1 comments/ 124976 views/ 3 favorites Passionate Homecoming By: sweetexpression With the last bit of the meal finally prepared and set upon the table, Nick gave a sigh of satisfaction as he looked over what was ready to be savored. His daughter was finally coming home after four exhausting years of college in the neighboring state. He raised his head a bit to gaze upon the clock on the wall which had just struck nine before returning his attention to the table. "Well, I sure hope she's hungry when she gets here," he said to himself with a warmhearted chuckle. As the last syllable passed his lips, there was a knock at the front door, to which he lifted his head toward it and smiled, knowing the source of the familiar rhythm. Right on time, he thought to himself. His feet propelled him as did his joyous heart and, not sparing a moment longer, he opened the door with an eager hand. Unable to help himself, his eyes widened slightly as he gazed upon her on the other side of the threshold, his breath sweetly stolen from him. Fiona, a bright and vivacious 22-year-old, was a beautiful sight to behold, indeed. From the neck up, she was almost a carbon copy of her father, possessing his thick, short, medium brown hair and eyes of stark green, both of which complimented her soft, feminine features. The rest of her body was obviously inherited by her mother, who was sadly taken from the both of them in a devastating car accident six years prior; Fiona was well-built and quite curvy, seeming a sculpture perfected by a meticulous artist attempting to capture the essence of sensuality in human form. For a couple of moments, Nick was lost in the sheer beauty of his one and only child, unable to utter a single sound. "If you stay like that any longer, your chin'll be draggin' on the floor." His daughter couldn't hide the subtle blush rising to her cheeks as she brought him out of the trance, very much aware of the way he was looking at her. He chuckled in slight embarrassment. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he apologized. "It's just that I haven't seen you in quite a while and....," now it was his turn to blush, "you've filled out and have become a beautiful young woman practically overnight." With an almost childlike giggle, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Hey, these good looks run in the family. You sure don't look like a man of forty." There was an honest admiration in her voice as she spoke those words. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties and no more. Only the slight gray coming through his sideburns revealed the truth of his age. "It's so good to be home, Daddy!," she softly exclaimed while giving him a gentle squeeze. As he enfolded her in his arms in return, he couldn't help but take notice of her breasts pressing slightly into his chest. His eyes blinked in surprise of his body's reaction. God, she felt sexy to him. But....this was Fiona, his daughter! How could he feel such a way towards her? Boy, she really has filled out, he thought to himself. Mmm....they're so soft....if only I could--. He had to stop his own thoughts before they went too far. Nick, you can't think like that! You brought her into this world, for cryin' out loud! As he silently scolded himself, he released her of the hug, his warm and loving smile still plastered upon his face. After all, he didn't want her to know that he was battling himself inside. His eyes looked just behind her to the porch floor and then returned to her. "Where's your stuff, honey?" Her hand casually gestured behind her to the driveway. "In the trunk. I can go get 'em real quick." Just as she was about to turn to go to her car, her father gently took her by the arm and pulled her back towards him. "Oh, no, you're not," he said with a bit of laughter lining his voice. "Let me take care of that and you sit at the table. I made your favorite tonight: garlic-roasted chicken." An extra gleam entered her eyes upon hearing this, just now consciously catching the smell of dinner. "Mmmm, that sounds good! Thank you so much, Daddy." She raised herself ever so slightly upon her toes to place a gracious kiss to his cheek before going inside with an all-the-more-happy skip to her step. "I'm starving! It was quite a drive to get back home," she called back to him as she made her way into the dining room area. She paused and turned just long enough to say before forgetting, "Oh, and don't worry, the trunk is open!" And with that, she returned to her brief trek to the dinner table. Nick began to walk towards her car parked just behind his, his fingers rising to gently touch the area where his daughter kissed him. He couldn't help but focus on how soft her lips were against his skin, and as he gathered her belongings from the already opened trunk, his thoughts refused to move onto another subject. God, she's even more beautiful than the last time I saw her. Why aren't guys her age pounding on her door? Following her around? Stalking her, even? Though if anyone was stupid enough to do that, I'd have to kill 'em. He