We went up to the bathroom, I gave dad a towel, and I grabbed a spare, and we stood drying ourselves. I tried not to look at dad's penis, but I did not try hard enough. He was still very hard, I had thought he might soften as the reality of what had happened struck home, but no. His balls seemed large, well, in my limited experience, and they hung below as if waiting to be called upon. Dad's foreskin was pulled slightly back revealing the end of his penis.
I shook my head and concentrated on drying. "Turn round dad, I'll do your back."
Dad turned away from me and I rubbed the towel over his shoulders, down his back, into his bottom and made sure he was dry. "Me now please" I said, turning my back to him.
He dried my shoulders, my back, the sides of my boobs and was especially particular in drying between my legs. The way I was feeling I thought that might be a fruitless task. Lord I felt wet down there. I took the two towels and went to my bedroom. I threw the quilt back and lay the two towels over the sheet. I put my arms out to dad and embraced him.
My breasts crushed against his chest, my arms around him, my hands pressing, my nails digging. His penis hard against my mons, his pulse ticking, his hands pulling my buttocks up, lifting me, holding me. I jumped up and put my legs around his back, his penis slipping home and filling me once more, oh my.
"Dad, yes dad," I whispered into his ear, "Yes dad, don't hold back dad, give me everything dad, I need you."
Dad flexed and his penis jerked inside me, nice, deep, but not satisfying, our position was wrong for that. I think dad realised and walked us to the bed, leaning forward he placed me on the bed, his penis still inside, but now he could move his hips, and oh my, he moved his hips.
He pressed hard in, the deepest anyone has ever been inside me, and then slowly he pulled back, the head of his penis recovering itself as it exited my chamber, hovering at my entrance, not in, but not out either. Then he pushed. Hard. My back arched and my mouth opened. My goodness, this felt animal, it was ritual, it was encompassing, my brain forgot to breathe, and my fanny pulsed an Argentinian Tango as if dad was the gaucho seeking my favours.
Dad held, pushing at my deep, and then he slowly, oh so excruciatingly slowly, pulled back, hovering at my edge, "I love you baby," he whispered and drove back in hard and started to shag me furiously, as if it were a race for survival, harder he went faster, his penis seeming deeper with every animal thrust.
I was gasping, a slap echoed around the room as dad crashed into my mons, sounding like a round of applause such was his speed. Air was getting into my lungs, but I didn't know how, my fingers were scratching at dad's back, and all the time the heavy rain beat added a percussion to our love.
"I can't stop baby," dad gasped and thrust harder and deeper and held it, his penis almost pushing me up the bed.
"You don't have to dad," I managed to gasp and I felt him finish, spurting inside me, filling my vagina, flooding my womb, and as that realisation struck home my body exploded, my orgasm letting go. Pleasure and pain, I couldn't differentiate, it shot from my groin, shooting to my toes, my fingers, my nipples, my ears, fireworks in my body, it mattered not who was laying in me, pressing me to the mattress, I had no idea where I was.
I relaxed. My spasms eased. Dad's penis slipped from me, oh how I hate that empty feeling, and he rolled to the side. I lay there. Legs apart, arms loosely by my side, semen dribbling from my vagina, my breath gasping.
Dad started to say something, I just said "hush", I wanted to savour the most wonderful orgasm that I had ever experienced. I lay there, memories of the jolts of pleasure and pain still with me. After my moment I turned and knelt over dad, bending down, I sucked his softening penis into my mouth and tasted us, our flavours combining to a salty nectar that eased across my tongue.
Dad's penis twitched and began firming. I pulled his foreskin down along his shaft with my hand, and revealed the end of his penis, red in colour and glistening with our juices. A drop of his white semen still at his opening. I licked that off and savoured some pure dad.
"Turn around baby," dad said, "I can't quite get to you."
I crossed my one leg over dad, so I was facing down, my boobs by his stomach, my fanny right above his face. I gently lowered myself until I could feel his breath on me. I shivered as his tongue touched me.
I ran my mouth loosely over his end and then up and down, like a soft shag. I could feel his penis jerk and jump as my tongue dabbed at his tiny hole, a tiny hole yes, but it delivered such pleasures. The pressure of his squirts taking me over the edge when he was inside me.
"Oooh yes dad," I managed as dad ran his tongue along my valley, his mouth sucking up behind it, my labia moved aside and then closing behind dad's tongue. My valley felt cold before dad's tongue visited, then warm as my lips closed over it. Dad found my clitoris, his tongue teasing it from its hiding place and then his teeth nibbled gently, turning my little switch to on. I didn't move. It was right there. I was on the edge. I could feel the tensing. Messages were building ready to be sent.
I knew the moment was here, my body about to again feel those intense pleasures tinged with pain. I leant down and sucked dad hard into my mouth, passing his penis over my tongue and down my throat, aiming him at my stomach I shagged him with my mouth, applying suction, almost a love bite as I moved.
My clitoris was demanding my focus, I could feel my nipples on my breasts, hard, pointing. My mouth trying to work on dad, but my body distracting me. Oh, here it came, and my back shot upwards, straightening, my mouth open, a large gasp, and the rivers of pleasure flowed from my clitoris, tremors throughout my body and my second orgasm flowed and consumed and I slumped down, dad's penis deep inside my throat, blocking my breathing. I didn't care. Dad started to shag my throat. His penis leaving my throat, letting in precious air, and then back in. His penis felt different in my mouth and my throat to how it felt in my vagina, and I much preferred vagina. I leant up and extricated dad's penis from my throat.
Dad went to say something, again, "hush dad," and I moved down, still facing his feet, and I lowered my fanny onto his penis, slowly, as slowly as I could, I surrounded and enveloped him. Dad was inside my vagina once more. I lifted my hips and felt his penis slide inside me, almost leaving, and then I dropped again, dad once more inside, his foreskin unfurling as I pressed down, his cockhead deep within me.
I kept a steady rhythm, rising and falling, the feeling of his skin moving inside me so erotic. I felt his hardness increase, his length seemed to grow, and he pushed up hard into me, his hands squeezing me, and he ejaculated, pulse after pulse of semen flooding me once more.
I eased back and rolled off dad, his penis leaving me with an obscene sounding gurgle that made me smile. I lay to his side, my arm loosely over him, my chest heaving as I took in much needed air.
This hadn't been what I expected when I asked dad to help me garden. No, this was much better.
