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My dad was giving it all to me. All 10 inches of his cock.
“Keep squeezing me like that baby. Come on Steph milk daddy’s cock.” His breath was ragged, sweat dripping off his lean body. We had been going at it for the last half an hour. The third time today, and it was only 2:00pm.
“Come on baby,” my dad begged. I refused to look at him in the eyes. If he wanted a fuck buddy he got one. He had no right to expect me to show emotion.
I lay there, in the middle of our living room, my bra half way on, my blouse thrown over the lamp, my jeans and panties still hanging off one leg. My dad had opened his trousers a little, his cock peeking through enough to allow him the pleasure of my body. I didn’t understand why he hadn’t gotten undressed, my mother was at some sort of women empowerment presentation thing for the next two days. He had more than enough time to take what he wanted from me. Him doing it while fully clothed just made me feel cheap.
“Steph give me something. I need something from you,” he grunted. Ironic, considering he was already taking residence in my body. Taking the thing I treasured the most.
I mustered up as much enthusiasm as I could. “Oh dadddy!” I moaned half-heartedly. “Put your thick cock in your daughter’s pussy.” I ground my crotch against his for effort. “You are so big I love it. Ride me better than you ride Mom. Make me scream your name.” I humped my hips up and down his, suppressing shudders from the pleasure the action was giving me. No orgasm, I internally chanted. No orgasm and no pleasure. Make him feel it. Make him feel guilty. You don’t even like the feeling of him in you. You’re disgusted by his mere presence.
My pussy throbbed. Damn.
“That’s right baby. Take it. Take it all!” He pistoned in and out, his eyes glued on my face while my eyes gazed lazily around the room, acting like I was bored with the whole thing. It wasn’t technically a lie. After years of suffering abuse I had finally shut off. Not even the pleasure of my dad’s endowed dick was enough to make me truly enjoy this. A month ago, when I had come back from Florida, he had taken me rough and nonconsentually in our garage. Ever since then he has kept pushing himself on me. Day after day, even if I don't want it, no scratch that, especially when I don't want it. I was done on so many levels. The only consolation was that in about six months or so I would be off to college. Far away from his disgusting molestation. I may have been nineteen and technically an adult already but in my dad’s eyes I was still HIS teenaged slut.
As if he knew what I was thinking my dad quickly pulled out. Without so much as a single word he turned me over so that my belly was now on the carpet, my naked butt facing him.
Oh, that was another thing I forgot to mention. We had begun doing anal. Kinky, I know. But what could be expected from a man who fucked his own daughter?
“Look at that sweet ass,” he purred, stroking a hand along my cheek, slapping it a little so it giggled in his palm.
“Daddy loves your ass Steph. It’s so tight, just like how your pussy used to be. Being in your ass reminds me of being in your tight virgin pussy.” His words stung, from the implication that I wasn’t as good a lay as before or from the recollection of our first time I didn’t quite know. But feeling him pushing at my butt, which I had already slathered with lube in preparation, made me realize just how far we had come since our first. At the time I had thought we were a one and done thing, now I knew I had been wrong. So, so, wrong.
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“Pizza tonight Chipmunk,” my dad hollered, his head peeking through my room door. He was wearing a typical dad like yellow collared shirt paired with some just-above-the-knee khaki shorts. I don’t know why my dad didn’t dress nicer, he was a good looking man when he tried.
“Yeah Dad.” I smiled at him, turning around in my desk chair and sticking my tongue out to let him know he was intruding in my space. I still had a ton of math homework to do tonight.
“Stick your tongue at me again and I’m getting olives on the pizza.” My dad’s sing songy voice teased. I narrowed my eyes. I knew he was just joking, I really hated olives. He wouldn’t dare.
“You would never,” I teased, sticking out my tongue again and calling his bluff.
“Olives and anchovies it is,” he proclaimed, his head disappearing from my door frame. I heard laughing and footsteps as he ran down the hallway before I could respond.
“No you don’t,” I yelled. Jumping out of my desk chair I ran out my room and down the stairs, positive that I had heard his footsteps going towards the kitchen.“Where are you dad?” I asked, my eyes scanning behind the living room curtains and behind the entertainment center. My dad was the best at hiding. How he managed to do so while being so tall I didn’t know.
I walked around the coffee table, purposefully stomping my feet to let him know where I was. A smile formed on my face. Seeing my dad happy had made me surprisingly giddy. I hadn’t seen him laugh or smile in a while. Him and Mom were having some marriage trouble, although they still hadn’t said a word to me. A couple mornings I had woken up and found him sleeping on the couch. Then there was the fact that my parents didn’t even kiss anymore. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of my parent’s kissing was icky on all levels, but them not even bothering to share a good morning peck was troubling. Dad seemed more tired lately, the rings around his eyes more pronounced. It was obvious he was lonely, especially since Mom had gotten her new job. She traveled a lot, and as a professional ‘organizer,’ whatever that meant, she spent a lot of time with single, good looking men trying to get clean and impress the ladies. The separation was obviously taking a toll. My dad’s sunken eyes and pale skin were proof enough. As each day passed and each wrinkle formed I felt a dark force slowly sneaking its way into our house.
“AHA!” He yelled, leaping out from behind the cabinet and wrapping his arms around me in a big bear hug. He swung me around and I instinctively gripped his arms, scared he would drop me. My hair got caught in my mouth and I sputtered. He continued twirling me around a couple more times until finally, after I was sufficiently dizzy, we stopped. My dad rested my feet gently on the kitchen tile.
