Chapter 2: Thanksgiving Morning Masturbation

Given the marvelous consistency of which my dad kept up his side of our tradition, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up Thanksgiving morning and realized something was missing - my dad! I rubbed my eyes and as my bedroom slowly came into focus, I verified that I was indeed all alone. Hmmm, what could had happened that was more important to my dad than his own daughter, especially on Thanksgiving morning he didn’t have to rush off to work?

As I sat up in bed, I started to scratch an itch on my cheek when my fingers felt something a bit sticky. Looking down at my boobs, which were also itching a little, I grinned as I realized what had already happened this morning. My dad must have come in earlier and as exhausted as I was from the past week, I must’ve been hard to wake up so he let me sleep. As horny as he usually was by then, he must have jerked off gazing at my nude body and then cum all over me.

Normally, I get more than a little perturbed when guy makes such a mess on me. Guys, the porn movies don’t show what happens AFTER the whore gets covered in cum. Trust me, cleaning cum off of you is not the easiest thing in the world, especially when it’s in your hair or dried on your skin. Of course, in my father’s case I was ready to make an exception. God, what I would have given for a video of him jerking off over me, looking at me, wanting to fuck me. It thrilled me to know he found me desirable in this way, that he could fulfill his lust and needs just by looking down at me as I slept without even touching me.

The more I thought about it the hornier I got until my pussy suddenly turned on like a light switch had been thrown. I an instant, I simply HAD to touch it and so my hand slipped down between my legs and at first I just cupped my shaved pussy in my hand, pressing up against my crotch like a bikini bottom pulling up against me. Damn, it felt like I was on fire down there! Even without pressing my fingers inside if me, I could already feel the wetness as I imagined my dad brushing the head of his stiff cock over my face as I slept.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I traced the tip of my finger in little circles around my clit. Now and then I would drop down and pull some more wetness up from my pussy hole to keep it slippery. It was like I was teasing myself, playing with my clit just enough to make me feel good but not enough to drive me to an orgasm. In my mind, it wasn’t my finger on my pussy but my dad’s tongue, licking me up and down my pussy slit and rubbing it up against my clit.

“Yes daddy, lick me,” I whispered to myself, wishing he was there to hear me.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I put two fingers just outside my pussy hole.

“Fuck me daddy,” I whispered to my imaginary father.

“He” responded by pushing his cock into me and my two fingers worked their way in as I pretended that it was his dick that was violating my tight pussy. While I fucked myself with one hand, the other was fondling my boobs, just as he would be doing if he was drilling me.

“Make me cum ... oh god make me cum daddy,” I cried out, a bit louder this time but there was nobody upstairs to hear me anyway. With both hand on my pussy now, I used the one to push its fingers into me while the other worked full time on my clit. God it felt so good!

“OH MY GOD! FUCK ME DADDY” I cried out to the empty room as my orgasm struck me. like a sudden summer storm. My hips rose up off the bed as my back arched and it felt like every inch of my skin was sweating fire. All I could think about was his hard cock in me, his wonderful erect dick that he would give me when I was a good girl, that he rewarded me with when I had earned it. Mmmmmmm, if only he could see me now, his young daughter making herself cum on her bed thinking of nothing else but her desire to have her father fuck her.

My pussy was gushing cum and I knew my bed must be getting soaked under me but it didn’t matter to me a bit. They say practice makes perfect and when it comes to masturbation, I had tons of practice! I knew just how to keep myself on the sharp edge of an orgasm, to twiddle my clit just right that I didn’t go so far to where I had to quit because it overwhelmed me, but just enough to keep me peaking, to keep the incredible sensations alive in me.

I have no idea how long this went on as I tend to lose all track of time when this happens to me. Sometimes I get so exhausted I simply am forced to quit but when I catch my breath, it’s back to the races and to that mountain peak once again. Poor guys, it’s like a few quick shots and it’s over but I could keep myself going like this forever.