Daddy always says I take after mom in the looks department, and then he always adds, lucky for me. Like he is so cool to me. Daddy looks nothing like me. He has fair hair and I'm dark. He has this distinguished Roman nose, which he says is just big, and mine is this button nose which I hate. People keep saying it's cute. Ugh, cute. My green eyes look nothing like his dark eyes. We are both pale skinned, but that is it for similarities. Daddy sometimes says there was a switch in the hospital except he has also said I was the only baby there that week.
Since mom died when I was young, Daddy has been there for me even in embarrassing times, like my first period. He doesn't know that I know how much he talked with my Auntie Catherine, mom's sister. But he didn’t turn the job over to Auntie Catherine, tempting as I sure it must have been. He thinks I don't know, like a man could have done it all himself. Fer sure. Because he has always been there for me we have very open talks about everything. I mean, it's hard to be embarrassed with your Dad when he was the one to explain Tampax and it's use in very graphic details although he did put Auntie Catherine on the phone about the practical aspects of actual use, like how it felt.
Like one time when my little tits were just coming out I did this self-examine, Daddy is like a religious kook on exams because mom died of breast cancer and I thought I had cancer, you know those little bumps you get that are just the ducts and things but I didn't know. I freaked out thinking I was going to die. Daddy felt them too but he was so cool and immediately called Auntie Catherine while searching the Internet, only to find from both that these little bumps were natural. The secret of breast exams was to do them often enough that you could tell the bumps that are normal and those that haven’t been there before. I was so freaked that I had him help with the exams for several months until I wasn't freaked anymore and it seemed normal again. Oh, and for the pervs out there, no, it wasn’t sexual at all. There is nothing sexual about cancer and Daddy was like a doctor. Oh God, since I am like supposed to be telling everything here, I guess I have to confess, that once I began to feel okay about not being sick I started to like having him feeling my little titties, bad girl that I am. Daddy was the perfect gentleman. Enough confession time.
I grew up with casual nudity and Daddy made sure I didn't have any irrational dread of skin that many of my friends have. They are just so weird about skin. I mean, what is the big deal? Daddy and I shared a shower. Mom's family had been nudists so every summer when we got together with Auntie Catherine, Uncle Jake, and the cousins it was at a nudist place. Hard to be weird about skin when you spend weeks surrounded by it. And it wasn't all sex either, you perv. I mean, sure, there was going to the oaks. The teens all knew if somebody said they had gone off to the oaks it meant they had sex. My cousin, Kev tried to talk me into it but I wasn't ready. It wouldn't have matter if we were wearing swimsuits or nothing.
It’s funny. I just read an article about some idiot psychologist; he testified at a trial that when a woman allowed some teenage boys to see her nude, she had caused them harm. Just seeing skin is harmful. Yet, I met, like thousands of people that spend part of the year in nudist resorts and all of their kids were completely normal. Every kid I met at those nudist places were normal. I think it is just the opposite: it is the weird vibes of parents who never are nude around their kids that harms them, not seeing skin that is harmful. If those boys were ‘harmed’ by seeing skin, it was because they were already made nuts by their parents and seeing the skin ran into the insanity from their parents and came to the surface. That is just my opinion but I saw it for myself.
So that was me, and I think I was pretty normal. Or maybe I was clueless.
Most days, I woke up to an empty house, or Daddy was just going out the door. This one day, I had a special project and had asked him to make sure I got up earlier than usual so he could give me a ride to school. Daddy told me some of this after so I'll just put it all together for you so it is easier to understand. Like, why can't text book writers do that, make it easy to understand, huh?
He knocked at my door. No answer. Like I could sleep through a tornado, or so he says. He opened the door and the light punctured the darkness in the room and lit a wedge to my bed. I was on the bed, my dark hair spilling around my face so I looked like some Symbolist painting of a beautiful girl’s face. Isn't that just cool the way he described it. I had to Google the Symbolists and they did paint lots of naked women so I guess that is why. Anyway, I sleep in the nude, a habit I picked up at the resorts. I had kicked off the covers and in a glance Daddy saw me.
He had seen me nude plenty of times and it shouldn’t have been a big deal, I mean any more than being at camp. So what. But there was something different about a sleeping woman, so helpless and unaware of his staring. It was as if I were inviting him to feast his eyes on the youthful loveliness and he did. I looked this up and the word is voyeur. People can get like way sexually excited by being just looking, a voyeur. I guess Daddy was a little bit of one. The things you learn.
