sexstories.com

Introduction:

I met a girl on the sex stories site, and we started to chat. Neither of us had the slightest idea of where it would lead.

Author's note: Apologies to anyone who read the originally-posted (and incomplete) version of this story. There was a severe formatting issue, caused by the site not liking greater-than and less-than symbols in the text, that resulted in an incomplete version of the story being published, an error which I didn't catch until recently. It's now been fixed. Enjoy!

I'd been getting annoyed while watching porn, that was how it started. I still liked looking at the girls getting fucked, but their horrible acting and obviously fake moans really started getting on my nerves after a while. I started getting off to still images instead, just like I'd had to do back when I'd been a teenager, before internet porn had become a thing. Some pictures I found online, others I snapped for myself by taking screenshots from my favourite scenes. With the video aspect removed it made it so much easier to imagine any scenario I wished; in my mind, my pretty little porn starlets always did exactly what I wanted, however I liked! It wasn't long before my fantasies started becoming more and more taboo, leaning heavily towards stuff that would have been illegal if it was real; coercion, incest, rape, bestiality... the more forbidden, the better they made me cum. I was having so much fun with the little stories I kept telling myself, I decided to try looking for other people's stories, online. That's when I found the sex stories site, and everything changed.

It was like a cornucopia of smut! I'd thought my fantasies had been pretty out there... but just seeing the theme titles on display cured me of thinking that! It was overwhelming, I didn't know where to begin... I picked one at random from the front page, and started to read. It turned out to be a daddy-daughter incest story, and my God was it ever hot! I had to stop half-way through, and I swear I came harder than I had in years! I went back to reading just as soon as I was done, and by the time I finished I was shockingly hard as a rock once more! I put my laptop aside and lay down in bed, closing my eyes and replaying my favourite story beats in my head, rapidly stroking my cock. The girl in the story had been described as petite, with wavy red hair and firm, C-cup breasts... exactly my type, just like my ex-wife. And, more to the point, just like Astrid, too; my own teenage daughter, who at that very moment was laying in her bed just down the hall!

I don't know what fluke of fate had landed me on that particular story. For all the incest fantasies I'd been telling myself recently, they'd all been very general, or focused around one of my favourite porn starlets whose picture I'd been jacking off to at the time. I'd never once considered my own daughter in that role... but something about the way that story had been written, the way the mutual seduction between daddy and daughter had seemed so believable, made it impossible for me to imagine anyone else! I came all over my own chest, imagining my beautiful, perfect baby girl straddling my hips and enthusiastically riding my cock, giving me her virginity just like the girl in the story had done!

I crawled my way out of bed and into the shower, ashamed of myself. She was my daughter! I couldn't think of her like that! But neither could I deny how phenomenally thoughts of her pleasuring my cock had just made me cum! I let the water pour over my face, trying to think. There wasn't really anything wrong with it, I eventually decided. Not as long as it was only ever thoughts. I could never, ever act on them, obviously! Not that Astrid would ever let me anyways, not like that girl in the story. But as long as it was only ever a fantasy, where was the harm? I was still feeling somewhat guilty about it even so... but not enough that I wasn't going to try repeating the experience, the following night!

I was hooked from that moment on, and I quickly became much more familiar with the site. That first author only had two other stories published, and though I eagerly read them both neither did it for me the way that first one had. I branched out, trying different authors and subjects, and experienced varied success. Some were excellent... but others, frankly, read like they'd been written by elementary school dropouts! But then one night, after I'd just finished cumming but wasn't quite ready for bed yet, I decided it was time I checked out the forum. Once again I felt somewhat overwhelmed, but this time I'd been expecting it. I absently browsed, occasionally peeking into a topic that seemed interesting, but mostly just skimming titles and checking out the forum avatars of all the women I found. I was surprised—the general rule for the internet is always 'male until proven innocent', but as far as I could tell it seemed as though the vast majority of these 'women', actually were! It made sense, once I thought about it... women had always been more literary in their porn tastes, and men more visual. Harlequin romances had existed as far back as I could remember, long before I'd started stealing pages from the underwear and bathing suit sections of my mother's old Sears catalogues and hiding them under my mattress. There were still a distressing number of dick-pics, of course... but not in nearly the proportion as I'd expected to see based on experience from the rest of the internet.

I then clicked on a thumbnail that completely took my breath away as the full-size image jumped up on my screen; she was naked, angling the photo down at herself from above and just barely cropping out her eyes, with the most adorable, mischievous smirk on her full red lips. She was a redhead, and skinny, with pale skin, a cute little ass, and full, perky tits... She was incredible! But it was only as I scanned her bio that I truly gasped; it said she was from the same tiny town of only two thousand people as I was! I could hardly believe it! She was twenty-one, just a few of years older than Astrid was, and straight... but that was all the information she had provided about herself. I clicked around a little bit, checking out her recent postings, needing to know more about this girl—it didn't help much. It was a lot of 'totally!' and 'I agree!', with hardly anything that would give me a real sense of her personality at all. In her signature, however, there was a link back to the sex stories site... jackpot! She was an author herself, not just a reader! Ten stories, and from the titles and descr*ptions... girl and teacher; girl scout selling cookies; babysitter making extra money; daddy seducing daughter; daughter seducing daddy; daughter teasing daddy and daddy teaching her a lesson; daddy getting drunk and coming into daughter's bed by mistake; daddy giving a spanking and fucking as punishment for sneaking out; daddy and daughter sharing a sleeping bag when camping; daughter sneaking into daddy's hotel room at night while he was chaperoning a school trip. Yeah, somebody definitely had a favourite type of fantasy, that was for sure!

