I padded over to his bed and pulled the covers aside. He didn’t react; just continued snoring. I climbed into bed next to him, throwing my arm over his strong chest, cradling Alphonse between my breasts and him. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his strong scent—he always smelled slightly of Old Style, his preferred brand of beer, and tobacco, even though I knew he gave up smoking after my mom died. He had to be around, he reasoned, since I didn’t have anyone else, so he couldn’t be doing something that would lead him to an early grave. That was the kind of noble, gentle, considerate person my daddy is.
Now, this was not an unusual occurrence. At least a few times a summer, I’d climb into my dad’s bed during a thunderstorm. I’d been doing this ever since I was a little girl, so I think he was pretty used to it by now. Maybe I did it a little less as I got older—especially once I started growing breasts and once little blonde hairs starting sprouting down there—but I still did it when things got really bad.
Even with the thunder roaring outside our window, even with the rain screeching against the roof of the house, I was at peace now, so long as I had my daddy. I drifted off to sleep.
…and woke up to big, strong hands on my breasts. I murmured in pleasure—whoever was touching me sure knew how to do it! Thumbs stroked my nipples gently and the hands kneaded me slowly, like dough. I had no idea what was going on—sure, I’d heard my girlfriends talk about doing stuff like this with their boyfriends but I’d never done that. I’d only ever kissed boys and maybe let them squeeze my ass at dances. I’d never let any boy see me naked and I’d never let any boy touch my boobs.
But god, this felt good. I melted into those strong, warm hands touching me, molding me to whatever perfection he demanded. I pressed my chest forward, wanting that strength to hold me even more firmly.
Wait, who the hell was this?
I opened my eyes wide, suddenly aware of a massive presence straddling me.
Daddy.
I gasped. Or, rather, I tried to but my daddy decided to kiss me just then, and kiss me hard. I couldn’t help it. I melted into the kiss, closing my eyes and forgetting where I was and what was happening.
“Tricia,” he murmured dreamily. Oh god, that was my mom’s name. He’s dreaming and he thinks I’m my mom!
I had to wake him. I couldn’t let him do this. Even as he spread incendiary kisses along my neck, suckling my flesh in a way that drove me crazy, a way that made me want to climb on top of him, I knew I had to stop him. Right? Didn’t I?
“Tricia, I’ve missed you so much…” he murmured again, a note of lingering sadness in his voice.
“Daddy…” I whispered. “I’m not Tricia!”
“I know, baby girl,” he whispered back, and I realized he wasn’t actually asleep. He was just pretending to be asleep. “I just miss her so bad… Please, do this for me, baby doll. Do this for me, Kayla: pretend to be Tricia.”
I started to speak but I couldn’t make the words come out. My poor father—he married the woman of his dreams, only to lose her a few months later. And then, he raised a girl he barely knew, all by himself, pouring all of himself, all his love, all his passion, all his strength into her… Into me.
Didn’t he deserve something? Maybe he deserved one more night with Tricia? Maybe he deserved one more night with his wife? And wasn’t I the closest thing to his wife left? I was her flesh; people who knew her always commented that I look exactly like her. Maybe this was a way to say thank you to my sweet, sweet daddy.
And it didn’t hurt that he was so strong, so handsome and, apparently, so skilled at what he was doing.
“Jim,” I whispered back before knowing what I was doing. “I… I’ve missed you too. But I’m back.”
“Never go away again,” he murmured softly. He pulled my tank top off, tossing it away, and set to work suckling my nipples. I threw my head back and moaned, running my fingers through his short, curly hair. His mouth was exquisite. The way he teased my nipples, tracing the outline before setting to work teasing my swollen, hard little nubs, it drove me crazy. So this is what I had been missing out on in high school?
Meanwhile, his hand dropped between my legs, his palm pressing against my hot mound. With a surge of embarrassment, I realized that I was wet—really wet. Sopping, actually. What would he think? I felt so dirty, so naughty, but I couldn’t help myself… I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life!
Of course, he thought I was his wife. He would expect me to be this wet, naturally. He rubbed me and sucked my nipples. I felt his teeth go to work, scraping my sensitive flesh. I whimpered, holding his hair tight with one hand while I gripped his arm with my other. This was incredible.
He pulled my panties to the side, exposing my wet hole to the cold evening air. God, my daddy was about to play with my pussy! He slid his fingers along my slit from the bottom to the top and I moaned. I had only ever done this to myself. I’d never felt anything like this. I’d never had a boy touch me like this. And what was even better was that this was not a boy… This was unquestionably a man touching me.
He teased my clit, as if he knew exactly how much pressure to apply at every moment. He started off slow, tickling it gently before speeding up his strokes. My juices were flowing like a small stream now. I gripped the sheets and spread my legs wide for my daddy.
“Oh…” I whispered. “Daddy… I mean, Jim! Jim!”
“Tricia, honey, you’re so wet.”
“I am, Jim. I’m wet for you.”
