(A Daughter’s Special Love)
Angela stood at the head of the casket holding on tightly to her dad’s trembling hand. She was so proud of her father’s indomitable courage. The long line of well-wishers saw only the pretense facade of determined acceptance enlightening the man’s face.
This daughter of a tender, sensitive, and passionate man knew her father was holding on to his nerves by only the thinnest of threads. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again.
Seeing tears welling in her father’s bloodshot eyes she squeezed his hand tighter. “Dad,” she whispered in his ear. “You know Mom would want you to be strong. Hang on a little longer and this wake will be over.”
Angela saw her father nod his head and dig into his reservoir of courage to find the strength to persevere a little while longer. She saw his eyes glance again at the shell of a body that once held the soul of his beloved wife of thirty years.
The inhumane, insidious ravages of breast cancer had destroyed Angela’s mother’s body. Like a carnivorous beast, the cancer had savagely eating away her flesh and had left only the skin and bone skeleton of a once vibrant and vigorous woman.
At long last the time came for family and friends to go home for the night. The funeral was set for two o’clock the next day. Angela and her husband linked their arms around her dad and helped him to their car.
Her father threw a glance back at the funeral home. “Oh Angela,” he wailed. “How can I leave her in that cold, dark place? Damnit, she should be alive and well and sleeping in my bed with me!”
With gentle persuasion, Angela managed to get her father into the car. The man spoke not a word all the way to his house. Tears dripped from his eyes as he stumbled up the steps to the cold, lifeless home that had once know love and joy.
As Angela took her father’s keys to open the door, she looked towards her husband. “Bob, I can’t leave Dad alone tonight,” she said. “Just go on home and you can come get me after breakfast tomorrow.”
“Angel, don’t you fret so much,” her father insisted. “I’ll be fine and if I’m not I’ll just give up and fix it so I can go on up to heaven to be with Beth.”
Angela’s husband took over. “Jonas, now don’t you say such foolish things,” he said. “Tomorrow will be a whole new day when things will get better. For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you.”
Turning away, Bob closed the door, and left the house. Jonas refused the food his daughter offered to fix. He headed for his bedroom and prepared for bed. This lonely, despondent man tossed and turned with restless bereavement. Sleep refused to offer its blessed oblivion of peace.
Angela, hoping her father would sleep, decided to take a quick bath so she wouldn’t have to in the morning. As she stepped from the tub and dried off, she realized she didn’t have any of her nightclothes here. Stepping into the darkened laundry room, she picked up the first garment she came to and slipped her arms into the sleeves.
Somehow the smell and feel of this article of clothing heightened and aroused her senses. Fumbling for a light switch, she flipped it on. Why, no wonder she felt comfortable it was one of her dad’s white cotton work shirts! Although it was a few sizes too big, Angela decided to keep it on for a nightshirt. Loving the sensual feel of the fabric against her nude skin, she left her bra and panties off.
After getting only one button fastened over her nicely-proportioned, 28 year old body, a startled cry from across the hallway drew Angela’s attention. Ignoring the remainder of the unsecured buttons, she raced to her father’s room, flipped on the bed lamp light switch, and worriedly beseeched, “Dad, please don’t cry!”
Sitting on the edge of his bed wearing only his pajama bottoms, Jonas opened his tearstained eyes and saw his daughter standing in the glaring glow of the bedroom lights. Despite his grief, and daughter or not, the young woman’s seductive allure took his mind away into a flight of the imagination. With her dark hair, man’s shirt, and slim legs, she reminded him of the sexy lady in his favorite country music video.
In the video, “Who’s Your Daddy?”, Toby Keith sings the title song while a woman strips off her clothes, takes a bubble bath, and then dances around in an elegant mansion clad in only a man’s shirt. While his wife had been sick, Jonas had often jacked-off his cunt-hungry cock with the dancing woman’s sexy striptease playing in his head.
Stepping closer, Angela had taken her father’s weary head and was cradling it against her busty bosom. “Please Dad,” she whispered consolingly. “You know Mom wouldn’t want you to hurt like this.”
Halfway believing himself to be a character in an imaginary video, Jonas’ arms involuntarily hugged the woman standing before him. Instinctively, his hands slipped under the tail of her nightshirt and settled on the firm, round cheeks of her ass. His bahis firmaları massaging fingertips telegraphed a message to his head which said, “God, she doesn’t have any panties on!”
