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On holiday with dad (with GenderBender)

‘How have you turned out? WOW. You’ve turned out just perfect, better than I could ever hope for.’

I reach out and touch her. Not like I touched her on the sunbed, this time I can touch her flesh the way my eyes have touched her since we arrived. My hands glide over her, tracing every contour, no single inch was left unexplored. She turned and twisted so that I barely needed to move. It is as though she is rubbing herself on my hands as much as my hands are rubbing against her. It must be my imagination, but her body seemed to tremble at my touch and it almost sounded s if she was purring.

I’ve no concerns that this is going to lead anywhere that we shouldn’t go as father and daughter. I’ve cum twice already today and the last one was so spectacular that I can feel my balls drained dry. At my age, I wouldn’t be ready for action again before I’ve had a long rest.

It’s great to be able to indulge myself and do so risk free. What could possibly go wrong. Tomorrow we would look back on this and see the funny side, put it behind us and carry on as all the other parents are who have come on holiday with their children.

But then, she reached out and began to touch me.
 
Dad's touch was amazing. He's touched me before, of course, when I was a child. And he massaged the cream into me out by the pool. But this was different, like a man touching his lover for the first time, exploring. And a real man, one who knows what he wants and what she wants too, one who knows how to satisfy a woman, not like the kids I've hung out with so far. I won't be bothering with them again.

If only I could touch him in the same way, make him feel like I feel now. I know I can't do that, but I have to touch him too. I just have to feel his body in the way he has felt mine, although I don't have the experience that my mother had and that he needs to be satisfied.

So I begin to stroke him, letting my fingers fight through the tangle of his hair. On his head and down his chest and into that thicket at the bottom of his belly. Then I move closer to him, my body almost touching his as I reach round him and stroke his back and buttocks. They are almost as hairy as his front. He's like a gorilla. Or a bear. I heard mum call him that once.

And as we stand close to each other he slips his arms round my waist and pulls me to him.
 
Her touch is amazing. Not like she used to touch me as a child, when she enjoyed playing with my chest hair. She's repeating the same movements as when she was a baby, but the effect is now so different. When was the last time that I was left breathless at a touch? The first time my future wife touched me, I remember that sensation as if it were yesterday, but familiarity soon took over. I watch her eyes as they follow her fingers across my body until ... until they move to my back and she has to pull me towards her for her arms to reach round my chest. Still she does not press her body against mine. She is so skillful, holding herself just an inch away from me, letting me know what is there, but withholding it, teasing, tempting, yes so tempting.

i watch her tits as they rise and fall, her nipples hard and almost brushing my chest with each breath.

In the end, I can take it no longer. I pull her towards me, her body against mine, her flesh pressed against mine. And her arms respond, pulling her self tight to me.

Thank goodness I'm not going to go hard, so I can enjoy this contact without fear that it will lead any further to where I know we must not go.
 
My reaction was instinctive. I never gave it a moment's thought when he pulled me against his body. At that moment, it seemed the most natural thing in the world, for him, for me, for us.

There was a moment as our bodies molded against each other's when I wondered if he would be up to going further, physically I mean, not mentally. He'd only just cum spectacularly a few minutes earlier and I know even guys my age take a while before they can perform again, if they bother hanging around long enough. But that thought only lasted long enough for me to feel his cock pushing against me. I pulled away just enough for him to rise and then I trapped his cock between us.

As I pressed myself against him, I tried to read his thoughts through his eyes. But in seconds I was being propelled back towards the bed, toppling with him landing on top of me, crushing me with his cock, penetrating me with a single thrust.

Fuck.

Yes, fuck.

We're fucking already. The guys I've been with just fumble around trying to find out where to put their thing, as if they've never been with a woman before, but dad was right in there, hole in one.

I clamp my muscles tight to hold him in and wrap my legs around his waist to stop him pulling away.
 
No one will ever believe me, but it was just an accident, honestly, a completely fluke.

I admit it - OK, so her holding me close like she did, that got me hard again, hard like I've seldom been before, so hard my skin was stretched so tight that it was painful. I tried to push her away, but held onto me, and we ended up falling onto the bed. And the next thing ...

Yea, I know, this sounds so improbable, but the next thing I'm lodged inside her and she hanging on to me for dear life so there's no way I can free myself.

I just lie there, on top of my daughter, my cock in her cunt. It's hot like it's burning my skin. And it's wet like I could take a shower in there. And my balls are aching so bad, they're blown dry but are throbbing like they want to cum again.

I lever my chest up on my arms and look down on her, my daughter, my child, my baby, and I realise...

