Shelly slowly lowered the zipper until it could go no farther. She then undid the button and pulled his fly apart to reveal some white boxer shorts. Her father could see she was unsure of what to do next. "Pull 'em off." He said hoarsely and then cleared his throat. Shelly grabbed the waistbands of both the shorts and jeans on either side of his hips and started pulling downward. Her father lifted his hips and they slid off. Shelly kept pulling down until they went over his feet and completely off. She pulled off his socks, too, and looked up. Her gaze slowly traveled over his calf, past his knees, up his legs and then stopped.
Daddy's cock was standing rigid. It bobbed slightly with his heartbeat and the head was swollen and purple. She realized her father had stopped finger banging her cunt and was slowly rubbing his hand up and down her pussy, between the lips and over her clit. That felt even better than his fingers inside her.
Shelly tentatively reached out and touched her father's penis. It was soft like Mark's, and not much longer. It was a lot thicker, though. She wrapped her hand around it and started to slowly move it up and down. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Raced through her head. This is sooo cool! She looked entranced as her hand moved up his shaft and the skin wrinkled and covered his head, then became smooth and shiny as her hand slid back down.
Daddy closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his daughter's hand playing with his tool. It had been a very long time since a hand besides his own had touched him like this. He found himself stroking her pussy in the same tempo as she moved her hand up and down his cock. I can't believe my baby is so fuckin' hot. I know I shouldn't be doin' this, but...Fuck it! Thoughts of guilt were quickly replaced by thoughts of passion.
"What else?" the question broke his daughter's trance?
"Huh?" she looked up at her father, her lids heavy.
"What else have you done to Mark?" Shelly didn't answer. Instead, she slowly lowered her head to his cock and put her lips around it. Her father let out a sigh as her hot mouth engulfed him. Even though Shelly had only done this once before, she was taking to it like a pro. Her mouth slid down the length of his shaft and her tongue ran along the underside of her father's cock. She almost got down to the root of his tool before coming back up. Daddy leaned his head back and closed his eyes as his daughter gave him possibly the best blowjob he'd ever had. It was a mixture of how much she wanted to please him, how incredibly horny she was and that she was trying out different things to see what pleased him that made it so good.
Shelly noticed her Daddy had placed one of his hands on the back of her head and would push down slower or faster at times. Every time he groaned or said "Oh, yeah" or "That's it, Baby, suck it" Shelly could feel herself get more and more turned on. It gave her a sense of power that she was able to please him so. She felt her Daddy raise his head and looked up at him to see if she was doing OK.
When Daddy looked down and saw his daughter's big eyes looking up at him and his cock sliding in and out of his mouth, he almost came. An idea sprung into his mind and he put his arm under her waist and lifted her up. The large recliner went back as her weight settled onto the back of the chair and Shelly ended up with one leg on either side of her father's head.
"Daddy? What are you doing?" she asked with some trepidation as he lifted her onto him.