My breathing was slow, causing my breasts to move up and down in this little regular pattern. My tits were topped with roseate nipples. He looked at my loins, highlighted with a small dark patch at the bottom of my smooth belly. God, isn't that just romantic the way he described it. I'm getting excited just remembering how he told me.
What happened next still seems very unreal to him even to this day. He says it was some temporary mental lapse, as if his brain quit working right for some moments. It was as if he had never seen this lovely young woman before. Who was she? It was as if I was a stranger; a beautiful, young, naked and unknown woman. What was she doing here? Crazy, but I don’t know how else to explain what happened to Daddy next.
Like an automaton, he moved towards me, the gravity of my twin moons pulling him like the tides. Yeah, he said exactly that and maybe he was a bit crazy at the moment 'cuz that sounds a bit weird to me, twin moons? Please. He stood over my bed looking down at me, wondering who this woman was and why she was here laid out like a sacrifice to the Goddess of Virginity. I liked that part, me the Goddess of Virginity.
Gently, very gently his hand touched me between the legs. He could feel the heat in his fingers. Slowly, of its own volition, his hand moved over me as his mind and will stood by like an uninvolved spectator. That sounds a bit creepy to me. He knelt beside the bed as his hand slid down between my legs, slightly spread, and allowing access to my nether regions. I think I must have been aware about then 'cuz I started having this dream, you know the kind of dream. Anyway, he stared at my breasts, moving slowly up and down. He laid his hand on the nearest breast, circling the nipple slowly. My God but that dream was taking off. He was in a state of wonderment. I was in a different state. My skin was warm and soft, where he had expected cold hard marble, as if I were a statue rather than his daughter. I think my skin was warm 'cuz of the dream I was having.
The heat of my loins drew his hand on until he was cupping my entire pussy, the middle finger gently pressing between the lips. It sank into the molten depths. He was surprised to find me already wet with arousal. Not just damp, but awash in it. God, if had been seeing my dream he wouldn't have been surprised. He glanced at my face but there was no sign I was awake, maybe a slight fluttering of the eyelids as if in a dream. If he only knew. He supposed I was dreaming since the whole thing was playing out like a dream, since it was dreamlike to him. He would make it a dream I would remember. Oh Lord, he did too.
The palm of his hand cupped the top of my pussy, while the fingers massaged my labia and deeper into my cootchie. I think I was beginning to wake up, that half way state as my hips began to move some, then a little more as they matched the rhythm of his hand. I could feel my nipples grow hard and distended as he rolled them with his hand. I definitely was waking up now but it still seemed a little dreamlike anyway as I began making little uffing noises. My eyes were still closed because I was afraid this would all go away if I opened them so Daddy thought I was still asleep. Like how could I be asleep through this?
My hips were bouncing now; Daddy was worried I would wake up, and he began to withdraw his hand. As it moved away, I grabbed his wrist forcing it back. My eyes flashed open and saw it was Daddy. I didn't even have time to be surprised or offended or anything like I was 'supposed' to feel because the truth was, in my dream it had been Daddy doing it to me. There was no confusion as I had just been 'seeing' him in dream and there he was. I just wanted it to go on. My voice heavy with lust, I said “Faster, Daddy.”
I know this is the good part but I just want to take a moment to thank my editor, Mr. O'Steele for making this totally beautiful picture of me. I don't look anywhere as beautiful as he makes me look. My hair is actually like really long it's just in this pose it was all behind me so you can' see it. - Laura
Daddy stared, his eyes getting real wide, "Laura?"
I pressed his hand back into my kittie and hunched against it. “Please, faster!” This was something I had never felt before and I didn't want it to stop.
His fingers moved back into me, rubbing and stroking from clitoris to vagina. I shut my eyes again, my whole body was just becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. My fingers were on my breasts, teasing my nipples, completely unselfconscious in a dream, pulling on them like I was masturbating but this was so much better 'cuz I had four hands! Daddy told me he was spellbound watching me. He had never imagined me like this, writhing in sexual heat. Poor Daddy having to see his daughter as a woman before he was ready.
