Fathers Fucking Daughters Ch. 01

My daughter came into my room on Saturday, at 7 a.m. She was getting married early in the evening. I took a good look at her. She was sexy, exciting, seductive. And beautiful, radiant, like all brides.

And with a big smile and a lot of calmness, Sherry pulled, climbed up and took off her short dress, which already had the zipper all open for this.

Not limiting just stand before me in just a bra and panties, as she did for a few seconds after taking off her dress – a small white bra and a also white bikini, that was the least that could be required of a lingerie. Without haste, inhibition, or modesty, she opened and dropped the bra to the floor. Releasing her delicate, firm and delicious breasts. The pink, swollen nipples thrill any man who sees them.

Soon, she worked also the panties.

Lowering it at the hips, going down her thighs, flinging it down at feet, going to keep her bra company.

Sherry, entirely naked, stood still, letting me see her body.

A slender body, perfect anatomy and well sculpted, of a beautiful and hot woman. The perky breasts, narrow waist, beautiful thighs, well-defined ass, and the impeccable looking pussy, the well-trimmed golden hair, the high pubis and the slit – ah, my daughter’s vertical cut, lovely sexual opening! – a beautiful cunt. A warm, fleshy pussy, that my cock knew and enjoyed so well.

My little girl, more than my daughter, was my lover.

Showing off her beautiful body, Sherry teased me, asking proudly:

– How did you, little daddy, and mommy, manage to generate a hot woman like this?

– I always wonder that, little daughter. Mom and I never imagined that you would be such a beautiful and sensual woman,” I admitted, pulling my hard cock out of my pajamas and stroking it with my right hand, observing my daughter’s beautiful anatomy, displayed in her naked body.

Seeing my cock – me lying in front of her, masturbating – Sherry smiled and languidly lay down beside me, purring and whispering like a sly kitten.

Kissed me, on the mouth, took my hand away from my cock and started – now with her very skillful and agile, soft and warm hand – to give a soft, delicate, erotic and incestuous massage on my dick.

For me, loving father and man, male of the species, that quiet masturbation, on a cool Saturday morning, by my daughter’s delicious hand, would be enough for me. Would be sufficient to make me enjoy a great pleasure.

But Sherry didn’t think so.

Was her wedding day. The great day in her life. The realization of her nature as a woman, to be united with her man. To be a wife, a lover, a mother.

She wanted more.

To give me full sex. Total love.

I wanted it too. She was my daughter, we were going to have – there, in my bed, with her naked – the great gift of her marriage.

Of course, at no time did we – she or I – worry or think that we shouldn’t be doing this. That it would be wrong. Inconvenient.

We didn’t think. Just did it. Gave flow to our instincts.

At the end, she was only my daughter, she wasn’t married yet.

A daughter whore, many would say. A tramp. She was about to get married and was lying in bed with another. Fucking her father. Cheating on her fiancé, almost already her husband.

Prostitute.

Others would agree. Arguing that a daughter, when marrying, should give her father everything she has, and make him enjoy the heyday of his sexuality.

We didn’t think about moral concepts, or about consequences. We liked to fuck and that was all.

So, I didn’t take any action. She came into my room in the morning. She was getting married in the evening and wanted to fuck me. I did nothing to stop her from taking off her clothes, lying down, kissing me, putting her hand between my legs and stroking my big hard cock.

As I said, she was fast, her fingers nimble, and soon after lying down, she already had the stiff shaft of my penis all over her hand, gently deployed it up and down, from the tip, to the base. Giving me a delicious handjob.

Sherry, my engaged daughter, masturbated my cock, I kissed her beautiful breasts and kept my hand between her thighs, squeezing her delicious pussy.

Then, my lovely daughter went with her mouth to my cock. Softly, tenderly, she nibbled a little the glans. Then, she put the whole thick cock in her mouth. She swallowed my hard dick and sucked it hard. And playing with my balls.

As she did this, in a delicious tasting of my cock with her mouth, Sherry turned her body a little and spread her thighs, very separating her legs, well aparteds, making her pussy very visible and available for me to see and reach with my hand.

I kept enjoying her open sex and couldn’t help myself. She had her legs wide open and I stuck my fingers in. I kept moving them around inside my daughter’s pussy.

I kept enjoying her open sex and couldn’t restrained myself. She had her legs wide open and I stuck my fingers there. I put them all in her. I kept moving them around inside my daughter’s pussy.

She relaxed, pulled back a little and opened her thighs even more, allowing my fingers easier access to her. Into her sex. I looked and enjoyed with pleasure: I had four fingers inside her pussy. And I was moving them. In and out. Fucking her with my fingers. As she sucked on my long cock.

The crack was well dilated, wide open, I could see my fingers buried in it, moving in and out of the tantalizing orifice that I had already fucked very much.

Invaded between her legs by my fingers, my daughter couldn’t stop milking my cock with her mouth. Shoving my hard sexual organ deep down her throat and back again, in a continuous motion that almost made me cum.

Before that, however, she stopped. She didn’t let me cum.

Although she liked to receive my cum in her mouth and enjoyed the aroma and taste of cum, having already done it to me a hundred times, this time she intended differently. She wanted more.

Pulled out my cock and now with her mouth free to speak, she said:

– Come inside me, dad. I need your cock like this. Fuck me!

And, getting ready, she adopted a position on the bed so that she was lying on her back, with her legs wide open, her pussy open, waiting for my cock.

I lay on top of her, repeating a ritual that was old between us, my hard cock reaching and sliding all the way into her vagina.

I buried my cock and I did a fuck, delicious, hot, authentic, complete, cumming and spurting my cum into her pussy.

For several minutes, we just gasped and mumbled disconnected things, my hard cock pounding hard against her sweet, hot pussy. My daughter’s sexy, burning, dirty, naughty pussy.

She had orgasms, two, intense ones. I cum. I shot a strong load of my seminal shots deep inside, flooding her pussy. I soaked her vagina.

And we lay there, hugging, smiling.

Until she got up, got dressed, went to eat, because she needed to be ready and full of energy for the marathon she had to face, to get ready to be beautiful, radiant, perfumed, made up (and well fucked) for her wedding ceremony.

I will lead her, down the nave of the church, to the altar, where I will hand her over to the groom, to make official and sacramental the formation of the new couple and family.

A trusted friend, to whom I told this affair in confidence, revealing the incestuous past between my daughter and me, immediately asked me – as the readers will also surely do – what happened between us when she returned from the honeymoon.

A beautiful story, full of horniness and sex, which I will tell in another chapter, if you wish.