“Try stick out your tongue now,” he challenged, one of his hands out in front, ready to tickle me if need be.
The temptation was too hard to bare, I stuck my tongue out, twisting my face so that I could see straight into his. My dad smiled back and I knew what was going to happen. My body tensed in preparation. But suddenly his face dropped and his gaze lowered, his eyes growing cloudy. I followed his gaze, looking down at myself. In our playing he had accidentally pulled down my dress strap. The dress was an old summer one I wore when it was hot. The color was dull and the seams incredibly stretched out, but it was comfortable. Yet because it was old the strap had easily slipped down, revealing nearly my entire right boob. My dad’s hand was just barely touching the bottom of it and I swear I saw his thumb move a little up towards my nipple.
I pushed out of his hands and tugged it up, smoothing my dress down to make sure everything was nice and put away. My boob wasn’t that big, I mean I didn’t think so, it was only a C cup. I was eighteen, already a senior in high school, and no guy had ever touched my boobs, nor make any mention that they wanted to.
“Sorry Dad,” I apologized, turning around to look at him. He was frozen in thought. I waved a hand in front of his face. “Hello! Anyone in there? Earth to Dad.”
His eyes caught the movement of my hand and the trance broke. He looked at my face and smiled, although it wasn’t quite as bright as before. “It’s okay honey. I’m sorry too, sometimes I just forget you’re all grown up. Can’t play too rough, considering you’re a girl and all.” His tone was mocking and in response I stuck my tongue out just a little bit. His smile grew brighter and he rubbed his hand against my head, messing my hair up completely before reaching for the phone next to the fridge. “So olive and anchovy pizza?” he asked.
Just like that I felt the tension in the room dissolve. “Sure thing dad,” I countered. “But don’t forget the mushrooms.”
“Hahaha!” He laughed, leaning back as his mouth opened in a hearty chuckle. “You got me there Chipmunk.” My dad hated mushrooms just as much as I hated olives.
Feeling positively smug I marched back to my room, working oh so diligently. Thankfully by the time the pizza arrived I was already done. I put everything away and went downstairs, the smell of pineapple and ham leading me to the dining table.
“Looks good Dad,” I announced, making him jump a little. His back was facing me.
“My gosh Steph,” he said. “You’re like a bloodhound, you can smell food a mile away.”
“That and the fact that the pizza guy rang our doorbell and I could hear you guys talking,” I countered, taking my seat. He reached over and put a big slice on my plate.
“Careful it’s ho…” But it was too late, I had already dug in. I thought I heard him mutter something about ‘impatient children’ but then again my face was too full with pizza to really take notice.
“You’re an animal.” He laughed. I looked up and smiled, opening my mouth so he could see all the chewed up food inside. “Yupp,” I agreed.
By the time dinner was over I was very much stuffed and my dad very much baffled. I had eaten five slices, not bad for a little chipmunk. I skipped over to watch TV, plopping on our couch and looking for the remote. “Hey dad did you see the…” He waved it in front of my face and I snatched it up. He always knew what I needed before I did. Always one step ahead.
“I’m going to go take a shower and head to bed.” He announced.
“Already? I thought we would watch a movie.”
“Yeah sorry Chipmunk, but I’m just really tired. Work has been pretty busy lately.” I gave him a half-hearted smile, hoping that he was telling the truth.
Suddenly his demeanor changed. “Oh,” he said, obviously trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably. “Mom called, said she won’t be coming home tonight and she’s going to crash at a client’s house.” My smile turned to a frown as I watched my dad wince with the news, as if hearing it aloud gave him pain. I just knew he was going to sleep early tonight because of her. Going to sleep in an empty bed and waking up to a cold morning.
“Turn off the TV before you leave.” In my daydreaming, my dad had left, now already half-way up the stairs.
“G’dnight.” I yelled, sadness washing over me as I prayed that things would change.
Sometime around eleven I woke up. My head was smashed against the remote, an infomercial playing on the screen. I always did this, fell asleep in front of the TV. My dad got on my case about how it was a waste of electricity but for some reason I could never quite escape the sleepiness it brought on. I flicked the remote to turn it off and headed up stairs. It was a shame that I hadn’t finished the episode.
I was pretty much lost in thought when a soft groan made me stumble back a few steps. The sound appeared to be coming from my parent’s bedroom. I glanced over, the light was still slipping out from under their door, and if my dad’s night lamp was on it meant he was definitely still awake.
I snuck forward as quietly as possible. It was way past my bedtime, and he would no doubt be angry with me for being up so late. Convinced I was close enough, I reached forward and turned the door handle, careful to move it in such a way as to not emit any sound. If he was up this late it must be extremely important. Sometimes I liked to help him with his late night cases, it was good father-daughter bonding.
Once the knob was turned I pushed slightly, opening the door only about six inches. Instinctively I looked to the right.
The thing about my parents room is that when you open the door just a little bit you can get a clear glimpse of my mother’s nightstand. On it is her gigantic mirror which in turn gives a perfect view of the bed. When I was little I used it all the time to check if my parents were sleeping, it was a great way to be nosy and not get caught.
I concentrated on the mirror, the change in lighting taking a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. A picture formed in the reflection. All other thoughts flying out of my mind as I tried to wrap my head around what I was seeing. Yupp, my dad was definitely awake.
