0 comments/ 705474 views/ 35 favorites A Good Daughter By: Kip Carson Bob Jackson had just came home from work, it was so lonely since his wife had passed away. His daughter Robin was 18, and she was gone a lot with her friends and such. So, he pretty much sat around, and drank a little, and didn't socialize much. He had been drinking for about an hour, and was feeling pretty good. It was Friday night, and he knew that Robin was out with her friends, so he took a quick shower, and put on his bathrobe. He put his favorite porno movie in the VCR, and sat on the sofa. He fastforwarded it through the adult warning, and censorship things, and watched as Jeanna Fine hungrily devoured a large black cock. His own cock began to stir, and soon all 9 and 1/2 inches were rock hard and throbbing. He looked down and saw his large cock as it protruded from the gap in his robe. He reached down, and lightly began stroking himself. His precum oozed as he slid his hand up and down his thick shaft. He opened the robe and lubed his hands with his own saliva, and began really stroking. He didn't really watch the movie, he closed his eyes, and began really getting into it. He didn't hear Robin as she came down the stairs. Robin heard her father lightly moaning, and quietly sneaked towards the sofa. She now had a good view of him as he stroked his enormous, gorgeous cock. Robin felt herself moisten between her legs, and she slid her hand inside of her tight shorts, and lightly rubbed her wet pussy. Her eyes focused on her father as he masturbated his wondrous cock. None of the teen boys she had been with were endowed like him. She craved his cock as she watched. Her pussy was so wet it was actually dripping as her finger slid across her swollen clit. She softly moaned and slid a finger inside of herself. Her pussy tightly gripped around her finger as she slowly fucked herself. Her father moaned louder, and she quickly removed her hand from her pussy. She coughed loudly, and Bob froze. He sat on the couch with his large cock in his hand. Precum oozed from the swollen tip, and a large strand of it went from his hand to the tip. Bob tried to pull the robe around his massive erection, but it really couldn't hide it. Robin now stood in front of her father, and had a large grin on her face. Bob let the robe fall open, and his large cock popped into full view again. "Want to touch it?" he asked his daughter. "Mmmm, yes" Robin softly moaned. She thrust her hand between his legs, and took his large cock into her soft hand. Bob moaned as his daughter began to stroke his cock. It had been so long since anyone but he had touched it. He grunted as her other hand lightly cupped his balls. Robin knew her father needed this badly, and she quickly knelt to the floor. Her mouth felt so hot and wet, as his cock head slid inside. He groaned as his daughter took him deeply into her throat. "Oh God" he moaned. "Slow down, baby" he begged. "I'm gonna cum if you don't" he continued. Robin only moved her mouth faster and further onto his cock. Bob grunted and his cum erupted like a cannon. Robin moaned as the sweet sticky liquid squirted into her mouth. She hungrily swallowed every precious drop as her father came in her mouth. "Mmm God" Bob moaned. "That was incredible" he groaned. Robin slowly slid her mouth from his cock, and pressed her mouth over her fathers. Her tongue slid inside of his mouth, and he quickly thrust his tongue against hers. She wiggled from her tight shorts, and Bob looked at his daughters, neatly trimmed dark bush. Her pink wet pussy slit was so pretty. Bob's hand slid between her legs, and he began rubbing her swollen clit. Robin moaned, and grabbed her father's still very erect cock. As his finger slid inside of her she stroked him fast and hard. "Oh God, please fuck me Daddy" she moaned. She climbed onto his lap, facing him, and began lowering her pussy onto his long stiff cock. Both moaned loudly as he fully entered her. "Oh God, it's so big and hard" Robin moaned. She slowly rode her Dad, grinding her clit against him, as her pussy tightly squeezed his cock. Bob pushed her t-shirt upward, and revealed her small, bra less breasts. They were so milky white, and the nipples were pink and hard. Bob took one of her nipples into his mouth, and gently nibbled on it. Robin climaxed, and her body shook furiously, her pussy gripping him like a vise. Bob grunted, and thrust upward, shooting his cum into his daughter's hot tight pussy. Robin groaned, and came again. She pressed her mouth over her Father's and their tongues passionately met. She continued to ride him, her wonderful pussy milking the remaining drops of cum from his glorious cock. "Oh God, Daddy" she moaned. They continued to kiss, and she slowly slid from his large softening cock. Robin slid from his lap, and took his semi erect cock into her mouth, and licked her juices from it. She loved the taste of her own pussy juices, and was dying to taste another woman's. She kissed her Dad, and grabbed her shorts, and ran to her bathroom. To Be Continued... A Good Daughter Kendell was still very high on acid when she when she got to her Dad's house late Saturday night. It was two in the morning when she dug in her purse for her keys. This wasn't how this night was supposed to end but she was happily tripping still so it was all wonderful to her right now. At the