Love & Letters

Don't Wake Daddy Ch. 03

He sidled against me and I felt the hot hard hammer against my cheeks. Then it slipped between my cheeks, and then it was pressing against my opening. My well-lubricated opening. It was slipping in. It was actually slipping in. I can't say it didn't hurt. Even though I had a ton of Lube-Ricious in my ass, it still hurt. But it wasn't so bad that I couldn't stand it. I moved back a little, trying to adjust my flesh around the bulky invader. If it was a question of my ass, or my dear daddy's very life, there was just no choice. I would gladly sacrifice my virgin ass for my beloved father.

He pushed into me more and more. I pushed back against him more and more. It didn't hurt any more. I just felt wonderfully stuffed. Stuffed and full. I was filled with my daddy's cock. As I thought about this, my own less than gigantic dick started to erect. I played with it as daddy hunched into me. It was so delicious. The tiny bells were going jingle, jingle, jingle. My ass was going tingle, tingle, tingle. I stroked my cock. I stroked my balls. Daddy stroked my ass. The bells were ringing. I was in heaven.

Daddy's hands were caressing all over my body, feeling the shiny, satiny nightgown. Even though he was fast asleep, my father urged me onto my stomach and rolled his body on top of mine. He was fucking like a master. The bells were jingling, jingling, jingling. My ass was tingling, tingling, tingling. His big cock was mushrooming inside of me and then it came. The blasts. His legs shot out and his whole body shook with each blast of cum into my asspassage. Jingle, spurt. Jingle, spurt, Jingle, spurt. And on and on and on.

We fell asleep that way. I mean daddy was already asleep, but I drifted off. I was lying face down on the bed and daddy was on top of me, his big, warm, now-pliable cock sleeping in my asshole.

Fortunately, again I woke up before daddy. I carefully extricated myself from beneath him. Again I went to the bathroom and got a wad of wet toilet paper. I sponged daddy's Lube-Ricious coated cock clean, and eased his shorts back over his floppy dick. I covered him lovingly with the blankets and went back to my own room. I took off the nightgown and put on my own cotton-acetate pajamas. I climbed under the blankets, and this time I fell asleep. I was really bushed.

Daddy was up before me now, and boy was he cheerful. He was whistling and singing when I came into the kitchen. He poured some cereal into a bowl for me, and splashed on some milk.

"What's up, champ?" he asked me.

"Nothing much," I answered. I really couldn't tell him what was up.

"God. I feel just great today. Just great." He flexed all his muscles. "I wonder how come I feel so terrific."

I knew why he felt so terrific, but obviously I couldn't tell him.

"What's on for today?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I answered. "I have to pick up a couple of things."

What I had to pick up was several more jars of Lube-Ricious. I would need them. On the way back from the sex store on Highway 72, I stopped at the food market. I bought a beautiful duckling, and potatoes for baking, and broccoli. Tonight I would make daddy Duck a l'Orange, and baked potatoes, and broccoli au gratin. There was no reason daddy couldn't have a good home-cooked meal and a nice dinner to come home to just because mommy was on vacation. I was here. I was not a cripple. I could take care of daddy just as well as mommy could.

After I finished drying all the dishes and the roasting pan, I joined daddy in the living room. Again I sat on the floor in front of the couch where he was lying. His fingers again thoughtlessly combed through my hair, and even affectionately stroked my cheeks as he watched the basketball game. I didn't really like basketball, but I watched with daddy. I wanted to be with him. Mommy was on vacation and I didn't want him to have to be alone.