I remember it being so warm; actually, it was hot. I had it so close to my mouth that I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. It didn’t have a bad taste, maybe just a little bit salty. Seeing the satisfied look on my dad’s face, I figured it was alright with him too. I just continued licking it off my finger till it was all gone. I do remember back then being an affectionate and kind of needy young girl. I would do anything to gain my dad’s approval.
I continued and got up closer, licking up every bit of the cum stuff off the back of his fist. Dad then kind of pointed his cock directly at me as if offering me the remainder. I didn’t give it much thought and went ahead and licked the shaft of his cock clean too.
Dad told me, “It was good for you.” I couldn’t say I loved the taste of cum right at first, but he got such a kick out of seeing me do it. So I kinda did it just for him. After I learned what would happen and in what order, this started to become a common thing for us to do. I remember him telling me that this was our secret and not to tell Mom. Since I liked all the attention and didn’t want it to end, I kept quiet about it.
About a month into this, I had started removing my tops and bra. Dad said the warmth of my skin on him was really nice. My boobs were not big by any measure, but they were still filling in. To keep from messing up his jeans, he began taking them all the way off. For some reason, I never felt shy about seeing him naked or with me having very little on either.
This went on for several more weeks, and eventually it got to the point where I would hold onto his prick myself as it spewed out his cum load. I loved the feeling of control I had over it.
I clearly remember the pulsing of the shaft as jets of cum coursed upward through it and out. I had gotten used to the taste and got to the point where I always cleaned up every drop of his cum with my tongue. I liked the sensation of watching his cock shrivel up as I licked about on it. Dad would just lay back, smile contently, and watch me do this.
One evening he brought out a video, and allowed me to watch a man and woman actually doing a real fuck. I was mesmerized by the whole process. The moans and cries from the woman sort of puzzled me at first. I know now that this was mostly just acting. I hadn’t realized yet that, by the woman doing these and other things the guy would get an orgasm too.
It was kind of hard to tell if they were enjoying the whole thing or not. I knew you had to have sex to have babies, but I had never thought about exactly how the whole thing really happened. Remember, we did live out a ways. We weren’t completely isolated, but I didn’t have any contact with any girls that had actually done sex yet.
This one time I was sitting on the couch next to him and, from start to finish, actually milked his cock through the whole thing. I loved looking down and feeling the hot goo drip down over my hand. I remember realizing for the first time that I had the power to cause a man to spew whenever I wanted to. This left me with such a feeling of power and control that I had never experienced before.
I wasn’t very good at the blowjob stuff until we started watching the videos. I now realize that I had no idea what I was doing at all. Dad had never complained, though. I used to wonder why it was even called a “blowjob anyway.” For a time, I had been actually trying to blow at it like a candle.
You’re all probably interested in the first time we actually fucked, huh? That was at least three months into this. I had gotten used to seeing graphic examples in the videos. Dad also had some old magazines he would get out. We’d sit and look through them. Dad would give me the names of all the positions. I preferred the magazines over the videos because I could study the pictures longer. There was always too much going on in most of the videos, and often the lighting wasn’t really very good. But I still liked them both. So I guess for us, fucking was just the next logical step.
I always had lots of questions, but I wasn’t sure if Dad really wanted it to go that far. He did tell me his cum “won’t make anyone pregnant.” I didn’t fully understand, but I trusted what he said.
One evening, I was sitting across his waist. I had also gotten to the point of removing my panties by then, just to avoid leaving any stains on them. Dad was really rock-hard at that point and was breathing really heavily. I don’t know if I did it on purpose, but I scooted down and started to rub my pussy back and forth against his cock. I’m sure I had seen this position in one of the books or videos he had. The heat from his shaft was amazing. I had him really wet from spit. I used to spit on it to lubricate his shaft.
Anyway, I started poking the head at the folds of my pussy. Dad was lying flat on his back on the couch, and I was on top, facing his feet. I think it’s called a cowgirl something. I always liked this way because I could switch hands if one got tired. I especially liked watching the cum shoot up from the end of his cock when he would “shoot off.” I didn’t weigh all that much back then, and I could easily slide my butt up on his chest, lay down, and lick him up once he stopped bucking me.
