Sweaty, Sticky Night Ch. 05

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Sweaty, sticky night — Ch 05

SUMMARY: This is the continuation of the story about Ellie and her father who stayed overnight in a very hot motel room near New Orleans. Find out what happens when they return home after the trip is over.

All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

[Ch. 5 — Ellie]

Three months. That’s how much time had passed since the trip I took with my daddy. After the morning when he took me from behind while I laid prone on the motel bed, I knew I had given myself to him. He could have me any time he wanted. Not that I felt submissive toward him. It was more of an emotional bond than anything else.

We left the motel that day and traveled due west. The further we went, the more the mugginess abated, until we finally found ourselves in Utah where the heat was still present, but the wind was arid. We visited an old friend of my dad’s for a few days before finally heading back home. The oddity was, despite knowing that I would let him have his way with me upon request (and I was certain he knew it), nothing happened the entire rest of our trip. It was almost as if something about the hot, sticky air in that motel room had seriously addled our minds those two nights. And as we traversed to a less humid climate, our sense of self control returned.

But as I said, that was three months ago. Well, eighty-seven days, twelve hours and thirty-eight minutes, to be exact. And that was also how much time had passed since either of us had even mentioned what happened between us. A few times, during our trip, I almost brought it up. But the moment never seemed right. Or maybe I was just too chicken to mention it. I often wondered what he was thinking about when we had long bouts of silence. As for myself, I literally couldn’t stop the titillating memories of my daddy fucking me from flooding my mind, practically twenty-four/seven.

Once we returned home, our lives had returned to “normal”. It was like our trip had never happened. You probably didn’t realize that we came from a life where nothing out of the ordinary ever really transpired. My dad was married to a woman who I called “mom”, even though she was my step-mother. I also had a brother who still lived at home, despite being in his mid-twenties.

Sometimes at home, I caught my dad staring at me. But as I said, we were back to our “normal” lives, and we seemed to have an unspoken, tacit agreement never to speak of what occurred. The fact that we had fucked each other. Twice. The ultimate taboo when shared between father and daughter. A sexual encounter with your own blood was not only frowned upon, but was strictly forbidden.

The summer was nearly over. It had been a surprisingly hot month. As I said earlier, we’re from Maine. The summers in Maine do get hot, but compared to where we had travelled this summer, home was usually incredibly mild. Not this summer, though. At least not the past few weeks. It was as if mother nature was assaulting us with a heatwave to spite the weather forecasters who had called for a tepid season. It was the last week of August. Saturday night. Our house didn’t have central air, because we rarely ever needed it.

That night, I would have given anything for at least a window unit in my bedroom.

Stripping out of my clothes, I crawled on top of my sheets, naked. As I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but think about my father. Specifically, about those magical two nights we shared at that motel near New Orleans. Those were my favorite memories to replay in my head. The muggy air in my bedroom was like a cloying reminder of that place, lapping at my skin. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander. To fantasize. It was hard to remember exactly what it felt like, but I tried my best to pretend my father was inside me again.

Reaching a hand down, I squished my fingers into the soft flesh of my pussy, slowly masturbating myself. It was wet, but I could tell it was mostly from sweat. I was aroused, but it was an internal arousal. Like my mind knew what I craved, but my body was protesting that I wasn’t feeding it properly. As a result, my vagina just wasn’t getting as wet as I wanted. And my diddling fingers didn’t make it tingle as much, either. It was the first time I had tried masturbating in weeks.

When I slid a finger into my opening, it felt good, but nothing like what I knew it could be. Sweat dripped liberally between my thighs, helping to lubricate my skin while I spent the next few minutes fingering myself. But it wasn’t enough. Even adding a second finger didn’t do it. My dad had ruined me that day, in a way. Metaphorically at least. Could I ever experience that level of satiation again? Would anyone satisfy me like my father had? Opening kovancılar escort my eyes, I was surprised when a trickle of sweat dribbled into them. It stung.

