20 comments/ 213631 views/ 127 favorites Daddy and Me By: jessicarabbit24 My name is Jemma and I am proud to admit that I fuck my daddy. It all started two months ago, on my twenty second birthday. I've always, always got very excited on my birthdays. On this birthday, my excitement was doubled, as my daddy was due to come home from the army. He had been away for six months and I'd missed him desperately. We've always been close, and even though I have two sisters, I've always been his favourite. I've shared everything with him, telling him about the boys I liked, and my first kiss. I've even told him about the night I lost my virginity. At eight o' clock sharp the doorbell rang, and I raced down the stairs so I could be the first one to greet daddy. As usual, on opening the door to daddy, I was immediately engulfed in his big strong arms as he lifted me up and hugged me tight to his chest. Six months is a long time for a dad to be away from his favourite daughter, and he held on to me for at least two minutes, until my sisters started clearing their throats, and I could hear my mother sighing. "Oh for God's sake, Garrick," my mother sighed, "there are other people here who want to see you, you know." Daddy reluctantly released me. He patted my ass lightly as I disentangled myself from his embrace, and then proceeded to hug my sisters, before planting a big kiss on my mother's lips, gathering her up in his arms, and tickling her slightly. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight of my dad showing affection to someone other than me. Dad sipped a coffee in the kitchen and told us some tales of army life for half an hour before yawning, and saying he was going to go for a nap. I looked up at him as he left the table, feeling a slight stab of hurt in my heart. He hadn't wished me a happy birthday yet and that wasn't like my dad. He usually made a big fuss of all his daughters on their birthdays. I put it down to him being tired from the journey home, and knew that he would make it up to me at the party. By ten thirty, I'd had more than a few drinks, spurred on by the pain I was feeling because my dad seemingly didn't care about my special day. He had eventually arrived down the stairs, bleary eyed, and in bad form, ignoring me and my sisters and heading straight to the fridge, where he took out a bottle of vodka, poured a quarter of the bottle into a glass, and threw it down his throat. I was a little shocked, I had never seen my dad act this way. At midnight, all my guests had gone home, and now it was just my sisters, me, and my mum and dad that were left. My sisters were so drunk that they passed out on the couch. My dad seemed very tipsy as he stumbled up the stairs, dragging my mum behind him, loudly whispering how horny he was for her. I sat at the kitchen table, feeling completely alone, and downed what was left of a bottle of vodka. I couldn't understand why my dad had ignored me the whole night, it hurt so badly. I felt let down, and worse than that, I felt rejected. My precious daddy, instead of treating me like a princess, had cast me off. I made my way up the stairs, holding on to the banister for support. Closing my bedroom door behind me, I peeled off my dress, the one I had chosen so carefully, hoping for dad to tell me I was his pretty little girl when he saw me in it, and threw it on the floor. Feeling slightly woozy now, after all the alcohol, I made my way to the bay window in my room, and sat on the sill, loving the moonlight shining on my bare skin. Curled up with my favourite teddy bear, I let the fresh air invade the room, enjoying the cool breeze, feeling it start to clear my fuzzy head. A loud banging noise started to pound from the wall I shared with my parent's bedroom. I instantly closed my eyes and stuck a finger in each ear, as I had done hundreds of times before. I knew that banging sound well. My parents were having sex and while in the throes of passion tended to forget that their daughters could hear them. No matter how hard I tried to block them out, their panting and grunting always seeped through to me. And as usual, no matter how hard I tried to resist, I got turned on by the sounds of sex and had to touch myself. I'd been doing it for as long as I could remember. Hearing my dad fuck my mother made me wetter than anything else and over the years I had practiced masturbating to their rhythm, so that now I could cum when they did, biting into my teddy bear, muffling my screams of ecstasy as my mum and dad came loudly next door. After I had recovered from my orgasm, I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my head. I was awoken some time later by the sensation of something brushing against my face. As I opened my eyes I could make out a vague shadow sitting on my bed and my heart froze until I heard my father's reassuring voice. "Don't worry angel, it's just your dad." "Where's my birthday kiss then, Daddy?" I asked. My dad stopped brushing my face and I was surprised to hear a hardness in his voice as he said, "You're too big for that now, Jemma." He got up off the bed then and walked over to the window. I could just make out his face in the moonlight, a worried expression creasing his features. I had no idea what was troubling my dad but I hated to see him upset. I threw the bed-covers off me and walked over to my dad, hugging him from behind, and squeezing him gently. "Daddy, what's wrong?" I whispered. Dad shrugged me away from him and started pacing round the room. He looked panicked, and it startled me to see my usually calm dad act like this. Whatever was bothering him, it was something big. After a few moments of walking in circles around my small room, Dad flopped on to my bed. Worried about him now, I crossed the room, and lay down on the bed beside him. He was shirtless, and a pair of tight black boxers was all that covered his nakedness from me. I was dressed only in my bra and panties, and as I cuddled up to him, wrapping my arms around his chest, he pulled away and in a gruff whisper he said, "Put some damn clothes on." I was hurt by his sudden anger at me and extremely puzzled to the source of it. I jumped up from the bed, stood with my hands on my hips, and defiantly said to him, "No daddy, this is my room, I'll walk around half naked if I want and if you don't like it you can leave." Daddy was silent for a second and then let out a huge sigh. "I do like it baby, and that's the problem." I had no idea what my daddy was talking about for a second, I just looked at him lying on my bed, chest rising up and down from his deep breaths, his handsome profile faced away from me, and something else; something that I never thought I would see so starkly and never ever in my bedroom; my daddy's hard cock, standing up so proudly, the huge bulge straining the fabric of his boxers. "Daddy?" that was all I could say. My eyes couldn't leave the sight of his cock. I had heard it being used on my mother many times, but I had never seen it, and even in the dark shadows of my bedroom, it looked impressive. Daddy made no movement or effort to speak so I quietly tip-toed my way to the bed, thinking maybe he had fallen asleep, his previous utterance just a drunken ramble that didn't mean anything. Moving closer to him, I could see that his eyes were closed tight, and that he was breathing heavily, I thought he must surely be asleep, and I thought I would wake up in a fun way, a way I had done lots of times before. Carefully avoiding touching my daddy's erection I climbed on to my bed, and straddled his chest. Still no movement from him, so I began to slide my fingers over his waist, his smooth skin felt warm to my touch. I knew that this was where he was most ticklish, and that me tickling him was bound to wake him up. He would laugh at me and then tell me to get some sleep and that would be it. Everything would be back to normal. But it didn't turn out that way. I continued trailing my fingers over my dad's body. When he didn't wake up from the tickling on his waist, I slid my fingers up further, using the most gentle of movements, the lightest touch I could manage, to try and wake him from his slumber. As I got to my dad's nipples, taking care not to pinch just graze, the unmistakeable feeling of a hard cock hitting against the bottom of my ass cheek drew an alarmed gasp from me and made me freeze in my efforts to tickle daddy awake. "Oh god, Jemma" my daddy said in a pained whisper. "I'm so sorry, but I need to take you." Before I could even think of a reply to that, I felt my dad move and all of a sudden I was lying on my back, on my bed, my daddy on top of me and my legs still wrapped around his chest. I lay in stunned silence as my daddy's lips found mine and he began to kiss me passionately. I instinctively kissed back, the feeling of a hot tongue sliding against mine instantly getting me excited and the knowledge that this was my dad's tongue and my dad's body grinding against me not immediately registering in my mind. As I felt my dad's erection press into my stomach, I became fully aware of what was happening and called out; "Dad, what the hell are you doing?" At the sound of my voice, my dad stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes. I could see raw longing in those dark brown eyes I knew so well, and at the sight of this, my panties became wet. "Jemma baby, I'm so sorry, when I hugged you tonight and saw how grown up and beautiful you've become...it's all I've been able to think about baby. That's why I've been avoiding you all night, to try and get rid of thoughts of your naked body laying under mine, and my hard cock buried deep in your little wet pussy." Dad was breathing hard when he finished speaking, and at that moment I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I wasn't sure if I had always wanted my dad, but I knew I did now, I wanted exactly what he had just said. I wanted him to spread my legs and bury his cock inside me. I wanted my daddy to fuck me. "Daddy, please fuck me." I whispered the words so quietly I wasn't sure he even heard them but then I felt his mouth press on mine again, and that was it. Me and daddy were kissing each other, our tongues invading each other's mouth, hungrily looking to explore as much as we could. Daddy started to grind his body on mine again, his hardness pressed into me, making me want to touch it and play with it. Daddy withdrew his tongue from my mouth and slid it down my neck, sending delicious thrills through my whole body. I fumbled for his cock as he licked my neck, desperately wanting to touch it and feel how hard it was, but daddy reached down and took my hands in his. "Jemma, baby, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, be patient, trust me you'll get to feel all my cock has to offer you." With that, my dad reached over to my bed stand and grabbed a headband I kept there for when I was applying makeup. He held both my hands in one of his as he did this, then he brought my arms up over my head and used the headband to tie me to the rails of my bed frame. Now that I was unable to grab for daddy, he kissed me on the lips quickly, and with a wicked little smile he went back to licking my neck. He licked me gently and slowly, using just the tip of his tongue, starting at the bottom of my neck and working his way up to my chin. His tongue never leaving my skin, he moved to my ear where he nibbled it, and then slowly whispered, in a hot breathless voice, " Jemma, you're so fucking beautiful, I'm going to make you cum so hard all over your daddy's big cock." This sent a fire trail directly down to my pussy, and I could feel my panties begin to soak through. My legs were still wrapped around my dad and there was no way he would not be able to feel just how much he had turned me on. Daddy was still rock hard too but didn't give into the temptation to just tear my clothes off and fuck me. Daddy began to move his tongue down my neck, sliding his body down me as he went. His mouth stopped over my breasts, and while I expected him to rip off my bra and suck my nipples he just stopped moving. I looked at him, looking at me. He had a look of almost animal desire about him, as his eyes roved my body, taking in every inch of me. I'd always loved my curves, they made me feel so feminine, and now it appeared my daddy loved my curves too. "Baby, what size are your breasts?" Daddy looked into my eyes waiting for my answer. "Emm, they're 36F, daddy, is that ok?" For a second I was worried that I was too curvy for him. My mum was so skinny and flat chested, and he had been fucking her for a long time so maybe that was what he really liked. When daddy laid a hand on my left breast, and his cock bounced against me, I was reassured; daddy wanted me because I was curvy. Daddy cupped my breast in his hand, using his fingers to tweak my hard nipple. He held it for a little while, just enjoying the feeling of it, and then he lowered his mouth to my nipple. Without taking my breasts from my bra, he licked my nipple through the fabric, then blew gently on it. I never thought indirect contact could feel so good, but I loved it. Daddy repeated this with my other breast and then the longing to see his little girl's big breasts overcame him, and he pulled my bra down, exposing my tits, their nipples pink and hard, and waiting for daddy's tongue. He didn't leave me waiting for long. Starting with my left breast, he licked the nipple, then moved his way all over the skin, leaving a wet trail as he did. He returned to my nipple and took it in his mouth. He sucked hard on it, drawing it in deep, and then released it. Then he stuck his tongue out a sliver and licked my nipple, running the tip of his tongue over and over it, making me wetter and wetter, then daddy took my nipple in his mouth, and instead of sucking it deep again, he held it between his teeth and bit gently, moving his teeth across it as he did so. "Oh fuck daddy", I moaned. My breath was getting shorter the entire time daddy played with my nipple and I began to think that he might make me cum without even touching my pussy. Daddy moved to my right nipple and repeated the whole thing, moving his body down mine so that his cock was now lying on my still clothed pussy. Every time I moaned from his actions, his cock bobbed against my clit, which just made me gasp more. I wanted to touch that cock, I wanted to lick it and taste it, and stroke it and I wanted it inside me, but daddy still had me tied up and he was fully in charge. I just hoped it wouldn't be too long before he fucked me. Daddy was getting more and more turned on by my moaning, and trying to move my body against his. I wanted him to know just how much I needed him now. As much as his tongue was sending me to heaven I needed daddy's cock to bring me right there. "Daddy, please, I really need you to fuck me now". My whisper was a plea, I could hardly believe it but I was actually begging my own father for sex. Daddy kept sucking my nipples, then ran his tongue down my navel towards my trimmed pussy. I knew he wanted to lick me there, probably wanted me to cum in his mouth so he could taste and drink up his little girls juices, but I couldn't wait to have his cock inside me. Anything else would be a form of torture. I started to buck against the restraint of the headband daddy had tied me with. I wiggled underneath daddy, trying to make him feel my wetness, understand my need. "Daddy, please...please fuck me, I need your cock inside me now daddy." Daddy seemed