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Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter XI ~ Amy
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 8 August 2009
Looking back now, my mind was just a mass of confusion, excitement, arousal, turbulence, and utter desire. I was just a little girl. At the time though, I was thinking that I had finally come to the point of being an adult. My Daddy was carrying me upstairs to his bed, and while I had only the vaguest notion of what was about to happen between us, I knew enough to know that while I was a little frightened, I was also aroused beyond description. I wanted him. I knew that he wanted me. The knowledge of what was about to happen, no matter how vague it may have been for me, was enough to send me completely over the edge of desire.
I did not appreciate the full extent of the fact that my Daddy was about to make love to me. I had an idea of what would happen, yes. But it wasn't until later that night that I gained a full appreciation for what was happening between us. I don't know if I can accurately describe what happened, what I felt, what it all meant to me, but I'll try. I think it's important.
I think that on some level, this is something that almost every little girl in the world wants. When people say that there's a special bond between father and daughter, they sometimes forget the very strong sexual component that exists there. While young girls may not be able to articulate specifically what they want the relationship with their father to be, there is an undeniable sexual undercurrent to every father-daughter relationship. Just because many people do not act upon it does not mean that it's not there. I know that in my case, Uncle Steve had effectively become my father; what I felt for and about him was exactly the same thing that I would have felt for my biological father.
To this day, some twenty years later, I still remember how I felt that day. My Daddy loved me. This was the main theme that ran through my mind: Daddy loves me, and he's about to show me how much he loves me. As he carried me to his bed, I can remember feeling so very safe, so loved and protected in his arms. When we reached his room, he laid me on his bed, and then climbed up next to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he just held me close, kissing my head, my hair, holding my hands and kissing my fingers. Regardless of everything that has happened between us since that first day, I think that I have never felt so loved, so cherished, as I did that evening. Without saying a word, Daddy made me feel that I was the only person in the world that he loved or cared about. That feeling is impossible to describe.
Daddy sat up on the bed, lifting me up with him. He cupped both hands on either side of my face, leaning down to kiss me lightly. As his lips met mine, I felt a shock run through my body. When his lips parted, and his tongue gently touched my lips, I parted them, letting him press his tongue into my mouth to play with mine. At almost the same moment, we both drew in a deep breath, and the kiss deepened. I felt Daddy's hand come around to cup the back of my head, holding me to his mouth as he explored mine with his tongue. Tentatively at first, I extended my tongue, reaching into his mouth with it, tasting him. I felt faint with my desire for more of him.
We kissed that way for the longest time, first mouth to mouth, then with Daddy's lips exploring my neck, my throat, the little hollow spot behind my ears. I was squirming now, utterly caught up in what was happening, in the bliss of my Daddy loving me this way. My body felt as though it was on fire. I could feel myself beginning to perspire, feel little electric-like shocks running through me. I whimpered with each touch of his lips against my skin.
Lifting his head, cupping my face in his hands again, Daddy looked into my eyes for a long moment. He leaned his head down until our foreheads were touching. Every fiber and nerve in my body was aware of his closeness to me.
"You are so very beautiful, Amy, and I love you so very much," he whispered. "I want this first time to be all about you, okay? Don't you even thinnk about what you're supposed to do. Just let me love you, okay? And if you want me stop, at any point, just tell me, and we'll stop. This is about you, not me, and if you're uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me."
I nodded. "Okay, Daddy. But I'm not going to tell you to stop. I want this too much."
I felt him reach down and take the bottom of my tee shirt in his hands, lifting it slowly. I raised my arms for him so he could lift it over my head, suddenly a little self-conscious about my boyish, little girl body. My nervousness was relieved, though, when I heard him sigh deeply.
"My God, you're so beautiful, Baby," he whispered.
