A daughter's heavy, G-cup breasts are sore from running around chasing the children she'd been babysitting. Hoping for relief, she asks her father what her mother used to do. And reluctantly, he admits that the only thing that worked, was when he would give her a massage.
I stepped through the door into the darkened entryway, trying not to make a sound as I toed off by shoes and hung up my jacket, wincing at the tenderness in my chest. Mark and Janice had gotten back later than expected from Mark's company function, and though I appreciated the extra babysitting cash, I was really looking forward to curling up in my bed. They had twin four-year-old boys, Trevor and Blake, and stupid me, I'd forgotten to change into a sports-bra before heading over there after school. I'd spent pretty much the entire evening chasing and being chased all around their back yard, and my heavy, G-cup boobs were complaining loudly about the abuse!
I snuck deeper into the house, dreams of soft, comfy blankets already filling my head. But as I turned the corner, I saw the glow of the tv screen in the den; Daddy still sitting up, waiting for me.
“What are you still doing up?” I chided with a smile as I approached. It was so silly, having him waiting up for me like that! But... a glow grew in my chest, deeper and warmer than the pain radiating through my boobs, at the proof of how much he cared. “You do realize I was just across the street!”
“Can't help it,” he smiled, raising his arm to the back of the couch in invitation. I smiled back, thumping down next to him and snuggling against his side, as he wrapped me under his arm, kissing me in my long, soft, fiery red hair. “You're my baby girl... it's my prerogative to worry, whether I have a reason to or not.”
“If you say so,” I giggled, melting into his embrace, taking a long, deep breath through my nose as I nuzzled against the side of his chest. He always smelled so good! Cuddling on the couch with him was my favouritest thing ever! So much, I didn't even mind watching his war documentaries with him, as long as I got to have his arm wrapped around me while we did. “What's this one about?” I asked, taking in the grainy black-and-white footage, the volume turned down low enough I could barely hear it, subtitles on the bottom of the screen.
“The Italian campaign,” he said, and left it at that. I'd watched enough of these with him by now, as long as he gave me a quick landmark to orient myself, the rest I'd be able to pick up from the show itself. I settled in to watch, wrapping myself in my arms, and surreptitiously cupping my boobs, lifting them a little to relieve some of the pain.
“Sore, sweetie?” he asked, squeezing me under his arm, and kissing me in my hair again.
“Umm... yeah. Kinda,” I admitted, a huge, embarrassed blush exploding in my cheeks. Sometimes being a redhead really sucked! I guess I hadn't been being as sneaky as I'd thought. “I forgot to switch into a sports bra before I left, and I ended up spending pretty much the whole time running around in the back yard with the boys.”
“Owch!” he winced in sympathy. “That can't feel good. Your mom used to get really sore, too. Especially after she'd been chasing around after you... but even just in general. She loved her boobs... nearly as much as I did!” he gave me a playful wink, making me giggle. I loved it when he shared memories of her like that! I'd still been little when she'd died... I'd only managed to hold on to the few memories I still had of her because Daddy had done such a good job helping me to remember. “But they definitely came with a cost.”
“You can say that again!” I sighed, cupping myself a little more tightly and obviously now, since my attempt to be subtle about it had been such a failure. “I don't suppose she had any tricks, for making the pain go away?”
“Ummm... one, actually,” he admitted, strangely reluctant-sounding, which made me twist around to look him in his eyes.
“I... don't think it's something that would work for you,” he continued. “When they got sore... she had me, for that. She'd just cuddle up in my lap, and have me give them a massage.”
“Oh!” I gulped, sudden butterflies racing through my tummy at the very idea of it! My amazing, sexy Daddy, touching my boobs... squeezing, and kneading them, in his big, strong hands! But... it could never happen, of course. I settled back down under his arm, and he kissed me in my hair again, as we went back to watching his show.
But I just could not get the thought of it out of my mind.
“It... really worked?” I asked, shyly, a little while later, my voice barely more than a whisper. “You could make it better, when she was sore?”
He seemed to freeze... “So she claimed,” he eventually answered, his voice unaccustomedly gruff, and even sexier-sounding than normal.
“Do you think...” I swallowed against the sudden lump in my throat, fighting against my nerves. “Do you think... maybe you could try it with me, too?”
“Are... are you sure that's really something you want, sweetie?” he asked. “Of course I can try, if you're really that sore... but are you sure you really want me to touch you there?”
I twisted again, nervously biting my lip as I stared up into his beautiful blue eyes... the same exact eyes I looked at every morning, doing my makeup in my mirror before school.
“They're really, really sore, Daddy,” I lied. Well... maybe not quite lied. Exaggerated, at least.
“Okay, baby... if you're really sure,” he agreed.
I wasn't sure quite what to do... but he took me by my hips, guiding me to sit right where he wanted me in his lap. He reached up my back, under my shirt, undoing my clasp for me. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, I was blushing so hard! Again I wasn't sure quite what to do. I bet Mom would have just stripped her shirt completely off, and let him do whatever he liked! But I couldn't do that... I just couldn't! In the end, I worked my strap out through the arm of my t-shirt, snaking my arm out, then pulling it out through the other arm-hole, and tossing it aside. Daddy had me lay back against his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. He softly kissed my cheek, his hands slipping down to my waist, and in under my shirt. He paused a moment, stroking my hips... then he began sliding upwards, and onto my breasts!
“You'll need to tell me, if there's anything that hurts, or that you don't like,” he murmured against my cheek. And I was trying to pay attention, really I was! But with my own Daddy's big, strong hands cupping my sore, heavy titties... I was lucky to even register he was speaking at all!
It felt so, so good! Even better than I'd imagined! I'd never let a boy touch them before. There'd been no shortage of boys who'd wanted to... mine were the biggest of any girl in my grade, and they had been, ever since I'd been ten years old. But I'd always had the feeling those boys only wanted me for my boobs... like they were some sort of trophy for them to collect and brag about, not because they were actually interested in me, as a person. So I'd never let them touch me... I'd never dated any of them. I'd never even been kissed! But now... I moaned softly in perfect, relaxed pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head. Daddy's hands were incredible! No wonder Mom had asked him to do this for her when she was sore!
