Daddys Midnight Treat Pt 03

"Looks like I have a mess to clean up," Jen said, that teasing smile spreading across her face again.

I looked at her beautiful face and into her intoxicating eyes. "I don't regret a single thing," I replied. What just happened only deepened the love that I had for my daughter, but it had become a new thing and much more exciting than it was before we had each turned in for the evening.

Without much thought, I climbed fully onto her bed and scooted up so that I was above her, my hands on either side of her shoulders, her spread legs flanking my hips, and my half-hard cock pointing directly at her pussy.

I looked into her eyes and gazed deep into her soul. She looked back at me, waiting with anticipation and wonder at what I was doing.

After just a moment, I bent my head down and moved in to kiss her. Not only as a daughter, but as a young woman who had seriously sparked a desire and need for more of her essence.

Jen's eyes widened as my mouth found hers. My lips pressed against her own full, soft lips. A sensual kiss that started to rip open the door of passion once more. My tongue explored the contour of her upper lip, just barely making contact. Her eyes were half-closed as she melted into the kiss. I could hear and feel my daughter whimper into my mouth.

I stayed there for a moment longer, our lips locked in a lover's kiss, then I reluctantly pulled back. Jen's searched my face, unsure of what I was up to. I didn't respond, but only tried to count the gold flecks in her brown eyes.

When I didn't answer, she said, "Do that again."

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My father works at a private clinic as a physical therapist. He's not a body builder or anything, but he does like to keep in shape. Being a former athlete, working out is just part of his lifestyle. And, my goodness, does it show. My dad's short brown hair and green eyes compliment the rest of his physique. I'm not surprised that the guys I find myself attracted to usually end up closely resembling him. And boy, oh boy, did I like the bonus material I was seeing.

I looked up at my dad, surprised that he kissed me, but how wonderful it felt. Electricity still tingled through my face from feeling my dad's tongue on my lip and then exploring inside my mouth. The faint remnants of his cologne filled my nose and created a desire to be closer. My dad's strong, muscular body looked so big, as he balanced himself over me. My body looked even more petite and small in comparison. He was looking down at me to gauge my reaction to his kiss with eyes that were full of love and passion for his baby girl.

Finally, I thought, after so many times of sneaking into my parents' room to spy on my dad while he slept. My pussy would get so creamy sneaking in his room and seeing his bare, nicely shaped ass, with his ball sack nestled between his legs and resting on the sheets of his bed. Sometimes I would get to see his penis, but it was never hard in his sleep - at least when I was being a peeping tom. Oh, how I wished it were though.

My dad's body hair is just right -- not too much and just the right amount in the right places. I would get as close to him as I dared and lean into his body to breathe in his masculine, musky scent. My favorite was sniffing his crotch if it happened to be where I could get close enough. His pheromones would always cause sexual desire to course through my girl parts.

Once, his penis smelled like pussy, and I knew that he had fucked mom that night. I wanted him to fuck me instead. I would be so turned on that I'd put my hand in my soaked panties and rub my clit while lusting for my naked father lying right in front of me.

Thankfully, I never got caught doing that.

But now, with my dad fully naked and hovering over my half-naked body in my own bed, I was still surprised at how quickly things had progressed between us. My fantasies and wet dreams had started to come true. But I didn't want things to end quite yet; I wanted to savor every moment of what was happening between us.

My daddy's kiss melted me all over again. I wanted more, but he just stayed quiet and silent while searching my face for a reaction. My body was screaming for more of my dad's attention - more kissing and touching and groping each other. I was uncertain about why he had paused, so I said, "Do that again."

My lustful, brown eyes pleaded for him to repeat that passionate kiss. The words were barely out of my mouth before I reached up and hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. My dad needed no encouragement. Our lips locked in our second kiss, just as gentle as the first but quickly adding to our barely controlled passion.

I didn't wait for my dad's tongue to seek mine again. I darted my own soft, pink tongue against his lips. He parted them as I shoved my tongue deep into his open mouth. The hand around my dad's neck pulled his face hard against mine as our tongues started to dance and intertwine. Our gasps for air and moans into each other's mouths quietly filled the night's silence.