From the reflection I could tell he was naked. His white legs rested above the comforter, and he was sitting up with his back to the headboard. He was grabbing his penis with his right hand. Next to him was a big bottle of lotion that he must have used on it because it was all slick and shiny. Black curly hair peeked out from around his penis, I think it was called pubes. I watched in fascination as his hands moved up and down. I had never seen one in real life before. Were they always so big? This must be what we called an erection, which would make sense since it was poking out and about like that. I knew guys liked to play with their dicks, and I knew at my age most girls had already sampled some dick for themselves, but I wasn’t like that. My friends liked to joke around and call me Mary, since the only way I was ever going to hook a guy was through immaculate conception. Oh the never ending virgin jokes.
My dad’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his hand still going up and down. I marveled at how perfect he was at doing that. He was moving in a rhythm and with each stroke his penis seemed to get bigger. I could tell he was enjoying it because his mouth was open and these soft moans were escaping his lips. His chest was covered in sweat, not unusual considering the heat, but I wondered if maybe moving his hand up and down like that was making him tired.
“Steph honey.” I froze, my back rigid. He had seen me, or maybe he had heard me. Looking at the reflection it didn’t appear so. His head was still rolled back and his hand hadn’t stopped moving. “Please just touch it. Touch daddy’s cock.” My eyes bugged at his words. My dad wanted me to touch his penis...um I mean cock? Right now? Glancing back at his reflection I could see he wasn’t even looking at me. That meant he was fantasizing about me touching it! My dad was thinking about me and getting horny. The thought gave me a weird sensation in the pit of my belly.
“Just a little honey.” Obviously my dad’s fantasy was getting better. It seemed impossible but his hand was increasing its speed. His lifted a little off of the bed, like he was straining towards something. “In your mouth Steph. Suck it in your mouth!” I gasped, forgetting my place and covering the sound quickly after.
“Daddy can’t put it in your pussy but he’ll put it in your mouth. Swallow daddy’s cum! Take it all! Uggh, you little tease!!” His words were getting stronger and I could tell something was about to happen. He moved his head back and opened his eyes, looking at his cock as he continued up and down its length. “Take it honey. Take it!” With his words I could feel something inside me grow wet. I reached down to touch the crotch of my underwear. The bottom of my panties were soaked. Not a normal wet, a slimy kind of wet. Feeling around myself I could tell the slime was coming from deep inside, kind of like pee.
I had just thought that when suddenly I fell forward. Taking my hand off the floor had made me unbalanced and although I had been squatting next to the crack in the door I felt myself quickly fall forward, my head hitting the door and making it fly open. I didn’t have my other hand to brace myself since it was still stuck in my panties and I fell roughly and noisily against the wood of my dad’s room. A loud whack sounded and in the mirror I saw my dad’s eyes fly to my form.
“What the hell…” he yelled, moving the pillows around the bed in search of something. Probably his pants I guessed, since he was making a big effort to hide his penis with his left hand. Sensing the distraction I quickly snatched my hands out of my underwear and wiped my fingers on my dress, praying he hadn’t seen anything.
I stood up then, trying my best not to cry at the whole situation. My dad had been playing with himself and I had been watching. I didn’t mean to. I hadn’t expected it. Gosh this was embarrassing.
When I had finally gathered enough courage to look up my dad was in his shorts and the lotion out of sight. There was a big tent in his bottoms from his penis but I pretended not to notice, instead looking at his face and rubbing my eyes like I was really tired.
“Sorry dad.” I yawned. “I fell asleep on the couch and was coming upstairs when I heard a sound from your room.” The lie came, flowing from my tongue effortlessly. “Are you working on a case or something?” Please fall for it. Please fall for it, I prayed.
“Oh yeah Chipmunk,” my dad’s tone was strained. “I was just doing some important documents for tomorrow. You should get to bed now.” I rubbed my eyes again, peeking at him a little as I did so. His face was an expression of relief. Looking at him like this I noticed how much weight he had lost in the last couple of months. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been crying, and his skin was pale. Is this how he looked when he wasn’t putting on a brave face for me?
“Okay Dad,” I turned to move out, afraid that I had seen too much, and I don’t just mean the penis part. “If you need anything I can always help you. I have a good mouth.”
“What?!” He snapped, obviously taken aback.
“I’m a good speaker. I can help you plan your opening argument.” I internally slapped myself for the stupid mistake, realizing how it sounded.
“Oh of course,” he sighed, his tone a bit disappointed. “Just go to bed Chipmunk. I love you.”
“Love you too,” I muttered, slugging back to my door like I was extremely tired. The truth couldn’t be more the opposite. Excitement was pouring over my body, I was wide awake.
After slipping into my room I changed into some short night shorts and a tank top and crawled into bed. My eyes just kept replaying the scene over and over. Calling my name, telling me to suck his penis, no, telling me to suck his cock. In that moment he had seemed so content. Why couldn’t he look like that all the time?
I had probably been sitting in bed for a good twenty minutes when a faint knock on my door alerted me to my dad’s presence. He opened, not waiting for a response. “Steph you still up?” he asked. His voice trembled a bit. His tone timid and his volume low as if he was afraid someone would hear.
“I’m up Dad,” I answered, pushing forward a little on my mattress. “What’s up?”
He walked over to the other side of the bed, turning on my lamp and taking a seat near my feet. He was bare chested and his penis was still hard. I stared at his crotch for a little while, curious as to what it meant. Was he still horny?
