A week together alone in the house.
That week when my bitch of a mother was playing golf in Portugal and my dad and I were at home together was the most wonderful of my life. We lived as man and wife. I looked after the house, did the cooking and his washing and ironing while he was at work and we slept together each of the five nights she was away.
We had become lovers the night she left. Dad had apologised to me for getting an erection when we danced together at his golf club and after I had said it was ok we had talked and talked and talked. We explained how we had been attracted to each other for some time and how recently that had become more intense. We went through almost endlessly how wrong it was and dad was so concerned that it would affect the rest of my life, possibly ruining it if anyone found out.
That first evening we were completely open and honest with each other discussing most aspects of our feelings, how desperately we wanted to express those sexually and the perils that lie ahead should it get out that a dad was fucking his daughter.
After dinner as we started to become lovers by kissing and fondling each other we had, of course, also covered how the future might be, particularly the short term with me leaving home for university in two weeks time. We had no answers to that or to the longer term issues so we agreed to 'park them and play everything by ear.'
And that's what we did during that marvellous week. We agreed not to talk about the future after the bitch's return and that we would live for the moment letting whatever was going to happen just happen. As he said one night.
"There's nothing we can do about the future," to which I replied, giggling.
"So let's fuck instead."
But that I had found out the very first night was not what we really did. It wasn't fucking like it had been with the three guys, well two boys and a man, I had been with previously, it was making love and until my father had me I had no idea whatsoever of the difference.
The first night after so much 'will we and won't we' discussion it was me that made it happen. In tears, having kissed and fondled each other to the point where my arousal was higher than I had experienced before and dad was fully erect he had got cold feet and wanted to stop. That was unthinkable and without further ado I had pulled my tee shirt off and was offering him not just my B cup breasts but my entire body as well. It worked and we went to his and her bedroom and we had sex.
We made love at precisely ten fifteen. I recalled noting the time on the alarm clock and thinking, 'I will remember that forever.' The sex wasn't anything special in technique, length or style, in fact it was quite straightforward. I had already taken my tee off and as we had kissed downstairs he'd removed my bra so in the bedroom there were only my jeans and panties to be removed along with all of his clothes. That didn't take long and marvellously quickly we were both naked lying on the bitch's and his bed.
I remember there being lots and lots of kissing as our bare bodies invigorated themselves against each other and as I marvelled at the thickness of my father's dick that I held and stroked in more of a reverential than lustful way. I was in awe of its beauty and him altogether. What had happened up to then that evening didn't seem possible. It was like a dream and lying there in his arms my youthfully slim body, pre-childbirth, but still full, B cup breasts and unshaved, bikini line only trimmed pussy all at his disposal I felt as if I was in ecstasy.
After a degree of attention to my breasts with his hands and mouth and my hardened, prominent nipples that he sucked so beautifully he rolled on top of me. Nestling between my legs that I opened for him I had those wonderful pre- penetration moments when the head of a man's cock presses against the wetness of the woman's labia gently easing them open. Our arms around each he was holding me tightly making me feel so wanted and secure as he whispered.
"Ok my darling," to which I replied.
"Yes daddy, yes I am so very, very ok."
Then, unlike the boys I had been with before he slowly and considerately eased his way inside me. Moving inexorably upwards I felt as though I was being filled, the word stuffed coming to mind as the wondrous sensations rushed through me. Once in as far as he could go and the pressure of his pubic bone was right onto my clit he stopped and again enquired.
"Ok Jay?"
"Mmmmm yes, it's lovely," I told him, running my hand through the hair on the back of his neck. Tentatively, as I was still not confident about my role in having sex with him, I slid my other hand down past his waist and nearly onto his buttocks that I was too shy to caress fully or squeeze as I wanted to do.
Then he started moving. Kissing the side of my face, my lips and then my shoulders he rhythmically started making wondrous love to me. Almost as soon as he started I began to cum I couldn't help it. Both the physical and emotional stimulations were and had been all evening so intense and extreme that my body seemed to explode, I started to cry and shake, almost convulse as wave after wave of such powerful feelings exploded inside my body and mind.
"Are you ok my darling?" he asked as he remained rigid after sliding as deeply into me as he could go.
"Yes, yes daddy, yes I am but it's so wonderful so marvellous," I babbled grabbing his face with both hands and planting little kisses all over it.
"Good are you near?"
"Yes more than that, I'm cumming."
"Oh baby, baby," he sighed sliding slowly almost all the way out just leaving the bulbous head of his cock snuggled between my lips and then surging quite quickly deep into me again. At the same time his hand gripped the cheek of my bum quite firmly and his mouth found my nipple.
All of that put me right over the top and my orgasm exploded. It was like nothing I had experienced before. Arching my back and squeezing my legs together as if trying to entrap his cock permanently in me, I may have screamed or perhaps grunted loudly and moaned at the pleasure he was giving me.
"Come on my darling, let go, cum for me, cum for daddy," he said, pumping his cock up and down inside me then holding it rigid as I reached the crescendo of my orgasm.
As I went over the peak of it and slowly came down the other side still with his gorgeous, pleasure giving cock rigid inside me I was shaking and shuddering as he held and kissed me whispering comforting words into my ear.
"Oh dad, oh daddy, oh my god," I groaned in amazement at the sheer extent and intensity of the sexual pleasure he was giving me.
We lay still as my climax subsided for a while only to then flare up again as the slightest movement by either of us moved his cock against the nerves ends inside my pussy to send more waves of stimulation through me.
"You didn't cum did you?" I asked him half knowing the answer.
"No my darling, but don't worry about me, there's plenty of time," he replied so caringly.