He was lifting, and gently squeezing... he was softly caressing the extra-sensitive underside, that crease where the fabric of my bra always seemed to bite in, even if I wasn't wearing an underwire. I bit my lip, trying not to moan too much, reflexively squirming in pleasure at the way it felt. His hands were so warm, his fingers digging deeply into my softly yielding flesh, massaging right down into the core, where they were the sorest. But the heat of his hands was nothing compared to the fire I could feel building between my thighs!
I tried not to think about that. Daddy was doing me a favour, helping massage away my soreness. This wasn't supposed to be sexual! But my disobedient, treacherous body clearly had other ideas. And as Daddy began changing up his technique, trying different things to see what felt best for me, his palms rubbing more and more on my thick, sensitive nipples...
I sat up from leaning against his chest, quickly stripping off my shirt and tossing it aside! I had to see! I had to watch what Daddy was doing to me!
I leaned back against his chest again, licking and biting my lips as I stared down at my chest, watching Daddy's big, strong hands playing with his own teenage daughter's soft, heavy titties!
“You have such beautiful breasts, baby!” he murmured, softly kissing my cheek again.
“You really think so, Daddy?” I asked, my butterflies instantly going overdrive at his words! “You don't think they're too... droopy?”
“They are perfect, baby! Exactly what breasts this big are supposed to be like,” he reassured me. And again he kissed my cheek, longer this time. “I've never liked the fake look... all hard, and boulder-like! Yours are so, so beautiful, baby... just like the rest of you!”
“So are you, Daddy!” I breathed, trembling slightly in his arms. But then I realized what I'd just said, and hurried to correct myself. “Handsome, I mean! Not beautiful. You are so, so handsome! And... and sexy, Daddy. All my girlfriends think so.”
“Is that so?” he chuckled.
“Uh hunh,” I giggled, too. “They're always saying they're going to try to seduce you... why else do you think I had to stop inviting them over for sleepovers? Becca and Julie, especially... I wouldn't have put it past either of them to sneak into your room in the middle of the night, and start giving you a blowjob in your sleep!”
He laughed, louder this time, giving me an especially deep squeeze, and a playful jiggle that made me gasp! It took me a moment to recover from the shock of it... then I giggled too, responding with a vigorous wriggle of my butt into his crotch! Then, it was his turn to gasp! But he got me back even better... he pinched my nipples, hard, making me squeak, high and shrill, just like a scared little mouse!
He laughed again... but then he started rubbing them, to make them feel better after his pinch. And Oh! My! God! It was incredible! Like tiny flashes of lightning, hitting me right on the very tips of my hard, swollen nipples, and radiating deeper into the flesh of my breasts!
I couldn't help but moan, squirming happily despite myself... and Daddy took it as encouragement. He began trying new things... soon he was pinching, squeezing, pulling, twisting... It was almost more than I could take! But my absolute favourite... he would cup my breasts from beneath, lifting them up, his thumbs up above my nipples, as high on the upper slope of my breast as he could reach. And then... he would start to squeeze. Tighter and tighter he would crush my boobs in his big, strong hands... while slowly, slowly sliding down towards my nipples. It was like he was milking me! And it was absolutely incredible, so much more intense than anything I'd ever tried doing to them myself!
On and on it went... But then, it happened, and it took me completely by surprise. I'd been feeling the heat, the pressure, welling up inside me for a while already, but it had never even occurred to me that anything might come from it. When it finally broke, I had no warning at all!
“Daddyyy!” I squealed, my eyes flashing wide open in shock. My entire body started to shake, my hips taking on a life of their own, thrusting desperately, instinctively in search of something my body knew it craved, but which I could never, ever have—not from my own Daddy! On and on it went, the intensity of my sudden, impossible orgasm literally bringing tears to my eyes. And throughout it all, Daddy continued to play. Kissing my cheek... and my neck. Nibbling playfully on my earlobe, and telling me what a good, good girl I was!
“Oh my God...” I gasped, panting heavily as my crest finally broke, and it started to ebb. I twisted around to look him in his eyes, panic filling my heart. “I didn't mean to, Daddy! I swear! I am so, so sorry...”
“Shhh... he hushed me, kissing me softly, lovingly on my brow. “There's nothing to apologize for, sweetheart! It's a perfectly natural response.”
“You... you mean that, Daddy?” I whimpered in shame and self-disgust. “You... you really aren't mad?”
“Mad?” he laughed in surprise. “Baby... why on earth would I be mad?”
“Because...” I swallowed nervously. “Because I let myself do... that. Because you were only trying to help, because I was so sore... But I... I took advantage. I used you for something you never meant to do!”
“Sweetie... I could never, ever be mad at you! Not for something like this!” he kissed my forehead again... then used the grip he still maintained on my breasts, pulling me back around to lay against his chest again. He nuzzled against the side of my neck, kissing softly, as he resumed slowly, lovingly playing with my boobs. “Honestly, baby... if I'm anything, I'm impressed!”
“Impressed?” I echoed in surprise.
“Not many girls are able to cum just from having their boobs played with, you know!” he explained with a chuckle, and another playful little jiggle of my still extra-sensitive titties, making me moan for him. “Your mom could, too. But even she could only manage it... maybe one time in ten, give or take. Most of the time, she'd get frustrated it was taking her too long, and she'd ask me to play with her pussy, too, to finish her off.”
“Oh!” I exclaimed, my eyes going wide. I loved it when Daddy told me about her... but he'd never shared details of their actual sex life, before! “Is that...” I swallowed against the lump in my throat. I couldn't do this... could I? But I'd already come this far. I winced my eyes closed, gathering my courage, forcing myself to spit it out before I could lose my nerve. “Is that... something you would do for me, too?”
“Is... is that something you would want?” Daddy asked, his voice uncertain and gravelly, like he was having as much trouble speaking as I was.
My voice deserted me. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not make the words come out.
But... I was able to nod. Weakly, nervously, uncertainly... but I could make myself do it.