to hear me then, he brought his lips up from their intended route and clamped them down on mine. Kissing me roughly, he ran his hands all over my body, squeezing my breasts, then with one swift movement, he tore my soaking panties off, and threw them across the room. Leaving me tied up, he got off the bed, and pulled his boxers off, giving my first proper view of his magnificent cock. It was hard, about seven or eight inches, and from what I could tell in the light from the moon, absolutely delicious looking. He brought it to my mouth and even though he knew that I needed him to slide it into me now or I would go insane, he whispered, "Taste it baby, taste your daddy's cock." I couldn't say no. I wanted to taste it, and besides he was my daddy, all I wanted to do was please him. I licked my lips, and nodded, my eyes never leaving daddy's face as he gently gave me the head of his cock. I licked just a little to start with; scared I wouldn't be good enough for my dad. Then as I heard him gasp and moan at the feel of my tongue, I grew more confident and soon I had the whole head of daddy's cock in my mouth. It was hot and smooth, and daddy's precum trickled on to my tongue, the taste of it was sweet. I flicked my tongue over the head, and rolled it around so that I could lick the precum that was increasing the more daddy's cock stayed in my mouth. I started to open my mouth more so that I could swallow some more of my daddy's cock, but he placed his hands on my head and took his cock away from me. "I'll come if I let u swallow me baby, just the sight of that little mouth stretching to take my cock in is enough to make me want to blow everything I have down your throat." Hearing daddy talk so dirty was a major turn on, I could have listened to that for hours and cum again and again without even touching myself, but I knew that we were both needy for something else now. For each other's bodies, to make each other cum, to make each other breathless after fucking each other's brains outs. Daddy climbed back on to the bed. My pussy was now exposed, and I knew that even in the dim light, daddy would be able to see my wetness seeping out of me and sliding down my ass crack, making a little puddle on the bed sheet. My bra was still on but my tits were hanging out, sitting just as daddy had left them. I was sure I looked like a slut, but I didn't care. Daddy had made me like this and I wanted him to fuck his little princess better than any slut he'd ever had before. Now that we were finally at the moment of no turning back, daddy seemed hesitant. He kneeled in front of my open legs, his hard cock glistening with precum and he just stared at me. "Are you sure about this, Jemma? Once my cock is inside you, that's it, I'll always be your daddy, but after that I'll be the man who fucked you like you've never been fucked before. Do you really want your daddy to slide his big hard cock in that little pussy, stretch you, pound into you, fuck you and make you cum?" I knew then that he wasn't hesitant at all; he was just teasing me, talking dirty to me because he could see I loved it. I looked up at my daddy and just nodded, I was ready, and I knew he was too. Daddy used one hand to spread my legs wide open, the other held his hard cock. He seemed to forget that I was still tied to the bed, and I was glad. With my hands out of use I was free to just lie there and take a good hard fucking. I could be completely exposed and cum like I'd always wanted to but had been too shy too before. I closed my eyes as daddy lowered himself from his knees and I could sense that his cock was right in front of my opening now. I could feel the heat begin to build in my pussy, as I waited for him. My clit was throbbing. I would have loved to have rubbed it as he fucked me but it was out of bounds, my hands couldn't reach it. All I could do was wait for the fucking that daddy had promised me. I let out a loud gasp as I felt daddy's cock slide inside me for the first time. Daddy quickly placed a finger on my lips, reminding me that we were not alone in the house. He kept his cock still inside me for a few moments, letting my pussy relax around him, letting me get used to the pleasure of him being there. We looked into each other's eyes, as he held himself in my pussy. This should feel wrong and dirty, maybe even disgusting, instead it felt like the biggest thrill in the world. It felt like my daddy's cock should always be inside me, it felt like my pussy belonged to him. Daddy and Me Daddy began to move then. So far, he hadn't gone in to the hilt, but now he slid in those extra few inches, completely filling me up, making my pussy stretch. Daddy's cock felt incredible inside me. He was long but he was also thick, and that was what made my pussy cream around him, I could feel myself get wetter and wetter as daddy began to fuck me. As he began to move faster and faster inside me, my breath got shallower, I couldn't help but moan out loud. Daddy was right. He was fucking me like I'd never been fucked before. His cock filled me up, sliding off the walls of my pussy, hitting my deepest spot; it was almost like he was impaling me on his cock. My breasts bounced up and down as daddy's pace quickened. As he fucked me he caught a nipple in his mouth and bit. I screamed with pleasure and instead of shushing me daddy just fucked me harder. "That's it baby girl scream for your daddy, you like your daddy fucking you, don't you, you dirty little girl". All I could do was nod and moan, the pleasure was coursing through my body, building up inside me. I felt like I was going to explode. At that moment I didn't care who heard me, or who thought this was wrong, all I knew was my daddy was fucking me and I fucking loved it. "Yes daddy, please keep fucking me, fuck your little girl, your cock is so amazing in my pussy, I don't want you to stop fucking me, oh fuck daddy, oh fuck." My breath kept getting shorter and shorter as daddy fucked me deep and fast. He started to moan too and sweat began to break out on his chest. He moved position so that his chest rubbed against my tits and I began to get sticky with his sweat. With the change in position his cock was now deeper than ever before inside me, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. "You're gonna cum all over your daddy's cock aren't you, you filthy little girl. You're gonna get your daddy's cock soaking wet with your pussy juices, aren't you? That's my girl, cum for daddy" I couldn't help it now, I had to cum. Between daddy's words and his unbelievably good fucking I was at the point where I had to release. "Yes daddy, yes, I'm going to cum for you, daddy. You're making me cum daddy, you're making me cum. Fuck me daddy, please fuck me harder." Daddy started to pound into me then, stretching my little pussy to the limit. He had his hands all over my body and as my moans got louder and louder he took my nipple in his mouth again, and sucked and bit. I came then. I came, thrashing about on the bed, my body out of control, my pussy clenching on daddy's cock, my clit throbbing, my juices running everywhere, soaking everything in their path. I bit hard on daddy's shoulder as I came, calling for him over and over again. "Daddy, daddy, oh daddy, oh fuck daddy, oh daddy, daddy, daddy." When I finally stopped cumming I lay exhausted on the bed. Daddy was still rock hard in my quivering pussy, he had resisted cumming inside his little girl as I had the most brilliant orgasm of my life. "Fuck baby, I can't believe how sexy you are when you cum, it was all I could do not to explode inside you." Daddy looked at me in wonder, as I caught my breath. I desperately wanted daddy to cum now. He had made me cum so hard; I wanted to do the same for him. "Cum for me now daddy, please." Daddy began to move his cock inside me again, but my pussy was sensitive now, and wouldn't be able to take another hard fucking for awhile. "Daddy, cum all over me, I want you to stand over me so I can feel your cum rain down on me." Daddy reluctantly withdrew his cock from my warm wet pussy and stood over me. He stroked his hard cock while looking down at his little baby girl, fresh from being fucked hard and desperate for her daddy's cum. I wanted to make him cum hard, so I asked him to untie my hands then I grabbed one of my breasts and raised it to my mouth. Because my breasts are so big I can lick and suck my own nipples. I took one of my nipples in my mouth and looked up at daddy as I licked. With my other hand I splayed my pussy lips open and rubbed my clit. "Oh fuck Jemma, baby girl, that's it. Oh my little girl is so dirty for her daddy, oh fuck baby, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum all over my little girl." Daddy let out a deep growl as he came, his hand moving up and down his cock with tremendous speed. His cum fell from his cock in thick heavy spurts, hitting my body with a delicious slapping sound. Daddy came hard, his knees gave way as his balls emptied everything they had on to his daughter and he fell down beside me on my bed, breathing deeply and saying fuck over and over again. I lay there covered in my daddy's cum, my pussy exhausted but satisfied. Daddy lay beside me, naked, his cock softening, his hands caressing my body. Daddy got up from the bed then, kissed me, hurriedly put his boxer shirts back on and then went back to the bed he shared with mum. I wasn't jealous now, because in all the times I'd heard daddy cum when he was fucking mum, it had never been as hard as when it had been as he was stood over his little girl, releasing his delicious creamy load on to her waiting body. Daddy & Me My name is Maya and this is the story of my life and love. I was was sitting on the couch breast feeding my father when the telephone rang. (You may like to read my poem " A good deed" published in literotica). Daddy (my father in law); and I had become lovers soon after my wedding. He was much better endowed than my husband and far more imaginative and aggressive as a lover. My husband believed in plain vanilla sex and was always very gentle and considerate. We would always make love in the conventional missionary position and the frequency was also very low -- not more than thrice a week. My husband was my first lover. I had read many romantic novels and watched some movies, which contained scenes of explicit sex and erotic love. The women seemed to enjoy sex and I was unable to reach the same heights of excitement and arousal in my marital sex. I felt disappointed and wondered if all that I had read and seen was only confined to the realm of films and novels. I never thought I will experience the passion and excitement of raw sex which I dreamt of. Once we had gone to a friend's house for a party. The drinks were flowing and the topic turned to sex. The question of swinging and exchanging partners cropped up. Almost all the women were aghast at the very concept. The host then suggested that we all watch a nice blue film which will make all the couples go home in a mood for sex. There was general agreement. The movie we saw was full of sex. Almost all taboo acts like water sports, anal sex were shown including fellatio. The film depicted a young white woman who falls under the spell of her black gardener. The gardener was much older than the woman and he slowly transformed the white lady into his personal sex slut. The wife totally under her black gardener's spell that she became ready to submit to any of his demands. What began as an employer- employee relationship got transformed to a master slave situation. The movie showed the black man ordering, humiliating and degrading the white wife -- and the lady was enjoying it -- thanks to the big cock she was allowed to worship. On our way back, my husband asked me what I felt about the film. I was embarrassed and my face went red. Hubby misunderstood my emotions and apologized that we had to see such a movie. He went on to say that he was shocked at the scenes in the movie and how the white woman ever agreed to even act out some of the scenes -- leave alone any one accepting to do it in real life. Hubby's views left me flabbergasted. I thought he was indeed very naïve. He did not understand women. Despite all the talk of women's liberation, every woman yearns to be mastered. Women have a primal desire to submit to a strong male. We may like gentlemen in other spheres of life, but when it comes to sex, the caveman wins every time. This message has been programmed into every woman's brain. We want a man who will take us, take his pleasure and not treat us like glass dolls. The hard grip of a man, controlling his woman's body, even causing her pain, but pleasuring her with his cock, is far better than a gentle lover who we cannot feel. Women respect male strength, and the rougher a man behaves during sex, the more she enjoys. A woman will respect a man who treats her like an object -- designed to satisfy his desires -- which is what she is ultimately meant for. That is how nature intended it and no amount of culture or civilization is going to change or overcome the animal in human beings. I was quite disappointed with my husband and quite frankly lost my respect for him that evening. Our home consisted of my husband, his father and me. My mother had expired a year before our marriage. Our house belonged to my father in law. It was nice independent building with a large garden in the front and a small open patch of land in the rear. We were well shielded from the road with several large shady trees protecting our boundary. The ground floor consisted of a sitting room, kitchen, dining room and a guest bedroom on the ground floor. The first floor had two large bedrooms and a big balcony which could be approached through either bedroom. My father in law continued to occupy the bedroom he and my late mother in law used. Our bedroom was adjoining theirs and the two rooms had a connecting door. When we made love, my husband was very careful that we should be quiet lest any sound percolate into the other bedroom. It was almost as though our lovemaking was illicit and we had to conceal it from the world. My husband was a software engineer. His job required frequent travel. Being young, he was often sent out on assignments. During these trips, which lasted anything from a few days to a month, my father and I were alone at home. I had often felt Daddy sneaking furtive glances when he thought I was not aware of him. In the beginning I ignored him thinking it was just my imagination. As time passed I became more aware of how Daddy was sizing me up. I could feel his eyes rove over my body. I too decided to indulge in what I thought was harmless flirting. I used to bend forward while giving him his morning coffee allowing him a deep view of my breasts. Sometimes I would accidentally brush his body with mine while we were moving around the house. One day while having breakfast, Daddy suddenly started having hiccups. I massaged his back. As he continued to struggle, I just drew him into my arms and with his face buried in my breast, I continued to calm him down. It was several minutes before he became normal and the constant movement of his face against my breasts had made my nipples erect and his cheeks were pressed against my soft globes. His hands were holding me by my waist. When his breathing had become normal, I released him. His face was red and I could see a big soft ball of snot dripping from his nose. Instinctively I just used my hand to wipe his nose and rubbed