I picked the first one chronologically, figuring I should start at same place she had, and began to read. It was the one about the babysitter, earning extra cash by giving the father a blowjob as he drove her home. God, it was hot! She'd labelled it as fiction, not diary or true story, but it was just so visceral, so real seeming, I could easily believe it to be true. I read the whole thing with my hand on my cock, not trying to get off yet, just maintaining the thick, throbbing erection her words had given me. I copied her profile image the moment I was done, saving it to my spank-bank folder and expanding it to fill my screen. Fuck me, she was a hot little piece of ass! I wished I could see her entire face, but I could just imagine those gorgeous, cock-sucking lips wrapped around my shaft, bobbing eagerly up and down, my hand cupping that spectacular little ass as she got up onto her knees on her seat, just like in the story she'd written. I tried not to let myself this time... but she just looked so similar to Astrid I couldn't help but let thoughts of the two of them merge in my mind, grunting and bucking my hips as I flooded a tissue with cum.

I sat back against my headboard, thinking as I recovered—I rolled out of bed and dropped to the floor, doing a quick twenty push-ups to make my chest and biceps pop. You could hardly say I was a gym rat, but I'd always kept myself in shape, even more so since the divorce. I grabbed my phone and moved over to the wall, snapping a few quick selfies in emulation of her own. A bit of cropping, cutting out my eyes and allowing just a hint of pubes but no actual cock, and I was ready. Or nearly so, at least. First, there was the matter of my profile. I picked a random Daddy-like cartoon image as an avatar, and said I was from Alberta, but didn't include the name of our town. Let her know I was close by if she looked me up, I figured, but not so close that proximity itself would risk scaring her off. All that being sorted, it was finally time. I wrote her a message telling her how much I'd just enjoyed her babysitter story, as well as her profile picture, and that fair being fair I figured that meant she was entitled to see one of me in exchange. I re-read what I'd written several times over, trying to see it from her perspective and hoping I was treading the line of being flirtatious without being creepy. Fingers crossed, I clicked the button to send—the die was now cast.

I set aside my laptop and phone, laying back in bed and closing my eyes, wondering who she was. Astrid would know, I was sure; even with the age gap between them, and my mystery girl having graduated years before, the local high school wasn't that big, and redheads always stood out, especially to each other. Not that I could ever ask her, of course. No, if I was going to learn the identity of my mystery girl, I was going to have to do it the hard way; by seducing her into telling me herself! I just hoped I would get the chance, that my message would provoke a response, and open up a door. I sighed heavily, tossing and turning with worry and hope, visions of that amazing, sexy little body dancing through my mind as I fitfully drifted off to sleep.

The next day at work was torture, waiting to get home, hoping I would have a reply waiting for me when I did. It was all I could manage to feign normalcy over dinner with Astrid before retreating to the privacy of my room... Success! And not only had my mystery girl thanked me for the compliments, but she'd given out a few of her own—she'd even flirtatiously bemoaned the fact that the picture had cut off where it did! Maybe more importantly still, she'd asked if I'd be willing to give her more detailed feedback on the story I'd read, to tell her what it was I liked most, and if there was anything I thought she could have done better. That was it, my opportunity to strike up a proper conversation! But first... down to the basement I went, rooting around in my tools until I found where I'd last left my tape measure. I was already at more than half-mast just from reading her message and thinking about her, and once I was back in my room with the door safely locked, her photo up on my screen, it didn't take me long to get the rest of the way there. I lined up the tape and took the picture aiming down, clearly showing off my full nine inches, thick, hard, and ready for her. But that was where I stopped, leaving myself straining and eager, as I re-read her first story and wrote out the feedback she'd asked for. It was a hell of a struggle, trying to find anything to criticize... but I went into exhaustive detail about what I liked most, and why, and told her the photo I was sending this time was proof of just how much I liked it. I told her how much I was looking forward to reading her other stories, as well—but that I was planning to limit myself to only one every few nights, to make them last. Only then, after I'd sent my message on its way, did I allow myself to finish getting myself off to her. Or, more accurately, to the strange mixture of her and Astrid that thinking of her conjured in my mind. Either way, I got off imagining myself filling that tight, wet little pussy as she begged me for my hot daddy cum!

It was no easier on me the following day. I banged one out that morning before getting into the shower, the same as I normally did, but from almost the moment I'd finished cumming I was able to think of little else but her. I sighed audibly with relief as I was finally able to sit down with my laptop that night, and saw the notification of her message waiting.

{Fuck me!} She'd written. Text never carries inflection very well, but I was pretty sure from context that was meant as an expression of surprise and admiration, not actually a request. {You're fucking huge! I doubt my tiny little pussy would even be able to make you fit... but I sure would enjoy trying my best! Assuming that really is you, that is. Prove it to me? *Kiss*} She'd included a new picture of herself, straight on this time, and from closer in. I still couldn't see anything above her lips, which she was lasciviously licking, but she was pulling on her thick, succulent looking nipple, stretching it toward the camera for me, and had written my username in bright red lipstick across the upper slopes of her tits!

