I threw on a pair of running shorts and a bright yellow tube top that accented my deep tan coloring. By the time I got back down stairs, Amanda was gone. Dad was fixing his favorite: breakfast burritos. Usually too much food, way too much for the large tortilla, I always made him cut the portions. It was a game between us.
We ate almost silently.
We talked, shared a few words about the day, plans, normal chat. Finishing, Dad announced he was going to jump in the shower.
I sat, finishing my coffee. My mind was racing again. I ran my hands over the table, my mind placing Amanda face down, ass up at my place, her tits mashed about here, my hands spreading out, fingers flared, wondering how wide her small tits would spread when pushed flat on the table. Running my hand around the edge of the table, I pictured her crotch, flush against the edge of the table, her hips bent, legs draping down, mound pulsating against the coolness of the wood.
Was the table cold? Could you tip your hips up to absorb a cock being shoved into your body? My hand automatically reached to my mound again, my slit, my clit begging for a touch, an orgasm. Did she cum? How did it start? Did Dad lick her pussy? Spread her cheeks to see her wet slit?
God I was getting horny sitting there.
I listened for the shower. It was going. Standing, my mind racing, I pulled my tube top off in one quick motion. My little tits reacted to the cooler air, my nipples standing erect. I cupped each breast, my thumb and finger squeezing, rolling my hardening nipple, tugging them. I bent, stripping the shorts, panties from my body.
Now naked, I stepped to the table. My crotch was table high. I slid my crotch back and forth, feeling the firmness of the wood caress my mound. I could feel my slit pull sideways, back and forth as I slid several inches each way. My clit almost escaped to touch the wood. I reached, placed my hands on the table, grinding my hips harder against the table. My eyes closed, my thoughts lost in my lust. I slid my hands forward, lowering my body on the table.
Cool, my breath escaped me. I slowed my descent, my hard nipples first touching the hardness of the table. I sank the final couple of inches, my breasts now mashed flat under my body.
I pictured Amanda, her petite body in my same position. I heard her labored breathing as my Dad slipped his cock between her cheeks, sliding its head between her wet lips, up, down her slit, searching for, finding her hole. I tried to imagine the urgency of her cunt lips, sucking the cockhead into her body. Grasping, pulling, taking each inch as Dad pushed forward. My hips ground against the table.
My clit, engorged, brushed the edge, sending a electric shock throughout my body. A moan erupted from deep inside my body. I wiggled my hips again, sliding my wet clit along the edge of the table. Involuntary spasms racked my body. My hips thrust forward, forcing my clit to grind against the table even harder.
“Fuck me Daddy,” I whispered. “Please fuck your baby,” I went.
Arching my hips, I slid a hand quickly down to my crotch. My finger dipped into my slit, flicking back and forth over my engorged clit. Seconds passed, I flicked my clit harder, faster as my body responded to me.
Labored breathing, hips flexing, driving my finger along my slit, I humped my digital intruders. My mind pictured my Dad, his hands grasping each half moon, spreading them gently, his tongue reaching deep between them to find my wet gash, penetrating me, rimming my wet hole, sliding down, flicking over my sensitive bud. His teeth grabbed my clit, pulling it into his mouth, sucking, tongue flicking over faster, mashing it against the inside of his mouth. I could feel his teeth, nipping firmly to hold my clit as I humped, pulling up, driving down on his buried face. Suddenly, he drove his tongue deep into my hole, licking, reaming, drawing my flowing juices into his mouth.
My mind exploded. An orgasm ripped through my body, my crotch thumping the finger mashing my clit. I rubbed it for several more seconds.
“Yes Daddy,” I whispered.
Eyes closed, I relaxed, my body absorbing all the feelings pulsating through my cunt, spreading throughout my body. Breathing returning to normal.
Fingers intertwining in my hair, pulling my head back.
A hand on my hip, Dad's body pulling tight against my body, rocking back and forth, grinding against my sex and ass. His hard, firm cock, sliding between my cheeks. Our bodies, rocking forward, pulling back, slapping forward, hips and flesh slapping hard. Humping, grinding bodies, flesh, lust. Hips arched, cock sliding up, down my wet slit. Penetrating, head forced, popping through my opening. A second hand grabbing my other hip bone. Pulling my body back, pulling, pushing his cock in, invading, penetrating, thrusting hard, deep. My breath escapes. Wild eyed, lust, grinding my hips, my muscles sucking, twitching with each little thrust, withdrawal, thrust again. I feel his penetration, sliding deep, hard into my body. Grinding each inch, invading. Pulling out, my lips stretch, grasping his cock, pulling it back in. Then thrust forward hard. His hips slap my ass, the noise exploding, filling the kitchen. Grunting, I absorb his thrust.
“Fuck me Daddy!” I scream.
Thrust after thrust, I absorb his rough penetrations, my body screaming, my lust building, my orgasm festering, reaching closer to exploding forth, filling my body with fire. Our sex, noisy, squishy sounds, juices leaking out, covering his rigid cock, balls slapping my clit. My finger flicks back and forth over my clit. Harder, faster my finger races, the cock invading me, filling me. Slap after slap, his hips jam forward, his cock buried balls deep, grinding, forcing each little fraction of an inch more, driving deep. Groans, grunts fill the room mixed with the noises of our bodies. Piston like, he hammers my cunt. Long, hard strokes. My cunt is on fire, my nerves raw. My finger bringing my clit to orgasm under his powerful strokes. Almost there. My eyes close tight. Body tenses. Orgasm! My body explodes, juices flood from my hole. Dad's cock, slick, slides easier.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Dad growled.
Mind lost! Rational thought gone. Lust controlled! Dad starts faster, harder thrusts into my body, convulsing on its own now. Over my clit, sensitive, driving hard. Dad pulls himself into my body, fingers digging into my hip bones. Pulling, grinding his cock deep. I feel him arch. Table squeaks. Dad grunted loudly. I could feel his cock expand, and spit cum into my body. Squirt after squirt, blast after blast erupted from his magnificent cock. My body grew warm, tingling, my cunt filled with spasms, muscles milking his cock. My muscles grabbed his deflating cock, pulling, sucking it deep, draining any fluids remaining. Body sweating, a film of perspiration covering us. Breathing ragged, deep. Silence.
We remain attached, our bodies joined. Normalcy returns, breathing slows. Dad grinds himself against me. My spasms are pushing his cock out of my body. I arch my hips, my cunt sucking his softening cock back in. I want it in me. I want to feel it. Dad's hands, soft, caress my ass, over the small of my back, up my spine, over the sides, and back down for another pass. Nothing has been said. We are both lost to our desires, feeling, absorbing the aftermath of our sex.
“I love you Daddy,” I whispered.
Dad pulled his deflated cock out of my cunt. My legs, splayed wide, almost ached as I pulled them together. I pushed my torso up, pulling my feet under me. As I stood, Dad wrapped his strong arms around me. Turning me, he pulled me close to his body, wrapping his strapping arms totally around me, a protective shield from the outside world. We rocked together. I listened to his heart beating in his chest. Dad scooped me in his arms, and carried me upstairs to his room. Placing me gently on his bed, he laid beside me, spooned, his arms around me. “I love you too baby,” Dad whispered softly.
We drifted to sleep.