Electronic Dance Music show (EDM for the hip) she had been having the time of her life dancing with two sexy men when the guys started getting douchy. Dressed in her best raver gear she had been dancing and grinding to a great DJ named GRiZ when these two guys had started grooving with her. Before long she was dry humping the two of them. The nipple tassels she wore were in danger of coming off because her tits were being groped by one guy and her mostly exposed ass by the other. She in turn was grabbing their cocks and rubbing her body all over them. She was sure she was going to have sex with both these guys, her body tingling from head to toe as they worked her into a sexual frenzy, but then something changed. Kendall missed what happened because she was rubbing her face over one guy's rock hard abs as she ground her ass on the hard cock in the other guy's pants. Suddenly she heard them yelling over the funky beats and glitchy computer noises of GRiZ. Before she could react they were pushing each other above her indelicately positioned body. Kendall looked up and saw them facing off for a fight. Her wide open heart and mind, expanded by the acid, did not want to be around any negativity so she walked away. The guys yelled and pushed and other men moved in to separate them but she continued to walk away. Kendall was done with them. Dancing by herself for a while she tried to get her groove back again but she was far too upset by the altercation. There was a dark energy in the place, she felt. Yet the music was awesome and she was horny. Her body was thrumming with hunger for cock. The drugs only heightening her desire every time she heard those amazingly low bass notes emanating from the huge speakers at the front of the room. Then she suddenly knew what to do. She decided she wanted to go home and be alone and enjoy the drugs on her own where she could explore her own thoughts and body. She grabbed a cab and without even thinking of it she told the driver her Dad's address. For months this last Summer Kendall had debated with herself and both her parents where she would live as she started college in September. For years Kendall had been shuffled between both her divorced parents' houses and now that she was eighteen and attending college she wanted to be in her own place. One that she could stay in consistently. At times she did miss her parents and Kendall visited them both on various weekends. She lived very close to them, really, but her busy life didn't give her much time for family. She was studying hard, but also she had discovered a great community in the Rave Scene. Kendall had always loved EDM but actually being old enough to be able to rave was better than she had ever hoped. Discovering the drugs that had motivated the music and intense visuals associated with it had opened her mind and heart to so much more than she had ever anticipated. For her drugs were about expanding herself and experiencing new things not escaping anything. Kendall was well loved and had an happy life so drugs were nothing more than a ticket to greater depths of character and spirituality. And sex. Kendall had discovered sex and absolutely loved it. In the first semester of school she had already had four lovers and they had taught her so much about pleasure, hers and theirs, that she was finding it the greatest new hobby anyone could have. Which was why the aggression at the club had been so distressing. Sex was meant to be fun and liberating not possessive and mean. It was a beautiful expression of love and freedom so aggressive sort of behavior turned her right off. Sitting in the cab she had put her headphones on and listened to a playlist of Stickybuds her other favorite producer. His amazing sounds got her back into her squirming sexual state. Fumbling with the lock on her Dad's door made her want to scream, all she wanted was to get inside to her old room and masturbate furiously. Stepping in at last she immediately saw her Dad passed out on the couch in his housecoat bathed in the flickering light from the T.V. Grinning to herself she stumbled into the dark room in her chunky high-heeled boots to the armchair so she could sit for a second and love her Dad as she rested her sore feet. Sighing she sat and listened to the great music in her headphones and looked at her father. Serge was in his mid-forties and very handsome. Both Kendall's parents were very attractive people who looked much younger than they were. Serge was compact and tightly muscled. He was five foot seven and probably around a hundred and forty pounds, all of it muscle. He looked like a gymnast but it was from rock climbing that he got his toned body. He had a great head of hair and strong almost pretty features. Generally he looked mischievous when awake. Now he just looked cute, Kendall thought, his hair falling over his forehead, his mouth open as he slept. Most likely he had smoked pot before passing out. He tried to hide it from her but Kendall smelled it on him sometimes. She found it adorable that he was a secret stoner. Suddenly a favorite part of the mix came on her headphones and Kendall stood up without hesitation and began to dance in her Dad's living room. Kendall had never taken formal dance classes but she loved to move to music and spent a lot of time dancing in her room and on as many dance floors as she