I felt him gently pushing me back on the bed; I maneuvered myself so that I could lay back, my head resting on the pillow. At first I didn't know what to do with my hands; then, I felt Daddy's lips on my skin again, lightly kissing my throat, then moving down to my chest. When he began to kiss and lick my nipples, my hands moved by themselves to cup his head, holding him there as I arched my back, pressing myself up against his face. As his thumb rubbed gently against one nipple, I felt his teeth close on the other, and I sucked in a deep breath of air as the sensation shot straight to my pussy. I tightened my fingers in his hair, pressing my chest upwards harder as he continued to scrape the sensitive flesh with his teeth.
Daddy forced himself up and away from me, over my protesting whimpers. I felt his hands as he reached down and unfastened my shorts, then pulled the zipper down. Kneeling beside my thigh, he slid them down my legs, then over my feet and off as I drew my legs up to help him. Staring into my eyes, he then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly removing them as well. I lay there staring at him, completely naked and waiting for him to continue.
As he began to lean back down to kiss me again, I stopped him with one hand on his chest.
"Daddy, please. I want to see you, too. Take your clothes off, please?"
He rose to his knees again beside me, lifting his tee shirt over his head and throwing it aside. With just a slight hesitation, he unfastened his jeans, then rolled to his back, lifting his hips and shoving both his jeans and his boxers down his legs. He pulled them off, then removed his socks. As he moved again to return to his knees, my eyes were drawn to his cock, standing stiff and rigid from his body. Quickly, I rose to my knees.
"Wait, Daddy... Can I... Can I touch it, please?" I was breathless with excitement.
Daddy nodded. "Yes, Baby, if you want to."
I sat down cross legged in front of Daddy, his cock mere inches from my face. I felt an odd sense of wonder as I stared at it. It seemed to be throbbing; for something that I thought was rather funny looking when flaccid, there was a strange beauty to it now that it was hard and erect, and so close to me. I reached out with one hand and lightly ran the pads of my fingers down its length. It was hot to the touch, hard and soft at the same time. The top of it felt like velvet; I couldn't stop my fingers from returning there over and over, fascinated with this thing that I would soon become very well acquainted with. I wanted to never let go of it.
As I continued to run the fingertips of one hand up and down the length of Daddy's cock, I reached up with my other hand and cupped his balls, hearing him gasp as my fingers closed around them. I weighed them in my hand; they felt heavy and warm, moving easily beneath his skin. I knew that a boy's balls were very sensitive, so I just held them gently. With my other hand, I ran my fingertips slowly up the underside of Daddy's cock, hearing him gasp again. I looked up to find him staring down at me, his eyes kind of glazed over as he stared at me.
"Oohh, Amy," he whispered, "you don't have any idea how completely beautiful and sexy you are, do you?"
I felt myself blush at this, and ducked my head down to hide my face. When I did, the bridge of my nose bumped Daddy's cock, and I heard him gasp again. It felt oddly nice against the skin of my face, so I wrapped my fingers around it in the middle, and rubbed my cheek against the end of it. My mind and body were a rush of sensations and emotions now. I was on fire with physical need, my body crying out for attention and release. I could feel a wetness seeping from my pussy, a warmth deep in my belly that threatened to ignite itself into a wildfire. At the same time, I wanted, I needed to give. I needed to give of myself to Daddy. His gasps and quiet moans told me that he was enjoying what was happening. But I didn't know what to do.
Still holding his cock to my cheek, nuzzling it lightly, I looked up at Daddy.
"What do I do now, Daddy?"
"I think you should lie back, and let me make love to you first, Baby."
"But I want to, Daddy. I want to learn how to make you feel good. Please tell me, Daddy. Tell me what to do."
"Oh, God, Princess... If that's what you want..." I nodded. "Then wrap your fingers around it, Baby, like this." Daddy adjusted my fingers around the shaft of his cock.
"Now just stroke it up and down, Baby. Slowly at first. Oh, God yes, that's it, Amy. Just like that..."
I still had the end of it against my cheek, and I kept nuzzing it, rubbing my cheek up and down and back and forth over it. It felt so nice, so hot and velvety, and my heart was singing because I knew that it was because of me that Daddy's cock was so big and stiff. I had done this to him, and I was making him feel the things he was feeling right now. I felt so much love for him that I thought I wold burst.
