A Winter's Night

NOTE: This is a FICTIONAL story.

By the time I turned eighteen. I had talked with friends about oral sex and wanted to try it. The only problem was the boys in my class were so immature. I wanted a man.

Now, you have to understand that I didn't purposefully seek out my father at this point. Instead, the thought happened to occur to me sometime later. My father was rather handsome for his then forty-seven years. I inherited his deep blue eyes and trim frame. Lucky for him, I also inherited my mother's breasts (though mine were still growing at the time) : round, firm, with large areolas and perky nipples, sized at a decent 36C as well as her deep auburn hair which he made sure everyone knew he loved. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, though it had started to grey by then. I loved to run my hands through it.

Anyway, on with the story. If you've ever lived in the northeast, you know that some winters are worse than others. The winter I was eighteen was one of the worst in a long time. My mother worked about a half hour from where we lived, just over the line into Massachusetts from New Hampshire. My grandmother lived in the town where she worked so, often, she would stop by and visit her mother, bringing her dinner or taking her shopping. If a bad storm hit, she had an extra suit that she kept there, as well as tolietries and the like so she could spend the night and not risk the icy roads home.

One night that year such an incident occured. It wasn't snowing in the morning, so my parents went off to work and I to school, By the afternoon, the little flurry that was predicted had been upgraded to a Nor'easter. Forecasts were then saying up to five feet of heavy wet snow in the next twelve hours.

My father and I both got home around the same time, four in the afternoon, and the snow had really just begun to fall. My mother called from work to say that she was going to spend the night at my grandmother's and my father agreed that was a good idea. 

We had a quiet evening, really. I shoveled for a while he cooked dinner. While I showered, he shoveled the driveway. Then he showered and I went into the living room to watch some TV. Around eleven, I went into his bedroom to kiss him goodnight. 

Afterwards, I went into my bedroom. Horny, I pulled out a small dildo (by this time, I had moved onto dildos, aquiring one at a store a friend and I went to that didn't care that we weren't eighteen) and started moving it in and out of my wet pussy. Until that moment, I hadn't ever thought of my father in a sexual way. Honestly, I couldn't tell you what suddenly suggested, in my mind, sex and him as a sexual being. Maybe it was the fact that I happened to notice a small bulge in his sweatpants when I leaned in to kiss him goodnight. Or maybe it was just that he was there, in the bedroom next to mine, alone, with a dick, while my mother was away for the night. 

Whatever the reason, the suggestion was there. 

I pulled the dildo from my pussy lips after my small orgasm and started to lick it clean. This was something I loved to do. I could practice, sort of, giving head the way I thought it would feel good and I got to taste my pussy juices, a huge turn-on for me.

My nipples were hard again by the time I finished and I wondered if my father was perhaps yanking his cock right now. I started to rub my clit with my fingers but it wasn't enough. I wanted the real thing and I wanted it now.

I stood and pulled on a pair of socks and silk pajama bottoms (I'd also found, by now, silk was much more to my liking against my sensitive skin). What could I say to him? What would I do? 

I came up with an excuse to go into his room pretty quickly. Admittedly, it was lame, but it worked. And he would believe it. Every so often, the heater in my room, our house being pretty old, would just stop working. If it did that tonight, even for a little while, it was likely I would freeze. His room was always warm. Without my mom there, I could sleep on her side. No harm done. I'd slept there all the time as a child.

I knocked and waited for him to answer. I heard some rustling of bedsheets and a muffled "come in." It was apparent from the way he was covering himself that he wasn't exactly decent. And the bulge present earlier had increased considerably in size, so that the clear form of a semi-erect penis was visible beneath the sheets.

I smiled. This was going to be easier than I expected.

"Daddy, my room is freezing. The heater must have turned off. Could I stay in here?"

His face registered some shock, probably from his current predicament. He swallowed hard and nodded, "yeah, sure." I guess he assumed that I would stay on my side. At that moment, I could also see the look of disappointment. He was probably thinking that he couldn't finish himself off...far be it from me to disappoint daddy.

He reached over and turned off the only light on, the lamp at his bedside. I climbed in beside him and initially sort of hugged my side of the bed. The door was still open and I could see, between that and the moonlight through the window, pretty clearly his hand resting on top of the blankets, directly above his hardened cock, every so often pulling at the head.

I could feel my pussy starting to sop again instantly. After a few moments, I feigned snoring and rolled over so I my chest brushed up against his arm. With little more movement, he would be able to feel by hardening nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. I nuzzled my body into the crook of his arm and he put his arm around me.

We've always been a rather affectionate family. Not necessarily more so than usual, but when I was younger, my father and I would cuddle on the couch. My mother still cuddles with me and there was always a lot of kissing and hugging, for one reason or another. So this sign of affection didn't really change anything.

I moved in closer, putting my arm on his chest. I could feel his heart beating just a little faster. Shifting my head so he couldn't see my face, I opened my eyes and watched as his dick grew a little harder beneath the sheets. This was turning him on! Which, in turn, was turning me on more. 

