8 comments/ 131015 views/ 30 favorites Can I Touch It? By: Sexylee "Can I touch it?" I ask looking from my father's dick up to his face. I can't believe I just asked him that. I was the one that insisted there be no contact. I have fantasized about my father for as long as I can remember. I started touching myself when I was very young and would imagine him watching me. As a teenager I had fantasies about him coming to my room and giving me lessons about sex and the male body. As an adult these fantasies continued to be the ones that got me off the fastest. After separating from my husband and started having my fantasies about my daddy more often. I thought about him any time that I masturbated. I started fantasizing about telling him the kind of thoughts I've always had about him. I never thought I would do anything other than fantasize. One night though I decided to send him an email. I reminded him of the amateur porn magazine he had when I was young. I told him how I used to touch myself when I looked at it and that I had started taking pictures of myself a few years ago. I told him that I had always wondered what he would think of my pictures and asked if he would like to look at them. He responded saying that he would like to see them very much. So, I sent a few, more modest pictures. I told him if he liked them to let me know and I would send more. He wanted to see more. With the more erotic photos I sent him a request to see his a picture of his cock, telling him how curious I had always been about it. He replied that he didn't have any pictures he could send me, but that the next time we were alone together he would show it to me if I wanted. I wrote him back letting him know that I did want to see it, but that I didn't want him to expect anything else. I made it clear to him that while I was curious, I knew it was wrong. I told him when we were alone next we could look at each other and touch ourselves, but that I did not want there to be any contact between us. He seemed okay with this. I played with myself every night in anticipation of seeing him stroke his cock while looking at my body. Finally, the opportunity came for him to stop by my house while the kids were at school. We didn't talk about it when he got here. We exchanged pleasantries, and then I quietly removed my top and bra. I waited for him to unzip his pants before I started to remove my own. I sat down on my couch with him standing just a few feet away in front of me. He exposed his huge cock to me. It was bigger than I had ever had before and I could feel my already wet pussy start to ache in response. As he started to slowly stroke his cock I let my fingers find their way to my clit and made small circular motions around it. After several quiet and intense moments I found myself asking, "Can I touch it?" He moved closer and is now standing right in front of me. I look up at him and wait for him to answer. "Of course you can. Go ahead, touch it for Daddy." I reach out and gently, nervously, take his cock in my hand. I can't believe I am touching my own father like this. I'm so turned on by how wrong it is that I feel like I could cum right now, without touching myself anymore; just by touching him. I start to stroke it, loving the way it feels in my hand. I've always had a bit of an oral fixation. I've already gone this far, I think to myself, I might as well go all out and have as much fun as possible. "Can I give it a kiss, Daddy, please," I ask him in my best little girl voice. "Kiss it baby. Kiss Daddy's dick," he answers back. I continue stoking him as I lightly kiss the tip of his cock. After kissing that little kiss I keep it just inches from my lips as I move my hand methodically up and down his shaft. I look up at him as sweetly as I can and watch his face as I open my mouth and very slowly take the head of his cock into it. I love the look on his face. I keep stoking his shaft with my hand while sucking on just the head of his dick, swirling my tongue around it. He moans and I move forward, pushing his dick further into my hungry mouth. It's so big that it's hard to fit much in, but I take as much as I can. I tell him to sit down and I move to the floor, on my knees in front of him. I take his cock into my mouth again and start bobbing my head up and down its length, gagging each time it hits the back of my throat, but still trying to take it deeper. He puts his hands on the back of my head and pushes me down further, choking me with his cock. I can't help but move my hips, humping the air as I try my hardest to deep throat my dad's big dick. I love the way it feels to have my daddy enjoying my mouth this way. It tastes and feels so good to my tongue. I find myself thinking that I could do this all day, when he suddenly pushes me away. "Come up here and sit on Daddy's dick, sweetheart. I want you to ride me" he says it as an order, not a request. So, I climb up on my father's lap and look into his eyes while I slowly lower myself onto his cock. As the head pushes past my lips and starts to enter me I realize that I'm getting ready to fuck my own father. I know the thought should bother me, but it only brings me more excitement. As I lower myself further onto him I think about sitting on his lap so often as a child. It turns me on so much as I feel him filling me fuller than I have ever been filled before, until I sitting all the way down with him buried deep