Literotic asexstories – Always the first time by Lightbrian,Lightbrian It was very early in the morning, but the sun had already emerged from behind the horizon, timidly illuminating the courtyard of our high-rise building. A bird was hooting outside the window, there were no people on the street at all – it was summer, it was vacation time, no one was in a hurry to go to work. After clearing my eyes, I wandered into the kitchen to make myself some coffee.
“Hi, Dad!” – Nastya smiled at me. For the past two months, my daughter’s gentle smile has constantly sent shivers down my spine, but I nevertheless found the strength to say hello back:
“Good morning!”
While the coffee was being prepared, I tried my best not to stare at my eighteen-year-old daughter, who was sitting opposite me and eating a banana, drinking mineral water – but it was beyond my strength. Her delicate pink lips grasped the white flesh, a moment – and then another piece ended up in her daughter’s mouth. My Nastya today chose a short pink top and black mini-shorts, which did not hide her long, exciting legs at all. The top was so revealing that it showed off not only her sexy belly, but also the lower halves of her lovely tits. I shook my head and frowned.
“Nastya, don’t you think that this outfit… it’s too… Too..”. – I tried to find words that would not show my daughter how she affects me with her appearance.
“Too much, dad?” – the daughter blinked her wonderful green eyes.
“Too… defiant, that’s what!” – I blurted out.
“It’s summer, it’s hot! Besides, I’m not going anywhere today, I’ll be at home all day. Who should I call here!?”
“Well…” – here I became embarrassed, I couldn’t tell my daughter directly about my feelings. – “What if you get used to it and go outside like this?”
“Well, I do not! I’ll wear a T-shirt outside! Although…” – my daughter squinted and looked at me. – “What about the beach? We went the day before yesterday, there I was in a bikini, and you couldn’t help but henna! Or was it not provocative?”
“So it’s the beach! Everyone walks like that there,” I said categorically. – “You don’t wear a bikini to the store or to school, right?”
“Actually, if you think about it, these are strange rules,” said Nastya. – “Where is the line between a place where you can wear a bikini and where you can’t? There is a clear fence between the nudist beach and the usual one. And here? Is it possible, for example, to go from the beach to the bus stop in a bikini?”
“Well… some walk.”
“That’s it!” – my daughter beamed. – “This means that the same outfit in different conditions can be both provocative and not provocative!”
I shrugged.
“It turns out that you weren’t happy with my shorts and top right now, in an apartment where there’s no one but you and me, right?” – the girl narrowed her eyes slyly.
“You see, they… reveal a lot. I see your tummy, legs and I… feel uneasy,” I admitted, already reproaching myself for this in my heart.
“Why do you feel uneasy? You’re my dad, just ten years ago you bathed me naked in the bathtub!” – Nastya giggled.
“Well… then you haven’t had such… such…” – I realized that I couldn’t do without piquant things – “…such delights, Nastya. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”
The daughter blushed flattered.
“Dad, I’m your daughter!” – she whispered.
“Nastya, the thing is… the body doesn’t care…” I muttered.
“What do you mean?” – the girl frowned. Her sweet, innocent lips excited me beyond measure, I wanted to come up and run my fingers over them, then bend over, kiss, and then… squeeze her large breasts under the pink fabric with my hands and… I closed my eyes in horror from my fantasies and quickly, quickly said:
“Nastya, let’s not talk about this, just change your clothes!”
Nastya pouted and, folding her hands on her magnificent tits, said in a capricious voice:
“I don`t want and I will not!” – and stuck her tongue out at me.
My shorts were already tight, but now I could feel my penis trembling and throbbing from such antics. For a second I wanted to grab my daughter in my arms, pull down her shorts and take possession of her right here in the kitchen. With all my might, I began to drive away such thoughts from myself. I was drawn to my daughter, for which I hated myself, but how long could I hold back today? My heart was beating wildly, I blew on the coffee and looked again at my sweet daughter. She had already finished eating the banana and was twirling a curl of hair on her finger, looking at me inquisitively.
How can you even think about such a thing?! So, we urgently need to change our minds – maybe about work? What kind of work is there, after I bought a crypto farm in Indonesia a month ago, our family didn’t care about money at all, it seemed to appear by itself and for some reason it didn’t end. Then… Should I go for a swim in the pool? We now lived on the top floor, the pool was installed directly on the roof, where steps led from the corridor. It’s just morning, the water has not yet warmed up and will certainly pleasantly refresh me.
It’s decided! But then I again fixed my gaze on Nastenka. She stood up from her seat, swaying her breasts excitedly, and then came up to me.
