I placed my lips on Dad's hairy skin by his chest, kissing my way to his one brown-pigmented nipple. The taste was slightly salty due to the thin morning sweat covering the skin. I boxed the nipple with my wet tongue and quickly headed for the other while my hand fumbled around the outside of the silky boxer shorts simultaneously.

Dad moaned softly, writhing in lust at my physical love. I backed down toward his long body until I reached the warm boxer shorts, which I gently pulled off. He lifted his feet in time with my movements to help, then eagerly spread his legs to the edges of the bed, fully exposing his monstrous cock.

"Are you okay?" Father asked in a gentle and soothing voice. I was whirled out of my fixed gaze, which had fallen upon the massive tool piece at his crotch. Dark violet veins rippled through the shaft, some more obvious than others. One vein, in particular, was more prominent than the others and almost bulged outwards. I thought it had to be the artery because it throbbed in time with his heartbeat. It was a mighty sight, speeding up the moist heat under my panties, giving a fun and itchy sensation.

"Never been better," I replied calmly and truthfully, squeezing my legs together to dampen the pleasant sensation between my legs. I crawled forward and lay on my stomach between Dad's spread legs. I focused only on one place, namely where Dad's big cock was. It was lying down, pointing in the direction of Father's face.

It bounced a little with every beat of his heart, leaving me unable to do anything but stare at it with deep fascination. I spontaneously put my finger on it and felt its hard and hot surface, which gave me an electric shock in my body and settled hard in my young eighteen-year-old pussy. Father's shaft and his long testicles were unnaturally hairless, while the rest of his body, especially his thighs, were covered in a forest of black hair.

The bare skin surface, as well as the muscular treats around, set my mouth watering. I wet my lips, moving them close to his throbbing member until they finally hit and kissed the pleasant foreskin. I smelled my father's wonderful morning scent and let my tongue out. With small and quiet strokes of my tongue, I licked the long shaft wet and felt the mild taste of skin.

Dad moaned softly, and every sound made me overjoyed. I grabbed and bent Daddy's cock to my mouth. The violet-pink cock head received a loving kiss before being slobbered wet like the rest of the shaft with my tongue before it was finally offered inside my oral opening. Every sucking motion I made sent audible grunts of pleasure out of Dad's mouth. He tensed and twisted his body, and all his lustful body signals sent endless shivers of joy to my drenched pussy.

My penchant for sucking daddy's cock intensified. I picked up the pace and choked myself several times to swallow him right down to the root, resulting in shortness of breath and red eyes. It wasn't too bad again, but my many efforts caused Dad's production of precum to find its way out through the hole at the head of the cock. The taste was a mixture of salty urine and acidic waste products that the semen had brought with it on its way out. It sat sticky on my tongue, spreading its vile taste onto the surface, putting a sharp stop to my elaborate blowjob. I spat and coughed to get rid of the sour taste, making Dad get up to get a quick glass of water.

"Sorry," I apologized when he returned and handed me the glass. Oh god, I felt so ashamed.

"No need to apologize," he reassured, stroking one of the honey-golden hairlocks behind my ear. I smiled, still feeling like Daddy's little girl. I hugged him close and grabbed the wet member between his legs with my hand.

After we sat close to each other for a few minutes while I gave him a loving handjob, Dad got up and went to the window. He lifted the curtain, looked out, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at me with a very ominous look. I felt a prickly shiver that settled like a quick lightning strike in my chest when I saw Father's unfamiliar and almost devilish expression on his face.

I became apprehensive and uncomfortable as he moved towards me with short and slow steps. I crawled backward on the bed until the wall behind me stopped me from going further. Father moistened his thin lips with a sneaky tongue lick and sat astride me. I felt weak, vulnerable, and like a helpless and trapped hare while Dad's hot breathing filled the room like a loud storm.

“Undress, my dear,” his voice was deep and firm. I nodded, not daring to contradict him, and pulled off my pink top in a single movement. My round breasts were exposed, and my light brown nipples had long since become rigid.

"Oh yes, how beautiful you are, my dear," his voice chased away all the uneasiness and anxious feelings I had provoked with my imaginative thoughts. I sighed and once again became very happy inside, while I could feel my cheeks blushing at his sincere comment, which I had a hard time accepting.

Dad leaned over me and kissed my breast several times. He circled his tongue around the brown pigmented spot and finally down on the stiff, small, round nipple. It gave a well-liked rush in my body, which escalated in several strokes when my father's extensive and mighty hand found its way to my other breast. He squeezed it gently and quickly tightened his grip. The lovely temperature of his palm warmed the area, and I wanted more of it. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him closer as he continued to play with his unstoppable tongue.

