Daughter Dearest

“Oh, daddy!” she softly cried.

He grunted. Her insides were delicate and smooth, fully wet and ready for him as the muscles clamped around his cock and squeezed. She was still tight. She clearly hadn’t had sex all that much. “Is this really fucking happening?” he moaned.

“Yes, daddy,” she responded. “You’re really inside me. You’re inside my pussy.”

He began to smoothly thrust and pump, hooking his arms underneath her. Their lips met with a connecting kiss.

“Ugggh,” he let out a manly groan, reacting to her reflexive cunt muscles massaging his member in a way he never felt before with any other woman.

“Fuck, your dick feels so goddamn good,” she said, reaching back and squeezing his bare bottom. “I never thought it could be this good.”

“Oh baby,” he huffed.

“Oh daddy, yes, fuck me, daddy,” she begged. She wanted to call him that. She made sure to, because it wasn’t weird at all. It felt good, and she knew he was feeling good hearing it. “Daddyyyy,” she moaned.

He licked her breasts and put his nose to her chest, inhaling her feminine fragrance deeply. “Your tits smell so good after a shower,” he commented, smelling them again.

He pumped into her and sniffed her neck, and the aroma was putting him into high octane heat which made him slam into her faster with wet, naked slapping sounds. “Oh, that’s so hot. You’re so kinky, daddy. I want you to smell my pussy,” she commanded with a groan, pushing him off a little.

He slipped out of her and shuffled down, touching his nose against the slit of her warm vagina. Her mother never let him do anything like that. He smelled the wanting sex drive pumping out of her, nuzzling his nose and giving her some heavy licks and sucks before she crawled back and got to her knees, directing him to sit up against the backboard.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and hiked herself up, settling down on his crotch as his hard straight dick perfectly slid up into her cunt.

She began to grind, using one hand to run back through her damp hair. “Do I feel as good as mom?” she wondered.

“Better.”

She moved back and forth, looking down and directing his attention likewise. “Look. Look down there, daddy. See it? Isn’t it so beautiful? Isn’t it so perfect?”

“Feels so f-f-f-ucking good,” he shakily moaned.

She started bouncing. Her tits were jiggling. His daughter’s boobs were bouncing. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. The bed creaked as its backboard thumped against the wall over and over.

“I’m sweating. You’re making me sweat,” she noted, gliding a hand back through her hair again. He saw her mounded chest glistening and sparkling with light beads of perspiration. He wasted no time buying his face into it. He wanted her sweat. He wanted her smell. He wanted everything about her, raw and unfiltered.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold it, honey,” he mentioned. “I’ve been too out of practice.”

She moaned. It was sexy hearing that, knowing that she was going to make her father cum. That her body was being used to help satisfy the most primal urge in a man’s DNA.

Her head was no longer clogged with trivial thoughts like earlier. She should have been screaming to herself that this was lunacy at the highest level, but it just felt too good. She didn’t care. She didn’t want to stop.

Sex felt good. She had already established that years ago in her life. But this was different. This was BETTER. This was more powerful than any hot and luscious intercourse she could ever remotely wish or dream up.

She didn’t even give a damn if the entire nation knew about it. She was beaming with a sense of self satisfaction and decree that made her proud to be his daughter.

Hell, her mother could have even walked into the room at that moment and Julie would have completely held no qualms over what she was doing. Julie would have simply looked over her shoulder back at the horrendous shock iced onto her mother’s aged face and given one of her smooth bare ass cheeks a slap before bringing the hand back up to give that bitch the middle finger.

Almost like silently saying, “I’m giving him what you failed to give him and there’s nothing you can do about it. And I’d shoot daggers with my eyes to you but I can barely keep them open because he’s banging me so good.”

Was her mother’s abandonment issues causing her to do this? Was she fucking her father just to spite her? No, she was convinced that wasn’t the reason, but it sure was a nice little bonus that sizzled a hot flare of turned on excitement inside her pulsating pussy.

All that mattered to her in the world at that moment was making sure his dick exploded.

“Cum inside me,” she murmured, pulling close to him. “Shoot your fucking jizz up into my cunt, daddy. Unload all your angst and stress into me. I’m here for you.”

Her buttocks smacked and bounced against his legs. Her tits were flopping. He gave a more heavy groan. Was he really going to do it? Was he going to commit the most forbidden of all taboos and shoot his cum into his daughter’s body?

Was he really going to let the ropes and streams of his semen go deep into her young vagina? They had already gone this far. It was senseless to stop in shame now. It was just feeling too damn good to do anything else otherwise.

And she was correct before. Their minds could be cast aside, but their bodies were simply engaging upon the most natural and simple act of biology. He was a man. And she was a woman now. His woman.

Maybe that was the moment he realized his princess had now grown up into a glorious and righteous young queen. She had a perfect college body. She had breasts. She had tiny little hairs on a properly well kept pussy. Her ass was firm and fully crafted. And her eyes read into him like an older seasoned soul of worldly knowledge that strongly told him, “I am a woman. Hear me roar. Take me into your core and I’ll nurture you like a true woman should.”

She was indeed a woman. And a woman’s body craved a man’s cum. He wouldn’t deny her that biological privilege.

“Cum, daddy! I want your cum! I love you so much!” she called out, bouncing on top of him as her eyes tilted back and sweat rolled off the hills of her chest.

“I love you, too,” he barely managed to groan, pulling her naked smooth body closer as his hands flatly pressed against her bare sweat-shined back.

He felt the first burst, and his cock released within her, spewing a long, soothing rope of semen deep into her muscles as a moan bellowed from his throat chamber. She tightened her arms around him, his head buried in her neck as he felt her desperate pussy massage and milk the next two smooth waves from his hard dick.

She shook and quivered, her mouth hanging open. “Yes! Yes! My fucking pussy’s cumming,” she barked as she looked down. “Oh, G-G-God, you’re making m-m-my pussy cum, daddy.” She rode him in a glossy stride, accepting it all as naturally and elegantly as she could.

He felt his cock convulse and spasm, sputtering out a few last short shots. She topped it off with a heavy “unnggh,” humping into him and slowly winding down to a slow dreamlike motion.

They sat catching their breath. Julie smiled and nuzzled her nose into his face, fluttering his cheeks everywhere with little kisses before giving him a big one on the lips. She unlocked and looked into his eyes, running a hand back through his hair. “I love you,” she softly stated, catching her breath.

“Love you too,” he answered.

She kissed his lips again and rested her head against his shoulder, lightly panting. “How did it feel cumming inside me?”

“Amazing. Indescribable. I just… I can’t believe we… I can’t believe I…”

“Just filled your naked daughter’s pussy with your cum?” she finished. “You needed to. Your penis needed it. And it’s never gonna get neglected again, understand?”

He smiled and kissed her lips. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Are you feeling okay about… all this? About what just happened?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck for a long hug. “Let’s not talk right now. Let’s not worry about that. Just stay inside me like this, daddy. Stay connected and protect me, and I’ll protect you. We’re a team, and that’s all that matters in the end.”

“Always,” he assured her.

Julie smiled and they nuzzled their noses together. She clicked her lips onto his and wrapped herself against him more closely.

The next day, despite wanting to keep it as a sentimental souvenir for how their lives had changed, he comfortably deleted her nude photo from his laptop. In fact, his entire “spank bank” folder found its way into the recycle bin.

Who needs photos when you have the real thing?