He favored another teacher from the university named Amanda.
Amanda seemed to be a smaller version of me, or so I thought. She worked out, had a frame similar to mine only several inches shorter, hair style matched mine, and was also brown eyed. Not long after he brought her home and introduced her, she spent her first night in my Dad's bed.
I had no real memory of my Dad's sex life. I had never thought of sex until Amanda. I had never heard mom or Dad engaged in wild, passionate sex. But enter Amanda, my Dad went stupid, and was always grabbing her, squeezing her tits or caressing her ass when he thought I would not see. I started watching to catch the occurrence, wondering why it would make them giggle so.
Now, I am not a prude. I kiss boys, even share tongue. I have been felt up, even had my pussy mound rubbed through my jeans. But other than an inconvenience, I never have spent time thinking about sex to the extent that some of my best girlfriends do. But watching Dad and Amanda, I would find myself wondering about the twinge feelings I would get in my crotch, or why my nipples would go rigid as I glanced around the corner as my Dad twisted Amanda's nipple through her clothes.
What got me was the first night Amanda stayed. I do not believe it was their first time, but the first time I had to deal with the uncomfortable approach of bedtime. We had kicked back watching a DVD in our media room. Dad and Amanda relaxed behind me on the theater seats as I stretched out on the floor. Now late, and me tired, I kissed Dad goodnight, told Amanda I would see her later, and trundled off to bed.
Time passed, I drifted off to a shallow sleep.
I was awakened first by groans. Inaudible, low level groans. I listened, thinking the wind must be blowing. Instantly, concern for my Dad entered my mind. Was he sick? The groans were coming from the hallway. I rose from my bed, following the pale light from the night light, opened my bedroom door quietly. Glancing outside, nothing was there.
As I pulled the door open, I stepped into the hall, glanced toward the stairs, then turned to the sounds emanating from my Dad's bedroom.
I stepped closer to the door.
All was quiet.
I reached to the handle, ready to slowly, deliberately open the door.
“Oh God yes,” my Daddy groaned.
I froze, my fingers wrapped firmly around the door knob.
“Suck me,” Dad commanded. A thousand pictures jumped in my head. My Dad, his hand firmly wrapped around his stiff shaft, pumping, bringing himself to orgasm, or Amanda's lips firmly wrapped around his pulsating cock, face fucking her wet, pliant mouth and throat. Maybe, my Dad, his hand intertwined in her golden hair, jamming his cock in and out of her mouth forcefully.
Wide eyed, scared I would be heard, I jumped back from the door and quickly, quietly, retreated to my room.
Again, my body ached. My mind played the pictures in my head. My girlfriends talked about such matters on more than one occasion. I laughed off such discussions. I did not have any experience, or interest. Now, my nipples rose firmly up from my chest, my sex yearned, my slit growing wet from my body's desires. My hand quickly snaked down my torso, slipped under my panties. I pleased myself for the next 20-minutes, flashing my created pictures in my head. I drifted to a restless sleep.
I awoke early. Racing downstairs in my normal pj's, I needed coffee. Sitting, sipping my first cup, Amanda entered the kitchen dressed on one of my Dad's softball team shirts. Her legs, athletic and firm, flexed with each step to the cupboard.
She made his shirt look good.
“Good morning,” she said almost apologetically.
“Morning, Amanda,” I responded. “You're still here,” I said without thinking.
She turned to look at me, her nipples rigid under the material. I noted they stood proud, swimming slightly with each movement of her body. She's not that good I thought to myself. What was I thinking? My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Was my Dad far behind?
“I'm going to get a shower,” I stammered. Rising quickly, I bounded up the stairs, into my bedroom, and plopped on my bed. I sat for several minutes, thinking about my reaction to Amanda in the kitchen. I needed to apologize.
As I headed down the stairs, I could hear grunts coming from the kitchen.
Slowing my pace, I glanced around the refrigerator. My hand reached to cover my mouth instantly. My Dad had Amanda bent over the kitchen table, his hands on her hips, slamming his body back and forth against her. I could not see her, but his naked ass was fully visible to me. His hips slapped her flesh as they both grunted.
Repeatedly, he thrust his body against her backside.
My heart jumped in my throat.
My body froze.
I could not move.
I watched, memorized but what I saw. Forever passed before me. My breathing changed, my hand slid down my body, reaching into my panties, my fingers tracing down, fire burning on my belly. I reached my slit, my finger snaking in to find my clit covered in my juices. I flicked my finger back and forth quickly, my legs opening slightly, opening up my cunt to my probing fingers. I watched with feelings I had not felt before. I wanted to be her. I wanted my pussy pounded, a cock ravaging my body.
“Fuck me you stud,” Amanda went. “Fuck my pussy! Harder!”
“I'm going to come,” Dad went, slapping her right cheek with his hand. The pop made me jump.
“Yes!” Dad almost shouted. He pulled her hips hard back against him, flexing his hips, grinding his lily white ass into her body. His breathing was raspy. Reaching around underneath her body, he leaned over her ass, melding to her back.
I backed off, heading upstairs quickly. I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower.
For the first time, I pictured my own Dad as a real sexual being, with a hard cock, long, straight, fat. As I fingered my clit, I closed my eyes. To my surprise, it was my Dad's image that jumped into my mind, his fingers that were rubbing my clit back and forth, his fingers that mashed the sensitive bud against my body. I could feel his lips surround, gently bite my nipples as my fingers twisted and pulled my rigid nipples. I could hear him groaning as he sucked my flesh into his mouth. His fingers dipped into my wet hole, exploring my sex. My breathing quickened.
My lust grew. I needed a few more seconds. My nerves were now on fire, my body arching against my fingers as I flicked my clit back and forth. My orgasm swelled in my crotch.
“Yes Daddy,” I screamed as my orgasm exploded in my body. I humped my fingers, my clit rubbing firmly against my hand as I dipped two fingers deep into my cunt, driving hard and fast.
“Yes Daddy,” I whispered again, slumping back against the wall.