My Dad Got Caught by Kritik

When I was sixteen, I was still a virgin, but I had already learned how to get myself off. I had
listened to the brazen talk of the other girls at school and learned many things. My little
fingers served me well. I never fell asleep at night before relieving the daily tensions with
my fingers deep inside my slippery pussy.

I had never seen an adult cock because I had no attraction to the immature, but horny, boys
at school, finding their interest in me undesirable. On the other, I began having incestuous
fantasies and started to wonder what my daddy would be like as a lover. I amused myself
with daydreams about how his cock might feel inside my hot pussy. I’d lie in my own bed at
night and estimate how big his cock was and hold up fingers to judge my estimates of its
size. I had heard about oral sex and tried to see how many fingers I could put in my mouth
comfortably, vicariously pretending I was sucking off my daddy. My forbidden thoughts
simulated me and soon I’d feel the tingling between my legs. Then I would finger myself
until a warm, girlish climax would spread out across my body.

At times, if I moved about the house quietly, I could see my father changing in his bedroom,
or walking back from the bathroom, carelessly covering only part of his body. The few
good looks only fueled my interest in him. I had yet to see the object of my desires.

I found one day where my mom kept her vibrator. When I was left home alone, I would strip
down and play with it, each time getting bolder as it increased my excitement. I had to
replace the batteries, fearing mom would notice they had run down. Then it happened. I
rammed it deep into my pussy one afternoon in a moment of careless enthusiasm. What
pain! When I pulled it out, it was stained crimson with my virginal blood. I was frightened
by my deed. Carefully, I rinsed off every trace of my lost maidenhead and put a pad in my
panties to absorb any last drops of blood.

I was sore for a few days. I knew full well what had happened, but decided that I was still a
virgin because no man had penetrated my pussy. Hard cocks became more prominent in
my thoughts, driving me to find out more about my dad’s body.

My mom left one weekend to visit her younger sister who was going to have a baby, but
had been ill, needing help with her other children. I would be alone with my dad to take
care of me for a week or two. One night soon after she left, something woke me up.
Feeling thirsty, I decided to get a drink in the bathroom. Silently padding past my parent’s
bedroom on my way back, I noticed some heavy breathing and a few moans. Thinking my
dad was sick, I gently eased the door open and looked inside. I saw my daddy sitting
naked on the bed with his cock in one of his hands. Even from where I was standing in the
shadow of the door, I could tell that his penis was even bigger than I had imagined. It had
an impressive size. Silently I stood in the doorway, watching him stroke it slowly and
rhythmically. I felt the familiar tingling between my legs.

I edged forward so that I could see him clearly, even if he would see me if he looked
around. I did not really worry that he would turn and see me because he was all too busy
moving his hand up and down his cock and had his eyes locked on the flickering screen of
his TV. I could see he was watching a dirty movie about sex, but I was not interested about
what was on the screen. I was interested in daddy’s big penis.

I inserted fingers into my tight, slippery little pussy. I was now rubbing myself toward the
ecstasy of a wonderful climax. My whole body shook as my tickling made my little clit erupt
in a thrilling climax. Not yet satisfied, I continued my rubbing for many minutes with my
other hand clamped over my mouth so that I would not moan too loud. Then I kind of lost my
balance and fell back against the wall, making an audible thump. My father suddenly
looked around, and there I was with my nightgown pulled up around my waist and my nearly bare
pussy exposed for him to see.

“Oh shit!,” I mumbled. I stood up and let my nightie drop down.

Daddy did not appear to be angry at all. He looked directly into my eyes, as if to read my
innermost thoughts.

“Come over here, sweetie,” he said. “If you want to watch me so badly, you can stand right
next to me. I have something to show you, something that I am certain you wanted to see.”

Still ashamed, I slowly walked across the carpet and stood by him. He remained seated
on the edge of the bed. His cock lay swollen in its massive glory, displayed for my
inspection on his open palm. My eyes were drawn to its lewd veiny shaft and darker,
bulbous head.

“Is this what you wanted to see, Melissa?”

“Daddy, I-I’m… I’m sorry I was peeking… I… Uh…”

“But, Melissa, is this what you wanted to see? It’s okay, sweetie. Here, take a closer look
if you want.”

“Yes, daddy, I did want to see your penis.”

He gently tugged my hand and urged me to drop down on my knees to kneel on the floor in
front of him. His magnificent tool was right before my face. I looked at the large cock,
noting the slit on the end of the head, the thicket of pubic hair from which the thick shaft
grew, the fleshy sack that sagged under the burden of dad’s large testicles.

“Go ahead and touch it if you want.”

I tested the meaty pole with my finger tips, feeling the heat radiating from the hot flesh.

“Now go ahead and kiss it, sweetie,” he urged. “That would make daddy very happy.”

I looked up at his face, scarcely believing that I heard his words. He reached over and put
his hand behind my head, gently drawing my face closer to his cock.

