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Subject: i n c e s t story: "DAD'S DARK HAIR" 36819
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DAD'S DARK HAIR
After a late-evening shower, my father always
curled up in his favorite chair, wearing his bath
robe, and read the evening paper. He would then
turn on the television and watch a few shows.
I used to look at his slim, muscular, hairy legs,
and wonder what it would feel like to run my hands
over those hairs, all the way up his thighs. I
wondered what it would feel like to move my
fingers across the warm skin of his hairy legs, up
to his thighs, and then between his legs to his
cock and balls. I wondered if his cock would get
hard at my touch.
I began sitting on the floor, close to his legs,
sometimes across the room, pretending to read a
book. Usually, though, I was looking at his
thighs, and at the short hem of his robe.
Sometimes, when he moved just the right way, I
could see big patches of dark hair and flesh
there.
I used to sit there and get excited, feeling a
burning in my crotch, wanting to see more.
Sometimes, I had to get up and go masturbate,
fingering myself to orgasm, visions of my father's
hairy legs and thighs in my head, fantasies of his
hairy cock exploding loads of cum into my mouth
and pussy.
One night, I decided that I was going to find out
what was there, that I was going to move very
close to him and touch his legs.
I sat close to him on the floor, my knee brushing
his feet, my arms occasionally coming into contact
with his calves. Then, all at once, I moved my arm
around his leg and leaned against him, my hand
holding on to his leg. It was a very innocent
position, and I leaned against his leg, letting my
hair and ears moved gently across the warm flesh
of his leg.
He reached down and stroked my hair. I moved my
hand up a little, then higher. I could feel the
hair beneath my fingers, and what it was doing to
me was unbelievable. I could feel the juices in my
pussy leaking out, falling on my robe wrapped
under my legs. If my father knew what I had been
thinking, he would have been shocked as hell.
I moved my hand farther up his leg to the spot
behind his knee. The skin there was warm and
smooth, and I could feel the heavy thigh muscle
just above that. I moved my hand farther up,
gently squeezing and massaging his leg as I went.
I pulled away, readjusting my position, and then
leaned against his leg again, this time putting my
hand nonchalantly on his thigh, right at the hem
of his terry-cloth robe. I moved my hand under the
hem of his robe and rubbed gently along his thigh.
Moving upward, the tip of my finger touched his
hairy ball-sac for just a second, and then I
pulled away.
He squirmed, and I could hear his heavy breathing.
As he squirmed, he had moved his balls into
contact with my fingers again. I pressed forward,
and this time, I kept my fingers in contact with
his balls, and moved my fingers back and forth,
gently. His balls were amazing, with the skin so
soft and pliable and smooth, yet the coarse, thick
hair jutted out in all directions, brushing
against my searching, playful fingers.
"Oh, Becky," he said.
That was all the messages I needed. I moved my
fingers higher, and came into contact with his
hard, fat cock. The skin was smooth and hot, while
the thing itself was hard as a steel rod.
I moved my hand further up, gently, feeling the
veins that ran close to the surface of the skin.
His cock was hot, and it throbbed with his
heartbeat, seemingly with a life of its own.
I reached the edge of the head of it then, and I
could feel the ridge where the head began. Beneath
the foreskin, the head felt like a large, bulbous
balloon, jerking and throbbing. Then, I reached
the tip, where the head was poking out a little
way. On the very tip, there was a sticky, slimy
little drop of something, which I smeared around
the tip of the head, which roused a small moan
from my father.
I wrapped my hand around the stiff rod, close to
the head. I loved the way it throbbed, and I
reached down with my other hand and gently touched
my clitoris.
I came, just from the one touch, the excitement of
having touched Dad's cock just sending thrills all
over me.
I caressed his cock, stroking it, moving my hand
all the way down and then all the way back up a
couple of times.
He moaned again, and I speeded up. I could feel
his legs quivering and jumping around, and then,
all of a sudden, there was a spasm in his stomach
and his cock moved, getting harder. He moaned
really loud, and my hand was filled with hot fluid
that shot out of his cock and ran down to my hand.
Dad had come in my hand.
I let go of his cock and sat in his lap, moving
his robe aside, looking at the hard, sticky cock I
had just stroked off. I moved the hem of my robe
aside, and I was sitting right on his balls and
cock, which were now pressing against my wet pussy
and asshole. I could feel his cock throbbing
beneath me, and I shifted, allowing it to poke out
between my legs. I turned to him, lifting myself
up, and let his cock probe at the entrance to my
wet cunt.
I lowered myself on it slowly, feeling the
throbbing shaft enter me, filling my wet, hot
pussy with hard, hot flesh. I continued lowering
myself, till I could feel his balls against my
ass, his pubes against my cunt lips. He was all
the way in.
He reached behind me and touched my ass cheeks,
lifting up, then, as his cock nearly cleared my
cunt, he let me down on his cock again. We kept
this up, fucking slowly, for a few minutes. The
feel of his cock rubbing against my clitoris in
that position made me suddenly jerk and cum, and I
squirmed around on his lap, feeling the sticky
juices drip out of me and onto his balls.
Then he began to lift me up faster and faster, and
I helped him, lifting my body off his, then
letting myself fall on his hard dick. I could feel
it throb and jerk inside me, and then, my pussy
was flooded with hot cum as he shot his load deep
inside me. It jerked again and again, and I was
filled with hot cum.
We sat there, his hard dick still inside me.
"Did you like that, Dad?" I asked.
He wrapped his arms firmly around me and pressed
my body to his tightly, seeking out my lips with
his. That was all the answer I needed.
--- Rebecca M., Boston, MA
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