#daddydaughter

Tags: daddy/daughter, incest, lactating, big tits

Disclaimer: I know shit about breastfeeding. It’s porn, just roll with it.

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With a heavy sigh, Eileen strokes her sleeping daughter’s little head. The dark fuzzy hair feels soft and warm beneath her slender hand. Her fingers glide down the chubby cheek to the little pouty mouth. Her daughter’s lips close around the tip of her index finger and instantly starts suckling. 

“Good girl”, Eileen praises, “next time do that on mommy’s nipple, yeah? We’ll get there.”

So far, little Mia hasn’t cooperated when it comes to breastfeeding. She just didn’t get that stupid nipple into her mouth, somehow. 

Very carefully Eileen pulls her finger away and leaves her daughter to her restful slumber. 

Still wearing her nighty and not really feeling to get dressed, Eileen walks into the kitchen to make herself a bowl of cereal and eating it on the couch in the living room. 

Eventually her dad joins her. Since the pregnancy she and her boyfriend Shawn live with him. Shawn is Mia’s dad. Yes, it has been an accidental teen pregnancy. His parents weren’t as understanding as hers, giving them no support. Lucky, Eileen’s parents took all three of them in, otherwise she wouldn’t have known what to do. At least one problem off of her mind. Now all her energy could be focused on how to breastfeed her newborn. 

When two bowls of cereal are empty and placed on coffee table, Eileen’s dad wraps an arm around his girl.

“Still no luck?” 

“No”, Eileen sighs. “And since she is still on strike, I can’t produce enough milk to feed her. I don’t want to raise my daughter on formula. I tried to reason with her, but she’s as stubborn as her dad.”

Winston chuckles and kisses her forehead. 

“No helpful advice from the midwife?”

Eileen sighs yet again. “She suggested Shawn to help induce the milk, but he finds the mere idea disgusting.”

“What? Why? It’s mother’s milk! He does realizse at one point at his life he fed on that, too, right?”

“Yeah, but not on that particular carton”, she jokes and points at her gorgeous D-cup tits.”

Winston shakes his head. “That’s just ridiculous. And irresponsible. He should have his daughter’s best interest in mind. Too stupid to use a condom, too stupid to take care of his child.”

“Dad”, Eileen chides him softly. Shawn hadn’t held on to the condom when he pulled out, all his cum spilled into her pussy and nine months later they were parents. 

“I’m serious. Never liked the guy.”

“Please let’s not get into this argument again”, she pleads and snuggles against his side to soothe him. They remain like this for a few minutes. Eileen can feel her father’s big body tense, feels how his mind is racing, condeming Shawn for his finickiness and himself for not having forbidden his daughter to date that idiot. 

“All right, that’s it”, he says and gets up, rushes into the Mia’s room and returns with the oversized fluffy brown teddy bear he has gotten his granddaughter. His face in an upset frown he places it in the corner of the couch. 

“Lean against it, baby”, he tells Eileen gently and pulls her up. 

“What is going on?” she asks, totally confused. 

“I’m going to help you feed your baby, since Shawny-boy fails to do even that much.”

Eileen looks unsure, but does sits down and leans her back into the soft teddy’s chest.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, daddy?”

“I’m not going tha let my granddaughter have a low immune system and whatnot just because her father isn’t man enough. Now pull down the shirt, baby. I promise I’ll be careful.”

For a long moment, father and daughter look at each other. The sure look of her dad makes Eileen realize that this is important and for her baby’s health. So she nods and pulls one strap after the other down her shoulders and then the soft cotton cups down her big tits. A cool breeze hits the sensitive skin and her pink nipples rise and harden as her father sits down next to her. 

“Are you comfy, sweetie?” he asks but looks at those perfect tits with those perfect nipples. 

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good. Don’t worry. We’ll get that milk into your breasts and then everything will be alright. Mia will be healthy and happy.”

He smiles at her and Eileen smiles back, her breasts exposed and all. 

Winsont’s smile fades when he focuses all his attention on that pebbled pink nipple. His mouth waters and he bends over, trying to think of Mia’s health and nothing else when he sucks that big nipple into his mouth. 

His daughter’s taste exploding on his tongue and her gasp makes his cock twitch in his old grey sweatpants, but he stubbornly ignores his body’s call to arms as he gentle starts suckling his own daughter’s tit.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

His eyes fall close and he leans against her. Both of them relax into the big teddy and give into the pleasure this intimate task evokes. 

“Harder, daddy”, Eileen gently pleads and his cock swells to half attention at her tone. 

“Yes, baby”, he whispers against her wet nipple and looks up at her. When their  eyes meet, Winston slowly circles his girl’s areola. She watches him do this, watches how the tip of his tongue teases her hard, pink nub. Her hand comes up in his neck, her fingers sliding into his thinning dark hair. When she gently pulls, Winston can’t help the groan as he latches on to that fat nipple and suckles hard. 

Eileen gasps and arches against him. 

“Do you like that, baby?” Winston can’t help but ask, his cock aching by now, dulling his mind. 

“Y-yes, daddy”, his angel whispers hoarsely and father and daughter hold eye-contact as he sucks that big tit. 

Then, suddenly, that first shot of her milk filling his mouth. Winston’s eyes fall close and he suckles harder, harder and harder. His hands grab her tits and start squeezing them. 

Her milk, fuck, it tastes strange and awesome. 

“Look, baby! It’s working!” He leans back a little and squeezes her nipple. Milk spurts out of it and Eileen’s eyes widen. 

“Oh, daddy!” Her eyes fill with tears, so happy is she. They beam at each other, glad and relieved. Her daughter will be fine. In this moment of bliss they forget everything and Winston sits up on his knees to give his daughter a kiss on her beautiful full lips, supporting himself on the big arms of the teddy on either side of her. They are so incredibly soft he lingers, surprised at the unreal texture of her mouth. 

He parts his lips, just a little, just to get a little taste of those warm silky lips, he tells himself. But then Eileen parts her lips as well and before he knows it his tongue delves into her mouth, licking her tongue she had stuck out to him so often when she was a little girl. 

They are full on kissing now, wet tongues licking, stroking, circling each other. Winston is high on his daughter’s taste, her scent, the heat of her tits against his chest and the little sounds she makes. 

Eileen shifts beneath him until her legs are on either side of him and for a weak, crazy second, Winston pushes his hard cock against her cunt. The heat and wetness seep through the thin cotton of his sweatpants and the sensation explodes inside his head. With a hiss he pulls back, staring at his girl. Her big dark eyes stare right back. 

Sanity breaches the fog of lust in both their heads and Winston clears his throat. 

“L-Let’s try to get the other one to lactate, hm?”

Eileen nods, unable to speak. 

As guilt washes over him, Winston swallows her right nipple. This time he will be more professional, he tells himself, but already his tongue is licking, teasing that nipple until it is hard and can be nipped at with his teeth. He does so until Eileen gives him another one of these sweet little gasps, then he finally suckles that nipple, too. All the while he squeezes her other tit, keeping the milk flow going, white lines of warm mother’s milk running down the mountain of her beautiful tit. 

Eileen’s thighs rub along his sides as he works her tits and involuntarily, Winston’s hips get a mind of their own. They start rolling pushing. His cock is so fucking hard, searching for somewhere to put the semen that is swirling around his hard balls. 

He tries to be good, he really does, even if his mouth is naughty and is more interested in pleasing his daughter instead of inducing her milk. If that hot wet spot didn’t make his sweatpants cling to his cock, maybe he would have managed. But it’s there, a constant reminder that his daughter is wearing no panties - and that he has made her little teen pussy wet. 

He wants to feel her again. Fuck, he wants to fuck that pussy. He wants to fuck his own daughter. 

A wave of nausea surges through him at his own incestuous thoughts and he prays for discipline and strength. 

That’s the moment her milk starts flowing. Eileen moans and pushes her tit into his mouth, grasping his hair. 

All reason leaves him. 

He closes the distance, lays on top of his daughter and starts grinding his throbbing cock against her wet pussy. His pants are soiled within a minute and while he sucks that milk out of Eileen’s big tit, he uses his milk soiled hand to pull down his sweatpants. 

There is no hesitance anymore, no doubt of what whill happen, of what is right. 

When his hot, hard shaft plows through Eileen’s bald slit, she pulls her legs to her body, offering her pussy up like the good little girl she’s always been. 

Wetting his length with her juices Winston looks into her clouded eyes, squeezing and sucking more milk out of her tits. As much as he can he gathers up in his hand, then he reaches between their bodies and slickens his cock with her milk. 

And then, fuck yes, then he pushes his fat cock into his daughter’s cunt, stretching that still tight cave achingly slow, making Eileen groan so loud they fear they might have woken Mia. But it remains silent in the house, so Winston kisses his baby girl and starts fucking her. 

He wants to go slow, but she’s slick and tight and so fucking hot he just has to pound that heavenly cunt. 

Eileen only stands a few minutes before she comes squealing, squeezing her daddy’s cock hard. 

“So desperate for another baby?”, Winston can’t help but chuckle, grunting at the hard clenching muscles. He looks down at his baby, her cheeks flushed and her lips wet, her mouth hanging. Pure bliss is written all over her face and he keeps looking at her as he fucks her little pussy even harder, his cock getting harder and harder, or so it feels. 