Without even thinking about it, I brought the end of his cock to my lips and kissed it lightly. I heard Daddy groan loudly, so I kissed it again, bringing another groan from Daddy, and a slight forward thrust of his hips, pushing his cock against my mouth.
"Use your tongue, Baby," I heard him whisper. "Just lick it with your tongue."
I extended my tongue, touching the tip of it to the end of his cock, then licking underneath it. As Daddy groaned again, I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, holding my head in place as he began to move his hips slowly back and forth. Feeling a bit more confident now, I stopped stroking his cock, using my hand to move it around so that I could lick and kiss it everywhere. All over the end, down the shaft, along the underside; I licked and kissed Daddy's cock, delighted at the sounds that were now coming from him. I felt powerful, somehow.
I'm not quite sure how it happened. I mean, I didn't plan to do it, and I certainly didn't have any real clue of what I was doing. Somehow, in the process of licking the end of Daddy's cock, my mouth opened and it slid inside. Daddy groaned loudly, and his fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair.
"Oh, Jesus, yes, Baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Suck Daddy's cock, Princess. Just suck it for Daddy."
Suck it? I thought. I gave a mental shrug, and sealed my lips tightly to the warm flesh in my mouth, sucking on it, feeling my cheeks hollow. Daddy pushed his hips forward, sliding more of his cock into my mouth, until I had about half of it inside, and couldn't take any more of it without gagging or choking. As though I were born to do this, I began to use my tongue as Daddy started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth. In one hand, I felt his balls tighten, pulling up against his body, with my other hand I felt his cock swell even more.
"Oh, my fucking Christ," Daddy shouted. "Baby, if you don't stop, I'm going to come." It didn't feel like he wanted me to stop, though. His fingers were tangled in my hair, kind of sliding my head back and forth as he thrust himself in and out of my mouth.
He was pushing hard enough that I had to let go of his balls and lean back on one hand to hold myself up. I didn't stop, though. While I wasn't conscious of exactly what I had discovered, I know now that I was experiencing that elusive power that women seem to have over men. I may have been only eleven years old, but I knew in that moment that I was in the process of becoming a woman. I also knew that if this was part of being a woman, it couldn't happen soon enough to suit me.
All of a sudden, I felt Daddy give a powerful push forward with his hips, shoving his cock up against the back of my throat. Immediately, I felt something hot and slick squirt out of the tip, splashing against the back of my throat, making me cough and choke for a moment. Hot, sticky fluid leaked out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin, dripping onto my chest. Daddy groaned loudly again and pulled his cock from my mouth. Still stroking his cock with one hand, I watched as another stream of the stuff shot of his cock to splash against my cheek and nose. It kept squirting out, coating my cheeks, nose, and lips. I could feel it running down my face and dripping on my chest. I wasn't quite sure what I'd done, but I knew it must have been good, because Daddy slowly sank backwards until he was sitting on his heels. I continued to stroke his cock with one hand as it began to soften, bringing my other hand back to caress his balls again.
I just sat there, caressing him, looking into his eyes. He stared at me for long, long moments, and then he said, "Jesus Christ, Amy. That was... That was... Fucking Christ!"
I suddenly felt shy again. "Did I do it good, Daddy?" I asked.
"Good? Princess, you did so much better than good. That was... I've never felt... I mean... God, Amy, that was so amazing!"
I saw him reach for the tee shirt that he'd been wearing.
"Come here, Baby," he said. "Let's get you cleaned up a little."
I lifted my face to him, and let him gently wipe that warm sticky stuff from my face. Then he dabbed at my chest and stomach. I was a mess! Daddy got most of it cleaned up, though, then he lay down on his back and pulled me down next to him. I curled up against his side with my hand on his chest, his arm around me. I slid one leg over his. This just felt so... Right, somehow. Then I heard Daddy laugh quietly.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, I was supposed to make this all about you the first time. And here you just take over, and give me the best blow job I've ever had in my life. For a beginner, Baby, you sure do seem to have a natural talent for this."