Yes, I realise this is what I've wanted for years, since her body started to change from a child's into a woman's.

My hips take over, trying to set up a rhythm against the control of her thighs that hold me trapped.

'Please,' I beg her, 'I need to fuck you, please, darling, let daddy fuck you.'

And slowly, almost like she doesn't completely trust me, she opens her thighs for me and tilts her hips.
 
I can feel him wanting to fuck me, fighting against my grip, but I don't really trust him. It could all just have been an accident, the way we fell and he just landed on top with his cock in the right position to slide into me effortlessly.

Did you notice what I said? Yes, effortlessly. I was wet, I was ready, God was I ready. I wanted it so much I was aching, but I couldn't be sure he wanted me. I am his daughter after all. Even with him inside me, it could still all have been a mistake. I have to be sure. I couldn't take the disappointment, if he began to apologize and tell me it had all been a terrible mistake and that we must be mature and adult. Fuck that. Fuck me, that's what I want.

It isn't until he begs me that I truly know he wants me the way I want him.

I relax my cunt and slowly ease my thighs open, gradually lowering my legs onto the bed and shifting my position. I want to savour this moment, our first time together, the first of many.

'Take me, daddy, take me, slowly, show me how a man fucks.'

There's a broad grin on his face as he starts to withdraw slowly before sinking into me again, over and over, like he's not in a hurry, like this could last all night.

Most of the guys I've been with would have finished by now, but dad is till sliding in and out, not making any attempt to rush. I can feel his body trembling, so he's ready, but he's in control of himself and he's going slow because of me, because I asked him to.

I reach out and pull his head down to mine. Our lips touch and I feel his hot breath escape with each long thrust. I can feel the strain of his control. As our lips brush, I begin to whisper my secrets. How I'd hear mom and dad at night and dream that they asked me to join them and imagine he would come to my room and climb into bed with me. How I'd go into their room the next morning and sniff the sheets so I knew what sex smelt like. How I'd stroke myself to the rhythm of the springs on their bed creaking and groaning.

Is this all playing out in my mind or do I really say these things? Can he hear them? I'm not sure from the expression on his face, which is so concentrated. I slip my tongue between his lips.

'Daddy, faster now, please, just a little faster.'
 
She wants it slow. I like it slow, like it could last for hours. I let myself glide in and out, listening to the squelch of the of my cock as it is lubricated by her juices. She's talking to me, but I'm not taking in everything that she says. My mind is full of my own thoughts. Memories of how I used to imagine it was her hand holding my cock when her mother reached out to pull me towards her in the night. Memories of creeping into her room when she was sleep and watching her body moving under the sheet.

I feel like a stud fucking so soon after blowing my load. I would never have believed I could manage it again so soon. I couldn't do it when I was her age, let alone now in my early 40s. But I did it, seeing her naked, feeling her flesh pressed to mine.

Faster, she wants it faster, so I move up a gear, not too fast, not too frantic, because I know I could so easily lose control. At the end of each thrust, I add an extra spurt, sending my balls banging into her ass. Let her feel my virility as those balls remind her of my power to impregnate her.

The tips of our tongues touch, briefly teasing each other before they retreat, only to return to play again. My thrusts are keeping time with our breathing which is keeping time with our tongues. Her mouth becomes her cunt as I imagine my tongue fucking her as she sucks my cock. Maybe later, if that's what she wants. Because she is in charge. I know that, I can feel her controlling me, like she did as a little girl, always getting her own way with daddy. Now she's doing it again.
 
There’s a big grin on his face. He’s so happy and pleased with himself. Is that because he is fucking or because he is fucking me? Fucking his little girl who isn’t so little any more.

I adjust my hips, titling them, moving them from side to side, testing which is the best for me which is giving me most pleasure and most control over dad because I’m learning that control brings me pleasure. The guys I’ve been with have always been a hurry, but he isn’t. it’s like he wants to savour the pleasure and to make it last as long as it can. Like he was embarrassed at cumming so quickly and what to show me that he can control himself.

I nod to him and he instinctively understands that I want him to move up a gear. His rhythm increases, his breath comes faster, as I rise on each stroke to crash into him, positioning myself for max contact with my clit.

He’s going faster and faster now, no longer waiting for me to guide him. He’s taking control, maybe out of control, banging into me, hard and fast, hard and fast, harder and faster, harder and faster, pushing me further up the bed with each stroke.

Until,

Suddenly he stops and pulls out.

I moan in protest, but before I can speak he grabs my hips and throws me over onto my face and pushes my thighs wide.

I gasp in surprise, not sure of what he will do next.

He is going to take me doggy or is he going for my ass?