His cock grew to its full length, bobbing and pulsing as it stuck straight out from his loins. It began leaking precum which splashed onto the floor.
I curled up, locking his hand between my legs as my pussy convulsed, the juices oozing over his hands as the biggest cum I had ever had just ripped through me. My body jerked several times until I lay back on the bed. I could see Daddy's enormous cock as the orgasm blasted me and it made it so much better. My head fell back on the pillow. My legs relaxed and fell away. I was the picture of sexual satiation, hair in disarray, a sexual flush on my chest, my breath in ragged gasps. Or so Daddy told me. Inside, I was overwhelmed. I had never had a cum like that. It was so intense.
I felt Daddy pull his hand away and saw it glistening with my cum: his daughter’s cum. I knew it was a sinful transgression but tell the truth it felt so cool at the same time, my Daddy made me cum like blockbusters.
Daddy's face fell as he turned and ran from the room which was way too bad because I had just been about to reach out and touch his erection never having seen one before, at least not in the flesh. The house was empty by the time I rolled out of bed. I got to school in time for my project, barely. Daddy certainly made sure I was awake.
Daddy called me for dinner that night and I came out feeling like so totally in love with him. How many girls have been lucky enough to have their first cum from a boy be so good and from their Daddy? He served the plates and sat down. “This looks delicious,” I said.
“Good. I hope you like it,” he answered, straining to sound normal. I could tell.
“By the way, Daddy, I liked breakfast in bed this morning,” I said lightly trying to get the conversation going the way I wanted.
He spit out the bite of salad he had just taken causing me to gasp, then laugh. I mean, I couldn't help it, it was funny
“Laura, that’s not funny.”
“Daddy, you should have seen it, it was funny,” I said, still giggling.
“No, I mean that crack about breakfast in bed,” he said.
"I didn’t say that was funny. I said I liked it. I hope you’ll serve me like that again.”
Daddy just sat there looking at me like his brain couldn't process what I had said. Finally, he asked, “What?”
“I said, I liked it and hoped you would do it again,” I said. “Poor Daddy. I guess I’ll have to confess.”
I distinctly heard the little circuit breakers popping in his head. I was going to confess? He looked like he was the one on trial for molesting his sweet, lovely, virgin daughter.
“Remember when I had you help me with my breast exams?” I asked. He nodded his face still a mask of confusion. “I mean, why do you think I had you help for so long? I liked it when you touched me.” I felt my face burn from a blush. God, I hadn't meant to say that. But now I was into it so I couldn't stop. I just had to make the best of it. I tried smiling even as I was slightly embarrassed and continued, “And the pads? I nearly had several orgasms when you were touching my little poochy. Your fingers would move up and down making sure the pad fit. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. I totally hated it when you finally stopped.” I reached over patted his nerveless hand before continuing.
“Daddy, I have dreams, like, almost every night where you know… I have been wondering ever since how I could get you to touch me again, like you did then. Now I know: breakfast in bed,” I said giggling shyly. Like I said, that dream had been of Daddy and it wasn't the first or the second... Well, you get the idea.
“Laura, I’ve been feeling horrible all day…” he said once again getting that look.
I cut him off, giggling then turned serious. “I guess I can understand, Daddy. I have been so selfish. When I was younger I didn’t know how to make a man feel good like you were making me feel good.”
He sort of choked.
“But I know what to do now. I can make you breakfast in bed, too. Then you won’t feel horrible.”
I think he had missed what I had said since he said, “Laura, I feel bad because I molested you,” his voice cracking as he got out those last socially reprehensible words.
“Don’t be silly,” I said, dismissing airily all the suffering he had been doing. “I bet if I make you feel good, just like you make me, you won’t be so silly. Please Daddy. I’ve been wishing every night that you’d start touching me again and this morning, oh my God, that was incredible,” I said trying to explain to him so he needn't feel guilty.
“But…” he stumbled as I cut him off again.
“Daddy, promise me something on your honor. Tomorrow, you’ll come to my room, just like this morning, everything exactly the same except, you won’t run out like this morning. Promise to wait until I say it’s time. Promise?”
I was being really hard on Daddy, but I needed to get to him. He had always used the Honor promise on me when he really wanted to make me agree to something. Like if he had to be away from home or something. It was a totally sacred promise, not to be broken under any circumstances. And once asked, it was binding. I just don't think he had ever really thought I could turn it back on him this way.