I felt Daddy's hands leaving my boobs, the air of the den suddenly cool on my unprotected flesh. Then... he was undoing the fastenings of my jeans. I bit my lip, hard, nearly drawing blood, as I stared down between my titties to watch what he was doing. He undid the button, pulled down the zipper... he started pushing them down off my hips, and I lifted my butt, letting him slide them half way down my thighs.
Thank goodness I'd put on a cute pair of panties that morning! They were nothing too special, just tiny, tight mauve cotton, with itty-bitty purple hearts as a design. But they were cute, and I knew they looked good on me. And that had been before Daddy made me cum in them, the wet, sticky juices of my orgasm turning them a much deeper violet all around my lips!
Daddy wrapped his left arm around me, his hand crossing to take hold of my right-side breast this time, as his right began to explore and play between my thighs. He gently teased me through my panties, the thin, wet fabric clinging tightly to my lips. Then, he was sliding inside. His thick, strong fingers sliding up and down, making me gasp.
“I'm not too prickly, am I, Daddy?” I bashfully asked. “It's... been a couple days, since the last time I shaved.”
“I hadn't even noticed, sweetie,” he chuckled, softly kissing my cheek. And then, he kissed me again. And as he began putting a little extra pressure behind his middle finger, sliding up and down between my wet, delicate inner lips... I turned my head, and met his lips with my own!
“Mmph!” he gasped into my lips, his hand tightening reflexively on my breast. I was terrified I'd misjudged... but suddenly he was kissing me back, hard! I moaned into his mouth, reaching back with my hand, running my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. I didn't know what I was doing, not really, never having been kissed before. But... I opened my lips, flicking tentatively at his with the tip of my tongue. He moaned again, and suddenly his tongue was pushing deeply into my mouth, swirling with my own! His tongue in my mouth... and his finger, sliding inside me!
I moaned, trembling in his arms as his finger started to stroke. In and out, in and out, slow, and thick, and deep. I closed my lips around his tongue, sucking on it... his hand clenched on my breast, so tight it made me gasp, letting go of his tongue in my shock!
“Sorry!” he winced in apology, backing away from our kiss so he could look me clearly in my eyes. “Sorry, sweetie. I... guess I got a little carried away, there. Did I hurt you too bad?”
“It's okay, Daddy...” I said, shyly lowering my eyes, my voice going quiet. “I... I actually kinda liked it.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
I bit my lip, nodding bashfully. “It... just took me by surprise, is all. But... you can squeeze them like that. In fact... you can squeeze them as hard as you can! I promise I'll tell you, if it ever gets to be too much.”
“Squeeze them... like this, baby?” he asked, his hand crushing down even stronger than he had before, his lips curling into a wicked, predatory grin!
“Uh hunh!” I gasped, my eyes wide, nodding vigorously, unable to form words in the face of such incredible pleasure mixed with pain, shooting into the depths of my breast!
Daddy kissed me again, hard, and passionate, and deep. He loosened his grip on my titty... just a little, just enough that I was able to actually start breathing again, as we resumed making out. But any relief he afforded my breast, he more than made up for between my thighs; he added a second finger, making me moan at the unaccustomed stretching, so much thicker than I was used to when I did it myself. He began speeding up, and then... he curled them a little, pushing upwards and to my front, pressing against my squishy, pulpy g-spot on every inward thrust!
I whimpered piteously, squirming in his lap, pushing my tongue as deep as I could into his mouth. I had no words... but I was desperate to show him how much I loved what he was doing to me. How much I loved him! He was my amazing, perfect Daddy... and he was making me feel things I'd never even imagined were possible, before!
Already, I could feel the heat and pressure starting to mount. This was more like what I was used to... doing it just from getting my boobs played with, that had been a complete and total shock! But having Daddy playing with my soft, tingly little kitty... oh, yeah. I definitely knew exactly where this was heading! Although... I couldn't deny that having him doing it for me, sure did seem to be speeding me along much faster than I'd ever been able to manage by myself. It was so, so naughty, having my own Daddy touching me this way... But I loved it! I loved it, and I loved him! The fact that he was my Daddy, that it was so forbidden, and so wrong... that just made it even hotter! It was like Daddy wanted me so much, he didn't even care that I was his daughter! It made me feel so sexy, so desired... so owned!
And my body was definitely responding. God, was it ever! I'd already been wet and sticky, from the first orgasm he'd made me have. But now, with his fingers actually inside me, pulsing rapidly, deeply in and out... it sounded like he was smooshing his hand into a sponge, I was squelching so much! It was so, so embarrassing... but apparently there was a limit to just how much I was able to blush. And... Daddy wasn't complaining. That's what saved me. If anything... he actually seemed to like it! Like he was actually enjoying what a hot, sticky mess my naughty, incestuous little kitty was making all over his hand... all over my thighs... all over his lap!
“D.. Daddy...” I panted into his lips. I was so, so close! But... something made me pause. Made me hold myself back, even though it felt like I was about to literally explode, with the effort of keeping myself from tumbling over the edge. Some... instinct, I guess. Something deep, deep down inside me... something that told me I couldn't... I wouldn't! Not until Daddy told me I was allowed!
I stared deeply into his eyes... and thank God, he understood!
“Do it for me, baby!” he commanded. “Cum for Daddy!”
“Daddyyy! I wailed, loud and long, my squelchy little kitty pulsing rhythmically, helplessly around his fingers. He tightened his grip on my breast, speeding up inside me, pushing me higher, and higher up the wave of my peak. I kicked and fought, my body screaming at me that I had to get away, away from incredible, unbelievable intensity of what he was making me feel. But Daddy had all the leverage, and he was so much bigger, and stronger than me... I could do nothing but squeal and shake, grinding myself on his hand.
It took much longer than I was used to, with Daddy's miracle fingers so deep up inside of me, heightening and prolonging my pleasure. But the wave eventually broke, and he eased me down, slowing gradually, until he was barely even moving his fingers anymore. He was just softly, slowly rocking his hand, gently fondling my breast, nuzzling and kissing at the side of my neck, as I struggled to recover from the ordeal he'd just put me through.
“Wow, Daddy...” I purred, laying my head back against his shoulder. I squirmed in absolute pleasure, my entire body feeling like a puddle of liquid sex in his arms!
