The Night After the Day Before

The machine keeps coughing out balls at various angles and speed, and although I say it myself, my return of serve is getting really good! 

Our tennis court is used by mum and dad and their friends a lot, and we are glad we went for a tarmac surface rather than grass which is incredibly high maintenance and can’t be used for over half the year. 

I’m wearing my tennis outfit. Short pleated skirt, little white panties, and white airtex top. I haven’t worn this stuff since high school, and somehow it makes me feel quite sexy. Games was the only time we could get away with short skirts and showing our panties. The nuns didn’t seem to mind! 

My dad opens the chain link door and wanders in. He watches me for a while, and perhaps it’s my imagination, or am I sticking my bum out more than I really need to? After about ten minutes, he walks to the opposite end of the court and pulls the ball machine away. He picks up one of my spare rackets, and begins to knock around with me. He could easily beat me in a match, and has done many, many times. So we enjoy a pleasant knock up for about 20 minutes. He is steadily increasing the pace and varying the shots. Lobs, I hate, but they do make me reach up high and expose my tummy. 

Eventually he gets bored. He hasn’t broken a sweat, yet I’m a hot mess. My hair is plastered to my forehead, and my so-called airtex top is sticking to me. I am sweaty between my legs too….it IS just sweat,…isn’t it? 

We sit side by side on the court side benches, and dad talks about my game and how I’m improving. 

(Oddly, I’m not sure of my age in this dream. Usually I am absolutely fixed on an age in my sexual dreams. Not this time.)

As we talk, dad puts his hand on my knees which are clamped together, I notice. Very virginal! His hand moves down, into that little gap just below my knees. Then it moves up, exerting the slightest pressure on my knees where they touch. I let my knees part. Slowly, so slowly, his hand travels up, and equally slowly, I let my legs open, and soon he is touching my panties. My heart is racing because all there is between his hand and my vagina is a thin layer of rapidly dampening cotton. Rapidly dampening? What am I talking about. I’m wet, and I know it. 

Dad presses and moves his fingers in all the right places, and now my mouth is dry as well. I can’t talk anymore, but then, maybe words aren’t necessary. Expertly, he slips a finger under the leg hole and between my vaginal lips. A gentle push and he has a finger in me. It feels huge, but very, very pleasant. I feel him curl his finger into a come here” gesture and immediately I clamp my legs tight because I think I’m going to wet myself. That doesn’t last long though. I relax and soon have my legs spread wide. 

He takes my hand and places it in his lap. No. Actually, he places it on his exposed cock. When did he unzip himself? When did he take his pants and shorts off? Oh well, that’s the beauty of dreams. They take care of the awkward logistics for you. I curl my fingers around his cock and he shows me how to wank him. It feels amazing. I feel so strong, so powerful, to have had this effect on him. 

He take his finger out of me and I mew with frustration. 

And then I am lying on my back on the court. He is between my legs, and I feel him fiddling around with my panties. Is he going to put that finger back in me? I hope so. 

But he doesn’t. Instead, I feel something much, much bigger, and I know it’s his cock. He kisses me gently and equally gently, he cups my breast under my top. He buries his face in my armpit and inhales deeply. I feel his cock twitch. My sweaty scent is turning him on. 

And then I feel him slowly sliding inside me. He is taking infinite care that he doesn’t hurt me, but he needn’t worry. It feels glorious. He is stretching me to my limits, yet all I want is more. More of him. More of the cock that made me deep in me. When the thrusting begins, I feel myself matching his movements. My legs are wrapped around him and crossed over his back. He fucks me. My dad is making love to me on the tennis court. I must look a sight! A tennis outfit that is way too small for me, pubic hair, and breasts that stopped growing when I was 13. 

Somehow, subtlety, I feel a change in his rhythm. An urgency. Something new. The rhythm is t smooth anymore and the pushes feel like he is trying to resist them. Something’s wrong. Then I realise, he is worried about cumming inside me. 

I hear mum’s voice. (Strange how dreams can make anything right..overcome any problem) she is very close to us. “It’s alright, Allan. Cum inside her. It’s what she wants…it’s what YOU want. All those nights when I made you cum into her used panties, or wore them while you pretended I was Anna. Go on, my darling, cum in her.” 

I feel my orgasm tear through me, and, as usual when I cum in my sleep, I wake up mid cum. I know I’ve been calling out obscenities. (Mum told me years ago that my wet dreams can be heard!…what a turn on THAT was!) I reach between my legs to make sure I’ve finished myself. The orgasm roars into life again. This time, I close my eyes and see us on that tennis court floor. Me, my little pleated skirt up round my waist, my white panties pulled aside and my dad’s cock firmly in my vag. More in control of my voice, I whisper, “Oh, Daddy, fuck me. Cum in my cunt.” As the orgasm tears me from reality.