“Daddy, daddy”, Eileen pants, limp underneath him, helpless, only a begging mess of need. Her pussy is smacking loud and happy as her daddy’s cock fucks her hard. Her tits are leaking milk now, an endless stream of white warm fluid that soils her nighty. 

“So much milk, baby. I’m so proud of you.” With that he bends down and licks it off, pushing his cock into his girl as deep as he can holding it there, trying to find the spot that will send her flying. 

A sudden, violent orgasm accompanied by a scream tells him he found it. Now, daddy Winston is merciless, slamming is cock against that spot, making his daughter come and come and come until she is crying and begging him to stop, then for more. 

He gives her more, until her greedily milking pussy has him on the edge. 

“I’m close, baby”, he whispers against her lips and their eyes meet. Eileen understands the question in his and answers it by slinging her legs around his hips and pulling him down for a deep kiss. 

Winstont groans and wraps his arms around his daughter, not giving a damn that her leaking tits are ruining his shirt. Nothing matters now but putting his seed into his daughter. 

A few more rough thrusts and he bites into her neck to stifle a shout as he explodes, shooting load after load into her hungry womb. 

It takes forever to finish, but once he has, boy, he’s never felt so fucking happy in his entire life. 

Completely relaxed and not regretting one second of this incestuous encounter, Winston rains sweet kisses on Eileen’s neck, cheek and lips. They french kiss for a while, tongues lazily stroking each other. 

“I love you, baby”, Winston whispers against her lips. 

“I love you, too, daddy.” She presses a sweet kiss on his lips. “Can we…do this again?”

Gosh, this girl. Her hungry big eyes stir his cock again. 

“We can, baby. We will. And I’ll suckle your tits until there is enough milk for Mia.”

“I think it’s flowing pretty good now”, she giggles and Winstons joins in, bending down to drink some more of her delicious warm milk. 

He drinks, they fuck some more. By the time Shawn and Eileen’s mother come home both pussy and cock are sore. 

Father and daughter fall into a routine quickly, fucking the mornings away as Mia sleeps in her cradle. For a week, Winstons has his daughter’s milk all for himself. He drinks plenty and her tits start producing more and more, enough for him and little Mia. Eileen is nursing them both now, happy as she can be. 

Soon enough, Eileen is pregnant with her second child. 

Her daddy is the father.

Tags: Incest, Daddy/daughter, post-apocalyptic, omega!verse, breeding, human heats

Note: Something different that popped into my head. Hope you enjoy

Dorrick could smell it as soon as closed the door. The entire little cottage reeked of it, the musk in the air so think he cuold barely breathe. A violent jolt rushed through his body. Blood left his brain so quickly he fell back against the door, dizzy. His cock swelled so fast. He’d almost forgotten what that felt like. A growl left his throat and he grabbed himself through his linen trousers. Fuck, that felt so good.

Cunt.

A cunt, wet and hot and soft was near. A wet cunt. Fuck, yes!

Then it dawned on him. That cunt – it belonged to his daughter. The fog of lust in his brain lifted enough so he could panic.

Jereene had entered her first Heat. Fuck!

Instantly, he locked the door and bolted the windows shut, luckily seeing no one on the street. He was just hoping that not too much of her scent had gotten out. Time was essential now.

Dorrick found her in the bathroom, sitting in tub full of cold water.

„Well done, baby“, he praised her as their wild eyes met.
She whimpered, her cheeks flushed despite the cold. Her body was burning, he knew.
„Daddy…“
Good, she was still somewhat conscious.
„We have to get you in the cellar, baby. You’ll be safe there.“
She nodded, reaching out her arms. She shivered, wanted her daddy to comfort her, the intensity of Heat too much to bare. But Dorrick shook his head. Even though she was his daughter, his cock was aching. He had to get her down to the cellar so her scent and her whimpers of need wouldn’t reach him or the other men in the village.
„You have to do it yourself, baby. Get up. Hurry!“
A desperate whimper escaped her lush lips, her big blue eyes begging. She was in so much pain, the poor thing.
„Be strong now, baby, or you’ll be raped from all the men in town.“

She flinched as if he slapped her. She was such a sweet, innocent child, despite her age of 18 summers. All his life Dorrick had tried to shield her from the ugly truth that in their society, her only purpose was to be bred again and again so the population would stabilize and increase, return the human race back to its former glory.
But now the day had come and if she didn’t want to be taken again and again by as many men as could get to her, they would have to be quick.

With another urgent gesture from her father, Jereen stood up. Dorrick averted his eyes, tried very hard to not look at the ripe young body as she wrapped a towel around herself. On shaky legs they made their way through the hidden trap door down to the cellar deep inside the earth. Jereen stumbled through and turned around, looking at him with panic in her eyes.
„All you need is there. Fill the tub, get inside. Eat, drink. I’ll come back in 24 hours, my love.“
Jereen, nodded, crying now.

A wave of pheromones entered his nose and his cock ached with longing to claim his own daughter. Hastily he shut and bolted the door. Then he fled the house in search for a whore. Dry cunt was better than nothing in his state.

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Not long did he stay satisfied. Upon his return and one inhale of his daughter’s scent still lingering in the air, his cock stirred again. He lay in bed, trying to fight it. He jacked off. His cock wouldn’t come down.

He thought of his girl, what pain she must be in right now. Her entire body burning like fire, her virgin cunt plump, pink and drooling, needing cock. Her womb demanding to be bred.

There was a slim chance she won’t survive the night. Her system is in such a turmoil that it might have a short and shut down completely. He wouldn’t be the first father to lose a child that way. And if he did, he would be imprisoned. It was a crime to withhold a daughter in Heat.

…What was not a crime anymore was to breed the daughter himself. After too many fathers had done what he was doing now, the law had been amended so that at least a child would be produced.

Incest over extinction.

He couldn’t lose Jereen. She was the only light in his life after her mother died…

After lying in bed for another hour, staring at the ceiling, his cock hard and his belly sticky with dried cum, he rose. Vile rose in his throat as he thought about what he was about to do. It slowed down his steps – but didn’t stop them.

As soon as he opened the soundproof door, he heard Jereen’s needy whimpers. He bolted the door quickly, naked as she was, his cock up and hard and telling him to do it. She was in the tub as he had ordered, her apple tits with the pink nipples breaking through the surface. His feet hurried over to her.
„Daddy?“ she asked as he approached, delirious with want.
„Yes, baby.“
He reached her and bent over her, kissing his own child.
„No, Daddy!“ she protested as she turned her head away, but he pulled her out of the cool water and lifted her up, carrying her over to the bed.
„Shh. It won’t matter in a second, baby. You need to be bred and I won’t let anyone rape you.“

As soon as he lay her down on the straw mattress, she tried to push him away. He caught her legs and parted them, kneeling between them, pressing her open to his lustful eyes.

„Stop fighting, baby. My sweet, beautiful child.“
Jereen saw her father’s cock, big, veiny and weeping. She whimpered, begged, but her cunt was clenching needily, the slit pink and puffy and bald just like he thought. Dorrick had wanted to go slow, but her scent was driving him insane and his cock was throbbing painfull at the sight of the most beautiful cunt he had ever seen.

She was wet, so wet. Naturally wet. Fuck, how he missed the sticky honey of a woman! But not any longer!

He grabbed his cock and her hip as he pressed his thighs against her, positioning himself at her entrance. At the first hot drop of honey coating his head he growled like an animal and slammed his aching cock into his daughter, deflowering her almost brutally.

Jereen screamed – and came.

Dorrick toppled over, catching himself on his hands next to her tits and held still as that cunt milked him so hard it hurt.

Fuck yes!

As soon as her walls relaxed, he started fucking his daughter with strong, forceful thrusts. Not being able to look into her eyes he leaned down and sucked on those perfect nipples. Her cunt was smacking loudly as he fucked it and Dorrick looked down, seeing his cock glisten with honey as he shoved it into it again and again. She was so fucking wet. So hot. So tight.

Dorrick growled and bit into her tit, fucking her harder. Jereen released so many pheromones his head was swimming, the room was stinking, making him crazy with lust.

Licking her nipples wet he fucked into her harder and harder. Sweat was gathering on his back and between his ass cheeks. Jereen lay underneath him, still, unmoving, legs spread, arms limp on the mattress. It turned him on so much that she let him use her, breed her.

„Get ready for my first load, baby“ he panted against her tit and bit into her mound, hard. Jereen moaned, but turned her head away, ashamed.

„It’s alright, baby. Daddy will take care of you. I’ll feed your needy womb. No one will rape you, baby. I’ll breed you and you’ll be left in peace. My baby. My darling. Mother of my child.“

Jereen squealed as he panted this against the skin between her breasts and again she came, her needy cunt not getting enough. Dorrick slammed his cock into her, made her scream with pain and let that cunt mild his seed right out of him. With a shout he unloaded, pushing, pushing, head buried between his daughter’s breasts.