I brace myself.
 
My balls are aching, throbbing. They want to blow but they can't. They're still dry. I've cum twice today and it's too soon for me to cum. But I can't embarrass myself in front of my daughter, not again. It's those tits, they're what getting me in this state. Swinging from side to side with each thrust, I'm pumping her so hard her whole body is shaking each time my pelvis collides with hers. My balls aren't banging her ass any more, they're pulled in tight, ready to blow, desperate to explode. I want to slow down, bury my face in her breasts, suck on those nipples, but my body is in control and won't let me stop. Every time I look at her she is staring intently into my eyes as if she can read what is on my mind. As if she knows I am remembering the sight of her in her bed at night, as she shifts position exposing parts of her body before turning over or pulling up the sheet in her sleep. Did her mother know what I was doing? Did she realise why I would come back to her and fuck her like a stallion?

In the end, I have to stop. To break the control of her gaze. Mind over matter, I pull out and roll her onto her face.

But it doesn't work. Now I'm staring at her ass. The ass that has provoked me for years as she's walked around our home oblivious to the effect her swaying hips have had on me. The ass that she made me massage with oil earlier today. The ass that is so tempting.

And then she turns and her gaze homes in on me again.

My cock is throbbing, my balls are aching. I'm dry and don't know what to do.

In the end, there is only one thing to do. Admit defeat.

'I'm sorry, love, I can't cum. I've run dry.'

I hang my head in shame at what I have had to admit.
 
I may not have a lot of experience with men, but I’ve learnt that they’re all selfish and it’s no surprise to find that dad is no different. Why don’t they ever think about me? So he’s run dry. What a surprise after that deluge that landed on my dress. What a surprise at his age that he can’t refuel as fast as guys my age. Maybe this is my first inkling that being attracted to a man old enough to be my father has some drawbacks.

It’s so tempting to tell him to take some time out from worrying about his balls and get down on his knees so he can eat my peach. But I don’t want to hurt his feelings, he is my dad after all, and this time I feel he’s right, this time, our first time, I want him to fire a full salvo.

So, I twist round and kneel before him before dropping my head and taking a long suck on his cock.

‘Don’t worry, dad, take a break while I give you some attention for a change.’

Now I may not be experienced, but this is giving head is one thing I have received universal praise for, right from my first attempt. Treat it like an ice cream or a lolly pop, that’s what my friend Sally says and she’s right, it works every time.
 
When her head bobs down to my cock, I'm sure she has made a mistake. This isn't going to help me cum, it's just going to make things worse. But I had no idea how much worse this tormentor would make it for me.

Her lips kiss the tip of my cock and then all the way down the shaft to my balls and then all the way back up.

She pushes me back onto the bed and licks my cock dry of her juices will long lapping strokes as her hand pushes my thighs apart and cradles my balls.

Now she just looking at me, barely touching me, just holding my cock at its base while she looks up at me. What is she thinking? What is going through her mind?

Now she opens her mouth wide and slowly lowers it to my cock, her eyes still holding mine.

I watch as she takes me inside gliding on her warm saliva. If I were to close my eyes, I wouldn't know if I was in her mouth or her cunt.

She holds me there for a while. And then, then she begins to suck, lifting her head, her eyes still trapping mine.

I read the message in her eyes: she is going to torment, bringing me close and then cooling me down until my balls are ready.
 
Just how long does it take for a guy of dad’s age to fill his balls again? No idea. The guys I’ve hung out with have been ready to blow as soon as they were hard again, but older guys obviously have a problem.

However long it takes, I’m going to wait. After seeing dad’s hot cum spray over me like a geyser, I’m holding out for him to shoot me up. I want that jet pumping into me, deep into my womb, carrying the same sperm that helped create me.

So I keep working him, making sure he stays hard but doesn’t get too excited. My cunt is aching and my hands are itching to get down there and give it a good scratch, but I have to wait. I’m going to cum as soon as dad does, no doubt about it.

He knows I’m tormenting him, teasing him with gentle brushes with my lips and tongue, dragging my teeth over his cock skin, sucking hard and taking his cock head into my throat. It’s good to work a guy who isn’t in a hurry to cum, gives me a chance to hone my skills.

I’m wondering how good dad is at eating pussy when I feel his balls tighten and his cock swells and stiffens in my mouth.

Shit, he’s on the verge. His eyes light up. He’s ready to blow. I pull away and push him onto the bed and scramble over his hips, spreading my labia as I lower myself down on his cock. Cum is already running from the tip.
 