My whole body turned to fire. I felt my small nipples harden against my t-shirt, and the electricity from our make-out session went straight to my pussy, the moisture inside my vagina starting to build again. I could feel some of my juiciness seeping out between my flowered labia and making its way to my butthole. My toes curled and uncurled as I held my legs open to each side of my father's body.

We continued our passionate kissing, smashing our mouths together and devouring each other's lips and tongues. The heat coursing through me drove a need for me to be as close to my dad as possible. Instinctively, I moved my feet around to the base of my dad's back and used my leg muscles to pull his body directly down on top of me so that we were fully pressed together.

His hips easily complied to the pressure of my feet, and I felt my dad settle down against my inner thighs. My legs stayed wrapped around his body. In this position, I could feel my dad's semi-soft dick nestle into my gaping wet crevice; the length of his shaft perfectly lined up and laying in the channel separating my soft labia. My whole body shivered with pleasure. I moaned low and long into my father's mouth, more eagerly kissing him while his cock made subtle movements against my molten core and swollen clitoris.

Within moments, my dad rested most of the rest of his weight on my chest, keeping some of his weight balanced on his elbows with his arms bent and on the outside of my own. My pebble-hard nipples were making little tents in my t-shirt and his pecks were pressed down against them. My dad's body felt so good lying on top of me, and I felt so small and helpless under him. It was an amazing and comforting feeling.

We kissed and made out some more with my arms wrapped around his torso and stroking his back up and down, encouraging him to press his body even more against mine. The instinctual movement of his hips made my pussy quiver for more. The pedals of my slick labia massaged his cock head and shaft. I could tell that my slippery pussy was delivering wonderful sensations for my dad. His penis was starting to get hard again.

Then my dad lifted off my upper body. I was startled because I thought things were suddenly stopping, but quickly realized that wasn't the case. His hand started to roam over my upper body, sliding down my side to the hem of my t-shirt, and pushed it up my torso. I could feel a trail of tingling nerve endings in the wake of his fingertips traveling from my hip, up my belly, and bumping across my ribs.

The anticipation built quickly, and my body tensed up with desire to have my daddy's hand touch my boobs. He didn't keep me waiting. My chest swelled when his fingers met the curve of my breast, sliding around to the side while his thumb took up position on the opposite side. My dad used his strong fingers to cup and squeeze my breast, and I let out a pleasant sigh at this new sensation.

"Mmmmm, Dad," I whispered. "That feels nice."

Without stopping any of his movements, he responded, "Sweetheart, I love everything about you. I'm very glad you're enjoying this." My heart fluttered with his praise.

He bent down again to kiss my lips as his hand kneaded the firm but squishy flesh. I could feel his forefinger and thumb come together and pinch my hard, rose-pink nipple, gently smushing the sensitive nub and giving it a little twist. I moaned into his mouth again as the sensations made my body twist, and the pleasant thrill shot straight to my clit where my father's dick was still providing a pleasant pressure against the entire length of my oozing, open gash.

After another moment of making out, I felt my dad's mouth move away from mine and start planting kisses down my jaw line to my ear. Our passion and attraction for each other stirred fires of lust in both of us. My chest heaved from my deep breathing, a physical response to the amazing feelings my father was drawing out of me.

His hot breath puffed against my neck and ear, where he sucked the lobe into his mouth and gently nibbled on it. "Your body is so sexy and feels so nice, honey," he whispered. My eyes rolled back, and my body squirmed in response. Seconds later, he dragged his lips and tongue across my neck and down to my collarbone, sending another wave of gooseflesh spreading over my skin.

In a quick succession of feathery-wet kisses, my dad's lips travelled a direct line to my small, firm boobs. My back arched, raising my chest closer to his lips. Still squeezing one breast and pinching the pebbled nipple, his mouth came in contact with the swell of my other breast and started kissing its way to my aroused peak. I sucked a breath in through my teeth and let it out as a small groan when his mouth closed over my erect little teat. My chest heaved upwards just a little more to ensure contact with his lips.

