My parents went off to the beach. I wasn't really invited, and I didn't really want to go anyway. Not that the beach is so bad, although see my previous post about beaches. But it's nice for them to get away for a while. And I've got some work to do. Anyway, here I am, all alone.
I'm not putting out an APB for stalkers or B and E artists, though. I've invited Sveta over today and probably she'll stay until tomorrow. Then I'm in negotiations with Kate about going to dinner at her house. And who knows what else might happen. I'm psyched about Sveta, because this time there won't be any danger of her bumping into my dad. And she needs some love, because James is a prick. Yes, I'm taking her side. Until I see otherwise, I'm going to call him a prick. He had me and a sweet little girl both to himself, and he had to get greedy. Plus now that we're pissed off at him, there's no chance of me getting any anal from him. Which is making my ass lonely.
I'm thinking of educating Sveta in the fine art of strap-ons, possibly some double dildo action too. Maybe she'll fuck my ass. What am I saying maybe for. I'll get her to fuck my ass. And I'll fuck hers. I'll be using the double dil, but she can start out trying out the strap-on. And yes, before you ask, I do have some liquor, but I'm not getting her drunk. I have a movie, I have some food, I have some liquor, I have toys, it'll be a wild time. Of course, because I'm ancient, I'll probably fall asleep at 9 pm. But maybe not. I'll just have to keep my excitement level high. I have more than one movie; I've got some porn too. We'll see how it goes.
No, I will not be posting as it happens. She doesn't know about the blog, and I'm not going to tell her. Maybe later, but not this early in the relationship. She could find out things I don't want her to know, for one thing. So if I post, it will be unscheduled.
But enough of what's going to happen. My parents left this morning, bright and early, which looked like it was killing my mom, who isn't a bright and early type these days. But it meant that, since I was up and Dad was up, we could have a farewell romp to tide me over until they get back. So we went to the shower, as usual, and I bent over the side and he got behind me and slowly eased his monster into my tight little daughter cunny. He was hard as a rock inside me, and every time he speared me, he nudged various sensitive spots inside, so I came quickly. There's nothing like an orgasm to wake up with.
That cleared the cobwebs, and I savored the warm feeling in my belly as my dad's cock thrust deep into me. I felt his stomach press into my rear as he bottomed out, and his hands on my waist, stroking down my hips and thighs.
After a while, it got uncomfortable to be leaning over the side, so I asked if we could switch. He pulled out, which was like an ice cube on my pubis, it was so cold in the air. So I turned on the shower, nice and warm, and got on my hands and knees with it splashing down on my butt, and he got behind me and stroked my pussy with his gentle hands, then took his cock and slid it into place again like it had never been gone. And the warmth and the pressure and just all of it made me cum again, a little O, just lighting up my eyes, tightening in my belly a little. I can feel them in my belly button sometimes; it's wild when it happens, and it usually makes me giggle. I giggled a little, and Dad laughed and said, "I got you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you wouldn't believe the reactions some guys have when I giggle like that."
"They don't know how beautiful it is," he said, and pressed into me again with his hands gripping my hips now. "I'm getting close just hearing you laugh, baby."
"I'll miss this over the next few days," I said truthfully. I already miss it. The thought of Mom and Dad down at the beach, probably making love on the shore, is making me wish I had come, because I could at least have watched. Maybe I could have found a guy on the beach to give me some. But I'm looking forward to Sveta too. Just sometimes I want a cock. A real cock, one that spews cum into me, that pulses, that tenses, that feels warm inside.
He wasn't lying, because after a few more minutes he grunted, "Here it comes," which he likes to do, most men like to do, even if he knows I can tell, and that he's going to cum in my pussy and not pull out. I don't know why a lot of men feel the need to announce their orgasms, but I don't mind. Mike doesn't tend to if he's going to cum inside me, either in my pussy or ass, but Dad usually does.
And then I came again as the first splashes surged into my insides. I confess, recently, I've been imagining that Dad is knocking me up, that I'm a little girl and my Daddy is getting me pregnant with his baby. It makes the orgasms stronger, I've found. I went over the edge hard, moaning and clenching. If I had been a squirter, I might have squirted. It's the tension, the desire, the missing him already, all of it.
He kept pulsing inside me for a while, then he felt that I was still cumming, so he worked himself back into thrusting. I could feel the cum sloshing around in my womb, or so I imagined. It must have been hard for him to keep fucking me, but he did it until I stopped cumming, then finally turned off the water with a grin and pulled out so I could clean him orally. There wasn't much to clean, because the water had done its work even before he pulled out, but it was enough to taste, and it tasted so good.
Then he showered, woke Mom up, and the got out of the house, as I said, bright and early. I wish Dad had been able to give me another helping before he left, but I accept that he's getting older and it's getting harder for him. He's never been prolific, just long-winded. I guess it's fortunate that he has three daughters and a wife all of whom can be his outlet (well, even Mari sometimes) because otherwise I think he'd wear us out and never get his own rocks off. I mean, back when he was still going three times a day sometimes, by the third time, he might have to start with one daughter and finish with another, or with Mom. I know I've had to wave him off eventually, just because I was getting too tired and sore to keep going.
Now, I get one, usually, but it's usually a good one, and a long one too. Sometimes two, or sometimes Mom gets one as well. So I'm not really complaining. I came three times. I just miss him. Sometimes we don't fuck, we just sit or lie together, him inside me, for a long time. It feels good to have Daddy inside me. That's all I can say.
Anyway, Sveta's coming over in the afternoon, so I'll see how that goes.
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