„Hmm, yes, so greedy, your little cunt. Still begging to get fucked and filled“, Dorrick purred against Jereen’s throat, delirious with lust.
„Turn around, baby. I will fuck you like it’s supposed to be now.“
Their eyes finally met. Jereen’s cheeks were wet with tears, but her eyes were glazed over with the same lust her father felt.

He was ready to meet her lips when she shot up and kissed him. Their tongues were stroking fast and Dorrick settled his weight on her once more. He was fucking her again, fast and rough into that drooling teenage cunt, making her moan into his mouth. They kept kissing and fucking until she came again. He fed her womb with another load.

„On your belly, baby“, he instructed after he cunt let go of him. This time, Jereen obeyed.
„Lift your ass. Spread your legs, show me that pink slit. Yes, like that. Oh, baby, I’ve ruined you. Your cunt is puffy and red. My cum is all over those pretty lips…“ Dorrick growled and buried his face in that gorgeous cunt. Jereen squealed over and over, her father made her sing with his wicked tongue. After he cleaned that used slit to his satisfaction, drinking loads and loads of honey, cum and virgin blood, he licked her asshole shamelessly. Jereen protested, tried to get away, but he clasped his arms around her waist and pushed his tongue into her ass as deep as he could, relishing the heady taste. His daughter came within seconds and as she squirmed and squealed Dorrick leaned back and watched her cunt clench and twitch and drool. He stuck out his tongue and caught a drop of honey that was falling from her pupic mound. With a hungry growl he plowed through her slit with one mighty swipe and leaned back, hurrying to get his still aching cock back into his daughter.

Without further ado he grabbed her hips and fucked her like a dog, their skin slapping together soundly.

Jereen was screaming now, her father’s cock fucking so deep, head pushing against her cervix ever so often. She was squirming, grabbing the pillows and releasing them, biting into the sheets, shaking her head. But her cunt, oh, her cunt loved this rough usage. Her honey was sticking to his balls and thighs by now, every thrust made her smack shamefully loud.

Glorious.

„I’m ready“, he announced as his balls tightened and leaned over his daughter. Jereen screamed as she felt her cervix being entered with fast, minimal thrusts.
„Come, baby. Suck the seed out of me. You know you want it, need it.“ Dorrick growled and bit into her neck. That made her come with a squeal and her muscles milked his cum right into her cervix.
„DADDY!“ she screamed, the rapture clearly audible in her voice.

„You love it like this, don’t you?“ Dorrick asked her with a sly grin after they calmed down, him pushing into her more slowly now as his cock begins to soften. „Love how deep Daddy is inside you.“
Jereen only nods, clenching her muscles around his cock as if she knows its strength is leaving him.

„More“, she begged in a shaky whisper. A pleasant shiver ran through him, straight into his cock.

„Yes, baby. I think I’ve got one more load for you.“
He stood up on his knees, pressed his hands onto her shoulder blades. Looking down his body he fucked her hard, hissing from the pain.

„Clench your muscles…yes, fuck, like that.“
He groaned as he grew fully hard again. Then he fucked her hard into the mattress, scratching her skin with his nails. Jereen moaned and gasped and whimpered, loving every thrust, wanting her father to fuck her, breed her.

Sooner than expected her walls tightened around him, announcing the approaching orgasm. Hastily Dorrick angled her hips until he was penetrating her cervix again. At the first breach Jereen came and Dorrick had unleashed another load of thick white cum into her womb.

Almost as soon as he was finished, his legs felt wobbly and he broke down next to her, panting hard.

Jereen remained with her ass up in the air for another minute, panting as well, trembling with aftershocks of her first fucking. Cum dripped out of her well-fucked hole onto the sheet.

What a sight.

Dorrick stroked her ass and gathered her in his arms gently, pulling her back against his front.
„Told you it wouldn’t matter, baby“, he whispers against her neck and grabs her prim tit, teasing her nipple with his thumb.
„I am fairly sure you’re already with child. Your scent changed a bit. But to be sure we’ll continue until my balls are empty and your Heat ends.“
Jereen nods, trusting her daddy completely.
„Good girl.“
They share some deep kisses, then the related lovers lay down to sleep before their hormones rouse them again and the frantic fucking continues.

Tags: incest, daddy/daughter, panties play, cum play, phone sex, masturbating

Part I can be found here

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Once again, dear Journal of Sin (which you turned into now), I have to confess my sins.
It’s been 3 weeks, 2 days since I came back to college. 3 weeks, 2 days since my womb was last fed delicious daddy sperm (gosh, I really have a problem, don’t I?!).
He finally texted me tonight. It’s been the longest silence between us and it drove me up the wall. I’m happy that he texted me; but also uncomfortable.
The feelings aren’t gone. I still want him to fuck me.
His “I miss you, baby”, surely didn’t make it better.
Gosh, I miss him, too. More than I ever have. I can hardly focus during class. All my thoughts evolve around daddy, his weight on top of me, his tongue in my mouth, in my cunt (oh boy, can he tongue-fuck!), his mouth on my skin, and most of all that big long cock inside my throbbing pussy.
I’m so screwed. This whole relationship is! What am I to text back? Every possible answer seems wrong. It will only make things more complicated, if that is even possible. And I don’t think it is. Our relationship is ruined. Gone are the innocent days of talking, watching TV, dining together. Now there is sexual tension between a father and a daughter, ugh!
…Yeah, I’m not gonna text him back. At least not immediately. I just can’t.
oIIo
I texted him back. Of course I did. He’s my father, after all, and I love him. And of course “it” came up.
Let me copy the chat log:
“I miss you, too.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No. Do you hate me?”
“Of course not, baby. I never could.”
“Okay.”
“We have to talk about this, baby.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“Believe me, I’m not crazy about it, either, but we have to. It’s the only thing that can help.”
“Help with what?”
“…Not losing each other.”
“Oh.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, daddy. I’m so sorry I made you do it.”
“No, baby, no. It was all my fault! I’m the father! I’m meant to protect you and love you and not…you know.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to look you in the eyes again…or at chocolate ice cream, for that matter.”
(See how wonderful he is? Even at such a time he makes me smile)
“Well, I’m here for a while now and you never were so crazy about chocolate, anyway. I on the other hand can’t look at my breasts and they are attached to me, so…”
“You’re adorable. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“For what it’s worth, your breasts are magnificent. Be proud of them. Of your whole body. What I did was wrong. It’s not your fault. Nor the fault of your body. You’re perfect.”
(That man was killing me. I cried at that point)
“G'night, dad.”
“Night, sweetie.”

That conversation was three days ago. He hasn’t texted since. It’s still awkward.

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Oh JoS (hey, that’s almost a name. But I’m too old to name my journal!), I’m hopeful! It’s been two months now, and things are starting to feel normal again. After a long silence daddy texted again, simply asking how things were going. I replied and asked him what he was doing and he replied, and after a few of those text we started texting about other stuff. Normal stuff. I think we have a chance to overcome this, after all. Time heals all wounds, or how does that shit go? Maybe that’s true, after all.
YAY!