Hmmm... how to do as she'd asked? Do my own version of what she'd done? It would work... but it didn't feel quite right, not creative enough, to outright copy her like that. I thought about it some more, and grinned wickedly as I figured it out. I ducked back into the hall, Astrid's music through her door confirming that she was tucked safely away inside, as I returned downstairs to my office with my laptop in hand. It took longer than it should have to convince my printer that my laptop actually existed, but I eventually came away with a full-colour copy of her newest picture for my troubles. I scrawled a 'to' and 'from' across the top and bottom, along with our respective usernames, then hurried back upstairs. What I wouldn't have given to be fucking my cock between those full, perfect tits for real! But just the image of her was enough to do the trick, and I decorated her with a big, pearly white tribute, snapping a pic of it along with my freshly spent but still-hard cock. I wrote to her extensively complimenting her breasts and telling her how good they had just made me cum, and asking if she would send me a picture of that 'tiny little pussy' she'd mentioned next.

That was pretty much how it went for the next little while, trading messages and photos every night while I slowly treated myself to the rest of her stories. It wasn't long before we started to chat in real time as well, soon moving over to a private discord server she set up for us. I was hoping that would lead to audio, or maybe even video chats as well... but she was still too shy and secretive of her identity for that. Even limited to text, we often went long into the night. We flirted, shared fantasies of what we wanted to do to one another... and described in detail what we were busy doing to ourselves while imagining it! We learned just about everything there was to know about each other, everything except our actual identities. I knew her parents were divorced, that she blamed her mom, and that in the intervening years she'd come to love her Dad in ways she was terrified to admit. Her stories were her way of working through it, of admitting her feelings for him where it was safe, where no one would ever know. She even admitted to me that she was still a virgin—which I flat out hadn't believed at first, given how convincingly she described sex in her stories, but she assured me it was true. Her ability to write it like that apparently came just from reading other people's stories on the site, coupled with regular exploration with her fingers. She said it was her regular habit before bed, to help her fall asleep (which had shifted to several times in a row, now that she'd started doing it with me, instead of just the once she used to be satisfied with on her own) but she insisted that she'd never done anything with an actual boy, before. She wasn't sure she wanted to cross that bridge. It was clear she was still hopelessly hung up on her own father... but she admitted that she'd never been as tempted by anyone else as she was by me, even if she wasn't ready to actually do anything about it but to keep chatting and mutually masturbating together. At least not yet.

She knew my secrets, too; that I had a daughter only a few years younger than she was, who I was finding myself increasingly drawn to, but that it was a desire I was determined to never, ever act on, knowing she could never feel the same way. It was ironic, really, that we both found ourselves in the exact reciprocal situations, and had somehow found each other as well. The solution was clear, at least to me... but it was one I couldn't, and wouldn't, push. As tempted as she may have been by a replacement 'daddy' like me, one who was a sure thing not to reject her advance, or to shame her for her forbidden, incestuous desires... she still wasn't ready to give up on her hope of somehow taking her mother's place. It sucked... God, did it ever suck! But I could be patient. On some level, I think she understood; if she wasn't ready to give it up in person, she compensated by doing anything else she possibly could to make it good for me through chats and pictures. Anything I could think to ask her for, any scenario I wanted to roleplay together, she would agree to eagerly, no matter how slutty I wanted her to be—the sluttier the better, honestly, from the way she would react! Anything... except for showing me her full face, or giving me her actual name. I didn't mind anymore if she saw or knew mine... but she'd never asked, so I kept to the same rules she did, so she wouldn't feel unduly pressured to respond in kind. I was her 'Daddy', she was my 'Baby'. Maybe it was a little bit odd, not knowing each other's names... but we were making it work.

Everything was going swimmingly... until one fateful Friday night, when my life changed yet again. I retired to my room after supper and a bit of tv time with Astrid, anxious to see my mystery girl's newest photo. We'd worked out a system; turns out she had a real thing about having me send her dick-pics from public places, especially while I was at work. Nothing got her hotter than knowing I was sneaking off in the middle of the day, getting myself hard to thoughts of her before snapping a photo, then forcing myself unsatisfied back into my pants, waiting until we could be online together later that night! It was far from comfortable for me, to say the least... but it made her so happy, and she always replied in kind. She usually took her photos as soon as she got home from school, endlessly teasing her lovely little pink pussy but refusing to let herself cum until I could join her online and we could both get off together. This newest pic was a mirror-selfie, taken from over her shoulder in her bathroom to show off what she looked like from behind. God, she was sexy! She'd been so reluctant to show herself to me like that, dead certain that guys only liked big, juicy asses, not tiny little firm ones like hers. I'd had a devil of a time convincing her otherwise... but I'd grown up in a time when sixteen year old Eastern European supermodels had been considered the height of feminine beauty, and my preferences had been set early and hard. Eventually I'd gotten her to come around, gradually sharing more and more of herself until she'd finally allowed me to see her entire, cute little round ass in all it's spectacular, youthful glory! As reluctant as she'd been, she actually really got a kick out of it now, hearing about all the things I wanted to do to that cute, firm little butt!

She was really giving me a treat with that day's pic, putting her long, fiery red hair up into the most adorable little-girl pigtails, angling the photo so I could see all the way down to her slender little feet. I licked my lips with anticipation, my cock already stiffening as I stripped; I already knew our sexting that night would heavily feature those pigtails, as I imagined holding on tight and vigorously fucking her doggystyle! But that was when I saw it, the tiny little detail I'd nearly overlooked that suddenly had my blood running ice cold in my veins!

