Chapter 3: Still Horny After My Dad

Turning over on my side, my pussy was literally tingling from having just been fucked. I hadn’t cum yet and so I reached between my thighs and found my wet and sticky pussy with my fingers. His sperm was dripping from me and I spread it around my bare pussy, coating it with a thin layer of my dad’s cum. When my fingertips ran over my sensitive clit, I thought I was going to jump out of bed from the shock it sent through every inch of my body.

As I played with myself, I dreamed yet again of my dad fucking me. In my fantasy we were at tonight’s party where he was pretending to be just another guy at the party. It wasn’t until he was fucking me and about to cum that he confessed aloud as to who he really was. Of course, everyone was shocked but at the same turn turned on as they watched this horny father fucking his own daughter like a cheap whore. Sure, lots of guys fantasize and talk about screwing their daughter, but how many actually go through with it?

Sometime my orgasm arrive like a Mack truck, practically bowling me over with the sudden intensity and overwhelming impact. Today was one of the more rare versions, more like a glass being filled slowly until l finally it overflowed. I could feel it rising in me, raising me high and higher with each touch of my finger until finally I was at the point of overflowing. It was like I was glowing inside, like every pore of my skin was sweating nothing but the most pleasurable sensations imaginable. Everything else went away, the sound of my dad in the bathroom, the street noise outside, even my own bedroom see me to fade away as I was carried off into my own little world where only my orgasm could take me.

The trick to maintaining an orgasm right on the edge is manipulating your pussy correctly. The intensity and frequency has to vary as the sensations of my orgasm ebbed and flowed. My pussy cum gushed from me, flowing down my ass and surely making a fine mess of my sheets. Using both hands, I kept at least two fingers in me at all times, pretending that they were my dad’s dick in me, while I played with my clit with the other hand. I was so wet and sloppy it sounded like I was taking a bath, or at least one just between my legs.

Finally I just wore out, becoming too exhausted to continue. Reluctantly, I slowed down and allowed my orgasm to slowly dwindle. Something like this didn’t just come to an end like a guy when he cums. This was more like a fire that slowly dies down until the embers continue to glow through the night. So it was with my pussy. Sure, the intensity of the orgasm was now gone, but I knew the general feeling of pleasure and lust would continue for hours afterwards. When I am in this state, all I had to do was rub up against a pole or a table leg and it would spark a quick revival between my legs.

My dad dressed and left for work without another word to me as I laid in bed and just enjoyed the aftermath of the morning so far. It was still early so I dropped off to sleep for a while longer and was shocked when I opened my eyes and saw it was after 10:00 AM! Then I remembered that today my mom was working days so with both parents gone there was nobody to get me out of bed.

I didn’t have any plans for the day so I just cleaned up and threw on a T-shirt. It didn’t quite cover my ass but since I wasn’t leaving the house it didn’t really matter. It was better than running around in the nude, something that just never appealed to me. Nobody could ever call me a nudist, that was for sure.

As evening approached I started to get ready for the party. One nice thing about going to a party that is all about sex, you don’t have to worry a whole lot about what to wear. I decided to keep the t-shirt and just added a tight pair of jeans. As the T-shirt was made from thin white cotton, without a bra my boobs were basically showing though as if I had nothing on at all. The jeans were cut so low that when I sat down the crack of my ass clearly showed. All that was left was to put on a pair of white sneakers and I was ready to go. My parents hadn’t returned home so for once I left without a sendoff from my dad or mom like I usually did in the past before such a party. I guess my dad’s “wakeup call” would just have to do.