Unconsciously, the fingers of one of Jonas’ hands parted this woman’s ass cheeks and began fingering her asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a backdoor entrance to her drippy wet cunt. “Oh Beth!” he wailed. “I’ve missed you so damn much! Honey, I haven’t had a piece of pussy in so, so long it hurts!”
Startled by her father’s abrupt actions and words, Angela was, at first, speechless. When a finger inserted itself into her asshole and another probed inside her pussy, she cried, “Dad, I’m not Beth, I’m not Mom!”
The probing fingers did not stop digging. Despite her shocking dismay, Angela reluctantly admitted to herself that her dad’s hands felt good as they massaged her ass skin. She had never had a finger inside her asshole before. This was a hypnotically new and pleasant sensation.
Another finger entered her pussy and then another and another. Dripping moisture flowed freely and coated the fingering intruders. Angela’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh that feels nice!” she moaned. “But Dad, I said I’m not Mom! Stop playing with my ass and pussy. I’m your daughter, I’m Angie!”
Ignoring protesting words, Jonas listened only to the melodious video music playing inside his mind. Moving his head slightly, he discovered that the woman’s nightshirt was nearly completely unbuttoned. Rooting around, his rutting head parted the garment and explored around inside where he found a pair of bosomy busts. Seemingly unaware of what he was doing, the man started kissing the braless breasts.
Switching his hands around, a couple of Jonas’ pussy-wet fingers entered the woman’s asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a home inside her moisturized cunt.
Angela felt at least two slippery fingers slip inside her asshole. Her own cunt-juice had lubricated the masculine digits which were digging into her as deep as they could. The fingers playing inside her pussy felt good, but the fingering intruders inside her ass were creating sensations she never knew existed.
Jonas’ mouth kissed both breasts with a comforting contentment. “Honey?” he asked with concern in his voice. “Have you done a self examination of your boobs today? A woman can never be too careful! If only I’d found those mammary lumps before they had gone too far, if only the disease had not been so aggressive, if only…!”
“Don’t worry, Baby,” he quickly added. “I will examine your breasts for you! And, since I don’t want to take any chances, I’ll give them a thorough oral investigation.”
Angela felt her father’s lips kissing every inch of her breasts. His flicking, licking tongue inflamed her tender flesh. The man’s tit-hungry mouth methodically explored her mountainous hills and the cleavage valley between them.
Knowing this was morally wrong Angela steeled her nerves and prepared to insist that her dad stop touching her so intimately. This thing happening now was not her father’s fault! Surely he didn’t know what he was doing. Her mom had been sick and unable to give sexual solace to her man for a long, long time. Yes, he was grieving, but he was also starving for sexual attention.
Angela knew plenty of ladies who would be especially willing and eager to give her father all the sexual attention he needed. He was a warm, loving, kind-hearted gentleman who would be able to get all the pussy he needed from women when the time was right.
This daughter of a sex-starved man knew in her heart that this was not the time and she was not the woman to respond to his carnal needs. She would tell him so, and she would tell him right now.
Just as Angela opened her mouth to speak her father’s lips closed over one of her swelling nipples. His vacuuming mouth sucked greedily and his teeth nipped at the nubby protrusion. Although this man was sucking and chewing a little too roughly, this woman realized she didn’t mind it at all. In fact, it felt very good indeed!
To add to her own sexual confusion, her father’s flittering fingers were aggressively playing inside her pussy and ass. Although he had big hands, Angela had never thought about the fact that her dad’s fingers were so unbelievably long. She could hardly believe just how far up her asshole and up into her cunt canal his dexterous digits were digging.
Jonas played in a loving, lust-filled daze. Without removing his fingers from their playtime holes, he used his head and teeth to maneuver the woman’s nightshirt over her shoulders. The flimsy garment slipped to the edge and then fell off her body. One button kept it from falling all the way to the floor.
Without her mind’s permission or consent, Angela’s hand flipped off the bedside lamp. Unconsciously, her trembling fingers flipped open the last secured shirt button. Silently, the shirt slithered to the carpeted bedroom floor. In the kaçak iddaa moonlight’s glimmering glow, this daughter of a man stood completely nude and exposed in front of her father.