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Oh my fuck, oh my fuck, oh my fuuuuuuck!!!! I can’t fucking believe this!! Once again I screwed this up! Once again I forced myself onto my dad! What the fuck is wrong with me?! Things were going so great!! We were talking again! We even talked on the phone a few times, it not feeling weird at all! We even laughed!
WHY DID I DO THIS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
We were just texting, happily chatting about our favorite show and all the theories. It was totally chill, relaxed, like old times. Then we were discussing our fav character and suddenly it plopped up in my mind how often he said how sexy the actress was and something started to boil deep in my gut, even though we were not even remotely talking about her actractiveness at all. But it kept building, heating up my entire body and after some minutes I was so angry with him! He was in the middle of typing his theory of what would happen to her character in the next season when I hastily pulled down my tank top and took a pic of my tits.
And then I sent it to him.
I fucking sent my father a fucking picture of my fucking tits. I didn’t use flash, my room is barely lit by the lamp on my desk, but damn, he recognized the girls.
Naturally he stopped typing and I stared at the screen in horror, wishing so fucking much I could reverse time or simply die right then and there. I didn’t breathe. My heart was drumming in my chest. My chest was still hanging out of my top.
Then he typed. I felt sick.
“God, Becky. Why are you doing this?”
I threw the phone across the room, pulled my top over my tits and curled up into a ball to weep like a baby. Haven’t done anything else for the past six hours.
I’m a horrible person. I’m going to hell, for sure. The devil better start packing when I come, for that throne is mine!
oIIo
…Okay, I’ve sat here for half an hour. I have no clue how to start…
He texted. After three weeks. During my first class, so I only saw it afterwards.
“…Becky, I did something stupid. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m going insane. Please forgive me.”
Immediately, in the middle of the hallway, I texted him back, tears in my eyes.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
The reply came instantly.
“No, God no. Sorry, I didn’t want to frighten you. I’m fine, I swear. I would never do such a thing to you. I love you so much. You know that, right?”
“Then what did you do?”
“I…sent you something. It should be delivered today. Please don’t open it, Becky. Just throw it out. Please. Promise me.”
I didn’t reply, a friend calling me to get my ass moving to the next class. For the rest of the day I wondered. My phone buzzed a few more times, Daddy trying to make me promise not to open it. I didn’t reply. When classes were done I hastened to the post office. Indeed there was an envelope for me, delivered by courier. I ran all the way up to my room and locked the door once I was in, just in case my roommate decided to come home early (normally she spends the evenings with her girlfriend). I placed the envelope on my bed and stared at it for a long time. Then I looked at the texts of my father, begging me not to open it, telling me it had been a mistake. I gnawed my bottom lip raw. When I tasted blood, I put the phone aside and grabbed the envelope, tearing it open. My heart drummed against my chest when I reached inside, feeling a plastic bag. I pulled it out.
I gasped when I saw what it was.
My green panties. The crotch covered in white, sticky sperm.
“Oh my God!”
I let it fall on the bed and stared at it. My daddy had ejaculated into my panties…
My daddy’s sperm on my panties…a huge load.
“Daddy”, I panted into the empty room and shot up from the bed. My eyes never left the ziplock bag as I quickly pulled off shoes, socks, jeans and the black panties I was wearing. My juices were sticking to it, but I hardly paid attention. With shaking fingers I unzipped the back and carefully pulled out the panties.
“Oh, Daddy”, I panted again as I put my finger in the heavy load. Of course the sperm was cold, but still fluid due to the ziplock bag and with my eyes rolling back into my head I put the finger in my mouth, moaning loudly. The familiar taste exploded in my mouth, making me so horny. Panting hard I stepped into the panties and pulled them up, my eyes falling close when the cold cum hit my shaved hot pussy. I shuddered and bent over, almost coming from this sensation.
I lifted my comforter and carefully climbed into bed. I laid back, my knees bent and my legs spread, and thought of all the dirty things Daddy had done to me, slowly rolling my hips, rubbing my pussy on that cold cum, soiling it with it.
That’s when my phone vibrated again.
My heart was fluttering in my chest as I opened the text from Daddy.
“Please tell me you threw it out. Please.”
My entire body was buzzing with lust. I didn’t even think about lying, about consequences. Daddy had given me this incredible gift and I loved him so much for it. In the heat of the moment it felt absolutely right to push back my comforter and take a picture of the cum-drenched panties on my body. Biting my lips I watched how the pic arrived on his phone, how he looked at it. He started typing.
“Fuck, baby. My beautiful baby. I love you so much. I love you wearing my cum so fucking much…my cum on your little pussy…show me more…god, baby, I need to see…”
That’s when a face time request popped up. Before I knew what I was doing I answered.
“Daddy…” I mewled, my entire body aching for the man I loved. But his screen was black.
“I love you baby, I love you so much”, I heard him croack. “Show me your panties, baby. I want to see them. Put me on speaker.”
I did and turned the phone so he could see. I rolled my hips.
“Fuck…lift the panties, baby. Let me see your slit covered in my cum.”
I did. Daddy moaned.
“Good girl. Such a good little girl you are…I want you to stuff my cum into your hole, baby. Can you do that for daddy?”
I panted ‘yes’ and pulled my legs up a bit, then I pulled my panties down my ass and up, thick white lines sticking to the fabric. I scraped the last few drops of the cum off the panties with my finger and pushed them into my drooling hole, making sure Daddy could see through the camera.
“Yes, baby…fuck my cum into that needy little pussy…make yourself come on my sperm…”
Panting hard I did as Daddy told me, rubbing my fingers through my wet slit, gathering all the sperm and stuffing it in my hole. It felt so fucking fantastic, my pussy was smacking loudly with every thrust of my fingers.
“Push a third one in, baby…yeah, like that. God, your pussy is so wet…so wet for my cum…ungh…”
I heard fapping noises and the fact that daddy was masturbating while he looked at me feeding his sperm to my pussy made me come so hard I screamed. Daddy groaned a second later and in my head I saw him shoot his load into the air, that sticky, delicious cream.
I pulled my fingers out of me, humming, fully satisfied and in heaven. I didn’t notice the silence on the other end for a long while. Then it hit me like a brick.
“Daddy?” I asked with a shaking voice. If he had hung up on me…
“I’m here.”
Thank God.
I lifted the phone to my face, staring at the black screen with tears pricking in my eyes.
“I love you, Daddy”, I said weakly.
“I love you, too, Becky. I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head, the first tear falling.
“Don’t say that. I loved it. Please, Daddy, don’t-”
“I have to go. G'night.”
Back to crying my eyes out it was. I missed to days of school, unable to get out of bed. I wore the panties the entire time. Then it began to itch and I dragged myself out of bed to shower.
Not a word from Daddy. I wanted to hate him. But I love him so fucking much. I know we can’t go back to being father and daughter, that there was so much more between us.

+++++++++++++++++++

I’ve come up with a plan. I will seduce him. Did it once, can do it again. Inspired by his gift, I sent him a pair of panties covered in my juices. I didn’t get a reaction. Doesn’t bother me. I’m not giving up so easily. I still do it once a week. I also found an online company where you can send a mold of your breasts and they turn it into a latex replica. Pricy, but worth it. They look really good, really similar to the real pair. I also had a fleshlight made with my pussy. That one was really messy, but I know Daddy’s gonna love it. The package arrived two hours ago, together with another pair of panties. I’m waiting for his call.

+++++++++++++++++++

He called, of course. Tried to sound angry.
“What the fuck, Becky!”
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Stop this. This has to stop now.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s incest!”
He was yelling now.
“I don’t care anymore. I love you. I want to be with you.”
“No, Becky. It can’t be. We have to stop this.”
“I want another pair of panties with your cum, daddy.”
“Stop it”, he hissed angrily. Somehow it didn’t bother me at all.
“Have you opened the package, yet? Do you like it? It had it made. I think they look great. Will you use them tonight?”
“I’ll throw it out.”
“It was really pricy, Daddy.”
“Then I’ll send it back to you and you can give it to your boyfriend.”
“You’re my boyfriend.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, you are. And I love you so much. I miss you. I miss your cock in my pussy.”
“Stop, Becky.”
“How you always came inside, trying to make me pregnant…”
He hung up. I giggled and fired off a text: “Call me when you use any of them. I want to be with you, hear and see you. I forbid you to use them without me.”
A bit bossy, maybe, but Daddy needed that.

+++++++++++++

A week later, 3:45 am. My phone starts buzzing on my desk next to my bed, waking me. Rubbing my eyes, I grab it. I smile when I see who’s calling. Glancing over at my room mate, making sure she’s asleep, I turn away from her und throw the comforter over my head before I answer. I don’t let him see me, pressing a thumb over the camera lense. He’s in bed, kneeling over the pair of latex boobs, his cock lubed up and gliding back and forth between them. He softly moans and squeezes the left boob with his big hand, letting the thumb swirl around my nipple, just how I love it.
“Oh, Daddy”, I whimper into the phone and he groans again.
“Baby…my baby…”
He slides through my boobs relishingly slow, playing with my nipples. My hand slides under my shirt to touch me where he touches the fake titties.
“Your tits are so fucking beautiful…”, he whispers and squeezes the left one hard. I do the same, letting out a gasp when the pressure becomes painful.
“Fuck…”
He moves faster. I moan for him, encourage him with little gasps and mewls. Finally, I beg him to go faster.
“God, baby..”
The springs of the bed start squeaking. He properly fucks my tits now, roughly grabbing the hard little nipples to squeeze them together.
“Yes, Daddy…like that. I love you so much…”
“Becky, Becky…my baby…God, I love you…”
He’s rutting now, I can see his cock grow even more and then he groans loudly, jerking back and grabbing his cock to shoot his load onto the fake titties, decorating them with thick white lines. He’s panting and and rubbing his dick for a few more seconds. I wish nothing more than to be there right now to swallow that heavenly cock and lick it clean.
“Why do you make me do this?” Daddy pants almost desperately, not showing me his face but his shrinking cock.
“Because I love you and you love me. Next time, use the fleshlight. Do you want another pair of panties?”
A long pause.
“Yes”, he says weakly and hangs up. I grin happily and press the phone against me chest, falling asleep wearing the sticky panties I will send him tomorrow morning.

+++++++++++++++++++++

The phone buzzes during lunch break and I hastily excuse myself, leaving the half eaten mac&cheese behind as I practically sprint out of the cantine. The dorm is too far, so I enter the bathroom and hide in a stall before I answer the call, lowering the volume to a minimum. 