Sitting up, I wiped my hands across my face. Lord was I ever sweating. It was uncomfortably hot. It almost seemed like my dad had turned on the heat! Despite that, my throbbing pussy was my main focus. Before it even registered what I was doing, I slid off the side of my bed, landing unsteadily on my feet. Padding my way to my door, I opened it as quietly as I could and peered into the hallway. It was quiet and dark in the house.

Tiptoeing out of my room, I made my way down the hall. Naturally, the floor made a resounding creak as I went past my parents’ room. Shit. Without pausing, I kept going until I reached the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the sink, I saw the thing I was after. Grabbing it, I made my way back toward my room. Making sure to step over the creaky part of the floor, I hesitated when I heard a rustling sound from my dad’s room. Double shit. I was naked. Not that I cared if my dad saw me like that. He had fucked me, after all. But I would be mortified if my stepmother opened the door.

Speeding up my pace, I made it back to my room and closed the door.

Flinging myself onto my bed again, I held up the object I had retrieved from the bathroom. A smile spread across my face. This was something I had never tried before. Hell, I had never even thought about it. In my hand was a long, white cylinder with a little metal tip on one end. It was my electric toothbrush.

Biting my lip, I brought my knees up into the air and splayed them apart. Then I lowered the toothbrush between them and pressed the butt end of it against my pussy. No tingles erupted, but I persevered anyway. Between the obscene amount of sweat that seemed to cover my skin from head to toe, and the little bit of juice from the inside of my pussy, I started working my toothbrush inside my opening.

It felt weird when it popped past my entrance. The sides of it were rigid, despite the plastic feeling soft to the touch. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t offer any real pleasure, either. Lifting my head and staring at the half of the handle I still held onto, I lifted my thumb up and pressed against the button on the side.

Pleasure exploded inside my cunt as the toothbrush whirred to life. I had never used a dildo, so I had nothing to compare it to. But it felt good. Very good. Gently, I started fucking myself with it. I could only get it in so far, though, for some reason. Maybe it was because I still wasn’t near as wet as I knew I could be. The buzzing vibrations worked their way up inside of me as I continued working the pseudo-phallus in and out of myself. For the next ten minutes, I fucked myself with my electric device.

Unfortunately, I could tell it wasn’t going to give me the release I so desperately wanted.

With a growl, I yanked the device out of my pussy and tossed it over the far side of my bed. It hit the ground with a thump and then the little motor sputtered and stopped. I lay there, frustrated beyond belief while every pore in my entire body seemed to expel sweat at the same time. It was literally dripping down my sides, into my eyes, down my cheeks, between my thighs… everywhere. It was unbelievably hot.

And I was fucking horny. Beyond compare. It was like that night in the motel room all over again, except about a hundred times worse. Panting from heat exhaustion combined with exasperation, I almost screamed. Tears trickled from my eyes. I desperately wanted to get myself off, but the ability seemed to be eluding me. And there was only one known cure for that.

I knew what I had to do. I knew what my body needed. What I needed. But how to get my father to rouse without his wife waking up, too? Maybe I could go down the hall and make some noise, and then bolt back to my room in hopes that the right person would come investigate. My feet made a thud as I hit the floor and then I almost fell when my legs tried to hurl me to the floor. But I was already moving, my heinous idea sounding more appealing each step I took toward my door.

When I reached it, I hesitated. What the hell did I think was about to happen, anyway? That I would go down the hall and, by some miracle, wake only my father? And then what? He would come to me on this hot, sweaty night in our own house and fuck my brains out? While his wife was there in the same house? Get a fucking clue, Ellie.

But then my hand was squeezing the doorknob. I stood there, breathing heavily, and feeling hornier than I ever remembered. My heart rattled in my chest, thudding heavily against my ribcage. Every labored inhale seemed to suck in a gulp of water. The air was thick and humid. It must be ninety degrees in my bedroom. Slowly starting to turn the knob of my door, my mind assaulted me with visual fantasies of my father having his way with me. Even though I knew there kozlu escort was no way on god’s green earth that this could possibly happen like it was playing out in my brain, the “porno” flick in my head refused to relent. And the memories were making me hornier by the minute. For some reason, I kept replaying my father’s reaction when I had first asked him to get inside of me. How he had practically leapt onto my body, eager to give his cock a taste.