“I take it that was a good one?” he teased, nipping lightly at my earlobe, making me squeal!
“Like you really have to ask!” I giggled weakly. “What was your first clue... that I was trying to buck myself right out of your arms? Or that I was dumping, like, a gallon of pussy-juice, all over your lap!”
“I think a gallon may be just a bit of an overstatement,” he teased again. “Besides... I think your panties caught most of it.”
I glanced down at myself, and saw that he was right. My cute, mauve panties were absolutely drenched, the thin, sticky fabric clinging wetly to Daddy's hand as he continued slowly playing inside me.
We sat there for quite a while like that, just waiting for me to recover. It should have felt strange, having Daddy still playing with me like that, even after he'd finished making me cum for him again. But somehow... it just felt natural. It felt right! I loved having his hands on me... having his fingers inside of me! And the more I was able to put myself back together again... the more I realized, there was something else I needed to ask!
“Daddy?” I murmured, my heart already pounding about a million beats a minute, at what I knew I was about to say.
“Yes, baby?” he purred against my neck.
“Was there... anything else, that Mom would ask you to do for her?”
He paused, and my breath froze in my lungs! I'd opened the door...
“There was one thing...” he admitted, mixed hesitancy and excitement warring in his voice. “Sometimes... she would sideways roll out of my lap, kneeling up on the couch, with her arms braced against the back. She wouldn't say anything, but doing that... It was her way of telling me that my fingers weren't going to be enough. That she wanted me to fuck her, instead.”
I nearly screamed my joy into the night! But I managed to hold back. I rolled sideways out of his lap, up onto my knees. I arched my back, sticking my butt up into the air for him, crossing my arms on the back of the couch.
“Like this, Daddy?” I asked, biting my lip as I laid my head on my arms, my huge, heavy titties hanging beneath my chest.
“Just like that...” he moaned, his voice low and growly, positively dripping with sex as his eyes travelled my body! Then he was moving, pushing himself up off the couch, stepping around behind me. His hands found my ass, gripping tight, making my moan. His fingertips slipped slowly under the band of my panties... he yanked them down, all at once to my knees! The backs of my thighs were trembling with excitement! But what I was expecting... didn't come. He dropped to his knees instead, and began slowly, softly kissing his way back and forth across my butt!
“God, you have such a pretty ass, baby!” he moaned, stroking me with his hands. All over my butt, my hips... down the backs of my thighs! It was so strange... but for some reason, it was touching me there, more than anywhere else, that sent shivers racing up and down my spine!
“You really think so?” I bashfully asked. I'd never really thought much about my butt. With the amount of attention people always paid to my boobs... my butt, I'd always considered to be just an afterthought, at best.
“It's incredible, baby! Absolutely perfect!” He squeezed, tighter and tighter, my eyelids fluttering in pleasure at his touch. But then... I gasped, my eyes going wide! Suddenly, it was no longer my butt he was kissing! He'd planted his lips right on my vulnerable, sensitive little clitty, and was starting to suck!
“Oh, God, Daddy...!” I whimpered, the sensations so intense I could barely keep myself supported on the back of the couch! He just chuckled. But he did give my clitty a little bit of a break, and started licking slowly up and down my lips, instead. It made me so nervous, knowing he was tasting me like that! And after he'd just made me cum for him, twice in a row, so I was extra, super creamy, and sticky!
But as self-conscious as I was... there was no denying the eager slurping sounds he was making. Daddy was pushing in deep, opening me with his tongue... searching for every last bit of cream he could find! And eventually, despite my nerves... I tried to spread my knees for him, to give him better access. Only to be reminded I was still half-way wearing my jeans, the strong fabric stopping me as solidly as any restraint.
But more surprising than the sudden resistance of my jeans between my knees... was the realization that I actually kinda liked it! The feeling of being restrained like that... it made me imagine Daddy tying me up. Having him lash me down to the couch, or his bed... having him do anything he wanted to me, while I was all bound up and helpless. Completely at his mercy, and powerless to resist! It sent a shiver running up my spine, just imagining it!
Daddy's licks soon strayed back to my clitty again, once he'd finished cleaning my lips of my cum. And this time, I could tell just by the tightening of his grip on my butt, I wouldn't be getting any more breaks!
He started with soft, gentle swirls, licking round, and round, and round. But slowly, ever so slowly, he began increasing his force, and speed. Then, changing up his technique; sometimes swirls, sometimes lashing rapidly up and down, and back and forth. Sometimes pinching it between his lips, and sucking hard.
I was getting closer and closer, panting heavily, my hips slowly rocking with a mind of their own, grinding myself back onto Daddy's face. It would be just another minute or so, I knew... But then, Daddy pinched my poor little clitty hard between his lips, sucking it fully into his mouth—and started rapidly flicking it, with the very tip of his tongue!
“Oh, God!” I moaned, my entire body trembling, barely able to stop myself from flying over the edge. “Please, Daddy! Please! Please can I cum?”
He didn't answer, and I could feel the tears of frustration and need welling in my eyes. But then... a sudden, two-handed spank on my ass! The shock and pain tore instantly past my resolve, sending me crashing into orgasm. It hit me like an oncoming train, and I screamed into the night, wave after wave of amazing, incredible pleasure ripping me apart!
On and on it went... but finally, it started to ebb. Daddy slowed his kisses, and finally left my kitty entirely, going back to comfortingly kissing the curves of my butt, caressing me with his hands, soothing me through my recovery.
“You know you don't have to ask me for permission first, don't you baby?” he murmured through his kisses. “I love making you cum! So, so much! I want you to do it as much as you can!”
“I know...” I admitted bashfully, my cheeks starting to burn again as I struggled to find the words to explain. “But... I like it when you're in charge of me, Daddy. I like... I like being yours! Having to ask permission... it makes me cum so much harder that way, when I know that I can't! Not until you tell me I'm allowed!”
“Is that so?” he asked, and I could just hear the huge, wicked grin on his lips as he said it! “Well... far be it from me to deny my baby what she wants!”
I giggled guiltily, a huge, warm flush of pleasure filling my chest at Daddy's understanding of my need. I wiggled my butt at him—and got another spanking, making me yelp!
