His fingers slithered upwards until they reached my pussy. They slid across my tender outer lips and I gasped and my father pressed his fingers between them, using his forefinger and ring finger to spread my labia apart. He slid his middle finger back and forth over my exposed pink flesh, lingering at my opening before running up to glide over my clitoris. My young, virginal pussy was soaking wet; juice was trickling down between my ass cheeks.
“Daddy…Daddy, please…”
I shifted my hips, pressing my cunt down onto my father’s hand. His arm clasped my shoulder tight as he pressed the tip of his middle finger into my opening. It glided in easily. This was it: my first touch by a man, the first
time anyone had been inside of me. A quick thought of the girls in my classes flashed through my mind. While they had talked of being fingered, I doubted it was anything like this. I was being touched by a man who knew what he was doing, not by some nervous high school boy. I suddenly knew that all the waiting
had been worthwhile.
My father pressed his finger into me, groaning between our mouths as he did so. He began to pump his finger in and out,
slowly and deliberately at first, and then faster and faster. I had broken my hymen a few years ago, so there was no sharp pain
from his finger. The only thing I felt was a deep, pulsing
pleasure, my pussy contracting regularly as he finger–fucked
- me.
After a few moments, my father extracted his finger and moved his hand to my thigh. He flipped me away from him, putting my back to his and his pelvis against my ass. He raised his hips from the bed and slid his underwear down, kicking them off his feet. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.
“I love you, baby girl.” “I love you too, Daddy.”
It was the moment I had dreamed of, the moment I had been
aching for. Raising my outside thigh, my father pressed his hips forward and I felt his cock slide across my wet lips. I shuddered as his hard cockhead passed over my clitoris, sending tingling
bolts of pleasure shooting to the farthest reaches of my body.
After a few strokes back and forth, his head and shaft growing
slippery with my juices, my father paused with his hips pulled
back, his head against my opening. My body and mind were
screaming, begging, for him to enter me. I rolled my hips
around, moaning as his head pressed gently into my openiny.
the smell of our sexes strong in the air.
“Are you sure this is what you want, my daughter?” my father
asked, his body motionless
I reached a hand behind us and grabbed his ass.
“I’m sure,” I said, “I want you to fuck your baby girl, Daddy. I want you to have my virginity.”
It was all he needed to hear. Very slowly he pressed his hips forward and entered me. I gasped as the head of his cock slid inside. He was so big! It was like nothing I had ever imagined! He went deeper and I gasped again. My father’s hand closed around my breast, massaging it. His breath was hot against my ear lobe, his chin scratchy on my cheek.
Inch by inch he eased himself forward. As he filled me, I felt a sharp pain,
a pain I had heard about from my friends. But it didn’t last long,
not nearly as long as I thought. Soon, it was replaced by an
intense pleasure, a pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt
before. This wasn’t like touching myself in my room thinking of
him. Compared to this, that was like a dreary day. This was like…
well…this was like an orgasm.
“I’m coming, Daddy,” I moaned. “I’m coming.”
My hips bucked and I felt my pussy contract around his thic.. cock. My father kept pressing himself forward, filling me slowly. Soon he was all the way inside, my lips wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, my body convulsing against his. I was in blissful heaven, made better by his arms tight around me, his
hand massaging my breasts and pinching and pulling at my erect nipples.
“You feel so good, baby girl…”
My father pulled his hips back and I gasped again as his cock left me.
Extracting himself until only his head was left inside of me, he gave a few quick, short thrusts, making me giggle in pleasure.
“Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
My father thrust his hips forward again, my pussy readily receiving his thick cock now that it had been stretched out. I was still shaking from the aftershocks of my first orgasm, my first orgasm with a man, and his harder thrusting now almost made me come again. His hips began to move with a steady rhythm, his long strokes filling me completely.
“Harder, Daddy, harder, I want you to fuck your baby girl harder!”
I couldn’t control myself now. I was shaking wildly, my knees knocking together from pleasure. Sensations I had never known were flooding me. The idea of my own father fucking me was the greatest, the hottest, the dirtiest feeling I had ever known.
I reached a hand behind my head and tangled my fingers in my father’s hair, arching my back and tilting my hips so that he could drive his cock in deeper. He was thrusting more forcefully, each stroke more powerful, sending shockwave after shockwave through my young, inexperienced body.