in my pussy. I start moving up and down, slowly at first then faster. It only takes a few minutes for me to cum. When I finish shuddering with orgasm he tells me to on my hands and knees in front of him. I quickly comply, and he wastes no time getting behind me and shoving his cock back into my dripping pussy. He pumps it into me so hard that I can't help but scream out with pleasure. My screaming must get turn him on, because he starts pounding me even harder. He grabs my long hair and pulls it while he fucks me. "You're such a dirty girl, letting Daddy fuck you this way. You make such a good little whore for Daddy" his words and the pounding of his cock bring me to orgasm again. When I'm done cumming this time he tells me to stay on my knees and move in front of me. He waves his dick, wet with my cum, in front of me and slaps me in my face with it. He takes it in his hand and rubs the head of his dick all over my face before putting it back in my mouth. I start sucking all of my juices off is cock. "I'm going to cum for you now, honey" he tells me then grabs my head and starts fucking my face hard, forcing his cock into my throat over and over. I'm gagging and my eyes are watering and it's hard to breathe, but I don't care, all I care about is making him cum. He pulls away as he starts to shoot his load, spraying it on my face. I leave my mouth open and try to catch as much as him cum as I can in my mouth. He rubs the head of his dick on my face again, rubbing his cum into my skin. Then he lets me suck it back into my mouth. "That's a good girl, get it all clean for me" he says. When I finish cleaning his cock off with my tongue, he gets dress while I watch him. He then helps me to my feet and gives me a big, fatherly hug. He looks at his watch and says he needs to get going, but it was nice visiting with me. He gives me another quick hug and leaves. I can't believe what I have just done, and yet I can't wait for it to happen again. I hope he enjoyed it as much as me and that it won't be a one time thing. Fucking my daddy was everything I ever fantasized it would be. I'm going to take a nap now, and dream about the next time I get to make Daddy cum. Can I Touch You? The locals know of a privately owned, pretty secluded but not inaccessible stretch of lake shore near an old abandoned church not far from where I live. I like to do my nude sunbathing there because of how remote it is, although you have to make something of a commitment to get there. You have to know it's there first off, there are no signs as it's private property. Second thing is that the nearest place you can park still leaves a 10-15 minute hike through a mostly wooded area and there can be mosquitoes. But the payoff is for real. It's very beautiful, its quiet and there are no houses visible from there on any part of the opposing shore line. If you cant see them then they cant see you either. I was there alone and naked one very beautiful August afternoon three years ago. I have a tendency to exhibitionism and have to be careful about that, i.e. not to take unnecessary chances. I was keeping a pretty careful eye out as you can imagine and well before they saw me, I saw an elderly couple working their way up the shoreline, hand-in-hand and stepping carefully among the stones. They looked to be in their early 70's. I made a quick risk calculation and decided to go for it. I stealthily moved closer to the shoreline such that'd they'd see me for sure once they got within 50 yards or so. I pretended preoccupation with my book and waited from them to come up onto my position. I was prepared to grab a towel and apologize but they both were very much nonplussed by the situation. They stopped 10 feet away to engage me, to remark about the beautiful weather and so on. So I got up, went over to shake hands and stood there stark naked, hands on hips, having a perfectly lovely conversation with them for more than 20 minutes. They'd been married over 50 years and they would just steal your heart - so sweet. I was pretty much shocked, however, by what happened next. As we were saying our goodbyes, she pardoned herself for the question but asked if I shaved as a matter of comfort or hygiene. So now I'm standing there with these two sweet-as-can-be senior citizens, and suddenly out of nowhere, we're all looking at and talking about my shaved pussy. But I wasn't put off by that. I wasn't aroused by it either at that point but l liked having them look at me that way - there was a bit of thrill to it for me. I answered her forthrightly, "Its both" I said, and she nodded her head, seemingly satisfied with that answer. But she kept looking a my pussy and held her hand up to her cheek, pursing her lips and moving her mouth around a little. I knew there as another question coming. Her husband was of course looking too but wasn't saying much. "Well dear, I know this is a personal matter but you seem pretty comfortable with us. Can I ask another question?" she asked in conclusion. I knew their names as we had exchanged such pleasantries earlier and I said, "Sure Anna, what is it?" intentionally or otherwise, she again directed attention to my pussy when she said, "Well you look so smooth down there but I would have thought I'd see stubble." "Ahh, I see. Well it looks smooth because it is Anna. I shaved carefully just before I came out here today, took my time and went slow. I used my luffa exfoliate before and after the shave and the result, as you see, on day one anyhow, is indeed quite smooth and free of bumps and stubble." I was so tempted to run my fingers lightly across my labia to demonstrate my point but I held off. Still she stared. Still the wheels turned in her mind. Still her husband, Roger, looked on but said nothing. At length she said, "Look dear, I'm just going to come out and say it and hope I'm not being too wicked but can I touch you?" and finally her eyes had come back up to mine. She looked the absolute picture of sweetness and innocence. But now I'm starting to get into this a little, I just can't help it. "I gather you're thinking about trying this for yourself Anna?