Keeping up with my ruse, I contined to fake snore every so often, throwing a sigh in sometimes, and making sure my breath was regular and deep. It was then that he slowly started to stroke my hair and back. I closed my eyes, worried that he'd realize that I was pretending, but obviously let him continue. After a few moments, I felt the tips of his fingers slide my shirt partially up my back to expose the skin there. I almost shied away from the tickling motion, but stopped myself. To reciprocate, I moved my hand a little lower down his body to his stomach.

Let me tell you, I was a little nervous by now. I wanted this, I did. But I didn't realize that he wanted it so much too. This was going to happen! I was finally going to fool around with someone!

His stomach fluttered at my touch and I kept moving, slowly, a little lower every so often. When I was just above his semi-erect cock, my hand still on his lower abdomen and on top of the sheet, he thrust his hips up. To my surprise, my hand was suddenly on my father's dick! I touched it a little, as if moving in my sleep, letting myself estimate its thickness. It seemed to be of a good length and it was still hardening. I wasn't quite positive if I'd be able to wrap my hand fully around it though.

I flattened my palm against him and he moaned loudly then I moved my hand back up, casually, as if I was completely oblivious to what had just happened. I moved further across his chest, bringing my head there too, so my arm was against his abdomen.

I felt him stick a finger in the waistband of my pajamas. I wondered if it shocked him to find that I wasn't wearing panties. He divulged a little deeper, caressing my cheek.

I looked up at him right then, my eyes wide open, smiling.

"Y-you're awake?" He ripped his hand from my pajamas.

"Yes." I needed to do something or he was going to draw completely away. Thinking quickly, I moved so that I straddled him. Wow. I was staddling my naked father, only a thin pair of silk PJs separated our hot bodies. I could instantly feel how my take-charge attitude and the sensation of the silk on his loins affected him. I rocked back and forth a little and he grabbed my hips, roughly.

"Emily, what do you think you're doing?" He growled.

"Daddy...I need this." I whispered.

"This is wrong. This is very very wrong." His body was saying something else completely and I forced my hips to move against him again. I thought I heard a soft moan. "You're eighteen...you don't even know what you're doing."

"No...you love me and I love you. It's okay." Of course, it wasn't. But I needed someone, something. Well, not something. I needed a long, hard, thick penis inside of me, in some orfice. I didn't even care where right now...I just wanted him, desperately, to put out this raging fire. "And I want you to be the one to teach me."

"No." His hands were no longer on my hips, but running up and down my sides, gently. He had started to move beneath me, readjusting himself so when I rocked, his length rubbed against the opening of my swollen pussy lips. "This is naughty, Emily." There was now a different look in his eyes. I would, looking back, call it a look of lust, though I didn't yet know that look. I smiled anyway.

"Yes, very naughty." He moaned again. This time, it was so soft I couldn't even hear him, all I could see was his lips parting and his eyes close as he turned his head. He was getting harder by the second and my longing was getting harder to contain.

"I-I'm going to have to do something about that..."

"No, daddy. I'll be good."

"You can't be good after the fact. The...damage...has already been done." He murmured, pushing me off of him. I knew what he was going to do right then and I wanted it, I really did. "Come here, Emily."

"Daddy, no...please..." I didn't really need to beg. But, somehow, it added to the excitement.

"I don't want to do this," he lied, taking me over his knees. His cock made a tent in the sheet that was still covering him. "But you left me no choice."

He pulled down my PJs and I squirmed a little. He rubbed my tight ass with the palm of his hand then pulled away for a minute. I wondered what he was doing, unable to look up at him. This had been part of my childhood, too. Spankings. They weren't painful, just a scare tactic really. And daddy was the only person to ever give them. Usually they were just heavier taps, standing up, but once or twice, after age ten, he'd have me lie over his lap to deliver the punishment. Now I knew why. 

I felt a wet or cold sensation against my ass then, I couldn't really tell which it was right at that moment. Then I felt the thing - something thin and long - enter my asshole. That was new! He pulled it back quickly and I realized it was his finger. For another second, he contemplated what to do next and I squirmed a little more. He stopped me then with a sharp slap against my cheeks. I yelped gently. It didn't hurt much, just a little sting. He wasn't doing it hard.

I could feel my clitoris aching to be touched and my cunt was convulsing. I wondered exactly how wet I was and how long it would be before he entered THAT with his finger.

This light spanking went on for a few more minutes. I could tell he was straining. His penis was rock hard against my side, pressed between me and his belly. I wanted to touch it, to kiss it. I wondered if he sensed my need for it.

He helped me sit up, though he was still kind of rough about it, which I didn't really mind. I saw a rather large spot of liquid where the head of his cock would've been. I questioned, then, if he had already 'cum', as they called it. I didn't know what that was and I knew I could 'cum' but it wasn't the same. 

My father kept my pants off and pushed me back on the bed. "You know that I only punish you because I love you."

"Yes daddy."