Turns out daddy is at work, too, hiding in a stall, as well. He places the phone on the toilet paper dispenser, then he hastily unzips the plastic bag, fishing my panties out of them.
“Fuck” he whispers as my juice drops into his hands.
“Such a big load for daddy…”
Grinning, I let my hand wander between my legs and start stroking me. I can’t see Daddy’s face, but he bends forward enough so I can see how he presses my panties against his nose, breathing in deeply, licking the fabric.
“God, you soaked that one through, you naughty girl.”
“It’s the one from yesterday”, I whisper and Daddy groans. His hand grabs his cock through his black trousers.
“Pull it out. Let me see it.”
Hastily, he obeys. My mouth waters when I see the daddy cock spring free, fully erect and leaking pre-cum. I press my fingers against my clit, my jeans preventing most of the pleasure. I would love to take them off, but I don’t want to miss anything.
“What do you want to do, Daddy, now that your cock is out?”
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers and rubs his dick, my panties lying on his pubic hair, “your sweet little pussy.”
“You have to prepare me first, daddy. Get me all hot and wet…show me how you do it.”
“Fuck, baby”, he grunts and reaches into the briefcase next to his feet, pulling out my fleshlight. He films the replica of my pussy, then his tongue comes into view, licking over the puffy latex slit, circling around the clit next.
“Oh, yes, Daddy. You know how your little girl likes it, don’t you?”
He groans and bites into the left outer lip, then the right, then he sucks soundly on the clit. I remember him doing that so fucking well I can almost feel it. He is such a wonderful pussy eater, my father.
“Am I wet yet, daddy? You’re always so quick to check if your girl is ready for your big hard cock.”
In the corner of the screen I see his cock bob, obviously agreeing with me. I giggle and daddy growls, yet he pushes his tongue into the fuckhole.
“Hmm, seems it’s not working so well. You have to lube that fat dick up before you put it into my baby pussy.”
“Becky…”
Daddy is so horny. I can hear it. I love it. Nearly dropping the fleshlight he puts it onto the open briefcase before he grabs my wet panties and slings it around his throbbing shaft. He grunts as he feels my juice, the juice I made only for him, and rubs it up and down his length.
“Yes, daddy…coat your cock with your daughter’s juice.”
“Fuck!” he grunts loudly and a shot of pre-cum flys through the air onto his pants. I can’t help but giggle.
“You’re a bad, bad girl. If you were here I’d bent you over my knees and spank the bad out of you.”
I giggle again.
“No. You would fuck me against the stall and tell me how much you love me.”
He moans and slowly glides up and down his cock.
“Yes, I would. My sweet, sweet girl.”
“I love you, daddy.”
A banging sound.
“Tim? You in here?”
“Fuck!”
The screen goes black. I want to scream. I’m so horny, my pussy is burning. But daddy didn’t get an orgasm, then neither can I. We’re in this together.

Part III

Tags: daddy/daughter, christmas porn, incest

So, um…yeah. I’m sitting at the desk of my room at college, typing on my laptop. I’m pretty sure writing this down isn’t a good idea. None of my recent ideas have been very clever, ignoring the pleasent effect they had. But the thing is…I need to get this out of me. My head is still spinning. I think my subconciousness is trying to persuade me that it’s all been a (bad?) dream. But I have to face the fact that
I accidently seduced my dad.
Shit. Reading the above line is making me feel horrible…
…But damn, it’s true.
I feel so guilty now that I’m back at college and have some distance. I’m pretty sure dad’s even worse than me.
Now, that is.
I think the worst part of this - should I call it - affair is that we both were perfectly fine in the midst of it. While I was at home on the couch, in his or my bed, on the kitchen table, on the washing machine, in the grass in our garden, in the garage, under him, on top of him, on my knees or bent over, yes, then it was utterly, completely fine. Except for the first two times, neither of us felt any moral affliction.
I let my own father fuck my brains out.
Gosh, what a heavy thing to write. How fucking nasty.
…But so fucking good…
Okay, geesh, I’m babbling. I need to write this down from beginning to end. Maybe once I recapulated it all I have more clarity - and can decide how to move on. IF I can move on. But I’m getting ahead of myself again.

So, it all started harmlessly enough, really. I spent the Christmas holidays with my father. I study two states away, so I don’t get to see him that often anymore. Dad and I always had a very close relationship. Mom left when I was 10 and since then he’s been my entire world, as I’ve been his. He is a really wonderful father (don’t judge by the last mistake!). He was always there, always made me feel loved and cherished and safe. Wouldn’t trade him for the world. We were always open with each other, he had the talk with me when I was 14 and did a really great job, boosting my confidence by explaining more than just the physical basics. Whenever I had a question, I could come to him. He even taught me how to roll on a condom on a banana, that’s how comfortable we were. And I will always be eternally grateful for it.
But maybe this was part of the reason of this disaster.
I never saw my dad as a man. And I never felt like a woman in front of him, a potential sex partner, if that makes sense (yes, I get the irony). Our relationship was completely pure. That’s the only defense I have for offering him…but I get ahead again.
As I said, it’s only been him and me, ergo, no girlfriend. Ever. I am a hundred percent sure that he never had sex with anyone in those 9 years he rose me. He watched porn, though and masturbated. I was quite open about that, too. We didn’t have locks in the house so whenever daddy needed to blow off some steam, he hung a ‘do not disturb’-sign on the office door, which he snatched from one of our holidays’ hotel rooms. And that was totally fine by me. In fact, I had one, too. We both respected our sexualites without being embarrassed about it. I did get curious as a teen, though, and snooped around a bit. That’s how I know my dad loves loves loooves breasts. A boob-guy big time.
It was on the second night of my visit and we were sitting on the couch eating dinner and watching one of those crappy shows were you have more fun commenting that actually watching it when this fact came up. There was a woman with admittedly magnificent tits on screen and dad and I at the same time commented “yowza”. We laughed and actually talked about her great breasts when all of a sudden, out of fucking nowhere, it occured to me that dad hadn’t touched breasts in 9 fucking years.
“You must miss boobs, don’t you?” I asked him, stepping on the path of damnation.
“Yeah, big time. It’s the thing I miss most, probably. A great pair of breasts is one of the blessings in life.”
I chuckled and ate a spoon full of chicken soup.
“You know you don’t have to stay abstinent anymore, right? I’m grown up now. I moved out. You have the house all to yourself. Why don’t you finally find yourself a girlfriend?”
“Oh boy. Not you, too. Bill, Finn and Todd all asked me the same thing.”
I waited.
“And?”
He shrugged.
“I just feel too old for the dating scene. It’s too much work, meeting a woman you like, getting to know her…exhausting.”
“Well, it doesn’t have to be someone new. There were quite a few single mums in school. What about-”
Dad sighed.
“Please don’t. I’ve been through the list of eligable women in this town too many times with the guys. The result was zero. Can we please leave it at that?”
“How about online dating. It doesn’t have to be limited to our little town.”
“Yeah, I’m on a site or two. Chatted to a few ladies, but there was no one I clicked with.”
“Well, that’s too bad.”
“Yup. No tits for Tim.”
I bursted into a laugh at this and he joined in. It was in this relaxed, happy mood I said the most stupid thing ever:
“You know, if worst comes to worst, you can touch mine if you like.”
Sweet dad only chuckled, seeing nothing sexual in it (which it wasn’t at the time).
“Thanks, baby. I’m not that desperate yet.”
And there was an end to it.
…Or should have been. I don’t know why I didn’t leave it alone. But later that night I lay in bed and still thought about it, feeling sorry for my obviously lonely dad.
So on Christmas morning, I decided to ruin or innocent, pure, loving relationship forever.

