I knelt there, looking down at my handiwork. My boobs looked like two little cupcakes covered in vanilla cream. I swirled my finger around in the cream, like a child wishing to sneak a taste from a birthday cake, and stuck my finger in my mouth. It had a slight and salty sour taste. I could get used to it I was sure.
I looked up at Dad and was met by one of the tenderest smiles I had ever seen. He put his hands around my upper arms and drew me toward him and back onto his lap. There was now no flannel barrier between us, and his penis had become more flaccid and malleable. He lowered his face to get a closer look at my boobs. Like my newfound sensations reassessing his cock, I think he was also feeling new sensations in regards to my body. He lowered his face onto my tits, licking off the sperm and flicking my nipples with his tongue until they became so hard and tight as to almost hurt.
The waves of pleasure passing through my body were intense, and it seemed like there was a one way passage of arousal that connected my nipples directly to my pussy, causing the juices to flow. As he was sucking my tits, his prick was beginning to wake up and harden again, until I realized my cunny was slipping and sliding up and down my Dad’s tool. When he finally stopped, we gazed deeply into the irises of each others’ eyes. I could have drowned in Dad’s eyes just then. The moment had come. There was no turning back. It was now or never.
I reached down in front of me and encircled his pulsing penis with my little fingers, guiding the tip to the lips of my cunt. It was jerking and jumping and convulsing with arousal as it tickled my labia and clit.
And I slowly began to descend upon it, pushing downward to engulf its engorgement. The look in my eyes was sudden and painful and I stopped and winced as it entered my vagina. I drew in a sharp breath.
Dad’s eyes seemed to wake to what was happening.
“Oh my God, Beth,” he whispered, “You’re a virgin?”
I couldn’t speak through the pain. I just quickly nodded my head and looked down at the slight trickle of blood on Dad’s balls.
“Oh my God, Honey, I’m so sorry!”
I quickly raised my eyes back to his in a stare of disbelief, and madly began to shake my head back and forth as if to say he had nothing to be sorry for. Then I wrapped my arms tightly around him as my body slid down his shaft to the hilt. Tears began to gush from my eyes as I sobbed convulsively through an overpowering emotion of happiness. I could not possibly have lost my virginity to anyone but Dad, the most wonderful, wonderful man I knew. I held him tightly, never wanting to let him go.
The initial stab of pain and subsequent soreness began to dissipate as I worked through my happy sobs and began to undulate to the natural rhythms of our bodies joined in one. As I was possibly the happiest girl in the world at that moment, I couldn’t help but smile broadly as I raised and lowered myself up and down Dad’s hard pole. I must have looked a sight for sore eyes, with my face covered in tears, and makeup smeared everywhere. I began to laugh with greater and greater abandon as I recklessly increased the tempo of our lovemaking.
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