"Blow job?" I said curiously.
"Oral sex, Baby," said Daddy. "Using your mouth to give someone an orgasm. When you do that for a man, the common term is 'blow job.' "
I felt myself blush. "I liked it, Daddy."
Daddy turned onto his side so he was facing me. As he kissed me lightly, I felt his hand on my leg, sliding up until he was caressing my pussy lightly. I pulled in a sharp breath at this first real contact from someone other than myself, lifting one leg so that he could touch me more easily. I felt him break the kiss.
"It's your turn, Baby. I want to show you how good it can be for you, too."
Daddy moved me so that I was laying on my back with my head on the pillow again. He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue pressing into my mouth. This time, I wasn't tentative about it; I shoved my own tongue into his mouth, savoring his taste. My breathing quickly deepened, coming faster as my body remembered that it still needed attention. I felt Daddy's hand slide down over my hip and between my legs again, this time, one finger slid slowly through my slit. I spread my legs further, loving this, as he broke the kiss.
"I guess you did like that, Baby," he said. "You're soaking wet."
He was looking into my eyes, and again I felt myself blush at his words.
"Oh, no, Baby," Daddy said, "don't be embarrassed. You have no idea how much of a compliment it is that you're so wet for Daddy."
With that, he began to kiss me again, all over. My nose, my cheeks, my neck and throat, down over my chest, returning to my nipples. God, how that excited me, when he sucked and bit at my nipples! I completely forgot to be embarrassed at my lack of boobs, it felt so good. When I felt his hand return between my legs, stroking my pussy, caressing me, I spread my legs further, feeling a hunger for that touch that I couldn't quite explain. As his finger ran gently up and down, stroking through the furrow of my wet slit again, my hips thrust upwards involuntarily. I whimpered softly, craving more from him.
I felt Daddy shift his position, moving so that he was laying between my legs, his chest pressing down against my pussy. His hands were at my chest, his thumbs rubbing and caressing my nipples as he kissed my belly and my sides, my ribs and down to my hips. I couldn't get enough of his touch. He was my Daddy, but he was more than that, too. He was the man I loved, and I wanted him. I couldn't have really defined what that meant, but I wanted him, nonetheless.
As his mouth moved to my thighs, kissing me lightly, gently licking and nipping at my skin, my hands again tangled in his hair. I didn't try to control his movements, I just wanted my hands on him as he caressed me. His head moved slowly back up across my stomach to my belly button, his tongue leaving a wet trail of electric shocks behind it. I could feel a warm wetness flowing freely from my pussy now, dripping down into the crack of my butt and soaking the comforter beneath me. My pussy felt like it was a thing apart from me, alive and on fire.
I knew instictively what Daddy was going to do. I also knew that it wasn't going to satisfy me. Not tonight, not this time. I knew the mechanics of sex. I didn't really know anything about it, but I knew how it was supposed to work. And I knew, suddenly and in that moment, that I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel him within me, connected to me, part of me. Tightening my fingers in his hair, I lifted his head.
"Daddy, wait," I said. "I... I want..." My voice trailed off.
"Do you want me to stop, Baby?" he asked. "Is it too much, too soon?"
"No, Daddy. I just... I... I want you to... I know how it's supposed to work, Daddy. I want you to make love to me. I mean, really make love to me. Please, Daddy... Make love to me."
"Baby, are you sure about this?"
I nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Please... I... I want you inside of me. Please..."
Daddy slid up along my body and kissed me gently.
"Only if you're sure, Princess. And only if you know that it might hurt a little bit at first."
"It's okay, Daddy. I want it, really. I want to feel you inside of me."
"Then the best way to do this the first time is to let you control things, Baby. You'll need to be on top of me. That way, you can go as fast or as slow as you're comfortable with. And Amy... Remember, if it's too uncomfortable, or you want to stop, just tell me to stop, okay?"