could. She had some sweet moves, but mostly it was about how much she loved the sounds and rhythms. She went into a trance when she danced, her body exploring itself as the sounds moved her in many bizarre but lovely ways. Tonight Kendall had worn boots that clung to her calves and gave her a couple extra inches. At five foot one she felt tiny on a dance floor full of people. Her legs were encased in wide spaced fishnets. Those attached to garters that framed the tiny black panties she wore that had DTF on the ass in bright day-glow green letters. The dancing got her sweaty right away; the groovy sounds were making her dance hard. She reached up and opened her long steampunk jacket of black with red slashing and details. Without thinking about it she took off her coat and revealed her trim body. Kendall was essentially topless. Her breasts were bare except for pasties with tiny LED lights embedded in them over her nipples. She had on a bikini type top of glittery rhinestone chains that covered nothing but trailed over her breasts highlighting her nude A cups. She had a flashing belly button jewel glittering from her flat tummy and her arms were also wrapped in the same fishnet as her legs. Kendall loved raver gear. The clothes were meant to show off your body and she loved doing that. Kendall was tiny, tan, fit and cute. She worked hard on her body to make it as toned as it could be. She was naturally petite anyway; her mom still weighed less than one hundred and ten pounds at forty five and five foot three. Kendall was cut from the same cloth. Her body was glittering with sparkle lotion and as she danced she felt sweat trickling down her ribs making her feel sensuous. She swirled her long, curly, brown hair around her head whipping herself with the soft silken locks. Even that made her more aroused. Everything seemed incited by the acid. The clarity in her mind was nothing like how booze made her feel. Kendall didn't much care for the way booze made her cloudy and out-of-body. Acid showed Kendall her own mind without the ego and self-judgment she felt when sober. It was a place where she could delve into herself and truly see who she was without layers of other people beliefs overlaid on top of her personality. The person she saw there was a woman with intelligence, great worth and enough love that she didn't need anyone else to approve of her. If she wanted to dance, fuck and do drugs that was a freedom she allowed herself just as she allowed herself to work hard and get good grades or be a conscientious human in the world. And dancing was one way to manifest the love she had for herself. Dancing was pure expression and it exhibited her passion and carnality. Acid sharpened her raw desire for sexual contact. It was more precise and intense. Her brain became as much an erogenous zone as her clitoris. Dancing was a way to release the lash of lust she was feeling tonight but her mind wandered to take in the room she was in. Behind her eyelids swirling colours and shapes put on an awesome kaleidoscopic show for her but she was distracted by the knowledge of her father lying nearby. Opening her eyes Kendall laughed as she really absorbed the fact that she was dancing topless in her father's living room. Her Dad would be embarrassed if her saw her right now but Kendall was enjoying the naughtiness too much to stop. Part of her brain was testing her resolve to be free on her own terms. "Are you brave enough to dance like this in front of your Dad? What if he wakes up? Are you scared of him catching you?" She danced for a few moments to prove she didn't live a life based on fear. Instead she smiled, really enjoying the music and the workout her body was getting in spite of her father potentially seeing her essentially bared breasts. As she began to sweat in earnest and her breathing grew laboured she danced harder and harder to the powerful driving rhythm of the music. The whispered challenge from her subconscious to dance until her Dad woke up drove her to push past fatigue. This music made her profoundly horny. She wanted to fuck to EDM so badly but never had. This music worked her up so much it was making her pussy soak through her satin panties. But the dancing was also taking its toll on her feet. Sitting again she took off her boots and then resumed dancing. Then she found her fishnets uncomfortable on her feet so she sat, unclipped them and rolled the fishnet down over her lean legs. Dancing some more she grinned as she pondered the idea of stripping in front of her unconscious father. In an instant she was debating with herself whether she should do it or not. One part of her bran said "Don't do it." but most of her brain said "If it pleases me I should do it if there is no harm done. Dad is asleep but if he woke up he would love to see me enjoying myself so much. And who wouldn't want to watch me dancing naked?" So with very little effort she opted to pull off all her clothes. She often danced naked at home in front of the mirror because her body fascinated her. It wasn't so much Ego as wonderment at how her body changed as she grew fitter. As quickly as she could she removed everything except her flashing nipple covers and her belly button jewel. Immediately she felt better and she danced some more loving the feel of air on her sex. Periodically she groped her breasts or fingered her bald