“Stephanie,” he began. He reached for my left hand and brought it into both of his, lightly brushing my knuckles, his eyes deep in thought. “You know your mom and I have been having some trouble.” I opened my mouth to respond but he continued before I could.
“We just aren’t seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. It’s not that we don’t love one another, because we do, it’s just that she doesn’t really feel like doing things that I need.” His eyes turned up to look into mines, pleading with me to understand. “Do you get where I’m going with this?”
“Not really Dad,” I confessed. I took my hand out of his grasp and put it on his thigh reassuringly. “But you can tell me anything. I promise.”
Suddenly he stood up, hands running through his hair. “Well that’s just it Steph. I shouldn’t tell you these things. You shouldn’t know them but I can’t baby. I just can’t do this anymore.” His voice had lowered, his tone so low it was barely a whisper. I couldn’t see his eyes but I just knew they were tearing up. “I need you Chipmunk. I’m tired. So, so, so tired.” He turned to me, a desperate look on his face, one I had never seen him wear.
“Tired of what Dad?” I asked, although I already had an idea.
“Steph there’s a part of a man that will always be man. A part of him that never really goes away.” He was walking around the room now. Whether he was trying to make sense of it to himself or me I couldn’t say for sure. All I knew was that whatever he was trying to say would change my life. I just knew it.
“I love your mother, with all my heart. And I love you too Steph.” At this he sat back down on my bed. “I love you sooo much baby sometimes I can’t even stand it. You are beautiful, kind, smart, funny. You know just when to say what I need to hear.” A strand of hair had gotten in my eye and my father brushed it aside, gently tucking it behind and tilting my face lightly towards his.
“I love you honey, and I need you. Daddy needs you. I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t have these thoughts about you. But I do,” his voice dropped. “I need you Steph. I need you like a man needs a woman.” His eyes hovered to my lips, resting there a fraction of a second before he moved closer. I had never been kissed before, I didn’t know what to expect. Right before we touched my eyes drifted closed, my heart pounding a mile a minute. His lips brushed against mines, only a small touch, but still it felt like electricity. It tingled, eliciting me to let out a little moan before he unexpectedly crushed his lips to mines. It was soft, I had never kissed anyone before but I was sure that lips shouldn’t be this soft. His were tender and beautiful, and when his tongue darted out to touch me I couldn’t hold in the ‘oh’ that escaped. I parted my lips and his tongue plunged in, reaching into my mouth and swirling around inside me. He licked my teeth, entangled his tongue with mine. Our faces began sucking each others, both of us gasping for air. I felt dizzy and satisfied all at the same time. He pulled me close against him.
Eventually the kiss ended. I placed my head to his chest, resting and trying to catch my breath. Feelings were rising inside me. I felt powerful, tingly all over. The wetness between my legs had returned. But still I also felt guilty, and looking over my dad, a little grossed out. This was the man who changed my diapers. He was married to my mom. We definitely should not kiss like that.
“Oh honey,” he cooed. “You are such a good kisser. Daddy hasn’t kissed like that in years.” His hand was patting against my back, making small circles. I could feel his fingers lightly brush along the strip of exposed flesh between my shirt and my shorts. The electricity shot out of his fingertips and I squirmed with the sensation.
“Just this once Steph. Just this once let Daddy take some strength from you. I won’t ask again.” I didn’t understand what he meant. Take strength? As in encouragement?
“Dad,” my voice cracked. “What are we doing?” I squirmed under his touch.
“You’re just taking care of Daddy’s needs. Doing what Mommy can’t. You’re saving our marriage.” His hand was beginning to move up, pulling up my shirt, tugging at the fabric to expose more skin. His other hand made small circles on my thigh, reaching higher and higher to the place I had never been touched before.
“But what about Mom?” I asked. My voice was soft, I barely recognized the timidity in it.
“Mom will be okay I promise.” He smiled at me. I saw darkness in his eyes. Darkness and hope and loneliness and exasperation and love. A lot of love. “Only once baby. Only once I will ask you for this. I’m tired of being lonely.” His voice had morphed again, gone back to that emotion packed tone that reminded me so much of a wounded animal. Who was I to deny him anything?
“One time, you promise?" I pushed off from him a little, making sure we were on the same page.
“Just once Steph. Just once.” His face was apologetic but his hands continued on their mission. The one on my back gently pushed the fabric of my shirt all the way up my neck, while his other hand left my thigh and helped to tug my shirt up and over my head. I felt exposed, ugly and stupid without the protection of clothing. But still I let him do this, tilting my head to the side so he knew what I was giving him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and I half-smiled because really that was such a dad thing to say. Gently we moved backward, so that I was lying down on my bed and he was half way bent over me, both of us eye to eye. His hands moved up and down my skin, warming me with his touch, his fingers tickling in their teasing. Hesitantly one of his hands brushed over my nipple. It was hardly a touch, just a little graze, but I arched my back with the unfamiliar pain it brought. Yes there was pain there. Pain bordering on pleasure. Before I could think my dad did that again, this time holding my nipple lightly between his two fingers, he applied pressure, covering my tiny breast with his hand. The sensations coursed down my body. It was so powerful I couldn’t hold it in.
“Dad,” I moaned, not completely understanding what was going on.
“I know baby. Daddy will make it all better.” He dipped down, his tongue cold as it lapped at the outer portion of my breast. I jumped, confused as to what he meant to do. But then, as he planted soft kisses along my chest, meticulous and teasing, the truth dawned. He was going to bring my nipple into his mouth, and suddenly, not even knowing how that would feel, I realized I desperately wanted my dad to do that. To suck my tits.
