Dad finished his shower, and came back down shortly. I was up pouring another cup of coffee as he rounded the corner of the kitchen. I stood tall, giving a great view of my form as he entered the kitchen.
“How much time before breakfast is served?” he asked.
“Thirty minutes,” I said.
He headed directly to his chair at the table.
“Baby, come here,” he instructed. Carrying my coffee, I sauntered up to his chair, standing in front of him. Spreading his legs, he reached to pull my body closer. His hands caressed up and down my legs.
Nothing was said. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my backside, pulling my body tight against him. Me standing, him in his chair, my crotch was way below his mouth. Bending over, grasping my ass cheeks, Dad pulled my crotch to his mouth, kissing my clothes, blowing warm air into my crotch through my shorts.
His hands slid up, his fingers grazing under my shorts, running over my panties, pulling me forward. I raised a foot to his chair, slipping it beside his thigh, opening my legs wide, opening my crotch to him. My hand caressed his shoulder, the other one running my fingers through his thinning hair.
His mouth found my mound, moving down, his tongue tracing my slit, pushing the material firmly against my sex. I groaned appreciatively.
Pushing my leg down, leaning back, his hands grabbed my waist band, pulling the shorts down in one easy motion. A second pass, he removed my panties. My furry mound was now naked to his gaze, his mouth, his tongue approached me. I arched forward, wanting him to taste me. Clean, freshly washed, I knew I would taste great. I placed my foot back on the edge of his chair as his tongue slipped just slightly into my folds, pressing on my clit. My hips jumped into his face involuntarily.
He pulled back.
“Here's the plan,” he said. “I want a snack before breakfast,” he said.
Reaching back to the table, he patted his place at the table.
“I want your ass right here,” he said.
He moved to turn his chair around. He gave me room to slide along the table. It was cold on my bare ass, but I moved directly in front of him.
“Up,” he commanded softly. I moved to sit on the table.
“Lay down, baby,” he instructed.
He directed my legs, placing them on the sides of his head, supported by the arms of the chair. He moved close to the table, sliding between my spread legs. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, and growled. His head turned, he nipped the flesh of my thigh softly, kissing along the leg, moving painfully slow up my thigh toward my crotch.
At the top of my leg, he pulled back, and moved low on the other thigh, and repeated his march toward my cunt. As he got closer, his tongue reached out, thrashed one side of my lips back and forth, moved top to bottom without really penetrating me, and moved to the other lip, repeating his teasing.
My ass flexed repeatedly, lifting my crotch up, trying to capture his tongue in my slit. My body was now burning with desire. My cunt was flooding, my senses focused on my crotch. He stretched his arms up under my legs, lifting them, around my hips to the front of my body, pulling my body toward the edge of the table.
Groaning, he pulled my cunt firmly against his mouth. He sucked my clit deep into his mouth without any teasing, any additional foreplay at all, just sucked the fucking thing into his mouth hard and fast. A grunt scream escaped my lips as I humped my pussy into his face. He thrashed my clit, holding it between his teeth, nipping at the flesh, his tongue grinding it hard against the inside of his teeth, back and forth.
His head turned side to side quickly, pulling, stretching my clit hard, his mouth pressing hard against my sex. Such direct, focused thrashing of my clit lifted my orgasm immediately, driving me hard toward blowing my goods quickly. My hands helped lift my crotch, almost pushing my cunt into his mouth. I was gasping for breath. I arched, tilted my hips, wanting him to eat me, wanting to cum on his mouth.
I was lost. No thought, just desire forced my body forward. I grunted, groaned deeply. I clamped my legs over his back, pulling his body tighter into my crotch, driving his face firmly into my cunt. He continued his assault on my clit.
“Yes,” I grunted over and over.
I raced to my orgasm like the road runner, running hard and fast headlong into his assault on my clit. Within minutes, my body screamed for climax.
My cunt drove all thought. I reacted, humping, driving my body against his mouth, his tongue. He licked up and down my slit, reaming my hole, forcing his tongue deep, then licking back to my clit, sucking it into his mouth again. This was repeated many, many times over the next 20-minutes.
My body tensed, my hips arched, my ass lifted up from the table. Arching high, breath held, I came. My hips thrust up and down hard, grinding each inch of tongue into my hole, each nip of my clit.
Arching, holding high one more time, my body exploded into a second orgasm as big as the first. I screamed, my hips dropping flat on the table. I had to reach and push him away from my cunt.
My clit was too sensitive to have him eat me anymore.
I squeezed his head with my thighs.
He stood quickly, grabbed his rigid cock, pressed against my soaked slit, pulled the head up and down between my soft lips, found my wet hole, and pushed forward hard. His cock exploded into my body, my wet tunnel opening, grabbing, and sucking his massive cock into my sheath. He lifted my legs vertical, his hips thrusting hard against me, our flesh slapping with each thrust of his body.
Grabbing my thighs, Daddy slammed my cunt hard, driving, thrusting his monster cock into my tight pussy. I reached to my tits, tugging on the hard nipples, twisting, pulling, rolling the nipples hard. Daddy continued his piston approach to fucking me, slamming repeatedly in, out of my wet cunt.
His balls slapped my ass with each thrust, the flesh against flesh slapping noise filling the kitchen.
I glanced at the clock.
Daddy grunted hard. “Oh fuck!” he shouted.
He pulled me hard against his probing cock, holding deep in my body. I could feel his cock spasm, explode, filling me with several spurts of creamy cum. I ground my hips, humping his buried cock. His face was a mass of frowns, almost grimace like I thought. I hoped it felt as good to him as it felt to me. With a loud gasp, he began breathing again. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, almost exposing the head, then pushed slowly back in my body. He repeated slowly several times. I could feel his cock deflating with each stroke. One more time, he pushed tight against me, humping hard, driving his flaccid cock deep again. Leaning over me, he kissed my chest, his tongue dancing over my tits. Standing, he watched our crotches as he pulled his limp cock out of my drenched cunt.
Leaning quickly, he pulled his shorts up, turned to the stove.
Moving quickly, he took the casserole out of the oven. I moved to clasp my legs together, enjoying the feeling of my freshly fucked body.
“Come on, babe,” he said. “Breakfast will get cold,” he said.
I moved to sit up on the table.
“Damn good appetizer,” he said. “Damn good!”
I pulled myself off the table. Daddy did not hesitate. He slid into his chair, and started his breakfast, sliding my plate to my place for me. As I bent to pull my shorts up, Dad smacked my naked cheek softly. Standing, turning to face him, he just grinned ear to ear. I slid into my chair.
“I loved the appetizer myself,” I said under my breath. I grinned at Daddy. He glanced my way as he shoved another bite into his mouth.
“Eat, you will need your strength later,” he said.
I had no idea what he was talking about. I sat, my cunt throbbing, with twinges of my orgasms causing my muscles to spasm every once in awhile. I would squirm in my chair, pressing my crotch down, feeling the spasms, enjoying. Each caused small groans in my body. God I wanted Daddy again. I watched him as he ate. Who would have guessed I fucked my Daddy? I wanted to scream how happy I was. I wanted to tell Daddy how good he made me feel. He glanced my way, caught me watching him.
“Eat,” he said pointing at my food.
“I love you so much, Daddy,” I whispered huskily.
Daddy: a broad smile crossing his face.
“I love you too, baby,” he said.
We finished breakfast quickly.
“Let's skip church today, sweetie,” Daddy said as we loaded the dishwasher.
“I want to go shopping,” he said.
“We'll leave about noon,” he said.