I’d finished with Alex for now. Waking him wouldn’t be good. He’d never been very good at sharing. Up and down my head went, dragging lips from base to tip. He’d always been fun to suck on. Every little emotion etched on his face. Although I couldn’t see them, I knew they were there.
I sucked until I’d swallowed enough of his precum. His manhood lay on my nose as I gave my attention to his testicles. I licked with care the place I’d come from. Cleansing with kisses, I worshipped my daddy’s balls. It was as good a place as any in my opinion. They were a bit bigger than Alex’s, and much bigger than Brian’s. They were old, but still so full of life. Doing far too good a job, his moans were simply getting too much. On another day, I might have let him finish on my face.
Sliding up his chunky body, my breasts scrubbed course skin. I loved it. Loved how his body felt against mine. I always did. I discovered growing up that it could be any man really. I’m sure all girls feel that way at some point. My desires were just far stronger. It was a fairly logical realisation — that for most of my life — the males in closest proximity to me were my father and brother. I guess that’s where I differed from other girls. Sure, there were plenty of boyfriends and such, but I always came back to what was easiest for me. And just how easy they really were. A nymphomaniac is what Alex labelled me. He said it like it was a bad thing.
I threw my leg over while pressing my lips to his. He ran his fingers through my hair and gave me his tongue. I could feel the knuckles of his other hand glancing high between my legs. Cock in hand, he was desperately seeking my sex. I lowered my ass and gave him a swipe of my rawness. Sucking on his lips, I pulled it away again. Teasing him had always been fun. Down again, glance, pull away. He groaned his frustration and pushed down on my hind.
“Oh, Dad…”
Freed knuckles scraped my tummy on penetration. We kissed with passion as hips hooked more of his meat. From this angle, he couldn’t quite find the right purchase to bury himself fully. Despite his big belly, it still felt good. It was fun making him work for it. Both of us were careful not to wake Alex.
Kissing beads of moisture from his brow, the man’s whole body had become more greasy. The workout would do him good. I pressed both hands to his chest and hoisted myself up. Dad grunted as I slid down his last fat inch. I did no more. Just sat there, straddling him, with my hands on his chest. Looking down, I could see only darkness; hear only his heavy breaths. I’m not sure why, but in that moment I realised something. I realised that, like mum, there’d come a day when my dad wouldn’t be around anymore. He was the strongest man I ever knew. That made me sad.
Warm palms on my thighs brought me back. Unseen tears were wiped away.
“I love you, dad.”
Gasps fled from mouths as I slowly rolled my hips. I rolled them over his stiffness in pursuit of one thing. Not quite as big as Alex, he filled me well. I could feel the slide of foreskin over chunky meat. He was gentle with me, and let me ride at my own pace. Much different from our first time. I could feel his heart beating under my palm. Was it as strong as before? We struggled to keep our moans at bay. I thought back to that morning. Our first.
It was a Friday, early, before the rest of the house got up. I had my grey, tank top on. Nothing else. I remember spotting his erection from the bathroom mirror. Mostly his morning wood – I’d counted on it. I smiled and leaned over the sink. He didn’t think too much about it. The man followed his body’s instincts and pushed into the ripe pussy presented before him. A father riding his daughter wasn’t so strange. It was the next inevitable step in our relationship, considering the amount of times I’d already given him my mouth. His thuds slammed me against the sink. I relished the pain. He had to work quickly, anyone could have caught us. He was the first guy I truly let inside me. I never forgot the sensation of his intense injection of heat. So much of him filling me — I was his. We kissed and said our goodbyes. I waited a while before taking the little pill. I liked the idea of letting his sperm swim inside me a little while longer.
That day he was rough because he was in a hurry. There was also the element of him finally releasing all the pent up angst he’d had for me. Today he was gentle. I so desperately wanted to bounce on him, scream, fuck him wildly. It was too much of a risk. I swivelled and grinded my hips as hard as circumstance would allow. I churned vigorously the cock inside me. His grip tightened on my thighs. Even when alone, dad had never been a particularly loud lover. It was the same throaty rattle as always. Foreskin proved no barrier at all. I let out a slight moan as his thick spurts warmed me. I felt it gush around my ready loins. It felt stronger than Brian’s. Stronger than my brother’s. Like with them, we were just two bodies engaging in the most natural act in the world. I found myself smiling as my name escaped his lips. Hands sliding down my waist, his last drabs of seed entered me. If I wasn’t sure before, I was now.
Collapsing into his chest, protective arms enveloped me. There was nowhere in the world safer for a girl.
“Michelle? You okay?”
I guess he could feel the tears on to his shoulder.
“I’m okay, dad.”
Like father, like son — Alex was snoring now. I reached out and gave him my hand. Dad got the rest. Soothing fingers coursed through my hair. All sorts of thoughts went through my head. Thoughts of the men I loved; of how Brian and Alex would always be there for me. But they weren’t my daddy. I kissed from jaw to ear. His cock kept plugged the gap where semen might escape. A three manned race began.
Many people might describe my night as disgusting and downright disturbing. For me it was an expression of love — with a little wild fun thrown in. He hugged me tight when I said it. It’s what I’d said to the other two.
“I love you.”
I added an extra bit for him.
“I hope it’s yours, dad.”
***
An hour or two had passed when I woke again. The hangover had arrived, but it wasn’t my major concern. The room was bright enough for me to see two naked men; for me to see reality. I rubbed the drying fluid between my legs. So, what was my major concern? The two men either side of me were fast asleep. I, however, was wide awake and as horny as a banshee’s mule.
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