Something wet started leaking from my cunt. I squeezed the doorknob even harder, giving it another twist until I heard it click. When I breathed in, I felt like I was inhaling water. Fuck it. I yanked my door open. And then I gave a yelp that almost turned into a scream.

My father was standing just outside my door. He stared at me, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Daddy?” I asked, completely in shock.

“You’re naked,” were the only words that came out of his mouth. Then his eyes took me in. All of me. I watched him study my naked, teenage body until his nostrils started flaring. The way he gazed at me, taking in every inch of my sweat covered body, made me shiver with excitement. When his eyes caressed their way back up until he reached my face, I felt a deep, pulsing twinge of arousal between my legs.

For several heartbeats, we stared at each other in silence. I was breathing hard, but so was he. He was also sweating, I noticed.

“It’s really hot,” I heard myself whisper, completely stating the obvious.

As if on cue, several beads of sweat started running down the front of my chest at the same time. Glancing down at myself, I saw two trickling directly between my tits, and one that cascaded over the edge of a nipple, dangling for a second before dripping to the floor. That’s when I realized both nipples were elongated and hard. Taking a step back into my room, I lifted my head once more and found my dad gazing at my breasts. One more half step backward and he lifted his eyes to mine.

Giving him a very slight nod, I bit my lip and glanced over my shoulder at my bed. When I turned back, he took two steps forward and then his hands were on the sides of my face while he kissed me. It caught me by surprise, and also took my breath away. I was so stunned that I didn’t respond immediately. But my father’s hungry lips continued to open and close around my mouth, and I felt his tongue pressing against my lips, urgently trying to get an invitation from me for the invasion.

Then it all hit me at once. Just how unbelievably horny I was. I realized my father was, too. And that he must have been thinking about me the same way I had been thinking about him. About this. About… oh god, suddenly he was kissing my neck! I closed my eyes, leaning my head to the side as he kissed his way down my neck to my shoulder. I started whimpering. His saliva left a warm trail in its wake. Perspiration started popping up all over my skin.

My daddy kissed his way down the front of my naked chest and, before I could fully register what was going on, he took one of my nipples in his mouth. I cried out loudly but clamped a hand over my face as fast as I could. Then I was tugging at his shirt. I hefted it up until he assisted and, together, we got it off a few seconds later. His pants were next. Once I got the button undone, he quickly squatted down and climbed out of them.

Before coming back up, his face fell forward until he was kissing my stomach. When he made his way to my belly button, I felt him licking and lapping at it, digging his tongue into the tiny, circular trench of skin. It made me squirm. His hands slid around behind me until they were cupping my ass cheeks, and then he started kissing his way south. Between my legs. When he started lapping at my sopping slit, I had to clamp my hand over my mouth again as I moaned wildly. His tongue started moving faster. Oh god it was so hot! I was already about to cum!

But he stopped. I nearly growled, but he barely gave me time to react as he stood up again. His hands were still clenched around my butt cheeks. One of them popped out of his grip as the sweat made it slippery, but he grabbed hold of it again right away. With a heave, my father lifted me up and I suddenly felt like I was floating. Dizziness swept over me as he swung my body around in the open air. What was he doing? My bed was the other way.

My dad pushed my hips up higher and instinct took over, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started moving, almost stumbling. My head struck the wall so hard that streaks of color danced across my eyes. But my father didn’t pause. I felt my back flatten against the hard surface and just like that, his hot, sweaty cock entered me. Oh yes! That’s what I needed! He started thrusting immediately, in and out, making love to me against my bedroom wall. Suddenly, an orgasm ripped through me. I hadn’t even realized I was right on the brink. He was still sliding himself in and out of me while it rippled kozluk escort up and down my body. I couldn’t even moan, it was so intense.

My father kept at it, fucking me up against the wall of my room. My legs clung to his waist, holding myself up while he thrust. I had never had sex in that position, but oh god did it feel good! Somehow his cock was able to rub me in places that was like setting off fireworks. Was I still in the middle of an orgasm? Or had a brand new one started? I couldn’t tell. But he never relented. From the very second he had me pinned against the wall, his thrusting never faltered. I could feel his pelvis gyrating between my thighs that were still wrapped around his hips. His movements were forceful. Almost painful, but not quite. He went at me with such fervor that I still couldn’t catch my breath.