laughed under his breath at the thought of barking other guys away from Fiona. Months before in a phone call to him, she was quite distraught over a failed relationship, her only serious one. She expressed all of the bad words exchanged and the back-stabbing that occurred and, since then, she hadn't dared attempted to be involved with another. Her father truly felt bad for her, wishing he could somehow make her feel better and give her the courage to try again when the time was right. But he knew that he couldn't make such decisions for her. She was her own woman and when she would be comfortable again, she would do as she pleased. He drew in a deep, slow breath as he finished removing her things from the trunk and he securely closed it. As he walked back towards the entrance to the house, he couldn't focus on anything but her.....how beautiful she'd become....how sexy she was....and how he felt for her. But he had to banish these thoughts. He had to! Thinking and wanting his own daughter in a physically intimate manner was wrong. Yet he couldn't help how he felt. Even before he learned of when she was coming home from school, he had these feelings for her....these desires. He couldn't help but dream of making love to her, of knowing and worshipping every inch of her body, of giving her everything her former boyfriend couldn't. But would he be dishonoring the memory of his darling wife and her mother by dreaming of, let alone doing, such? Would Fiona even consider such an offer? Would she be disgusted if he ever approached her with it, if he expressed what he truly felt? He gave a light shake of his head, as if to bring himself back to his senses, before emerging through the door and shutting it with his foot. "I'll be right back, honey! I'm just gonna sit these bags in your room, ok?," he called out to her as he began to ascend the staircase. Her voice was casual yet sweetly gracious as she replied, "Ok, thank you!" He smiled as he went upstairs, always glad when he could make her happy. He set one of the bags down upon the floor just long enough to open the door to her bedroom. As it swung open, he carried her luggage to the end of her bed and laid it there before returning downstairs. Once he came back to the dining room, he found that she was already eating heartily and he gave a chuckle. "You knew you were getting good food at home, so you decided not to eat on the way here, huh?" With a muffled giggle of her own, she took a moment to adequately chew and swallow a mouthful before responding. "How could I enjoy any food on the road and then not have any room in my stomach for your cuisine?" As her father laughed, she shot him a grin. "'Cuisine'?," Nick asked. "Your tastes buds must've died." With the both of them laughing together, he sat down in one of the seats diagonal to her and began fixing his own plate. For the next hour, they sat together comfortably, chatting and laughing about different things as they ate their fill. With each bite taken, with each word uttered, Nick's eyes remained upon Fiona. He was unable to tear his gaze from her, noticing every trivial thing about her. Yet these things didn't seem so trivial. They were....enthralling. The way she would slowly, casually wave and tap her foot upon the floor; the way her body made minor shifts in the chair; the way her mouth closed over the fork as she took a bite of food; the way her jaw moved as she chewed. Oh man....I can only imagine all that she could do with that luscious mouth, his mind wondered. Without really meaning to, a vision of his daughter's beautiful face, moving back and forth from his pelvis came to him. In his mind's eye, he could see those lips of hers wrapped around his manhood, lavishing such loving attention and giving him a pleasure unlike any he'd ever known. He could feel himself hardening within the confines of his jeans as he began to drift with this image, allowing it to sweep him away for a moment....only a moment. "Daddy, did you hear what I said?" A somewhat confused, yet humored look was upon Fiona's face as he once again snapped back to reality. "Uh, no, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. What were you saying?" With embarrassment once again in his voice, he gave her his undivided attention with a smile of warmth, determined to focus on the subject of conversation and hoping that she wouldn't somehow notice his erection, which he attempted to keep from view. She released a soft laugh of forgiveness as she set down her fork a final time. "It's alright. It wasn't anything major." She then drew a breath as she looked to her now empty plate, smiling all the while. "Thank you for dinner, Daddy. You always know how to win my heart. Then again, you've always had it." As their eyes met, he turned her words over in his head. Was it perhaps a hint that she felt the same way as he did? Was it merely wishful thinking on his part or did he misunderstand what she meant? Not willing to take the chance of revealing to her his true feelings in the event that it would have disastrous results, he