Not much was said on the way home after our date, and he mentioned nothing of it over the weekend. I really expected him to chastise me; at least sit me down for one of his lectures. But none of that happened.
Monday arrived, and he went to work. The rest of the family had errands and appointments and things they wanted to do, so the house was empty by ten o’clock. I finished my errands early, and the plans I had with a friend fell through, so I decided to go home and enjoy some quiet time. Maybe I would pull out the toy and give myself some relief.
As I arrived home, I noticed my dad’s car in the driveway. He’s home early. I went inside, looked around, but didn’t see him. I was about to go to the bathroom when I heard music playing. I eased the door open and saw him in the tub. My heart leaped into my throat. I went to my room, stripped, then returned to the bathroom. I opened the door quietly, stepped in, and closed the door.
“Hi, Daddy,” I gave in a cheerful singsong voice as I stepped into the tub, working my way between his legs.
“I thought everyone was gone. That I was alone,” he said dozily.
“You were, and now you’re not,” I quipped, thankful he hadn’t kicked me out. I grabbed the soap and began to wash him, not wanting to give him a moment to change his mind. I grabbed his growing cock and began to stroke with my soap-slicked hands. “We need to talk about our second date.”
“Mmhmm,” was his distracted response.
“I want to go hiking or camping. Just you and me in the woods for a day. Sound good?” I stared, waiting for an answer.
“Yes, Sweetie. That sounds like a fun idea,” he agreed. With that, I stroked more vigorously, using both hands as if I were churning butter. I leaned forward and kissed him just as he came, most of his load landing on his stomach. I quietly grabbed the washcloth, cleaned up his stomach, and left as he watched with a shocked look.
I went to his bedroom, dried off, and lay on the bed. I didn’t wait long before he came in, stopping at the door to stare at me lying there, on one side, legs spread for him to see everything. I motioned for him to join me. He approached slowly, then crawled onto the bed. I took his face in my hands and led him to my throbbing pussy, wet with anticipation. I felt like my heart would jump out of my chest.
He touched my lady lips with his. They were so soft and gentle as he kissed and moved his lips against mine. Then his tongue touched me. Nothing could have prepared me for the explosion of sensation that coursed through my body when his tongue laved against my clit, then probed inside me, swirling and working in and out. I groaned my approval. He responded by driving his tongue deeper, touching my cervix. I almost came right then. I grabbed his pillow, holding it tightly to my face and chest as I moaned into it.
My God! This was amazing. Then he sent me over the edge. He inserted one thick finger just inside me, his tongue dancing a tornado around my clit. I couldn’t help myself; my hips began to thrust against his face. I squeezed the pillow tightly, then my legs clamped shut, holding his head in place as 10,000 volts coursed through my body. My back arched, my ass was in the air, his head still clamped between my thighs, as wave after wave of glorious orgasmic sensation washed over me.
Slowly, the sensation subsided. I wanted – needed- to have his arms around me. I pulled at him, wanting to feel his weight on me, his arms around me. But as he moved up, his rock-hard cock brushed against my sensitive clit. My body jolted, a thousand pinpricks of sensation, starting in my clit and spreading throughout my body.
I grabbed him and rolled him onto his back; there was no way I was going to be able to subdue the sensations as long as I was not in control. I climbed on top of him and proceeded to slide my wet, throbbing pussy along his shaft. I struggled to overcome the sensations. As the sensitivity subsided, I began to move faster, working the full length of his shaft between my lips. The juices flowing from me, coating his cock, making the sliding easier.
I leaned forward, allowing my clit to slide along his shaft. His cock reacted by pressing firmly against me. I slid up and allowed his head to align with my opening. He had been grinding against me; now he lay absolutely still. Concern spread across his face.
“I want to,” I breathed nervously. He nodded. I began to work his head into my pussy; he was definitely bigger right now than the toy was. I moved torturously slow, my desire wanting to just slam down on him and take possession, but I knew better than that. When he made it to my cervix, I stopped my descent. He felt much bigger than the toy; maybe it was me, but I felt full, like he was touching every side of me.
I slid forward and back down again. I moved slowly, consuming every delicious moment of this feeling, every twitch and pulse of his cock, every beat of my heart I felt between my legs. I wanted to work him deeper; I didn’t know if I could. Hungrily, my pussy clenched on him with stroke, clamp and release. I couldn’t hold back. My muscles spasmed, clamping down on his cock. My body tensed as my orgasm took over, much quicker than I would have wanted, but damn, was it amazing. I lay on him, my arms squeezing him, my legs squeezing him, and my pussy locked in a death grip around him.
“Your turn,” I whispered when I regained motor function. I knew he was close; he had stopped his orgasm, waiting for mine to subside. He hadn’t even moved as I had lain there, my pussy convulsing on him. I tried to maintain a rhythm, but it was impossible. After a few moments, he held my hips, thrusting rapidly but gently before lifting me off to the side and finishing on his stomach.
Suddenly, I felt empty with his cock not inside me. As much as I wanted him back inside me, I knew that would have to wait for another day. While the feeling of fullness left my pussy, I myself felt full. My heart swelled at the amazing experience I just had. It surpassed all my expectations, even if I didn’t know what to expect. He finished cleaning us up and lay down beside me. I put my head on his chest, my heart brimming with emotion.
“Thank you,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. But I know I would be eternally grateful.