Daddy kissed my clitty one more time, slow and gentle. Then he was pushing himself up, and I heard the zipper of his pants! I trembled in anticipation... and then I felt him, firm and hot, pressing against my delicate, wet little lips!
He was gentle and slow, cautious of my virginity. It was so freaking frustrating! I wanted him inside me, already! But... he was my Daddy. He loved me, and he didn't want to hurt me. And I trusted him, to know what he was doing. So I forced myself to be patient, and let Daddy do it at his own pace. Little by little, I felt myself opening for him, until finally I felt his head popping in past my lips.
“Oh, God...” I whimpered. It felt amazing, really it did... but wow, was that ever a stretch! Suddenly I understood why Daddy had been going so slow, and giving me time to adjust before he pushed it inside!
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, the love and concern clear in his voice. “I can take it out, if it hurts too much, and we can try again later...”
“Don't you dare!” I gasped, twisting around at my waist so I could look back into his eyes. His own were wide with surprise at the vehemence of my response... but then he grinned, and began to laugh, stroking my butt in his hands, and gently started rocking himself a little.
My eyes fluttered closed in pleasure, and I turned back around again, resting my cheek on my crossed arms on the back of the couch. Bit by bit he eased his way further inside me... it was incredible! Like he was pressing on every single one of my most favourite spots, all at once! And soon, he was finding new ones—places inside me that were too deep for me ever to have explored them with my fingers. Sources of amazing, almost too-intense pleasure, that I hadn't even known I had!
It started getting harder again, as he neared bottoming out in me. By that point, I was more or less used the sideways stretching that was required, to accommodate his thickness. I won't say it was easy... it definitely wasn't! But it no longer came as a shock as he eased his way deeper, and a new ring of muscles had to learn how to stretch. Honestly... I was even learning to enjoy that particular kind of pain! But stretching me lengthwise, as he got closer to giving me the entire thing... that was something else entirely! I moaned, the backs of my thighs trembling. I bit the back of the couch, hard, my teeth leaving deep imprints in the soft, black leather as I forced myself not to scream.
He would have stopped if I'd asked him to. I knew that, as surely as I knew the sun rose in the east. He was already most of the way inside me... he would have understood. I could still get him off, and make him cum, even without being able to take the entire thing. He was my Daddy, and he loved me... he'd have been content with whatever my body felt it could give.
But not me.
I needed him. Needed all of him, as deep as he could reach! So I stayed quiet, and bit the couch. I refused to let on how much it hurt, facing resolutely forward so he couldn't see my tears, trusting it would soon start getting better. Just like it had before, when he'd first pushed his way inside.
It felt like it took forever... but objectively, I knew it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. But eventually I felt it; Daddy's hips, pressing against my butt! He pushed in harder, as deep as he could reach. And this time, I couldn't stop my whimper, as he ground himself hard against the flesh of my ass!
“How's that feel, baby?” he purred, lovingly caressing my butt in his hands. “You like having Daddy's cock inside you?”
“I love it, Daddy!” I wailed. “It's so big... It's stretching me so much! But I love it, Daddy! I love it more than anything! I love having your cock in me!”
“Good girl!” he praised, and gently resumed rocking. He was going slowly... even slower than he had been before. But on every thrust, he was pressing himself right up into my depths, all the way to my very limit, every push making me gasp!
“Do you like it too, Daddy?” I whimpered. “Do you like your daughter's hot, incestuous little teenage pussy, wrapped around your big, thick Daddy cock?”
“Naughty little girl!” he laughed, slapping me on my ass, making me yelp and tense up around his cock, making himself moan at the suddenly increased tightness it made him feel. “And yes, baby... I fucking love it! God, you're such a sexy little thing! And your pussy is fucking incredible! I can't get enough of fucking my daughter's hot... wet... tight... little teenage cunt!”
He punctuated every one of those words with an especially forceful push, leaving me trembling and panting in the aftermath. And my eyes widened especially on that last one; I'd never, never heard him use such a dirty word in front of me!
“Use me, Daddy!” I begged. “Please! I want you to use my pussy to make you cum!”
“Count on it, baby!” he laughed, spanking me again. “And trust me... with a pussy this good, the hard part's going to be trying not to cum!”
I giggled shyly at his praise, as he began gradually speeding up, doing me harder. Soon, neither one of us had enough breath left over for speech. The only sounds were my moans and gasps... maybe an occasional whimper, when the pure, unbelievable intensity of it all got to be too much for me to hold back. And of course, the rhythmic smacking of Daddy's hips against my ass, and the squelchy wetness of my kitty. And then, more subtly, if you really tried to listen for it... the sound of my big, heavy titties smacking against one another, swaying back and forth under the force of the pounding Daddy was delivering to my poor, pleasantly-burning little pussy!
My orgasm... I'm not quite sure how to explain it. Normally, when I masturbated, I pictured an orgasm as perfectly warm water pouring in from nowhere, gradually filling me up. Once my 'container' was full, and threatening to burst, that's when the orgasm happened, letting out all those pent-up feelings in a huge, onrushing wave. But with Daddy's amazing, perfect cock actually inside of me this time, pushing and rubbing on every one of my tiny little pleasure buttons all at once... it wasn't like I was being filled up. It was more like I was actually becoming the water I always pictured; like Daddy was actually transforming me, bit by bit, until there was nothing left of myself!
“Please, Daddy! Please!” I wailed. It was all I could manage, and even that much had taken me a good half a minute to gather the breath to say.
“Count down from ten, baby!” he growled, just the sound of his incredible, sexy voice nearly enough to push me over the edge all by itself! “You can cum when you reach zero... and not an instant before!”
I gasped, twisting at my waist to stare back at him, shocked and terrified at what he was demanding of me... and almost unbelievably[i] turned on!
“Ten, Daddy!” I gasped, the pre-orgasmic tremors racing relentlessly up and down my spine. “Nine!”
His big, strong hands tightened on my ass, holding me in place as I continued slowly counting down, fighting for my life to keep my orgasm from breaking loose early. He stared straight down into my eyes the entire time, a vicious, predatory hunger barely restrained behind his gaze. It was so, so perfect! Taking control like this, denying me, until [i]he said it was time... oh, God!