simply responded with, "I do all that I can for you, you know that." And with that, along with his loving smile, he rose from his seat and gathered their plates, taking great care to turn in the direction opposite of her to hide his body's reaction to the erotic thoughts. "I think I'm gonna get ready for bed, Daddy. It's been a long day and I think I need some shut-eye." She rose to her feet as well and followed him into the kitchen, where he was allowing the plates to soak in the warm, soapy water within the sink. He turned towards his daughter and gathered her into his arms once more for a brief goodnight hug. She rested her chin upon his shoulder for a moment as he discreetly savored the closeness of her body to his, yet at the same time fearing that she would feel the moderate bulge within his pants. Her lips hovered close to his ear where she nearly breathed, "Goodnight, Daddy." Once again, her lips found his cheek as before, placing a soft kiss there as he also softly uttered, "Goodnight, honey." He reciprocated the kiss to her cheek and smiled as he watched her leave the embrace, but not before feeling one of her hands glide perhaps absentmindedly from around his back to his front, the fingertips lightly brushing one of his covered nipples before departing. He managed to suppress a shudder of arousal and became all the more nervous as his bulge grew further. As she walked up the stairs, she turned her head back to cast him one more smile before disappearing down the corridor to the bathroom. He swiftly took a step to the side to hide behind a counter, making the movement seem nonchalant as best as he could to hide what could've brought about uncomfortable questions from her. As his ears picked up the sounds of her entering her room then leaving a couple of moments later only to go into the bathroom, Nick's thoughts began to wander yet again. His hand traveled down to his crotch and he held it, as if pleading with himself to calm down. Suddenly, his eyes shot up in the direction of the second floor as the sound of the shower being turned on greeted him. As if by an automatic compulsion, he felt an incredible urge to go upstairs and quietly invade her bedroom. He had absolutely no idea why he felt this way or what he would by chance find....he simply felt the irresistible need to go. Well, I should have just enough time to get in and out if I'm real quick...though I have no idea what I'll accomplish with this, he sighed in his mind. His inner cravings began to override his better judgment and, in doing so, his feet carried him to the staircase where he went upward, his eyes cautiously keeping watch on the bathroom door mere feet away from that of her room's. With silent steps, he crossed the threshold to her bedroom and his eyes immediately shifted to her luggage, which she had opened moments before her shower. A few articles of clothing were laid out on the bed, particularly a night shirt and a pair of white, cotton panties. Driven by desires he didn't fully understand, yet incapable of resisting, he moved to the side of the bed, slowly took hold of the panties, and lifted them upwards to get a better look. His eyes were locked onto them, as if they possessed some sort of magic power that entranced him, and he began to thoroughly feel the texture within his hands. Then....he raised them further to his nose and he inhaled them, closing his eyes as he did so. Though they had been recently washed, he was imagining her intimate smell being imprinted on them. Oh, Fiona, he thought to himself, I bet you smell and taste so good....so sweet. God, how I want you! His eyes then flew open as he heard the shower being turned off and the door to the bathroom slowly opening. Realizing that he didn't have enough time to flee the room, he hesitated for a moment to try to find a place to hide. He could hear her approaching the bedroom with casual steps and, in a last second decision, he dashed under his daughter's bed as quickly and quietly as possible. His body disappeared just in time for a moment later, Fiona walked in. From his hiding place, all he could do was watch her feet as they approached the bed, stopped in the very spot he stood before, and moved accordingly as she put on her nighttime attire. She then climbed into bed and he heard her settle in. I hope she'll fall asleep quickly, Nick thought. I'm not sure how long I can stand being under here. From the confines of his small, tight shelter, he remained as still as possible, praying that sleep would take her within a short time. But in a double shock, her soft voice broke the silence stifling the room. "Oh, Fiona, you sure are in a mess, aren't ya?" She was talking to herself. He listened intently, knowing that there was little else he could do at this point. "I'd probably be disowned if Daddy found out. But I....I can't help how I feel," she sighed. "He wouldn't treat me as Jesse did. He'd actually be loving. Wait, wait, Fiona, stop," she tried to catch herself. "Why in the hell would Daddy wanna have sex me? I'm his daughter!" As the words