He moved in closer and closer, failing to give me what I wanted, leaving me yearning for his mouth. Then, when I thought I would scream with the frustration of it all he engulfed my breast, sucking the nipple tenderly. His mouth lapped at the nub, his fingers drawing small patterns on my lower stomach. Gingerly he moved to the other side, taking the other into his mouth in a manner so delicate yet so powerful. Never had I guessed what kind of pleasure this could bring me. My panties were soaked now, and my boobs pushed into his mouth almost on its own accord, as if my body wanted to be deep within him and never return.
“Steph,” he groaned, moving up to look at me. “Touch me baby. Touch daddy.” He arched his back, moving his chest closer with yearning. Tentatively I reached out, running my hand along his muscles. He was hard, well-built. I realized then how truly attractive my father was. His abs, his shoulders, his back. Running my hands along his chest I could feel the power ripple beneath. Every muscle was tightly wrapped, coiled, ready to strike.
“Steph you need to touch a little lower,” he nibbled on my ear. “Please baby.”
I gulped, apprehension filling me about what that meant. I had never done anything like this before. I didn’t even know what to do with his thing. His cock. When I had seen it earlier it had looked dangerous and foreboding. Would I just move it up and down like my dad did? It was a shame Mom wasn’t here to give me some pointers.
The irony of that thought struck me, cold and unpleasant, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Of course Mom would know, she had probably seen his cock a hundred times. His penis belonged to her. She was the only one who should touch it, look at it, think about it. I glanced up. My dad had gotten a little more frantic, his suckling increasing and his hands entwining themselves within my hair. He had dropped his crotch a little lower so that it rested on my left thigh. Slowly he moved back and forth, the bulge in his pants pushing against my leg. Butterflies flittered in my stomach with the unfamiliar feelings burgeoning within me. It was strange. Not completely unpleasant, but strange nonetheless. In my mind I saw pictures of my mother. Taking me to practices, cooking dinner, driving me to the mall late at night to get things I should’ve grabbed weeks ago. Brushing the hair out of my eyes when I was sick. Coming to every single recital, game, concert, competition. I knew I was young, barely legal, but I knew fully what I was doing. This was betrayal. I was betraying her.
I turned my head to the side, pushing his face off of my exposed chest. “I don’t want to Dad.” I looked around for my shirt, spying it on the floor at the foot of my bed. “Mom deserves better.” I pushed myself up, grabbed the fabric and shoved it up and over my head.
I wasn’t meeting his eyes, my back facing him, and I could just feel his gaze burning a hole through my shirt. I blushed, realizing the severity of what we had just done. I wasn’t completely sure but I think we I had just went to second base.
“I need you.” Soft, barely a whisper, hardly the loud and rambunctious statement that would be expected.
“Dammit, what have I done?!” He stood up now, I could hear the rustling of the sheets, the squeaky hinges of my small twin bed. Turning around would be stupid now, he was leaving. I had won.
But this didn’t feel like a victory, it felt like heartbreak. I twisted my body to face him, desperate to not be another cause of the bags under his eyes. His head was down, his hand reaching for the door. I saw him again, the way I had seen him when he had been sitting alone in his bed. Sunken eyes, pale skin, this defeated aura surrounding every part of his body. He was muscular sure, attractive yes. But vibrant? Definitely not.
“Dad..” Not fully knowing what I would say, I began, sure that something had to be done. His head moved up and in his eyes I saw it. I saw the end of my parent’s marriage, a lengthy divorce. Me moving between one house and the next for holidays and birthdays. My dad starting a new family with someone else. Step-siblings, step-parents. Broken. Everything broken. Damn it all if the thought didn’t scare me shitless.
“It’s okay honey. It was wrong of me to ask this of you.” His tone sounded as if it was anything but okay.
“No Dad wait!” I reached forward, grasping his hands in mine. Like he had done before, I began to stroke his knuckles softly. “I love you, you know that right?” At that moment I felt more the parent than the child. But it was okay. Sometimes a parent needed a break from being the one in control. Sometimes the child had to be the adult.
“Yeah Chipmunk,” he rubbed his hand through my hair. “I love you too.” He turned to leave.
“What would we do if I didn’t tell you to leave?!” I blurted, the words falling from my mouth before I had a chance to think of whether I wanted the answer or not.
He swung back around, “Honey you don’t have to…”
“I know and I’m not saying I want to, I just need to know what you want exactly.” I looked at his face, saw life seep into his eyes, a smile developing.
“Well there’d be a lot of kissing,” my dad began. The gap between us closed, the heat from his body radiating around us. “Then I’d touch you down there.”
“Where?” I asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear him say it.
“Your pussy,” he added, a hand reaching out to stroke my shoulder. I squeezed my legs shut at the revelation
“My vagina you mean?” With each word I could see hope blossoming in his frame.
“No Steph. When I touch you there, like the way I will, it’ll be me touching your pussy. Me giving you pleasure.” I noticed the way he said ‘will,’ as if it was already a guarantee.
“After that?” I asked, taking the hand that was touching my shoulder and placing it atop my boob. I wanted to feel him touching me like that again, just a little touch.
“Then, when you’re nice and wet,” his hand was kneading my breast, pinching and prodding at the skin underneath. He once again sat next to me. His weight causing the bed to move me ever so closer to him. “I’ll enter you, slowly, I’ll fill you up until I hit bottom.”
