Sharing a Love of Cock With Dad

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My dear handsome father came out and confessed gay longings to me once the divorce from mom was settled and I had moved away. He thought that, in my late teens, I was old enough to understand. He was right, I was exploring my own sexuality too. In a curious way, we bonded over our love lives. As we became adult friends, dad would talk about men in frank detail, sometimes probably going too far but he was sad and lonely, I guess. He had nobody else. As his confidence grew, I became his shoulder to cry on. I learned to enjoy it. We felt close. It was wonderful.

One evening, around the time I hit twenty-one and was making my own way in the world, we drank too much wine. It was, looking back, way way too much. But it was cool. We weren’t really father and daughter by that point, we were friends and confidants. The chat got intimate and it is hard to pick the moment it slipped blurry inappropriateness, but it did. There was no embarrassment though as my lonely frustrated father explained what got him, in his words, going sexually. I relished the openness and honesty we shared.

As we relaxed, he mumbled something about watching. I was not sure what he meant but when he clarified pornography my heart raced a little. He went further. He wanted to show me. He was drunk and desperately unhappy. It was a kindness, I suppose, a release for him. He reached for his laptop. Google. Gay websites. Bisexual. Threesomes. Group sex. Teens. Twinks. He clearly loved watching buff young bodies of both genders, but his taste clearly centred on hard, smooth cocks. They certainly piqued my interest too. Watching them, all shapes and sizes, sliding into mouths, pussies and arseholes, bounce, twitch and throb and then pump cum on to and into bodies was hypnotic. We did not speak. Dad just clicked and clicked. His eyes wide. His breath quick.

He paused at one scene. I had to agree it was incredibly arousing. I was sitting right beside him as two cute hung young men shared a blonde smooth cutie in a big, crisp white king-sized bed. I was not appalled or disgusted. Far from it. All I felt was love and excitement – glad my daddy was enjoying himself. After fucking in all combinations, the threesome shifted until the men knelt opposite each other and jerked over the girl’s cute petite A cup chest. Not wishing to be left out, she fingered her cunt hungrily towards orgasm.

As our three friends enjoyed themselves I noticed my Dad had, oh my god, slipped his thick veiny uncut dick out of his pants. Did he think I would not notice? teen porno Did he not care? Did he enjoy flashing his little girl? I did not know. Once I had peeked at his hardening manhood, I didn’t care. His dick was thicker, hairier and more manly than the smooth twink cocks he clearly was into. I found myself comparing and deciding which I preferred too. As I was pondering this, the guys on screen came messily over each other and the girl. She looked amazing as pearly white sticky cum streaked across her sweet flat chest between rosy red nipples. God, I love cum, I caught myself thinking jealously.

At that moment Daddy let out a moan and my attention moved from the screen to the man right next me. His cock, bouncing in his fist visibly throbbed. I swallowed and licked my lips. A thousand thoughts running through my mind. All of them nasty and taboo. Just as I was about to succumb to temptation, as I began to slide a bit closer to dad and my hand moved seemingly on its own, he twitched and pumped and came. His creamy looking jizz splashed over himself, the laptop, desk and everywhere. It was a wonderful moment of shared intimacy.

As dad recovered from his orgasm I reassured him it was okay. In fact, it was more than okay and that I loved him very much. I did not tell him it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life and I’d nearly succumbed to the most taboo of temptations.

My own porn tastes changed that night too. I became a fan of mature thick hairy men being sucked and fucked until they came by, well it did not matter who. I would lie back in my bed, with my laptop, and watch mature men my daddy’s age. I didn’t mind if they played with hot girls or guys. I would flick my clit and finger my wet cunt until I came so fucking hard. I had crossed a line. There was no turning back.

The next few years saw dad and I both date and experiment. He had a series of disastrous relationships with younger men. I did the same with older men. We would both relish the sex, He’d hungrily confess his exploits in late night drunken phone calls to me. I’d hear of my dear daddy stretching his mouth round the cocks of friends, lovers and strangers. He was definitely getting more action than me. He’d describe, in graphic detail, being topped by tall muscled Adonis types with hard meaty dicks who would use him like a slut or tell me almost sweet romantic stories of cute boy-next-door-types cumming in his mouth enjoying a daddy kink of their own.

