Chapter 5: Saturday Morning - My Dad Wakes Me and Fucks Me

Saturday couldn’t come quick enough for me. I didn’t hear anything from Rick so I assumed he had Tammy on board with the idea. That had been my only reservation about the plan - whether she would go along with the idea. Fourteen year-olds can be so unpredictable at times. There were days when she was an absolute slut and then others when she acted all prim and proper. I guess we would all find out on Saturday which Tammy would show up.

My mom and I had talked a few times during the week about a strategy for the weekend. In the end I think we settled on the easiest and most straight-forward approach. My mom could have Rick in their bedroom while Tammy went with my dad to mine. I would just float between the two rooms, probably just as an observer. That didn’t really bother me as typically I’m not a big fan of three-somes, regardless of the infatuation the porn industry has with the concept. I guess I just enjoy being the center of attention when a guy’s fucking me. There are times when it’s fun and sometimes my dad gets off having me with my mom or cousin Kristen, but those times are more for his benefit than mine.

Saturday morning arrived bright and early - too early. My “alarm clock” went off promptly at 7:00 AM and I struggled to open my eyes as I felt my dad’s cock rubbing up against my lips and cheek. This alarm clock didn’t have a snooze button!

“Mornin’ baby,” my dad greeted me.

I just squinted as my eyes adjusted to being awake and tried to bring the world in focus. God, I was SO tired! It would’ve been great to just close my eyes again and drop back asleep but my dad obviously needed me. His needs weren’t the only thing in my mind though. As tired as the rest of my body was, there was no denying the “need” between my legs that had to be satisfied as well. Whatever it was I’d been dreaming about before my dad woke me, it must’ve been really hot because my pussy was already wet and ready to go, even if the rest of me was still numb.

“My, tired this morning, aren’t we,” my dad observed. “Well, just lay back then.”

Gratefully I did as he said. Of course, that didn’t mean he was leaving me. As much as my dad loved me sucking his dick, I knew what his top priority was - fucking me. If I was asleep, that was OK with him. It was my pussy he wanted, not my inspiring conversation. Not that I minded!

My dad climbed in bed with me and spread my legs apart so he could lay between them. I felt his warm breath against my face as he lowered himself down to his elbows, keeping most of his weight off of me but pressing down enough to feel my boobs against his chest. The hair on his chest tickled me and my nipples responded. Then I felt the unmistakable feeling of his hard cock rubbing against my bare pussy and stomach. Even with my eyes closed I could imagine seeing it drawing down along my pussy and then pushing back up against, working its way between my wet pussy lips and then the shaft of it sliding over my clit, like a bow drawn over a taut violin string. It may not have created any music for my ears but it was music to my soul nonetheless.

“Oh daddy, I love you so much,” I whispered in his ear as he buried his face against the side of my neck above my shoulder and started to kiss and lick me. He hadn’t shaved yet and the rough feel of his morning beard scraped against me but yet somehow it felt good.

I felt his shift his weight to position his dick lower such that the head was now pushing up between my legs, desperately seeking the entrance to my pussy. Without using his hands, he rubbed it up and down until it worked its way through my pussy lips and nestled in up against my pussy hole. Another push and he would be in me but he held himself there for a while, as if savoring the moment like a diver at the edge of a cliff before committing himself.