spilled from Fiona's mouth, her father stifled a gasp of shock from beneath her. What the hell?, he asked himself. She feels the same way! I must be hearing things. I gotta be! He decided to wait a bit longer, anxious to find out what would happen next. The sound of her voice continued to unwittingly fill his ears. "But....I love him....more than as his daughter. As as lover, too. I wanna be with him. I wanna feel him inside of me....so deep....so hard." As her voice faded to a whisper, he soon began to hear the softest of moans, his ears also picking up the tiniest of shifts upon the mattress above him. His body stilled by a mixture of excitement, uncertainty, and fear, he remained in his hiding place, listening....savoring. The sounds of pleasure coming from Fiona started to intensify just a notch or two, thereby causing her father's mind to race and his arousal to grow. Oh God, what do I do? What do I do?, he questioned. I'm invading her privacy this way and yet....oh man, she's the epitome of temptation! I need her....I want her so bad, it hurts. Maybe....just maybe.... Deciding to take a chance, he drew into himself a deep breath and began to emerge with extreme caution. His eyes met an astonishing sight as he peered just over the edge of the bed. He found Fiona's legs spread wide apart, her foremost thigh almost too close to his face, and he saw some movement beneath the fabric of her underwear. His gaze fixated on the fingers of one hand moving in and out of her pussy slowly....leisurely, her wetness evident as the panties boasted a damp spot. Unconsciously, Nick licked his lips, his excitement rising dramatically. He then gradually looked up to her face, rather glad to find that her eyes were closed as she pleasured herself. Her lips were slightly parted, allowing her soft moans to flow from between her lips, all the while her other hand was fondling one of her breasts through her night shirt. His attention returned to the area of her hips. Fiona, if only you knew what you're doing to me right now, his mind whispered. I can't turn away now. I can't. I gotta have her! Caution was still very much with him as he moved further out from underneath the bed and rose to his feet with infinite slowness. His eyes never turned, even for a split second, away from his sexy daughter. The shifts of arousal her body made was like a siren's call to him, despite the fact that she was still oblivious to her father's ever-near presence. Her fingers began to retract from within her womanhood and he saw that they were glistening with wetness. No longer able to merely watch, he carefully leaned forward and, with a gentle touch, placed the palm of his hand against the front of her panties, lightly pressing against her entrance. With a loud, shocking gasp, she flung her eyes opened and found her father at the edge of her bed, his hand touching her....massaging her so intimately. Her body didn't care that it was him doing this to her as much as her mind may have wanted to object. Another moan escaped before she could stop it. "Ohhh...." Nick smiled with purest love to his daughter as he whispered, "Yes, my baby....tell Daddy what he can do to help. Tell me what you need and I'll be most happy to provide." A softer, more sensual gasp of pleasure was emitted as she tried to speak, her voice slightly quivering with both ecstatic sensation as well as hesitancy. "Daddy, you....ohh....you know? You don't....hate me for this?" His hand began to rub her sensitive area a bit more firmly, seeking to make her feel good, to make her more wet for him. "How could I when I want the same of you? Let me see to your needs....let me give my little girl what she wants." Her eyes became lined with tears of joy as a grateful smile spread across her face. Of their own accord, her hips started to move against his hand, aching for sweet relief. "Take me, Daddy. Make love to me....please. I want you inside of me so bad. Please, Daddy....please." Without needing to be told twice, he reluctantly withdrew his hand to get out of his clothes. His eyes remained locked with Fiona's as he revealed more of his body to her, bit by bit. As he did so, she did the same, pulling down her panties and tossing them to the floor along with her nightshirt, now laying completely bare before him upon the bed. He was struck by the natural beauty of his daughter -- the soft, clear complexion of her skin; the gorgeous curves of her full, round breasts; the nest of brown curls at the juncture of her legs, which were also glistening with her growing arousal. Upon the pulling down of his boxers that were tented by his erection moments before, Fiona's eyes widened a bit as she took in the breathtaking view of his cock, which was craving attention. Passionate Homecoming This is a story about a homecoming after an extended business trip away. Before I tell about the homecoming, let me tell you about myself and my wife. My name is Mark, I'm in my 50's. I'm still in good physical shape, a little less graying hair but I still have a high sex drive and get frequent, very