“I want to taste you again.”
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Taste me? Could he mean… Oh god, it sounded so exciting!
“Yes, Jim… Taste me.”
He slid my panties down my smooth legs and I silently said a prayer of thanksgiving, since I had shaved earlier that day and my legs were totally hairless. I kept my pussy neat and trimmed, with only a bit of soft, blonde hair. He spread my legs open wide and I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. Here I was with my legs spread wide for my very own father, and he was face to face with my hot, wet, quivering cunt! I felt so, so dirty! So naughty.
“Daddy…” I whispered, quietly enough that I hoped he wouldn’t hear. He started off on my thighs, kissing and sucking my soft, supple skin. I whimpered at the sensation—god, it was delicious. My inner thighs were so sensitive but this was like he was reminding me that I had an itch somewhere else that needed to be scratched. He licked his way up, into the crease between my crotch and my thigh, running his tongue along the tender flesh, tasting my skin, my sweat, and my juices as they dripped out of my hole.
“Please, Jim,” I whispered. It felt so wrong to call him that but then again, what we were doing was wrong… So, so wrong. “Please, don’t tease me like that.”
“But you love to be teased,” he pointed out. I imagined him and my mother doing this. Would I be able to fool him into thinking I was her? Would he recognize my body as my mother’s? Maybe he’d even like me… more?
Waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure surged through me as his tongue slid along my slit. His tongue followed the same path as his finger had, exploring from the base of my cunt up to my clit and back down. This tongue lashing continued while he reached up to fondle my tits, flicking my nipples into swollen hardness (as if they could ever grow soft with my own daddy licking my sopping wet pussy!). Then, he slid a finger inside my cunt and his tongue swirled around my clit.
My hips bucked when I felt him make contact with my clit. His tongue tickled and teased me, warming me and sending me into pleasant convulsions. I moaned and grunted as he worked, tracing the rim of my clit before bearing down on the center of my pleasure, licking up and down and then from side to side, alternating so that my impending orgasm would build before sliding down ever so slightly, enough to prolong my exquisite agony.
Finally, though, I felt the warmth building in my tummy and then, all at once, it hit a boiling point and exploded. My body shook as the most powerful climax of my short life ripped through m
y body. I grabbed my daddy by the hair and pressed his face deep into my pussy,
As I lay there, coming down from my powerful, mind-shattering climax, I heard him slipping off his boxer shorts. Oh, god, I thought. I had to stop this now.
Did I? I did, right? Oh, god, why did this have to be so hard… And why did HE have to be so HARD?!
But, as much as I knew I should stop it, as much as I knew I should wake him up, I couldn’t bring myself to. I wanted more. I wanted to feel my daddy inside of me. And even more than that, I wanted him to know it was me, though I didn’t dare say anything, lest he stop our pretend roleplay…
He grabbed me by the hips and as he flipped me over, laying me on my belly and then pulling my ass up into the air, I was reminded of how strong my daddy was. He spread my ass cheeks and I whimpered, my sopping wet cunt spread wide for him, not to mention my tight little asshole. I felt the tip of something hot and hard pressing against my pussy.
“I love you, baby,” he murmured, still in a complete reverie.
And then, suddenly, he slammed his entire length deep into me. At the same time, a loud salvo of thunder echoed across the sky. It was married to a blast of lightning that lit up the room for a brief second. I couldn’t believe that he didn’t wake up at that moment and look down to see his own daughter beneath him, impaled on his hard cock…
I was wet enough that he slid in easily but I wasn’t ready for his size. I was still a virgin, still tight, and I screamed as he stretched out my previously undefiled pussy. I groaned as he began to thrust into me hard, his thrusts pumping me mercilessly. It hurt but god, it was a good ache. It was an ache I wanted more of.
I found myself pushing my hips back into him, trying to take more of that long, hard cock into my pussy. I wanted as much of my daddy’s cock as possible. I wanted to feel his balls slapping my pussy as he fucked me. I wanted to feel the tip of his dick, meaty and fat, rub my sensitive inner walls as he plunged it hard and deep into my hot, sticky depths.
“Oh, Jim, Jim, Jim…” I moaned in rapid succession, my hands struggling to hold onto something, anything, as the intense sensations ripped through my body. I loved this. I loved the way my daddy fucked me. I loved it and I didn’t care who knew it.
“Daddy…” I whimpered, hoping again that he couldn’t hear me. It was so hot, so desperate. Louder, I moaned: “Fuck me!”
“That’s it, babe. Moan for me, baby girl,” my daddy grunted as he pounded me. “You love the way I fuck you, don’t you? You’re a little slut for daddy.”
I grunted back, giving him everything I had as I pressed my hips onto his meaty shaft. I knew then that he knew what he was doing, that he knew he was fucking his little daughter and not his dead wife…
“Yes, Jim. You’re my daddy. I’m daddy’s slutty little girl! Fuck me, daddy!” I moaned, louder now, giving up all pretense of trying to keep him in the dark about my actual identity.