my hand clean on my apron. I asked him if he was feeling alright, but he was still struggling and gave no coherent reply, I once again tenderly drew him to my breast. This time Daddy deftly turned and clasped his mouth around my erect nipple. Although I was wearing my blouse and a bra beneath, I could feel his wet mouth circle my nipples as his lips closed tighter. He began a slow sucking motion as I wrapped my arms around him. I was rubbing his shoulder and back with one hand while the other was combing his hair and pressing him nearer. A few minutes passed, and once his breathing became normal, I slowly released him. Although he seemed reluctant to release my nipple, he slowly disengaged his lips. When I looked down I could see that my dress was wet around my breasts and nipples, where he had slobbered his saliva. Pretending to appear normal, I asked him if he was alright. Daddy replied yes and I just went about cleaning the table and my normal morning chores. I purposely decided not to change my dress and I could see Daddy staring at my boobs and the erect nipple partially visible through my dress. Later I asked Daddy if he wished to see a doctor. He replied that he was feeling better. I asked him if he had any allergies and what caused his hiccups. He replied that he had no known allergies and although he had experienced hiccups before, he had never experienced such a serious attack which almost threatened to choke him. I asked him to take rest and not over exert himself. Daddy agreed and said that he will take my advice. The next day I got up as usual and as I was passing Daddy's bedroom, I heard some grunting noises. Unable to restrain myself, I tiptoed to the door, which was slightly open & peered in carefully. I saw Daddy rubbing the largest cock I had ever seen. He was engrossed in himself and obviously concentrating on getting release from his pent up tension. He never even noticed me, and I waited trying to keep out of sight, unable to move from the spot. Suddenly his erect cock exploded and a white jet of come streamed upwards. Daddy continued to rub himself a few minutes and the jets of come continued. It was absolutely marvelous. My husband's cock seemed puny in comparison. I had never even got an opportunity to judge the quantity of seed he produced, but I knew there was no way he could compare to Daddy. I knew then that I wanted Daddy and would do everything possible to touch and taste that cock. People always assume that a man with a large cock is always an alpha male, dominant and aggressive. This was not the case with Daddy. Although he would look and visually undress me, he was always restrained in his behavior. I knew then that I had to take the lead, if anything was to materialize. I slowly began to dress a little different. Sometimes I would wear a low cut blouse, or leave a few buttons undone. My skirts were a little higher or I would wear shorts which left a good deal of my legs exposed. One afternoon, I purposely requested Daddy to help me bring down a vessel placed in the loft of the kitchen. He could not reach the vessel, even standing on a stool. We then decided that I would sit on his shoulder and retrieve the vessel. I climbed on his shoulder, with my legs wrapped around him. I pretended that I was still uneasy about my balance and asked him to hold me. He put his hands on my waist. I said that I was worried his hands may slip from my silk blouse and placed them on my bare skin, pulling my blouse aside. I specifically asked him to hold me tight. As his grip became firm, I also rubbed my pussy on his head. His head was between my thighs and my pussy began to get very wet. I am sure he could fell the moisture and the fragrance from my pussy. I kept up this pose for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation. Daddy was very patient although his hands wandered around my midriff and for a second he toyed with my belly button. I found it very erotic as his hands lingered all over my waist and stomach. Suddenly, he placed a palm under my ass and pushed me closer to his neck. I could feel his hot breath blow against my thighs. After locating the vessel, I told Daddy that it was in my hand and asked him to take it from me. Daddy raised his hand and taking the vessel, put it down. It was now time to get down. Telling Daddy to hold me lest I fall, I slowly slid down Daddy like a dancer on a pole. I rubbed myself all over Daddy taking special care to crush my breasts on his shoulder and back as I got down. As I slid holding on to him, my hand was moving down his torso. While removing my hands I stroked his erect cock. He almost jumped in surprise, but I just pretended to bend down to adjust my dress and while doing so, my face was directly behind near his ass. As I straightened, I buried my face between his ass cheeks and lingered there a minute trying to inhale the musky odor. I think he must have ejaculated at that point, for I got a whiff of a scent, erotic and exciting. Thanking Daddy for his help, I resumed my kitchen work. I began a slow but steady campaign to seduce Daddy. I knew he desired me, but did not have the courage to make the first move. Having seen the size of his cock, there was no way I was going to miss the chance to enjoy this monster. When I gathered Daddy's clothes to put in the washing machine, I smelled the same scent on his underwear. I knew then that he was masturbating & all I had to do was to direct that sexual energy in the right direction. A sudden turn of events literally played into my hands. Daddy used to go to a nearby friend's house every Friday to play a game of chess and enjoy a few drinks. Suddenly I got a call from the lady of the house Daddy had gone to. Apparently the two old men had taken one drink too many and in a juvenile stunt crashed the car into a nearby tree. Luckily they had not injured anyone and there was no police case involved. Daddy was not driving, but both he and his friend had been admitted to a nearby hospital. I immediately informed my husband about the accident. He promised to catch the earliest return flight & come home. I rushed to the hospital to check on Daddy and his friend. Daddy's friend had fractured his leg and also suffered a severe concussion on his head, which left him unconscious. He was admitted and admitted to the ICU. Daddy was relatively lucky. His left arm was twisted and the doctor put a cast for a few weeks. When the windscreen had shattered, Daddy had protected his face, but the palm and thumb of his right hand had a deep gash. The doctor put some stitches and bandage and told Daddy to come for a dressing of the wound the next day. At that time nobody realized the possible complications that two immobile hands could cause. Compared to his friend Daddy had escaped unscathed. When we returned home, I phoned my husband. He was very happy to know that Daddy was not seriously injured. I had put the speaker phone on during the conversation. When my husband spoke to Daddy, he sheepishly explained the circumstances of the accident. My husband was quite cross and told Daddy that he will cut short his work to return home. Daddy quickly told my husband that the injuries were not serious and that there was no need to rush home. My husband appeared very relieved on hearing this. To my annoyance, even without discussing further with me, he just announced that since Daddy's injury was not serious he will not return. He added that the project he was working was nearing completion. As the team leader, if he left at this stage, another person will take over and also hog all the credit. I could sympathize with him but also felt aggrieved that he did not even discuss his decision with me. I went to bed in a surly mood, while Daddy appeared relieved that his misadventure had not caused any major disturbance. Next day, I was just sitting in the sofa with my coffee watching the morning news. Daddy walked in to the room. I asked him how he was feeling and he replied that the pain had reduced. He added that he could not sleep well in the night as he had to be careful not to put any weight on his left hand and avoid turning. He said he spent the entire night lying on his back. I was surprised to see that he was still dressed in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday. His dress was stained with blood and dirt from the accident. Avoiding looking at my face, he said he felt tired. I suggested that he should go up and have a wash and change his dress immediately. He looked embarrassed and said that he would change in the evening after he returned from his follow up visit to the hospital. I asked him what connection the hospital visit had in terms of his changing his dirty dress. Daddy almost blushed and his face became red. He slowly stammered that his left hand was totally immobilized and the bandages on his right palm and thumb made movement very difficult. He was waiting for the doctor to remove the bandage so that he could do his daily rituals. I immediately phoned the hospital and asked them if we could come to remove the dressing on Daddy's right hand. The hospital told me that Daddy's appointment was slated for the next day and being a week end the staff was too less to attend to him today. I then asked them if they could send over a male nurse to help Daddy. They turned down my request saying they were short of nurses -- both male & female. I was advised to manage at home. When I finished the call, I saw Daddy fidgeting in an uncomfortable manner. I asked him what the problem was, but he never replied. I then went back to the kitchen, cooked breakfast and went upstairs to have my bath. I returned downstairs and saw that Daddy was still sitting on the dining table, ignoring the coffee I had placed for him. I angrily asked him if he had gone on a hunger strike as I knew he was very keen on his morning coffee. Daddy simply lifted his right hand and explained that he could not hold anything. He added that he was not even able to change his dress and felt totally helpless. While speaking he continued to move nervously. I asked him what the problem was and in a weak voice, he replied that he had not been able to undo his trouser even to visit the toilet. Ignoring his protests, I led Daddy to the bathroom. I undid the zip of his trouser and tried to pull his cock out. Obviously unfamiliar with the process, I was fumbling and in the process his cock became erect and hard. Getting impatient, I simply undid his trousers and pulled down his underwear. He stood in front of the commode and tried to piss. The erection prevented him and I decided to move away to allow him privacy. I waited outside the bathroom and heard the strong stream of urine splash in the toilet. When the sound ended, I walked in and was shocked. Daddy was unable to hold his cock properly with his bandaged hand. He had peed partly into his trousers and I could see splashes of urine on the floor around the commode. I quickly decided to take matters into hand and made him step out of the wet trousers and underwear. Daddy asked me to go out saying that he was about to make a bowel movement. I asked him how he was planning to clean himself. He had no reply but said that he simply had to evacuate his stomach. I had picked up his clothes and was shocked to see a dark brown stain in the back of his underwear. Obviously he had been suppressing his urge to shit and soiled himself. I sternly told him that since he was behaving like a small child I would treat him like a baby. I made him sit on the toilet and told him to shit. A few minutes later I asked him if he had finished. He replied yes and was about to put his hand to pull the flush when he realized his plight. I asked him to get up and move away from the commode. I could see two big yellow turds floating in the pan. I pulled the flush and waited for the commode to become clean. Now it was clean up Daddy. I sat down on the toilet seat and asked Daddy to turn with his back to me. Taking a toilet roll in my hand I tried to spread his ass cheeks. It was difficult to spread both his cheeks with one hand. Daddy tried to move forward when I tried to inset a toilet roll to clean his shithole. I quickly moved my hand between his legs and grabbed him by the balls. I ordered him to stand still and took my own sweet time cleaning his bottom. I even inserted a finger inside his bottom. Daddy almost jumped but I tightened my hold on his balls and pulled him to me. I inserted my index finger inside his rear chute and wriggled in and gave him a gentle massage. Daddy had now become obedient and docile and I could hear him panting. Telling Daddy that he had been a dirty boy, I told him that I would clean him properly. I withdrew my index finger from his rectum. It had dark brown pieces of shit sticking to it. Daddy was facing the opposite direction. Feeling both excited and nasty, I inserted my dirty finger into my mouth and licked it clean. I tasted Daddy's shit in my mouth. I loved the feeling that I was doing something forbidden and taboo. I once again scolded Daddy for his poor personal hygiene and told him that I will now take charge. He continued standing quietly as I cleaned his rear hole. I ended by pulling aside both his ass cheeks for a better inspection. Moving forward to get a better look, my nose and mouth were almost touching his hole. I inhaled deeply trying to draw his unique fragrance and ended by giving a quick kiss and lick on his wide open hole. Daddy was so embarrassed and excited that I don't think he even knew what I was doing. I then asked him to turn around and face me. His erect cock was now inches away from my face. I began a slow and thorough inspection of his cock and balls. I ran my fingers through his pubic hair which was partly grey. I weighed each big testicle in my hand, getting a good feel of their size, shape and weight. He was far bigger than my husband. I circled my hand around his erect cock. His cock was long and much thicker than my husband. Even with my four fingers circling the length, more than half his cock was exposed. Daddy, unlike my husband was circumcised. The head was fully exposed. I ran my fingers across his cock and saw a drop of moisture leaking from the top. I wiped it with my finger and saw a broad slit revealing his urethra. I tried to pry open his pee hole, and had to again order Daddy to stand still when he tried to move. I could smell the urine on him as he had not washed after peeing. I slowly allowed my mouth to sink over his cock and began licking him trying to insert my tongue into his pee hole. Suddenly he began to throb and I felt a blast of cum shoot into my mouth. I took his cum in my mouth and swirled it around my tongue not swallowing. I have never tasted anything better. It was my first taste of cum & I was determined to enjoy it. I kept Daddy's cock in my mouth and refused to release it even as it became soft. Daddy & Me Suddenly I felt a wave of pity and tenderness for the old man. I knew I had taken advantage and practically raped him, but I also had feelings for him. I told Daddy that since he could not take care of himself, I would help him till he became better. It was to remain a secret just between the two of us. Like any red blooded male daddy readily agreed. I think at the fundamental level all men are the same. Despite all our social customs and traditions, no man ever looks at a young woman except as a possible channel to spread his seed and genes. While I knew that Daddy would keep our secret (after all he had everything