Don't Ever Stop Loving Me Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Don't Ever Stop Loving Me Ch. 02 by BustyVermontBabe,BustyVermontBabe In the weeks after our initial foray into the world of incest, as much as we wanted to have more time together alone, real life got in the way. Dad and I had work until one weekend when Mom was going to an event in Southern Vermont with a friend, and she would be riding with that friend.

Dad had gone out to his shop to do some woodworking, and as Mom was leaving, she asked, “Are you going to be doing anything today?”

I said noncommittally, “I might go to the movies today, or I might just stay in and watch something on TV; I haven’t decided.”

She said, “Don’t worry about Dad because he will fix his lunch.”

“What time do you galivanting gals think you will be home today?” I asked, wanting to know how much time Dad and I had alone.

“I think we’ll be home by 9 or 10 tonight,” she replied.

“Well, that’s all right then. See you later. I’ll take care of everything here.” I waved and smiled as they drove off down the road.

I went inside, took a shower, and shaved. I was preparing myself for the day ahead.

When drying off, I laid back in the bed and remembered how incredible the first orgasm I had, due to the skill of my father, was. My nipples hardened like diamonds. I just couldn’t resist reaching my right hand down to start to caress my pussy lips. Teasing myself.

I was wondering if my father was in his shop thinking of us together and feeling the blood thicken his cock. God, I hoped he was hard and wanting me.

I got up and slipped into my jean cutoffs, a snug tank top that boldly showed off those hard nipples, grabbed a couple of beers, slipped on my shoes, and strolled over to the shop. Walking into the door, I saw Dad working on a table that was a commission piece. He was putting the final sanding on it before starting the staining. He turned off the sander, walked over to me, and took the beer from me. With his other hand, he reached up and caressed my cheek.

“How are you doing daddy?” I said.

He smiled almost sadly and said, “I’ve been better.”

“Oh, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, Daddy. Is there anything I can do to help?” I said.

At this point, I wasn’t sure if he meant that he wasn’t feeling well, if he was playing, or if he was genuinely upset about what had happened between us during the fishing trip.

“Yes, there is something you can help,” he said.

“Okay, what can I do?”

“Just stand there,” he said.

“Okay Daddy.”

With that, he came closer, wrapped his arms around me, and held me close. For longer than a father and daughter should be hugging, he then started to slide one hand down my back slowly, over my bottom and cupped my ass cheek, pulled me closer to him, and gave his hips a tiny thrust.

Yes!

He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I reached up and pulled his head down to my neck, where he softly started kissing. I couldn’t help giving a tiny little mewl of a moan. When he heard my reaction, he began to use his tongue to lick up my neck, jaw, and then my mouth. I opened my mouth, and he growled in desire as we kissed like lovers, all the while still humping me.

After a bit, I needed to breathe, took his face in my hands, and said, “I need you, Daddy. I need your hard cock in my quim. I need you to breed me.”

“Honey, you know I can’t do that. I had a vasectomy,” he said.

“I don’t care. I want to feel you erupt in me again and again. It makes me so hot to think of having your baby, even if I have to pretend. I want you to take me in every way we can. I want your cum in my mouth and my pussy.” I said, not mincing words.

“Honestly, honey, I would love to have a baby with you, and it makes my cock so fucking hard. I want that, too. So, I will keep trying even though we know it won’t happen.” he groaned.

“Hey, I have set up a comfortable spot in the back office. There are no windows and a security door. The security system will let us know if anyone stops in.”

He took my hand, and we walked to the back room, turning on the lamp on the table. Then he shut and locked the door so no one would disturb us.

I looked around, and he had several moving blankets used for transporting his finished furniture to customers, folded nicely to make a comfortable bed on the floor and another folded for makeshift pillows. He’d had this all planned out, and I was so happy that tears started welling in my eyes. He really loved me and wanted this too.

Daddy walked over to me, put his hands on my waist, bent his head, and smelled my hair. I looked down and saw that his pants were tented. It made him look impossibly larger than he looked the last time. With a light kiss on my forehead, he took the hem of my tank top and slowly raised it. Gradually, it made its way over the lower curve of my breasts, seemingly getting stuck on my nipples just for a moment, and then they popped out. Exposed for my daddy to see clearly, and I was glad of it.

I raised my arms over my head, and he took off the tank top and threw it on the desk. As I lowered my arms, I put my hands on his shoulders and started sliding my hands down his chest, and when I got to his round tummy, I sank to my knees in front of him.

I began to unbuckle his belt and his jean pants button. I rubbed his cock from the outside of his jeans, which elicited a moan from him. After a moment, I unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. Again, I rubbed and stroked his cock through his underwear. It was so enticing to watch his cock jump and throb in his tighty whities.

“Please, honey, I need you to touch me skin to skin,” he growled through clenched teeth.

I reached up and slowly pulled down his underwear like he had done my tank top. Taking my time and pulling his cock down with them. When the tip of his cock cleared the edge of his underwear, it snapped back up and hit his abdomen with a slap.

He hissed.

“Here, let me kiss it to make it better for you, Daddy.”

And with that, I leaned in with just the tip of my tongue and licked at the spot between the head and the rest of his cock. He grunted and gave a little hip thrust.

“Oh honey, please. I need you so much.” Daddy pleaded.

I grabbed his cock, opened my mouth wide, and took him in. My slick, wet tongue slid back and forth on the underside of his impossibly hard cock. I reached around and grabbed his ass, and pulled him in as far as I could without gagging, bouncing my head back and forth. Never had I heard a man make the sounds before. It was almost a feral whimpering. I hoped that he wasn’t too close to cumming. I wanted this to last, and I had no way of knowing what his recovery time was.

