Eleanor

Literotic asexstories – Eleanor by Accipiter12,Accipiter12 *** This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. Enjoy. ****

She couldn’t sleep again. Eleanor could barely remember the last time she’d had a decent night’s rest, the last night she’d drifted peacefully off, rather than slowly dragged under by the weight of anxiety and all her other insecurities.

Sometimes she’d take sleeping pills, but they didn’t always help. Most nights, she resorted to the only thing that made her feel normal, the only thing that made her feel like everything was okay.

At least, it felt that way sometimes.

She tossed and turned amidst the tangle of sheets, rolling onto her side and pressing her face into the pillow, breathing softly. She squeezed her eyes shut, her legs too, sandwiching her hand between the enveloping heat of her damp thighs. She had her index finger buried deep in the snug, wet grip of her sex, and she rolled her palm gently back and forth over her mound, softly massaging her tender clit.

She knew it would be better if she could just cum, wanted desperately to, but post-orgasm clarity wasn’t always her best friend. She let herself hover right on the threshold for over an hour sometimes, savouring the way the haze of endorphins numbed her mind. So she spurred her burning arousal, lulling herself dazedly along, half conscious as the sweet, comforting euphoric haze calmed her mind, all the while infuriatingly avoiding release, until she could take it no longer.

She ground hard, groaning, breathing hard into the pillow as she gripped the soft hood of her slippery clit and mashed it firmly into her pubis, feeling the swell of arousal flare for just a moment, before softening her grip, and sighing as the tantalizingly elusive threads or her orgasm slipped away once more.

She drew her hand free, her fingers glistening and slick. She was soaked, her thighs and ass dewy with sweat, her panties a saturated bundle around her legs, her sheets damp beneath her, her soft crown of dark hair matted to her skin. Her sex radiated heat, clit throbbing with need. Her whole body felt flushed, brimming with that need for release, but deep inside she knew her climax was only going to fall flat and leave her underwhelmed. She rolled onto her back with a sigh, frowning up at the dark roof.

Her eyes still felt puffy from where she’d nearly cried herself to sleep, nearly an hour ago now. She couldn’t remember what had started the tears, probably nothing. She knew it wasn’t healthy letting the dark shroud of anxiety and over-thinking overwhelm her to the point where she sat curled up in her room crying until she was too tired to move, and then did the only thing she could to feel normal and fall asleep.

Masturbate.

But she didn’t care, it got her to the next day and that was good enough.

She felt tears welling again, and forced out a harsh sigh, gritting her teeth.

Ugh, when did I become such a mess…

She’d always had issues with stress and anxiety, but they’d been sporadic, and it was only in the last few years they’d come creeping up on her in force. In the year and a half since she’d finished high school she’d been…drifting, feeling lost and overwhelmed. She put off university, trudged to work four days a week, and took care of her dad as he did his best to take care of her.

It was just the two of them, for eight years now, since her mother had died. Neither of them had ever really gotten over it, she thought. It had likely been the root of her state of mind, but for her Dad, well, he coped in his own way.

Which usually meant he drank himself to sleep most nights. She loved him, God knows she did, he really did his best to be there for her. But she knew he was struggling, and their relationship wasn’t always smooth.

He wasn’t a mean drunk or anything, the opposite, at least to begin with, but then he just got all quiet and reflective and usually fell asleep. She’d almost gotten used to him stumbling home in the middle of the night and passing out on the couch, where she’d leave his breakfast on the table beside him before heading out in the morning. Nothing would wake him when he was under, just like her, when she actually managed to fall asleep. Her mother had used to joke the two of them could sleep through an earthquake.

He was lonely, she could tell. Early on, a few years after Eleanor’s mother’s death, he’d started brining home women. Mostly for sex, she knew now, but he’d stopped that. For her, she thought, which made her feel bad, like it was her fault he was so miserable.

She’d hear him, in his room when he thought she was asleep, watching porn as she shoved in headphones and tried to pretend she didn’t know what it was he was doing. She’d even grown used to the embarrassment of him stumbling about in sweatpants in the morning, the front tented out obscenely by an erection that never seemed to dull.

She’d been shocked by the size of that bulge the first few times, her face flushing red in embarrassment, but she’d soon found herself glancing at it, unable to stop herself, like being drawn to the macabre scene of a car crash as you drove past. She’d had to stop inviting friends around, what few of them she had, after he’d done it in front of them once.