“Enter me with what?” He needed to say it, he needed to voice the words that would change our lives forever.
“My cock.” I felt my pussy cream at his revelation. He brought me towards him, gripping me in a makeshift hug that was both comforting and arousing. I felt his package poking against my belly.
“Dad are you really that turned o…” I looked down, noticing that the bulge in his pants had gotten even bigger. A tiny wet spot formed where the tip of his penis lay. And even though I had seen it naked his cock seemed even bigger restrained in shorts.
“Sorry,” he pushed his hips away from me, still holding me in his arms. “All this talk about sex has gotten Daddy riled up.” Obviously, I thought. And why the hell did he keep referring to himself as “daddy”?
“I can’t do this.” I pushed away, mad at myself for being so cowardice and mad at my dad for asking me to do this. “I don’t want that giant thing in me. It’ll hurt me.”
“Steph,” his voice was desperate now. “I assure you it will be amazing. If we get you wet I’ll slip right in. I bet you’re already soaked.” Before I understood he reached over, pushing my shorts to the side and dipping a finger into my pussy.
I jerked back, surprised at both the quickness of his action and the feelings it stirred within me. “What is the matter with you!” I snapped. I stood up again, facing my back towards him. My shorts were all crooked but I didn’t care. He had already touched it, seeing it didn’t really matter.
“No honey I didn’t mean to make you upset.” His strong hands gripped my shoulder and turned me around. He lifted his finger which was shiny and coated in my liquid.
“This is from you. You make it cause you like when I kiss you and you want me to enter you. You want this Steph, you can’t deny it when the evidence is right here.” He held his glistening finger up for inspection. It was covered in juices.
“Your body wants this, Steph. You want it.” I looked up at his eyes then, heard the desperation in his voice. “I want it.” He stated, and before I could respond he took my lips. The kiss was raw, I could feel the strength behind his touch. I could feel how much he wanted me. With our height difference he had to bend his knees to reach my lips and without thinking I stood on my tiptoes, desperate to be closer to him. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, felt him press his body against mine.
“It’s okay,” he exhaled onto my lips, I could feel the vibrations of his shaky words. “Daddy will make you feel good baby.” His arms tugged me around and with our arms still entwined I backed up towards the bed. I used my arms to feel the comforter behind me, settling in as I was brought to my back. My dad was hunched over me, our lips interlocked. His scent was intoxicating. A musky mix that had always made me feel so safe. He was the only man I had ever loved, and gosh he was beautiful.
My dad’s tongue was probing my mouth now, deepening our kisses. I reached my hands around his back and with each suckle I gripped him, my nails digging into his flesh. Every emotion was new, every pulse better than the last.
He pulled a little away, “Baby I need you so bad.” Ragged breaths. His body was now completely over mine, his hands propping him up. My lips yearned for his, to feel the contact of our skin. I felt his crotch dip down, dip until it was pressing against my shorts, right where the opening to me lay. His lips found mines once again. I moaned into my mouth as he rocked his crotch back and forth slowly, pushing into me and pulling away, creating an unbearable heat in my shorts.
“Dad I don’t understand…” The feelings his touch were creating had me getting wetter. I felt myself pushing back on him, grinding my hips with his to feel more of the strange heat. My friends had never told me it would feel like this. This was overwhelming. Incredible.
“Oh baby if you keep that up daddy’s going to cum.” He pushed his crotch into me, hard. I moaned, afraid of how good it was feeling and how powerless I was to resist the urges. We were moving in a rhythm now, both of our hips pushing up and down, grinding on each other. My nails dug into his back. It felt so good.
“Dad I need..I need…I need something.” It was hard to place these feelings. My insides were oozing juice now, pulsing. I felt hot and cold at the same time.
“I know baby. I know what you need.” Fingers appeared at the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down over my legs. The fabric felt itchy against my skin. Then my dad pushed off of me, leaving me humming with desire, gyrating my hips into thin air, still pushing up against where he used to be.
He laughed, his hands grasping my half pulled-off shorts. “Baby stay still, if we don’t get this off you we can’t fuck.”
Fuck. The word vibrated throughout my mind. He was going to enter me. He was going to put that big penis inside me. The thought should’ve been revolting, it should’ve made me cringe, instead it made me want more.
I stilled then, my chest heaving up and down. Quickly my dad had the shorts off, and then he was reaching for my panties. In my mind I knew they would need to come off, but the thought of being exposed to a man’s gaze like that made me reconsider.
“Wait Dad,” I covered his hand, the one that was touching my underwear, with mine. “I don’t know if we should.”
“Steph it’s okay. I’ll be gentle.” I could hear how strained his voice had become. His chest was heaving too, his breath coming in short bursts.
“It’s not that.” I searched for the words. “No one has ever seen me down there. I’ve never done this. I don’t know what to do.” This wasn’t like me, to go inexperienced into a situation. I felt lost, embarrassed and really, really nervous.
“Don’t worry babe,” his hand pushed mines away. “I bet you’ll be beautiful.” At this my panty was gone, my dad tossing it aside. His eyes devoured every inch of me, as if he couldn’t get enough. “See baby,” he whispered, grabbing my inner thigh. “You’re so beautiful.”