I was already naked, so I grabbed my robe from the hook on my door, rushing out into the hall and into the bathroom. There it was; the wonky little clay mug Astrid had made in a mommy-daughter pottery class when she'd been eight. The handle had long ago snapped off and gotten lost, the glaze was chipped and dulling, but there was no mistaking it; there couldn't possibly have been two just like it in the entire world, and it was right where I'd known it would be, holding Astrid's toothbrush just off to the corner of the sink, where it had just barely been caught in the frame of the photo she'd sent.

I stumbled against the counter, nearly loosing my footing. Astrid, my innocent little baby girl... not so innocent after all, it would seem. My mind struggled to come to grips, my conscience valiantly searching for some alternative explanation. There was none. I'd known it the moment I'd recognized that mug. My sexy little mystery girl, my submissive little 'Baby', who I'd been getting off with every night for months now... really was my own baby girl! How could I not have realized? I felt so stupid! But it was her age, of course. One simple little lie Astrid had told on an internet form, and it had allowed me to discount every sign and similarity. Every time something about one of her pictures had reminded me of my ex, I'd just thought of how lucky I was to find another girl who was so deliciously, perfectly my type! Not once had I ever considered that there might have been a genetic reason for that fact! God... I'd been well on my way to falling in love with her, just over texts and pictures!

That thought, those words, stopped me in my mental tracks. I paused... and returned silently to my room, hanging my robe back on its hook and taking my accustomed position with my laptop on my bed.

{Gorgeous as always, Baby!} I wrote, burning with guilt at what I knew I was about to do, but unable—or maybe just unwilling—to make myself stop. {I can't even tell you how much I want to take a nice, big bite out of that delicious little ass! I want to mark you up with my teeth!}

{I'd let you!} she replied almost instantly. {As long as you promise that isn't the only place you'd be putting your mouth! I've been creaming my panties all afternoon, staring at your dick—I want you to lick me clean, then shove it deep inside and make me cum!}

{Count on it!} I answered back. {But... before I do, there's actually a question that's kind of been burning a hole in my mind all day, if you don't mind?}

{Well that sounds ominous...} I could just picture her beautiful, impish little smirk as she typed that, laying in her bed just down the hall. {But shoot!}

{All these Daddy-daughter stories you write, and the roleplay we do... I just really want to know if you'd actually do it. No more fantasy, no more playing pretend, just for the moment... Being completely honest, if you somehow knew for sure that your dad wanted you as much as you want him... would you go through with it for real?}

I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I awaited her response, longer in coming than usual, but eventually it came through.

{That's quite a question! Honestly, I sat here for a minute thinking about whether I should tell you the truth or not... but I think after all this time together, I owe it to you. The fact is, I would. I hope that doesn't creep you out, or scare you off... I know we've just been playing pretend on that side of things, you and me, and you don't feel the same, when it comes to you and your own daughter. But... if I knew he really did want it the same way I do, I'd do it in a heartbeat!}

{Don't be so sure you know how I feel.} I replied. {If I knew—I mean absolutely, one hundred percent knew—that she wanted me that way...} I let the statement hang.

{Really?} she asked, and even through text I could almost hear her gasp of surprise. {You've never told me that before.}

{I guess it's been hard for me to admit, even to myself.} I wrote. {Tell me... if you knew it was really going to happen between you and him, and you could pick any way you wanted it... what would you choose? Not just for the fantasy of it... but if you knew it was really, really going to happen, just the way you ask for... how would you want it to go?}

{Hmmm... you're full of all the hard questions tonight!} she teased. {But I think, if I really had to pick one thing only... I think I'd want him to just come into my room, pin me down on my bed, and force me! I'd want to know that he just wanted me so, so much, he just couldn't resist even one second more! That he just had to have me, to take me, and make me his, regardless of anything I might have to say about it!}

{I think I can work with that.} I agreed, and we slipped easily into the fantasy together, describing every detail of what we were imagining doing to each other. I was hard as a rock... but for once I was stubbornly refusing to touch myself, even a little. Only after she had completely finished her second orgasm of the night did I lie and say that I was cumming, too. We continued typing for a few minutes after, the textual equivalent of after-sex pillow talk, then wished each other good night.

I stood, stretched a bit to work out any kinks I'd acquired while sitting, then dressed in my robe again and stepped out into the hall. I paused at her door, hand on the knob... but her answers to my questions had eroded whatever restraint I'd had left. I opened the door without knocking, and stepped inside.

“Dad?” Astrid gasped in surprise, her hand darting out from under her covers and snapping her laptop closed where it lay next to her in bed. She was laying on her front, and it didn't take a genius to know she'd just been playing with her sensitive little clitty in post-orgasmic bliss, while staring at the most recent picture of my cock. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong, sweetie,” I stepped closer, taking her laptop and setting it aside onto her desk. I leaned down to her, kissing her softly in her hair... then threw off her covers, letting my robe fall to my ankles as I climbed quickly up on top of her.

“Dad! What are you doing?” she squealed in shock and fright.

“Taking what's mine!” I growled, holding her with one hand on her shoulder blades, the other slipping into the back of her adorable, powder blue panties and yanking them to her knees, lining myself up between her soft, slender little thighs.