“Zero!” I shrieked, the orgasm tearing free before the last syllable had even faded from my lips! I shook, and fought—Daddy had to move his hands from my butt to my hips, to get enough of a grip on me to keep my from throwing myself right off the end of his dick! He pounded me hard, fast, and deep, never letting up for even a moment, carrying me... forcing me, all the way through to the end!
When it finally, finally faded, and Daddy slowed his thrusting to let me recover... I didn't have the strength to move. I felt like I barely even had the strength to breathe! But I had to thank him! I just had to!
“Da—Daddy, I...” I panted.
“Shhh...” he cut me off, comfortingly stroking my butt in his hands. “Just breathe, baby. There's no rush. Whatever you want to say... just give yourself some time to recover, first. Whatever it is... it can wait until you're not about to pass out.”
I reluctantly nodded my thanks, and focused on my breathing for a while. It wasn't quick... but once I was feeling a little more like myself again, I twisted around to look him in his eyes.
“That was so, so perfect, Daddy!” I breathed. “Having you taking control like that, making me wait, until you said I could...” I shuddered, just the memory of it enough to trigger an aftershock of pleasure to race down my spine. “It was...” I shook my head, sudden tears of gratitude welling in my eyes. “I don't even have the words! It was better than I ever imagined it, Daddy! Thank you! Thank you so, so much!”
“It was my pleasure, baby... believe me!” he chuckled, making me weakly giggle. A tear finally broke free, coursing down my cheek...
“Come here, baby!” Daddy cooed. I didn't understand what he meant... but then his hands were sliding up my sides, and down to my heavy, hanging breasts. He cupped them in his hands, lifting me up and back, until my shoulderblades were pressed tightly against his hot, sweat-slickened chest, my back bowed, his cock still buried in me to the hilt. He kissed my shoulder, my neck, my cheek... I turned my head, and suddenly we were making out again over my shoulder, Daddy squeezing and fondling my titties, as he resumed thrusting inside me!
“Oh, Daddy...” I moaned into his lips, my eyelids fluttering closed.
“You're such a good little girl, baby!” he purred. “You're Daddy's good, good little girl! Pleasuring Daddy's cock, with this amazing, tight little teenage pussy!”
“Always, Daddy!” I moaned. “Always! I'm yours, Daddy! I belong to you! You can do anything you want to me! Anything at all!”
Daddy wordlessly growled his desire, his hands tightening painfully, wonderfully into the flesh of my heavy, malleable tits! I moaned, trembling... and he began speeding up again, having his way with me even faster, and harder, than he had been before!
The heat and pressure began growing almost immediately, my body more accustomed to the sensations now, and eager to respond. Only this time... I knew I wouldn't be the only one. I don't know how I was so certain of that. I'd never seen Daddy cum before... or any boy, for that matter. Not unless you counted the guys in internet porn, which I definitely didn't. But somehow... somehow, even despite my total lack of experience, I just knew Daddy was getting close. Just like I was. He was fucking me so deep, so fast, so hard... and his kisses were desperate, frantic, his tongue swirling rapidly against my own as we panted into each other's mouths, sharing hot, humid breath.
Time lost all meaning. Nothing existed, nothing in the entire world, except for Daddy and me. I wanted so much to be good for him! I wanted to make him cum, the same as he'd done over and over again for me!
But... I got there first.
“Please, Daddy! Please!” I begged.
“Not yet, baby!” he groaned. “Not until you feel me cumming in you!”
“Daddy!” I gasped, my eyes going wide; the shock of his words was almost too much, nearly sending me tumbling over the edge! “You... you remember I'm not on birth control, don't you, Daddy?” I wanted to make him cum... I wanted that more than anything! But I'd assumed he'd pull out at the last minute, pushing me down to the ground so he could do it on my titties! Not inside me, where he could get me pregnant!
“Like I fucking care!” he growled. “Beg for it, baby! Beg for Daddy's cum!”
“I...” I swallowed nervously. “Please, Daddy... please, I want you to cum in me.” My voice was weak, uncertain. I swallowed again, trying to gather my nerves. I wanted... I needed, to be good for him! If this was really what Daddy wanted... then I needed to give it to him! “Please... I want your cum in me, Daddy! I... I want to feel you cum in me!” That was better... but it wasn't enough. Not yet. “I... I want you to breed me, Daddy! I want to be yours! I want you to cum in me... I want you to claim me, for ever, and ever, and always! I want you to take me, and claim me with your cum! Please, Daddy... breed your daughter's pussy! Use me, Daddy! Use me to have your babies! Please, Daddy... take me! Claim me! Use me! Please, Daddy... give me your cum! Please... breed your daughter's hot, incestuous little teenage cunt!”
I'd never said that word before. Not ever! Not even where no one else could hear. And if it had had a big effect on me, hearing Daddy say it... it seemed to have an even bigger one on him, hearing such a dirty, filthy word coming out of his own daughter's innocent teenage lips!
“Oh, fuck!” Daddy growled, his fingers suddenly digging deeply, bruisingly into the flesh of my tits. “Oh, take it, baby! Take Daddy's cum!”
“Daddyyy!” I screamed, loud and long. He was slamming into me, the hardest he'd done yet. And I could feel it! I could actually feel Daddy's cum! Hot, and wet, and slippery... I could feel his huge, thick cock pulsing inside of me, jet after jet of hot, potent cum shooting into me, flooding my unprotected, fertile teenage womb! Millions upon million of potent, incestuous spermies... hunting my vulnerable young eggs, intent on putting my own Daddy's baby inside me!
On and on it went, long after Daddy had already finished, now panting and moaning against the side of my neck. Any time I thought it might finally be starting to ebb... I'd think of Daddy's sperm, flowing deeper and deeper inside me, trying to get me pregnant... and it would start right back up again, just as mind-shatteringly intense as ever! Throughout it all Daddy cooed and cuddled... gasping occasionally as the movement of his extra-sensitive, post-orgasmic cock inside me threatened to overwhelm him. Softly kissing the tears of too-intense pleasure from my cheeks.
