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I stopped moving my hand, instead just resting it on his softening penis. It still felt extremely hot to my touch, despite being insulated by his pants. His body kept trembling for a long time, sporadically. I wasn't exactly surprised, yet it was a shock to me just how much my own arousal had increased from doing this to my dad. It was way hotter than I could have ever imagined.

Finally looking away from my dad's face, I glanced at his crotch. My eyebrows shot up into my forehead. There was an enormous wet spot on his pants, centered right where the tip of his penis had been when I made him finish. The wet circle was about eight inches across. It almost stretched from hip to hip.

Still keeping my fingers wrapped around his shaft, I snuggled my way closer to him and laid my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating rapidly within. He finally wrapped an arm around me and hugged me closer. Mmmm. I felt wonderful. I had just give my father an orgasm for the first time and it made me shudder in excitement.

Sleep started pulling me under. I was exhausted. But I had finally gotten my wish.

[Release.]

My body was moving gently when I woke up. And something warm was touching my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. As my eyes fluttered open, I felt a spike of pleasure in my right nipple. The onslaught made me whimper. Turning my head and blinking away my sleep, I stared at the source of pleasure. My father was lying on his side and had his hand under my shirt, massaging my breast. I was breathing heavily.

"Mmmm," I made a soft noise and his eyes turned toward mine. He didn't pull his hand away when he saw that I was awake. I felt his fingers continuing their caress of my tit, his thumb rubbing over my nipple again and again. Warmth flooded my entire body and my vagina was already prickling with a pulsing heat.

"Give me an orgasm, daddy," I whimpered. Then I held my breath, steeling myself for his response. Too many times, he had started this and never let me have my release.

Finally, he nodded at me and whispered, "Just this once."

I couldn't help but smile at him. I was beaming, truly. His thumb brushed over top of my nipple once more and my smile turned into a gasping moan. Oh lord that felt good! Reaching my hands down, I took hold of my shirt and started pulling it up my body. His hand on my boob froze, his fingers gripping it as he watched me lift my shirt over my head. Pulling my blonde hair through the opening, I tossed it over the side of the bed.

When I looked at my dad again, he was gaping at my naked chest. Glancing down, I saw his hand clamped around my right breast. Shifting my hips just so, I nudged him to try to break his trance. My thigh pressed between his legs and I felt his very stiff erection. I moved my leg a little, rubbing it along his penis. That did it.

"Oh god," he whispered. Then his hand on my tit started kneading my flesh again.

Closing my eyes, I sank into the warm ecstasy his attentions were creating within me. He spent another minute on my breast and then slid his hand over to my other breast. His fingers surrounded my nipple in a little circle and then I felt him pinch them together, clamping onto my nipple and gently tugging upward. The thrill of sensation made my body shudder. He loosened his grip and then repeated the same technique on my nipple several times in a row. Each time sent new waves of tingles down across my stomach and into my crotch.

"Oh daddy," I whimpered, squirming beside him. His caresses were driving me crazy.

My dad's hand slid down my boob finally and then I felt him slowly making his way down my body. When his fingers danced down my belly, I gasped. His touch was light. If I hadn't been so aroused, it would have tickled. Instead, it made my body shiver with excitement. He played his fingertips all over my stomach, making me moan and gasp.

When his hand bumped into the thick elastic waist of my pants, I gasped again in anticipation. I felt his fingers slide along it all the way across my pelvis. It gave me a full body shudder. He moved to the center once more and then he pushed his hand underneath the elastic. My skin was extremely sensitive there and I felt his fingers slide along it, moving down toward my crotch. I was gasping for air.

Just then, daddy shifted and I felt his face move closer to mine. Then his lips pressed against the side of my neck and I cried out, partly from shock but mostly from the pleasure it elicited. I felt his lips open and close against my skin. In the next instant, my father's hand slid down between my legs. His fingers got tangled in my labia and then he started massaging my vagina. His rolling movement put pressure on my clitoris as he mashed my lips down against it.

My arm moved instinctively and I reached over and grabbed hold of his side, squeezing him. He continued to kiss my neck while his hand diddled my crotch. Breathing heavily, I whispered, "That's it... just like that, daddy. That's going to push me--OH!"

One of his fingers pressed in between my lips, parting them, and suddenly he flicked it up across my clit. At the same time, I felt his tongue start lapping at the side of my neck. Craning my head away from him to give him access to more skin, I started moaning. His finger was rubbing my clit directly, back and forth. The jolts of pleasure that created were insane. It dawned on me that I hadn't had an orgasm in a long time. How long had it been since I had given in and masturbated while thinking of my father that night?

"DADDY!" I cried out, unable to keep my voice down. He was diddling my clit faster, pressing down a little harder.

His mouth started kissing down my neck to my naked shoulder. It felt good to be kissed there, too. But he didn't linger there. His finger started rolling my clit in circles. I was gasping from that. Then his mouth worked its way down onto my chest, leaving a wet trail in its wake. When he reached the base of my left breast, I felt my muscles starting to tense up all over my body. The pleasure was extreme. He kept rolling his finger against my clitoris, gently mashing it as he stimulated it. Round and round his finger moved. I felt like my orgasm was lying just beneath the surface of my skin and he had ahold of it like a magnet. Every concentric roll of his finger brought it that much closer.

My muscles continued to tighten everywhere. My grip on my dad's side squeezed harder. Just then, his mouth slid up on top of my tit and I felt his lips surround my nipple. When his tongue started swatting at it, my body convulsed violently. Pleasure exploded from head to toe, filling every crevice of skin with a tingling, prickling rush of sensation. He continued working my clit with his fingertip. And there it was. I felt it rushing up from within me, bubbling to the surface. It was inexorable now.