pussy loving the freedom of touching herself as she danced. She watched herself at times, enjoying the play of her muscles in the intermittent glow of the T.V. At other times she closed her eyes and watched the lights and colour dance on her eyelids to the pulse of the music in her headphones. Her wicked little mind continued to intrude on her dancing as it sent her images of her Dad waking up and watching her dance. In her mind she saw images intrude on the swirling light-show the acid was providing. The flashes were of her father admiring her perfect little body proudly. Kendall was fantasizing about her father taking in her body and assessing how his genes had manifested into this sexy little pixie dancing for him. She felt a warm blanket of love coming from the imaginary Dad in her mind. He was proud of the fact that his daughter was so free and desirable. Kendall giggled mischievously as she considered the weird way her brain was working. She was imagining being her father looking at herself through his eyes. So odd. In her imagination the fact that she was brave enough to dance naked for him and that she was comfortable enough to allow him to pass judgement over her warmed his heart. Allowing the fantasy to continue she let her father's thoughts be her own. It was the same as when she imagined having a conversation with someone who made her angry, but this time the drugs gave the thought more freedom from Kendall's Ego. They wandered places she wouldn't usually go. 'Look at her sweet little body. She is perfect, my little angel. I love her. And she looks ever sexier than her mother at her age. Look at those perfect little boobies, so small and delicate.' Kendall rubbed her tits thinking about her Dad assessing them. Her nipples ached so Kendall pulled the pasties off. The tingle as the glue fought her hurt and made her gasp with lust as her flesh burned pleasantly. Then, still dancing, she tugged on her hard peaks of flesh and smiled at the tingling spike of pleasure she felt. Her Imaginary Dad loved looking at her do this. His approval warmed her as much as it would if it were real. Her body remembered the men from earlier and with one hand she groped her tits as the other delved into her soaking wet pussy. Recreating the powerful lust from earlier she danced lewdly as she masturbated while moving seductively to the groovy music. Kendall regretted the loss of sex partners for the night. She had really been looking forward to sucking some cock, her new favorite thing to do during sex. For some reason the feeling of hard cock in her mouth felt exhilarating. The power she felt was intoxicating as was the sensation of soft skin and hard muscle. Why did those guys have to be such douche bags? Then she heard that naughty voice that continually challenged her to push her boundaries whispering to her. 'Hey, why don't I suck Dad's cock? I want some cock and he could sure use a blowjob.' Oh my God she laughed as she heard herself. 'That is way over the line.' she thought. But the idea took root. Whenever she came up against something she was afraid of Kendall enjoyed testing herself and no more so than when she was on acid. 'Okay' she thought to herself. 'Debate it for yourself. Why not do it?' 'He will wake up for sure. There's no keeping this a secret like dancing like a slut in his living room.' 'Yeah that would be terrifying.' 'But,' the other voice said 'he deserves it. And so do I. Who loves me more in the world than Dad? He cherishes me and he hasn't had a girlfriend in years. He needs to get off. And when would he ever get to have girl as cute and young as me suck his cock?' 'Is that enough?' 'What about me? I feel safe with Daddy. He would never hurt me like those guys tonight might have. And I am curious what his cock looks like? Just go over and pull back his robe and see what he is packing.' Kendall was already moving over to him as the thought formed. Searching her feelings she knew this was not some incestuous perversion for her, it was simply an exploration of her limits and willingness to test herself. She had never harboured thoughts of her father; she didn't have any Daddy Issues. This was just an impulse here in this moment. Kneeling beside his couch she pulled back his loosely tied housecoat and with one hand over her mouth to stifle her amazed laughter she revealed her father's cock lying on his belly. Suddenly utterly fascinated Kendall moved her face closer and examined the penis before her. This was the very same penis she had come out of as a single sperm among millions. It was mind blowing. Reaching out she took it in her hand and inspected it closely. With drug widened pupils she took in every contour in the uncertain light from the flickering T.V. Her father's cock was thick even flaccid and the big knob looked purple and soft. It was the biggest flaccid cock she had ever seen and without her conscious effort her hand began to stroke it up and down. When she noticed what her hand was doing Kendall silently screamed with laughter. Her whole body shook with suppressed humour even as her hand continued to massage her Dad's stiffening member. With a surreal sense of detachment Kendall masturbated the same cock that had given her life. It was hilarious to her and audacious. With utter clarity and a feeling of sobriety she contemplated what she was doing. 