"I love you, Dad," I breathlessly exclaimed with my head back and eyes closed as I concentrated on all his touches. His hands were caressing, his tongue tickling and moistening my skin, and his big body sharing his excellent body heat with me—everything I sensed with the most profound concentration.

I was excited when I suddenly felt his many movements take direction down between my legs. I opened my eyes and wanted to stop him. It was going way too fast, but Dad was already pulling my gray boy shorts off before I could even think about stopping him.

“Oh God,” I gasped, submitting to all his decisions. Father could do precisely what he wanted with me, and I allowed every action.

I didn't regret it because before long, I felt his warm breath spreading like a warm blanket over my sensitive vulva. I felt his finger spread my swollen labia, massaging them with intense and gentle movements. I squirmed and openly bit my lip as his soft tongue was released. My hands clutched at whatever they could get hold of, clenching in uncontrolled impulses in response to the wild lightning bolts that spun through my body.

For the first time, I felt an entirely new sensation. It was fiery but also lovely at the same time. I raised my head and looked down between my legs, where Father lay deeply buried. He had inserted his tongue into my young teen pussy, which I was very torn about. It was an incredible sensation and feeling to feel him, but at the same time, it was also shameful that he was tasting my intimate fluids, which could not be a pleasant experience in any way. Oh no, not at all!

But Dad seemed to experience the opposite. He looked like a wildly thirsty dog drinking and slurping up all the liquids while taking full advantage of the moment with lively and violent tongue movements. I was reminded of the vast longing of desire for his long-awaited touches that I had had for weeks. It had finally become a reality, and I became aware that I was lying in my mother's and father's bedroom, in their bed, with my beloved and dear father between my spread legs.

The thought that it was me, and not mother, who was in this moment, and the thought that this was not a dream, made me explode into a complex and forceful orgasm. It was my first, my absolute first orgasm, and it made everything inside of me vibrate with powerful electric impulses that went through every organ of my body.

One thing that I couldn't believe and still have trouble with to this day is that it was none other than my much-loved father who gave it to me. Imagine that. My father gave me my first-ever orgasm. Mhmm!

Dad felt my orgasm with his tongue and only stopped drilling until my body had calmed down again after the many spasmodic muscle contractions. My breathing was still heavy when Dad raised his head and moved towards me. He sought my lips, embraced them with his, and kissed me passionately, which was an excellent way to finish.

We kissed for a while, and then Dad got up.

"Where are you going, father?" I asked curiously and desperately.

"I think I want to jump in the shower."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"But Dad, we're not done yet," I said firmly with a severe expression as I sent him a sober look. Dad looked back at me a bit ignorantly and wasn't quite sure what I meant at first, but he quickly put two and two together.

"Eh, honey, we can't do that."

"Why not?" I asked seriously, having switched roles with my father, for I was now wholly ignorant and didn´t understand a thing.

"I-i-it's illegal if we take it all the way."

“I'm not telling anyone,” I said immediately, without thinking, and crawled closer to him, looking up with the best puppy eyes I could muster. His eyebrows twitched in frustration and division again, just like at the beginning.

"Father, come now, I want you inside me; I want to feel you fully," I said softly, taking his hand in mine. I caressed it with my cheek and pulled it to get him back into bed. He was adamant at first but was eventually persuaded. I bit my lip happily and put my naked body in a cheeky, seductive position that showed off my sexy female forms. Excited, I lay and waited for Father to muster up the courage.

"Dad, we've been waiting for this for weeks," I finally pointed out to him, and I had to tell him about the naughty and secret moments we've had with each other.

"I promise not to tell anyone," I finished, spreading my legs extra wide so he had a clear view of my most sensitive spot, which he had not long ago given all his love to with his mouth and tongue. It and I were ready for even more of Father's indescribable and untamable love.

Just like before, I felt that Dad had changed his personality again. The uneasy and tense atmosphere of the bedroom resurfaced, and I once again felt like a small and helpless hare about to be attacked by a vicious predator. This time, on the other hand, I was not discouraged but very excited about what was in store for me and what intentions my father had.

He crawled over to me with clenched fists and every muscle tensed in his arms. His face was expressionless, and I couldn't read his intention. My heart was almost in my throat, throbbing at a high speed. He knelt between my legs and impulsively grabbed them to pull them towards him. I cooed along the sheet until I hit him, and his mega-hard cock fluttered above my wet beaver.

A lively rush of excitement settled in my stomach at the sight of my father's divine wonder so close to mine. I longed to feel him and was only inches away from fulfilling my long-awaited desire.