“Go ahead, Melissa. Give it a nice big kiss.”

I leaned forward and gave the tip a quick little peck with my pursed lips. When I looked up,
dad smiled and nodded his head in approval. Becoming bolder, I leaned forward again.
This time I gave it a sloppy, wet kiss, letting my tongue dart out briefly.

“Now place the head inside your mouth,” daddy urged.

My mouth was soon wetly wrapped around his cock, and I was gripping it firmly with my
lips. I almost gagged when I put too much of the thick shaft in my mouth, but I didn’t care. I
was doing something with the cock I had dreamed about for so long.

“That’s so good, sweetie. You are helping your daddy so much and making him feel ever
so good. Just keep doing that.”

I understood that I was helping my father get off. I had no reluctance in servicing him and, at
his urging, started to suck his penis harder.

“I want to get off and come in your mouth, sweetie,” he told me. He explained that I was
giving him something called a “blow job.” I was surprised by that amusing name since I
was doing a lot of sucking and no blowing at all.

As I sucked on his cock, daddy slowly loosened and pulled off my nightie. He explained
that he would shoot a big load of his juices into my mouth when he climaxed. I wanted
to see that happen, but soon found out that experience would have to wait. After I’d been
sucking his penis for a while, dad eased his hard cock from my mouth, raised me up, and
lifted my slim body onto the bed. He settled down between my legs and touched my
slit delicately with his finger tips.

“Let me give you some pleasure too, sweetie,” he whispered softly. He told me he was
about to “go down” on me. I soon discovered that his term was very accurate.

Daddy lowered his head and began to suck on my pussy. His tongue flicked and probed
between the soft outer lips, making my whole body shake. He inserted a finger and
massaged the interior, running his finger deep into my vagina. He did not stop until I came
in an orgasm stronger than any I had given myself. Not finished with me yet, dad continued
to lick me, and probe deeply with his finger until it was deep within me. I felt a second and
third orgasm surge across my shaking, sweaty body.

“Oh daddy! That felt so good!” I moaned when I finally came out of the daze of that delightful
series of orgasms.

“I wanted you to enjoy that first before you took care of me. Now finish me off, Melissa
honey; suck me off and make me come in your mouth.”

As he rolled over onto his back, I rose and moved toward his cock. Squatting next to him, I
grasped his shaft and fondled it briefly before resuming my oral caresses. Dad moved his
legs apart as I lowered my head. When I sucked him, I let my hand fondle his scrotum,
feeling the balls, swollen with his semen. While I sucked and touched him, my mind
wandered briefly. I thought about my mom sucking him just like me. Then I thought about
this being the very same cock that penetrated my mom’s pussy to make me.

My attention was brought back to the blow job by my father’s increasing excitement, his
undulating hips and gasping. He was trying to push his cock deeper into my mouth as his
climax approached. I wanted to pay him back for the wonderful thrills he had brought to my
young body, so I was ready to do anything he asked.

“Oh god, sweetie, jerk me off a little with your hand while you suck me. I need to come so
bad now… real bad, honey.”

I wrapped my small hand around the thick shaft, resting them on the hairy base. I stroked
up and down while I sucked on him. I could tell by his gasping and moaning, increasing in
volume and intensity, that he would soon blow a load of semen into my mouth.

“Oh, god, yes!” he screamed.

A big jet of his gooey semen shot into my mouth. Before I had an opportunity to savor it,
another shot erupted from his throbbing cock. I began to swallow only to find my dad
quickly replenished each quantity of semen in my mouth. Bravely, I consumed his manly juices
until the flood abated, and I was able to enjoy the flavor and texture of his offering.

“Don’t waste any, sweetie. Suck it all out,” he begged weakly.

As I sucked my dad off, I milked his cock, feeling it gradually soften in my grip. Each drop
that emerged, I quickly licked off and swallowed. After a couple of minutes, I had it all and
lay down next to him, snuggling my naked body against his, draping a slim leg over his
muscular thigh.

“Daddy,” I confessed, “I’ve thought of being with you so many times, but I never believed it
would really happen. It was wonderful, more wonderful than I had imagined.”

“Sweetie, I dreamed of this too. This was a wish I never thought would be fulfilled. I saw
that you seemed to be looking at me rather often. You’re right, Melissa, it was just perfect.”

“Daddy, can we do more of this stuff while mommy is away?”

“Damned right we will, Melissa honey. We are going to do this a whole lot more! Why
don’t you just stay right here and sleep in this bed with me tonight.”

“Daddy, that sounds wonderful!”

He lifted the covers invitingly for me, and I eagerly slid underneath, not bothering to put my
nightie on. Dad slipped nakedly next to me. I fell asleep, thinking that this was my first
experience sleeping with a man. I woke up a few times during the night, a little confused to
be lying next to my dad, but quickly recalled how I got there, and fell back asleep with a
satisfied smile on my lips.

