I leaned forward again, taking him in. Again, I swallowed as much of it as I could, while I heard him gasping. I didn’t stop pushing, so I managed to force it a little bit inside my throat. I felt my stomach contract, but I fought the impulse. Slowly, I started to move, not much of it in my throat, and I felt him laying his head over my head, caressing my hair while I did it. Daddy was moaning for me, and I loved it. Every time it got at the entrance of my throat, it was the same, I felt a little suffocated, and my stomach began contracting, my whole body convulsing. It was very frustrating, but, at the same time, I didn’t want to make a mess.
He prepared a bath, and came back to pick me up again, and took me to the bathtub. He lowered me into the warm water slowly, and I winced loudly when the water touched my violated behind. None of us said a single word, while he started to wash me. We were both silent, until he grazed the sponge he was using on my sensitive pussy, and I moaned softly, and arched my back a little.
He heard the fabric of the clothes falling to the floor and he looked at me again when I was already unfastening my white cotton bra. Dad didn’t say anything, he just looked at me when I threw my bra to the floor, his eyes on my breasts, which I was very proud of. They were firm, and exactly the perfect size for a petite girl like me, and my nipples were of a bright red that for my slightly tanned skin. Then, swiftly, I slid my panties down and off, to the floor. After I was finished, completely naked, I stood there looking at him.
My heart started pounding hard inside my chest. It was happening. I was giving myself to my father. I didn’t know what came over me. I would never be able to imagine something even close to that when I woke up this morning. I always admired him, his handsome face, his muscles, the low tone of his voice… But I had never actually imagined something like this, much less imagined that he would be hurting me, and that I would not only be ok with that, but wanting it to happen.
My moans echoed throughout the living room until I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. By them my roommate’s popsicle was almost completely melted. Still, there was enough left to make me climax, forcing my vaginal muscles to contract, sucking up what little frozen treat remained, leaving my roommate with nothing but a popsicle stick. I surely would have laughed at this if not for the fact that I was too busy experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Well, that and the fact that I was suddenly snapped back to reality.
