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I have asked this kind gentleman to put into words the incredible warmth, love and passion that I experienced with my father, this takes place over several decades and I still get extremely wet remembering those incredible moments.
My name is Bernie; I am a 42-year-old divorced woman with 3 beautiful children and an x-husband that still drops by once a month for his routine oil change (often several times). I’m 5 foot 7 ½, slightly better than average build in relatively good condition sporting a 38C-30-34 figure. I love the outdoors (my X did not) and love to fish-hunt and camp. It all began when dad lost his father and outdoor partner of years to a sudden heart attack, I was a mere 20 at the time and an only child of my parents; I was in my 2nd year of university and came back for the funeral. I held dad’s hand and let him cry on my shoulder through the 4-day ordeal because mom was more intent on her professional obligations (a decade later we found out she was having sex with her boss during a trip when grandpa died – alas another story. The short version of that 4-days was I promised to be dad’s new outdoors partner (I had never held a gun or fishing rod in my life before that). And so the story begins …
I was home on Christmas break from university and it was a mad-capped 5-days leading to that joyous morning of presents. Dad knocked on my door around 8 AM then peeked in wishing me a Merry Christmas telling me to shag-a-leg there’s presents … being a typical university girl; I sauntered down to the den in T-shirt (no bra), jockey shorts and a loosely tied short length house coat sprawling beside dad’s mom on the leather couch with one of my legs curled under my tight ass allowing a decent look between my legs should anyone be so inclined.
Dad brought me a spiked-Nog and the gifts began … the usual clothes, a few spicy undies (another spiked-Nog from dad) and a small little box (probably jewellery) from grandma (that turned out to be keys to a beautiful new red 4x4 jeep! HOLY CRAP. Then I opened a long box that turned out to be 2 complete fishing rods, a tackle box (loaded) and then a heavy long box (a new rifle) from dad (that floored mom who was being her usual uppity self). Gifts opening over grandma went with mom to prepare dinner. I sat on the couch with dad (and another spiked-Nog) as he showed me the in’s & outs of the fishing gear and rifle. By this time I had shifted positions on the couch both legs in an Indian squat displaying my self more than adequately with bits of my furry muff displayed through the opening of the jockey shorts; I noticed dad appreciated the view from the swelling in his pants. He stood behind me and helped shoulder the rifle (I felt his appreciation between my butt) and before long I could handle the firearm pretty well (well at least holding it and opening the breech).
When all was said and done I scurried off to dress, I wanted to peek at my new jeep; dad knocked on my partially closed door (I was in bra and panties), I waved him in and continued dressing in blue jeans (leaving just my bra on) as I scurried about combing my hair, fixing my face before slipping on a university sweat shirt.
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I rattled on and on thanking him immensely for my gifts and that no I had not forgotten my promise to be his outdoor companion (which made him smile not mentioning his swollen boner) and we walked off to check out the new wheels.
Two days before I left to return to university I had returned from shopping to hear a good old donnybrook argument from my parents, the short of it being that mom was not willing to give dad anything as she had to run to the office to prepare and ship some documents. Poor dad!
About ½ - hour after mom left, I found dad sitting in the den drinking a coffee watching a sports show on fishing, I tip-toed in and placed my hands over his eyes asking him to guess-who (he answered Red Fisher) and I laughed (saying he was right) and plopped down on his lap in his easy chair.
Dad’s eyes popped out and I snuggled wiggling my tight ass repeatedly into his swollen groin as we continued to gab about fishing and such. Dad was in a bad way and being a good sport asked him if he was happy to see me or did he forget a screwdriver in his pocket from putting the fishing gear together.
“No – just happy to see you sport!” dad said quietly.
“Dad, I can help you fix that problem … just say the word …” I whispered in his ear then drawing back to look into his compassionate face.
“I don’t know – it’s been a very long time …”, he hinted.
Knowing that dad was suffering and I was partially responsible, I knew he would not resist if I persisted. My father is 6 foot about 175 lbs, very athletic, outdoorsy and the gentlest man I knew. From the feel of his swollen member I’d not be disappointed. “Is mom going to be long?” I again whispered.
To which he nodded she would. “Where’s grandma?”
“She went to lay down for a nap…” he replied as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Then lets see if I can earn my keep as your new sports-girl dad.
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” I put my finger to my mouth as I slipped off his lap to knee before him on the floor. My fingers flew as I unbuckled his belt, zipped down his fly tugging out his swollen cock. “My you were happy to see me …” as I leaned in to lick his cock head quickly followed by impaling my mouth over his silky 9-½ inch thick cock. “Mmmm … its beautiful!”
