1. Fishing Trip


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Author: Mystic47, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    his side, his chest heaving for cool air and collapsed on half of my pillow. I turned to face him, out stomachs and groins pressed together, and kissed him again. I was drifting on bright euphoric clouds, I hadn't had an orgasm but it didn't matter. I was able to give my father my love and affection, that was satisfaction enough. He looked into my eyes then slipped a hand between my legs, feeling my cunt and the slick fluids seeping from me. He moved his fingers to the top of my crack and within seconds I was on another sexual journey. He was skillful, he was tender and he was bringing me to my peak by pressing and teasing my hot button. Dad slid two fingers across my clit for only a few moments before the lust inside me exploded into a flaring wild fire that enveloped my entire body. I cried out my pleasure as my legs vibrated and my hips humped against his hand. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tongue lashing kiss while my climax crashed through me as tidal waves of ecstasy. I melted like hot wax against his chest and allowed my body to go numb in the afterglow of what he had done. I had never experienced sex like that but I knew immediately I would again. He kissed my cheek then said “I can't stay here sweetheart, it's too crowded to sleep comfortably.” I smiled at my father, “Wasn't too crowded just a minute ago.” He pinched a nipple, causing another shudder to vibrate though me, “We weren’t sleeping.” I held him close again and teased “I love ...
    you daddy but I'm done with you, now get out of my bed.” He chuckled softly as he rose from my side and went back to his own narrow cot. He didn't bother to put up the quilt wall. I lay in the dark watching his profile as he slept. I don't know how long I laid there, trying to sleep but I couldn't, I could only think about how hot I got and how skillfully my father had brought me to a stunning orgasm. The longer I watched him, the longer I thought about him, the stronger my lust for him built again. He was on his back when I got up and went to him. I pulled the blanket down and inspected him as he slept. My dad is tall and slender, not skinny, but at 5'11 he weighed just under 200 pounds, much of that in broad powerful chest and shoulders. He doesn't have ripped abs but his tummy is toned, flat. All that was pleasing to look at but it was the junction of his thighs I was most interested in. The fresh memory of his erection doing its work in me made my blood bubble as I looked at the limp member lying slightly to the left over his nut sack. Even flaccid I liked the size and heft of the cock that had delivered me from him to my mother in a rush almost 20 years earlier. I sat across the sleeping man's lower legs and reached for my beginnings. I lifted his cock gently then bent over and kissed the head of it. I tasted myself on him and it turned me on even more so I parted my lips and pulled the tip of his cock between my teeth and began to lick it with my tongue tip. My heart was ...
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