She remembered sleeping with him when she felt sad, curling up in his bed with his arms around her, feeling safe and secure, and ignoring the hard point jabbing at her back or the softness of her ass as he snored.

It was fine, for the most part. She knew it wasn’t really a big deal. It was natural, he was pent up, and she was the spitting image of the women he had loved and lost.

She knew he saw her mother in her, especially when he was drunk, and knew how hard for him that was. She caught him gazing at her, lost, eyes roaming her, and she’d meet his gaze and smile, and it would take him a moment, but he’d smile too.

She had never really understood just how similar they were, her and her mother. It had dawned on her rather suddenly one day, after she’d opened her Dad’s laptop, and found pornhub open. She’d almost slapped it shut, but something had compelled her to press play on the video.

She’d watched as ma teenage girl was fucked by a slightly older guy, a typical male pornstar with rugged good looks and an enormous cock. But it was the girl she stared at, the pretty young thing, comely and sweet-looking, a slight belly, curvy and wide-thighed, with a mess of brown hair, rosy cheeks, wide eyes, and large pale breasts with dusky brown nipples.

She’d stared, because it looked so much like her mother. And then, as she saw her reflection in the screen, it had clicked. This girl was her age. It almost could have been her. That was when she’d shut the screen, swallowing, and sat there very still for a long time, as she’d tried to convince herself she was wrong.

But all she could think about was all those erections, those long, lingering looks, the gazing, eyes roaming as she wandered the house in nothing but pajamas.

Was this how he had been looking at her? How he had been…imagining her?

It should have disgusted her, the very idea that her father might be thinking about her in even a vaguely sexual way, but…

But it hadn’t, not quite. Instead, it had been a strange and slightly difficult to process moment when she’d realised that if anything it…excited her. It was gross, it made her a little uncomfortable, and she’d always tried to ignore the looks, the bulges, but…

But it felt kind of…good, too. She knew how messed up it was, but a part of her liked being looked at that way, like she was pretty, or desirable, or sexy, even if it was coming from her father. She knew it was harmless, just a little drunken lusting for his deceased wife’s memory, but it made her feel…hot. She felt attractive, confident, and more like wearing the kinds of clothes that accentuated her sexuality, something she hadn’t felt like doing in a long time.

After a while, when she was feeling down or self conscious, she’d even started doing it on purpose. She’d forgo her bra, and wear something low so that her large breasts would practically be spilling out of them, and savoured the little rush she got when her father’s eyes lingered on her ample cleavage.

It wasn’t a sexual excitement or anything, just a little boost to her self conscience, and she knew her dad didn’t actually want to…fuck her, or anything like that. He just needed to see a real woman. She’d thought it might make things weird between them, make her feel differently abut her father, but it hadn’t. It was just looks, and they both got something unspoken out of it.

Until about a month ago, that was, when she’d gone and made it weird. She’d gone to wake him one morning, in an unusually bright mood, wanting to spend some time with him before she left for work, and tugged the covers off his snoring form, revealing his massive erection jutting from his waistband. She’d frozen, hands holding the sheets, and just…stared at it, at her father’s rigid cock. Even after seeing it bulging against his pants too many times to count, the size of him still shocked her. His shaft was thick and solid, curving slightly upwards and lined with subtle veins, the base crowded with dark hair, his bulbous glans glossy and deep pink.

She’d stared and she’d stared, breathing shallowly, and in that moment, she’d felt the undeniable desire to reach out and touch it, to wrap her fingers around it and squeeze his throbbing meat.

She hadn’t, of course, she’d snapped out of it and got out of there, her face red, her heart pounding, an unmistakable flutter between her legs.

She’d done everything she could to forget the encounter, to squash it down into the dark recesses of her mind. But now, in her half sleep, the memory surfaced, and she saw her father’s cock, clear as day.

God, why was she thinking about it? A ripple of wrongness washed through her, her lip curling in discomfort, but she couldn’t shake the image. She thought it had just shocked her that he had such a nice cock, because that wasn’t something your father was supposed to have. It was just like any other she’d had between her legs or in her mouth, not that there’d been many. If anything, it was nicer than any she’d seen, bigger too, and thicker; certainly not the cock of a forty three year old man.