Jonas’ eyes stared at the beauty bathed in brilliant moonlight. This man had not seen such glorious feminine splendor in years. He pulled the silky, soft female body against his rugged, muscular, masculine chest. Reluctantly, he removed his fingers from their hidey-hole homes.
Now freed from their pussy and ass entanglement, these fingers and hands freely explored the front side of the seductive female body which stood so close. Jonas used his hands to manually finish the breast examination he had started with his mouth and lips. Thankfully, his mauling massage found no hint of an abnormal lump.
With the woman making no protesting sounds, Jonas decided he might as well make a manual vaginal examination, too. Dripping moisture met his hands as he cupped the bushy mound. A protruding clit stiffened as he flicked it vigorously. The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole.
Angela was not sure if the events taking place right now were real or if they were some kind of fantasy dream. Imagination, dream, or whatever, she felt a sense of intense joy. Right or wrong, she was having a good time!
Entwining her hands into her father’s hair, she once again pulled his head against her busty busom. She loved the feel of his hot breaths blowing on her warm breast flesh. Before she knew what was happening, her dad’s mouth was again sucking on her nipples. Several fingers were again playing inside her pussy and a couple more wet ones were rammed up into her asshole again.
Angela’s tits, pussy, and ass tingled excitedly. Father or not, this virally masculine man was turning her on with his ravenous sexuality. His breast-kissing lips, his tit- sucking mouth, and his nipple-biting teeth made her skin quiver. The handful of fingers playing inside her pussy made her softly moan with pleasurable joy. Yet, the kicker to all this sexual merriment was the lust-inspired ecstasy of the magic fingers playing inside her asshole.
In her rational mind Angela knew she should not be giving in to the forbidden depravities of her father’s oral and manual manipulations. This was undeniably sinful, it was unbelievably wicked, and it was unforgivably immoral!
Yet, despite the wicked sinfulness and the depraved immorality, Angela made absolutely no attempt to stop her father from violating her further. Her sexual arousal had now been stimulated to the point where she knew she would let this man do anything he wanted to do with her! She gave in completely and allowed his mouth to continue suckling her breasts and his fingers to continue playing with her pussy and ass.
Just when her orgasmic fires began burning, Angela’s father withdrew his fingers from their welcoming holes. His lips stopped kissing and his mouth stopped sucking. He twisted her around with her nude back facing him while he studied her naked feminine form from behind. The moonlight’s glow illuminated the flawless flesh of this woman’s seductively arousing body.
With the instinctive mind of an experienced, mature woman, Angela came to a sudden conclusion. If she were any judge of the nature of men, then she knew without a doubt that her father was now removing the remainder of his clothing.
Proving the woman’s intuitive assumption to be correct, Jonas had indeed removed his clothing. Sitting there on the edge of his bed, he encircled the nude feminine body and pulled it back toward his naked flesh. Feeling warm vaginal moisture dripping on the head and shaft of his cock, he pushed the standing woman’s feet apart and forced her legs to open far enough so he could sit her in his lap.
Weak-kneed from impassioned arousal, Angela gave in to her father’s insistent pull. She sat back and slowly slid her body into the man’s lap. As she lowered herself she felt the head of a stiffened cock kissing the delicate wings of her inner pussy lips. These slippery lips kissed the cockhead right back and then spread themselves open in an invitation for carnal intimacy.
As Angela’s body settled into her dad’s lap, she felt her wet pussy swallowing his meaty erection. Her vaginal cavity had to stretch to accommodate the engorged girth and elongated length of the hardened cockshaft.
Unconsciously, Angela’s mind recalled hearing a secretive comment her mom had once made. It had something to do with the fact that her husband was “Well Endowed” in the penile department and any woman who dared attempt to accept it into her cunt had better have a pussy with plenty of elasticity.
The truth of her mother’s words was now being proved to her daughter. Fortunately, Angela discovered that her pussy met the elasticity requirements. Even so, her father’s penile penetrator was filling her cunt up so full she could hardly believe it!
Brawny, masculine hands reached under her ass then began kaçak bahis lifting and lowering her entire body. Like a bouncy-ball toy, the man began juggling her up and down. Her slippery pussy slid along his lubricated shaft with effortless ease.