“Nastya, at least a top! He’s… quite…”
“Dad, you don’t want to say that… What are you doing again?..” and the girl pressed herself close to me. Her tits fell on my shoulder, making me close my eyes in horror.
“Nastya, we agreed!”
“Agreed, just yesterday… Yesterday I played the role almost to the end, and because of this you got so excited that you came and came without a break! Your balls are sore, you complained yourself!”
Well, that’s all, today my daughter came out of her touch-me-not image a little early. I sighed and, reproaching myself, once again began to knead her magnificent breasts. Giggling, the girl sat on my lap and leaned down so that her curls almost touched my face. The peach smell of my daughter’s shampoo made my head spin, I closed my eyes and, opening my mouth, began to caress Nastya’s lips with my lips. She hummed when my tongue entered her sweet mouth, and I only squeezed my daughter’s tits harder.
It started when Karina, my wife, left us. Two months ago, exactly on my daughter’s eighteenth birthday, and even using the child’s coming of age as a reason! They say that now the child has grown up, she will survive the divorce, her husband is a loser (that is, me), the apartment is small, she, you see, has no space for creativity. But my manager from my last job is a different story! And he has a bigger apartment, and no children, and in general, this is not what she dreamed of when she got married twenty years ago. I just smiled then, imagining what awaited mr. Alexander. Karina knew how to be sweet and kind when she needed something, but over time she turned into a female praying mantis. Therefore, I didn’t have the slightest bit of jealousy, only annoyance and pain for my daughter, who, unlike me, survived her mother’s departure very difficult, because Karina not only left, she completely stopped communicating with both me and Nastya.
And when a couple of days later, a tearful Nastya asked to sleep in my room, I could not refuse her. Despite her eighteen years, my daughter was a very infantile child – she didn’t like noisy companies, she still didn’t really have a boyfriend or a crowd of girlfriends. Her angelic face and divine figure were combined with sweet capriciousness and a melancholy temperament. It is not surprising that she was sensitive to her mother’s disappearance. Moreover, when communicating with her, Karina put on the mask of a caring parent, without in the least betraying her true essence. Therefore, Nastya could not understand how her mother could betray her and me. So that night we lay in the same bed for the first time and I listened with bated breath as the girl sniffled into my shoulder while her large breasts, covered in pajamas, rested excitedly against me. I slept in my underpants, so I tried to distance myself from my daughter as much as possible so that my already hardened member would not touch her young body. But my daughter muttered something in her sleep and moved even closer to me, so that my penis slid right between her legs. So I fell into oblivion, experiencing incredible excitement from the realization that my penis was being squeezed by my daughter’s legs.
And in the morning I woke up with acute pleasure spreading through my body. The member literally sang and sparkled. I opened my eyelids and was stupefied with horror – my daughter was sitting at my feet and hugging my penis with her neat, sensual mouth! Due to her inexperience, she did not move her head, but simply smacked her penis like candy, caressing her balls with her fingers at the same time. For about a couple of seconds I was in a complete daze, and when the girl raised her tender eyes at me and smiled at the corners of her mouth, it was as if lightning had struck me. I quickly moved away from my daughter, forcing her to stop her sweet activity, jumped up and covered my shamelessly protruding penis with the sheets. My daughter rushed into my arms, begging me not to push her away. I couldn’t control her lovely little face and allowed hugs, but continued to insist that it was impossible to see, much less touch, me THERE, she was my own daughter!
But the girl was not going to give in. She whispered to me hotly that what had been started needed to be completed, that you couldn’t get excited and not finish, supposedly it was harmful to the body. She also said that she wants to replace her mother. In everything. I just smiled at this – Karina had never given me a blowjob in all twenty years of marriage, and in recent years we had regular sex only on major holidays. Meanwhile, Nastya was demandingly tugging at the sheet with which I was covering my trembling club from my daughter’s sparkling eyes. No matter how much I tried to explain to her that this was wrong, because she was my daughter, nothing helped. I delved into the jungle of psychology and said that Nastya would have psychological trauma if I allowed her to do this. This will ruin her life.
But Nastya suddenly began to spout psychological terms in response – she stated that she had been interested in this topic for a long time and many psychologists believe that it is not sex with the daughter that leads to psychological trauma, but pushing the child away, supposedly this is how complexes and kinks are formed and if I don’t want ruin her life, then I should just let her…
“Let what?” – I asked then, frowning.