“That’s it, baby. Now you’ve got it!” he moaned, gripping my tits hard, hard enough to leave bruises, but I didn’t care at that moment. All I cared about was my daddy’s hard cock deep inside of me, and the way it twitched and spasmed, more and more with each passing moment… It pulsed and throbbed, rubbing against my insides, teasing me, letting me know what was to come…
Could I let him cum inside of me? Should I? Oh, god, again, I knew I shouldn’t but I wanted it so bad. I wanted to feel that hot, sticky cum spilling out of his cock, shooting into me. I had only ever heard my girlfriends talk about it. They talked about how much better it was than with a condom, how they loved the way their boyfriends’ cocks spasmed and pumped inside of them, filling them up… But to let my daddy do that?
The question of whether or not to let him was soon solved for me: he pressed me down and with one final heroic, triumphant grunt, he drove his cock deeper into me than he ever had before. I screamed, feeling it touch something deep inside of me, something I didn’t even know was there, and then I felt his cock begin to explode, spilling stream after stream of hot seed into my womb. I moaned, loving the feeling of the cum filling me up, sticking to my insides. I loved its warmth and I loved knowing that it came from my daddy.
He collapsed on top of me. I lay there beneath him, panting, exhausted by the pounding I had just taken. I wanted to fall asleep but I knew I had to get out from under him and put my clothes back on.
Unfortunately, he was snoring and he had me pretty well pinned. He definitely hadn’t been asleep when we were having sex, but he fell asleep pretty fast now. I squirmed and wiggled until I slid out from under him, his flaccid cock popping out of me with a satisfying wet noise. I gathered my panties and tank top, put them back on, and then noticed his underwear lying on the floor. I had better put that back on him too, I decided, since he might believe that he had just had a wet dream in the middle of the night if he were still wearing his boxers.
I picked up his boxers and slid one leg through one hole and then the other leg through its hole. With some difficult, I slid the boxers up his muscular, sweaty legs, until finally, he was clothed once again. Then, I pulled the covers back over him and planted a kiss on his moist forehead.
“Goodnight, Daddy,” I whispered as I left his room. I went back to my own and by the time I was back in bed, the rain had stopped and all I could hear were the sounds of crickets in the night.
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The next morning, I woke up to an ache deep in my pussy. I felt like I had been beaten with a baseball bat all over, in fact—my daddy had groped my tits hard and the same with my ass. Still, I could feel his wet seed inside of me still. Was it taking root? I wondered that and it honestly didn’t bother me as I thought more and more about it… Whatever happened, I would deal with it later.
I showered and dressed, putting on a flowing, low-cut sun dress that I liked to wear to the beach, and went downstairs to find my daddy reading the paper over a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and hash browns.
“Hell of a storm last night, huh, Kayla?” he said, cheerfully.
That’s my name, if you didn’t know already. Kayla. Nice to meet you. Now that you’ve heard about my shameful, dirty secret late night rendezvous.
“Yeah, it sure was,” I said, filling up a plate with eggs and bacon. I’ve never much liked hash browns. I poured a cup of coffee for myself, which I don’t normally do, but I was pretty tired after my little performance the night before.
“Coffee?” my dad asked, noticing.
“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well last night. You know, because of the storm.”
“Did you come get in my bed last night?” he asked. I froze but his tone of voice didn’t suggest that he suspected anything.
“Um, yeah, I think I did. I thought I dreamed it maybe? I think I came in for a little bit and then went back to my own bed.”
“Huh, makes sense. I just noticed that my covers were a little weird this morning, is all.”
“Whoops, sorry.”
“And you left Alphonse in the bed.”
“Aw, poor Alphonse. He must have been lonely without me.”
“Well, I think he had an okay night.”
My daddy got up to get some more coffee. Phew, I thought. He didn’t suspect a thing.
At least, that’s what I thought until he came up behind me and slid a hand down the from of my dress, cupping one of my breasts. I gasped, whimpering and involuntarily pressing my chest forward.
“Alphonse had a weird stain on him. I wonder where that came from?” he asked, curiously.
I swallowed hard. Uh-oh.
“Um, I have no idea… Sweat, maybe?”
“Nope. What kind of stain do you think it was?”
His hand found its way into my bra and he stroked my nipple. I whimpered. Did he know? And if he did, why was he doing this, now, in broad day light?
“S…semen?”
“Could be. But I think it came from you.”
“You were awake,” I blurted out.
“Oh, I sure was. You seemed to be having such
a good time, I couldn’t bring myself to stop you.”
“Daddy!” I squealed.
“Was that your first time?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Well, I’m honored.”
My face darkened. I felt like he had lied to me. But part of me didn’t care…
“We shouldn’t have done that. You should’ve stopped when you woke up,” I said, trying to be serious, even though I was ever so glad that he didn’t stop me…
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