"I know, Daddy," I said. "But I've come too far to stop now."
Daddy moved so that he was laying on his back next to me. I felt him slip one arm beneath me, helping me to roll over so that I was straddling his waist, my pussy rubbing against his belly, his hands on my hips. I felt him tug at my hips, pulling me towards his face. As I looked at him, he said, "Trust me, Baby, we need to make sure that you're ready for this."
With his hands on my hips, Daddy pulled my up farther, closer to his face, until I was kneeling with my pussy just over his mouth. I looked down to watch as his mouth opened, his tongue extended, and then he licked; a long, slow sensuous lick along my wet slit. As the tip of his tongue touched... Something... I cried out sharply and I dropped my weight onto Daddy's face. This was amazing! What had he done? I didn't know; all I knew was he'd better not stop! I began to grind my pussy against his mouth, wanting more and more of this incredible sensation.
I felt Daddy's mouth close over my pussy, felt him sucking my flesh into his mouth, his tongue exploring along my slit. I was in heaven. I'd never had any idea that anything could feel so good. I felt him moving beneath me, felt his tongue move backwards, towards my butt, and then I felt it stab at my butt hole. I felt a moment of shock, followed by amazement at how lovely this felt. As his tongue moved back to my pussy again, I felt his hand cupping one butt cheek, his fingers sliding along the crack there, then one finger touched my butt hole, lightly pressing in on it. I was moaning continuously now, my hips thrusting back and forth as I dragged my pussy over Daddy's lips. I could feel that I was on the edge of something, though I didn't know what it was. There was this enormous pressure inside my body, centered on my pussy, and I knew that if I didn't let it go, I'd just burst with frustration.
I almost screamed with that frustration as Daddy pushed me back down away from his mouth. He slid me down his body, towards his cock. As my pussy came near it, he lifted me up slightly, so that it settled into my slit. Involuntarily, I ground myself down against Daddy's cock, hungrily rubbing my pussy against it, my hips thrusting back and forth. Daddy put his hands on my hips and held me, forcing me to stop for a moment.
"Are you ready to try this, Baby?" he asked.
I nodded. "Oh, yes, Daddy. Please... Make love to me. Now, Daddy, please..."
"Lift up, Baby," he said softly. "Just lift up for a minute."
I raised myself up on my knees. I could feel Daddy reaching down and taking his cock in his hand, holding it straight up so that the end of it was rubbing against my pussy. He slowly rubbed it back and forth until he felt the entrance to my pussy, then he stopped and just held it there.
"Now take your time, Princess. Just lower yourself onto Daddy's cock. Go slowly, and take your time so that you can get used to this, okay?"
I nodded, and then began to push my hips down. I was so very wet; at first, it was easy to get it to start sliding into me. I felt the tip of it slide into my pussy, and when the whole end was in, I gasped. I'd never felt anything so beautiful, so amazing. My Daddy's cock was inside of me, he was making love to me! I thought I was going to die from loving him so much! I continued to press down, slowly. It was a strange feeling. I felt full, and the friction of his cock slipping into my pussy was beyond description. If I had died right then, I would have died a very happy little girl.
I got a little bit more of Daddy's cock into my pussy when all of a sudden, I felt something stopping me. There was something inside me that wouldn't let it go in any further. I whimpered with frustration. I knew that there had to be more than this. But when I tried to push it further in, it hurt. This must be what Daddy had meant about it hurting the first time.
Daddy still had his hands on my hips. He looked up at me and said, "Okay, Baby. This is the part's going to hurt a little. But it will only hurt this time, I promise. It's better if we go fast, and get it over with, okay? Are you ready to try that?"
"Oh, Daddy, yes. I need this. I need it now, please. Just do it."
"Kiss me, Baby," Daddys said.
I leaned down and kissed him, my tongue automatically sliding into his mouth. As I did, I felt his fingers tighten on my hips; suddenly, he pushed me down hard onto his cock, at the same time thrusting up with his hips. I felt a sharp, burning pain deep in my pussy, and I cried out, breaking the kiss and burying my face in his neck. It hurt! I lay there, crying softly against his neck as he comforted me.
