f****y Loving, The day I gave my Dad a hand-job. - Sex Stories

f****y Loving, The day I gave my Dad a hand-job.

... it so, and as I knocked and went in, I called out, and heard daddy reply from the toilet, he was showering. I went back to his balcony and from there I could see them both eating and talking, 'Can you see them'? I turned to see daddy all wet with a towel around his midriff. 'Yes' I said, and nodded my head at the same time. 'I also saw him grope her when they met', I added, and dads face fell when I confronted him about it. 'He's an old friend of mums', he said in her defence. 'Friend daddy, or Lover', I demanded? He laughed, I think he was amazed at how adult I had suddenly become. 'There is something I think you should know Mariel', he paused then said, 'your mother and I are 'Swingers''. I looked at him confused, 'Swingers' to me, were something to do with music and dancing. Dad explained what it really meant, and by the time he had finished, I realized my mother was a border-line nymphomaniac, perhaps helping to explain my own unnatural urges, which at that very moment, were focused on my fathers taut stomach muscles, and what my eyes could not see, directly under the waist towelling, right now I wanted to see and feel my fathers cock, that's why I got up and went over t him and took hold of the towel. Daddy stood rigid, scared to move as I tugged it open and stared down at his thick cock, as it rose to meet my gaze. 'What are you doing Mariel', he asked my throatily, 'I want to look at it', I said, equally aroused? Daddy said nothing, he stood silently as I pondered ...

... over his cock. 'I want to touch it', I said as I reached in and took him in my hand, the towel dropping to the floor around his ankles. I looked at his face but his eyes were closed, as my hand slid along his shaft and my fingers tickled the bulbous head, now a deep purplish colour, the thick venous veins pulsing his bl**d to full erection, as I gripped him tighter in my fist, my hands white against his dark skinned cock. I wanked my daddy and he stood wavering and gasping, his breath was sporadic and his knees buckling, the time was right, and I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and stood naked alongside him, brushing his cock against my naked flesh, never stopping my caressing, my nipples pumped-up and rubbery, as I used them to titillate his cock head, 'Lets go into the bathroom daddy', and I pulled him after me, now he saw me in my womanhood, as naked as mum when he fucked her. I stopped in front of the wash basin and studied our bodies in close proximity, in the mirror, allowing daddy to press hard against my back, feeling his cock against my buttocks, I was positioning myself for a fuck, I was wet enough to take it into myself, and as daddy moved against my bum cheeks, I let his cock head go lower and lower as it slid freely between them, only when he was hanging-up on my protruding anal opening, did I reach back and bring him alongside my and start to wanking him proper. He roared like a lion, as semen shot out and hit the porcelain with f***e, not once or twice, but three ...