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Masturbating With My Dad, Part 2

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Solo-Touch-Bot Posted on: 09 Aug 2008 1 comments
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Category: Female-Male (FM)
Submitted by: Skye Age: 45 (now) Gender: Female

I was 18 when this happened. My dad was 42. I'd just started college.

I was so incredibly aroused by the fact that my father had orgasmed into my hands.

I then whispered to my father, "I want you to touch me, too." I got up to wash my hands, and asked my dad to wash his hands, too. After we'd both washed well, he took my hand and he led me back to his bed, my mother's bed... but tonight, it was *our* bed. He put some pillows up against the headboard and whispered, "lie back against these." I half-sat, half-lay back, with my knees up, but together. I wanted to be able to see what he was going to do to me. He brought a hand mirror of my mother's and whispered, "have you ever looked at your pussy?" I said no, and sat up a little as he handed me the mirror and I spread my legs and used my fingers to spread my labia. He whispered, "do you ever touch yourself alone at night?" I whispered, "yes," as we both just looked at my spread labia for a few moments. I began to stroke myself, but then he took the mirror away and whispered, "no, that's my job tonight." He put my knees back together first, though, and sat beside me as I lay back a bit. He caressed my breasts, touching and circling my nipples with his fingers. I whispered "suck my nipples," and he got up on his knees there on the bed and took one of my breasts in each hand, squeezing them together a little on my chest. He leaned over me and put his mouth first to one of my nipples, then the other, sucking, tonguing, ravenous at my breasts. He began moaning again and I was panting so hard, my chest was heaving. After a few minutes of this intensely sexy mouth play, he looked up at me, lying there panting, so incredibly aroused, and whispered, "I want to touch your beautiful cunt." He moved down in the bed, to where he could kneel in front of my legs, which were still closed. He whispered, "open your legs to me," and I slowly spread my legs for my father while his hands moved down and then up, caressing my thighs. At the time, my pussy was unshaved, but I kept it trimmed. I was incredibly wet, as you may have guessed. My father's fingers moved gently to touch my labia, and we both gasped as I felt his gentle fingers make contact. He whispered, "you're so wet," and I whispered, "oh god, I want you so bad..." He looked down between my thighs and began to move his fingers slowly and rhythmically around my vaginal opening, sliding up and down, sensuously, to stroke the folds of my labia, and back to my opening. He looked at me and whispered, "does that feel good..." I whispered one word, "yes." I said yes to every question he asked me that night. I said yes when he stroked his finger slowly around my clit, over and over, and asked me if it felt good. I said yes when he asked if he could slide a finger into me. I said yes when he asked if his finger, thrusting and stroking so deeply and gently inside me, was giving me pleasure. He stroked me and touched me, caressed me and pressed me. As his middle finger was stroking me inside, his thumb gently caressed around my clit. My pelvis was on fire with the pleasure he was giving me. I looked down between my wide-open thighs and watched as my father's hand caressed me inside and out. Me panting and thrusting, faster and faster, his fingers moving, faster and faster, as I thrust my hips up toward his pleasuring hand. Suddenly, it was my turn to shout as my orgasm came, waves of intense pleasure rippling through my pelvis, through my whole body. As I came back to earth, my father lay beside me and we stroked each others bodies gently and looked into each others eyes. After about 15 minutes, he whispered, "you'd better get back to your own bed now." We whispered our thanks to each other and I slept like a baby the rest of the night.

During my college time, I had several incredibly intense sexual encounters with my father. One of the times, he came to visit me by himself and we ended up in a hotel room together, where he finally filled me with his big, beautiful penis... but those are stories for another website.

I'm married with two kids now, but don't see my parents very often since we live on different coasts. As far as I know, my mother has never found out. I'm actually grateful for those experiences with my father, because I found out how a man *could* treat a woman, and after that, I didn't settle for less.

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