hard erections. My wife Lori is also in her 50's, her shape has shifted over time to where her hips are a little broader. She still has very nice 36D breasts that sag very little. Her nipples get erect easily and are nice to suck on. She still looks good braless in a t-shirt. Her rear is great to squeeze, soft, but firm – just a little more cushion for the pushin. Whenever I hear the song lyrics "fat bottom girls make the world go around", I think of Lori. Often hearing the song gives me an erection because I start to think about how Lori gets a rise out of me. Fortunately for me, Lori also enjoys frequent sex, often initiating it. We have sex several times a week, sometimes more than once in a day. Catching a glimpse of Lori naked or in a sexy nightgown rapidly brings my 7+ inch, fairly thick cock to attention. When my cock is erect, it is very firm, sticks straight out with a slight upward curve. Lori's pussy opening is more of a slit. When excited, it opens up exposing her small inner lips and clit. Her pussy is still very tight even after many years of frequent intercourse. Our sex varies from passionate quickies to long and slow lovemaking sessions. The times vary from morning, noon to midnight. The places vary from the bedroom to the shower to wild uninhibited sex outside. The positions vary from missionary to "69" to reverse cowgirl. Lori loves to give me blowjobs and I love to eat her pussy. Lori almost always has an orgasm, we frequently orgasm simultaneously. Without the nearly daily lovemaking, the time away has been difficult, but makes the idea of a homecoming even more exciting, so lets get on with it. When I walked into the house after being away for two weeks, Lori greeted me at the door in a very sheer, short white open gown. Underneath she is wearing a red shelf bra, nearly exposing and accenting her beautiful breasts. She is also wearing sheer red panties, the outline of her dark, trimmed, full bush can be seen. Seeing Lori dressed like this gives me an instant hard on. We embrace and kiss passionately. I reach around and pull her close feeling her firm butt. Lori can feel my erection through my pants. She smiles and takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to the master bath. Her butt is clearly visible through the sheer panties, as she walks, her ass sways – what a sight. My cock is staining to be released from my pants and to find its way into Lori's tight, sweet pussy. When we get to the bathroom, Lori removes my shirt. She then loosens my belt and unfastens my pants. She gently releases my rigid cock as she slides my pants down. Her mouth stops at my cock to lick and suck it. Her mouth is hot, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock and licks the full length of my shaft. Lori finishes removing my pants and has me take a shower to wash away the days journey home. When I step out, I find a leopard string poach to put on. My cock has gone done somewhat from the shower, but fitting it in the poach is a challenge. My cock is starting to grow again just thinking about Lori and what's ahead. I go into to the bedroom to find Lori laying on the bed with candles lit everywhere. She has removed her gown and is laying there in just her sheer red bra and panties. Lori motions for me to come to bed, my cock is erect again and sticking out the side of the leopard pouch. Lori laughs at how little the leopard pouch is covering. She reaches out and helps me remove it, then grabs my cock and pulls me to her. Our legs become intertwined as we kiss passionately. Our tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths, our bodies rubbing together. I want to feel her, skin to skin. I remove her bra and I tease her nipples with my tongue, licking around them, sucking on them. I work my way down to remove Lori's panties, her legs are apart and I see that her panties are crotchless. Her dark pussy is nicely framed by the opening in the red panties. I reach down and touch her pussy, she moans. I then take her panties off, nearly tearing them in my hurry to remove them - my animal instinct is starting to take over. My cock wants to feel Lori's pussy, my cum wants to be released. Its been nearly two weeks since we've coupled. My mind brings me back a little from my animal state, I want our lovemaking to last longer. I want to be satisfy Lori, I want to feel her orgasm. We are now both totally naked and go back to kissing each other passionately. We both missed each other and cannot get enough of each other. Our bodies are rubbing together, legs are intertwined. I start to nimble on Lori's ears and move down to kiss her neck, this drives her wild. She reaches down to find my cock and starts to stoke it, my cock gets even harder and balls start to tighten. I start to work my way down Lori's body, stopping to lick and suck on her breasts. I then move down and lick the insides of Lori's legs. She spreads her legs further apart, her pussy is opening up more. I start to lick the outer lips of her pussy. Lori moves around so she can take my cock in her mouth. She starts