Dad burst into a laugh when I greeted him in my navy blue silk pyjamas, a big red bow wrapped around my breasts.
“Merry Christmas!” I shouted and spread my arms wide, arching my back to present my tits to my father.
…Gosh, I’m feeling sick writing this…
“You’re insane”, came his reply and sipped his coffee. I jumped on the couch next to him and held my bow in his face.
“Unwrap your gift!”
He only shot me a look before he went back to his newspaper.
Seconds of silence, then I pressed him further.
“Come on, dad. Do it.”
“Stop it, Becky.”
I rolled my eyes, not even seeing the neon highlighted, flashing warning signs inside my head.
“Nope. At least give them a honk. That’s all I ask.”
I wiggled my upper body, made the big bow fly. That caught daddy’s attention. For the first time, he really looked at his 'present’. Two brimming, C-cup teenage tits hidden beneath red and blue silk.
“Will you give it a rest then?”
“Yep.”
Dad sighed. “Fine”, he said and put the mug down. Honestly, there was nothing sexual inside my head when I knelt on the couch, hands behind my back, daddy untying the bow. It slid down my back and ass and landed on my ankles. There was only a second in which daddy looked at the swelling of my blue pyjama top before he covered my globes with his big hands.
“Honk honk”, he said boyishly and his fingers squeezed my tits twice.
We had a laugh, daddy let go and I snuggled up against him.
“Merry Christmas, daddy”, I said cheerfully and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks, baby.”
“No worries. If you ever need to squeeze, just take these.”
He chuckled and started reading the paper. He had his arm around me and I re-adjusted it until his hand covered my breast. He smiled and shook his head. He didn’t cup, squeeze or fumbled my breast in any way. Neither did he take his hand away.
I didn’t feel the shift in our relationship at all. Had no clue that I had forced us on a path of no return. That I had woken sexual thoughts in daddy’s head.
I just found it funny that he touched my breasts now and again. Now that I think about it, he wasn’t shy about it at all. In the evening of the very same day, after visiting the grandparents’ grave, while I was cooking dinner, he came up to me and honked my tits again. We laughed. After we finished he stood up to clear the table, pushing me back down on the chair, kissing the top of my head as his hand slid down and cupped my breast again. It wasn’t a funny honk but more of a tender, admiring squeeze.
And then we were lying on the couch spooning, like we always did, and his hands cupped my breasts and just held them. And I still didn’t mind. Nor did I think it sexual. I was just happy to make him happy with such a simple thing.
Does anyone believe me? No?
…Well, I can’t blame you. But it’s the truth, swear to God.
The next day we went to visit my mother’s mother and there he continued to find moments to touch my breasts through my thin red blouse. Once even when granny was in the kitchen with us, he just loomed over me looking into to pot as his hand came up and cupped my breast, massaging it a few moments before he kissed my cheek and went to set the table, like there was nothing to it. And it really didn’t feel like a big deal at the time.
However, it became very real that same evening. To make it even more shameful, in grandma’s house. We always spent the night at granny’s and share the big old fold out couch in the living room, always too small for the gigantic tree grandma insists on. The view of the tv is partly blocked for us, still we watch horror movies while eating ice cream, another tradition.
During a jump-scare moment a blob of chocolate ice cream lands on my pyjama top and I curse as the cold hits my skin. Hastily I push the blob back in the ice cream box with my spoon while a few drops run beneath my shirt, down down between my breasts. I open two buttons of it and put my fingers inside to catch the cool drops and lick them off my fingers. Honestly, it couldn’t have been more out of a porno movie, even if I had tried. I didn’t pay attention at the time if daddy had seen it, but on what followed, I imagine he had.
After five more jump-scares (daddy always screaming louder than me, hehe), dad had enough and wanted to stop the video. And again it was me luring him to his actions.
I lifted my blanket, exposed my half-opened shirt to him.
“Come here, I’ll protect you from the bad demon child”, I said, smiling at him.
He stared at me for a second, then he put down his ice cream box and snuggled against me, his arm tightly wrapped around my waist - and his head on top of my breast. I covered it with my blanket and continued to lick ice cream off my spoon, as I felt daddy’s hot breath down my blouse. It must have been torture for him. Eventually, the temptation won the upper hand, poor daddy.
His arm moved beneath the blanket. The movie was so thrilling in that moment that I wasn’t aware that he unbuttoned my pyjama top further. So I flinched when all of a sudden his wet tongue hit my skin.
“Hmm, chocolaty”, he murmured from beneath the blanket and licked up the path the ice cream drops had taken, right between my breasts.
Idiot that I am I giggled.
“You want some?”
“Yes”, he replied, me missing the hoarse tone in his voice. His head emerged from the blanket and I fed him a spoonful of chocolate ice cream before he dived back under. With his face pressed between my breasts he sucked the ice cream down. He also pulled at my body until I was almost lying.
I flinched. Again, daddy’s tongue on my skin, now cold from the ice cream. I shivered as he licked the skin between my breasts, his nose pushing into my mound, sneakily moving my shirt to the side as the tongue climbed my breast and gave one experimental lick over my still soft nipple.
I gasp at the jolt of pleasure shooting through my spine, giggling from the surprise.
“Daddy, I didn’t have ice cream there”, I protest, but in retrospect it sounded nothing like that. Daddy wasn’t discouraged. On the contrary. Another lick over my nipple and it hardening in front of his eyes was nothing but encouragement for him.
I honestly don’t blame him for clasping his cool mouth around my nipple and sucking on it hard. Neither did I at that moment.
“Daddy”, I only gasped and looked down as I pulled down the blanket. I didn’t know, but dad was already lost at this point. His eyes were closed and his nose buried deep in my full tit as he suckled my nipple hungrily.
Arousal flooded me and my free nipple rose as well. It was me who pulled at daddy’s head to make him suck that one, too.
I lay there smiling, in my grandmother’s house, making my father suck my tits. He did it so fantastically and made my pussy all nicely hot and wet.
Yet, there was no thought in my head of getting fucked by him. If I though anything it was that daddy would give me a sweet little, harmless orgasm by playing with my boobies. His tongue was big, wet and moved fast, driving me oh so exquisitely towards the edge. It was still all purity and love in my stupid little head.
Egoistic slut that I am, I did not at all consider daddy’s desire, the burning need he felt. But only a few more relaxed heartbeats and I would get hit with the full force of it.
I felt it. The moment we changed. Tension in his body. A shift in the air, in our souls.
“God, baby”, it suddenly burst out of him, my wet nipple plopping out of his mouth.
“I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t even look at me before he forefully rolled me on my belly. He forced the air out of my lungs by pressing a hand down between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the old couch as his other hand grabbed my pyjama bottoms and pulled them down my ass roughly. His knee pressed between my thighs painfully hard and I automatically lifted my ass as I hissed.
“I’m so sorry, baby, so sorry”, did he pant in my neck as he bent over me and freed his cock.
Then he slammed his cock into my cunt, as if he had done it a thousand times before, just like that, his pulsating rockhard meat forcing my tight teenage walls to give way. I groaned into the sheets at the wave of violence and pleasure rushing through my system. From the first hard thrust my traitorous pussy was smacking greedily, making daddy grunt into my hair.
With his mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut he fucked me like a dog. Fast and hard fell his hips on my ass.
He made me come within a minute and let out a high-pitched moan when my pussy milked him hard.
“Oh, God, oh God. I can’t stop, baby. I can’t…I, God, I’m so sorryyyyy!”
With that he came hard, unloading 9 years worth of sperm into his daughter’s tight little cunt, having the orgasm of his life. His cock was inside me to the hilt, the tip teasing just the right spot that made my eyes roll into the back of my head and prolonged my orgasm…or sent me right into another, I’m not sure.
All I know is that it was the best orgasm of my life, too. I’m afraid that it was the shameful situation that made it so good for me.
After daddy’s balls were empty, he let out a sound that was pure horror. He pulled out of me so roughly it hurt.
“God, baby! I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed desperately, still kneeling over me, his cum dripping out of his cock right onto my ass. “I’m so so sorry.”
He fled into the bathroom and stayed there for two hours, leaving me no choice but to pull up my panties and pyjama pants  and lay there with a burning pussy, cum dripping slowly out of her hole. I stared at the ceiling, not thinking at all. At one point I switched off the tv and the light and rolled up into a ball. watching the Christmas ornaments on the tree glisten in the moonlight.

Daddy’s sperm had soaked my panties through when he returned and lay down next to me, careful not to make a sound, staying as far away from me as possible. He didn’t look me in the eye in the morning, when we had breakfast with granny. Awkward!
I still didn’t know what to think of it all when we drove home in grave silence. The man behind the wheel felt completely different now. I knew how his cock felt inside my pussy. I knew that his cum was thick and sticky. That’s something you mustn’t know about your father.
My pussy was still hurting when we came home at noon and I went to my room. At least I thought it was pain I felt down there.
But it was longing. My pussy was aching for my daddy’s cock. And my soul was aching for his comfort. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking going to his room that night. I opened his door, only wearing a nightshirt, no panties. He was sitting in bed watching tv, his eyes widening as he saw me.
“No, baby, no.”
It almost sounded like a plead. But I didn’t listen. I came to him, my body pulsating with longing for the man who raised me, and straddled him, his hands trying to stop me.
When I pulled my shirt over my head, he whimpered.
“God, Becky, please don’t. Don’ make me.”
All it took was to place my hand in his neck to make him suck my tit into his mouth. The pleasure exploded inside my brain and I threw my head back and arched my back.
“We mustn’t, we mustn’t”, daddy panted against my skin as he switched to my other tit and licked it hungrily.
It felt so fucking awesome to make him do this, I can’t deny. That he didn’t want to made me even hornier. Needily I rubbed my pussy on his quickly swelling cock and daddy hastened to pull the blanket from between our bodies and shove down his briefs. As soon as he steadied his cock with his hand my hungry pussy swallowed it whole. He sobbed and buried his face between my breasts, still he wrapped his arms around me and let me fuck him.
Like a starving slut I rode him, slapped my hips against his to make him pierce me deeper, never satisfied.
In the end daddy lifted me up with his strong arms and buried me beneath him. Hooking his arms into the hollows of my knees he pushed them against my chest until my ass lifted off the mattress. With spread legs he started thrusting into me and I wailed from the pleasure it gave me.
Then our eyes met and daddy’s hips stopped. I whimpered, my entire body trembling with the need to get fucked. Hungrily my pussy clenched around him, the tight little thing drooling onto his sheet. A change in daddy’s expression. Gone was the guilt, the shame.
We stopped being father and daughter. We became lovers.
Daddy cupped my breast and rolled his thumb over my nipple as he bent down.
“God, I love you so much”, he breathed and then we shared our first real kiss, tender and deep at first, soon turning desperate.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I panted into his mouth impatiently, my pussy squeezing his fat cock hard.
Daddy let out a (absolutely sexy) growl, bit into my lip and sucked hard at my nipple, then he lifted himself up, my calves still dangling over his arms, and fucked me so hard and good my scream droned in his ears when I came. Daddy was close, toot, and our eyes met. I could see that he was contemplating to pull out, but the thought of not having his semen inside my womb almost drove me to tears, so I whimpered and tried to grab his hips. Daddy understood and just seeing his daughter so needy for his jizz made him cum right then and there, shooting his load into her womb with nothing but delight.
I stayed with him that night, tightly wrapped in his arms. We slept a few hours, then he fucked me again. And again. And again. We did nothing else but filling my womb with his sperm, daddy licking me clean when I overflowed and me sucking his dick when I got thirsty.
Gosh, how much I love sucking his dick. It just feels right to kneel in front of him, taking that heavenly cock inside my mouth. I already miss doing it.
Anyway, any moral conflict went overboard and as I mentioned in the beginning, we fucked like rabbits for the duration of the christmas vacation. It went as far as me sucking his dick when we were at granny’s again, my poor grandma thinking I was in the bathroom, having a cheerful chat with daddy while I sat beneath the table and licked my daddy’s rod with eyes closed in delight.