Finally, finally my crest broke for real, and Daddy was able to slow, easing me down from my peak. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me and spinning around, collapsing back onto the couch in nearly the position we'd started in, only with Daddy's thick, hard cock still wedged deeply up inside of me.
“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!” I cried, my emotions so intense I hardly even knew what I was saying. I only knew that I was so, so grateful, for everything he'd done, for everything he'd made me feel!
“I believe that's my line, kitten!” he chuckled, kissing my cheek. I laughed through my tears, wrapping my arms on top of his around my waist, holding him tight, never, ever wanting him to let me go! He continued to kiss, and cuddle, giving me the time I needed to recover my breath, and to start piecing myself back together again.
“Well...” he eventually sighed, nuzzling against my neck, giving me a soft, gentle squeeze around my waist. “I guess we know what we'll be doing tomorrow; they call them 'morning-after-pills' for a reason. I'm sorry, sweetie... I know I shouldn't have. But in the heat of the moment... I just couldn't resist!”
“Oh!” I gasped, my emotions a sudden whirl I couldn't hope to interpret. “That's okay, Daddy... you don't have to apologize! I wanted it, too, you know!”
“No. You didn't,” he chuckled, kissing me again. “Thank you for saying so... but I know you far too well for you to be able to lie to me, sweetheart. Thank you so, so much, for being willing to go along with it... I have no words, to tell you how much that means, that you were willing to do that for me! But I know you only did it because I asked you to. I just thank God morning after pills are a thing! Don't worry... I'll pick one up for you first thing tomorrow morning, I promise.”
I swallowed, my emotions continuing to spin. But at the sound of Daddy's promise, there was one, above all others, that began to crystallize out of the mess.
“You... you don't have to do that, Daddy,” I managed to choke out.
“Baby?” he quizzically tilted his head.
“You... you're only partly right, Daddy,” I gulped, gathering my nerve. “When... when you said you were going to cum in me, it definitely came as a surprise! But... just because I wasn't expecting it... just because I might not have been totally sure yet whether I wanted it, as it was happening... that doesn't mean I regret it, now that it has.”
“Baby...” he said again, his eyes widening. But I lifted my hand, placing my finger over his lips before he could say anything else.
“You know how much I've always wanted to have babies of my own, Daddy,” I explained, softly, quietly, staring him deeply in his gorgeous, crystal blue eyes. “Never in a million years would I ever have expected you to be the one giving them to me... but I love you, Daddy! When I said I wanted to be yours... I meant that, Daddy! I meant it more than I've ever meant anything in my entire life! I... I want to have your babies, Daddy! As many as you'll let me!”
“Are... are you really sure, baby?” he asked, his voice gruff, uncertain... and struggling against the desire, the need, every bit as strong as my own, that I could see clearly in his eyes.
I tried for a moment, to figure out what to say. Something heartfelt, and romantic, and eloquent. Something that would perfectly encapsulate this moment, and the unbelievable complexity, and depth, of what I was feeling. Something that would make him understand. I stared into his eyes, my mouth moving soundlessly... and I kissed him. Firmly, passionately, and straight on his lips. And as he responded, eagerly, hungrily, his hands moving to my breasts again... words were something neither of us needed. Not anymore.
I reluctantly backed away from our kiss, pushing myself up out of his lap and letting him slip out of me, intending to finally get myself the rest of the way out of my jeans. I wanted to straddle his lap and kiss him properly, without having to twist around to do it over my shoulder for once! And I did just that, bending over at my waist and giving him a really good look at my creamy, cum-filled little kitty as I did so... until I turned back around to face him, and got my first true look at his cock!
“Oh my God!” I gasped, my eyes going wide as saucers, I'm sure! “Daddy... you're huge! Was that whole thing really up inside of me?”
“Where else do you think it was?” he laughed in surprise, caught aback by my unexpected reaction. He reached out to take my hand... but rather than letting him pull me into his lap again, like I'd intended, I diverted myself to the empty bit of couch at his side, crawling up onto my knees, and leaning down to get a closer look.
“Wow, Daddy...” I sighed, shaking my head as I took him into my hand, and gently started to stroke. He was soaking wet and slippery, covered crown to balls (and beyond!) in my creamy white cum. And he was so, so big! I'd already known that, in a way... feeling him inside me, he obviously hadn't been small! But actually seeing it, and being able to compare him to other things, like the size of my hand, and the thickness and length of my forearm...
I leaned in closer, kissing his tip... he moaned, which made me giggle. “It's a good thing you didn't let me see it, before you put it inside! If I'd had any idea just how big you are... I'd have been way too scared, to even let you try!”
“You sure about that, sweetie?” he chuckled again. “I seem to remember you being rather... intent, at the time.”
“Maybe...” I admitted with a giggle.
“And... how are you feeling about it now?” he asked, softly, lovingly stroking his fingers through my hair. “Still scared, now that you know?”
“More proud, than scared!” I laughed, shaking my head. “I can hardly believe I actually took this whole thing! But mostly... now, I'm just really looking forward to doing it again!” I kissed him again, making him laugh. “But, uh... maybe not tonight, if that's okay? I'm feeling okay down there, mostly... But... I think it's probably a better idea if I don't push my luck. At least not right away. Besides... I really want to try doing it with my mouth, instead!” I slipped my lips down onto his crown then, sucking hard to illustrate my point.
“Ungh!” he moaned, the sound gratifying in a way I couldn't even explain. “Are you sure, baby? I haven't even finished going soft, yet... it's going to take quite a while, getting me off just using your mouth!”
“Good!” I popped my lips off him with a giggle. “More time for me to play!”
“Well... at least stretch yourself out on the couch, then,” he chuckled. “That position's going to be murder on your knees!”
That much, I was happy to do. Even if I was pretty sure the real reason he'd asked me to, was because of how it made my boobs squish against his thigh! I certainly didn't mind. And the way he reached down to squeeze and fondle my butt as I was slurping on his cock... well, that was just a bonus!
