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DAD'S DARK HAIR

After a late-evening shower, my father always curled up in his favorite chair, wearing his bath robe, and read the evening paper. He would then turn on the television and watch a few shows.

I used to look at his slim, muscular, hairy legs, and wonder what it would feel like to run my hands over those hairs, all the way up his thighs. I wondered what it would feel like to move my fingers across the warm skin of his hairy legs, up to his thighs, and then between his legs to his cock and balls. I wondered if his cock would get hard at my touch.

I began sitting on the floor, close to his legs, sometimes across the room, pretending to read a book. Usually, though, I was looking at his thighs, and at the short hem of his robe. Sometimes, when he moved just the right way, I could see big patches of dark hair and flesh there.

I used to sit there and get excited, feeling a burning in my crotch, wanting to see more. Sometimes, I had to get up and go masturbate, fingering myself to orgasm, visions of my father's hairy legs and thighs in my head, fantasies of his hairy cock exploding loads of cum into my mouth and pussy.

One night, I decided that I was going to find out what was there, that I was going to move very close to him and touch his legs.

I sat close to him on the floor, my knee brushing his feet, my arms occasionally coming into contact with his calves. Then, all at once, I moved my arm around his leg and leaned against him, my hand holding on to his leg. It was a very innocent position, and I leaned against his leg, letting my hair and ears moved gently across the warm flesh of his leg.

He reached down and stroked my hair. I moved my hand up a little, then higher. I could feel the hair beneath my fingers, and what it was doing to me was unbelievable. I could feel the juices in my pussy leaking out, falling on my robe wrapped under my legs. If my father knew what I had been thinking, he would have been shocked as hell.

I moved my hand farther up his leg to the spot behind his knee. The skin there was warm and smooth, and I could feel the heavy thigh muscle just above that. I moved my hand farther up, gently squeezing and massaging his leg as I went.

I pulled away, readjusting my position, and then leaned against his leg again, this time putting my hand nonchalantly on his thigh, right at the hem of his terry-cloth robe. I moved my hand under the hem of his robe and rubbed gently along his thigh. Moving upward, the tip of my finger touched his hairy ball-sac for just a second, and then I pulled away.

He squirmed, and I could hear his heavy breathing. As he squirmed, he had moved his balls into contact with my fingers again. I pressed forward, and this time, I kept my fingers in contact with his balls, and moved my fingers back and forth, gently. His balls were amazing, with the skin so soft and pliable and smooth, yet the coarse, thick hair jutted out in all directions, brushing against my searching, playful fingers.

"Oh, Becky," he said.

That was all the messages I needed. I moved my fingers higher, and came into contact with his hard, fat cock. The skin was smooth and hot, while the thing itself was hard as a steel rod.

I moved my hand further up, gently, feeling the veins that ran close to the surface of the skin. His cock was hot, and it throbbed with his heartbeat, seemingly with a life of its own.

I reached the edge of the head of it then, and I could feel the ridge where the head began. Beneath the foreskin, the head felt like a large, bulbous balloon, jerking and throbbing. Then, I reached the tip, where the head was poking out a little way. On the very tip, there was a sticky, slimy little drop of something, which I smeared around the tip of the head, which roused a small moan from my father.

I wrapped my hand around the stiff rod, close to the head. I loved the way it throbbed, and I reached down with my other hand and gently touched my clitoris.

I came, just from the one touch, the excitement of having touched Dad's cock just sending thrills all over me.

I caressed his cock, stroking it, moving my hand all the way down and then all the way back up a couple of times.

He moaned again, and I speeded up. I could feel his legs quivering and jumping around, and then, all of a sudden, there was a spasm in his stomach and his cock moved, getting harder. He moaned really loud, and my hand was filled with hot fluid that shot out of his cock and ran down to my hand. Dad had come in my hand.

I let go of his cock and sat in his lap, moving his robe aside, looking at the hard, sticky cock I had just stroked off. I moved the hem of my robe aside, and I was sitting right on his balls and cock, which were now pressing against my wet pussy and asshole. I could feel his cock throbbing beneath me, and I shifted, allowing it to poke out between my legs. I turned to him, lifting myself up, and let his cock probe at the entrance to my wet cunt.

I lowered myself on it slowly, feeling the throbbing shaft enter me, filling my wet, hot pussy with hard, hot flesh. I continued lowering myself, till I could feel his balls against my ass, his pubes against my cunt lips. He was all the way in.

He reached behind me and touched my ass cheeks, lifting up, then, as his cock nearly cleared my cunt, he let me down on his cock again. We kept this up, fucking slowly, for a few minutes. The feel of his cock rubbing against my clitoris in that position made me suddenly jerk and cum, and I squirmed around on his lap, feeling the sticky juices drip out of me and onto his balls.

Then he began to lift me up faster and faster, and I helped him, lifting my body off his, then letting myself fall on his hard dick. I could feel it throb and jerk inside me, and then, my pussy was flooded with hot cum as he shot his load deep inside me. It jerked again and again, and I was filled with hot cum.

We sat there, his hard dick still inside me.

"Did you like that, Dad?" I asked.

He wrapped his arms firmly around me and pressed my body to his tightly, seeking out my lips with his. That was all the answer I needed.

--- Rebecca M., Boston, MA

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