Shameful, shameful, shameful. I had no idea that I am such a slut. I was totally out of control with daddy.
But damn it, it was good. I’ve never felt so free with a man, at the same time so protected. Every fuck was filled with love and intimacy, even the needy little quicky in the bathroom of our neighbours’ house. It’s more than sex with dad. I love him even more now, even if I am still shocked at all of this.
I want more.
I want to quit college and stay with him, filling my life with love and sex and nothing else…which would be totally irresponsible.
I have to finish college! Life is more than fucking.
Yes, I can do this. It’s just too fresh. I just need some distance, that is all. Next year it will quickly fade into memory and it will be fine.
Dad and I…it just can’t be. At least not now.

…Gosh, I love him and his gorgeous dick so much…

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Part II can be foundhere

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Hope y’all had very happy holidays, wherever you are in the world. Hugs and kisses!

Tags: daddy/daughter, rough sex (dub-con), defloration, adultery

It has always been Daddy and me. Just the two of us against the rest of the world, as he always said. I’ve never had the feeling that something - or better said someone - was missing in my life, i.e. a mother. And for most of my life I thought he felt the same way.
That was until one night - I intended to stay at my best friend’s house overnight, but we had a fight - I came home and was greeted with obnoxious moans and squeals. They lured me into the living room and there he was, my beloved Daddy, fucking the shit out of some woman, his hips slamming against her hard and fast, the noise of their skin slapping together droning in my ears.
That’s when my childhood was over.
I never had sexual feelings for my father before, but in that moment I was flooded with them. They confused and scared me and I screamed. Daddy jumped off of the stranger, his eyes wide with shock. But all I could see was how his cock pulled out of that hole and flopped about, long and thick, glistening with another woman’s juice.
I lunged at the lady like a crazy person. If Daddy hadn’t caught me, I would have scratched her fucking eyes out.
But he did, his strong arms slinging around me, pressing my struggling body against him, the long, still erect cock pressing against my leggings-clad ass, soiling the black fabric with the strange juice. It made me even more furious.
I kicked and screamed like a crazy person. Daddy had to throw me on the bed and lock me in my room, where I cried my eyes out for hours until I fell asleep eventually. In my dream I saw this beautiful thick cock - and it fucked me in various positions. A violent orgasm shook me awake and as I quivered in my bed, I realized that something good and pure had been shattered. 

During the two years that follow I continue to have those dreams. The relationship with my father is completely altered. We barely talk, we don’t touch, we hardly look at each other. The distance grows until it feels like living with a stranger.
As if this isn’t bad enough, Daddy enters a relationship. He doesn’t ask me if she can move in. It is his house, after all. Melanie is her name. I hate her. Because she is beautiful. Because she makes him smile and laugh. Because I think he loves her, too.
As often as possible I stay at a friend’s house. I just can’t stand being around them, listening to them talk, joke…fuck. When I am at home I feel like an unwanted ghost.
I cry a lot. I also masturbate a lot. On their bed, when they’re not home. I lie in their bed naked and rub my pussy until my juice is soiling the duvet and I come screaming. Sometimes I wipe my pussy on Daddy’s pillow afterwards. I don’t know why I do it at this point. I still don’t understand why I’m so miserable and angry. There is almost one more year - and one proposal- of this misery.

Daddy wants to get married to this woman. He wants her in his life, forever. He wants her more than me. When they break the news to me I only look at him as tears well up in my eyes, then I flee the house. I run and run, until my lungs are burning. The anger is still there. So fucking much of it. I have to get it out or it’ll destroy me.

In my rage I pick up a stone and smash the wind shield of a car. The alarm that goes off catapults me back into reality and I panic, running away again.
Luckily, no one finds out it was me.

By the day of the wedding, I feel nothing but pain. I stand behind Melanie as a bridesmaid, a bunch of flowers in my hand. I am frozen to the spot and with a fast beating heart I watch my father take his vow. Our eyes meet before he says ‘I do’ and I feel my heart breaking.

This is wrong. So, so fucking wrong. But there is nothing I can do.

I try to leave as soon as possible, but that bitch - my new ‘mummy’ - grabs my arm and pulls me back, calling me childish and rude.

I snap and slap her. Gosh, that feels so good. But only for a second.
Then Daddy’s there. He grasps my arm and without a word he drags me out of ballroom and shoves me into the elevator, pressing our floor. His big hand is clasped around me the entire ride up, bruising me. He doesn’t look at me, stares straight ahead until the doors open. He marches on, dragging me behind. The closer we get to the room, the angrier I get. I’m just so hurt. He’s made his choice. He wants her. Not me. Not me. Not me…Not me!

I begin to struggle, try to pry his fingers off of me. Fingers that touched her millions of times. To hell with her! To hell with him!

Hot tears are streaming down my eyes now, ruining my make-up. I push and pull and hit him, making a scene on a thank-god empty floor. In the end, Daddy grabs my long dark hair and pulls so roughly I let out a painful yelp.
Never has he touched me so hard, so violent. I’m shocked and scared and struggle some more. I want to get away from him, only away! I can’t bear this anymore!

We arrive at the honey moon suite and Dad fishes out the key card, pulling at my hair as I try to get away again. As soon as the beep signals that the door is unlocked I’m shoved into the room and pressed against the slammed shut door. Not a second later a hard slap lands on my ass and I yelp.
Another slap, so fucking hard. I scream. His hand clasps my mouth shut. Another slap. I push away from the door, only to get pressed against it, Daddy’s big, strong body squishing me. His mouth is at my ear. He’s panting hard, as am I.

Suddenly, a rough thrust of his hips against mine. It’s only a second, but I feel…feel his dick between my ass cheeks, long and rock hard. A violent shiver rushes up my spine, making me feel dizzy. My body takes control and pushes the ass against that big rod. Dad tears at my hair roughly and I yelp. His hot mouth clasps around my throat, his sharp teeth dig into my skin, his hot pants hit my sensitive skin. He increases the pressure rapidly, until I yelp and try to get away, pushing my ass against him again. Gosh, he’s so hard…
Another violent slap on my ass makes me scream into Daddy’s hand. His hips try to pin me to the door again, his fingers slipping between my lips: I bite hard. A growl, then I’m free.
For a second.
Only two steps, then his arm wraps around my front. Instantly I try to get away, desperate and frightened and so overwhelmed with this situation. He grabs me, pulls at my tender skin, hurts me.
The sound of fabric tearing drones in my ears. I yelp and push against Daddy’s arms when he catches me again. As we struggle he steers us towards the big, rose-pedal-covered bed and I panic, knowing that once he gets me on there, I’m helpless. I give it all my strength, but he’s just so much bigger and stronger. He presses me against his front for the last few steps, his nails scratching my skin as he hooks his fingers into my bra and pulls it down. He finds my nipple hard when he grabs my tit firmly, sending a wave of arousal through my panicking system.
Now me shin bumps against the bed and I yelp as I am being thrown down, the sound muffled by the soft sheets. What happens next is only a blur, the violence of it all gives my brain I short. All I can do is struggle and taking desperate pants as I feel my skirt being pushed over my ass and my thong roughly torn off my body. The sound of the zipper will haunt me forever. Daddy’s everywhere, I smell and feel him all around me, his hand around my throat as his knee spreads my legs-
I scream when Daddy slams his fat, hot cock into my cunt, taking my virginity. He lets me as he thrusts into me hard and oh so fucking deep, his face buried in my hair, every thrust accompanied with a throaty grunt, so animalistic, so urgent. My bleeding cunt clenches around him heavenly, my tight hole making him dizzy with lust. It only takes so many thrusts into his daughters freshly deflowered cunt before he cums, slamming his cock into the hilt and force-feeding my womb with his sperm. It is then I follow, an orgasm so hard I fear I faint taking a hold of me and my pussy milks him hungrily for more. Daddy’s high-pitched grunt is the last thing I hear as I ride my climax.