“Promise. You owe me,” I said sternly. I had learned well.
That left him with little choice, at least, the way he had raised me he had no choice. Funny how our own choices can put us in places we’d never think we wanted to be. He nodded.
I took my victory quietly. An Honor promise was no place to crow victory. It meant too much. I couldn't help smiling, “Good.”
We finished dinner and Daddy, now quiet, went off to watch TV as I did my chores cleaning up the dishes and doing homework. I turned in early after a shower.
Oh, the dreams I had that night. I just wish I could remember them all.
I woke up early in that half dreamy state and extremely horny. I could hear Daddy out in the kitchen doing his normal morning things. The coffee grinder, the water running, the sound of brewing.
I heard him shuffle down the hall. There was a long pause before I heard my door open. I lay on the bed, naked, inviting just as I had been the previous day. I must have looked asleep as he shuffled to the bed. I could tell he was wrestling with the promise and whatever social stigma was in his mind. I opened my eyes just a slit so I could see but looked asleep. Awkwardly, he reached out and touched me again. This time, I opened my eyes dreamily. He jerked his hand back. I slowly reached up, took his hand, and led it back between my legs as I smiled. I pressed his hand between my spread legs and closed my eyes. “Do it like my dreams,” I said, my eyes closed and a slight smile on my lips. "You promised."
Oh Lord, his fingers began to caress me. My eyes remained closed, but there was no doubt I was awake this morning as my whole body responded to the caresses. My hands found my nipples and began caressing them. Quickly, I felt the wetness flood my kitty and his fingers easily slid between my lips and caressed and stroked me. God, just like that I was moaning in pleasure, my body was in a hyper ready state from the dreams.
It was very much like the previous morning with one important difference. He knew I was awake and wanted him to do this, and I knew he knew I was awake and that I wanted to be doing this. It was fully consensual. There would be no denying it on either side.
Once again, the orgasm just crashed into me and Daddy watched as I got off on his hands. There was no doubt about me being a fully sexual woman now. As I relaxed I felt him try to pull away. I reached out, slipped my hand under his robe, and wrapped my hand around his cock.
He tried to pull away, only to find that I had one finger around his balls as well. That stopped him in an instant. As the old joke goes, I now had his full attention.
“I told you Daddy that I wasn’t going to be selfish anymore. Now, you can feel good too,” I said. “Take off the robe,” I said as I began stroking his cock. “Off Daddy,” I said with authority. His eyes lit up with mirth at my imperiousness but did as I ordered. He undid the belt and pushed the robe off his shoulders. It pooled at his feet. I smiled in victory, sat up and using both hands now rubbed the pre-cum from his hard cock over the shaft as I continued stroking. I had no idea how turned on he was until I began stroking him a little faster.
With a suddenness that surprised me his cock began spitting out loads of creamy cum. His eyes rolled back as blast after blast of cum spurted, his hips jerking back and forth with each blast like he was fucking my hands. Another dribble and at last and he was drained. Barely able to stand, he opened his eyes to see me smiling at his cock.
“Wow,” was all I could say. I had no idea. I looked down and there were ropes and splatters of cum hanging from my tits, hands, belly, thighs, arms, hands. I even found one long rope on my neck. Thankfully, none had landed on my face.
"Holy shit," Daddy said. "You look like a bukkake girl."
“Jesus, Daddy. Do you always cum like that?”
Getting his breath back, he answered, “No. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
My face lit up and I asked, “Really?”
He nodded. “And how do you know how much a man cums?” he asked trying to sound harsh even though I'm sure that is impossible when a man has just cum.
I rolled my eyes. “Daddy, what do you think girls talk about? Clothes?” I paused for a moment then asked, "What's a bukkake girl?"
He looked like he hadn't heard even though I know he had. A question for another day. He said, “I think you better go take a shower, and you’ll need to change your sheets,” He said looking at several blobs of cum that had fallen short of me.
I rolled off the bed, looking at the cum covering me and the bed. “Wow.” I smiled and started for the door. I stopped and turned, “Okay Daddy. You kept the promise. You can go.” I giggled at the look on his face as I ran off down the hall to the shower.
Nothing was said that night although I kept having these delicious sexy thoughts and looking at Daddy when I had them. I could tell he was having some second thoughts as he would get all uncomfortable when I gave him those looks.