“Daddy, nooo-ohhh!” she gasped, as I pushed slowly but firmly inside. God, she was tight! But virgin or not, she was so warmed up and lubricated after just having made herself cum twice in a row already, I was confident she'd be able to take it. Stretching was still going to be an issue—I was resolved to remember that, and not let myself go too deep, or too fast, in the heat of the moment. But it was clear from the get that she took after her mother in more ways than just her looks; wetness was in no way going to be an issue! Dealing with the mess on the sheets afterwards, on the other hand...

She fought me, ineffectually trying to squirm and kick. I wasn't sure how much of that was for real, how much was purely reflex, and how much was just an act; even with my cock partly inside her now, proof positive of how much I wanted her, she was still too scared to admit the truth of how she felt. That was okay—for now, until she was ready, I could take care of everything myself. She eventually started coming to grips with it, or maybe she'd just given up—she was whimpering into her pillow, no longer trying to escape. That gave me a little more leeway, the freedom to take my hand from her shoulders, which I used to slide her sleep shirt up to her armpits. I'd have preferred to remove it completely, but that would have required her cooperation, which she wasn't yet ready to give. I laid down on top of her, careful to mostly support myself on my elbows, not wanting to risk crushing the poor little thing... but the new position allowed me to slip my hands in underneath her chest, grasping her perfect, full breasts, and squeezing tight!

“Oh, take it, baby!” I nuzzled aside her hair and purred into her ear, licking and nibbling her lobe. “Take Daddy's cock!”

“Daddyyy...” she breathed, somewhere between a whimper and a moan. There was no more talking after that. Sounds, yes; moans and grunts, her adorable little exhalations of air on every thrust of my cock, the slapping of my hips against her pert little ass, the squelching of her almost impossibly tight little pussy around my thick, rock-hard shaft. Yes, sounds aplenty—but not a word, from either of us. Not until her breathing started to quicken, and I could tell she was getting close.

“Daddyyy!” she squealed this time, almost a scream. She started to tremble beneath me, fighting to resist, refusing to let herself go.

“Do it, baby!” I demanded hotly into her ear. “Cum for Daddy! Be a good little girl, and make that pretty little pussy cream on Daddy's cock!”

She squealed again, finally surrendering herself in obedience to my command. Not that she really had much of a choice about it, by that point. I'd typed things like that to her so many times over the last few months, and she'd told me repeatedly afterwards how much she loved it, how much harder it always made her cum when I did. But this, hearing it live, breathed directly into her ear with my cock pounding ever slowly deeper inside of her... clearly, this was on a whole new level. Her orgasm lasted longer than I ever would have believed, and as it finally ebbed it took with it any remaining doubt or restraint; she spread her legs, as much as her panties around her knees would allow, lifting her cute, firm little ass, tilting her hips to better present herself for me. She lost the power of speech again, capable now of nothing but gasps, but the message of her body was clear, and one I was only too happy to follow. Something about cumming with me inside her really seemed to loosen her up more, too. I could hardly even believe it myself, but before much longer I'd managed to work myself the rest of the way inside; my perfect, beautiful little teenage daughter was taking all nine inches of her Daddy's thick and straining cock!

She was perfect, better than I ever could have dreamed! And the way she was gripping me, so tight, so wet, so hot, still pulsing around me as the residual aftershocks of her pleasure coursed randomly through her... it was like she'd been made to order for me, fitting me even better than her mother ever had! I cautiously started speeding up a little, testing her with a little more force behind my thrusts; she responded eagerly, moaning and panting, wordlessly urging me on, begging me for more. And God help me, I gave it to her. Little by little, more and more, I set reason aside and gave in to our mutual need... I felt like I was fucking her to within an inch of her life, pounding her deep and fast, bouncing her relentlessly down into the mattress below, the springs rebounding her back onto my cock just as hard.

There was no warning this time before she started to cum, and it hit her even harder than the last one had; she wailed to wake the dead, kicking and thrashing, keening slowly off into nothingness. Her mouth moved in silence, as if the pure, undiluted pleasure of it had robbed her of her memory of how to breathe! Instinct finally prevailed, a huge, shaking gasp filling her lungs, and she screamed again. And again. And yet again! Admittedly, I may have been a bit slow on the uptake, but that fourth one was enough to break through my sex-induced stupor and clue me in to what was happening. Her mother had been able to do this sometimes, to slip into a perpetual orgasm that would stubbornly refuse to relent until she finally felt me filling her with my cum. But even with that knowledge and experience behind me, still I was shocked; Astrid's mom had only been able to reach that state with both of us making a concerted effort to get her there, which generally meant at least a full hour of foreplay, followed by having a vibrating butt-plug up her ass and her favourite wand held against her clit, as I mauled her tits with my hands and fucked her pussy hard, fast, and deep. Astrid needing no additional toys was already impressive in and of itself, but the fact that she'd been able to get there on her first time having sex, purely by accident... I could hardly believe it, but I was determined to take advantage, to make it last as long as I could for her. Unfortunately, I'd already been getting close when she'd started again. I did my very best, holding out for another couple of minutes, but my daughter's perfect, constantly-orgasming pussy was simply more than I could resist.

“Take it, baby!” I grunted, my hips taking on a life of their own as I pounded in hard, timed instinctively to the pulsing of my cock. “Take Daddy's cum!”