I started out by cleaning him, licking up every bit of my juices I could find. I was surprised to find how much I liked the taste. I'd sucked my fingers clean after masturbating, lots of times... but then, it was just because it was a convenient way to get rid of the mess. Actually tasting myself on Daddy's cock, and even more, on his big, hairy balls, where so much more of my cream seemed to have accumulated... it wasn't remotely the same thing! And Daddy really, really seemed to like it too, especially when I sucked on his balls, which made it even better for me!
But once I'd finished cleaning him, that was when I really got to play! He'd finished going soft by that point, though he was still thick and heavy in my hand. I bounced him around, slapping him on my tongue, and against my face. I slurped him deep into my mouth... I still couldn't make him fit all the way inside, not without gagging. But I managed a little more than half, which was way more than I ever could have hoped for when he was erect!
It took less time than I'd expected, before he started getting hard again. I communicated my surprise... Daddy laughed, and said that was only because he had such a sexy young girl serving as his inspiration! I'm not sure how much of that was true, and how much was just because he wanted to give me a compliment... but it made a warm glow appear in my chest, either way. And watching, and feeling, Daddy rapidly getting harder for me as I played... it was amazing! I'd have said it was just about the best thing ever... if having sex with Daddy hadn't just completely recalibrated my awesomeness scale!
It got much harder once he was... well, harder. I couldn't fit anything but his head inside my mouth anymore, and had to content myself with just sucking and slurping on it, swirling around it with my tongue, relying on my hands to stroke the rest of his shaft, and play with his balls.
Daddy was right, it did take a long time for me to get him there. Quite a bit longer than when he'd been using my kitty. But I was having so much fun sucking and playing with him, I couldn't have cared less! Admittedly, my jaw was getting kinda sore, from stretching so wide... But hearing Daddy's moans made it more than worth the price—not to mention how much I was enjoying the way he was playing with my butt, as I sucked him!
“Any second now, baby...” he groaned in warning.
“Mmmm...” I purred around his head, the vibration of my lips making him gasp. I appreciated the thought, letting me choose... but there was no way in hell I was taking it anywhere but straight into my mouth! There were so many things I wanted to try... I wanted to fuck him with my big, soft titties, and let him spray all over them! I wanted to feel him covering my face! I'd let him cum anywhere he wanted to! But right now... right now, more than anything, I wanted it in my mouth! I wanted to taste it, and swallow it down, and have it filling my belly... the same as he had already filled my womb!
“Ohhh, take it, baby! Take Daddy's cum in that pretty little mouth!” he growled, his hips jerking off the couch, his thick, amazing cock pulsing between my lips!
I squealed in joy, the first shot choking me a little as it hit the back of my throat. But I continued to suck, as jet after jet of hot, creamy Daddy-goo flooded my mouth. It was salty... but not unpleasantly so. Not remotely gross, or disgusting, as I'd heard it described by girls at school. But... maybe that was just because I loved him so much. Maybe it would have been gross, if I'd just been sucking off some random boy, more out of peer pressure and expectations than because I actually cared about him at all. But Daddy... nothing Daddy did to me could ever be gross, or bad! Not even...
I blushed, as I thought about it. Not even if he wanted to stick it up my butt! That was scary, thinking of taking something so big inside such a tiny little hole! But... I'd let him do it, if he wanted to. I'd let Daddy do anything to me! Anything at all!
Daddy finished pulsing, and still I kept him in my mouth, sucking and swirling him with my tongue, playing with the thick, gooey load I had yet to swallow. But then Daddy was pushing me away, unable to stand that much sensitivity... I resisted, briefly, teasingly... but I understood, and didn't fight too hard. I backed off, lifting myself up, and crawled quickly into his lap, straddling his hips. I stared into his eyes... then tilted my head back, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue a little, to display my prize! Only after he'd seen did I close my mouth and swallow, feeling the amazing thickness of it coating my throat on its way down to my belly.
“All gone!” I giggled girlishly, opening my mouth again to prove it. I expected him to tease me somehow... or maybe to tell me I was his 'good girl' again. I wasn't expecting him to grab me by the back of my head, and shove his tongue into my mouth as he kissed me! Not while I still had his cum on my breath, the taste of it still coating my tongue!
“Mmph!” I gasped. But surprised as I was, of course I couldn't resist. I immediately began kissing him back, pushing myself against him, squishing my titties hotly against his chest.
We eventually relented... but only because we had no choice, as we were both running out of air!
“I love you, Daddy!” I murmured against his cheek. “I love you so, so much!”
“I love you too, kitten!” he purred back. “I love you more than life itself!”
We started kissing again, lack of breath be damned! Then he stood, lifting and carrying me by his grip on my butt, as he took me upstairs, through his bedroom, and into his shower to clean up.
We soaped and cleaned and played... I wanted him to do me again, when he eventually recovered enough to started getting hard. But Daddy stood firm (in more ways than just the one!), insisting that I stick to my initial instincts, and that we wait to give my body the night to recover, first.
I pouted... but I knew he was probably right. I offered to fuck him with my titties, instead, and I knew he was tempted... but he asked for a rain check on that, saying he wasn't sure he'd be able to cum again so soon after doing it twice in a row, regardless of whatever his cock seemed to be saying about the idea. I was more than willing to try anyways... but I decided not to push it. We would have the rest of our lives together... I didn't have to do everything on our very first night!
Daddy took me into his bed... our bed, moving close in behind me as we snuggled. I purred in pleasure, wriggling sleepily in his arms... and broke into a yawn. Maybe turning down my offer of a titty-fuck had been about more than Daddy's ability to recover. Now that I was actually laying down... I was exhausted!
“Night, sweetheart!” Daddy murmured, kissing the back of my neck. “Love you!” He had his arm wrapped tight around me, his hand lovingly, possessively cupping my breast.
“Love you, Daddy!” I echoed him, rocking my hips just a little, rubbing his hard cock where it lay nestled between the curves of my ass. “Nighty night!
He kissed my neck again, and we settled softly down to sleep. I knew it was crazy. Making love to my own Daddy like this... letting him put his babies in me! But I loved him! I loved him so, so much! More than I could ever love some random, stupid boy my own age. And Daddy loved me, too. I was his baby girl... and I would love him, and take care of him, better than any other woman ever could! And crazy or not... I was going to prove it!