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All characters are eighteen years of age. This is a short segment of an ongoing story. All comments welcome. Thank you for reading.
"Wake up sleepy."
For a moment I didn't know where I was. I knew I was with my father, his whispered voice in my ear. Struck by some type of momentary amnesia and still foggy, I had no idea where I was. Then it hit, the drive, the bar, the oral, the sex, and the night cap, all rolling, one by one, images flashing through my mind like some internal film projector.
"Good morning."
"Good morning baby. God! It feels so good to wake-up next to your warm body." Running his fingers through my hair, my father pushed all the hair from the nape of my neck upward, holding it there as he pressed his mouth against my neck, kissing me, nibbling at me, caring for me. "I'm sorry if I was rough last night, I was pretty worked-up. I hope you're not upset."
"I'm not upset," actually I was still embarrassed, but I was also aroused by the things my father did and said last night. I was struggling with the conflicting emotions. Feeling like van escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/van-escort/) a child in the throes of a sexual encounter wasn't normal, but I liked it. I just didn't know why. With that uncertainty, I found it necessary to do some taunting of my own. "You said you know how to handle my body, so I hope you don't let me down," The pitch of my voice higher as I threw out the last part of the sentence, giving him a little of his own medicine.
My father laughed as if to say touché, he wrapped his arms around my body from behind restraining all but my legs, "I do know how to handle your body, baby. Do you want me to handle it now?"
Unsure how to respond I remained silent, he held me tight for another minute, and then released his grip. I now believe he conceded, he realized that I wasn't there yet, and we were not equals in bedroom repartee. He smoothed back my hair with his palm while he continued to kiss my neck. "God you're so soft baby," he spoke into my ear the side of my face confined to the pillow with the weight of his cheek against mine.
His hand van escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/van-escort/) slipped down between my legs, my thighs willingly obliged the company of his hand and beloved fingers, and he slipped two inside. The remains of last night's coupling intact, I was pure silk, used and hot. I pushed my hips back slightly, grinding gently against his manhood, I wanted to make love.
Gently fingering me, my father whispered "You're so wet and silky; it overwhelms me to feel our sex between your legs. Kimmie baby, we're joined."
I understood his words, the significance of this coupling, and that we're now sexually hinged. There was no turning back. I couldn't turn back even if I wanted to. I desired him, I desired my father as my lover.
My father began fondling my breasts as he whispered in my ear. He penetrated me from behind; the spear quick and deep, he crucified me. He held himself deep and motionless, knowing exactly what I needed and gave me his unmoving fullness, I moaned softly.
He adjusted his left arm so it was at my head, my head on escort van (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/van-escort/) top of his bicep, I turned to kiss him and he returned the kiss tenderly. When our lips broke my head fell forward and his palm pressed my forehead. He pulled my waist in tighter and lingered, his palm firmer, holding my head in place.
Gently, slowly, deliberately, and inch by inch, my father backed out, and then thrusting his hips forward speared me again, holding himself deep and still. My back arched and my hips began pumping back onto him. He allowed me to do the work, holding himself still as I repetitively pushed back onto him. God the feeling, I began moaning in time with my motion and he began pushing into me, again synchronized. We didn't speak; we just loved each other, and the feeling of our bodies reunited. I wanted to kiss him, but I wouldn't risk breaking our perfect rhythm. Feeling my walls contract, the pulsating began and I came hard. My body limp, daddy pulled me tight and sped up his action holding himself deep he blessed my womb with his seed.
It felt magical, no words, our bodies united in silent pleasure.
My father touched me exactly how I needed to be touched. From his palm pressing my forehead to his manhood deep inside me, it was perfect. Even now, when I think back on that moment of harmony, it still takes my breath away.
"Wake up sleepy."
For a moment I didn't know where I was. I knew I was with my father, his whispered voice in my ear. Struck by some type of momentary amnesia and still foggy, I had no idea where I was. Then it hit, the drive, the bar, the oral, the sex, and the night cap, all rolling, one by one, images flashing through my mind like some internal film projector.
"Good morning."
"Good morning baby. God! It feels so good to wake-up next to your warm body." Running his fingers through my hair, my father pushed all the hair from the nape of my neck upward, holding it there as he pressed his mouth against my neck, kissing me, nibbling at me, caring for me. "I'm sorry if I was rough last night, I was pretty worked-up. I hope you're not upset."
"I'm not upset," actually I was still embarrassed, but I was also aroused by the things my father did and said last night. I was struggling with the conflicting emotions. Feeling like van escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/van-escort/) a child in the throes of a sexual encounter wasn't normal, but I liked it. I just didn't know why. With that uncertainty, I found it necessary to do some taunting of my own. "You said you know how to handle my body, so I hope you don't let me down," The pitch of my voice higher as I threw out the last part of the sentence, giving him a little of his own medicine.
My father laughed as if to say touché, he wrapped his arms around my body from behind restraining all but my legs, "I do know how to handle your body, baby. Do you want me to handle it now?"
Unsure how to respond I remained silent, he held me tight for another minute, and then released his grip. I now believe he conceded, he realized that I wasn't there yet, and we were not equals in bedroom repartee. He smoothed back my hair with his palm while he continued to kiss my neck. "God you're so soft baby," he spoke into my ear the side of my face confined to the pillow with the weight of his cheek against mine.
His hand van escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/van-escort/) slipped down between my legs, my thighs willingly obliged the company of his hand and beloved fingers, and he slipped two inside. The remains of last night's coupling intact, I was pure silk, used and hot. I pushed my hips back slightly, grinding gently against his manhood, I wanted to make love.
Gently fingering me, my father whispered "You're so wet and silky; it overwhelms me to feel our sex between your legs. Kimmie baby, we're joined."
I understood his words, the significance of this coupling, and that we're now sexually hinged. There was no turning back. I couldn't turn back even if I wanted to. I desired him, I desired my father as my lover.
My father began fondling my breasts as he whispered in my ear. He penetrated me from behind; the spear quick and deep, he crucified me. He held himself deep and motionless, knowing exactly what I needed and gave me his unmoving fullness, I moaned softly.
He adjusted his left arm so it was at my head, my head on escort van (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/van-escort/) top of his bicep, I turned to kiss him and he returned the kiss tenderly. When our lips broke my head fell forward and his palm pressed my forehead. He pulled my waist in tighter and lingered, his palm firmer, holding my head in place.
Gently, slowly, deliberately, and inch by inch, my father backed out, and then thrusting his hips forward speared me again, holding himself deep and still. My back arched and my hips began pumping back onto him. He allowed me to do the work, holding himself still as I repetitively pushed back onto him. God the feeling, I began moaning in time with my motion and he began pushing into me, again synchronized. We didn't speak; we just loved each other, and the feeling of our bodies reunited. I wanted to kiss him, but I wouldn't risk breaking our perfect rhythm. Feeling my walls contract, the pulsating began and I came hard. My body limp, daddy pulled me tight and sped up his action holding himself deep he blessed my womb with his seed.
It felt magical, no words, our bodies united in silent pleasure.
My father touched me exactly how I needed to be touched. From his palm pressing my forehead to his manhood deep inside me, it was perfect. Even now, when I think back on that moment of harmony, it still takes my breath away.