"Mhmm, yes, put it in me, Daddy," I pleaded desperately as he slid his vast member close to my labia and clit. My vagina was sweating in need of his penetration, making intense contractions.

"Oh honey, don't say that twice," he replied confidently. I could easily read that he was relieved and happy I had retaken the initiative. I thought I finally figured out how to deal with him going forward. He just needed a bit of persuasion and someone else to make the first move, and then he wasn't afraid to take matters into his own hands and finish whatever affair was started.

I felt the soft cock head dig down my labia and into my smoldering hole. I could have sworn my teen pussy turned into a robust suction cup in a split second, opening up completely to devour every inch of Daddy's monstrous manhood.

The empty hole I had been walking around for weeks was finally filled. I felt like it was the last piece I had been looking for. Father was inside me, entirely inside me, and it was an indescribable and unique experience that sent me into a nebula of ecstasy, where only peace, harmony, and an eternity of sexual pleasure were present.

I let go of all the tension in my young teenage body and moaned with pure bliss every time Dad pulled out my tight entrance, only to ram right back in. He did it with slow and gentle movements until my small walls were loosened and stretched out, making them more likely to accept faster and harder thrusts.

Dad's lovesick grunt was a great relief. The fact that he enjoyed my body as much as I wanted him confirmed our deep love.

“Oh, Daddy, I love you,” I screamed out loud as my breasts bounced with each thrust. I put my hands on his muscular, hairy chest above me. It was warm, soft, and slightly damp from a thin layer of morning sweat. I caressed each muscle pad and, a little later, spontaneously grabbed his head to push him to my lips. It was an idyllic and passionate moment. Our tongues boxed against each other, and the itchy sensation inside me raced to an unknown level, sending me places I had yet to discover. Dad fucked me like I was the only woman he wanted to be with and like it was the last time he would be allowed to penetrate his little girl. Which I hope it wasn´t

You could hear us throughout the entire house. The legs of the bed hammered the floor. Its creaking sound was at the same volume as our loud sex roars.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Dad roared with sweat running down his face.

"Let's do it together," I roared back, pulling him down for another kiss.

Sensing that he was about to burst, I wrapped my legs around his rear, tightening my grip and ensuring he couldn't escape. I wanted him to cum inside me. Unfortunately, I wasn't on the pill, but he didn't know. It didn't matter either cause I would find a solution later on. But right then, I wanted him as deep inside me as possible; I wanted EVERYTHING about him.

"No, don't!" he exclaimed when he realized he had no choice but to shoot his millions of life seeds into his little girl. Father restrained himself for as long as possible but could not resist the inevitable release. The second I felt the hot, thick liquid shoot up, my insides climaxed around his cock. My body trembled violently as large amounts of overwhelming energy flowed from another intense orgasm rushed through my body like giant waves of pure happiness.

It was so hot for a moment that everything started to black out for me until I finally passed out. The next thing I remembered was that Dad was lying next to me and had pulled out. He caressed my cheek and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in his deep and pleasant male voice. Father's beautiful gaze warmed me with love, and I automatically smiled.

"Yes, more than okay," I said, biting my lip contentedly with a big smile. After that, we kissed deeply a few times and hugged each other closely. We lay together for a long moment, enjoying our naked bodies lying close to each other, without saying a word.

"When would mother and brother come home?" I asked; at the exact moment, he gestured to get up.

"Late evening," he replied.

"So we have the whole day together?" I chirped happily, intending to have another hot and furious ride with my daddy boy.

"Not exactly," he exclaimed. My eyebrows drew together in astonishment, and I stared at him sharply and expectantly.

"Your Uncle Scott is coming over to help me with something," he finished when he caught sight of my not-so-friendly expression.

"Uncle Scott! Is he coming here?!" I shouted impulsively, surprised by my reaction. Dad nodded back and set about finding clothes from his wardrobe.

“Then let us hurry!” I insisted, hurrying back into bed to spread my legs and welcome Dad for another round as I glared up at him with a playful and hungry look for more.

"Sorry honey; we shouldn't have done it in the first place," he sighed heavily and forced himself to look the other way to avoid being tempted by my beautiful young body.

"Come on, Dad, make love to me again; we had such a good time, just one last time!" I teased, getting up to follow him out of the bedroom. Before I could get out, it dawned on me that his many seminal fluids, which he had shot up into me, were dripping out of me and onto the floor.

It sent an itchy jolt to my pussy again, and I couldn't help but turn myself on at the thought of Dad marking his territory through his lush cum. I sat down on the edge of the bed and began to rub my hand from side to side on my swollen clit.

"Fuck me again, Dad. Fucking fuck me as often as you can before Uncle Scott...