We've all been there, haven't we guys. That moment when you know you can't hold back any longer, however much the woman under you is screaming at you not to cum, however desperate you are to last just a few more seconds, to prolong your pleasure and bring her to her satisfaction, it's impossible. Something down in your balls has taken control. The flood gates are opening and a load of spunk is on its way, direct delivery to her pussy. No signature required.

And that's what happened. I had no warning. I couldn't say what she did to cause it, because it had to be something she did, I certainly wasn't expecting it. She must have known the effect she was having, because as soon as I felt my balls pumping, she was on top of me with one hand opening her slit and the other guiding my cock home. And then she was riding, like she was taking a horse over a fence. I remembered seeing her riding her pony, her thighs spread wide as she bounced up and down and I wondered how she was feeling, if she knew this was just what she'd be doing to a man one day, except I never expected that man to be be.

And then, in a instant, it was done, one big burst and then the aftershocks, powerful, exhausting. I let out a gasp as much from relief as pleasure and watched her as she gently slowed her riding, her muscles holding me tight like she was afraid I would fall out of her.

But from the look on her face, I knew she hadn't finished with me yet.
 
That was incredible. I've never felt that before, felt a guy cumming . Actually shooting, I mean, not just cumming. You always feel their cock stiffening and swelling, so you know it's happening even if their eyes don't go all gogglely and they don't make those silly moaning noises like they have stomach ache. No, I felt him shooting right deep into me. Like a hot blast.

Immediately, I wrapped my legs tight round his hips, so he couldn't pull out and roll off and start snoring like most men do, apparently. No, he wasn't going anywhere yet, no sir, not until I'd finished, which meant not until he'd finished me off.

I let him get his breath back, just trapped him with my thighs and held him with my eyes. Mom said the eyes were the most erotic instrument a woman has and she was right. It certainly worked with dad.

When I finally released him, I sat up and pulled his face down, past my tits and across my belly, down to my pussy. He didn't resist. I just lay back and opened wide, raising my hips.

He looked at me and I looked back. He read the message. He knew what he needed to do. I lay back and rested my arms above me head on the pillow.

Tuck in, daddy, eat your little baby out.
 
I've got to do it, finish her off. I've left her half way to an orgasm and I can't just walk away. No, I know what is expected of me. But ...

I've gone down on my wife loads of time and she said I was good at it, after she' given me a bit of guidance- eating her peach she used to call it - and it was a peach - she always washed before sex and it smelt of her scented soap. But this is different. Her belly is sweaty. He thighs are running in her juices. And the last dribbles of my spunk are hanging off her pussy. I'm not used to this, but I know I have to do it. She's tasted herself when she sucked my cock, so how I can shy away from tasting my cum.

Except - yes, except.

It's the smell. It's not that it is unpleasant. I've smelt it often enough. It's the smell of our bedroom after we'd been fucking. I'd come back in from the bathroom and it would hit my nostrils. The smell of her juices and my cum and our sweat, the smell of our fucking. And that's just it. It reminds me of her - my wife - her mother. What would she say if she knew what we were doing?

This is the moment when the full enormity of what we've done hits home hard. We've just had unprotected sex. She could be pregnant from this unless she's on protection and I didn't think to ask. She could have my child, her own sister.

Oh fuck, oh sweet fuck.

I try to avoid the worst of my mess. Prising her lips open with my fingers isn't easy because they are so slimy, but eventually I manage to hold them back and insert my tongue, tracing out the line of her furls, heading for her clit which is glinting at me, it almost seems to be twitching as I approach, eager for my touch. My tongue makes contact and she shudders.
 
Poor dad, I have to feel sorry for him. I'm in one hell of a mess down there. All my flesh swollen from this unaccustomed fucking - I've not actually had sex for several months for one reason or another. But he doesn't flinch and set about me like a pro. I watch him working his way slowly through my curls like an explorer, moving slowly closer to my clit. Then I close my eyes trying to add to the anticipation pretending that I don't know where he is going so that it will come as more of a surprise when he arrives.

I'm going to be so cool, so laid back, draw this out so that I build slowly to one of those shattering climaxes I've read about in magazines.

He arrives. A quick flick of his tongue. My body shudders. I try to keep to my plan, but my body won't.

My legs wrap around his neck, pulling him tight into my pussy. The rasp of his stubble on my thighs makes me moan.

'Quickly, daddy, quickly,' I scream. 'Come on, I can't wait. I've wanted this for years. You know I have. We both have.'

He looks up at me, just a flash, but in it I read his reaction. I am right.
 
So much is happening so quickly I can barely take it all in.