to lose -- a young sexy partner); I had to retain the control of our relationship. I warned him that if he ever revealed any aspect of our relationship, I would accuse him of having raped me. I also berated him about his poor personal hygiene and said that he had to maintain my standards as long as were together, Daddy wanted to object but I brooked no opposition and remained firm. The next few days established our routine. I decided to move to Daddy's bedroom as I did not want any traces of his presence in my marital bedroom. I knew my husband rarely if ever enters Daddy's room. Since Daddy could not use his hands (the doctor said the gashes on his right palm were healing slowly and extended the dressing for a week); he was almost totally dependent on me. Every morning, I would brush his teeth and give him his coffee, holding the cup to his mouth. We used to eat our breakfast and meals together, from the same plate. I would feed him with my hands, alternating between his and my mouth. We took our bath together, as I found that I became quite drenched while bathing him. We became used to nudity. I used to enjoy bathing him and took special care of his cock and ass hole. One day I discovered lint in his belly button. I scolded him and took extra care. One area that bothered us was his nose. He was always very uncomfortable when I inserted my finger and turned it around to remove snot. I had to rebuke him several times until he slowly got used and would patiently sit while I dug into his nostrils. A few times I would sink my tongue deep inside his nose, trying to scour out small particles which I would roll on my tongue, taste and swallow. His toilet activity was fully monitored as I had to help hold his cock for pissing and clean him after shitting. He would always tell me when he wanted to visit the toilet. I cleaned his cock and asshole, and used to follow up by kissing or licking him with my tongue. From time to time, I would hold his cock to my face allowing the yellow fluid to bathe my face. I would even insert it into my mouth and let him pour himself into my belly. On occasions I was feeling particularly nasty I used my tongue to clean his cock and ass hole, dispensing with both water and toilet paper. You may wonder how I was able to perform such acts, considered dirty by most. Here again the thinking of men and women is vastly different. From our childhood, women have to deal with dirt and filth. It is our job to clean the house, wash the clothes, dirty dishes and so on. When we are menstruating, we are considered unclean. Similarly women, even as children are exposed to babies from a young age. Our maternal instincts kick in and we are comfortable cleaning a young baby's bottom or washing wet and soiled nappies, even before we are married. When we are pregnant, the baby not only feeds from our body, but all the waste is also disposed through the mother. For women, dirt and filth are a part of life and we not only learn to deal with them, but accept it as a part of our life. It never bothered me that I would lick Daddy's shitty bottom clean, kiss his piss dripping cock and later forget all about it. To me it was no different than cleaning the bathroom and then going down for a meal. We enjoyed sex. Daddy was an aggressive lover. He was insatiable often coming twice or thrice a day. I would enjoy his big cock pounding up my pussy and battering my cervix. Hubby never used to touch the heights (or is it depths?) daddy would. I was initially worried that daddy's big cock may stretch me wide open and my husband may become suspicious. Luckily the female vagina is very elastic and adaptable. My husband never realized that his small pencil like cock was just a minor a nuisance I put up with. After he pleaded and begged me, I allowed Daddy to enter my ass hole. Till now he is the only person to have fucked my bottom. Fellatio, anal sex and rimming are pleasures reserved for Daddy. Daddy is also a breast man. He can never keep his hands or lips away from my boobs. After love making he would always sleep sucking my nipple. I got so used to sleeping in this manner that if he woke up he would promptly search and find a nipple to suck. He once asked me if this disturbed me & I replied that it had become almost instinctive for me to feed a nipple into his waiting mouth and it was now a reflex action. Except when the servant was at home, we were always close to each other, touching & feeling. Although I was very much in charge, Daddy was also getting more comfortable. He would occasionally slip an arm into my dress to finger my pussy, tweak a nipple or insert it into my rear hole. His cock was almost always erect although his testicles would be hanging low due to the frequent milking of their contents -- by my mouth, pussy or ass hole. By now Daddy's hands were fully healed, but I refused to allow any change to our daily life. We would still bathe together, except that now he would also soap, lather and caress my body, cleaning every nook and crevice. I also forbade Daddy from using the toilet without my permission. He had got used to being led by the cock to the toilet, me holding and directing his urine and cleaning him after a piss or shit. Our relationship was both conventional and unorthodox. Daddy was a pure animal when it came to sex. Once he had inserted his seed in me (whether in my pussy, anus or mouth), like all males he became mild and docile. We women derive energy from sex, while men expend energy. Daddy would often rest for sometime after a bout of sex. It may surprise you to know that Daddy was much shorter than me. This proved an advantage to him. When we were lying down he would be able to fuck me and simultaneously suck my nipples. Daddy & I used to enjoy me sitting on his lap, with his cock deep in me, while he pulled and tugged at my nipples. Sometimes he would make me go down on my knees and hands and try to milk my breasts, pretending I was a cow. He would often pull sharply, even causing me pain at times and when I would protest, he would simply ignore and pull with even greater force. I was worried that he would end up tearing my nipples off my breasts; but I was happy that he did want he wanted, ignoring my pleas. I prefer a man to a wimp and later, when I would rub my tender nipples, it was with a glow of pleasure, not pain. Daddy wanted me to be more adventurous in my dressing. Once at his suggestion, I discarded my bra. However my nipples were erect and visible through my blouse and I found the maid servant observing me. After that, I refused to be without a bra, but Daddy insisted that I not wear panties. I agreed as no one could see. Daddy would often surprise me, slipping his hand under my dress and rub my pussy and ass hole. Sometimes he would push a finger inside me and keep rubbing until I came. He loved to sneak behind and shove a finger up my ass, while I was busy cooking. I would jump but he would just make me dance to his finger. I had to patiently put up with his wriggling finger, which he would withdraw and bring to my mouth for cleaning. I just love a man who makes me do whatever he likes. In fact the only time I would wear panties was when my husband was around! It is funny how men & women differ. We women go to great lengths to make our body and skin smooth and soft. Men love to touch us and we take great pleasure (and pain) to beautify our body. I, like most young women took care of my body and skin. Daddy wanted me to shave my armpits and wear sleeveless dresses. I had never shaved my underarms and was worried what my husband may say. At Daddy's insistence, I once shyly asked hubby if he would object to me shaving my arms and wearing a sleeveless dress. The stupid clod did not even bat an eyelid and told me to suit myself. I then told hubby that I would do it as a surprise for him. It was a surprise. I went to a nearby saloon and got my arms waxed just a day before hubby returned from a tour. I wanted Daddy to be the first to see me wearing a sleeveless dress! I wore a special dress, with a low cut blouse. Daddy was over the moon and showered my armpits with kisses. He was particularly pleased that my dress allowed him to slip his palm through my armpits to reach under my bra and tweak my nipple! While Daddy liked me smooth and soft, like all women, I liked my man to be hard, hairy and tough. Daddy had thick hair on his chest, and although he was graying, I loved running my hands over him. I was fascinated with the strong musty smell of his sweaty armpits. Many times, I would sit on his lap and lap away at his armpit, drinking the sweet sweat. After the accident, Daddy could not shave & I enjoyed the rough stubble scraping my soft skin, almost like sand paper. Daddy would also give me red hickeys especially on my breast and neck. The first time he did so, I had to make a story to my husband about an insect bite! After that incident we were more careful. However Daddy, like all males liked to mark his territory. Whenever we knew that hubby was going to be away for a month, he would take special care to kiss, suck and bit me all over my breasts. I prohibited him from my neck, as I was afraid the servant maid may notice. Our life together became more and more comfortable. We were always close and yet there were interests we did not share. It was how we adjusted that made us accept and value each other even more. Daddy was an ardent cricket fan. I have never been a great fan of the game. During a game, Daddy would sit glued to the TV, while I would be sitting on the floor, my head between his legs slurping on his cock and balls. Daddy would find it difficult to switch between the match & me, but he never complained. Of course he took advantage of the situation too. If he was engrossed, he would not think twice about pissing down my throat, instead of missing a ball! He never bothered to warn me except if my mouth was occupied elsewhere, in which case he would simply pull me to him and shove his cock inside my lips. From time to time I had to bring snacks and if he ever wanted to spit out something, my mouth was the receptacle. Any wicket of Daddy's team or a dropped catch by our team would result in a severe pinch on my nipple or body. I knew how our team was faring purely by the pain and pinch marks on me. Like most women, I was ardently watching a soap opera. Thrice a week, it was my turn to enjoy the TV. However I did not have it so easy. Daddy was clear that although I could watch the TV, my primary focus was to satisfy him. I agreed as that is the way it should be. The woman has to adjust and accommodate to the man, not otherwise. Daddy would lie down on my lap and I had to suckle him while I watched TV. One hand was engaged holding my breast and feeding a nipple, while the other was around his neck, caressing his head. I was allowed to watch the program as long I was suckling Daddy. If ever his mouth slipped away (which he would purposely do), I had to ensure that he was back on the breast. When my husband returned from his tour, we had to make some adjustments. Hubby was very happy to know how well Daddy & I were getting along. If only he knew the truth! The minute hubby left for office, we would be back to our games. When evening came, we reverted to our conventional behavior. Once we were sitting for a Sunday lunch. I was feeling particularly horny. Suddenly my husband had to take a telephone call. I moved my hand to Daddy's lap, undid his zip and stroked his cock. He ejaculated a copious amount into my hands. I waited till hubby came back. I calmly mixed the cum and the rice on my plate and began eating it. Daddy almost choked in surprise. I innocently asked him if anything was wrong. I then told my husband that the rice was a little extra for me and put a portion on his plate. My husband said that the rice had a new exotic taste and gulped it down! My life was filled with joy and I used to enjoy playing games with the two men in my life. Sometimes I would kiss my husband when Daddy was away or my husband could not see him. I never bothered about what daddy saw me doing with hubby, but took great care that hubby never caught me with Daddy. The sufferer was Daddy, who would get aroused and had great trouble pretending to be normal. I would give Daddy a blow job or rim his ass hole and then give hubby a deep kiss. Once I just licked all of Daddy's mouth, teeth and gums while hubby was downstairs and then jumped into hubby's arms and gave him a deep kiss. Daddy had spit and filled my mouth with his saliva which I now passed on to hubby. While watching a movie at home, I would sit close to my husband and press my tits into his chest. My husband wanted us to have a baby and start our family. I was reluctant, not ready to change my lifestyle. I pointed out to hubby that his frequent travel would leave me alone with the baby and that a child required both parents. Hubby replied that I should not worry as Daddy was there to help. Hubby was insistent and I decided to oblige him. However, there would be a small change. Since I wanted the father of my child to be near the baby and my hubby said Daddy would be there, I decided that Daddy would father my child! I decided to go off my birth control pills. Although my husband & I had regular sex, I made sure that it was on the days, I could not conceive. I also took a douche & spermicidal pill after we had sex. I was waiting for the right opportunity & it came soon. My husband told me that he would have to go away for a short trip of a week. Luckily this coincided with my most fertile time. I took great care to get hubby fuck me every day until he left. When he left, I told him that I was definite to get pregnant this month. It was true, but not what hubby understood. As soon as hubby left Daddy & I were back to our normal selves. That afternoon, after a particularly intense bout of sex, I was in a very good mood. Daddy had taken me in my pussy, mouth and ass, coming all three times. I tried to suck & prime his cock for a fourth round, but he was simply too tired. I allowed him to rest, and he promptly put his head on my breast and began sucking. Seeing him nurse like a baby, I asked him if he ever fantasized drinking my milk. Daddy answered yes and said that he looked forward to drinking my breast milk. I could feel his cock getting erect once again. I then told him about hubby's wish for us to have a baby. Daddy got worried whether this would mean the end of our relationship. I laughed and teasingly asked him if he would like to make a baby with me. The primal instinct in Daddy came alive. We fucked with abandon. For the whole week Daddy refused to fuck my ass or mouth, saying that his seed was reserved for my egg. I allowed and encouraged him, promising him that I would proudly bear his son. We had to wait a few weeks, but I knew I was pregnant and the baby was Daddy was the father. My hubby was overjoyed at hearing the news. When hubby proudly announced the news of my pregnancy, Daddy could barely conceal a smirk as he congratulated us. He promised to assist me in the housework and take even better care of me. Hubby looked relieved and happy. My pregnancy was a time of joy. Although hubby continued to travel and go about on his work, I never missed him. Daddy was always there for me. He arranged a cook who would come prepare the food. My mother wanted to come and stay for the delivery. I wrote and dissuaded her saying that I was very comfortable and she should stay & look after my sister who had her college