I woke feeling refreshed and yes, horny. I had another wild night of dreams. I didn't quite know what was happening. I would have thought getting off like that would have quenched my desire but it had the opposite effect, it made it burn brighter. I found Daddy in the kitchen drinking his morning cup.
“Morning Daddy,” I said. I grabbed his hand and started tugging him down the hall.
He set his mug on the counter as he asked, “What’s going on?”
I dragged him to my room. He had started to resist just a little at my door but I ignored it. I turned and reached for the tie of his robe. “Breakfast in bed,” I said as I pushed the robe off his shoulders.
“Now wait a minute,” he said, trying to take command of the situation.
I wasn't going to settle for that. As if he hadn’t made a sound, I continued, “I’d like to try it different this morning. I thought it would be a lot more comfortable if we both were lying down.” I pushed him to the bed and onto it. As he scrambled not to fall, I followed him onto the bed. “See, that’s better,” I said.
I took his hand and led it to my pussy. His eyes got wide as I was hot and wet from the dreams and the thoughts I had been having this morning. He began fondling me. My legs splayed open as I said as sexily as I could, “I love you, Daddy.” I found his growing cock and stroked it. In two strokes it was fully distended. I squeezed it. “I like your hard cock, Daddy. It looks bigger than the guy in the movie that Emma stole from her dad.”
He ignored that, but it did explain where I was getting some of the information I had been saying. He was stroking my pussy and looking at my body spread before him. “Laura, you are so beautiful.”
“Oh Daddy. You’re just saying that.” But I have to admit it made me feel so good to have him say it my kitty just gooshed.
“No, I’m not. I mean it.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
His finger was now circling my button. I moaned and I was awash in lust. “Daddy, I love you…” I moaned again as his finger rubbed over my button sending lightning through my body. My hand rubbed and stroked him rather irregularly as I climbed higher and higher towards my own climax.
As the pressure peaked, Daddy rubbed me harder and faster. I could feel his cock throbbing as I stroked it, the pre cum running down over my hand. It was so hot knowing I was getting him off it made my own climax come on quickly.
His cock pulsed in my hand and I watched his cock as cum burst from his cock and splashed over my belly, thick strands of pearly white lying across my skin. The excitement of watching him cum and the sudden increase of sensation on my kittie and Daddy rubbed hard pushed me over the top as well.
I moaned and curled up as I came, my kitty pulsing against his hand as I held it hard against me with my thighs and free hand. Again and again, I felt myself pulsing until I went limp and fell back onto the bed. We lay together getting our breath and strength back. My belly was smeared with cum. It was an incredibly erotic sight.
I stretched and smiled. “Thank you, Daddy. That’s exactly what I wanted for breakfast.” I was giggling as I leaned over and kissed him on the lips and rubbed my cum soaked belly all over him. Then I jumped up, laughing as Daddy looked at all of the cum rubbed all over him as I dashed off to the shower.
One thing was obvious, Daddy could no more resist me than he could the force of gravity. I could drag him anywhere and he would follow. There was no point in fighting it; bend like the willow does in the wind and you won’t be broken.
The next morning daddy wandered out to the kitchen and got his coffee and I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally I looked at the clock and knew he had to hurry or he’d be late for work. For days I had come to him, and now, the first day I didn’t, he waited and waited. I was laughing knowing how hard me must have been waiting. But I was making a point, he couldn't be without me now.
That Saturday, I got myself out of bed at my usual time and found Daddy reading the paper. I grabbed it out of his hand and took a step back. “Hey!” he yelled.
I waved it just out of reach. “Come on, old man. Can you get it?”
That was like waving a red cape before the bull. He wasn’t about to let me tease him like that. He jumped up but I was ready and scooted down the hall and ran into my room. As he followed through the door I jumped on the bed, tossed the paper on the floor on the other side and spread myself open on the bed. “Breakfast time,” I said. He hesitated. “Come on, take off your clothes and join me for breakfast.”
Gravity. I knew what he wasn't capable of resisting. He shrugged and undressed, joining me on the bed.
“That’s better,” I said, knowing he had to know he had no choice any more. I was in charge when it came to sex. “I love you so much, Daddy.”