It was no wonder he’d had trouble keeping his erections hidden.

Although, to be fair to her father, she supposed it wasn’t just his cock that she had a hard time accepting was desirable. Her father was an attractive man, especially when he was younger. Eight years of heavy drinking hadn’t done him any favours, but he was still handsome enough, just developing a bit of a paunch. He was well built, with a square jaw and greying stubble, and a mess of dark hair that added to the fading remnants of his roguish good looks.

He certainly shouldn’t have had too much trouble picking up women if he tried, especially if he was just after sex. Who wouldn’t want a ride on that…

Her eyes opened suddenly, and she went very still, realising where her hand had drifted. Her breath shuddered, finger paused in its idle circling of her clit. Tantalizing little shudders danced through her sex, thrumming from her engorged clit. She gasped and snatched her back as if burnt, sitting up, her eyes wide as she breathed hard.

“Fuck…” she whispered, shaking her head slowly.

Did I just…oh God, what is wrong with me? I can’t…I can’t think about dad’s dick like that…Jesus El…

She slumped back down, a little wave of shame and disgust washing through her, although it did nothing to quell the fire burning between her legs. She rolled over, sighing harshly and shaking her head. She just had to get to sleep; maybe she could pretend it had just been a dream.

A door banged shut somewhere in the house, and she tensed, then groaned as she heard the jangle of keys and the stumble of footsteps.

Oh fuck, why now? Just go to sleep, dad, I can’t deal with you right now…

She lay on her stomach in the dark, listening to him totter through the halls, mumbling to himself. She shook her head, willing him to head straight to his room and collapse on his bed, like he did so many nights. His footsteps dragged, and then stopped, hovering directly outside her bedroom door.

Ugh… She reached back an hurriedly tugged the sheet over her nakedness, and slumped back down, burying her face in the pillow. Aside from the saturated panties bunched just below the soft pillows of her ass, all she wore was an old t-shirt, ridden up to just below her large breasts.

The door clicked and swung slowly open. There was silence for a few moments, light spilling in from the hallway, then a small burp, and, “H-hey, Ellebear, you awake?”

She couldn’t face him right now, not after that. She lay still, breathing softly, pretending to snore gently.

Go to bed, Dad…

He started tottering into the room, and she cursed inwardly and squeezed her eyes shut. He stumbled, falling to a hard seat on the bed beside her with a grunt. He threw out his arm to steady himself, and she felt his hand on her back as the bed sunk. She stayed still as he swore softly, and then sat there quietly, his hand opening and closing slowly, fingers scraping gently against her spine.

She kept up her fake sleep-breathing. What are you doing, Dad?

His hand began sliding back and forth, rubbing her upper back, and then moved up to the mess of her brown hair, stroking it softly. “Oh, my sweet Ellebear,” he mumbled quietly, “my gorgeous little girl.”

She let out a soft sigh, relaxing her tensed shoulders. It felt nice, his fingers trailing over her hair, brushing her softly, moving down to whisper over her back, and then back to her hair. She actually felt sleep creeping on, and she felt a restful smile spread across her lips as she sighed again.

He kept murmuring things like, “My sweet angel”, “You’re just as beautiful as your mother,” “Fuck I miss her,” and “Just you and me kiddo.”

She felt herself driven closer to sleep, a faint smile on her lips, lulled by his rhythmic, hypnotic stroking.

And then she heard the slow crawl of a zip, and her eyes flew open, staring into the darkness of her pillow as her breath caught. No, no surely that wasn’t what she thought, surely he was just getting comfortable, or…

A button popped, and a moment later she heard him groan softly, followed by a rustling of fabric, and a soft tug of flesh. She lay there frozen, trying to keep her breathing soft, fighting the urge to spring up and tell him she was awake.

Dad, no, tell me you’re not…

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes and peering into the darkness. In the dimness, lit only by the light spilling in from the half-open door, she saw his outline, saw his hand moving in his lap.

She squeezed her eyes shut. A strange surge of emotion ran through her, led by a wave of disgust at the thought that her father was jerking off right beside her, but trailed by something she couldn’t describe, a faintly tantalizing spark of…

Excitement.

She cringed at the reaction, and forced it all down, and just tried to focus on being still.

It’s fine, he thinks I’m asleep, that I wouldn’t wake up even if a stampede of elephants came through my room. He’s drunk, just…let him do what he needs to and he’ll go.