I stiffened, his hot breath reducing my insides to mush. His finger circled the nub at the top of my pussy. He flicked it, pushing it down and grasping it between his fingers. I shuddered, squirming with his touch, powerful urges pulsed inside me. I screamed, wanting more but afraid of what more entailed.
“Take off your shirt,” he commanded. My addled brain took a moment to process what that meant before I quickly grasped the fabric. I did a makeshift sit up, allowing me the space to slip it over my head. I watched it fall lifelessly to the ground, my innocence falling along with it.
I was going to have sex.
Suddenly the most amazing sensation coursed through my veins and I fell back, hard, into the mattress. “Ohhhh Daaad! Ohhh.” He had done the unthinkable, something I couldn’t even begin to imagine. His head was buried deep between my legs, his tongue pushing into me in a way I never knew could bring so much pleasure. It rippled throughout my body, filling my bones and blinding me white. This was bliss. But then when he sucked my clit into his mouth I screamed out again. My fingers dug into the mattress, and I bit my tongue, afraid I would break the moment. I pushed his head deeper into me, my legs wrapping around his back. Inside me something was building. I felt it pushing its way up, struggling to overwhelm me. My hips pumped against my father’s face. I needed this. Needed it more than I had ever needed anything before. We moved up and down together, our bodies joined. I was almost there, a little while longer and it would take me over. Just a bit more.
“Baby I need to be in you,” his voice was muffled, my pussy clamped around his head, and even with the pleasure mounting a wave of anxiety washed over me.
Yet my dad was already moving, pushing off and leaving me once again humping the air of his empty form. I wanted that climax, the crescendo I didn’t quite understand. I looked over my father, who stood before me in a state of disarray. His hair was unruly and coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Along his back little half moons marked across his skin, evidence of where my nails had dug in pleasure. Plump lips coated in my juices smiled down at me. But yet it was his eyes that captured me. They were alive, vibrant with life and emotion. I smiled up at him.
Seeing my smile he laughed, a deep laugh that comes from only a special type of happiness. “Look at us, as crazed as a couple of teenagers,” he laughed. For a fraction of a second I froze. That was the truth wasn’t it? For him this was just another sex session, but for me this was it: my first. It hardly seemed fair.
He was moving again, pushing down at his shorts franticly. As he slipped them down his hard cock sprung into view. I noticed then that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear, the thought lying heavily on my tongue. He had known I would say yes. He had come into my room knowing he would get what he wanted.
I was naked, lying on my bed, my wetness soaking into the bed beneath me. My dad, the man who had given me life, was here with me, undressed, his cock proudly out in front. The cock he wanted to put in me. The absurdity of the thought was more than enough to dwell on. I may not have known a lot about sex, but I knew you didn’t do it with family members.
I looked at him, his eyes, his chest, his smile. I looked lower and saw his cock. It was long and thick. I watched it twitch. The whole picture was wrong but if I took it in individually the whole thing was okay. My dad’s smile, the blush on his cheeks, the color of his skin. He looked alive. He looked happy. And in the back of my mind I reasoned with myself. If this is what it took to keep him happy, to keep my family together, then this is what would happen.
But just this once.
“Honey,” he was stroking his cock again, this time walking towards me. “Daddy’s got a big surprise for you.” He climbed onto the bed, scooting up on his knees until his cock was less than a foot from my entrance. Up and down his hand went, touching the tip, squeezing. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to fill you up.” He lowered his body, his hand that was pleasuring himself acted as a guide, leading him right up to the top of my pussy. It rested on my mound, big and hard. I gulped.
“Don’t worry,” he had slid up, so that his eyes were level with mine, his left hand propping him up on the bed, his right guiding it into me. I felt it push. Felt myself give way as it dug into my special place. The place I wasn’t supposed to let anyone touch. The place no one had ever touched.
“So warm,” he wasn’t speaking to me now, his eyes were closed, the tip of his cock filled me. I saw it disappear into my folds. It felt good. I looked up, into my father’s face. His eyes were open now and when he saw me staring at him our gazes locked. “Look at us baby,” he whispered, he bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. “We’re fucking.”
Then there was pressure. Down there something was stretching and although I couldn’t explain it I knew it would only get worse. Fire filled me and I raised both my hands against his chest. It didn’t do anything, he easily withstood my pushes, his eyes trained on my face. With each push in the pain only increased exponentially. Suddenly I didn’t want any of this. The betrayal, the pain, the fucking.
“Dad,” I gasped out, feeling him push a little bit more inside. “It hurts, please, please stop!” I was pleading, begging for the pain to go away.
“Only a little more Chipmunk,” he comforted, his hand reaching toward my breast. “After this it won’t hurt anymore.” I saw his hips dive in a split second before I felt the pain. And oh boy there was definitely pain.
“AHHHH!!!” I screamed, my vagina throbbing and squeezing. I felt myself grow warm with blood, felt it dripping down onto the sheets.
“Oh baby, so tight.” My dad was tensed over me, only a fraction of his cock visible to my eyes. Most of him was in me, deep inside. My eyes met his again.
“Do something Dad,” I sputtered, desperate to make it stop.
Gently his hips began rocking. Back and forth, so that he wasn’t pulling out, merely moving inside me. The pain made me hiss but underlying that there was pleasure. I was full with him, so full I swear I felt him in my belly. Then he began moving out and I knew that he hadn’t lied. There was definite pleasure there.