I was going to be surprised this morning since he hadn’t cum in days. I liked my orgasm but was kind of shocked since Daddy hadn't cum in days and he covered my belly with pearls of cum, enough pearls for the crown jewels. He could really cum when you got him excited after a lay off. Like wow!
And so we developed a routine. A couple times a week, often on a weekend day so I didn’t have to get up so early, I would announce it was time for breakfast in bed. Gradually we became more adventurous. Mutual masturbation gradually turned to oral when Daddy went down on me all the way to climax. That changed everything. I thought a finger was incredible. I had no idea until I felt his tongue and the orgasm overwhelmed me.
We never went back to just fingers. A week later I tried giving him a blowjob. Despite my inexperience, just sucking his cock was enough to send him over the edge, lucky for me. Breakfast in bed became mutual sucking sessions, not as messy, but so much more satisfying as Daddy taught me how to pleasure a man. I loved the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, throbbing in his climax, knowing I had given him that pleasure.
We had been lovers. Yes, I had started to use the term in my head, ‘I was a lover with my daddy.' The first time is the hardest to accept; after that it became easier. Soon, I didn't even think it sounded weird, Daddy lover; it was normal. Anyway, we had been lovers for about four months, when I found Daddy in the kitchen naked as usual, threw my arms round his neck, and kissed him like a lover. I thrust my tongue between his lips and teased him until I felt his throbbing cock against my belly. “Happy birthday, Daddy,” he smiled after we broke the kiss.
“Whew, that was some present,” he said.
“You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet,” I said. Taking his hand and looking over my shoulder I led him from the kitchen, “Come get your breakfast in bed.”
He followed my swaying little butt down the hall and into the bedroom. We lay on the bed and kissed as lovers, real lovers. I pressed my body up against his. The sensual electricity flowed between us and my whole body responded. Both of us could sense something was different this morning. There was no playing, no teasing or simple touching. We were kissing each other like a woman and man who wanted to make love, completely and totally.
Knowing how special this day was going to be, my whole being responded. The kisses seemed more passionate, the touches more erotic. When Daddy moved down, I was already flooded with arousal. It only took a minute for me to hit my first orgasm.
I wanted him so badly right then I couldn't wait. I grabbed his hands which were lightly touching my tits and pulled him up over me. As he settled between my thighs, I wrapped my legs around him pulling his hips down between my legs. “Please, Daddy,” I moaned. And I meant it.
Daddy looked a little shocked. I guess, despite all the evidence I had given him, he still thought of me as his little girl instead of a woman who wanted sex, sex with a capital S. But like all men have done from the Garden till now – he bit the Apple I held out.
His cock slid over my drenched pussy getting wet with juices. I could feel it sliding easily over me, rubbing against my button which sent thrills deep into my coochie. God, I wanted him so much. He pulled back a little and I felt the tip slid down and stop right there, that spot, and I almost cried out, there! But Daddy knew and the head of his cock moved down into me. I couldn't help but moan as it pressed down into me, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you sure, Sweetie?” he asked.
I would have ripped off his head if he had tried to stop then. But I suppose truth be told I was just a tad nervous, I mean it was the first time and you hear these stories. “Yes. Do it,” I said as firmly as I could.
He pushed and I felt my body open up to accept his cock. What an incredible feeling. Daddy took it slow and easy, making sure I was well lubricated before he pushed hard. I felt the walls of my kitty keep stretching taking more and more in, until, as the head of his cock was about to go all the way in, I felt a tearing and yelped and his cock slipped inside about a quarter of the way. I had lost my cherry to Daddy.
He froze, this concerned look on his face like me had hurt me terribly. “You okay?”
I almost had to laugh but his cock was stretching me open like nothing ever before. The little pain was already gone, nothing worse than a second's ouch. And the stories about blood, well, I didn't have much. Daddy had a little on his cock I guess since he said so afterwards but I actually didn't see a drop. Why people act like it is major surgery I don't understand.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
Which is gentlemanly I guess but no way did I want to stop now. My muscles were getting used to the invader and I was starting to get a glimmer, this was going to be good. “No, Daddy. Do it,” I said.
He pulled back and pushed again, lancing deeper and deeper each time, until he was buried completely inside. My loins joined his, mashing my button between us. “That’s all,” he said.