His hand trailed across her back, gripping her a little firmer, and slowly slid down, caressing her lower back. She shuddered slightly beneath him, his touch soft and unnervingly sensual. He drew invisible circles, passing lower and lower, until his fingers paused at the sheet across her lower back. He grasped it, and she felt him drawing it down.

No, Dad, what are you doing!

He pulled the sheet away, and her heart stuttered as she felt it slide over her legs, exposing her bare ass to him, panties still bunched wetly around her lower thighs. She caught his sharp intake of breath, his hand falling still.

He’ll realise, he’ll leave…

He breathed in deeply, then let it out in a shuddering breath, groaning softly. He breathed in again, and she knew he could smell her, smell her lust, the tangy musk of her sex thick in the air, her nectar soaking into the sheets, slick across her sweaty thighs.

“Oh Ellebear…” he murmured, breathing deeply again.

The sheet fell, and his fingers dropped to her soft, supple cheek, caressing it, feeling her smooth, milky skin. He gripped her gently, molding her large, plump rear beneath his fingers. He moaned softly, and she heard his hand moving around his cock again, slowly, rhythmically. He caressed so delicately, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to tense, trying to pretend she was anywhere else right now.

And trying desperately to ignore just how nice his fingers felt on her bare ass. His breathing came a little faster, as he ran his palm in circles, exploring her young body, trailing down to her thighs, meeting her bunched panties. She heard him groan as he felt them, rubbed them between his fingers.

“Oh, baby…you’re so wet…”

He slid back up, around her lower back and back down, his thumb edging into the cleft of her ass, slick with sweat and her juices. He moved slowly, but she felt him jerking faster as he groped his daughter. She bit her lip, breath scraping, pushing back against the tickle of arousal radiating from her molten slit as he caressed her. It burned so bright, shadowing the disgust, the revulsion, the wrongness trying so feebly to quell the fire. She knew he had to stop any second, that he’d sober up enough to realise what he was doing, that he’d pushed his luck too far.

Please, Dad, please…

But his fingers only grew bolder, brushing further into the cleft of her ass with each pass, edging so close to her quivering anus, to the burning heat of her wet slit. He tickled her lightly, brushing her downy curls of dark, matted hair.

Just another inch, and he’d brush the sensitive slickness of her hot sex, and it sickened her just how badly her body craved that touch. She buried her face in the pillow, praying that he’d stop. She couldn’t…she couldn’t enjoy this. She didn’t want this!

His fingers sunk into her pillowy ass and squeezed, gripping her plump cheek, and slowly spread her apart. She suppressed a whimper. She could feel his eyes, practically feel the drunken hunger in them as they devoured this shadowy glimpse of his daughter’s intimacy, staring at her exposed anus pulled wide in the darkness of the room.

Oh dad, no, don’t…don’t look at me like this…

“Oh…” he breathed in a soft moan, as he slid his thumb along the channel of her parted ass, and brushed it gently over the rippled star of her sensitive rosebud. A shiver ran through her, a gasp slipping through her lips, fingers clenching the sheets at the touch. He moved his thumb in slow circles, tickling her softly, rubbing the rosy brown ring of her rubbery hole again and again, as he murmured, “Oh, Ellebear, it’s so beautiful…just like Claire’s…”

The thought that her asshole was apparently as pretty as her mother’s barely registered. The impulse to squirm filled her, but she locked her body down. Why was he touching her…there, and why did it feel so…so…

Good.

His touch sent electric ripples through her, making her head spin, and she grit her teeth as she fought desperately not to react. His thumb pressed a little firmer, massaging her as he rolled it back and forth, and she could feel her pussy quivering with need. As if noticing, he moved his thumb down, sliding over her perineum to the parting of her nether lips. He hovered there, his breath scraping, as if fighting urges of his own.

Don’t… She pleaded silently. Don’t make me want this…

He lifted the thumb, and brushed it ever so softly over the puffy ripple of her dewy labia, poking from her smoldering slit. He brushed her downy hairs, and then felt her soft outer folds again, tracing the wrinkled ridges of light brown flesh. She bit her lip, not daring to close her legs.