More than once I sensed daddy was stroking travesti porno as he related these tales. His breath would quicken or a low moan escape his lips as we chatted. I had no idea if they were truth or elaborate fantasies but they certainly fired my imagination. I would occasionally slip my hand towards my softly curved C cup tits and find a hardening nipple as daddy’s voice washed over me. Sometimes, if the story was extra filthy, I’d let my hand dip over my rounded belly towards my own pleasure. I never knew if he could tell. I secretly hoped he did. Daddy and daughter, through their intimate bond, sharing masturbation and sometimes quietly, secretly cumming at the same time in the middle of the night. It was utterly delicious.

I was twenty-five and a graduate when Daddy suggested I stayed over a summer. Our shared sexual journey would intensify. It would no longer be remote, we were in the same apartment. Things didn’t stop there either. It was a twenty-one-year-old pick up from out of town that did it. My sexy dad had picked him up in one of the local classier gay joints. I didn’t know this until the next morning of course. Roberto, for that was the guy’s name I learned later, had clearly woken early and decided to help himself to breakfast. Dad had neglected to tell him I was there, which is why Roberto had neglected to find his clothes.

I got a good chance to check his body out before he saw me. He had exactly the right, sporty, twinky smooth body I recognised. A peach of an arse. It was the kind daddy had jerked over the first time we had watched porn together. He was right there, and daddy had spent the night fucking him you could tell. His young body was covered in my father’s cum I bet. He had spent the night sucking and fucking the meat I had, up to that point, only peeked at and heard being stroked. So many nasty thoughts ran through my mind, my body responding.

At the moment I thought I might touch myself, Roberto sensed my presence and spun on his heel. If he was embarrassed he did not show it. His delicious looking manhood swinging heavily and enticingly between bronzed thighs. I didn’t want him to speak. It would spoil the moment. I put my fingers to my lips. He nodded but looked confused. I did my best to smile reassuringly. In my head, my father’s voice told me what to do. Just like in the phone calls when I would touch myself. This was a smooth young dick like my daddy liked. I wanted it too.

Roberto was obviously gay, but that did not tricky masseur porno stop his eyes working his way round my body taking in every detail with wide curiosity. I pulled the T-shirt that passed for a nightdress over my head quickly. We were both nude now in my father’s kitchen. The cool air making my nipples harden to bullets. The situation having the best, horniest effect on smooth wet pussy too.

Roberto didn’t move a muscle as I reached him and we stood eye to eye. I put my finger to his lips to quieten him again but he took the opportunity to suck them seductively before I started to kneel slowly. I pictured my naked father doing it earlier. His own manhood hard against his belly. My mind was swimming as I jerked Roberto and pressed my lips against the bulbous tip of his young cock.

I heard breathing behind me. I did not need to turn round. I recognised the sound as my daddy from the hours of phone calls. Roberto thrust forward, his fully hard cock slipping between my lips. He tasted so good. I sensed my daddy taking two, three steps closer to us but he didn’t stop. Was he naked too? I got my answer as his cock, thick hairy and hard, appeared in my eye line. It was just as I remembered from that porn session years ago. I did not look up. He was kissing Roberto above me. I knew it. Two gay men standing either side of me wanting and needing my mouth pushed me towards my own orgasm. I alternated between kissing and slurping and drooling over the two engorged pricks – a hand dropped to my cunt. The three of us breathing hard as our excitement rose and rose. I wanted cum so much.

There would be so much of it. I’d drown in jizz. Hot young Roberto’s and, oh god, my dad’s salty creamy sperm. The very thing that made me. It was daddy’s dick that twitched first. I moaned encouragingly before clamping my mouth round his bulbous head. He pumped his seed, flooding my mouth. It was ridiculous to try and swallow, however much I wanted to, and after snorting and gagging rivulets of semen emerged from between my lips, ran down my chin and fell to my breasts. Roberto grunted at the sight. His hot spunk hit my face too, joining my fathers painting my face and the whole mess dripped down over my body. I shook as, pushed over the edge by being a cum-drenched whore, orgasm wracked my body. My cunt riding my fingers between the two men as I reached wet slippery ecstasy.

Eventually strong masculine arms lifted me to my feet. I heard my father introduce me, as his daughter, to his lover. My heart quickened. Roberto raised an eyebrow as Daddy crushed me in a big bear hug that made me feel so close to him. There can’t be many father and daughter relationships like ours. I wouldn’t change it for the world. To prove it, I followed the two men to bed to continue the adventure.

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