'It's just a cock, no big deal. (Well it's pretty big!) I like cock: cocks like to be touched. It isn't a sin. There is no sin. Whatever God is, It loves us to feel pleasure.' Her brain argued reasonably. Then because she agreed with the argument that this was in no way improper she took the hardening manhood into her mouth. Kendall wrapped her soft lips around the warm bulb of her father's penis. With her tongue she moistened the soft, silken skin of his cock tasting the slight flavour of salt and loving it. This member had given her life and all the varied pleasures that entailed; she owed it to this cock to worship the Bringer Of Self. With all the tender affection she felt for her Dad and her overwhelming gratitude for the life she had been given Kendall sucked her his cock from top to bottom, revering the source of her being. Moved beyond any ability to articulate Kendall suckled this mighty pole as tears of gratitude and joy leaked from her eyes. Grateful to the acid for giving her the courage to do this taboo thing Kendall crossed a line society had imposed long ago. Adoring her father's manhood she lavished him with affection in the form of the best blowjob she could perform. Why had she never done this before? This beautiful cock was attached to a beautiful human being who deserved all the pleasure he could get. She licked his shaft up and down and suckled his knob. Now fully erect her father's cock was big. Bigger than any she had seen in the flesh. Her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it and she could only take maybe half of it into her throat. Switching to licking his balls she thought of all the potential brothers and sisters wriggling inside those orbs. Moving her mouth down she whispered "I love you" to those untold millions of siblings and then she began to slurp on the vessels they swam in. Suckling her father's testes Kendal fervidly bathed his balls in her saliva. Then she took his length back into her mouth. Taking him deep into her throat Kendall deep throated her Dad hungrily trying to get as much inside as she could. She gagged a little and pulled back, smiling at her failure. 'Daddy you are just too big to deep throat.' She thought. Instead she lapped up ad down his length, coating him in saliva. Her bliss knew no limits as she jacked her father's shaft and started rubbing his wet cock across her cheeks gasping her desire as glitch hop music created a pounding rhythm in her ears. Knowing he would wake up when he reached climax Kendall slowed down and savoured the sordid nature of her actions. Half the thrill of giving this blowjob was the illicit nature of it and how poignant it felt pushing past a taboo she felt had no hold over her. As she pleasured him Kendall rubbed her burning clit savagely. Lovingly she licked all around his genitals coating his junk with her dripping adoration. Lapping his balls or sucking his head or licking his length she devoured every inch of her father's pole. A particularly sweet build up in the music got her sucking his length into her throat once more and as the drop approached she felt an orgasm approaching. When the deep brown tones vibrated her whole head she took her Dad as deep as she could and had a powerfully intense orgasm, moaning her pleasure down over the big member crammed into her tiny mouth. A Good Daughter Shaking powerfully, her fingers sliding over her slick button, Kendall quaked as her climax ravished her body from head to toe. Then dimly she noticed hands stroking her face gently as she groaned around the throbbing cock in her mouth. Her father began to hump his hips up at her face driving his prick in and out of her face. This intensified her climax; Kendall loved having a man take control and use her for his pleasure. It helped her surrender herself to her deepest desires if she felt vaguely helpless to resist her lover. As she tingled from powerful and rapid orgasms her father fucked her face wantonly, his climax approaching. With her eyes still firmly closed, allowing her imagination to run free she accepted his pumping member between her lips. Kendall suddenly realized she was going to receive a mouthful of those millions of siblings he had told she loved. Eagerly she began to run her tongue all over any part of the pulsating cock in her mouth it could reach. Kendall wanted to have those wonderful brothers and sisters inside her too, a family reunion like no other. Her father's hands tightened on her head begging her to hold still as he spurted into her face. Holding still, letting her tongue stimulate the burning shaft, she opened herself to embrace the gift her father was about to bestow on her. Kendall always loved tasting cum, it was unlike anything else she had eaten and the symbolism of accepting the essence of her lover was intoxicating to her. Having the power to bring a man to such vulnerable place also titillated her endlessly. This time however the stakes were so much higher and more profound. With unmitigated joy she marveled at the situation she was in. This was the most intense sexual experience of her young life and when at last the spurt of hot fluid splashed onto her tongue Kendall exploded in the most erotically charged orgasm of her life. As light and colour bloomed kaleidoscopically behind her tightly clenched eyes her body reacted in numerous ways ; her legs flew open and wide