"Shh... Just relax, Baby. We have all night. Just relax until it doesn't hurt anymore, okay?"
I nodded. Daddy's hands caressed my back, my hair, my butt as he kissed my neck and my ear, my shoulder. He didn't move, he just held himself there, motionless, as I adjusted to this new feeling, waiting for the pain to fade. It faded quite quickly actually, and soon I gingerly began to move my hips a little. Oh, this was wonderful! It was strange and exciting and most of all, it felt better than anything I had ever imagined! I pushed myself up on my arms and looked at Daddy, smiling.
"Daddy, you're doing it! You're making love to me!"
"Are you sure you're okay, Baby?" Daddy said. "It doesn't hurt too much?"
"It just burns a little, Daddy," I said. "But it's fine. Oh, Daddy, it's wonderful!"
"Just take your time, Baby. We have all the time in the world, you know."
I leaned down and kissed him lightly. "I know," I whispered. "We have forever and ever. I love you, Daddy. I love you so much."
As I slowly adjusted to the feeling of being so full, I became more and more aroused. Neither of us had to move. Just feeling Daddy, buried so deeply inside my pussy, was sending little shock waves through my body. Even just drawing a breath created enough movement to make me completely aware of exactly where Daddy's cock was. As I adjusted, I began to move a bit more boldly, sliding myself up and down on Daddy's cock, feeling the delicious friction inside of me. I couldn't believe how good this felt! Not just physically, either - there was an almost overpowering emotional joy and pleasure that came with this. I didn't fully understand this at the time. Now, looking back, I know that it was because we truly loved and cared for each other so very deeply. It was that love, that emotional connection between us that made this so unbelievably perfect and beautiful.
In my eagerness, I think that I was moving too fast for Daddy. He suddenly lifted his upper body so that he was face to face with me, his cock still buried in my pussy, and he kissed me. Then, gently, he maneuvered me so that I was on my back, and he was holding himself poised above me on his arms. Even with all the movement, his cock never left the safe warmth of my pussy. I felt his hips move, and he glided into me until I felt his balls press up against my butt. I gasped at the fullness, the incredible pleasure this caused me.
Still holding himself above me, Daddy shifted his hips, slowly pulling his cock from inside of me. I whimpered, and then sighed as I felt him slide slowly back inside of me. He began to move in a steady rhythm, slowly, in and out of me. I thought that I might faint, the pleasure was so overpowering. I brought my arms up and laced my fingers behind Daddy's neck, lifting my head to kiss him again, my tongue sliding hungrily into his mouth.There were waves of something I had never felt before building inside of my body as Daddy's cock slid in and out of my pussy. I could feel how wet I had become, the moisture flowing down to coat Daddy's balls, down over my ass until I was laying in a wet patch on the comforter. My thoughts were becoming incoherent now, everything was focused on my pussy, and the sensations that Daddy's cock was causing me to feel. I lifted my feet so that my legs were hooked behind Daddy's knees, thrusting my hips up to meet his downward strokes, gasping in pleasure as he began to move faster and faster.
"Oh, God, Daddy," I whispered hoarsely, "don't stop. Love me, Daddy. Make love to me, don't ever stop. You feel so good, Daddy. I love you. I love you so much, Daddy..." I kept babbling on, begging him not to ever stop, to make this go on forever. I could feel something building inside of me, a warmth, a pressure, a force... Something that refused to be stopped or denied. I pulled myself up, burying my face in his neck as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my pussy. With every stroke, when our pubic bones slammed together, I felt a shock wave run through my body. With every stroke, I felt myself lifted higher and higher on some unknown plane, a relentless driving force that I couldn't refuse, even though I knew that somehow, when it had finished with me, this experience would be over.