He pushed his thumb into the soft flesh beside her vagina, and pulled, prying her lips apart, stretching her open. She suppressed a groan as she felt her young vulva pulled open with a wet shlick. Her scent was so strong, she could smell it through the pillow, and her father breathed her in deeply, and let out a shuddering breath.

“Oh, sweetheart, what are you doing to me? I can’t…can’t do this…”

He released her, but didn’t remove his hand. It hovered, trembling, and then slowly he began to rub her again, tickling her wet cleft with delicate strokes. Her head swum, her body tingling with a confusing mess of feelings and emotions. He groaned, pushing down harder, sliding his fingers over her slick entrance. She felt him jerking his cock again, harder than before, as he rubbed his daughter’s slippery lips, murmuring drunkenly, “Oh baby, you’re so wet. You need this, don’t you? You need…”

His fingers stopped, squished between her damp, hot thighs, so tantalizingly close to her throbbing clit. He drew them back, hovering over the sopping entrance of her tight vagina, and breathed in. He pushed lightly, parting her, slipping the tip of his finger into her tight grip.

No…no, Dad…

“Elle?” he breathed, as if sensing her. “Ellebear?”

She had to answer, had to tell him she was awake, had to stop this before it went any further, past the point where either could ever recover from it. It would be okay, nothing had really happened. She would tell him it was fine, that he was drunk, that she understood, that they’d forget about it.

But her lips wouldn’t move, she couldn’t move, and as she lay there helpless, her father’s fingers slipped into the wet, suctioning grip of her tight vagina. Her eyes bulged, her breath caught in her throat, body quivering. He began fingering her, rolling his wrist, roughly and clumsily delving into her, fingers squelching softly. She bit her lip, hating the pleasure sparking through her. He groaned, pounding away at his cock, fingers sinking deeper, exploring her tight canal. Her vaginal muscles wanted desperately to squeeze him, to contract and clench around his delving fingers, but she forced herself to relax, to be limp.

He couldn’t know. Oh God, if he knew she was aware of what he was doing, it would ruin him. It would ruin them.

You have to stop…you have to stop, please…

For a moment, he did, sliding his fingers free, but only to rub them over her splayed pussy instead. He roughly massaged her silky labia, fingers slippery, eager, driving between her thighs, closer to her throbbing clit.

Please stop… Please stop…

She could feel the arousal burning, feel the sparks of undeniable pleasure as a low swell of ecstasy began to wrap its luxurious tendrils around her quivering body, forcing any lingering threads of shame and disgust further away. She felt hot, flushed, her skin tingling, her head spinning.

She was going to cum. She could feel it.

No…I can’t… I can’t cum to my dad…anything but that…

And then he drew his fingers back, and she almost breathed a sigh of relief. She lay there, breathing hard, hoping the pillow was muffling her breaths. Her father was silent a moment, and then she heard the soft sucking, the wet lap of his tongue. He was sucking on his fingers. He was tasting her.

Oh Dad…no…

“Mmm, Ellebear, you taste…oh fuck…of fuck…” He was silent a moment. “Maybe…maybe just a little taste…she won’t know… She won’t know…”

And then she felt him move, shuffling about as he climbed onto the bed, the frame creaking. His hands to fell to either side of her legs, and after a stunned moment she realised what he was about to do.

Oh no, no…no…no, Dad you can’t…

She felt his hot breath on her bare skin, his stubble tickling her cheek. He straddled her legs, rough fingers sliding over the soft globes of her plump ass. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her, and slowly parted her. Her heart pounded furiously.

She had to stop him, she couldn’t let him…

His breath whispered over her skin, and she shivered, moaning breathlessly into the pillow as she felt it puff against the sensitive channel of her parted ass, tickling her quivering rosebud.

“Oh El…my little angel…”

And then his lips were on her, kissing her spread rump. His tongue slithered out, sliding wetly over the delicate, rubbery ripples of her tight brown hole. She tensed involuntarily, sphincter clenching, and a squeak slipped past her lips.

No…

He didn’t seem to notice, just licked her again, and again, hungrily swirling his tongue wetly over her tight orifice, planting sloppy kisses over the trembling flesh as she pushed her head into the pillow. Her mind clouded with a warring blend of confusion and lust and disgust, even as her body reveled in the strange pleasure spurred by her father’s tongue as it devoured her delicate anus. He groaned drunkenly, burying his face between her damp cheeks as he lewdly frenched her puckered anus. It was driving her crazy. No one had ever done that to her, and she wanted to like it so badly, and she had to constantly remind herself whose tongue it was.