When I woke in the morning’s light, my dad was not there, but he soon appeared with a
couple of glasses of orange juice. I sat up in bed, not caring if my little breasts were
exposed for evaluation by his enthusiastic eyes. He sat next to me, and I snuggled against
his muscular, naked body, sipping my juice.

When we finished our juice, dad put the empty glasses on the nightstand and took me into
his arms. I lifted my face to his and our mouths locked together in deep, penetrating
kisses, which were made more thrilling my their wicked, incestuous nature.

His fingers found my hard nipples. He brushed them with his finger tips, now and then
squeezing the stiff nipples. I found that my dad’s nipples were likewise hard and teased
them with my fingers. Soon he lowered his head and sucked my breasts, making my pussy
tingle with pleasure. He did not just take the nipples into his mouth, but devoured huge
expanses of each breast, slobbering and licking me like an animal.

“Oh god, sweetie!” he gasped. “I have to eat your little pussy some more!”

I spread my legs apart inviting this touch. My father kissed his way down my smooth body
until his face was buried between my legs. Waves of pleasure surged across me as he
probed deep inside with tongue and fingers. He just went on and on, making me come
repeatedly. My juices flooded out dripped down the crack of my ass.

“Daddy, stop, please, I can’t take it any more,” I moaned finally.

He sat up between my legs and looked down at my wet cunt. I could see he was hard.

“Do you want me to give you a blow job again, daddy?”

“No, sweetie, I want to fuck you, but I am so afraid of hurting you. Maybe you know, it is
rather painful for a virgin girl to be fucked the first time. Maybe I should just have you suck
me off, okay?”

“Uhhhh… Daddy… I had a little accident a couple of weeks ago. Maybe it won’t hurt now if
you put your cock inside me. Why don’t you try it. Just do it slowly at first.”

He just stared at me. I could see he was wondering about that accident, but his erect
manhood had control of his mind. I spread my legs wider and rotated my pelvis, so he
could see my welcoming pussy smiling right up at him, inviting him to fuck me.

“You are probably going develop into a fine slut. Well, I don’t care because right now you
are my little slut. What was that accident?”

“I was playing with mommy’s vibrator when I was home alone. I got too excited because I
was thinking about you when I did it, daddy!”

“You are a little whore, but I don’t care. You are going to be my little whore.”

I sat up and kissed my dad passionately, greatly appreciating these words. Then I lay back
down and spread my legs around him, hooking him with my heels. He moved to cover me
with his body, brandishing his stiff tool in one hand and supporting himself with the other.

Pushing with his cock against my wet labia, I felt him slip partly inside me. Unbelievably, it
did not hurt in spite of the girth of his erection. I locked my legs more firmly around his
thighs and pulled him against me. With that lewd act, dad made a mighty thrust and buried
his full length inside my tight, slick vagina.

I scarcely had time to enjoy the stuffed feeling before he began to buck against me. I
quickly responded, rocking my hips in time with his fucking strokes.

The thrill of that first time overcame me, and I felt an orgasm building up inside of me. I
came hard, screaming in pleasure. My dad did not pause even though I lay quivering
beneath him, shivering with the energy of my orgasm. Soon, daddy came inside me. I
knew he was flooding my womb with his rich, fertile sperm. He collapsed on me, trying to
keep his weight on his elbows while I lay beneath him caressing his hard body, so thankful
of the pleasure he had brought me.

We stayed home that first day and spent most of the time in the bedroom. We showered
and ate together, because we found it hard to leave each other alone. I would
enthusiastically give him blowjobs, and he reciprocated by eating me out. Of course, we
fucked and fucked and fucked. We never got dressed and the sight of the other’s naked
flesh stimulated a new round of carnality. He would finger a nipple or caress my bare belly,
and I was ready to go again. We were all over each other like animals in heat.

The next day, our frenzy had abated somewhat. Now we were into slow, deliberate sex,
bringing each other gradually to thundering climaxes. We finally were motivated to wash
and change the sheets damp and stained with our sweat and love juices. We went out to
eat in a nice restaurant, knowing we would have to behave in public.

We now pampered ourselves, keeping up our strength and energy. About five days later,
my aunt delivered up a baby son, and mom called to let us know she would be home in
about a week. Dad and I, responding to the news enthusiastically on the telephone, were
looking at each other with sadly.

All good things had to end, or at least appear to end. By the time mom arrived home, we
had some degree of control back. Daddy and I went over the house carefully, making the
place look as if nothing extraordinary had passed.

We were very discrete. We would go out in the car and fuck in the back seat or wait until
my mom went out for a while. We had a few blankets down in the basement on which to
enjoy each other even if she was at home. We had our opportunities and, to be sure, we
never let them pass unused. This went on for two months, and my mom never had any idea
of what was occurring.

The time for another period came and passed, but nothing happened. I began to feel a
little odd in the mornings. One morning I threw up in the sink. My clothes seemed a bit
snug. I told daddy about it.

“Oh shit!” he said.