inviting the world to explore her sex, her arms floating off elsewhere exploring her father's body, her breasts began to burn with a cold blue fire in her imagination. Her pussy lips unfurled into huge pink sails that gathered heat and light into themselves and then transferred that energy along huge writhing tubes hidden in her body. These cables then conducted this explosive power straight to her brain. As sperm seeped over her tongue it filled her mouth with warm white light that oozed into every crevice of her body, filling in every gap in each shadowy place in her mind. The white heat bathed her in total acceptance and love personified. It filled every need and fulfilled ever lust she had or would ever have and she drank the warmth happily knowing that she would be perfectly sated by it. Another universe pressed into this one, folding around the place she existed in. That intruding universe was the moving cock still inside her mouth. That cock belonged to her Dad and she loved it more than any pet she had ever had, more than a favorite gift, more intensely than any friend. That cock radiated love into her face. She could perceive it with her eyes closed. The image of a glowing white cock invading her skull burned behind her eyes and it was so lovely and big she felt a need to have it fill her pussy. Getting up from the floor with her eyes still closed, while her body still trembled with continuous mini-climaxes, Kendall straddled her father's lap. With one hand wrapped around the glowing bright diamond of manhood burning dazzlingly through the shade of her eyelids Kendall positioned it between her thighs. With the music of her headphones filling the universe with pure sound, notes of which flew across her inner landscape in cascades of light and shape, she aimed her beautiful sails of warm, pink flesh over, above and around her God, the phallus gripped by her tiny insignificant hand. Then she pressed down over it accepting the coruscating heat into her steamy pussy. There were still dueling voices in her skull. The one still flinched from what she was doing. Perfectly sober that mind thought this was a foolish thing she was doing sitting down on her father's cock and fucking the man who had raised her, given her life and who loved her so sweetly. The other mind, the one the drugs created, the deep spiritual creature that knew that right and wrong were subjective and fluid, that mind said this felt wonderful. The incandescent God glowing through her eyelids was meant to be enveloped completely. This was a joining of perfect femininity and total masculinity. This was as old as time, as right as life and as powerful as the tides. Kendall ensconced her father as deeply as possible into her tight vagina. She ground herself down on him forcing her body to accommodate his entire length. The heat of their joining, the luminosity of their enmeshed sex organs became the brightest point in the Universe. The light and heat created by this mingling of father and daughter became the source of all that was Good, Right and Loving in the entire dimension they inhabited. Kendall reached a deeper level of rapture than anything she could have conceived in her previously limited scope. Having the man who loved her the most purely, profoundly and freely in the world wedged deeply in the centre of her being was bliss. This God was leaking a flow of pure Love into her secret depths, filling her with such perfect contentment that she could in no way contain it all. Radiance burst from her clitoris in waves of light so bright her eyes went blind even behind her eyelids. It was too glaring to behold so she opened her eyes to escape the intensity... ...and made eye contact with her father as she bounced up and down on his erection. Face to face with what she was doing, seeing his face awake, aware and alert as she worked her pussy up and down over him was as overwhelming as the bright light of her orgasm in her mind's eye. That was the thing. She was currently engaged in an onslaught of total bliss. Kendall was having the most savage climax of her life and as that was happening she looked her father in the eye and saw only love and desire in his eyes. He was clearly elated by the intense delight she was experiencing. His joy intensified her pleasure and she gasped and cried out her total rapture at giving so much pleasure to her father and herself. Holding still her father held on to her hips and she ground herself down on his hard cock quivering with utter gratification. Kendall felt her heart melt with love for him. And then her tiny frame could handle no more movement and she fell down onto his chest. His arms wrapped around her in a tender embrace that made her cum harder still. Unable to carry on fucking him but unable to stop writhing her hips down onto his cock she trembled with the need to feel him and the need to stop the endless loop of euphoria she was caught in. She mewed her discomfort and squirmed, grinding her clit on his pelvic bone. She still had her headphones on and the music compelled her to move and continue fucking her father. Kendall reached down with both hands on her father's left shoulder she pulled him as she gripped his hips with her thighs and rolled to the side on the couch. Her Dad moved with her and as she rolled he settled on top of her his manhood still crammed deep inside her throbbing slit. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard. I love you so much! I need you to love me hard and deep. Prove how much you love your little girl Daddy." As she spoke she opened her hips wide and gripped his ass with her hands urging him to do as she said. As soon as he was in a position to hold his weight off of her small body Serge began to pound himself into her petite frame. For so long she forgot what time meant Kendall had been cumming but the moment her father started to actively fuck her she found a new depth to her depravity. Crying out a stream of obscenity and affection Kendall howled out impassioned prayers and beseeched her Dad to defile her thoroughly. "Take me Daddy. Use me. I love you. I need you. I'm your little slut, Daddy. I'm your whore. Do anything to me. Fuck me. Fuck your little girl. You are my God and I worship your body with mine! Use me. Harder! Fuck me Daddy!" He did. Serge drove himself into the writhing little woman beneath him. With her eyes closed Kendall watched her father fuck her as hard as he could. Each time his body slammed into her's an explosion of light and colour erupted behind her eyes. Cascading light moved like water and rippled in circles expanding from where she pictured his huge cock spearing into her juicy hole. From time to time her pleasure became too great to contain and she would open her eyes and see the corporeal world where her actual father fucked her with his real cock. It was utterly insane that this was happening. She couldn't process the delight she was taking in this degenerate encounter. Soon all she could think about was tasting his cum again. Kendall wanted to show her father what a perfect cum slut she was. She wanted his approval for the worst, most debauched things she could think of. "Cum for me Daddy. I want to taste your cum. Give me your sperm, my brothers and sisters. I want to love them. I want to have them in me." Her father looked her in the eye with such anguish she felt terrible for him, but his words were lost in the music of her headphones. "Don't' worry Daddy, this is beautiful. I love you, why wouldn't I give you my body? You made me. You deserve to taste the fruits of your labour. I am yours, Own me, use me. I belong to you. Give me your cum. I want it so badly. So much cum. Let me drink you. Let me suck you and taste myself on you. The perfect union of flesh and family. Me, you and my brothers and sisters all mingled in my mouth. I want it so much." She was begging and as she did so her Dad fucked her harder and faster clearly turned on by what she was saying. "You are the best Daddy. Give me a gift, please. Give me your cum Daddy. Fill my mouth with it. Oh Daddy so big, so strong. Such a powerful god for such a little girl." He pulled out and she opened her mouth and reached for him. Taking him in her mouth she felt his cum spurt over her tongue for the second time tonight. Her body had a huge spasm of delight as the chemical flavour spilled over her tongue and filled her mouth. It wasn't as much as last time but it was still a lot. Her Dad grunted loud enough for her to hear over her music. Kendall pulled on his cock urging him to keep filing her face with his spunk while she lapped at his sensitive knob and savoured the amazing taste of his jism. When his climax ended and he pulled his flagging cock from between her suckling lips Kendall discovered she was exhausted. Her body had reached total overload. So many orgasms had drained her utterly and knowing there was no more cum shut down her adrenaline leaving her hollowed out and spent. Sprawling on the couch spread wide for her father to behold she limply pulled off her headphones and let the silence of the room and the heavy breathing of her father and herself fill her ears. Her Dad sat next to her on the couch his chest heaving from exertion. The T.V. was muted and she saw an infomercial on the screen. The profound familiarity of the room and the warm glow of amazing sex mingled with the spirituality of the acid gave her a sense of utter contentment. Kendall wriggled over and snuggled up to her Dad. "I love you Daddy. Thank you for that, it was amazing." "Kendall..." He said. "Don't." She kissed him to shut him up. "I love you that's all, okay? I know you love me, so let's just have this lovely moment together, no judgment, no fear, no possessiveness. Just a beautiful thing we did together this once. It's just a dream, a lovely gossamer thought floating past that we both happened to notice." "Are you high?" He asked. "Oh fuck yeah. I'm trippin' balls. But I know what I'm doing. It's my gift to you because you're such a great guy. Don't freak out about it, okay?" "I'll do what I can..." "Okay, good enough." She snuggled in closer to him, feeling his sweaty skin and feeling his heart beating in his chest. "Have you ever done acid?" "Yeah a few times." "Did you have sex on it?" "Nope." "It's great. We should both do it sometime and fuck again." "Jesus." "Okay, shelve that for later." They lay in silence for a while and Kendall fantasized about her Dad and his friends. How could she arrange to get them all high and fuck the lot of them, his whole climbing group. These thoughts swirled around in her head as she looked at the incredible light show behind her eyes. Eventually she fell asleep even though she had no idea she was sleepy.