He started trying to gently pry her legs apart, and she tensed them, fighting as much as she could without it being obvious, but he only pushed harder, sliding her damp panties down to her knees. He parted her thighs, giving himself room to move his head lower, breathing hard against her sensitive flesh as he slid his splayed tongue down over her perineum.

No, Dad, please, think about what you’re doing…

It slipped across her dewy labia, lapping gently at her delicate folds. He moaned softly, and jammed his tongue inside her, forcing himself deep into her wet pussy.

And the last of her resistance flickered away, and she moaned into the pillow, her head clouded by lust, as her father roughly tongued her desperately needy sex. He drove his tongue in deep, delving into her tight canal, writhing against her silky canal. He sucked furiously, his rough hands gripping her ass as he buried his face in her. His nose wedged against her asshole as he ate her, lapping with big wet licks.

It took everything she had not to react, not to gasp or moan or writhe. A furious arousal burned through her, incredible pleasure radiating along every nerve, sending her lust-addled mind into a dazed fugue. Her legs quivered, body trembling against her will, but her father was far too consumed to notice.

She bit her tongue hard, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt those delicious tendrils of an approaching orgasm slowly grasp her, guiding her towards release. Rational thoughts and protests bombarded her mind, but all they did was bounce ineffectually off that beautiful haze.

It’s…it’s fine, it’s not like anyone will ever know. He’ll never find out I know. God, he’s so drunk he probably won’t even remember. It’ll just be my little secret.

It was just his tongue. She could just let it happen, let her father lick her to orgasm.

And maybe even…enjoy it.

Oh, Dad… Yes…

He lapped at her ferociously, driven by drunken hunger, his slippery tongue exploring her silky wet depths with unashamed relish, grinding over her delicate labia again and again, slurping at her flowing juices.

She couldn’t take it much longer, she was going to…

With one final lick, he lifted his head from her wet snatch. She whimpered softly into the pillow, silently begging him to continue. He licked noisily at his lips, hands still spreading her cheeks roughly.

“Oh, my sweet girl, I need you so bad…”

He mumbled something else she didn’t catch, and he squeezed her supple ass again, before letting her go. She felt him move, felt him sitting up, straddling her legs.

He’s done…he’s going…

And then she felt him move up, sliding his knees upwards as he leant over her.

“Oh, Ellebear, I need this…I…I need you. Just a little.”

Her eyes shot open as she felt something soft and hard poke her upper thigh, felt the smooth firmness nudge its way towards her molten slit.

“Just a little,” he mumbled again, his hand moving between his legs as he straddled her thighs, “just the tip…she won’t know…she won’t know…”

No… Was the only pathetic resistance her numbed mind could muster. Her breath came ragged into the pillow as her mind screamed at her body to move, to throw him off, but something else continued to hold her in place, something that swirled delightfully within her crotch.

His fingers, his tongue, they were one thing, but she couldn’t let this happen…

She couldn’t…

Could she?

He guided himself between her legs, and she felt her dad’s hot, rigid, member slap down softly between her soft cheeks. It was so warm, so hard as it throbbed against her parted ass. He slid up and down, groaning softly as his shaft brushed her, and then he slid down, bringing the spongy head of his cock to rest against the entrance to her sopping vagina. He swayed gently, breathing hard above her.

Maybe…maybe she could. No one had to know…

He moved in slowly, gently nudging her engorged labia aside, slipping his glans into her wet, silky grip. She whimpered into her pillow, a ripple of erotic fire shuddering through her.

Oh God, did she…did she want this?

He ground the soft head of his cock up and down as he rocked, groaning softly, and then began nudging it back and forth, in and out of her suctioning grasp. He wrapped his fingers around his length, and jerked himself slowly, keeping only his bulbous head tucked inside her tight slit.

It’s fine…it’s fine…it’s fine…it’s just a little, no one will ever know…

Every little nudge of his soft head sent ripples of pleasure radiating through her body.

“Oh, El… I just need…just a little…just a little more…one more inch…”

One more…one more can’t hurt…

He leant into her, moving his hand from his cock to the bed beside her. He pushed into her, gently parting her slippery pussy as he sank another inch, holding himself within her snug entrance. He rocked back and forth, groaning softly, pushing his sensitive head in and out of her wet tightness.