I admit I’m an amateur at cock sucking (I’ve only licked a little and sucked a part-time boyfriends cock during the spring last year who was so awkward that he blew in under 3-minutes). “Am I pleasing you dad, tell me and I will try my best to do it … (mmmmm I hummed around his cock) … I have never done this, please teach me!”
His hands slowly grasped my head and guided me in deeper movements telling me when to come up for air, how to lick the underside of the head and long slow licks of his thick shaft. After the 4th gag, I pretty much put 1 + 1 together that he wanted in deeper into my virgin throat (my twat was beginning to twitch with desire) as I enthusiastically bobbed on my father’s cock slowly stretching my throat to encourage him deeper. While I sucked happily, his hand reached down cupping my boob squeezing it till my nipple was hard as a rock before he slowly started to pinch them ever so gently.
Dad’s lack-of-nookie was beginning to show as he pumped into my mouth and breathing became ragged, he’d not last long and I was determined to let him pop his load in my mouth swallowing all that I could.
“Let go dad …”
His hips thrust as his hands held me in place forcing his lovely hard cock deeper as he rambled incomprehensible words of, “Jesus … ohhhh fuck … YESSSS …” I lost track as his hot overloaded balls released steaming jets of cum striking my throat so fast I could not swallow and fought the feeling of choking; tears welled in my eyes as cum bubbled over my lips fighting not to vomit on poor dad. I wasn’t so fortunate as my hand quickly covered my mouth I was given a facial and shampoo of continual stringy sticky cum blasts. Through a shammed glance at my dear father I was rewarded with an intense smile of pleasure mixed with gratitude. As I knelt before him he mouthed the following words, “Thank you Sport … Thank you” as I leaned in to clean semen from his cock.
I mouthed the words, “Would you like anything else, I’m yours…” with a sly wink.
He mouthed back, “REALLY”
This time in the faintest of a whisper I replied, “Anything … I’m a virgin!” I added nodding in the affirmative.
He glanced at me then his head swivelled to the closed door and back to me repeatedly, then his cock rapidly began to swell, his expression guaranteed I was about to lose my cherry.
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Then with a tear streaming down from his eye he mouthed the words, “No… but thank you!” drawing my sticky head to his stomach, he held me close.
I stood slowly from my kneeling position, loosened my jeans wiggling them down to my ankles then stepped out of one leg revealing my briefest of panties which I stuck in both my thumps to the waist band and pulled revealing my trimmed twat as I turned to lean over the couch arm rest as I gave him the (come-on) side-ways head movement.
He bolted from his chair slipping in behind my bent over ass; his hands copped a nice feel of my ass cheeks. I looked over my shoulder giving him the nod as I whispered, “there’s a rubber in my pants pocket … I’m a virgin. ”
Dad bent quickly to search my jean pockets producing the condom and quickly ripped it open to roll over his cock. In mere seconds his hand was opening my forbidden jewel as he positioned himself behind me (I nodded) and he began easing against my tight wet twat, I felt his cock head against my flower and thrust back against him as he continued to thrust (with a gut ripping sharp cramp and thus an escaped cry of surprising pain) dad deflowered me thrusting with eager abandoment.
“Ohhh Sport … your so damn tight … open wider for me … ahhhhhh” he moaned as he continued to fuck me standing. OMG it was GREAT, the pain subsided some as I wiggled my ass to entice him to fuck. And fuck he did, ploughing his massive cock wildly into my virgin hole all the while moaning in pleasure.
I encouraged him! “You don’t need mom – you have me dad … ” in-between my gasps for breath.
His thrusts slowed but he wiggled in deeper as his hands held my hips or belly he worked at delivering his manly load into a condom I had carried for nearly 2-years through university. A brief but intense 18-minutes (I was looking right at clock) dad again ejaculated (I skip his somewhat colourful language of bliss always remembering he called my name at that moment) even through the condom I felt his powerful gush and pleasant warmth pooled inside me.
“Did daddy enjoy his new sport toy?” I asked seductively as he passively held me in a bear hug with his now shrinking cock still buried in my feverish slick twat.
“Oh yeah – damn … (I heard the vehicle pull into the driveway too) …your mother! ” as we scrambled, pulling apart rather quickly and I grabbed my clothes dashing to my room as fast as I could, leaving dad to his own self preservation hoping grandma was still asleep.
As I mopped my deflowered bleeding twat or should I say cunt (as my horny university friend Jill says only comes about after you lose virginity) with a t-shirt (that I’d hide in my luggage) a smile broke over my face as my breathing returned to normal, I thought to myself, “Daddy just bagged himself a trophy fuck!”
Stay tuned for other adventures of incest.
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