“Let me… suck,” the girl whispered the word and licked her lips. And then she tore off the sheet. I couldn’t stand it and let her go. A member sprang out springily in front of the daughter’s tender face. Nastya quickly leaned forward and kissed the pommel.
“You see, dad, if you didn’t want this, he wouldn’t be so happy now!” – the member twitched, as if confirming her words. The girl again touched the penis with her lips, and I again felt the same sparkling pleasure from which I woke up today. I prompted Nastyusha not only to smack her lips, but also to move her head, after which I plunged into the stunning pulling-tickling sensations. A tsunami of blowjob pleasure overwhelmed me from the inside, I fell into such oblivion that I completely forgot to warn the girl about the finish! With amazement, Nastya felt my stream gushing into her mouth. She didn’t think to tighten her lips and sperm flowed from the corners of her mouth down her chin, staining everything around her.
“Ooh, sorry daughter… I… didn’t warn…”
“Nothing, dad,” Nastya answered, licking her lips. “Next time I’ll know – if it twitches and pulsates, it means you’ll cum soon! By the way, it’s quite tasty, I didn’t expect it,” with these words she began to lick the sperm from her fingers, and then from my balls.
“What next time? Do you really hope that I will allow you to do this again?.. “- I asked hoarsely. My daughter licking my sperm from my penis looked incredibly cute and sexy. The penis didn’t even go limp, although it had just come violently.
“Just one more time, please! This time I won’t miss a beat, honest, honest!” – and the girl folded her hands pleadingly on her chest. I, literally without realizing what I was doing, rose from the bed, grabbed Nastya’s shoulders and, hanging over her, swung forward. The girl obediently opened her mouth and I, putting my hands on the back of my daughter’s head, began to fuck her in a sweeping manner right up to the frenulum of my tongue. The baby gurgled loudly, letting out streams of drool, I was filled with joy, especially when my penis rested on a narrow spot and my daughter was forced to move back a little under my pressure. I did not press hard on the back of her head, fully aware that during my second blowjob to my daughter it was too early to try to take the penis deeply.
But the very awareness of what I was doing simultaneously plunged me into heady happiness and burning shame. Is it possible to treat your daughter like this? Her face turned red, her cheeks were flushed, and tears were already shining in her eyes. But I was literally captivated by her small wet mouth, the excitement made me forget about the moral side of the issue and whip up foam from my saliva with a vengeance. Unable to hold back a joyful groan, I felt my legs cramp with a sweet cramp. This time Nastenka really got ready – she tightly squeezed the ring of sponges on the head of the penis while it erupted, twitching in her mouth like an unbroken stallion. And then she opened her mouth, rolled a whitish lake on her tongue and swallowed it, not forgetting to show me her tongue without traces of sperm. I was simply delighted and immediately began to kiss my daughter on such tender lips, simultaneously kneading her ass and tits.
After that time, Nastya and I often discussed our relationship, lying in our arms at night in bed. Basically it all came down to whether our sexual practices could be integrated into a father’s love for his daughter. We could not come to a common conclusion – I insisted that a father’s love should not at all exclude sex and even visits with a child, but my daughter insisted that our relationship no longer had anything in common with a father’s love for a child and we had already become a full-fledged couple. As a result, despite the fact that we both desperately wanted sex to develop into dates, gifts and walks under the moon, we did not dare to take this step without understanding what was essentially happening.
However, it would not have been possible without gifts. On my birthday, which was at the beginning of this month, after work I suddenly not found my daughter in the hallway meeting her dad on his knees with her mouth open. In the last couple of weeks, this has become our real ritual; I would go home immediately after my shift and instantly get my dick into her hot lips, and then merge it generously on my daughter’s pretty face. At work, I could no longer think about anything except Nastya’s little wet mouth. That’s why I was worried today, but when I went into her room, my anxiety disappeared. The girl completely undressed, tied herself in the crustacean position and lay dawn to bed. Well, how she lay down – in fact, she was standing on all fours with her butt up, so it’s not clear what verb can be used here.
But what’s most fantastic is that the daughter tied a festive ribbon around her round, toned buttocks, and in the very hole she had a shiny blue pebble with a fluffy tail sticking out. Not believing my eyes, I walked up and pulled the ponytail. The hole immediately began to shrink greedily, and I couldn’t resist, I leaned over and kissed the girl right on the ass.