Daddy suckled my nipple and flicked his tongue against the tip of it. "Oh, fuck," I sighed. The wonderful sensation of his attention on my young tit sent bolts of pleasure to my already heated loins. He kissed and licked my entire puffy areola and very gently nibbled on my aroused nip. "Ahhh, yes," I groaned. He lingered just a little longer, exploring and savoring my young flesh, then switched to the other side. My breasts were on fire at the change in sensations - the first being squeezed and pinched then devoured by his mouth, and the second being explored with lips and tongue, then teased and man-handled by his strong fingers.

The warmth of his saliva on my skin quickly cooled from his breath and chilled my sensitive nips. The brief temperature changes added to the thrill of having my daddy play with my boobs. I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head firmly into my chest. The sounds of kissing and sucking multiplied the moisture building in my pussy. Dad's penis was hard and rested heavy against the groove of my labia. His hips were still lightly thrusting along the ridge of my slit and creating a delicious friction against my rigid clitoris.

The need to fuck was reaching a boiling point and the thought of my dad's penis penetrating and filling my molten core had my body squirming with anticipation. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, and I tried to pull his hips down to rest against mine once more. But Daddy had other plans.

Not only did he resist my attempt to pull him back down on top of me, but he started to reposition his body further down toward the foot of the mattress. Anxiety spiked for just a moment, but then I felt his mouth begin to travel further south as well. His kisses landed on the swell of my breast, then the crease. He continued to move further down, planting more feathery kisses from side-to-side on my belly. I felt goosebumps wash over my torso as my dad lovingly tended to my body.

Each time he moved lower, my hope and lust grew. Many of my masturbation sessions included visions of my father's face buried between my thighs. In a flash, I realized that the very scenario I had built in my fantasy world was about to be possible in reality. "Ohmygod, yesss," I hissed.

I realized my dad was on a mission. His movements toward my pelvis happened with purpose and my well-lubricated puss clenched with anticipation. He moved to my middle and kissed my bellybutton, causing a little flutter when his tongue took a swipe against the knotted flesh. From there, he kissed straight toward my eager vulva. I planted my feet on the mattress and raised my hips, offering my pussy to my father's puckered lips.

Dad's face was nuzzled in my pubic hair, but didn't linger there. He inched toward my open, wet slice of heaven. "Mmmmm," he uttered. "Your scent ignites my primal desires, Jen." I felt a bit of my sweet nectar bubble out of my vagina and drip down to my asshole when he said that, so flattered and thrilled that I could be what my daddy wanted. Even what he needed.

I felt his mouth kiss my mons, just above the tip of where my labia joined together. I sucked in a breath as my legs and hips shuddered with excitement and anticipation. "Holy mother of mercy," Dad said. "I'm going to devour your little honey pot, sweetheart." My body shivered. I let out a moan in response and my hips bucked at his mouth, trying to jumpstart his cunnilingus. Instead, my dad started kissing down one side of my smooth, puffy-soft pussy lips.

Big, wet smooching sounds against my tender skin filled our shared space. His mouth and tongue alternated their stimulus of my labia and thigh crease. I could feel my hot box turn into a faucet as my sticky, natural lube flowed freely from my overheated center. "Holy fuck!" my dad whispered; his face was buried in my pussy. I'm sure the sight and scent of my vag being up close and very personal had his own body on overload. Yet, he seemed to have this deep well of restraint that was driving me crazy with desire.

I felt my daddy's mouth return to the top of my slit and start down the other side of my labia, repeating the kissing and licking of my sensitive flesh. "Oh my god, Daddy!" I gushed. "That feels so good!" My body twitched and bucked with every touch of my father's mouth. "I want you to eat my pussy. So...fucking...bad," I pleaded.

"Don't you worry, little princess. Your dad is very hungry," he managed to say between kisses. I bit my lip with excitement and eagerness.

When he reached my perineum, Dad flicked out his tongue and licked the sticky juices flowing down from my furnace. "MMMmmmm. Fuuuck," he moaned into my crotch. The sensations I felt were causing me to tremble like Jello, quivering with the need for more. My legs were getting tired from thrusting my hips into my dad's face. I needed to rest them but didn't want to lose contact.

