I was going to do something I’ve wanted for a long time, to f*** my dad. I moaned as I slid my p**** over his c***. I slid so slowly as it was so big that I did not know if his d*** would fit. Slowly but surely I took every inch in my p****. It felt incredible. I paused for a moment to savor the feeling and started to slowly ride his d***. I looked down at my father and he had the greatest expression of pleasure on his face. I don’t know if he never had p**** this tight or that it had been awhile since he had any p****. I was getting well lubed now and my sliding on his d*** was getting faster. My Dad looked me square in my eyes and started to play with my c***. Moments later I was in o***** and it didn’t stop. For the next twenty minutes, I was riding wave after wave of orgasmic head rushes and screaming out “F*** me Daddy!” I was h****** my father faster and he was bucking his hips off the bed into me. I reached behind me and gave my father’s balls a little squeeze. Suddenly, he lifted off the bed as high as he could go and pushed his d*** deep into my p****. I saw his stomach muscles flex, his face looked intense as he groaned, and flooded his c** in me. We stayed motionless for awhile and I just gently rocked from side to side. Dad started to get soft and slipped out of me. I climbed off of him and laid by his side. I snuggled with Dad, laying my breasts on his chest. I gave him a gentle kiss and whisper, “That was amazing.” My father looked at me and smiled, “That was amazing and if I knew it was going to be this good, I would have started something sooner between us.” We snuggled for awhile until I felt his c** starting to run down my leg. I got up and headed for the shower.