“Happy Birthday daddy!” – my daughter said then and wiggled her butt invitingly. I enthusiastically grabbed the halves of her ass with my hands, pulled down her pants, lubricated my penis from the tube, which my daughter carefully placed next to her and inserted it in a big way. Nastya squeaked and twitched, and I leaned on her, pulling her nipples with my fingers and kissing her neck. Gradually, I then found the right rhythm and the girl was even able to get some pleasure from her first anal sex. Since then, anal sex has become part of our daily games, however, blowjob still remained in first place, because it did not require any additional preparation from my daughter – her magic mouth was waiting for me at any time of the day or night, which I never got tired of using. In addition, the girl really adored the taste of sperm – at first I thought that she swallowed just to please me, but later my daughter confirmed that she really liked it.
Every time in moments of closeness with Nastya, I simultaneously cursed myself and felt aching joy. Despite the fact that in arguments with my daughter I tried to pretend that there was nothing wrong with our exercises, that my feelings for her were still only paternal, not a day passed when I didn’t think about what problems I might face in the future may result from my behavior. I reproached himself, was ashamed, but… continued to fuck my daughter, going crazy with excitement. This incredible whirlpool of feelings sometimes made me wake up in the middle of the night and look for excuses until the morning, trying to pretend that I could end this the very next day. And go to sleep with a feeling of moral satisfaction, promising yourself that today was the last time. And in the morning… in the morning, feeling pangs of conscience in my stomach, wake up the daughter, poking my penis into her neat plump lips, because this is her favorite alarm clock!
And maybe it was precisely because of this duality that my daughter and I never discussed vaginal sex. Ass – yes, regularly, mouth – almost ten times a day, but there, in the most important hole – under no circumstances. Perhaps in this way I was trying to convince my subconscious that all was not lost, that my daughter and I were not having a romantic relationship at all, but simply slightly modified fatherly caresses… Of course, daily blowjobs and anal penetrations hardly fit into the concept of fatherly love, but all the same, I felt that I would not cross this barrier and Nastya still remained a formal virgin.
My daughter perfectly understood my moral torment – after all, if my position about “fatherly love” is fair, then our relationship must sooner or later end, and the girl will have to find herself a groom. But neither I nor she really wanted this. Nastya even jokingly suggested that we go to another country, where no one knows that we are father and daughter, in order to get married there. I just laughed then, and then thought…
And literally a couple of days after giving my daughter an anal gift, I accidentally came across the news “A new cheap way to generate electricity has been found in Indonesia.” There was talk about using the potential difference in the soil layers, it seems like if you mix the soil properly and add some reagents, then you could get literally hundreds of megawatts from a hectare of land! The news looked like a typical canard, but delving deeper into the topic, I realized that this had prospects. And suddenly an idea came to my mind – what if we spent all our very modest savings on buying a small Bitcoin farm in this country? After all, if energy really becomes free there, then bitcoins can be obtained literally out of thin air! I was tired of working as an assistant manager for a long time, because I wildly wanted to devote literally all my free time to my daughter!
The price of hardware has fallen sharply recently due to another precipitous decline in Bitcoin. So I managed to find a shed with video cards on the island of Sulawesi for mere pennies and complete the deal remotely. And within a couple of days, when Bitcoin began to grow again, my daughter and I watched in amazement as three-digit and then four-digit sums dropped into our account. The news about the Indonesian energy miracle gradually began to reach wide circles of society, prices for equipment began to grow exponentially, and the amounts in our account became simply indecent. I was finally able to leave my boring position and a month ago we moved to a real penthouse with a pool and a loggia. Nastya and I became simply inseparable and our tradition of draining returns from work was replaced by a new one – roleplaying in touch-me-not girl in the morning.
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Now my daughter began every day by doing her best to play the role of a shy sweet-girl. Moreover, every time she came up with new ideas – sometimes her outfits and image contrasted slightly (as today, for example), and on other days Nastya in glasses, a beret and white knee socks looked like a real decent girl and took my attempts with hostility, blushing from every touch.
Yesterday, for example, my daughter didn’t let me see her panties until noon, which is why I got excited beyond measure and stretched her cheeks with my penis until, as it seemed to me, their shape began to change. Along the way, I had cuming without restraint, so much so that the girl literally only had enough sperm to become well-fed. My jizz and my daughter’s saliva also soaked her T-shirt and skirt, and my balls, as Nastya rightly noted, ached from tension at the end of this oral marathon. But today, because of the sight of my daughter`s bare belly and tits peeking out from under my top, my penis was again hardening and trembling, as if it had not released perhaps a liter of whitish liquid yesterday.
“Dad, I prepared my butt today!” – my daughter smiled, got off me and began to unbutton her shorts…
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