Oh, God…Dad…yes…

And then the sheet slipped beneath his hand, his arms went out from beneath him, and with a grunt, he collapsed atop her, burying six inches of his thick, rigid cock into her snug hole.

Pleasure exploded through her body in a wave, her body tensing as shock seized her. Her mouth opened wide, breath catching, her eyes bulging, hands tightening to claws against the sheets as he filled her so suddenly, stretching her wet, slippery pussy around his thick meat. He groaned, breathing hard against her neck, his weight pressing against her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing his invading member as it pulsed and throbbed within her.

Oh God…oh…Dad…

He was inside her. Fuck, his entire cock, or most of it, was inside her. She couldn’t deny, couldn’t pretend it was anything other then what it was.

She was having sex with her father. And even though she could tell herself it was non-consensual, that he had entered her entirely against her will…

She wanted more. Oh God, her clit was throbbing with need, the pleasure consuming her. Her wet cunt squeezed him, silky inner walls molding around his gloriously firm shaft, gripping him tightly, suctioning him in.

She needed him.

He groaned again, as if coming to his senses. “Fuck…oh fuck…oh Elle…”

He struggled to push himself up, sliding his cock free from her snug grip, until only his bulbous head remained buried between her soft lips. The sudden emptiness sent a pang through her, a hollowness that burned to be filled.

He breathed hard, hovering above her. “E…el… Baby, are you…”

He stroked her hair again softly. This was her chance, all she had to do was stir, to act like she was waking up, and he’d leave.

But she didn’t want him to leave. God, she wanted him…needed him back, needed his thick, warm cock back inside her. She moaned gently, as if in her sleep, and parted her legs, snuggling into the pillow.

Come on… Fuck me, Dad…

“Oh, sweetheart…” He sunk gently back into her, into her molten depths, her slippery, satiny sex enveloping him again. She shut her eyes, moaning softly into the pillow as her body shuddered, her legs trembling. She forced everything away, out of her mind, except those beautiful surges of pleasure coursing through her young body. She was so sopping wet, so slick with desire that he slid right in, and he didn’t stop until she felt his stomach pressing into her ass, and she knew he was fully embedded within her. He stroked her hair, tangling his fingers between it and holding her, and began thrusting gently, gliding clumsily in and out.

Oh God, Dad, yes!

It was so hard not to move, not to moan, not to writhe and buck back into him. She had no idea how he could possibly think she was still asleep, but she didn’t care. He groaned above her, his breath hot on her bare skin, and collapsed on top of her, grinding into her. His weight was so comforting atop her, his warm skin on hers, his bulging cock stretching her teenage slit. She bit her lip hard, and tried to clench her vaginal muscles, squeezing him. He grunted, and drew back, lifting his ass and sliding his knees apart, and began fucking her again, driving his cock roughly into her with wild, deep strokes. She was so juicy, so slick, she could hear the soft squelch of his thrusts, the slap of his thighs against the soft flesh of her ass.

She opened her mouth and bit the pillow, muffling the groan she couldn’t hold back. She was trembling, hot, the glorious swell of euphoric desire swelling within her, driven closer to release each time his wild thrusts ground her throbbing clit against the bed. She couldn’t take it, she was going to…oh God, her Dad was about to make her…

He groaned loudly, collapsing atop her again and driving his thick cock in to the hilt, burying himself within her snug grasp. That glorious coalescing of sexual energy peaked and rippled, shuddering through her, and then released in a sudden wave, seizing her young body in a tempest of sudden ecstasy.

It didn’t come crashing, thank God, she didn’t know how she would have hid that, but instead radiated stunningly through her body, and she bit the pillow hard, whimpering as she came, trying not to cry, to scream, to move.

She was so caught up in her orgasm she barely noticed him groan and shudder and grunt, “Shit…gonna…cum…”

A vague sensation of alarm filled her, but it only got washed away by the euphoric haze seizing her, consuming her.

Her father wrenched back suddenly, sliding free and slapping his quivering cock wetly between her parted cheeks. He panted hard, his hands on her, mumbling. “Oh baby…I just need to…”

He grabbed his cock, pointing it down at her, shoving it between her soft cheeks. She felt his slick, spongy glans press against her delicate, quivering anus. She moaned at the touch.

