A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 4B

“Steph it’s okay. I’ll be gentle.” I could hear how strained his voice had become. His chest was heaving too, his breath coming in short bursts.

“It’s not that.” I searched for the words. “No one has ever seen me down there. I’ve never done this. I don’t know what to do.” This wasn’t like me, to go inexperienced into a situation. I felt lost, embarrassed and really, really nervous.

“Don’t worry babe,” his hand pushed mines away. “I bet you’ll be beautiful.” At this my panty was gone, my dad tossing it aside. His eyes devoured every inch of me, as if he couldn’t get enough. “See baby,” he whispered, grabbing my inner thigh. “You’re so beautiful.”

I stiffened, his hot breath reducing my insides to mush. His finger circled the nub at the top of my pussy. He flicked it, pushing it down and grasping it between his fingers. I shuddered, squirming with his touch, powerful urges pulsed inside me. I screamed, wanting more but afraid of what more entailed.

“Take off your shirt,” he commanded. My addled brain took a moment to process what that meant before I quickly grasped the fabric. I did a makeshift sit up, allowing me the space to slip it over my head. I watched it fall lifelessly to the ground, my innocence falling along with it.

I was going to have sex.

Suddenly the most amazing sensation coursed through my veins and I fell back, hard, into the mattress. “Ohhhh Daaad! Ohhh.” He had done the unthinkable, something I couldn’t even begin to imagine. His head was buried deep between my legs, his tongue pushing into me in a way I never knew could bring so much pleasure. It rippled throughout my body, filling my bones and blinding me white.

This was bliss. But then when he sucked my clit into his mouth I screamed out again. My fingers dug into the mattress, and I bit my tongue, afraid I would break the moment. I pushed his head deeper into me, my legs wrapping around his back. Inside me something was building. I felt it pushing its way up, struggling to overwhelm me. My hips pumped against my father’s face. I needed this. Needed it more than I had ever needed anything before. We moved up and down together, our bodies joined. I was almost there, a little while longer and it would take me over. Just a bit more.

“Baby I need to be in you,” his voice was muffled, my pussy clamped around his head, and even with the pleasure mounting a wave of anxiety washed over me.

Yet my dad was already moving, pushing off and leaving me once again humping the air of his empty form. I wanted that climax, the crescendo I didn’t quite understand. I looked over my father, who stood before me in a state of disarray. His hair was unruly and coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Along his back little half moons marked across his skin, evidence of where my nails had dug in pleasure. Plump lips coated in my juices smiled down at me. But yet it was his eyes that captured me. They were alive, vibrant with life and emotion. I smiled up at him.

Seeing my smile he laughed, a deep laugh that comes from only a special type of happiness. “Look at us, as crazed as a couple of teenagers,” he laughed. For a fraction of a second I froze. That was the truth wasn’t it? For him this was just another sex session, but for me this was it: my first. It hardly seemed fair.

He was moving again, pushing down at his shorts franticly. As he slipped them down his hard cock sprung into view. I noticed then that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear, the thought lying heavily on my tongue. He had known I would say yes. He had come into my room knowing he would get what he wanted.

I was naked, lying on my bed, my wetness soaking into the bed beneath me. My dad, the man who had given me life, was here with me, undressed, his cock proudly out in front. The cock he wanted to put in me. The absurdity of the thought was more than enough to dwell on. I may not have known a lot about sex, but I knew you didn’t do it with family members.

I looked at him, his eyes, his chest, his smile. I looked lower and saw his cock. It was long and thick. I watched it twitch. The whole picture was wrong but if I took it in individually the whole thing was okay. My dad’s smile, the blush on his cheeks, the color of his skin. He looked alive. He looked happy. And in the back of my mind I reasoned with myself. If this is what it took to keep him happy, to keep my family together, then this is what would happen.

But just this once.

“Honey,” he was stroking his cock again, this time walking towards me. “Daddy’s got a big surprise for you.” He climbed onto the bed, scooting up on his knees until his cock was less than a foot from my entrance. Up and down his hand went, touching the tip, squeezing. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to fill you up.” He lowered his body, his hand that was pleasuring himself acted as a guide, leading him right up to the top of my pussy. It rested on my mound, big and hard. I gulped.

“Don’t worry,” he had slid up, so that his eyes were level with mine, his left hand propping him up on the bed, his right guiding it into me. I felt it push. Felt myself give way as it dug into my special place. The place I wasn’t supposed to let anyone touch. The place no one had ever touched.