Luckily, getting more comfortable was just what my dad wanted too. I felt his hand press down on my hip until my ass settle on the mattress. Then his hands moved to the back of both my thighs, lifting them up and spreading them apart. I could feel another surge of sticky fluid bubble from my unfurled folds. I felt so exposed and vulnerable in this position, nearly bent in half, with my dad's face only a breath away from my fully displayed crotch. But that feeling was quickly wiped away by a burst of pleasurable sensations when I felt my dad's tongue against my oozing wet slit.

My whole body vibrated in response to his tongue teasing my pussy. Starting at my perineum, his tongue pushed into the base of my cleft, spreading my labia and filling the void created at the entrance to my heated vagina. My father lingered there, letting the taste of my sweetmeat permeate his tastebuds.

"MMmmmmm," he groaned into my opening. The vibrations of his voice transmitted a particularly nice feeling throughout my vulva. A brief moment later, I felt his tongue drag against my slick crevice. The full width of its rough surface separated my pussy lips as he followed my canal toward my throbbing little bean.

"Ohmygod...oh shit...yes," I stammered. My hips worked independently to hump against my dad's face. I looked down between my spread legs and watched as his tongue journeyed up my parted labia. His tongue on my pussy felt even better than his fingers did just moments earlier. Zaps of electricity jolted my body when his lips settled around my erect, throbbing clitoris.

I had the compulsion to raise my hips again, but Daddy had essentially pinned me down; I could only wriggle my hips just a little. Lust flared in a new way within me. I didn't realize that being forcibly held in place could bring out such slutty desires. The idea of being a good girl for my naughty daddy was a wonderful life goal to consider now that our attraction to each other was out in the open.

Fuck this was going to be good!

Dad's mouth held still, wrapped around my sensitive, throbbing clit. My body trembled with anticipation while my nerve endings fired pleasure pulses through my groin, spreading out from there. I felt his tongue barely graze against it. Those pleasure pulses swelled immensely, and my response was a long grunt of approval, "UuuhhhHHHhhhhh." Randomly, my pervy brain wickedly wondered how many times he had made Mommy do the same thing.

His tongue repeated its assault on my hard little bean. Each flicker of pleasure another step forward in the march toward climax. I watched my dad's lips tighten and relax when he started to suck my clitoris into his mouth. The vacuum of pressure forcing blood into my already swollen gland was exquisite. Beyond his head, I could see his hips rocking back and forth as he humped his hard dick against my mattress. Seeing that made my pussy drool even more with need.

I wanted daddy's thick cock inside me and was determined to feel it stretch my vagina. For now, though, I was quite content with the oral attention he was giving me. Grunts and moans and sighs of approval continued to escape my mouth, acting as an escape valve for the sensations flooding my body. Plus, it was an audible confirmation to my dad for how well he was making his little girl feel.

My dad kept adding new twists to the way he was eating my pussy. He started to alternate flickering his tongue at my clit, then changed to circling my hard nub and sweeping across the tip or dipping down to my spread labia - kissing the soft flesh and lapping at my lubricating juices bubbling from deep inside me. I could tell he was really enjoying his first time eating out my pussy. His own grunts and groans confirmed his need and desire for me.

The randomness of his delightful attention spurred my lust and need for more.

"Fuck, daddy!" I groaned. "You certainly know what you're doing down there. Your tongue is driving me crazy!"

He briefly paused and looked back at me; his eyes consumed with sexual hunger. "I love knowing that, Jen." His head dropped down and his lips kissed my clit again, making me squirm. "Your sexy little puss tastes so good, sweetheart. Even better than mom's." My eyes widened at his confession, and I saw his lips curve into a smile. "That's right, hon. Your pussy is the best I've tasted. Ever!"

My heart soared. I was so happy that my dad was enjoying my body. The thrill of knowing how much he wanted me, and how much he savored me, was a boost to my self-confidence and ego - big time. I smiled back at him and said, "I don't really know what to say to that, Dad. But I'm glad that you like my pussy the way you do."

He grinned and replied, "Sweetheart, I'm already obsessed." Dad's face clouded slightly when he asked, "Our first time tonight won't be our last, will it?" His eyebrows arched with anticipation.

I was on a high from all that had happened so far. My heart was full of a new kind of love for my dad and my body was getting the satisfaction that it needed. But it wasn't fully safisfied. I wanted more.