exams. Pregnancy made me more horny. Daddy & I continued to fuck regularly. After a few months the doctor advised me to avoid sex till the delivery. This did not affect Daddy, as he still had access to my ass and mouth. Only hubby had to practice abstinence. Daddy took great pleasure in feeling our child in my belly. We deliberately decided against a sex scan. Daddy wanted a daughter saying he already has a son, while I preferred a son. For the first trimester, I continued to give Daddy blow jobs and indulged in my taste for his urine and shit. Later we decided to shelve such activities till the baby was born. Daddy was fascinated at the changes in my body. He used to give me loving massages whenever I felt tired. As my pregnancy advanced, my breasts began to swell. Even before I began to lactate, Daddy would lie with his mouth on my nipple and try to draw milk. One day a small trickle dropped into his mouth and he jumped with excitement. Gradually my breasts began to produce more milk. I would cradle Daddy in my lap and allow him to suckle, while making soft cooing sounds. Both of us enjoyed the intimacy and tenderness we felt as I breastfed him. Daddy made me promise him that I would always share my breast milk. He further demanded that immediately after the delivery, I should feed him first before the baby suckled. I gladly agreed. Finally D Day arrived. I had a normal delivery and gave birth to a beautiful bouncing baby girl. Immediately after the delivery, I told my husband that I wanted him to get my mother's photo from our bedroom. Hubby rushed home. I quickly asked Daddy to lock the door of the hospital room and asked him to come and lay his head on my lap. I opened the buttons of my maternity gown and placed a leaking nipple in Daddy's mouth. He began to suck & pull on my nipple. I told him to be gentle, and wrapped my arm around him to caress his head. My other hand fed my full breast into his mouth. I suddenly felt the milk release from my breasts. Daddy drank and emptied my breast in a few minutes. He wanted to switch to the other side, but I wanted to reserve it for the baby. Finally we compromised. I allowed him to take a few sips as long as he promised to stop after a minute. He agreed saying that he wanted to be the first to nurse at both my breasts. I was both excited and a bit worried. Daddy was becoming jealous of our baby! The hospital discharged me the very next day and happy to return home. Hubby took leave for a few days and threatened to become a nuisance. To placate Daddy, I had to send hubby out on errands. As soon as he was out of the house, Daddy would latch on to my tits to claim his share of my milk. Luckily my breasts were producing plenty for both. My husband was solicitous about me, but did not take any initiative in terms of sex. He seemed to find my leaking breasts offensive and hardly tried to come near them. I did not miss him, as I was busy with the baby and had Daddy's attentions. Hubby soon resumed work. This gave Daddy & me more time together. Although Daddy was very proud and happy with our child, I could also detect signs of jealousy. Whenever I cleaned the baby after she had wet or soiled her nappy, daddy would have a grim face. One day I asked him what was bothering him. Daddy replied that it was several months since I had cleaned his cock or ass. I immediately took pity on him and told him to let me know when he wanted to empty his bowels. The next day Daddy came to me saying that he wanted to go to the toilet. He expected me to follow him to the bathroom. I surprised him by spreading a rubber sheet with an on old sheet top and sat on our bed. I undressed him and when he was totally naked, I made him lie on my lap and began to breast feed him. Saying that he was also my baby, I told him that he could piss and shit while feeding. I also began cooing and crooning sweet nothings to him as I do to my baby. Daddy's cock was erect and it took him a few minutes before he could piss. I held his cock carefully pointing it on my lap to avoid it splashing all over the room. A few seconds later, the strong smell of shit filled the room. I waited until he said he has finished. Suddenly he sneezed and a thick ball of snot came flowing down his nose. I quickly bent down and licked it off his face. Taking a small piece of cloth, I tenderly wiped his cock and ass clean. I told him that I will lick him clean only after I wean the baby. He was too happy to object to anything I said. Daddy & Me Daddy wanted me to put the baby on formula milk and reserve all my breast milk for him. I pointed out that if I weaned the baby, there was no reason for me to continue to lactate. However I decided to breast feed my daughter only when my husband was around. Whenever hubby was not at home, I bottle fed the baby. Daddy used to relish lying on my lap and nurse. I also took great joy in mothering him, crooning and murmuring as he sucked my milk. Even after my breasts were empty, he would continue to pull and suck my nipples. Daddy made me promise him that I will continue lactating as long as possible. In turn I made him promise me that as soon as I stop my milk, he will impregnate me again, this time giving me a son! My husband continued to focus on his work and career. He would religiously telephone me every day around lunch time. The talk was always repetitive. He would make enquiries about the baby and the house in general. My replies never varied. I told him that everything was ok. I would occasionally interrupt our conversation to say that I was breastfeeding and for him to hold on. As hubby was listening, I continued to speak out aloud. " Yes baby. Mamma loves you. Mamma's milk is all yours. Sorry darling, has your nipple slipped out? Let me help you." Little did hubby know who I was talking to! And is this not where our story began? My Daddy and Me (Author's note: Anyone engaged in any sexual activity is over 18.) "Hi, Daddy." "Hi, sweetpea, how was school today?" "How long are you going to keep calling me 'sweetpea'?" "You'll always be my sweetpea." "Daddy, I'm a senior in high school, I'm eighteen, and I'm a grown woman." "I've noticed you're a woman now, but in my heart, you'll always be my little girl." "Can I have my welcome home hug?" I threw my arms around him and held him tight. My firm tits pressed into his chest, and I ground my groin into his. He looked a little bit uncomfortable, but hugged me tight anyway. I pulled his face down to mine, to give him a kiss, like I've done every day since I was a little girl. Only this time, I held it a little longer, before he pulled away. I've always loved my Daddy, unconditionally, but lately my feelings for him have changed. I look at him, not as a father, but as a man. A man I want to make love with. I want him to take me, to ravish me, to love me as a woman. It's just been Daddy and me since I was three years old. My mother left us and moved in with her boss, who had a lot of money. She married him and they moved all the way across the country. She used to send me birthday cards, but stopped when I was ten years old. I haven't seen her since she left us, and I can't even remember what she looks like. I have a picture of her with me when I was just starting to walk; she was very pretty. I have her blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was very slim, with small breasts. I'm a lot curvier and I've got nice C cup boobs, with pink nipples that stick out at least a half an inch when I'm aroused. Lately, thinking about Daddy gets me really turned on. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Daddy just turned forty, but he doesn't look it. He's just over six feet tall, and in really good shape; he works out regularly. He's got black hair, without a hint of grey, and dark brown eyes. He looks like Orlando Bloom, and my best friend, Amy, has a terrible crush on him. Oh, by the way, my name is Carly. That's my real name, it's not short for Charlene or anything; my mother was crazy about Carly Simon, so they named me after her. Daddy has spent most of his life taking care of me. He would kiss my knees when I'd fall down and hurt myself, and kiss the tears away. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to swim and, when I was sixteen, he bought me a car and taught me how to drive it; it's a really pretty red Mazda Miata. I love to drive it with the top down and let my hair blow in the wind. Daddy doesn't have a steady girlfriend. He has a few women friends that are "fuck buddies," but he doesn't see them that often. I know he has sex, because I've heard him in his room; his friend Gloria is kind of a screamer. It didn't bother me when I was younger, but now I find myself getting jealous. I know he jerks off, because I do the laundry, and there's cum on his sheets. I wonder if he thinks about me when he masturbates? Amy was spending the weekend with me. We always have a good time together; we stay up most of the night, laughing and talking about all kinds of things, and a lot about boys and sex. I had a bottle of wine stashed in my closet, and Amy brought a couple of joints with her, so we got pretty high as the evening went along. Sometimes our conversations get kind of lewd. Amy has lots of experience in that regard; she and her boyfriend, Gary, fuck each other like bunnies. She's told me about giving him blowjobs, and about him eating her pussy--that really turns me on. I have almost no experience with sex. I had a boyfriend, Lance. We made out a lot in his car, and I liked that a lot. Then one night, he put his hand on my boob. I was going to let him do it, because Amy says it feels really good, but he started squeezing really hard and it hurt. I pushed his hand away and made him stop. He called me a "frigid bitch" and we never went out again. Amy taught me how to masturbate and make myself cum, and I really love doing it. We were sitting cross-legged on my bed, and she was telling me how much better Gary had gotten in going down on her, and I started to feel a tingle between my legs. Our usual nightwear is a tee shirt and panties. As Amy was telling me about getting her pussy eaten, I unconsciously slipped my hand under my shirt and was teasing my cunt through my panties. Her tee shirt rode up on her thighs a bit; I could see she wasn't wearing any panties, and I could see her shaven pubes. That made me tingle even more, and I could feel heat rising in my belly. "God, Amy, that is so HOT. I wish I could get Daddy to do that to me." "Daddy!?! You want to fuck your father?" "Oops, I guess I let the cat out of the bag. I can't help it; I'm in love with him. Do you think I'm a horrible person?" "Does he know how you feel?" "Oh God no." "Well, how are you going to get there, if you don't let him know?" "I haven't figured that out yet." "Well, if you need help strategizing, let me know." "Yeah, I will. But this is changing the subject. You were telling me about Gary giving you great head, and it was getting me all horny. I'd really like to know what that feels like." We shared the last joint, and Amy looks at me with kind of a lewd expression on her face. "Well, If you really want to know, I could show you." "Y-you mean YOU go down on me?" "Yeah, you see two chicks doing each other all the time in the porn videos. I've never done that before; it might be kind of fun." I didn't know whether it was the wine and the weed, or the titillation that got to me, but all of a sudden the idea sounded good, and I found myself really turned on. "Let's take our clothes off." We both pulled our tee shirts over our heads, and I slipped out of my panties. Amy's tits are bigger than mine; she wears a D cup, and hers hang down a little bit, and really sway when she walks. I had never seen another girl naked before, and I really liked looking at her body. She really surprised me, by pressing her lips to mine for a kiss. Her lips were really soft, and before long, we were tonguing the shit out of each other, and really getting hot. She put her hands on my tits, and I did the same to hers. I had never felt anyone else's breasts but my own, and it was really erotic. Hers were really soft, and when my hands skimmed over her nipples, they got really hard. Amy kissed her way down my boob, then licked all around my nipple before taking it in her mouth and sucking. I felt like I had a hotwire to my pussy, and I could feel myself leaking juice out of my cunt. She moved her mouth lower on my body, until she got right between my legs. My body shivered all over when her tongue ran up and down my slit. Amy spread my pussy lips apart, and plunged in with her mouth; kissing, licking, sucking. My hips started moving up and down, and I pulled her head in until I was fucking her face. I loved the feeling, and although I knew it was Amy, I was fantasizing that it was Daddy. I was totally out of my mind with lust, and when she brought me over the top, I screamed, "DADDY....OH GOD....Dadeeee!" All of a sudden my bedroom door flew open and Daddy ran into the room. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you all right? I heard you scream my name." He stood stock still when he saw us both naked. I scrambled to cover myself up with the bedspread, then for some reason, I hesitated and let him get a good look at my body. It only took a minute for him to figure out what was going on, then he just said, "Sorry for barging in," and he backed out of the room. There was a big bulge in the front of his pants. "Oh shit!" I said. The whole room reeked of pot and ripe cunt. I jumped up and locked the door, and we just looked at each other and shrugged. Amy kissed me, and I could taste myself all over her mouth. I returned the favor and went down on her. It was really hot to look at another girl's pussy, at all the lips and folds, and her hard clit, then use my lips and tongue on her. She was leaking this milk-white juice, and I lapped it all up. I really liked the taste. When she was ready to cum, she buried her face in the pillow to muffle the noise. "God, Carly, that was hot; a little more practice and you'll be as good as Gary. Did you like it?" "Oh yeah! No offence, Amy, but all I could think about was Daddy doing that to me." "DUH! You sure yelled it loud enough." "I guess I'm going to have to deal with that in the morning." "At least he got a good look at your body; when he left, he had a hard-on." "I'd really like to feel that in me. I really want to know what a cock feels like in my pussy." "I can probably help you with that." "You mean you have a cock on you that I don't know about? Are you a hermaphrodite or something?" "No, but I've got the next best thing." Amy rummaged around in her overnight bag and brought out a really life-like dildo. At least I think it looks life-like; I've seen cocks on porno videos, but never a real one. This one was flesh-colored, had a big head on it, and veins on the side. Amy said it felt real too; it's made of something that called Nu-skin that feels like the skin on a real dick. It was kind of exciting to hold in my hand. "So, you want to try it?" she asked. "Um, I'm still a virgin; I never had anything in me before." "You still have your cherry?" "Yeah, I do." "Well, we can pop it for you; that way you won't have to deal with it when you fuck for the first time." I was kind of nervous, and just a little bit afraid, because I knew it was going to hurt. Amy took out a bottle of Astro-glide and covered the dildo with it; it was all shiny and slick. I lay down on my back and drew my knees way up, so my pussy was all exposed. She turned on the vibrator and ran it all over my lips, and then over my clit. It felt really good. I felt an orgasm building....and building.....and building, until I was teetering right on the edge. I put my fist in my mouth so I wouldn't make noise when I came. As soon as I started to really gasp and my body shuddered, Amy put the cock between my swollen lips and pushed it in me, just far enough to rip through my cherry. Fuck! It hurt like hell for few minutes. Then she slowly eased it farther into my cunt, stretching me as it went in, until it was all the way inside, filling my virgin tunnel. She started fucking me with it, pushing it in and pulling it out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I felt another orgasm building up inside me, but it was different; it started deep in my belly and worked lower and lower. Amy turned the vibrator on and pushed me over the abyss. "FUCK FUCK FUCK....OH SHIT...GOD...AHHH...OHHH...." Oh God, I'm really going to like fucking! The next morning, I went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Daddy was sitting at the table. I was really nervous about him seeing us last night, and I didn't really know what to say to him. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, like I always do. "Good morning, Daddy," I said, apprehensively. He patted my hand. "Good morning, sweetpea." "Say Carly, Daddy. Say 'Good morning, Carly.' " "Good morning, Carly." I went over to the counter to get my coffee. Daddy was looking at me differently, staring at my chest. I was still wearing my tee shirt, without a bra, and my tits jiggled under it as I walked. Knowing Daddy was looking at them made my nipples hard and they were poking out through the fabric. "Daddy....about last night, I, uh, um wanted to talk to you about.....um, I'm sorry..." "You don't need to apologize to me, sweetp... uh, Carly," he interrupted. "But, Daddy, I just want to tell you that Amy and I aren't lesbians. Sometimes we just, umm, play together a little bit." "I wouldn't care if you were lesbians, as long as you are happy. Your happiness is all I care about, Carly." "We aren't, Daddy. It's just that sometimes my hormones are raging, and it's nice to have someone's touch but my own. And I like touching someone else too." "Actually, it's kind of a common practice among girls, especially in college. They even have a name for it--GUG-- gay until graduation. After they graduate, they adopt a strictly heterosexual identity." "Did my mother do that in college?" I can't call her Mom or Mommy, because she never was that to me. "Yes, as a matter of fact, she did. And after we were dating for awhile, they let me watch." "Did you like watching them, Daddy?" He blushed when I asked that. "This is probably an inappropriate conversation to be having with my daughter, but yes, I did." "Did you fuck them?" "Carly! This is going out of bounds now." "You always said I could ask you anything, Daddy." "Uh, yes I did." "Both of them?" "Yes." "Wow, that's really hot. Was your sex life with my mother good? I mean if you're doing a three-way, she must have been kind of kinky, er, adventurous." "Yes, it was very good for awhile. Up until she got involved with her boss. It was all about money for her, and he had plenty of it." "Uh, would you like to watch me and Amy sometime, Daddy?" "My God! You're my daughter." "You saw me naked last night, Daddy." "That was unintentional." "Do you like my body, Daddy?" "You have a beautiful body, Carly." "My boobs aren't as big as Amy's." "Your breasts are lovely, just the right size." "Did you like my shaved pussy, Daddy?" "You're my daughter, Carly!" "That's not answering my question; did you like my pussy?" "Jesus! Yes Carly, your pussy is beautiful too." "Oh, thank you, Daddy. I have to get ready for school now." I hoped that I had planted a seed in his mind. Now I knew that he liked my body; I had to figure out how to get him to touch me, to make love to me, to make me his. That night, when I was ready for bed, I was wearing my usual, a tee shirt and panties. Usually I wore a robe over it, but this night I didn't. Daddy was sitting in his chair, and I came up to give him a good night kiss. I played with my nipples to make them really stick out. When I walked over to him, my tits jiggled and it was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. I could see Daddy's eyes looking me up and down, looking at my long, toned legs and at my chest. When I bent over to kiss him, my boobs hung down under my shirt and looked even bigger. He didn't say anything; he just kept looking. I held the good night kiss longer than usual again, and I "accidently" just brushed his lips with my tongue. "Good night, Daddy; I love you." "Good night, Carly; I love you too." When I turned to leave, the back of my tee shirt "accidently" rode up over my ass. I was wearing a thong and he could see both cheeks; I twitched it provocatively when I walked. I was so turned on when I went to bed that night, I took out my vibrator and fucked the hell out of myself with it. I left my bedroom door partway open, so Daddy could hear the buzzing and my moaning when I made myself cum. I was going out night clubbing with my girlfriends the next night. I had a new dress that Daddy had never seen before. It was a deep blue, that matches my eyes. The skirt was slightly flared and really short, hitting me about mid-thigh. It had narrow spaghetti straps, and the bodice was really low-cut, showing lots of cleavage and the tops of my tits. It hugged me around the waist like it was painted on. "Do you like my new dress, Daddy?" I asked, sashaying into the living room. His eyes opened really wide, looking me up and down, at my long toned legs, all the way up to my boobs. I did a little spin and my skirt flew up, showing off all my thighs and the garter belt I was wearing to hold up my stockings. "My God, Carly, there's not much to it." "I know it's kind of sexy, but do you like it?" "I hate to think of all the men that will be ogling you when you go out in that." "Would you be ogling me?" I asked with the sexiest smile I could put on my face. "If I wasn't your father, I certainly would." "The way you're looking at me might be considered ogling, Daddy." "Hmmph," was the only thing he could say. When I bent down to kiss him goodbye, the front of my dress fell away, and I could see his eyes looking down my front; at my tits encased in this really pretty white lace bra. It really lifted them up and gave me a wonderful cleavage. I could see him re-arranging the crotch in his pants. I could imagine his hard cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy.... mmmmmm. The club we went to was kind of a drag, because we were all under-aged and couldn't get served any alcohol. Amy, Becky, and I smoked a joint in the bathroom, and that really perked up the evening. As Daddy predicted, all kinds of guys tried to hit on me. I danced with a couple of them, but they seemed so immature compared to him. I got home pretty early, and Daddy was still up, sitting on the couch watching Jay Leno. I sat in the chair across from him and pulled off my shoes, that were killing my feet. Spike heels must have been designed by a man, who would never have to wear them. I wanted to get my hose off too, so I hiked my skirt up a little bit and unhooked the garters on one leg. Then I very slowly rolled the stocking down my leg. My legs were spread apart, and I knew Daddy could see my lacy thong. It had pulled up tight and was snugged in between my pussy lips, and I knew I was giving him a good look at my camel toe. I rolled the other stocking down, and he never shifted his gaze away from my pussy, which was starting to tingle. I stood up and, startled, he sat upright. "Daddy, can you unzip my dress, please?" When he pulled my zipper down, I slipped the straps off my shoulder and let the dress fall to the floor. Except for the thin strap that ran through the cleft between my cheeks, my shapely round ass was naked before his eyes. His eyes swept over my body again, over my brief lacy panties, with just a little patch of fabric covering pussy, and my breasts spilling out of my lacy bra. "You shouldn't walk around like that in front of me like that, Carly." "Oh, don't be silly, Daddy, you've already seen me naked." "But, I'm your fa...." I cut him off by planting a big kiss on his mouth. When I hugged him, I could feel his hard-on pressed into my stomach. I wiggled against him just a little bit. "Good night, Daddy, I love you." I left him standing there and sputtering. Amy came over to spend the weekend again. As usual she flirted shamelessly with Daddy, giving him a big hug and a kiss, and rubbing her big tits against him. He always flirts back at her, but this day he was looking at her a little differently, almost like he could see through her clothes, remembering the body he had seen that night. We left my bedroom door halfway open and there was light from my bedside lamps illuminating the bed. Amy and I took our clothes off and knelt together on the bed. We held each other with our breasts pressed together, our hard nipples skimming against each other. I reached between Amy's legs and cupped her pussy, and she did the same thing to me. We kissed and fingered each other, faster and faster, until we were both on the edge. When she grasped my clit between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it, I came, moaning, filling her hand with my juice. I crushed my mouth against hers to stifle the orgasmic scream I would have let out. She came right after me, moaning loudly. While we held each other, quaking, coming down from our release, I saw a shadow on the door, that retreated after we were finished. Daddy had been watching us. Just what I wanted him to do. I hope when he jerks off, he's thinking of my body. I took a long shower in the morning, soaping my body all over. When my tits were all slick and slippery, I ran my hands all over them, and I started to get hot. I rubbed my nipples, pinching and pulling them, and the heat ran right down to my pussy. I soaped it all up, running my fingers through all the folds and lips. My clit was hard and throbbing, and I made myself cum, fantasizing that it was Daddy's hands giving me my orgasm. My Daddy and Me When I dried myself off, I wrapped the big bath towel around my body, like I usually do, tucking it in between my breasts. Then I changed my mind and took it off, and decided to walk back to my room naked. Just as I got close to Daddy's bedroom door, he came out of his room, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts. His eyes ran up and down my nude body, then I threw my arms around him and held him tight. His mass of chest hair ran over my nipples, making them hard again. "Good morning, Daddy," I said, giving him a big long kiss. I could feel his penis harden and press into me. "You can't walk around naked like this, Carly." "Why not, Daddy; you've seen my body before." "It's just not appropriate to do that in front of your father." "I love it when you look at my body, Daddy. You said I have a beautiful body. You certainly looked at me and Amy last night." "I-I was just passing by your room and the door was open." "I could see your shadow on the door, Daddy, and you stayed there watching us make each other cum." "I, uh, er, um...." "It's okay, Daddy, I know it makes you hard." I wrapped my hand around his erection, through his shorts. "Mmmmm....it's nice and big." "Stop that, Carly!" "Okay, Daddy, if I don't hurry, I'm going to be late for school." I gave him another kiss, rubbing my body against his, and turned to walk back to my room. I twitched my hips provocatively, hoping he was watching me. I was doing my homework in the living room; it was really boring shit, so I was doing it with the TV on. I was dressed in a pair of really short cutoffs-- I mean really short, part of my ass cheeks hang out underneath the legs, and a low cut crop top that shows my taut midriff, with no bra. I heard the front door open. "Hi, Daddy, you're home early tonight." I gave him a big hug and a lingering kiss. I saw his eyes looking down my top, feasting on my boobs. "We have some things we need to talk about." "Okay, Daddy. Why don't you go sit and the couch and get comfortable, and I'll fix you a drink." I made him a Scotch and soda, extra heavy on the Scotch. I poured myself a vodka and tonic, without even asking permission, as I usually do. When I bent down to put them on the coffee table, my top fell away and he could see my tits, full and dangling invitingly before his eyes. He shifted, uncomfortably, but he didn't stop looking. I sat down next to him and snuggled up to him, like I've done since I was a little girl. Except when I was little, I didn't have these luscious breasts that pressed into his arm. "So, what do you want to talk about, Daddy?" "We need to talk about your, uh...your behavior lately. Your, uh, um, nudity around me, and the kind of, um, sexual innuendoes." "You've seen me naked since I was a baby." "Yes, but you're a woman now, and you're very, uh, sexually attractive." "Are you sexually attracted to me, Daddy?" "For God's sake, you're my daughter, Carly." "I know I'm your daughter, but you didn't answer my question. If I wasn't your daughter, would you be attracted to me?" "Yes, very much. Too much." "I know you're my father, but I'm sexually attracted to you. I fantasize about you when I masturbate." "That's very inappropriate behavior." "I know you fantasize about me, Daddy. I walked by your room last night and you were jerking off. When you came, you said my name. It was dark and you were kind of far away, but I really wanted to come in your room and watch you, or touch your cock and let my hand make you cum." "Carly, we can't do this!" "I love you, Daddy; I've always loved you." "I love you, too, sweetheart." "I love you differently, now. I'm IN love with you." "I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything; kiss me, Daddy." I pulled his face to mine and kissed him passionately on the mouth. He resisted for a moment, then he crushed his lips to mine. My tongue reached into his mouth and I found his. The kiss took my breath away, and I could feel the heat radiating throughout my body. I broke away for a moment, and pulled my top over my head, baring my breasts to him. I took his hand and placed it on one. "Touch me, Daddy, feel my tits." His hand molded me, touching, feeling, gently caressing me. He skimmed over my nipple and it hardened under his palm. "Kiss it, please." He bent his head down and kissed all over both of my boobs, and then he drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled. I was moaning, and he was making deep, guttural sounds deep in his throat. While he was occupied with my breasts, I unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out. I was the first live penis I had ever seen, and I was fascinated. It was much bigger than the "life-like" dildo I was using, and had more color; his swollen head was almost purple, and there were large veins going up his shaft. It felt hard, yet soft at the same time. I traced the contours with my fingers, feeling his spongy balls, running the all the way up his shaft to the crown. I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it up and down, watching how the skin moved over the hard rod underneath it. A clear, slippery liquid leaked out of the tip of his cock--I later learned it was pre-cum--and I smeared over his head and let it slide through my fisted hand. Daddy