No Words Needed 3

********* all characters are above 18 and have engaged in these acts with consent.*****

Oh god, pardon me. But god do I miss it, I miss those sexy, beautiful nights when he would engulf me, in the warmth of his embrace my worries would slip away like sand. The smell of his cigarettes brought me home. I still breathe it in every time I think about my love, my life, my everything. I still remember clearly the first time, it was an afternoon in the harsh summer of July.

***flashback***

It was the summer after I had turned 21. It was a Friday and we were supposed to help me move out for college. We were almost done packing and my suitcases were being loaded by dad in the boot when I heard my mom call me down as we were running out of time. We were supposed to drive in the fortuner car as there was a lot of luggage even the front of the car was loaded with baskets and the mattress. It was kept in a sleeping position on its longer side and blocked the driver from peeking at the back. Summers in Delhi can be extremely harsh and the only way to escape it is to be in air condition 24 7, a habit I could not rid myself of ever. The only person who could drive in my family was my mother and I could too but she refrained me from doing so that afternoon.

"Betty come over, we need to go...okay so make room for yourselves everyone.'' I could hear my mother declare as I was searching the back. Only one side of the seat at the back was empty, and there was no way we could squeeze in at the back unless I could adjust myself on daddy's lap. Dad was a strong man, muscular enough to tackle down an entire group of goons at once and he himself had a tall build and required significant space. S for myself, I am not that slick so to say, I weigh 82 kgs and was relatively shorter,

"Dad you think we could squeeze in at the back, you think you can tolerate me on your lap."

"What do you mean tolerant? I gave birth to you, if I can't carry you then who can?"

"Ya ya whatever" he had his ways of declaring this time and again and this to him seemed like a perfect opportunity.

So we got in at the back, my dad first and then me on him, wearing my shirt dress which stopped right above my knees and hot pink panties and matching bra. After a while mom got in and we drove with rock music blasting in the car.

We knew for a fact that we had to stop at certain intervals as my mom had a bladder smaller than babies.

The ride was going good so far and dad felt quite cosy, he was this big man and we seemed to fit. At regular intervals he would ask me if I am okay and adjust himself. Halfway through the journey I started noticing us differently this time. Dad was looking outside listening to music, his hands nonchalantly on my thighs, our legs intertwined like vines and for some reason it felt heavenly, I couldn't help but feel that my ass was right above his penis. This did not but feel weird at all, I mean I had caught my parents having sex endless amount of times and this penis that had fucked my mother was right below me now, and I felt purely joyous. As I continued to think about it, my mind started wondering what a penis was, how it looked, how it felt. Even though I was 21 now I was still a total virgin, I had not even had my first kiss yet. How does a penis look? How does it work? What exactly happens with it? My trail of thoughts took me to dad's dick and how it was, how that felt. And I couldn't help but feel that sitting here I wish I could feel it.

The road was bumpy and we had jerked enough times for me to feel his penis but not in a sexual way, I wanted to feel it sexually, I wanted daddy inside me, I wanted him to fuck me like a child. The more I thought about it, the hotter I noticed I was becoming and there was a pressure forming in my stomach, like I was gonna explode. To distract myself I repositioned myself to my side, now my back was towards the door and the side frame was leaning on him, much better than I thought it would be, but instead no, my urge to jump on him became much stronger. Do you think he'll do something if I lead on? I thought, I looked at him, he was looking outside quietly, unusual for a chatterbox like him. Nevertheless, whatever would happen dad and I were very close. We would sort it out but right now I needed him. My heart was racing, this man who I called my father had overpowered me in some way to think about him as my lover. Leading on wouldn't be easy, I had to disentangle this web to find out the one key factor that we needed right now. I kept on looking out of the window at both of us, no one uttering a word pretending to listen to my over energetic and chatty mother over the radio.

"I need to stop, I gotta use the washroom."

We came to a halt after a while near a gas station and mom left, we were still sitting silent. Slowly I turned my face to look at him, still looking outside. Slowly I observed his features, his jawline, tanned skin, his hands that had become coarse over the years, his chest, his built, and slowly my eyes set on his lips, the two sets of lips that I was suddenly aching for. I imagined those soft, sensual lips and kept on looking at them, and slowly our eyes met. It was almost as if I could feel his desire for me overtaking his senses, maybe he wanted what I wanted too. But I knew my father, he was a true gentleman I ever sensed, now I knew I had to take the matter in my own hands. So I did. Slowly my hands started making their way toward his chest with my lustful eyes set on his lips, and his love filled eyes on me, cupping his face I leaned in, "Guju, you know we can't"

"Shhhh...no, we can, it's what we both want, no we can only if we want to, now kiss me, just kiss me, give us what we desire, let me in now," I looked and felt like the hopelessly romantic heroines dying for the hero. And I was glad that this was my hero, then slowly I connected our lips, my heart fluttered and my head spinned, I felt butterflies in my stomach and a different kind of energy I had never felt before. He kissed back, his hands grasping me by the waist, roaming around and loving and kissing me endlessly, we melted in our mouths, I opened my mouth letting him in, our tongues collided dancing with each other, my hands went around his neck our heads dancing from side to side, noses colliding, elevating to a trans like state, the both of us, we went on kissing with me straddling him, breathless I pulled away. Just then I heard my mother open the car door and get in, fuck had she seen us? Immediately we started pretending like we were arranging ourselves. I once again sideways and mom started driving, maybe she didn't notice us.

Now we were more excited, at least. Slowly I started getting a little closer to him, making sure that mom's view was blocked, with the mattress she could hardly see the top of my head, forget the rest. Sat on my daddy's lap I intertwined our hands, slowly started straddling him, then I opened my legs to allow him entry, buy I knew my father, he wouldn't do anythings, so reaching for my panties I took them off, pulled them down to my ankles, and spread my legs as wide as I could in that space, his hands still wouldn't budge, so I took his hands and placed them on my pussy, slowly I started to press his hands against my clit and ohhh,, how good that felt.

"Why don't you do something dad? If there isn't enough space I could move a little, you just need to let me sit properly" I said.

"Are you sure about this?" "I am."

With that slowly very gently he started moving his fingers against the whole of my cunt, touching everything, teasing me before the real show, he slowly started circling my clit, somehow psychically knowing how good it felt, all the while I kept on making eye contact with him, my back arched, my mouth opened in an 'o' shape with lust filled eyes looking at him, his hands moved to my back,

"Do you wanna sit with your back towards me? I think that is better."

So I moved and did so and leaned into him, moving my head to one side, he held me from one hand, then started circling my hole, it took me to another level and y anticipation was now on the peak and he could see how much I liked that, so he did that for a while, then slowly started pushing his fingers inside me, little by little, meanwhile I tried to keep my face straight,

"Keep your face straight, take care of what will happen upstairs, I am busy downstairs." very lightly he whispered in my ear. He pushed two of his fingers further in me and started pumping me, my bottom visibly moving, and head stone still. Now with his other hand he started he started pressing my very sensitive nipples and the pressure in my stomach was rising, he hit a spot and my hips gained rhythm and somewhere in this I felt a 'something' the peak of my sex, it made me feel like I couldn't go any farther as if I wanted to stop, but he kept on going and a while into this I came, clean around his fingers, for 30 seconds straight. My first orgasm, so powerful so lovely with the love of my life.