It has fallen quiet in the honeymoons suite. On the bed lie I, my dress and underwear torn, my legs spread wide. On top of me my father, his big hand still around my throat, his face in my hair, his cock still inside me; still semi-hard and pulsating. Tears are streaming down my face, ruining my make-up and the sheets. I can hardly breathe with Daddy’s weight on me. My pussy is burning like hell. At first, I’m scared to move. My head is completely empty. For the first time in years, my mind is quiet. The numbness in my body – gone. Now my entire focus is on him. Finally, I feel and smell him again. The body contact, even through his clothes, is so intense. Part of me is exhausted to the soul. Part of me finally feels alive again.
As soon as I dare to move, Daddy pushes into me again and the grip around my throat tightens. Breathing against my scalp he starts to fuck me, now slow and deep. My cunt is sore and burning, yet his swelling cock sends a wave of pleasure through me and I let out the slightest of moans. When I relax my legs and tilt my hips so that Daddy can push even deeper, he trembles on top of me. Still holding me by the throat he stems up his upper body with the other and fucks me properly. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time until he makes me come again, following suit as soon as my little cunt milks his fat cock. After that he leans back and hastily takes off his clothes, his intense look and his cock inside me holding me in place. When the upper part of his body is naked he opens my bra and pulls down my dress. I can feel he’s reluctant, but if he wants me naked, he has to pull out. I moan when he does, the sensation painful for body and soul. I feel wrong and empty without his dick in me now. I only move when Daddy’s hand tell me to, otherwise I keep lying on me belly while he takes off my dress, underwear and shoes. I can only hear him pull down and step out of his pants, shoes and socks. My heart is beating fast as I wait and wait and wait for his next move. A part of me is afraid he’ll leave any second. Relief washes over me when the mattress between my legs yields. For the third time he takes me from behind. Neither of us is ready to look the other in the eyes. This time, I lift my ass and Daddy holds on to my hips as he fucks me, the speed quickly building to fast thrusts that sends me to heaven and back within minutes. This time though, Daddy pulls out when I milk him, his hot rod between my labia while he rubs my back and ass. Shortly after I stop shaking and drooling on my Daddy’s cock, his hand curls around my shoulder. My heart skips a beat when Daddy turns me around. Our eyes meet. I start crying again. He swallows my sobs with long, deep kisses.
Lying down next to me, his tongue rubbing mine so expertly, he spreads my legs with his hand, brushing down the inside of my thigh straight to the honey pot. Index and middle finger trap my wet clit and I moan as he rubs it between them. Eagerly my tongue pushes into his mouth, Daddy driving me insane with his teasing. He has to swallow my whimper when he inserts two fingers into me, but he doesn’t mind. Gently he fucks me with them, the wet sounds of my drooling cunt filling the honeymoon suit. Too soon does he pull out, painting circles on my belly before he curls his wet fingers around my breast and bends down to suck the nipple past his lips. Greedily does he suck and lick my nipple, finishing the glorious torture by nipping at my little nub. When he sucks my other breast deep into his mouth I finally dare to move. Not dare. I have to. My entire body is burning with need for my father’s big cock. Almost desperately I wrap my head around his hot thing and beggingly squeeze it. As if he’s only waited for that Daddy let’s my tit plop out of his mouth and rolls on top of me. His eyes are burning as his hands cup my face. With a forceful thrust he buries his cock once more. His fucks me slow, but his thrusts are hard and deep. The air around us is thick and smells of sex. Daddy’s eyes are dark and burn with a dominant, demanding fire. Reacting on pure instinct I pull my legs to my body, handing all the control over to him.
I know he’s still angry. I’m still hurt.
It takes two more hours to fuck those feelings away. I give myself to him completely, let him take me however he wants. We fuck on the floor, against the door, against the full-length window, in the shower and in the bed again. Every time he has a tight hold on me, either on my throat or my hair, telling me I am his. And by opening my legs and lifting my arse I tell him I want nothing else. I fall to my knees and blow him at the slightest tug on my hair, swallow his cock hungrily while I look up at him with begging eyes. That’s what finally extinguishes that dark fire and when he shoots his load into my womb for the last time, a heavenly peace settles within me.

By the time the sun comes up, we’re lying in bed, Daddy holding me close against him, his cock still inside me as we drift off to sleep. I can only assume Melanie and the guests have left the premises. She has banged on the door hours ago, as we were 69-ing. Daddy was hungrily tongue-fucking me while his wife was calling out to him, wishing him to hell and sobbing. I couldn’t help but giggle, sucking on my Daddy’s cock with nothing but satisfaction. He punished me with a thrust down my throat, but I knew it turned him on just as much. He came hard while she was still screaming, holding me down and pumping his cum into me, groaning loudly against my pussy. I drank it all, still smiling and blissfully licking him clean while she cried on the other side of the door.

My Daddy is mine, bitch.

Now, half a year later, Daddy and I are living in a different state. I’m in the sixth month of my pregnancy and Daddy is between my legs, a hand tenderly placed on my swollen belly while he hammers into me. As always our gazes are locked until he comes, pulling out and unloading onto my belly. I love that. Tenderly he spreads his jizz on my taught skin with his glistening tip, squeezing out the rest of it. Then he smiles and disappears behind my baby bump, his wet tongue plowing through my hard-fucked slit a second later. Daddy always makes sure I am happy and satisfied.

He’s the best dad in the world and I couldn’t love him more.

As I lay there trembling, Alex’s hot cum leaking out of my freshly fucked asshole, I slowly took in the scene around me.  My father had just gotten home from work to his oldest son fucking his youngest son and his wife pleasuring his daughter in the same room and at the same time.  He stood in the door, his gaze drifting languidly around the room, a pussy here, a spent cock there, a gaping and gasping cum-drenched asshole pushed in the air, his daughter’s tits heaving. The bulge in his pants suggested he wasn’t upset.

“Well.  Daddy’s home.  Looks like I missed quite a bit. Also looks like I have some catching up to do.” He stripped there, his masculine, muscular blue-collar frame silhouetted in the door, complete with huge, throbbing cock and low round balls. “I had a long day, and it’s good to know my family is there to help me relax.”

El’s face in that moment was hilarious to me, because I could read it effortlessly. She had always been Daddy’s little girl, sitting in Daddy’s lap, begging Daddy to play with her hair. I tried to compete, and I knew he loved me, but I just couldn’t quite compare. She wanted nothing more than to help him relax.

Now, Alex had a big cock.  But Daddy, his was a jaw dropper. Thick and long, with large veins, and we knew from watching Mom and him together for so long that he could shoot buckets of cum.  El hadn’t been with a man yet, and we all knew it. She stood and walked to Daddy, Alex’s dried cum still covering her chest and her pussy swollen from Mom’s attention. She wrapped a hand around her Daddy’s cock for the first time, clearly something she had had dreams about, if the ecstasy on her face was any indication.

Daddy looked down at his daughter stroking his cock. You could see the question in his eyes.  Was this wrong?  Was he supposed to be enjoying this so much? He didn’t have long to think before El had her mouth wrapped around his cock, her hungry eyes looking up at him, her small mouth full to the brim with Daddy’s fat rod. 

Alex and I watched from the bed with interest as El began really giving Dad her all, Mom watching from the floor with her legs spread wide, furiously rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples watching her husband get vigorously sucked by her only daughter.  

We could see Daddy getting close, his knees beginning to buckle from the pleasure.  My envy for El in that moment was palpable, but I knew this was her moment with Daddy.  If I was lucky, I might get mine later.  El could feel him tensing and slowed down, not ready for Daddy to shoot yet.  She rose from her knees and pulled him by the hand toward the bed Alex and I were occupying.  

“Move guys, Daddy’s gonna fuck me.”  The look on our Dad’s face when he heard his sweet little baby girl say these words was one of shock, immediately followed by an intense and eager hunger that seemed insatiable to my eyes.

After we cleared off, moving to the floor on either side of our self-pleasuring mother to take in the show, El laid Daddy down on the bed, his rock-hard, massive cock pointing straight to the ceiling.  She straddled him, gripping him, guiding him between the lips of her sweet, virgin pink.  He looked askance at Mom, wondering if what he was doing was ok. The ecstasy on her face and her rolled-back eyes as she guided my head to her nipples and Alex’s head to her pussy were all the answer Daddy needed.  He guided El down gently onto his dick, her sopping wet pussy clearly full to bursting with her Dad’s fat dick. 

Her face read shock, then pain, then pure pleasure as she began to ride Daddy like the hobby horse we had in the living room when we were small. Her high-pitched gasps and pants were having quite an effect on Daddy if the noises he was making were any indication. His moans were being restrained from becoming shouts as his daughter’s tight pussy milked his cock, her little hands making claws, raking his chest as the fine line between pain and ecstasy was toed. 

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, we can’t have you getting pregnant, honey, mmmmooohhfuck you gotta stop baby, hold ooonnnnnnngggggghhhhhh…” El slowed her pace, milking every last drop of Daddy’s nuts with her pussy, his hot load deep inside her.  “It’s ok Daddy, I couldn’t imagine not having you fill my insides!” She laid her head on his chest, keeping him inside her, soaking up all his semen, or at least what wasn’t oozing down his balls.

Mom had had her moment when Daddy shot inside El, her nipples hard in my mouth, her pussy wet and gasping around Alex’s tongue. “Well boys, thanks for that. We had quite an experience today, didn’t we?” And just like that, she left to begin fixing dinner.  Alex and I looked at each other, shrugged, and got up to set the table.  El got off Daddy, his cum streaming down her thighs, and joined us. Daddy laid there, on our bed, snoring slightly.  He’d worked a long day, and El had drained anything he had left. 

I knew today would change our family forever, and I had a suspicion I was going to enjoy the changes.