I relaxed a little, knowing I had done it, and the feelings exploding from my kitty as his hips rubbed against my button and deep inside me. I could feel myself pulsing around his cock, squeezing it. God, it was big.
“Oh, my God. It’s so big,” I said. I couldn't help not being profound right then. It was way over the top.
Daddy started circling his hips grinding against my poochie.
“Oh,” I said. “Hmm, that feels good.” I tried to match my moves to Daddy's. I was sort of like this weird dance, a dance of lust. I gasped the first time his cock bottomed out completely. So deep and filling me so good. It released something in me as I felt my body just sort of take over, like the dance of life in me caused me to move harder against his body wanting more. Soon, we were fucking hard and long, those deliciously long strokes where your whole being seems to be caught up in the shaft moving in and out of your pussy.
Whatever pain there was long gone by then, and I was fucking back as hard as Daddy was fucking me. He began to lengthen his stroke, and it was a good thing my body was on some sort of automatic drive because my mind was getting overloaded with the sensations exploding in my body. I was in heaven. That feeling of utter fullness, of being filled over and over again, feeling Daddy open me up, then fill me up, then pull back and do it again, feeling his cock moving back and forth in my pussy, bringing sensations I never even knew existed. No wonder people like sex! Why in the world do they try to keep people from feeling this?
Closing my eyes, I gave in to the physical pleasure of fucking, pushing up with my hips to meet every stroke. Yes, fucking, I was fucking, nasty sexy fucking and I was loving it. "Yes! Fuck me, Daddy, don’t ever stop, it feels so gooood!" I was panting with desire, my mind just exploding, saying something with every second breath, not caring or thinking, it was now simply the physical pleasure of getting filled and cumming. I was so close, I could taste it. A cum like none I ever had before, it was right there.
Daddy must have been feeling it too. "Laura, sweetie, I'm gonna cum in you!”
Is there anything better? That wonderful feeling your lover spurting into your center just opened for the very first time by your lover? Nothing mattered except the feel of his shaft slamming home inside my warm wet slippery vagina. I could feel his hot sperm splashing inside, squishing out and around his cock on every stroke and dribbling down out of my cootchie and over my butt.
That did it for me, slamming home and daddy squirting his hot cum inside was enough to send me over the top! What a climax! It rose up from deep within me and grabbed my whole body. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, starting from deep inside me, my very center of my loins and washing through every part of my body, ricocheting back to implode in the center again, reigniting even stronger with every thrust and twitch of that beautiful cock inside me. It was so incredibly powerful, I almost forgot to breathe, just gasping every once in a while between jolts! Sorry, for all the exclamation points but that's how it felt, all exclamation points!
Only after Daddy had completely drained himself and stopped with his cock buried to the hilt, did I finally come down from that cum. My pussy kept spasming around his cock, making him groan and shudder.
I was the first to speak, "Oh! Wow!" Like I said, all exclamation points.
It said everything. We cuddled together in bed. Neither of us thought of anything for a long time.
That was ten years ago. I'm now grown up and Daddy tells me all the time I'm a beautiful woman. I'm still Daddy's tax deduction, but now I'm listed as his wife. I remember the first time Daddy put me on that line, it was so special. I finished high school, even went to the prom with a nice guy, but I was one of those girls who just didn’t put out. If the boys only knew how I liked breakfast in bed.
I stayed at home to go to college, at least that was the story for the neighbors. Actually, I had been sharing Daddy's bed since that fortuitous morning when Daddy introduced me to sex, or to be completely honest, the morning I made Daddy introduce me to sex. Once I graduated, Daddy took a job across the country and I came along and got a job in the same city, where no one knew us except as a couple.
Sometimes, in the middle of the market I’ll grab a dozen eggs and ask Daddy, “Daddy, do you want breakfast in bed tomorrow?” Of course, he’ll blush what with all the other women standing around. I get what Daddy calls my ‘cat that ate the canary’ smile. I hear that with micro-surgery they can reverse vasectomies. I think I should call a doctor and see. Daddy was the best daddy a kid could want.
Sure, we get looks sometimes. You can’t hide that I’m twenty years younger but so what? Daddy doesn’t care and I sure don’t mind that I have a handsome husband who is a dream lover and keeps me happy every single day. Especially since he is a man I have loved since I was born. Life just doesn’t get any better than that.
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