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "I've thought about it many times but didn't really know what the effect would be. I was afraid I'd find out after the fact that I didn't like it." she concluded without evidencing the slightest bit of embarrassment. "Sure you can Anna. I don't mind if Roger doesn't," I replied and as if on cue, both our heads swiveled toward him. He looked a little like the deer in the headlights but shrugged his shoulders and nodded his ascent. He smiled at both of us. I took my cue. "Give me your hand Anna," I instructed as I virtually reached down and took it anyway. "I'm going to put some lotion on your fingers both because I'm dry right now and also because a girl can be a little tender right after a shave," I said sweetly to her, our eyes locked and I winked. "I only ask that you take it easy on me and go a little slow. That area might be still a little sensitive. OK?" She nodded agreement. I put some lotion on her finger tips, flipped the bottle down onto my bag and stood there, hands on hips, looking her square in the eyes. My nipples had come to full attention. Her first point of contact was dead on ground zero I thought she'd start to the side and work herself in there but no sirreee. I can't really say that she took liberties but she was indeed deliberate, running her fingers slowly and delicately back and forth all over my lady parts twice and three times, taking maybe 30 seconds or more before she stopped. I didn't care at that point if she was 75 or 25. It felt wonderful and I shouldn't have done this because Roger probably saw me, but after Anna's first 10-15 seconds on me, I just closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation. It was delicious. She was looking me in the eye when she brought her hand up. She smiled and said nothing. I was thinking maybe, "Thank you dear," but nothing. Finally I realized what it was. She needed to clean the lotion off her hand. I said, "Oh Anna, sorry. I wasn't thinking. Here let me get the towel for you." and I did. She took it from me, never breaking eye contact. Still, there was that look of serenity and sweetness on her face. She could have moved heaven and earth with that smile. She was the picture of calm. She said, "I'm sure I left a little too much lotion down there. Want me to get it?" she asked, holding up the towel. "No thanks Anna, I'll get it," I said, taking the towel from her, "but," gesturing toward my bag, "a little baby powder might be nice." She took my meaning and had liberally shaken some powder onto her fingers as she watched me do a little drying off. I dropped the towel and looked at her. She stepped forward and nearly made body contact this time. It was much more intimate than before. I could smell her hair. She reached down between my legs and began to apply the powder, again in slow easy strokes, no hurry, no fuss. But she caught me this time. I opened my eyes at one point and she was looking directly into them. She was entirely aware that I was getting arousal from this and she was entirely aware that she was the one giving it. She kept making delicate little circles on my most intimate places and she kept eye contact with me the whole time . She smiled and leaned in to whisper. I tilted my ear. "This is just a small way of paying you back for what you've done for an old lady...for what you allowed me to do. Thank you" she said and kissed me lightly on the neck and she broke contact and pulled away. It seemed like an eternity but was probably less than 15 seconds when I finally broke the silence saying, "I'm awfully glad you two came along and were kind enough to spend some time with me." "Well sure, I guess it was fine for you two," said Roger, with a bit of a sour note in his voice. Anna turned her head away to hide her smile. It was quite comical. He was being like the little boy that got left out. "Well that doesn't mean you're going home empty handed Roger," I said as I directed my finest smile square at him. "What does that mean?" he groused. "It means this," I said as I walked over to him, took his hands and placed them on my breasts, moving his fingers and palms all over my tits. I kept this up for nearly 10 seconds, all the while smiling up at him and holding his eyes....which was hard because he was genuinely flummoxed. But he didn't pull away either. Finally I pulled back and said, "There sir, that'll have to hold you for a while," and with that Anna clapped and laughed right out loud. We said our goodbyes and they began to work their way on down the shore, still holding hands and still stepping carefully among the stones. They turned around after a bit, smiled, waved and we all blew kisses. It was the sweetest thing ever.