He reached to my head and, sunk his fingers through my hair, started fucking my mouth, grunting with each thrust. Yes, he was on the edge. He suddenly stopped gasping for breath. His cock was twitching in my mouth.

I started to curl the tip of my tongue, and he yelled, “Stop! You’ll make me cum!”

“Quick! Open your mouth, and don’t touch my cock for a bit!” he said.

I did as instructed.

His cock was fully loaded and ready to blast. It was such a deep red that it was almost purple. It pumped up and down with his heart rate and slightly quivered. It was so fun watching it expand and contract.

“I need to sit a minute. While I’m sitting, take off your shorts, get on the blankets, and show Daddy that pretty pink pussy.” he said lustfully.

I did what I was told. Since I was still on my knees, I unbuttoned and unzipped them and pushed them down to my knees, but turned around, pushed my ass into the air like an erotic version of downward dog in yoga, and took one leg out, then the other and kicked my shorts towards my father. He reached down, picked them up, and held them to his face to inhale my scent.

I went back down on my knees, and with my face on the blanket looking back towards Daddy, I reached back, grabbed my ass and pussy lips, and pulled them apart.

“Liking what you see, Daddy?”

“Mmmmm, yes honey so much. Roll over on your back, spread your legs, play with your titties and clit. Make yourself cum for me while I watch.” he said with a voice tinged with desire.

I rolled over, sitting up. I reached down to my feet, ankles, shins, and calves and rubbed all over like I was putting lotion on. It was so light it was almost a tickle, giving me goosebumps. I gave a shuddering sigh. When I got to my thighs, I leaned back, putting one hand on the floor behind me, and arched my back, thrusting out my breasts, nipples hard. I slid my hand slowly over my belly, circled my navel a couple of times, and then dipped my hand lower to my pussy, and just caressed the lips a bit. There was moisture there. This was so erotic. I had never done this for another person. Every other man just wanted to jump on and get his nut.

Well, now I would have higher standards in the future.

Leaving my pussy, I swept my hand up to my right breast and admired the curve, sliding my fingertips around and around the nipple, teasing but not touching it. I moved my hand to my left breast and gave that one the same treatment. Bringing my other hand to the front, I cupped my breasts and squeezed them hard, still leaving the nipples untouched. I was aching with desire at this point.

I laid back on the blanket with my back still arched. I continued squeezing and moving my breasts around, appreciating them, getting closer and closer to the nipples. Finally, I gave in and circled the nipple, then grasped them tight with my forefinger and thumb, pinching them hard and pulling on them. I moaned in pleasure. My pussy twitched.

Spreading my legs wide, I saw my father lick his lips as I slid my hand down, cupping my pussy, and dipping my middle finger in. I was soaking wet. I slithered my middle finger up to my clit, and circled it with my own lubrication. I noticed that my father had removed his shirt, boots, and pants and was sitting there completely naked. He was slowly stroking that fat cock, and big balls. God, how much I wanted what was in there.

Dipping two of my fingers back into my pussy this time, thrusting them in and out, my hips started to roll with my actions. Every five or six pumps in my pussy, I’d quickly come back up to my clit, place it between my soaked fingers and slide them back and up and down like it was a very tiny cock. It was getting more rigid and longer.

I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

In the pussy and back to the clit, over and over again. Faster and faster, until Daddy said, “That’s it, honey, make yourself cum!”

“Oh, daddy, I’m so close. So very close.” I whimpered.

On the final dip in and back out, I couldn’t stop stroking that hard clit that was nearly standing out straight from my pussy lips. My hips left the blanket, and my hand flew back and forth over my clit. It got so hard it was almost painful. It started rhythmically twitching, and my pussy contracted.

“I’m cumming daddy!” I squealed as my hips continued to thrust into the air.

He stood up and came over to me, kneeled beside my head, and held his cock at my mouth. I opened my mouth. He put his hands on the other side of my head and started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth as I was coming down from my orgasm.

In a few minutes, he stopped and said, “Get on your knees.

I turned over, and he moved behind me, between my legs, rubbed his cock up and down my very wet slit, roughly grabbed my hips, and shoved his cock deep inside of my swollen quim. We both gave loud moans. He started thrusting. He was far from gentle this time. Both of us were filled with raw need.

I loved it.

I was like a bitch in heat, and he was just the wolf to take care of that.

His finger sunk into my hips, gripping so tightly that I was sure there would be bruises, shoving my hips back and forth.

It was good that no one was around to hear us as I was whimpering and begging for more. He was grunting and growling with each thrust.

My fixation got the better of me, and I screeched, “Daddy, you’re making me cum again, give me your cum! I want you to breed me. Put a baby in me, and watch my belly grow. My titties will be so big, hard, and tight full of milk for you and our baby.”

I think Daddy has the same desire because when he felt my pussy contracting, he yelled, “Here it comes, honey, I’m gonna knock you up. Oh my god!”. Roaring like a possessed madman, he gave one final thrust, and I felt his cock jump again and again, filling my pussy. He started thrusting again, and my weakened arms could no longer hold me up, so his thrust pushed me flat on the makeshift bed, his total weight on me, holding me down.

After our breathing slowed, he moved off my back and laid beside me, rubbing my back.

“You know, honey, I have heard that it’s possible to get a vasectomy reversed,” Daddy said.

Still lying on my stomach, I turned my face towards his and looked at him with tears in my eyes.

“I would do that for you if that would make you happy,” he said.

“Let’s discuss that later, Daddy. Let’s just lay here a bit and be in love.” I said, smiling.