“Honey you squeeze me so good.” In and out he was going, small thrusts that filled me up. “Oh I knew you’d be like this. So damn tight.” He sat up then, on his knees, spreading my legs apart. “Oh God baby this is it. Fucking heaven.” He pulled out once more this time all the way, my hole snapped shut but not long because he was in once again. Plunging in he took me, his cock hitting my bottom, scratching an itch I never knew I had.
In and out, his cock roughly taking me. The pleasure clouded my brain and I arched back into him. I needed more of this. I humped my hips, pushing him deep inside. I wanted all of him. My pussy squeezed at the sensations, feeling his meat scrape my walls.?
“Ugghh,” I moaned, an unfamiliar feeling building like before. I knew it would crash over me. Be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
“Yes honey, cum for daddy.” The pace increased and I moaned, spreading my legs wider, desperate for more. For the extreme pleasure my dad’s cock was giving me. Faster and faster, it was so good. Grinding into me he slammed my pussy, his thick rod making me lose control. We were fucking, his cock filling me so good.
“I have to pee Dad,” I yelled, suddenly aware of the tingling sensation in my loins.
“No baby that’s cumming,” his breath was ragged, his cock still moving. “You can do that. Let it go.” That was it, he gave one more thrust into me and suddenly I was lost, a flush of ecstasy rushing over my body. “DADDDYYY!!” I yelled, overcome with the power of it all.
“Oh gosh honey you’re gripping me so tight.” I was spasming over his prick, my pussy clamping down and liquid oozing from the very core of me. I was cumming on his pole, losing control from the joy of it all.
My dad was still moving, still reaching for his own release. “Take my cum you slut. Take it all like the whore you are. Letting your daddy take your virgin cunt. Oh, you’re such a fucking tease.” He rode me fast and hard through my orgasm, pounding into my sensitive pussy. His words cut through the fog in my mind, stinging me with the weight of it. He was taking me now. Forcing himself on me and taking me like I hadn’t been the one. Like I hadn’t given him permission to do this.
“I’m almost there.” I was uncomfortable, he was moving too fast. He was being too rough, my pussy began to hurt from how fast he was going. Slapping rhythmic sounds echoed throughout my room. His gaze locked with mine as he pushed my legs further apart. With me even more open to him he dove in deeper. “Here it comes Steph. Daddy’s going to cum. Oh you fucking slut. Oh god.” In and out he went, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yes. Oh yeah. Oh gosh fuck yeah, I’M CUMMING BABBBYY!!!” He yelled, taking one last plunge before a warm substance splashed against my walls. He was filling me up.
“Shit honey! Shit.” His arms gave out and his body fell to mine, his chest flat against my own. I could feel his cock squirt deep inside me. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING IN YOU!” He screamed, moving in and out as he rode out his orgasm. His face was contorted in pleasure, his body covered in sweat. His cum inside me felt warm and sticky and wonderful. He sought my mouth out for a kiss and our lips joined as he found release. His kiss was rough, as if I was his and he was taking from me what he was entitled.
As his orgasm gently faded he continued to rock into me. His dick going in and out, pushing his cum deeper inside what had previously been my virgin pussy. It was an odd sensation, to be filled with a man’s cum. To be filled with my father’s cum. A bit uncomfortable.
We stayed like that. Me under him. The only thing moving his semi-hard penis still burying itself in my pussy and marking me as his.
After a while my dad pushed off. As his cock slipped from my hole I felt his liquid begin to spill out with it. I arched my hips up, desperate to keep it in me to minimize the mess. I turned to look at my dad who was sitting on edge of the bed, his cock already oozing precum and fully hard. His head in his hands and a look of regret on his face.
I dropped my hips back down, letting his semen stain the sheets. Obviously a mess was the least of our problems. “What’s wrong Da…” I began, reaching over.
He turned towards me. “No Steph don’t. Stop baby.” His warm hand stopped me and I looked into his eyes, confused.
“I’m sorry honey. I’m sorry.” I moved closer towards him as drew my body to his, burying his face in my shoulder.
“Sorry for what?” I asked. Really that was a stupid question. There was so much to be sorry for. Sorry for the name calling, sorry for being so rough, sorry for taking his only daughter’s virginity.
I looked at him, expecting any one of the three. “I should’ve pulled out honey,” he confessed, his voice meek. “I’m so fucking stupid.” His words confused me. “You’re probably not going to get pregnant though,” he finished.
“Don’t worry hun,” he was kissing me now, little kisses along the edge of my nose. “I’ll be more careful next time.” His erection poked at my belly.
Next time. I froze again, just now realizing what kind of hell I had gotten myself into.
-------------------------------------------------------
“That was great.” We were both lying down on the floor, my ass leaking his liquid onto the carpet beneath me. He reached over and planted a kiss on my forehead. “You know you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had?” he soothed.
I nodded, he had told me so multiple times in our relationship. A lump of disgust formed in my throat. Even though I didn’t want to admit it he was the best I ever had too. I pushed myself up, grabbing my clothes in my hand. My legs were weak, my body still shuddering from the orgasm that had ripped through me. I may have succeeded in stifling my moans but I sure as hell hadn’t stopped the euphoria his cock put me in. I picked up my belt, walking with small steps towards the stairs. My knees buckled and my ass burned.
I walked into my room, my eyes falling to the bed. The flashback of our first time burned a hole in my mind. Months of this had done its toll. I had tried giving him what he wanted, had tried being with someone else, had tried separating myself from his presence. Nothing had worked. It was time for a new strategy. Time to bring out the big guns.
Public exposure.