This time, for some reason, I was lower on him and started playfully poking the shaft against my pussy. Dad started thrusting upward while I was doing this. He nearly threw me off of him. I remember turning around to look at him. His eyes were all glazed over, but he seemed to be encouraging me to continue. I had seen the actual act itself in the books and on TV, but I wasn’t sure if that big, old thing would really fit inside of me.
I poked the head a few more times against my slit, but I was still kind of just fooling around. Finally, I just grabbed the shaft about halfway up, bent it over, and started to really jam it inside of me, just to see if it would even go in.
I must have hurt him, because he let out a yelp. I froze, and then suddenly Dad grabbed me by the waist and threw me off of him. I was scared he was mad. He suddenly got up and stood in front of me. He grabbed me just under the arms and lifted me right up off the couch. He pulled me roughly against his chest, then grabbed me by the butt and hoisted me up. I could feel his stiff cock lodged in the crack of my butt cheeks. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind because he just kind of stood there for a moment, holding me.
He had become very quiet. I could tell he was thinking of something. Then suddenly, he turned and started walking away from the couch, carrying me with him. I didn’t say anything as we crossed the room and headed towards the hallway. I sort of locked my legs around his waist. I remember my heels bouncing against his back as he walked. I could feel the thickness of his cock nestled between my legs. He turned, entering Mom and his bedroom.
I still had my arms wrapped around his neck. I was looking back towards the couch in the living room. The pillows were strewn on the floor. From the time we first started messing around, that is where we always did it. As we passed the doorway into their bedroom, I knew that this would be different. I guess he had decided it was time to go all the way. In my mind, I knew I was about to be fucked for real.
Dad carried me over to the bed and laid me down on my back. He followed me down. I was still clinging tightly to his neck. As I was placed on my back, I released my grip, and he kissed me softly on each breast. I loved it when he did that.
He seemed to know exactly how to position himself, and without missing a beat, he lined up his cock to me and pressed solidly against me. I had always worried that if we got to this point, would I be able to fit him in me. Seeing all the videos, I knew what he wanted and what was in store for me.
The adult women I had watched all moaned and seemed to be in pain. I was afraid I would be too small. I felt a great pressure and thought I was going to be ripped in two. I was trying to spread my legs apart to help, but the pressure increased. I had just started to cry out in pain, then suddenly something gave and he seemed to fill my entire body.
I lay there, not sure if I should be doing something or not. Dad’s head stayed down alongside mine. He was huffing and gasping for air. I could actually feel his heart pounding through the veins in his neck.
He hadn’t said a word since we left the living room. I’ve learned since then that once he got into his “horn-dog state,” there was no stopping him. Dad was generally easy-going while we were messing around, up to a point. When he stopped talking, I knew he needed his release.
I should probably explain “Horn dog.” Several years earlier, I was at a school friend’s house. We were out behind her barn, watching one of her pet male dogs trying to mount a female. The poor male dog was in such a state of frenzied excitement. He was jumping and lunging all around the bitch. He would whine so pitifully. I felt so sorry for the poor guy. My friend called him a “horn-dog” as well. For some reason, that’s how I always referred to my dad’s lusty state.
Well, when Dad’s got a “nut-on” and really starts rocking, you had just better just go along with whatever he wants. He was slow at first, his thrusts rocking me rhythmically. I remember the bed starting to squeak. My sense of panic had vanished as the friction against me increased. A feeling of completeness and calm seemed to come over me.
I remembered all the videos we had watched and wasn’t sure about all the wailing and moaning. Until then, I had thought the women were in pain. Now I think it dawned on me that it might be due to the intense pleasure they were feeling. I had never really had any orgasms yet; that would happen later on. For some dumb reason though I remember I liked to just to lie there making cooing sounds as he slowly thrust his cock in and out of me. I used to pretend I was a kitten and try to make sounds like I was purring.
Dad had only been rocking on me for a few minutes before he had a cum. It was way too soon for me. He sped up his movements and then let out several grunts, and his legs went stiff. He shook me for maybe a minute. During this time, he lunged and jerked at me. I thought he was still trying to push it even deeper into me.
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