to move her hips trying to get my tongue in her pussy. Her clit is erect and I gently lick it with my tongue, the juices start to run from her pussy. Lori starts to massage my balls and the area between my balls and anus, my balls pull up inside me, my cock lengthens and is straining for a release. I'm eating Lori's pussy, she is sucking my cock, we are both on the verge of an orgasm. I continue to move down to Lori's feet and begin to suck on her toes. When I suck her big toe, she goes wild and has a huge orgasm. Lori starts to beg me to put my cock in her pussy. I move around, so we can kiss. Our tongues are in and out of each other mouths. We can taste and smell our sex. I move and position my cock at her pussy. Lori's pussy lips are open, the juices are running down her butt, her pussy is ready . Lori is pleading for me to fuck her. I tease her for a few seconds by just sliding the large mushroom tip of my cock in and out of the opening of her pussy. She starts to rock her hips trying to get my cock deeper into her pussy. She is begging me to put my cock deeper in her pussy. With one thrush, I bury my entire cock, all the way to my balls, into her pussy. Her pussy is hot and tight, yet it is slippery from her cum. As my cock goes deep into her pussy, Lori has an immense orgasm. Her pussy feels so good especially since I haven't filled it up for two weeks. It takes all my willpower to hold back from releasing my huge cum load into her. I begin to move in and out with slow strokes withdrawing my cock nearly out of her pussy, pausing and then sliding it deep inside again. Lori begs me to go faster. I start to increase my speed. I begin to feel the cum moving from my balls, through my cock. I'm past of point of no return and feverously plunge my cock deep into her pussy. As I hit bottom, my balls tighten and the cum erupts from my cock, shooting deep into her pussy. Lori feeling my cock swell even larger and the cum hitting deep in her pussy has another intense orgasm. We've become a couple of animals, locked together, both having intense orgasms, grunting and moaning, eyes rolled back in our heads, thrashing around. I'm instinctively moving my cock in and out of Lori's pussy, spurt after spurt of cum is erupting from my cock. Lori's legs are locked around mine, her hips are moving, taking me deep with each thrust. Then she grabs my butt and holds me deep inside her. My cock continues to spurt cum into her pussy, pulse after pulse. With each shot, Lori's pussy contracts around my cock, milking the cum from it. Her pussy finally drains my balls, we lay there together, my cock still rock hard and deep inside Lori. I can still feel her pussy contracting around my cock as she continues to have small aftershock orgasms. I can feel our juices seeping out of her pussy, running past my balls. When her pussy contractions subside, I pull my still hard cock out of Lori's pussy, more of my cum and her pussy juice runs out, adding to the big wet spot on the sheets. My cock and balls are covered with our secretions as is Lori's pussy. For now, we are both exhausted, and cuddle up in the spoon position. My hard cock is lying in the crack of Lori's butt, my arm around her with a hand resting on a breast. We go to sleep together naked, exhausted, relaxed and very satisfied. What a sweet homecoming. Passionate Homecoming "God," she whispered to him, "it's bigger than the last time I saw it." Nick blinked as he was taken aback and his voice held genuine curiosity as he asked her, "When did you last see it?" Sweet, soft color filled her cheeks as she released a slight giggle of embarrassment. "Once when I was seventeen, I peeked into the bathroom as you showered. You were....having fun." As she spoke the last two words, the hue of her cheeks deepened from pink to red. Her father couldn't help but grin wickedly. "Oh, you naughty girl...." His tone was playful and growing all the more seductive. "I oughta punish you for that." He took her ankles gently into his hands and held them spread out as he moved onto the bed, seating himself upon his knees and shins. His touch was gentle and true as he caressed his way up her legs to her waist, her tender sounds of loving anticipation urging him onward. "Let me give you what you always wanted, baby. Let Daddy take care of you." He then brought her closer to his lap and removed one of his hands to brush the head of his cock against her sleek entrance, wanting to tease her for a moment. She whimpered as he drove her crazy with his actions, her hips swaying more towards him in an effort to get him inside her, begging for him. Her desire for him only increased as his tip grazed and nudged lightly against her sensitive clitoris, causing her naked body to shudder. He licked his lips again and shuddered in turn as her wetness smeared onto his manhood. "Mmmm...oh, Fiona....are you ready for me, honey?" She nodded vigorously as she said with nearly breathless wanting, "Yes...ohh, yes, Daddy. Please give it to me." And with that, he slid past the entrance into her sacred depths, guiding