That was all I needed. The bubble of growing arousal popped and flowed through my body more intensely than the earlier one. My body convulsed and shuddered and I gripped my father’s arms tightly as I heard him grunt above me seemingly in the distance. Even as my orgasm began to wane, I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as the warmth of his release entered my body for the first time. He continued to gently rock his hips against me, only stopping once he fell onto me in exhaustion.
We lay together breathing heavily and, while I knew what we had done was wrong, I was happier than I had been in a while.
“That was amazing,” I finally said drowsily through my afterglow.
“Not really,” he said in his own thick voice.
I tensed feeling like I had been struck.
Dad sensed it and rose slightly to look down at me with a teasing smile. “This was great. But once you loosen up, then it’ll be amazing.”
Without thinking I asked, “Can we do it again?”
He leaned down and kissed me. “I warned you that you’d be hooked.”
I already knew that I was. But what I didn’t know until later was that he was, too.
After we caught our breath, he took his time showing me how much better sex could be. My pussy was still raw and hurt but he spent a good amount of time soothing me with his mouth and broad hands. He explored my body touching and tasting me and in the process he exposed me to areas of my own body that I didn’t know existed. What he did to me without the use of his cock made me feel like I had become a woman more than when his dick penetrated me for the first time taking my virginity. And when he finally slipped back into me, I immediately felt how great it was having him moving inside of me. He took his time fucking me gently in a few different positions before he finally put another load in me. By the time he pulled out and left me to get ready for work I had lost count of the number of orgasms he had pulled from me.
While I wouldn’t say we had become lovers, we were definitely fuck buddies. I had no illusion that we were going to run off together or anything like that and still went out and dated guys my own age. He was still my father, the man who gave me advice, chastised me, and took care of me. Only now he had another need of mine to pay attention to.
Most of our encounters were quick, happening in the mornings after my mom left for work before I had to leave for school when we were alone. Occasionally we had more time together on school holidays or weekends when Mom was out running errands or with friends. But no matter what, he was always attentive and made sure I had my orgasm before he did.
It wasn’t until a few weeks after graduation that things took a slight turn. I began feeling unwell and a few weeks later I missed my period.
“Are you serious?”
I looked down at the ground unable to meet my father’s eyes. “Yeah. I’m pregnant.”
Everything was silent for a few moments.
I knew I should have started taking birth control once it became apparent that we were going to continue having sex or asked him to use the stash of condoms in my nightstand, but all of that would have invited questions from my mother—his wife—that I couldn’t answer. And despite what my father and I were doing, I didn’t want to lie to her.