And then he leant into her, and the pressure against her tight ring built, and her eyes sprung open, sudden clarity piercing the orgasmic veil shrouding her.

No…he’s not going to…no, no, no, no…Dad!

He grunted, pushing, thrusting hard against her. She gasped, tensing, as a sharp pressure dug into her soft ass. She felt her tight ring contract, clenching, resisting him. He suddenly felt so large, so enormous against her tiny virgin rosebud.

“Ugh…come on Ellebear…let me in…daddy needs to…”

She grit her teeth. No…no way… It’s fine…he won’t fit…there’s no way, he’ll give up…

But he was so slick with her nectar, and he’d slobbered her up, loosened her with his tongue.

And he wasn’t giving up.

He jammed his cock down, putting his entire weight against her, groaning. She clenched hard, breath scraping past her teeth as she fought him, fingers clawing at the sheets as the pressure morphed into a sharp pain.

But something in her didn’t want to fight.

She warred with it, her head growing cloudy, and for a brief moment her concentration faltered, and that tiny part of her relented, barely for a moment, even as she opened her mouth in a panic to finally say, “Da-”

But only a squeak came out, and her tight hole loosened just a little, and the soft head of her father’s huge, rigid cock forced its way into her virgin anus. Her sphincter dilated around his bulbous head, sucking him in, and just as suddenly contracted tight around his girth, but it was too late. He sunk into her with a groan, spearing her, burying himself in her tight rectum.

Pain shot through her ass, breaking through her cloud of lust, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as she would have guessed. Her hands dug into the sheets, her eyes bulging as he forced himself deep inside her, into the soft, warm tunnel, where no man had ever been. Her anal muscles clenched and spasmed, seizing his thick, throbbing shaft, trying to force him out.

“Oh God…” he gasped, pressing himself against her, hips bucking. Through a daze of pain and discomfort and deep, unusual pleasure, she felt his cock twitch and throb within her ass, and felt the sudden deluge of his release, as hot cum spurted into her rectum. He groaned, pumping his seed into her, filling the tight cavity of her virgin ass with pulse after pulse.

She lay there sucking breath, her throat convulsing for breath as she shuddered, trembling beneath him as he bucked against her. His rough hands were in her hair, his breath hot on her skin. She grit her teeth, trying desperately to relax, to stop fighting.

And eventually, it worked. Her anal muscles relaxed, and as her father breathed heavily atop her, cock twitching and pulsing within her, she unclenched her teeth. Her ass burned with pain, but it wasn’t unbearable, and she felt the discomfort fading. And beneath it, welling from somewhere deep within, came something new. A warm, strange sensation that slowly filled her, and she sighed, exhausted.

She couldn’t tell how long he lay atop her, his thick cock embedded, the tight grip of her sphincter hugging the thick base of his shaft as her velvety muscles rippled and squeezed. He groaned softly, swaying, holding her tight, and a small, tender smile slipped across her lips. She shut her eyes, savouring the warm embrace. She wasn’t even minding his anal violation. It all just felt…good. His weight, his cock, plugging the torrent of warm seed filling her. He throbbed within her, filling her with an overwhelming sensation of absolute fullness.

She felt…complete.

I love you, Dad…

Eventually, she had no idea how long, his cock grew soft, and he groaned and pried himself from her, their skin sweaty and sticky. He slipped from anal embrace, and she cooed into the pillow as her gaping asshole shrunk back to its normal size. He kneeled behind her, breathing hard, then climbed off the bed. He tottered there a moment, then leant over, brushing her hair. He planted a soft kiss on her cheek, and she smiled.

“Oh Ellebear…”

And he stumbled from the room, closing the door behind him.

She lay there breathing softly, her flushed, sweat-slicked body tingling all over. She could feel her father’s thick cum seeping out of her tormented asshole and running into her splayed sex, but she was too exhausted to even move. She moaned softly, squeezing her burning asshole, and felt more globs of cum slide over her sloppy wet slit, glazing her engorged labia.

Oh God, what did we just do? How could he… How could I…

But she couldn’t even bring herself to feel bad, to feel shame or revulsion or anything else that she should have. All she felt was…happy.

With a dazed smile still clinging to her lips, and her father’s seed still bubbling out of her raw anus, Eleanor fell into a deep, peaceful asleep.