My Man in Uniform, a True American Hero

My father finally came home while I was away at school.  I knew he was coming but still had to go.  I came in the door and he took his glasses off, looking at me and saying my name.  Standing up simultaneously, we stood next to each other, looking into each others eyes beaming at each other.   We hugged tight and started crying.  They both wrapped their arms around each other and cuddled, openly weeping in each other’s arms.

So much had happened, so many questions but that would all come out later. I talked to him and asked him to go to my room with me so I could show him so much.  Dad walked in, sliding past me, his arm brushed against my breasts, me letting out a very small moan and a shiver ran through me. I am sure my dad noticed my reaction but said nothing, but it excited him and his cock twitched in the tight confinement of his denim jeans.

I was in a pair of white short shorts and a tight pink tank top and grabbed the beer my dad had and sat on the bed by him.

We talked and giggled the whole afternoon, me getting drunk of the beer.  I leaned in close and snuggled into him, after so many years apart I needed his touch, his closeness. He needed the same, but he saw things that a father shouldn’t see or notice. He noticed that I am hot, my breasts were ripe and firm and that I didn’t have a bra on. My nipples were erect and stuck out. He also noticed my tight firm ass, and he loved the way my white g-string was barely visible through the thin fabric. His cock was aching and more than once he had to “rearrange” it in his pants.

I inhaled deeply.  His lips pressed down on hers, his tongue sliding in her moist wet mouth. My eyes remained closed as I returned the kiss feverishly, feeling his tongue dart in and out of my mouth. Breathing heavily, his hands slid down and grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard. He listened to me moan; it was almost too much to bear. Pulling at my top, indicating he wanted it off, I wiggled slightly while he pulled it off over my head. Sitting there in my shorts, I pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner.

My tits mashed into his muscular frame as he kissed me again, with much more force, plunging my tongue deep down my throat. Admiring the perfect view of my shaven pussy wrapped in a white g-string, he licked his lips and laid me down gently on the lounge suite. Spreading my legs wide, he devoured my pussy scent and nuzzled his face into me. I instantly came. Lifting my head up and seeing my father between my legs made me breathless and dizzy.

Lifting up he undid his jeans and pulled down them and his boxers. His cock was hard and fully at mast, the tip already soaked with precum. With one thrust he fucked me, his daughter, deep and started to pump hard. With one hand on my throat and the other twisting my nipple hard he fucked me for all it was worth. Within minutes of entering my pussy he came into me. Although his dick was so sensitive after cumming, he still thrust in and out again and again as my orgasm was right there. Within seconds I screamed out “Daddy, I cumming.”