My feet slid upwards until I could lock my ankles behind Daddy's butt, pulling him into me, trying desperately to lock him in place so that he could never remove that glorious cock from inside of me. I wanted him to keep it there always, to never remove it. I left one arm hooked around his neck, and reached my other hand down to grip his butt, digging my fingers into the warm flesh, pulling him tightly to me. I could smell his skin, my face buried in the hollow of his neck, mingled with the smell of our sweat, of the fluid leaking from between my legs. Never had I felt that my senses were drowning before, but now, I knew precisely what that phrase meant.
By now, Daddy was slamming his cock in and out of me. I was completely incoherent, beyond anything that even remotely resembled rational thought. I was aware of three things: Daddy's cock, my pussy, and the tidal wave of sensation that I was drowning in. My entire universe consisted of those three things. Without warning, I felt an urgency in Daddy's movements; instinctively, I knew what was about to happen, and it drove me over the edge.
I couldn't form any kind of a sentence, or even a single word. I was only able to grunt and moan and whimper as I felt Daddy's body go rigid, felt his cock swell impossibly thicker in my pussy. When he groaned loudly, his cock spasming inside of me, and I felt that first hot stream of his fluid squirt out into my pussy, I screamed, a long, high-pitched kind of wailing that I couldn't control. My pussy spasmed as an electric tidal wave washed over me, my body went completely stiff for a moment, then began to shake uncontrollably. I couldn't help it - I bit down on Daddy's neck, hard, as wave after wave of complete ecstasy washed over me.
I was vaguely aware that Daddy was moaning out my name, over and over, as he continued to spill that hot, sticky fluid into the depths of my body. There was so much of it! It began to leak out of me, running in a steady stream down the crack of my butt, pooling beneath me. As my orgasm began to subside, I suddenly began to cry, quietly, just silent tears running down my face. I had never known such happiness, such complete love, not ever before in my life. That was odd, because I was not an unloved child, ever. But this... This went beyond anything that I had ever dreamed.
I felt Daddy slowly sink down and to the side, pulling me with him until I was laying on top of him, his cock still buried in the wet confines of my pussy. I was sobbing quietly. Daddy stroked my hair gently, hushing me, kissing the top of my head.
"Baby... I'm sorry. Was that too much for you? Did I hurt you?"
I couldn't speak for a moment. I just shook my head and pressed myself down against him. I continued to weep silently. To this day, I haven't been able to fully explain to him the depth of the joy that I felt in that moment. That I was crying, literally, tears of complete and utter happiness.
Finally, I was able to speak, though shakily.
"Daddy... Oh, Daddy, I love you so much. That was... Oh, God, Daddy! Is it always like that?"
I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel Daddy's smile. "It can be, Baby. But only when you're very much in love with the person you're with. If you are, then yes, it can always be like that."
"Daddy, that was so... So..." My voice faded. I couldn't find words for it.
"Yes, it was, Baby. And you are absolutely amazing, do you know that?"
"No, I'm not," I said. "I don't even know what I'm doing."
"And that," said Daddy, "is part of what makes you so amazing. You gave me yourself, not your so-called skills or some stupid technique. Just you, completely." He put his hands on the sides of my face, and lifted my head, looking into my eyes. "You gave me yourself, Princess. And that is the most precious gift that you could ever have given to me."
I felt myself starting to cry again. "I love you, Daddy. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I'll always love you."
"And I love you too, Baby. Just remember, you don't ever have to prove your love to me. I know that you love me. You don't need to prove it."
I looked him in the eye and said, "Daddy, I didn't want to do this to prove anything to you. I know I don't have to "prove" my love to you. I wanted to do it because I wanted to "show" you that I love you, not prove it."
"I know, Princess," he said. "I know. And I love you, too. More than you'll ever know."
I snuggled down into Daddy's arms, slowly sliding to one side until I was curled up against him with his arm under my neck. The next thing I knew, it was morning, I was waking up, and Daddy was snoring - yes, snoring! - beside me.
Thus began a long, lovely, fulfilling, and utterly beautiful new kind of relationship with my Daddy.
~ To Be Continued ~