Angela’s pussy muscles clamped around this elongated cockshaft and squeezed tightly. As frictional fires burned, her feminine body released a flood of vaginal moisture to add in penile penetration. Never, in all her years of sexual play, had a cock ever ventured so deeply into her welcoming womanhood.
Jonas felt the liquefied vaginal fluids coating his manhood with female fire. This woman’s tight, hot cunt stimulated his flesh and made the distended veins in his cock inflate even more. He swelling cockshaft gloried in the first piece of pussy flesh it had had in quite a while.
Constricting vaginal muscles squeezed and released this man’s hard, horny manhood in a tormenting, tantalizing seduction for orgasmic release. All hopes of making this pleasurable encounter last as long as possible were abandoned.
Jonas’ seminal cream bubbled and boiled within his testicle sack. He bounced the woman in his lap up and down more feverously. Unable to resist any longer, his cock summoned forth heated seminal fluids.
Incalculable numbers of pressurized sperm made their journey from their testicular home and joined their prostate semen-cream allies in an attempt to escape their horny imprisoned confinement. Together they entered this man’s urethral tube and began racing down its elongated length.
Groaning like a feral animal, Jonas allowed his cockshaft to spew forth the seminal escapees. These enthusiastic impregnators raced for an awaiting vaginal motherland. This pussy-hungry man began cumming ecstatically.
Angela had started cumming several minutes before. The sweet glories of orgasmic bliss enslaved her body and made it their servant. Squealing with girlish glee, she allowed the rapturous delights of the orgasms to sweep all thoughts of forbidden lusts away.
Just when she thought the ecstasy was ebbing, Angela’s vaginal cavity felt the pressure of her father’s erupting cum. The scorching, volcanic cream incited another storm of multiple orgasms. A stupor of euphoric joy robbed her of all her senses but the sense of pleasurable enchantment.
Jonas felt his erection being milked by a cock-hungry cunt. As the woman’s pussy squeezed relentlessly, his swollen meat released one last load of orgasmic cream. With elation overwhelming his mind, body, and soul, he allowed himself to be drained dry.
Sexually sated and satisfied, these two lovers slumped over and fell back on the bed. Paying no attention to the mess, Jonas climbed under the covers and pulled the woman in with him. Together, they cuddled and attempted to catch their breath. A couple of wayward drops of cum dripped from the man’s cock and fell on the clean sheet of the bed. A stream of cummy liquid leaked from the woman’s too-full pussy.
No reproachful words of self-condemnation came to either lustful lover’s mind. Jonas was comforted by remembering a promise he’d made to his dear wife before she departed her earthly form. He had pledged that he would make a place in his bed some day for another woman. Angela was comforted by knowing that her mother would probably understand her lonely widowed husband’s needs. Besides, hadn’t her own husband said to her dad earlier, “For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you”?
A few minutes before sleep claimed its hold over the weary lovers, Jonas unconsciously started playing with his daughter’s ass again. He dipped a little cum from her pussy, lubricated his finger, and inserted it into her asshole. He worked it around and around absentmindedly.
Angela made no objections. Instead, she began to wickedly wonder what it would feel like if a man were to ram his cock up her ass. “Would Dad do it to me?” she silently asked. Somewhere in a dark recess of her mind, she quietly answered herself with a wishful-thinking thought, “I wish he would!”
Sometime in the middle of the night, Angela awakened to the sound of running water. Her father was not in bed. Without buttoning it, she slipped on her makeshift man’s shirt nightgown and climbed out of bed.
Tiptoeing across the carpeted hallway, Angela peeked into the bathroom. There, in the glaring brilliance of florescent lights, stood her father peeing into the commode. He had not one stitch of clothing on. Yes, middle aged her dad might be, but the hard-muscled, masculine man was undeniably virally sexy!
Angela’s feminine instinct begged her eyes to examine the peeing cock in the man’s hand. She had heard that most men could not pee while having an erection. Such was not the case with her dad. The man’s big, work-hardened hand held an enormous chunk of rigid meat.
By her eyes’ estimate, Angela guessed that her dad’s cockshaft was about an inch wider in girth and two inches longer in length than any other she had ever had inside her pussy. She knew now why she had squealed like a virginal schoolgirl when he fucked her. This night she had discovered something new. When her father screwed her; size did matter!