started to moan, almost in sequence with the movement of my hand. His hips started to move up and down in rhythm with my strokes. I saw his ball sack draw up tight against the base of his cock, and I could feel the flow of his semen moving up his shaft. "AHH, JESUS...OH GOD, Carly....ahhh." His cum spurted out of him all over the front of me. It hit my tits, ran down, and started dripping off. I saw my first cum; it was sticky, and I played with it in my hands for awhile and licked some off my fingers. "Did that feel good, Daddy? It sure looked like it did." He looked down at his deflating penis, then up at me, sitting naked from the waist up. His face showed pure anguish. "God forgive me, I must be out of my mind," he said, and walked off toward his room. The next night, he came home late, and he smelled like he'd had a couple of drinks. He never ever gets drunk, but sometimes after a rough day, he'll stop at bar on his way home. He usually calls me to let me know, because I make dinner for us, and I don't want to ruin it, but this night he didn't. I went up to give him a hug and a kiss. He gave me a little peck on the cheek and held me away from him. "Carly, we can't do this." "But Daddy, I've given you a hug and a kiss every night when you come home, since forever." "Well we're just going to have to stop it now." "Daddy, don't you love me anymore?" I burst into tears and went running into my room. I was curled up in a ball on my bed, sobbing my heart out. Daddy came in and sat down beside me and started stroking me. "Of course I love you, sweetheart, I'll always love you." I threw my arms around his waist and put my head in his lap. My whole body was shaking, I was crying so hard. Daddy started stroking my hair; I've always loved it when he does that, or when he brushes it for me. "Daddy, I liked it so much when you kissed me last night like I was a real woman. Did you like kissing me that way?" "Yes, baby, I did." "I liked it so much when you touched my tits and sucked on my nipples. It made me cum so hard. Did you like it when I jerked off your cock and made you cum?" "Yes, unfortunately, I did." "Are you attracted to me sexually, Daddy?" "God help me, yes I am. I've tried to suppress these feelings, but I can't." "Do you want to make love to me, Daddy?" "Yes, I do, Carly, but we just can't. It's incest; it's wrong." "I looked up father and daughter sex on the internet, Daddy, and it happens all the time. You looked at some of those sites, too, because I saw them on your computer. Becky Johnson has been has sex with her father. "Your friend Becky, the cheerleader?" "Yeah. How long have you had these feelings for me, Daddy?" "For a couple of years; ever since you developed that beautiful body." "Why didn't you act on those feelings?" "Because you're my daughter; you're my baby girl, and I couldn't make myself despoil you." "You can't despoil me if I feel the same way about you." "I have to resist these urges, Carly, I just have to. It's time for you to get ready for bed." "Will you tuck me in, Daddy?" Daddy tucked me into bed, just like he did when I was a little girl, giving me a short fatherly kiss. I lay there for awhile, but I was restless and I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get the image of his big hard cock out of my mind, and what his face looked like when I made him cum. My hand found my pussy, and I dipped my finger into my vagina and ran the slippery juice all over my clit. As much as I love to masturbate and make myself cum, I wanted more. Needed more. I got up and took off my tee shirt and panties. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I started to put perfume on my body. It was "Bewitched" by Danainae, a scent enhanced by the addition of pheromones, a chemical that they say is used to attract someone of the opposite sex. I put a little dab of perfume on both sides of my throat, behind my ears, in the valley between my breasts, and some on the outside of both tits. Then I went lower, putting some on my mound, and in the creases between my outer pussy lips and my thighs. I put a touch on my perineum, too. I brushed my golden blonde hair out so it was all soft and shiny, draping it over my shoulders so it party covered my tits. I think it's incredibly sexy to see a pair of breasts peeking out through a curtain of hair. I put on my short silk robe, took a deep breath, and walked down to hall to Daddy's room. His door was open, and he wasn't asleep either. The lamp was on beside his bed, and he had a sheet covering his lower body. From the tent in the sheet, I could see that he was erect. He looked startled when he saw me next to his bed. "I couldn't sleep, Daddy." "I couldn't either." "Does it have anything to do with what we talked about?" He had a pained look on his face when he nodded his head. I stood there for a minute, then I opened my robe and let it fall to the floor, standing naked right before him. I pulled the covers off and climbed in the bed beside him. "Carly, I-I....you can't...." "Shh, Daddy," I said, interrupting him with a kiss. He didn't even start to protest anymore, he just pulled me into him and deepened the kiss. My skin was on fire as I pressed my naked body against his. I pulled my face away from his and moved my mouth lower down on his body. Lower. And lower. Until my nose was buried in his soft black pubic hair. I held his hard-on in my hand, and lowered my mouth over it. I had never given anyone a blowjob before, but Amy showed me what to do on my dildo. It involved a lot of licking. I ran it over his balls, and took each one gently into my mouth. Then I ran my tongue up and down his rigid shaft, around his helmet shaped crown, and around the ridge under it. Amy told me that the most sensitive place on a man's penis is on that little flat place just on the underside of the cock head, so I spent a lot of time flicking the tip of my tongue right under there. Taking as much of him in my mouth as I could, I sucked on him, while running my tongue around and around his head in my mouth. He was breathing really heavily and moaning, from deep down in his throat. I started to bob my head up and down while stroking him at the same time. Daddy held my head in his hands and his hips started thrusting his cock into my mouth. "Ohh, God, Carly, I'm going to cum soon....soon, baby girl....take your head away." I just tightened my grip on him and held him deeper in my mouth. I saw his balls shrivel up again, felt him pulse, and he ejaculated a hot spurt of cum into the back of my throat. "AHHH....Carrleeeee....ohhhhh...ohh...mmmm." I swallowed his first load, and he followed with several more--I lost count, just deliriously happy that I could give my Daddy this kind of pleasure. When I lifted my head off his shrinking penis, I wasn't sure whether he would want to kiss me because I had his stuff in my mouth, but he pulled me up to him and kissed me passionately. Daddy rolled me over, and lay on top of me. His body felt so good on top of mine; so big, so strong, so sexy. He kissed me some more, and then started kissing down my body. "God, you smell so good." "I love you so much, Daddy." "I love you too, sweetheart." "I love you not just as your daughter, I love you like a woman loves a man." "I know. So do I." His lips followed the path of the perfume I had put on. He kissed around my ears, and sucked one earlobe into his mouth, then blew gently into it. I didn't know my ears were an erogenous zone, but they sure were. They way Daddy's lips and his tongue moved over me, my whole body was an erogenous zone. His hands and his mouth devoured my breasts. He took both of them into his hands, kneading, caressing, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My pussy was dripping, I was so aroused. He laved them with his tongue and then took a rock-hard nipple into his mouth, sucking, nibbling. I knew I was going to cum, one of the many orgasms Daddy gave me that night. "I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnngggg..... nnnghhhhh, oh....ah....so good, Daddy, so good." After he ravished my tits, he kept kissing and licking down my body, across my tummy. I giggled when his tongue tickled my navel. My whole body quivered when he got to my mound. I drew up my knees and opened them wide. Daddy's tongue licked the creases between my swollen out lips and my thighs. I was moaning really loud. Daddy kissed and licked my puffy lips, then took his thumbs and spread them open, revealing everything inside me. He paused and looked at my pink, swollen cunt. He spread my minora apart, and he could see deep in my vagina, which was pouring out my milky white juice. His head dipped down, and his mouth found my pussy. Oh God! I was quivering all over, so close, always on the edge. He licked my swollen inner lips and sucked them into his mouth. His tongue ran up and down, both sides of my clit, then flicked over the hood. Daddy kept licking and sucking my clit, while he slipped two fingers inside me. He kept stroking this little bump a couple inches into my cunt. I got hotter and hotter as he rubbed it. I didn't know about a G-spot, but I sure had one. I felt a whole different kind of orgasm getting close, way deep inside me. Then the all came together, the G-spot, my clit, and my vagina all exploded. "FUCK....FUCK....OH GOD....OH SHIT...OH FUCK!!" I pushed his head away because everything was so sensitive, I couldn't take anymore. He moved up over my body again. His face was soaked with my cum, and I tasted myself on his mouth. I really liked it. "I'm ready, Daddy. Make love to me; come inside me, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me NOW." We were crossing the last line of the taboo, and neither of us cared. I wanted him inside my body, fusing us together, making us one. We looked into each other's eyes; it was a look of love, desire, passion. I wanted him and he wanted me. He hovered over me, and I took his hard, throbbing cock in my hand and rubbed it over my clit. He had leaked a lot of pre-cum, and between his juice and mine, it was a soft, slippery union. I aimed his steel-hard rod between my lips and pulled, until his tapered head started to enter me. "Go slow, Daddy, you're so big, you're going to stretch me." He started to push his way slowly into me, an inch at a time. I didn't have a cherry anymore, I broke it with a toy, but I was still a virgin, as no man's penis had ever entered me. I was so happy he was the first, and I hoped he would always be with me. Slowly, slowly, he kept pushing, until he was all the way inside me and I could feel his balls resting against my ass. He rested there for minute. "Are you okay, baby girl?" "Oh yes, Daddy, you feel so good, you fill me up." "You're so tight, Carly, so slippery-soft. You feel wonderful." Slowly, he slid his cock out of my cunt, and slowly pushed it back again. Out again. In again. I was gasping and panting, and he made kind of a growling sound, deep in his throat. He started fucking me a little faster, and my hips would rise to meet him. We started to really get into it, and I wrapped my legs around him, arched my back, and pulled him so deep he was hitting my cervix. "So good, Daddy, so good. I love you so much." We were fucking so hard, so deep, we were totally lost within each other. I felt my climax coming, starting in my toes. My stomach was on fire. It built and built, and I let go, just as his hot cum, the seed that created me, exploded into my womb. "Daaaaaaaddddddddyyyyyyyy!" Daddy and Me Big thank you to tigersman for helping me edit my story. THANK YOU!! Sitting on the lounge, I start to daydream. With Mum away for two weeks, my mind starts to imagine ways for Daddy to notice me, in a different way. I have always been a daddy's girl. As my mind wanders, I think about the boys at school giving me looks of lust on a daily basis. Despite the feelings of pleasure I have as the boys stare at me, they never really interest me. I only have eyes for one guy, and he is totally off limits; my Daddy. His tall six-foot frame, gorgeous blue eyes and dark curly hair, look similar to the ones that stare back at me from the mirror. Nearly every day, I catch my daddy looking at my curvy body, in the hall or at the table. Almost every night, I masturbate and imagine it's Daddy's hands on my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, making them hard; Daddy's finger, rubbing up my wet slit, rubbing my clit, making my whole body shiver with pleasure, slowly fingering my wet pussy, feeling my pussy sucking his fingers inside me. I cum to the image of Daddy, lying on top of me. Lately, I've been dreaming that Daddy will be the first man to fuck me, and the looks he sometimes gives me only strengthens my desire. As I come back to reality, my thoughts become more focused, and I decide I will do everything I can to show him I am grown up now, to show him that I want him. Over the course of the two weeks Mum is away, I start wearing shorter skirts and t-shirts that cling to my body, showing every one of my curves. I walk through the house wearing these tight clothes, and every day I catch Daddy staring at my chest or butt, that lustful look crossing his face. I love the way he looks at my curvy, eighteen-year-old body and my 38 D breasts, which are the envy of all my girlfriends. It's Friday, and I am still hoping that something might happen while we are alone. Prancing about the house in my shortest skirt, a white shirt that is slightly see through and a red lacy bra, I catch Daddy looking at me again, "What do you think, Daddy?" I ask him. "Do you like my new shirt?" "It's beautiful, baby girl, you really have grown up haven't you?" he replies, smiling. As Daddy is talking, I notice him staring at my bra. I flush red, thank him and run up to my room. Feeling so turned on, I just have to masturbate. Lying on my bed, I lift my skirt and push my matching red panties to the side. I start slowly rubbing my wet slit; I shiver and moan, imagining again that it's Daddy. After a minute of rubbing my clit, I am feeling wetter by the moment. With my moans getting louder, and worried that I am being too loud, I glance at my bedroom door and freeze. In my haste, I didn't notice that I had left my door ajar. To my surprise, Daddy is standing in my doorway, staring intently at my pussy; I'm guessing that he saw my fingers rubbing intensely moments before. I'm in a state of shock, but also feel a rush of adrenaline and extreme excitement. Pleasure washes over my body. My gaze locks with Daddy's as I start rubbing my pussy again. Daddy grabs the front of his pants, as I keep rubbing my pussy, rubbing my fingers over my clit. My eyes lock on Daddy's hand, rubbing the bulge in his pants. After hesitating for a moment, Daddy walks over to my bed and sits down, still caressing his bulge. I keep rubbing my clit as I watch as Daddy unzips his pants. For the first time, I lay eyes on an actual cock, the cock I longed to see for so long; it's long and thick, I want it! Looking at my Daddy's cock, my fingers freeze from their furious rubbing of my sensitive clit. Daddy catches my look and grins. "Do you need help, baby girl?" Daddy whispers huskily, while rubbing his cock. I look into Daddy's eyes, as he moves my hand away and starts rubbing up and down my wet slit. "Daddy," I moan. His fingers start to speed up straight away, rubbing over my clit, sending shivers down my spine, making heat burn in my pussy. With his other hand, Daddy starts to stroke his cock, as I wriggle around on the