My ass started slapping against the wall of my bedroom as my daddy gave it to me. He pounded harder and the slapping grew louder. I felt the wall vibrating against my shoulder blades. It had become a struggle to draw a breath but when I concentrated, I managed to start breathing again. And then each exhale turned into a moan. Daddy’s cock glided into my thoroughly lubricated vagina again and again. Harder. He leaned forward, kissing my neck. Then I felt his teeth bite down. It hurt, but oh did it feel good!

My dad’s body started trembling and then mine did, too. In and out he thrust. Forward and up, at an angle. His cock seemed to be probing deeper still as he used all of his strength to impale me. I opened my mouth to let out a shriek, but just as the first audible note spilled past my lips, my father’s hand suddenly clamped over it, muffling the noise. He pulled himself closer to me, the angle of his staff setting off mini explosions.

I shrieked as loud as I could into his sweat covered palm. Just then, a third orgasm exploded inside me. My face was drenched with perspiration, and I felt it dripping off my chin. Hell, my entire body was dripping, but I didn’t give a fuck. My father’s thrusting became even stronger. He railed me with my body pinned to my bedroom wall. Tears were spilling down my cheeks. They were from the exuberance of pleasure I was experiencing as my father fucked me.

Squeezing my legs tighter around his waist, I used every ounce of strength I could muster to hold onto him. That only urged him on more passionately. His hips were undulating forward and back and his cock plunged into my cunt repeatedly. He disappeared inside me at least two, sometimes three times every second. I had never been fucked so hard! There was a franticness to our fucking that I couldn’t deny was making me wild with lust. Oh yes, daddy! Yes!

“I’m close, Ellie,” my father whispered sharply, his sultry breath whisking against the side of my face. He had his chin on my shoulder, digging it into my bone every time he thrust upward.

Suddenly he changed his position again. Instead of moving at an angle, he scooted his hips forward and started slamming himself upward. Straight up. His cock pushed deeper than ever before, making me squeal behind his hand that was still clamped over my mouth. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let him have his way with me. I was in heaven. He was thrusting so hard, the muscles in my thighs started to ache. Not my pussy. Even though I could feel my vaginal canal straining as it squeezed him with all the strength it had, there was no pain inside. Only pleasure. But the sheer velocity and intensity of his upward lunges was making my leg muscles cramp.

I felt another orgasm approaching. Slowly, I clenched my fingers into the skin of his back. He slowed his thrusts, but pushed harder still. He was literally pounding me with force. Like a hammer blow against an anvil. Except the anvil was the center of my pelvis, deep within my pussy. Each time he rocked himself upward, I heard my entire bedroom wall shake from the force of my body slamming into it. He pulled out, then thrust up and in. I whimpered. Out, then in. Out then in. He sped up again, but with the same intensity. I swear I heard plaster cracking behind me. I squeezed my fingers harder against his back, feeling my nails digging into his flesh.

Our bodies started shaking as one. I was so hot, sweat was leaving wet trails all over my skin. My father’s perspiration mixed with mine, creating a sloppy, dripping mess. I even felt something damp dribbling down the middle of my ass crack.

My daddy roared suddenly as he lunged up, hard. Then he held still, trembling as he clung to me. His entire lower half started convulsing and I felt his cock swell as it seemed to lodge itself deeper than before.

“ELLIE!” he cried out, too loud. And then I felt it. Like molten, liquid ecstasy, his cum erupted inside my cunt. I felt it spraying me, coating me from within.

Another orgasm sent my body into a series of convulsions to match his, even as he held me pinned against my wall. I came so hard, I could literally feel a deluge of liquid spilling out of me, leaking past daddy’s cock and down my thighs. Meanwhile, he continued to unload. Over and over, he sprayed his seed. It was so fucking hot! Our bodies continued to grind against each other, my nails still digging into his skin. He shot another load and then his body gave a final shudder.

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