"I'm sorry I had to do that." He gently massaged my ass from the front, his hand between my legs. The feel of his arm rubbing up against my wet pussy was almost too much to take.

"Yes, I know, daddy. Me too, I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. Don't lie to me."

"No, I'm not sorry." He was forceful. I liked it. Normally, he was this laid back kind of guy who sat back and let my mom really deal with everything. He started to rub a little harder and I moved against his arm. He pulled back and I groaned, loudly.

"What, Emily, you liked that? You like having daddy spank you and touch you?" He thumbed my clit and I gasped. "You like that?"

For the first time, I realized that he had dropped the sheet. At seven inches, it wasn't anything I'd complain about. I slowly reached up to take it, as if a baby reaching for a toy. 

"Yes, Emily, touch daddy. That's right." He pulled his hand away, letting me take charge. "Mmm...yes." He leaned his head back and I started to stroke a little harder, gently pulling as I imagined earlier he would be doing to himself.

His knees buckled a little and he stopped me so he could sit down on the bed, having me stand before him. "Wait." I was about to start again. "Take off your shirt. I want to see my girl."

I took off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. He smiled and reached for my small nipples, squeezing gently. I stroked him harder and a little faster and he moaned. His body was straining, his hard penis close to his stomach now as it arched up.

I leaned down and he stopped touching me. I knew he was wondering what I was going to do. To his suprise, I touched the head of his hard cock with my tongue. That was my first taste of pre-cum. I kissed the tip, licking off some of the salty liquid, tasting my father. His hands went to the back of my head, one stroking my hair and the older gently holding my neck. 

I stretched my lips over his wide head and took just the head into my mouth. I moved my tongue across the tip and all around it. My father had stopped talking and, for the most part, stopped moving. The only thing I could hear was the sound of his deep breathing and my sucking.

I held onto the base and licked and sucked as if he were a lollipop. I started to move down on him a little further, loving the way daddy's large cock felt in my mouth. I've never really had much of a gag reflex, so I was able to take most of him in my mouth. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat and when that happened, he started thrusting his hips back and forth at me. I kissed and sucked more urgently and one hand reached down, instinctively, to caress his balls, which were now stirring with cum.

"Baby, I'm going to c-cum," he whispered, trying to pull back. I had heard of men cumming, the white fluid, but I didn't really know what it was. I kept sucking for a few more seconds before letting him come out of my mouth with a loud 'pop'.

He looked down at me, smiling, my face still close to his glistening cock. "Now you're being a good girl. C'mere, baby. Let me show you your reward." He smiled back and lifted me up onto his lap, pressing his cock between our bodies and rubbing it against my flat stomach.

He kissed me hard, his tongue going into my mouth and exploring the area there. Then he pushed me back onto the bunch of pillows. I felt him kiss down my chest and stomach and then pull away, completely. I sat up, but he gently pushed me back to the bed and slid a pillow beneath my hips.

I felt his hot breath along the inside of my thigh and I instinctively parted my legs.

"You are so beautiful, baby. So beautiful." I felt his finger circle my pussy lips. I had started growing hair a few years ago, but I had begun shaving, liking the feel of a bare pussy more when I masturbated. Daddy apparently liked it to. 

His finger moved between the crack in my pussy and found my swollen clit. He rubbed it hard and fast for a few seconds and I felt like I was going to cum right then, but he pulled away. I groaned. "Wait..." He said. In a moment, I felt something like I had never felt before. There was a warm, wet feeling between my legs. And my father was...slurping? I bucked as the tip of his tounge entered my steaming pussy hole and felt around, licking up along the side, drinking my juices. I started humping his mouth, back and forth, and he reached up to match our motions together.

His tongue felt so good and he began to drag it up and down the long slit, going from my ass all the way back up to my clit, circling the little nub and sucking on it, and then coming back down, licking and slurping the whole way. 

"Cum for me, honey..." He moaned and I was close. He was doing something to me that I had never felt before. I wanted, more than anything, to cum for my daddy. And I did, in a loud, long, crashing orgasm, my body shaking and convulsing with the feel of it. My first real orgasm, thanks to daddy.

"Yes, daddy! Oh, yess!" I cried. When I finished, I realized that he was now stroking furiously, close to his own orgasm just from eating me out. I smiled and obliged him, sitting on his chest and rubbing him furiously, working his cock like an expert compared to what I had known just hours before. One hand worked his shaft and head, my thumb and first to fingers rubbing, alternately, over the head, using his excessive pre-cum as lubricant. My other hand caressed and squeezed his balls. And then, finally, I felt his hands reach up and twist my nipples, enough to hurt and, at the same time, feel incredible, as he came all over my stomach and hands. "Aaaaahhhh, Emily!"

I snuggled in beside him to fall asleep after we had finished, my body laying on top of his and his cock gently resting between my spead legs, continuously up against my pussy as we slept. 

This was just the first of many times to come, stories that I hope to share with you in the future. We continued our sexual practices long throughout my college years and up until I married...though I still find myself dreaming of daddy sometimes when I'm with my husband.