bed, unable to speak, as I feel wetness and pleasure rush through my pussy. "That's it baby, relax," Daddy whispers again in my ear. "Let Daddy help you get off." Moaning, I beg Daddy not to stop. Daddy suddenly slips one finger into my wet pussy. As I gasp, my pussy squeezes Daddy's finger as he slowly moves it in and out. He elicits loud moans from my contorting mouth. On instinct, I rock my hips to match Daddy's strokes, my pussy trying to suck Daddy's finger in further. "Oh, daddy's baby is a virgin!" he exclaims. His own hand starts to move faster on his cock. Still fingering me, he is stroking the inside of my pussy, sending shivers and heat through my body. Daddy starts rubbing my clit as I scream from how swollen and sensitive it feels. "Daddy, I feel something happening," I explain breathless. "That's an orgasm, baby girl, let go, sweetie," Daddy replies. With a scream, my pussy explodes with pleasure as my juices squirt all over daddy's hand. My body shivers as I wriggle over the bed moaning. I feel my entire body arch backwards as my orgasm rips through my body, pleasure shooting from my pussy all through my body. At the same time, white stuff shoots out of Daddy's cock, landing on his stomach, and some on my floor, as Daddy breaths out and moans. Daddy moves his fingers to his mouth and tastes my juices, as I lay on my bed exhausted. "Did that feel good, baby girl?" Daddy asks. All I can do is smile and gently nod my head, momentarily lost for words. "Yes, Daddy, thank you," I finally whisper. "I love you, Daddy." Daddy smiles, then abruptly stands, put his cock back into his pants, and walks out of the room. As I lie on my bed, slowly collecting my strength, I wonder if this is the last time Daddy will touch me. "I hope not," I mumbled to myself. The rest of the week, after our encounter, Daddy kept acting really strange around me. He won't look me in the eye, and will only speak to me when it's absolutely necessary. I keep thinking that I did something wrong. Frustrated, after Daddy ignores me every day, I retire to my room and masturbate, remembering our exciting encounter. Mum was going away on business again. I've been noticing that things are tense between them. Sitting on the lounge, I can hear loud voices from their bedroom; all I can make out is that Daddy was saying that Mum never took care of him. As I listen to the muffled yells, I start thinking again, how can I get my Daddy to be my first fuck? Mum had been away for a few days and I can tell Daddy is miserable. Daddy is sitting watching TV. I decide to sit next to him and ask him what I've done wrong. I sit close to Daddy on the lounge, he looks at me. "Daddy, do you hate me?" "Why are you asking such a silly question baby girl?" Daddy answers, looking a little nervous. "Why have you been ignoring me then, Daddy?" Daddy flushes, looking embarrassed and miserable. He sighs, and then drapes his arm around my shoulder. "It's not you sweetie, I'm your father, what we did, last week, I should never have let it happen, its wrong of me to take advantage of my daughter. I do love you though baby girl." We sit there watching TV, Daddy's arm around my shoulders; I am cuddled into his side. I am not happy with that answer, so I turn my head and look at him. "Daddy, I'm not sorry about what happened I wanted it to happen." Daddy looks down at me, his face growing red. "It was wrong, end of story!" Daddy yells. Tears springing to my eyes, it hadn't felt wrong to me, it felt right. I see Daddy's face contort with pain and sadness as I jump up and run to my room. I fling myself on my bed and I cry. Through my sobs, I hear Daddy head to his room. Awhile later, after my tears dry, I decide to go to Daddy's room and try again. I get undressed; I slip my satin, pink nightgown on and tiptoe to Daddy's room. I hesitate outside, pressing my ear to his door to listen. I want to make sure Daddy is asleep. After 5 minutes of listening I decide he is asleep. Quietly, I open Daddy's bedroom door and tiptoe to his bed. As quietly as possible, I slip under the covers; I snuggle into Daddy's side. I lay there for a minute, close to Daddy's side. I freeze as I feel him stir, Daddy turns and looks at me. "I'm sorry I yelled at you baby girl. I love you." Daddy cups my face, gently kissing my cheeks. I snuggle into Daddy's chest, his arms coming around me, holding me close to him. My arms snaking around Daddy's strong back. "I love you too daddy." "You have grown up sweetie, into a beautiful young lady." I feel Daddy's hands brushing over my back, the satin material and movement of Daddy's hands making my body shiver, in a good way. "I like that daddy." I say quietly. "I don't think I can ignore you anymore baby girl." Daddy smiles then leans forward, pressing his lips to my cheek. "Daddy, I want you to be my first," I say, half brave and terrified of what his answer will be. Daddy froze, it looks like he is about to push me out of his bed. "I can't baby girl, I'm your father, it is wrong. "Daddy's sighs, then rolls over, turning away from me. "Daddy, I want it to be you, instead of a silly boy from school, please daddy. You are the one person I want to make me a woman." Daddy's face looks torn, wanting to make me a woman, but knowing its wrong, as I am his daughter. "Please sweetie, just go back to bed." Daddy rolls to his side, but feels my breasts pressing into his back, making his manhood stir. "Please daddy, I love you and I need you just like you need me." With a bit of reluctance, Daddy turns and faces me again. He sighs, looking into my eyes. Daddy caresses my face and gently kisses my lips. "I do need you sweetie, and it is better if I make you a woman than a stupid boy, but you can't tell anyone, ever. If anyone found out, daddy would be in a lot of trouble." "I promise daddy, it's our secret, no-one will ever know." Daddy's arms go around me, his lips pressing to mine in a gentle but passionate kiss. My body comes alive, I feel like I am on fire, burning with pleasure. I moan softly against Daddy's lips, Daddy groans and holds me tighter to him. Daddy's hands move down my neck, arms, and legs and then back up again, slowly lifting my nightgown over my hips, stomach, breasts, and then over my head. Daddy throws it on the floor, turns the soft lamp by his bed on and looks at me, taking in my naked body. "You are so beautiful baby girl. Are you sure you want this?" Daddy asks as his hands gently move up my side, resting close to my breasts. "Yes daddy, I want this, I want it so bad. I touch myself every night thinking of you daddy." I blush red, as I tell Daddy the truth. Daddy groans in pleasure as he captures my face and kisses me, with so much passion that I almost cum. "I love you baby girl, daddy is going to make love to you." "I love you too daddy." Before I can say anything else, Daddy kisses me, his lips moving against mine. I open my mouth slightly. Daddy's tongue snakes in and starts exploring my hot mouth. I'm moaning in pleasure, as Daddy kisses my neck, finding all the sweet spots that make my body shiver in pleasure. Daddy's hands cup my D-cup breasts, massaging them, kneading them, his thumbs flicking my hardening nipples. I cry out in pleasure. "Mmm, daddy loves your breasts baby girl, soft and firm and sensitive." I cry out as Daddy takes one of my nipples in his mouth and gently sucks, while my other nipple is being pinched and tweaked in Daddy's knowing fingers. My nipples send a pleasurable shock straight to my pussy, making it wet instantly. Daddy's fingers and mouth leave my breasts, and then he kisses his way down my tummy to between my legs. Daddy gently pries my legs apart, my pussy open to him now and wet from his ministrations. "Last week, daddy helped you by using my fingers, this time; daddy is going to make my sexy baby girl cum with my mouth." "Ohh daddy!" I cry out, as I feel Daddy's tongue lick up and down my glistening pussy lips. My body spasms in pleasure; as Daddy licks my little clit. My hips buck, as Daddy slides his tongue into my virgin pussy. My body shivers, electricity going off in my body, as Daddy's tongue, licking and fucking my pussy, brings me close to cumming. "Daddy, I'm cumming!" I cry out as my pussy tightens around Daddy's tongue, my clit hardens as Daddy flicks it with his finger. My body explodes in electric pleasure, as I scream out Daddy's name and cum hard. I hear Daddy moan as he licks up all of my cum. I had never cum that much ever. "Wow daddy that was amazing." I murmur as I catch my breath. "Daddy loved how much you came for him sweetie. I love the sweet taste of my baby girl's cum. Now daddy wants to teach you how to make me cum that much." Daddy smiles at me as he motions for me to get between his legs. "Daddy is going to teach you how to suck a cock, baby girl. It's pleasurable, not just for daddy, but for you too baby girl. Kneel between daddy's legs baby girl." I do as I'm told. I have seen Daddy's cock before, but it looks somehow much bigger now. I remember that Daddy stroked his cock. Gently, I grasp Daddy's cock and move my hand from the bottom to the top, just like Daddy did. I can feel the velvety skin, and all the veins. I can feel my pussy starting to get wet again, as I stroke Daddy. "Good girl honey, now lean forward and lick daddy's cock, just like an ice cream." I lean forward; I lick the tip of Daddy's cock. Daddy groans and I feel his cock twitch, I look at Daddy. "It's ok sweetie, that means daddy likes it, keep going baby girl." I lean down again and I lick Daddy's cock from the very bottom, all the way to the tip, Daddy's soft pubic hair tickling my nose. I keep licking from bottom to top, hearing Daddy moan, feeling Daddy's body shake with pleasure. I see a drip of clear liquid on Daddy's tip. "That's daddy's pre-cum baby girl, it is what happens when daddy gets hard and he wants to cum, lick it baby girl." I lick the drop of pre-cum, it tastes a little sweet. I moan in pleasure as I enjoy the taste. I want more. "Now, lean forward just a little bit more baby girl, open those pretty lips and wrap your mouth gently around daddy's cock head." I lean forward more and take Daddy's cock head in my mouth. "Now start sucking baby girl, just like an icy pole." Daddy groans as he instructs me. I start sucking, swirling my tongue around it. Daddy's moans are getting louder, his hips bucking a little more. I love the feeling of having Daddy in my hands, as his hips buck. "Now baby girl, slide daddy's cock deeper into your mouth, daddy loves your mouth." I slowly slide more of Daddy's cock deep in my mouth, I moan at the feeling of him on my tongue. I start gagging and coughing a little, as Daddy's cock hits my throat, I pull back a bit but keep sucking, looking in Daddy's eyes as I do. "Oh god baby girl, you're a natural, daddy will cum soon. You can swallow daddy's cum or spit it out sweetie." Daddy says in between moans. I suck on Daddy's cock, what I can't fit in my mouth, I stroke with my hand. I can feel Daddy's cock grow and get thicker in my mouth, the feeling is amazing. I can feel Daddy's pleasure. It's intoxicating. "I'm cumming baby girl!" Daddy cries out, as I feel Daddy's balls tighten, feel heat and twitching from Daddy's cock. I feel Daddy explode in my mouth. I feel a bit shocked, it was so strong. I can taste Daddy's cum, it is sweet and amazing. Before I can gag on Daddy's huge load, I start swallowing, savouring my Daddy's cum. I moan as I swallow all of it, some dripping out the side of my mouth. Daddy pulls me up to his chest, and kisses me hard on my lips, probably tasting his own cum as he kisses me. "That was amazing baby girl, you are very good at that, daddy loved it." "I love the taste of your cum daddy." Daddy laughs softly, wraps his arms around me and he kisses my mouth hard again. As we kiss, Daddy rolls me onto my back. He is laying on top of me, Daddy's hips settling between my open legs. Daddy looks in my eyes, slowly rubbing the tip of his still hard cock up and down my wet pussy lips. "This will hurt at first baby girl, daddy will be as gentle as I can, but it will hurt." "Are you sure you want this honey?" I look in daddy's eyes. "Yes daddy, I want this so bad. I know it will hurt but I want you daddy, I love you." Daddy leans down and kisses my mouth. I can feel the tip of Daddy's cock, slowly sliding into my virgin pussy. I groan, as I feel some pain, as Daddy slips the head of his cock into my pussy. Daddy's kiss gets harder and passionate. I groan in pain and pleasure, as Daddy strokes his cock head in and out of my pussy. Daddy breaks the kiss and looks in my eyes. "This is the part that will hurt baby girl, take a deep breath and close your eyes." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. As Daddy's lips crush down on mine, I feel Daddy's cock push all the way in my virgin pussy, breaking through my virginity. I groan into Daddy's mouth, it feels like he ripped my insides. Tears spring to my eyes, as Daddy lays still, his cock buried deep inside my pussy. After a few minutes, I open my eyes, Daddy smiles at me, kissing the tears from my cheeks. "How does it feel now baby girl?" "It doesn't hurt now daddy." I wrap my arms around Daddy's neck and pull his face down to mine. I kiss him hard and passionate. I moan in pleasure, as Daddy slowly starts moving his hard cock in and out of my pussy. Daddy moans into my mouth as his thrusts get faster, our bodies slapping together, as Daddy slides in and out of my pussy. I cry out in pleasure, I feel Daddy's cock slide in and out of my pussy. My hips buck, as I match Daddy's thrusts. I feel every inch of his big cock, rubbing my pussy walls, moving almost all the way out of my pussy. Then daddy thrusts all the way inside me again. "Oh god daddy!" I cry out. Daddy grabs my hips, holds them tight as he thrusts faster, harder. His cock moving quickly in and out of my pussy. I feel Daddy's hard cock, as he thrusts in and out of my wet, hot, tight pussy. The wet sounds of my pussy and our bodies slapping together fill the room. "I'm cumming daddy!" I scream in pleasure, as my pussy tightens around Daddy's cock, and I wrap my legs around Daddy's waist. "Me too baby girl!" Daddy groans as he thrusts harder and faster. I scream out as I cum hard, exploding all over Daddy's cock. I feel my pussy squeezing Daddy's hard cock, deep in my pussy. My body on fire, writhing in pleasure as my cum explodes all around Daddy's cock. I see my wetness drip down Daddy's balls. I cry out in pleasure again, feeling Daddy's cock grow in my pussy, he groans as he pulls out and explodes all over my tummy and breasts. Daddy's thick, white cum, splattering all over my tummy and breasts. After Daddy finishes cumming, he falls on the bed next to me. Daddy caresses my face as he looks into my eyes. I look at daddy, confused. "Why did you cum on me daddy!?" "I wanted to feel you explode inside me daddy!" I say as I look up at Daddy, a little hurt. Daddy leans down and kisses my lips softly, lovingly. "We don't want you getting pregnant baby girl." Daddy smiles at me and caresses my face. "I didn't think of that daddy." I smile at Daddy, as he leans down and kisses my lips softly again. "I will put you on birth control baby girl, and then you can enjoy the feeling of daddy cumming inside you without being worried." "Daddy still has so much to teach you. I love you so much my sweet, sexy baby girl." "I love you too my sexy daddy." Daddy kisses me passionately. We cuddle until we both fall in a deep, satisfying sleep.