“So warm,” he wasn’t speaking to me now, his eyes were closed, the tip of his cock filled me. I saw it disappear into my folds. It felt good. I looked up, into my father’s face. His eyes were open now and when he saw me staring at him our gazes locked. “Look at us baby,” he whispered, he bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. “We’re fucking.”

Then there was pressure. Down there something was stretching and although I couldn’t explain it I knew it would only get worse. Fire filled me and I raised both my hands against his chest. It didn’t do anything, he easily withstood my pushes, his eyes trained on my face. With each push in the pain only increased exponentially. Suddenly I didn’t want any of this. The betrayal, the pain, the fucking.

“Dad,” I gasped out, feeling him push a little bit more inside. “It hurts, please, please stop!” I was pleading, begging for the pain to go away.

“Only a little more Chipmunk,” he comforted, his hand reaching toward my breast. “After this it won’t hurt anymore.” I saw his hips dive in a split second before I felt the pain. And oh boy there was definitely pain.

“AHHHH!!!” I screamed, my vagina throbbing and squeezing. I felt myself grow warm with blood, felt it dripping down onto the sheets.

“Oh baby, so tight.” My dad was tensed over me, only a fraction of his cock visible to my eyes. Most of him was in me, deep inside. My eyes met his again.

“Do something Dad,” I sputtered, desperate to make it stop.

Gently his hips began rocking. Back and forth, so that he wasn’t pulling out, merely moving inside me. The pain made me hiss but underlying that there was pleasure. I was full with him, so full I swear I felt him in my belly. Then he began moving out and I knew that he hadn’t lied. There was definite pleasure there.

“Honey you squeeze me so good.” In and out he was going, small thrusts that filled me up. “Oh I knew you’d be like this. So damn tight.” He sat up then, on his knees, spreading my legs apart. “Oh God baby this is it. Fucking heaven.” He pulled out once more this time all the way, my hole snapped shut but not long because he was in once again. Plunging in he took me, his cock hitting my bottom, scratching an itch I never knew I had.

In and out, his cock roughly taking me. The pleasure clouded my brain and I arched back into him. I needed more of this. I humped my hips, pushing him deep inside. I wanted all of him. My pussy squeezed at the sensations, feeling his meat scrape my walls.

“Ugghh,” I moaned, an unfamiliar feeling building like before. I knew it would crash over me. Be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Yes honey, cum for daddy.” The pace increased and I moaned, spreading my legs wider, desperate for more. For the extreme pleasure my dad’s cock was giving me. Faster and faster, it was so good. Grinding into me he slammed my pussy, his thick rod making me lose control. We were fucking, his cock filling me so good.

“I have to pee Dad,” I yelled, suddenly aware of the tingling sensation in my loins.

“No baby that’s cumming,” his breath was ragged, his cock still moving. “You can do that. Let it go.” That was it, he gave one more thrust into me and suddenly I was lost, a flush of ecstasy rushing over my body. “DADDDYYY!!” I yelled, overcome with the power of it all.

“Oh gosh honey you’re gripping me so tight.” I was spasming over his prick, my pussy clamping down and liquid oozing from the very core of me. I was cumming on his pole, losing control from the joy of it all.

My dad was still moving, still reaching for his own release. “Take my cum you slut. Take it all like the whore you are. Letting your daddy take your virgin cunt. Oh, you’re such a fucking tease.” He rode me fast and hard through my orgasm, pounding into my sensitive pussy. His words cut through the fog in my mind, stinging me with the weight of it. He was taking me now. Forcing himself on me and taking me like I hadn’t been the one. Like I hadn’t given him permission to do this.

“I’m almost there.” I was uncomfortable, he was moving too fast. He was being too rough, my pussy began to hurt from how fast he was going. Slapping rhythmic sounds echoed throughout my room. His gaze locked with mine as he pushed my legs further apart. With me even more open to him he dove in deeper. “Here it comes Steph. Daddy’s going to cum. Oh you fucking slut. Oh god.” In and out he went, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yes. Oh yeah. Oh gosh fuck yeah, I’M CUMMING BABBBYY!!!” He yelled, taking one last plunge before a warm substance splashed against my walls. He was filling me up.

“Shit honey! Shit.” His arms gave out and his body fell to mine, his chest flat against my own. I could feel his cock squirt deep inside me. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING IN YOU!” He screamed, moving in and out as he rode out his orgasm. His face was contorted in pleasure, his body covered in sweat. His cum inside me felt warm and sticky and wonderful. He sought my mouth out for a kiss and our lips joined as he found release. His kiss was rough, as if I was his and he was taking from me what he was entitled.