“Harder, harder,” I begged.
My father pounded his cock into my tight pussy. His slippery shaft felt incredible against my engorged lips, my juices wetting my thighs, each thrust creating a loud slurping sound as my cunt sucked at his cock. I could feel a second orgasm welling
up within me. All I could think of was coming together with my
father. As the first waves of my second, more intense
orgasm gripped my body and my pussy tightened around his thick cock, I screamed out to the ceiling, possessed by pleasure:
“Oh, Daddy! Come in me, come in me! Fill me with your come,
Daddy! I want to feel your come deep inside of mer
My father’s body tensed against mine, though his hips did not slow. As my labia slurped at his shaft, I felt his cock quiver and he growled and gave a particularly powerful thrust and then a hot spurt of semen shot into me. The feeling of his warm come exploding deep into my womb, the feeling of my father coming inside of me while I came on him, immediately redoubled my pleasure. It felt so good I thought I was going to pass out.
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I screamed. “I’m coming for you. I’m coming for you.”
My father thrusted again and again, with each stroke another
spurt of semen shooting into me. Hot rope after hot rope filled
me, juice trickling from between my labia and running down the
back of my thigh onto the bed. My father held me tight against
him as he thrusted, pressing hard to keep his cock inside of me
as I contracted tight around it.
“Baby…” he moaned. “Oh, my darling Leah…”
His orgasm lasted for almost thirty seconds. I didn’t think he would ever stop coming, nor did I want him to. I loved this feeling of father and daughter coming together, of our bodies joined together as the most powerful sensation I had ever known ripped through me. Finally, my father gave a final thrust, his hips grinding to a halt.
Aside from the storm raging outside, the only sound that could be heard as we lay still in the dark apartment was our heavy breathing. I smiled, jerking every now and then as the last of my orgasm coursed through me.
My father’s body relaxed against mine, his hand cupping my breast but no longer massaging it. I wiggled my hips and we both gave a jerk and I giggled.
“Daddy, that was amazing.” .
My father raised his head and kissed my cheek. I turned my head back until my lips met his and our tongues swirled together. I kept my ass flush against his pelvis, wanting to keep him inside of me forever.
“Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow?” I asked, breaking away from our kiss and nuzzling his cheek. I wriggled my body against his, reaching a hand down between my legs to stroke
his tight ball sac and feel where his cock ́disappeared between
my tender lips. My father laughed quietly.
“I think I can stay another night, darling.”
“I never want you to leave. I want to spend every night just e
this. Oh, I
love how you feel inside of me.”
I stroked his testicles again, pleased with the way he groaned as
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Aside from the storm raging outside, the only sound that could
be heard as we lay still in the dark apartment was our heavy
breathing. I smiled, jerking every now and then as the last of my
orgasm coursed through me.
My father’s body relaxed against mine, his hand cupping my breast but no longer massaging it. I wiggled my hips and we
both gave a jerk and I giggled.
“Daddy, that was amazing.“.
My father raised his head and kissed my cheek. I turned my head back until my lips met his and our tongues swirled together. I kept my ass flush against his pelvis, wanting to keep
him inside of me forever.
“Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow?” I asked, breaking away from our kiss and nuzzling his cheek. I wriggled my body against his, reaching a hand down between my legs to stroke his tight ball sac and feel where his cock ́disappeared between my tender lips. My father laughed quietly.
“I think I can stay another night, darling.”
“I never want you to leave. I want to spend every night just like
this. Oh, I
love how you feel inside of me.”
I stroked his testicles again, pleased with the way he groaned as
I did. “I never want to leave either, sweetheart.”
“You’re my dream, Daddy.”
“You’re my dream too, darling. I love you. Thank you for giving me your first.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Daddy. I want you to be every
other time too.”
I relaxed my body against his and closed my eyes, yawning as I did so. My father’s arms tightened around me and I felt his head fall against my pillow. As the rain pounded on the roof and lightning flashed through the room, we began to drift off to sleep, our bodies fitted perfectly together. I smiled to myself and snuggled into him, happy and content. Tomorrow, I knew, I would make love to my father again.