“Daddyyy!” she squealed again, though how she'd gathered the breath for it with everything I was putting her through I'll never know. She seemed to rise to even greater heights, her back arching beneath me as she felt my hot, incestuous cum flooding into her. Thrust after desperate thrust I throbbed and pulsed, filling her, depositing my fatherly seed deep into her fresh, fertile young womb. I was breeding her, breeding my own teenage daughter... and she was loving it! Loving it every bit as much as I was myself!

My orgasm ebbed, and as I collapsed more fully onto her slender, sweat-slickened back, nuzzling against her neck, her own gradually followed suit. She looked like she'd run a marathon, exhausted and spent... but with an unmistakable, satiated smile quirking the corner of her lip. How had I never made the connection, before tonight? I'd spent so much time staring at those soft, seductive lips, the only bit of her face she would show me in her pictures. How had I never noticed those were the same lips sitting across from me at the dinner table, and kissing me on my cheek on her way out the door to school?

“You, little missy...” I breathed against her ear, kissing her softly. “Lied about your age.”

“Hunh?” she murmured back in obvious confusion, twisting what little she was able, looking back at me out of the corner of her eye. I could hardly blame her; I was still feeling pretty blown away myself, and men being men and women being women, I knew I'd been through barely a fraction of what she just had.

“Let me just ask you this, baby,” I said, softly kissing her cheek, then slipping my hands out from under her breasts and pushing myself up, gratified by the adorable little moue of disappointment she made at the emptiness I left behind as I knelt above her. “Does this look at all familiar, to you?”

She didn't get it yet, her brow furrowing cutely, but as she twisted further around beneath me I saw the very moment realization dawned in her eyes. It was completely covered in creamy white girl-cum, now, but even so; after so many late nights staring at pictures of it as we chatted and got off together, she could hardly help but recognize what she was seeing.

“It was you?” she gasped, her eyes growing wide. “This whole time?”

“It was...” I confirmed, nodding seriously. “But I didn't know it was you, not until tonight. Your latest picture... you caught your toothbrush mug in the frame, next to your sink. I almost didn't notice it, I was so distracted by your sexy little ass and legs... but once I saw it, I knew right away.”

“Oh my God! Daddy, I...” she began, but as I saw the shame, embarrassment and panic sweeping in behind her eyes, I stopped her right away.

“Hush, sweetie,” I murmured, a finger softly across her lips. “There's only one thing you need to say. Do you regret it, baby? Do you regret what I just did to you?” She chewed her lip, and it seemed an eternity before she responded, but she slowly, nervously shook her head.

“Me neither, baby. Not one little bit!” I leaned down again, and kissed her full and hard, straight on the lips!

“Mmph!” she gasped in surprise, but it lasted only a moment; she was on me then, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and back, pulling me tighter on top of her as she shoved her tongue deeply into my mouth. I responded eagerly in kind, leaning into her... but there was some sort of problem, she was squirming strangely beneath me. I tried to ignore it, to focus on everything that was good... but finally I had to sit up and look, and I couldn't help but laugh the moment I did. It was her panties, of course, still trapped around her knees and preventing her from spreading her legs around me the way she kept instinctively trying to. She frowned at me, mistakenly thinking I was laughing at her, not at the situation. But that was rectified easily enough; I stripped away the offending bit of fabric in a flash, blindly tossing them in the general direction of her hamper, and returned to my task. She giggled sweetly as I resumed our kiss, her knees now invitingly spread to either side of my hips, just as they should be. Her next bit of squirming, to rid herself the rest of the way of her sleep shirt and send it to join her panties, she was able to accomplish without my assistance.

We kissed for a long, long time, long enough that my body was starting to send me some rather insistent signals once again. But as tempted as I was, I knew we needed to have at least some semblance of a conversation, first. I lifted my head, looking deeply into her eyes. Her brilliant, beautiful, bright green eyes, eyes I'd once loved so much, in her mother. And which I loved even more, in her. I took a moment, just staring, then stole one last, soft peck on her lips before rolling to my side next to her. She did the same, her hand softly stroking through my chest hair as mine found her hip.

“Some of the stuff I said, when we were chatting...” she beat me to the punch, glancing down and away, chewing on her lip. Not where I'd been planning to start, but I guess it was as good a place as any.

“Was any of it untrue?” I asked softly. “Anything that you only enjoyed fantasizing about, but that you didn't actually want to happen, in real life?”

It took her a while to respond, but again she timidly shook her head. “But... it's just so embarrassing, Daddy! It was one thing when you were just a stranger, who I was probably never even going to meet... but knowing that it was actually you, that my own father saw me saying those things, being so dirty, and slutty like that...”

“And have you forgotten already, baby, how much I loved every last moment of it when you did?” I asked, raising my hand to stroking lovingly through her soft, beautiful red hair. “There's a difference between being an actual slut, just in general, giving it up for any boy who asks... and being my little slut, only for me! You have nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. Not one single thing!”

“Really?” she asked, nervously chewing her lip. “Even when...” she couldn't make herself say it out loud, but from the way she was blushing, and as I thought back to some of the things we'd fantasized about together in our chats, I had some pretty good ideas of what she might be thinking about.

“Especially then,” I confirmed, still not knowing exactly which thing she meant, but not needing to in order to reassure her. “I love you, baby. I'm in love with you!” She jerked her eyes back up to mine in surprise, at that.

