It was just eleven-thirty when Ali entered her house. She turned out the porch light and locked the door, then headed for her bedroom. Her father had left the bathroom light on so she could find her way, but aside from that the house was dark.
Ali undressed quietly in her own room, then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth before going to bed. After she'd completed her bathroom tasks, she switched off the light and started back to her own room, but paused when she heard some strange noises from the direction of her father's bedroom. Changing course, she knocked lightly on her father's door.
"Daddy? Are you okay?"
There was a muffled reply that she couldn't make out.
"Daddy?" she asked again, turning the knob to open the door. "Daddy, I couldn't hear what you said."
"I'm just fine, dear. Go to bed," her father replied.
"Okay. I heard something odd and was worried about you."
"Like I said, I'm fine. Now get to bed!"
"Goodnight, Daddy."
"Goodnight, dear."
The night had been close and strange-feeling. Even earlier, when she went to the movie theater, there was an odd feeling in the air. Ali went right to sleep, but she was blasted upright in bed a couple of hours later by an extremely loud clap of thunder that sounded like it was right in the house.
Ali, although not afraid of many things, was badly frightened by thunder storms. There had been thunder the night her mother died, and ever since then, she associated the two. It was a blind, unreasoning fear, fear that maybe this time her father would die and leave her alone, that catapulted the girl out of bed instantly and sent her dashing wildly out of her room and down the hall, stark-naked, to her father's bedroom.
Her father's door was open a crack, she hadn't shut it tightly when she said goodnight to him. She ran into the room and climbed under the cover, wrapping her arms around the sleeping man. It took her several minutes to calm down, although the thunder was already moving off to the East and the lightning flashes were few and far between now. Her father didn't wake up, but just having her arms around him, her body nestled up against his, was enough to ease her fears.
Ali's scared shaking stopped and her breathing and heartbeat settled back to normal as the storm went away, leaving her with a vaguely excited but unfulfilled sensation. It took her a moment to realize what it was. She was horny as hell again!
The second realization was equally startling. Not only was she horny, her clit and her nipples and her pussy lips all swollen with desire, but she was naked in bed with a naked man! Her father didn't have any clothes on! The feeling of his bare skin against her own as filling her with lust. And in his sleep, he must also be feeling the same thing, she concluded, as her questing hand discovered his rigidly erect cock.
In the past summer, since her sexual awakening. Alberta Zimmerman had on more than one occasion thought about her father in a carnal way. Not that it was anything she ever intended to do, just that he was handsome and sexy and well-built. She had even fantasized about him a couple of times, and gotten off by playing with her tits, or even just by thinking about getting fucked by a man like her dad.
Now, here in bed with him, her lust almost unbearable, and with a rigid prick in her hand, it seemed a stupid waste not to take advantage of the situation. Her sexual desires caused her overheated blood to pulse powerfully throughout her whole being. She needed to get fucked and she needed it now. The cock in her hand, swollen and throbbing with need, obviously wanted to fuck as badly as she wanted to be fucked. She knew her father needed a woman. She was a woman in need, so why not?
Without thinking further about it, Ali swept the covers back and got on her hands and knees, first to lick and suck on her father's stiff cock and then, satisfied that it was more than ready, to straddle his prick and engulf it in her tight, hot, overeager cunt.
As she settled down on his straining cock, her tight, creaming pussy surrounding and grasping the hot, throbbing prick, she was startled as wave upon wave of increasingly strong climaxes surged through her. Ali wondered why she felt almost drowned in sexual excitement when the cock that was sunk in her belly was neither particularly long nor particularly thick. It was, she guessed, just about average in size, and it wasn't doing anything, at least not yet. But it felt so darned good in her!
Her father's felt good just throbbing there, but she knew it would feel better when she began to fuck him. To prolong her joy, to savor the feeling, she began to move slowly, teasingly, hardly moving as she gradually raised herself up, so that only the very tip of his cock was between her pussy lips, then settled back down just as slowly, the stiff prick sliding along the cream slicked, hot, grasping walls of her cunt, triggering flickers of climactic spasms sparking through her guts.
Stoking as long as she could without either losing the cock on the up stroke or pounding into her father's hips on the down stroke, Ali gradually picked up speed, little by little, drawing out the wonderful sensations as much as she could. Now she was pumping up and down in a steady rhythm, every stroke strengthening the thrills that coursed through her. Suddenly, she sensed that her father was reaching orgasm. His cock seemed to swell and stiffen within her. Then a wave of contractions swept from its root to the cock-tip, to jet glob after glob of hot cum into her young pussy.
The very first shot triggered Ali's response as a massive climax blasted through her in one tremendous surge, leaving her limp and shaken. Without even bothering to roll off or withdraw her cunt from around her father's cock, she joined him in a deep sleep.
Ali awoke many hours later to find sunlight streaming into the room around the edges of the drawn shades, and a wonderful sensation as of something firm and rod-shaped swelling within her pussy. At first, she couldn't identify either the sensation or where she was. Then she remembered the thunderstorm and running for her father's bed and climbing in with him, then on top of him. Carefully she levered herself up from her dad's sleeping torso. Yes, he was still sound asleep, his breathing light and even, his eyes closed.
Only his cock was awake, swelling and hardening in her cunt, filling her with renewed desire. Her lust for completion overcame her and, without another thought, she straightened up and began to move up and down on her father's straining erection. Although her cunt was still slippery with his cum and her own cream from the night, her strong young muscles clamped firmly down on the hot, surging prick, increasing the carnal lust, the erotic sensations that pulsed through her veins and redoubled her efforts to reach climax and hopefully satisfied relaxation.
As she bounced up and down on her father's groin, slowly and gently at first, then gradually faster and harder, she was once again surprised to find how fulfilling his cock was, even though it was hardly half the size of Hadley's monster, and not nearly as big as the other cocks she'd had in her during the past couple of days, either. Now, pumping her hips faster, still keeping his cock inside her, the thought was replaced by pure carnal lust.
Now her hips were really pounding, slamming her ass into her dad's groin, forcing his stiff prick as far into her demanding cunt as it would go. Suddenly, Mr. Zimmerman's eyes shot open, alarming the girl at first. His eyelids were open, but his eyes were glazed with his own desires, not realizing, not caring who was on top of him riding his lust-inflamed cock. It had been so long since he'd had a woman, and here was one, the image of his lost wife, giving the satisfaction he'd needed!
Far sooner than either of them expected, they reached a deep, powerful, completely satisfying mutual climax that left them both drained, relaxed, and mellow.
"Oh Daddy," Ali sighed when her breathing returned to normal, "I really love you, and now I love you as a woman as well as like a daughter. Isn't it wonderful?"
While the situation was so completely beyond anything he would have considered in the past, Herman Zimmerman found to his utter shocked astonishment that he felt completely comfortable, completely fulfilled, something that he hadn't been since his wife died. Although he should have protested or resisted, perhaps, he abandoned himself to the joy, the deep-seated pleasure of his feelings.
"And I love you, Ali, dear. Much more so than I have ever before realized. Thank you for being a wonderful daughter and a beautiful woman."
Ali gave her dad a powerful hug and a deep, long kiss. Her mind was busy. Now she knew why it didn't matter that her father's cock was only average. It was the feeling for the person, not the size of the cock, that satisfied! She giggled silently to herself. She learned a lot in the past couple of days, and she knew she had a lot more to learn. She looked forward to more lessons, from the Jordans, from maybe her father, from whoever could teach her. Sex was a marvelous thing, it made her, feel so unbelievably great, and she expected to learn as much about it as she could. The future looked fantastic!