himself inch by inch into her tight, wet pussy. As he slowly invaded her, she released a long, loving moan, the sensation of his meat filling her exquisite beyond anything she ever imagined. Nick moaned with her as he felt her walls clenching and closing in around him, hugging him passionately. When she had devoured him all the way to the base, he paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the size of him. It didn't take long for her to give the approving nod that she was ready and he began to gradually move back and forth, his eyes watching with erotic glee as his penis was being coated in her love juices. "Ohhh, yeah....ohh, you feel so good, Fiona. So tight....so wet. Oh yeah, squeeze me, sweetheart. Mmmm....make your Daddy feel good." Her hips began to move with his as they picked up the pace, making love as the silvery-blue light of the moon cascaded down upon them from outside the window at the other side of the bedroom, providing the only other illumination aside from the absolute love which beam brightly between them. With each gentle thrust he made, her breasts bounced with an almost fluid motion, a seduction in of itself. Not wanting to keep himself from them, nor her from all the pleasure she deserves, he brought his hands further up her body and lifted her up towards him, bringing her down all the more onto his cock. She immediately threw her arms around his neck, cradling him to her as his mouth started to ravage her breasts. She was riding him now more urgently as his tongue coaxed each of her nipples into rock-hard peaks of ecstasy, her pussy gripping him tighter and tighter with each passing moment. "Ohh, Daddy, don't stop....please don't stop! I wanna cum for you. Make your....ohhhh!...little girl cum, Daddy. Make me cum for you, please!!" Their moans and grunts of pleasure heightened all the more as their pleasure did, ever mutual and equal. Their flesh began to gently slap together as she willingly, eagerly, rode him hard and faster, bouncing up and down on his hardness, which was throbbing within her. Fiona gently, yet firmly, pulled his head from her breasts and met his mouth with hers, kissing him passionately....deeply....hungrily. Their tongues explored one another as their lips engaged in a sensual dance, completely savoring their individual flavors. He pulled his mouth away from hers just far enough to whisper in a husky tone. "I'm so close, baby.....I'm so close...." She nodded in agreement as her eyes locked with his, her voice equally husky. "I am, too.....Oh, God, I'm gonna explode!" "Do you want me to cum inside you?," he asked, hoping that she would say yes. Without hesitating a moment, she responded breathlessly. "Ohh, Daddy, yes....cum for me. Please, cum for me!!" His moans almost became guttural growls of urgent ecstasy as he thrust his cock deep into her, burying his entire length inside of his erotic goddess of a daughter. Within moments, his head fell back as he cried out with deep grunts, his manhood releasing spurt after thick spurt of his seed into her as the orgasm raged through his body. "I....I'm.....cumming, Fiona!!!....Uuuggghhhhhhhhh....!!!!" The feeling of his hot, masculine cum triggered her own orgasm and her screams of erotic bliss filled the room as her drenched pussy gripped him tighter than ever before, the wave of indescribable pleasure washing over her. "Daddy, yesssssss!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddd!!!" Colors of love and lust seemed to burst before their eyes as the sexual electricity surged to their every nerve-ending. As their bodies slowly calmed down and the intense orgasms subsided, they lowered themselves to the comforting mattress to rest. Each of them were shiny with sweat and their breathing heavy. Nick relaxed himself upon his daughter's chest and Fiona stroked his damp hair soothingly, cradling him to her. All the while, he remained deep inside her womanhood, nestled within the tight, wet walls. "Oh, God, sweetheart.....that was absolutely incredible!," he said into her skin, allowing his tongue to slowly lick some of the sweat off her body. She smiled to her father as she agreed. "Mmmm....yes, it was. I can't thank you enough for not....well....disowning me over this." He looked up to her, his eyes conveying sweet assurance. "I could never do that to you, baby. You know you can come to me for anything." She couldn't help but give a slight grin. "Something told me to keep taking those birth control pills." She burst into soft, sweet laughter upon saying that, her father joining her in the joy they were both experiencing; the joy of the consummation of feelings, desires, and needs they had in equal measure. Nick then brought his hands up to cup Fiona's gorgeous face as he gazed deeply into her eyes, drawing her into him as he never had before. He embraced her lips with his own in a long, truly loving kiss, one of indescribable gratitude and promises of many days and nights of lovemaking to come. Never again would they feel bereft of anything. They had each other, now more than ever.