“It's true, baby,” I murmured softly. “I wasn't planning on it... I never would have thought it was possible, falling in love with a girl just through pictures and chats, without ever meeting her in person. But the way I've been getting to know you these last few months, sharing all of our deepest fantasies and desires with each other... I've been falling in love with you, baby. And tonight, when I realized it was actually you... I guess it just kind of crystallized it for me, and made me realize how I really felt.”

“Oh, Daddy...” she moaned, tears welling suddenly in her eyes, making her blink. “I'm in love with you, too! I love you so much!” She threw herself forward into a kiss, and I wrapped her in my arms, holding her tight. We finally broke away, gasping for breath, and I snuggled her down into my chest, softly stroking and kissing her hair.

“Well, at least that's settled now!” I teased, making her giggle as she nuzzled against me, rubbing her cute little nose through the sweaty forest of my chest hair, and unaccountably seeming to enjoy herself doing it. Girls are just plain weird, that's all there is to it! “But there is still one thing we need to discuss, sweetie. You don't need to make up your mind right this instant, you have a little bit of time still... but by noon or so tomorrow, I'm going to need to know if I'm picking you up a morning after pill or not.”

She gasped, eyes wide as she tilted back to stare up into my own. “That's really an option? You'd really let me get pregnant, Daddy?”

Now it was my turn to be surprised. But something about the way she'd said it, something about the look in her eye... She deserved the truth, the whole, unvarnished truth, of how I felt about the idea. “'Let' is not an enthusiastic enough word, baby... But this one is up to you. You may be mine now... my perfect, submissive, obedient little fuck-doll, just like we fantasized about together! And in most things, that's exactly what I want, and need! But this is one thing I'm not going to just order you to do, baby, even if I could. It has to be your choice.”

“What choice?” she exclaimed, grinning ear to ear and rapidly shaking her head, her words flowing forth in a sudden, excited flood. “Of course I want you to get me pregnant! How many do you think I can have, Daddy? Do you think I'm going to be able to be a stay at home mom, or am I going to need to work, like Mom did? We've never actually talked about how much you make... I can work if I need to, of course, you just have to tell me. But I'd really, really like to stay at home and take care of our babies, if we can afford it like that. Do you think...”

“Whoa! Slow down there just a second, sweetheart!” I laughed, and she cut off with the most adorable, embarrassed little smile as I caressed her cheek with my palm. “One thing at a time. You're really sure about this?”

“Daddy... I have never been so sure about anything in my entire life!” she assured me seriously, staring deeply into my eyes. Then she bit her lip, glancing away again. “What about you, Daddy? I told you already... I meant everything I said, when we were chatting together. Did you, too? Or was some of it just fantasy, that you didn't really mean?”

I lifted her chin with my finger, until she was looking me in my eyes again. “The only lie I ever told you was tonight, baby. I had to just pretend to be getting off with you this time, so I'd still be hard and ready for you when I came into your room after we were done, and I could take you for real. Other than that, I meant every last word I ever said.”

“Well...” she said, smiling timidly. “I still disapprove of the lie, just on principle... but given the results I think I can forgive you, just this once. As long as you promise to never, ever fake an orgasm with me, ever again!”

“Like I even could, with a pussy as incredible as yours is, baby! My issue is going to be trying not to cum, not trying to fake it!” I laughed. “And I'm sure you know I'm going to hold you to the same promise yourself!”

“Deal!” she giggled, blushing selfconsciously at my praise of the tight little honeypot between her thighs. “But you still haven't answered my question, you know!”

“Which question was that?” I retorted with a grin. “I seem to recall several, without me being able to get a word in edgewise to respond.”

“Will you really let me get pregnant, first of all!” She thumped me indignantly on my shoulder with her tiny little fist, eyes gleaming.

“Not only will I let you, baby...” I grinned wickedly. “Now that I finally have you for real, I intend to do everything in my power to get you knocked up just as quickly as humanely possible!”

“I kind of like the sound of that...” she teased, seductively biting her lip, reaching down to take hold of my cock, already hard for her once more. “As long as it means what I think it means, and my big, strong daddy is going to be filling his baby girl with his cum every chance he gets!”

“Count on it!” I moaned as she started to stroke.

“And... being a stay at home mom?” she asked next.

“I prefer to think of you as being my obedient little house-wifey,” I corrected her, sliding my hand slowly down her side, cupping and squeezing the glorious, pert little globe of her ass, making her moan. “Taking care of the kiddies when they need it, of course... but always at my beck and call, ready and eager to prioritize taking care of your Daddy's cock, instead!”

“Even better!” she purred happily.

“Although...” I reluctantly felt myself forced to specify. “Pregnant or not, house-wifey or not, I'm going to have to insist you still start university this fall as planned. You mom and I might not agree on much anymore, but we both really enjoyed our time there. Even if you only end up staying a semester or two, we both want you to have that experience.”

“Well... I suppose it won't kill me to take some child psych and early childhood education courses, stuff that might actually end up being useful. But I'm telling you right now, Daddy! There is nothing I want more than being able to stay home taking care of you and our babies! As many of them as you'll let me have!”

“Sounds like a plan to me, baby,” I agreed, and we eagerly started kissing again. But just as I was preparing to roll her to her back to take her again, a strange hesitation seemed to creep into her kisses. I thought maybe I'd imagined it, but then there it was again.

“What's wrong, sweetie?” I asked, leaning back and stroking her hair.

“Umm... nothing's wrong, exactly,” she hemmed, an arching of my brow prompting her for more. “It's just... as much as I want you to get me preggers right away... I also kind of want to know what it's like to taste you, too.”