I hear her talking about how she has felt about me and how she knows I have felt about her. We need to sit down calmly and talk about pur feelings and what this means for both of us, but now is not the moment. I'm gagging on the mxixture of her juices and my cum. My face is pulled to tight against her crotch I can hardly breath. I don't need to do anything because she is rubbing herself furiously on my lips and teeth. Once again she is in control, knowing just what she wants and how to get it.

My hands grab her ass and clench tight onto her buttocks, my fingers sliding into her crack that is soaked with our juices. The stench of our sex is filling my nostrils. It is so arounsing I can feel my cock twitching and my balls throbbing, although tasting my own sperm makes me want to retch.

Suddenly her back arches and she screams like she used to when she had nightmares.

'DADDY, DADDY, DADDY'

I would run into her room to find out what was frightening her and hold her in my arms, pressing her against my body to reassure her that she was safe.

Now I am the one who needs reassurance.
 
He's panting. I'm panting. We're both exhausted by what's happened, physically and emotionally. I've just had the best sexual experience of my life and I'm betting dad has too. I've lain awake often at nights listening to him and mum. I've even crept along the landing to watch them coupling through the crack of their bedroom door. But nothing they did was like this, not even at their most intense. It was like perfunctory compared to what's just happened between us.

He slumps on his knees beside the bed while I collapse back onto the sheets. I raise my lead and look down at my body glistening in sweat and my crotch sodden from his saliva and my juices and his sperm all mixed up. And there between my legs I can see him looking up at me.

There are no secrets between us any more so I tell him that I have wanted this so as long as I have thought about sex as something real and possible. I tell him how I spied on him and mum. And how I knew he would come into my room and watch me at night and how I'd kick off the sheets a bit to expose myself to him all the while pretending to be asleep.

He just smiles and climbs onto the bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight. His cock doesn't go hard again, though - he's spent. Eventually his breathing steadies and he falls asleep. I crawl out from under him, pull a sheet over him, collect my dress and panties and go back to my room.
 
I opened my eyes and immediately clamped them shut as the light flooded into my room through the thin curtains. I put my arm over my face and gradually allowed more light in as I recalled in horror the dream I had had. Nightmare rather than a dream. I'd dreamt that my daughter and I had had sex and that we'd each admitted our attraction for each other and how we had spied on each other, each not realising what the other was doing or how they were feeling.

Then I sat bolt upright.

It hadn't been a dream. It had happened. The nightmare was real.

I felt sick and then there was a loud knocking on the door.

I staggered over, grabbing a towel from the bathroom on the way, and looked through the peephole. It was her.

What could I say to her? How could we begin to repair what had happened and rebuild a proper father-daughter relationship.

I held the towel tight around my hips and opened the door to let her in.
 
I couldn't stop myself bursting out laughing at the sight of dad with a small towel clutched frantically around his waist.

"it's too late to get modest about what you're packing, dad. You need to get a shower and shave or we'll miss breakfast.'

He rushed into the bathroom, still holding onto his towel, while I made my way over to draw the curtains and open the window. The room stank of stale sex, our sex.

The bed looked like there had been an orgy taking place, which in a sense there had.

With nothing to do but wait, I wandered into the bathroom to watch dad showering. He had water and soap suds flowing over his face and had no idea I was there, so I indulged myself watching him as he rubbed his body with gel and worked it into a lather. It was tempting to step into the shower with him, but I resisted until he had finished. Then I took a towel and began to dry him, working slowly over his chest enjoying playing with his mat of hair.

It was only when I moved lower that I noticed he had developed an erection.

'Oh,' I explained in mock surprise, 'What caused that I wonder.'
 
What caused that, she asks, like she doesn't know.

What caused my cock to stiffen like a tree trunk?

It wouldn't have anything to do with the five minutes of massaging she just given my chest, would it?

It wouldn't have anything to do with the sustained flirting and touching that she subjected me to at the pool, would it?

And it certainly couldn't have anything to do with the mixture of mutual confessions and sustained fucking last night that left me drained and exhausted, no definitely not, no way.

'I don't know,' I reply innocently, 'but I certainly can't go down to breakfast like this, that for sure.'

She looks me in eye and slowly sinks on her haunches, his hands running down the front of my thighs.

'I don't think I can wait for breakfast,' she says wide-eyed. 'I need something to keep me going.'

She pulls my cock hard down to her mouth and swallows me whole.

As the mist clears from the bathroom mirror, I see my reflection and that of my daughter's head as she bobs up and down.

The sooner this is over the better for me, at least I'll be able to walk out of my room without making a display of myself.

My balls are tucked tight into my crotch already.

How much sperm will I have after last night? Not enough to satisfy her appetite that's for sure.
 
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