“Well, what my baby wants...” I grinned lecherously, making her giggle.

“You sure you don't just want my pussy, instead?” she bashfully asked to confirm. “I can't exactly get pregnant from swallowing it, you know!”

“Baby...” I softly chided her silliness. “With the frequency at which I'm going to be filling that perfect little pussy, do you really think taking an occasional load down your throat, or up your pretty little ass, is really going to make that much difference to getting you knocked up? You are mine now, baby! And we're no longer restricted to only once a night, after we thought the other one of us had already gone to bed. I'm going to be filling you up with so much cum from here on out, I'm going to be surprised if it doesn't come leaking out of your ears! So go ahead, sweetie—play however you like! If you want to try sucking me off tonight, then I want you to do it laying on my legs, so I can look down into those big, beautiful green eyes of yours while you're doing it, and feel your big, firm tits pressing against my thighs!”

“Yes, Daddy!” she smiled shyly, her cheeks bursting into a lovely pink blush, but obviously more comfortable now that I'd taken control and told her what I wanted her to do. I rolled to my back and she obediently moved into place, the warm, soft heat of her feeling amazing on my legs. She started with a few slow licks of my shaft, then aimed me upwards with her hand, readjusting her positioning somewhat so she could get me into her mouth. I moaned for her as she started to suck, lovingly, encouragingly running my fingers through her hair. But it was barely a few seconds later when she withdrew.

“You have to promise to tell me, if there's anything I'm doing wrong, or that I can do better!” she shyly demanded. “Letting you fuck me was easy—all I had to do was lay there and take it, and try not to scream too much while you were working it in! But this is different... I want to be good for you, Daddy, and I know I won't be unless you help me learn how!”

“I will, baby... starting tomorrow,” I told her, making her quizzically tilt her head. “For tonight, I want this to be more about letting you explore, and play, and find out what you like. Believe me, it's all going to feel pretty incredible from my side of things... and I'll still speak up, if you accidentally do anything that hurts! But just have fun, sweetie. Sex, more than anything else, is supposed to be fun!”

“Okay, Daddy. I'll try,” she giggled, and took me back into her mouth. Her technique, admittedly, really was somewhat lacking. She'd clearly watched and read plenty of porn, from some of the things she was trying, but she didn't have any of the practical experience she needed to make them work quite the way she wanted them to. Those would be easy fixes, in the weeks to come—but for the moment, it didn't even matter. She was just being so naturally, unselfconsciously enthusiastic, and obviously enjoying herself so much, I couldn't help but respond in kind. And it certainly didn't hurt matters any that she was just the most beautiful little thing I'd ever seen in my life, looking up at me with such obvious love and devotion in those gorgeous green eyes!

It took her quite a while to get me there, to the point I was getting worried her jaw had to be starting to hurt, but she determinedly kept at it, and the look of unabashed pleasure and pride in her eyes as she finally earned her reward was something I'll never forget so long as I live. She kept me in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue, playfully torturing me in my oversensitivity until I had to push her away. She giggled wickedly as she sat up, leaning back and opening her mouth, extending her tongue to show it off. We'd played this game in fantasy often enough; I made her wait for it, looking her up and down, lasciviously admiring every last inch of her with my gaze.

“Swallow it, baby!” I eventually commanded. “Swallow Daddy's cum!” She eagerly did as she'd been told, greedily gulping it down, sensuously rubbing her slender little belly as she did.

“All gone!” she exclaimed, extending her tongue again to prove it. I grinned and beckoned her back down with my hand, and she crawled up the bed and collapsed onto my chest, squirming happily as I wrapped her in my arms, one hand lovingly stroking my fingers through her hair, the other tightly squeezing her ass. “Your cum is so, so yummy, Daddy!” she giggled. “I loved the way it felt, so hot and thick, sliding down my throat! I'm so glad I decided to try sucking you off tonight!”

“There's more where that came from, baby!” I chuckled, giving her a playful swat on her ass, making her yelp adorably, then reestablishing my grip. “But not tonight, I'm afraid. And as much as I never want to move from this spot ever again... my bed's bigger—and considerably less soaked with your cum! So up you get!”

“Our bed, Daddy!” she corrected me, rolling up and off of me, standing and taking my hand to pull me up behind her.

“Our bed,” I agreed with a smile, stroking her hair, tilting her head back as I leaned down for a kiss. I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her, making her squeak like a startled little mouse as she clung to my chest. I laughed against her lips, carrying her into our bedroom and beyond, setting her down before her half of the counter, the sink that had used to belong to her mother, and pouring her a glass of water. She tried not to let on how much she needed it, but however much she may have enjoyed my taste, I knew it was still too salty for her not to need to wash it down after. I had a drink too, after the effort of giving her such a vigorous fucking earlier, before leading her back to bed. She snuggled face-in against my chest, my arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as I kissed her hair.

“Love you, Daddy!” she murmured sleepily, the exhaustion already taking her.

“Love you, baby!” I echoed with a yawn, not far behind her as I drifted down to sleep. “So, so much!”

I couldn't believe my luck, couldn't understand how fate had lead us together, that a chance encounter on a sex stories site, of all places, would somehow end up bringing us to this... my own loving, perfect daughter, sharing my bed, sharing my life! But God, if I wasn't thankful that it had!

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