Raven

"Just let me see one breast"

"I just want to pinch one nipple"

"See doesn't that feel good, princess?"

"Here let me just see the other. See, it isn't that bad.

Doesn't it feel good?"

"Doesn't it feel good when I squeeze them?"

"I bet you're getting really wet. It's okay princess.

Totally normal.?

"No don't worry baby, I won't make you show me."

"How about I just rub you above your panties?"

"Are you sure baby? It will make me really happy if you let me just rub you down there for just a second."

"See, it's not bad! I hear you whimpering and moaning, I knew you'd like it."

"Oh fuck baby you're so wet. It's only fair that you let me feel the product of all my hard work."

Please princess, I promise I won't finger you. just want to feel how wet I made you. Just for a second.

"Fuck baby. I know I said I wouldn't pressure you but I'm so hard now. Maybe just the tip?"

"Oh goodgirl! You are sooo warm and wet inside!

Don't worry it's just the tip."

"Doesn't this feel good for you sweetheart? The tip is already inside, so a little more won't hurt right? I won't thrust/move inside you. Promised."

"Fuck! I'm all inside your tight little pussy! It's sooo wet and tight! Told you daddies cock would fit princess! Yes~ promised i'll pull out."

"Hmmhmmm~ i'm just moving inside you a little bit baby. It's just to make you feel good."

"Fuck- spread those cheeks baby! Daddy is going to fuck you nice and hard. I just really can't pull out yet!

But I promise i won't cum inside you."

Dad? What are you doing? I squirm next to him as he pulls me in close and I can feel his hands around me. I glance at mom who is right next to us asleep, I just wanna touch my little girl. I shake my head and try to pull away when one of his big hands fall on my tits. Shh, stop that right now. He pulls me to his chest, you don't want to wake up your mother. I feel him kiss my shoulder as another hand plays with the hem of my panties. He runs his fingers up and down my clothed cunt.

I squeak softly causing him to stop playing with my tits and cover my mouth. Dad will be quick... He just needs some of his little girls help. I feel him lift my leg up and pull my panties to the side. All I can do is watch mom and make sure she's still asleep. Little girl insists she can't sleep by herself even though she's so big, I feel him tap his cock between my legs. I whimper into his hand then try to squirm away when I feel him pushing in. He brings me in closer and his grip on my face tightens. Didn't I tell you to be quiet? His hand squeezes my thigh as he starts fucking me.

My leg up, back to his chest, and facing mom. We are so fucked if she wakes up. Dad's softly moaning in my ear and biting my neck/shoulder as I take it. Take every inch of his cock like a good daughter for him. My whines get louder as I get closer, I can't help myself. Mom shifts next to us in her sleep causing dad to slam in to me. Making sure I feel every inch and stretch as he stays there for a second. I quiver and my eyes roll back as he waits to make sure Mom is asleep.

He goes back to fucking me this time his strokes are long and slow. I whine, I can feel everything. His hand around my mouth, his grunt, his teeth, his strong grip, the way I've never been stretched like this, the butterflies in my stomach, and how it's all caused by my dad. Tears come to my eyes as I cum around his cock and he laughs softly, proud of what he caused. Good girl...such a good girl, he coos and turns my head. Enough where he can kiss me and starts fucking into me harsher.

The headboard hits the wall but he doesn't care, I try to glance at mom. Making sure she's not waking up but he just turns my head back to him. This kiss is desperate, my legs start to shake and my small noises get louder. He swallows them all until finally he's groaning and making sure he's in deep. Cumming hard into his daughter while his wife, her mother is asleep next to them. He makes me cum again and before I can let out that loud moan he shoves my face into the pillow.

Tags: grandfather/granddaughter, incest, defloration, virgin blood, non-con play WARNING: This contains non-con play between two consenting adults. Please don’t read if you’re not into it.

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The springs of the couch creak when I turn around for the seventeenth time. Angrily I push my head into my pillow and huff into my blanket. ‘Sleep, dammit’, I command myself. ‘I don’t have time for this. My entire future depends upon this and you have nothing better to do than keeping me awake. That’s just rude. I hate you, brain.’ Tomorrow, I have my interview at one of the best colleges in the country. I think most of you can relate to why I can’t sleep. I’m not good with these sort of things. I hate being in the spotlight, I hate talking about myself. Or talking in general. These days it seems all people do is talk, talk, talk, without saying anything of value. In my opinion, if you don’t have anything to say, you should just shut the fuck up. The world is loud enough without your jibberjabber. Yes, I know, this is probably very anti-social of me. I agree with you. It’s just one more reason to be nervous. Tomorrow, I have to pretend that I like people. That I am social, outgoing, that I want to go to that college to change the world.

Ugh.

Why can’t I admit that I just want to learn things because it’s fascinating? That I don’t give a rat’s ass about the world and humanity’s self-made problems? That I want to study and become a scientist because nature/life/the cosmos is fucking amazing and I desperately want to understand how it works?

…Shit, I’m never getting into that college…

“Diana?” My gramps. I turn around and watch his dark shadow move its way around the coffee table to the couch. “Can’t sleep?” Gramps of course knows that I always crash here when I can’t sleep. I don’t know, the smell of the old brown leather sort of comforts me, somehow. Though it fails to do its magic tonight, apparently. “Yeah”, I whisper back and make room for him to sit. “Nervous?” “Yeah.” His large hand comes to rest on the top of my head, his fingers weaving through my black hair. “There’s no reason for that. Oscar is a nice guy. He won’t be hard on you.”

Coincidental, my gramps’ old buddy Oscar Weaver was appointed chairman just last month.  His friendship with my grandfather is the only reason I got this interview in the first place. Yet, that doesn’t automatically mean I’m in. Dr. Weaver is not the only one on the commitee, of course. I sigh. “I’m sure you will enchant him with your wit, your cute dimples and your green eyes. He likes pretty girls (who doesn’t?). Also, he sees your potential. He told me himself. Otherwise he wouldn’t have invited you.” “He invited me because you saved his life in Vietnam.” “Nonsense. He would never have invited you just for me. Think about it. This is his job, his NEW job, that is. Do you really think he wants his colleagues to get the wrong impression. Oscar is an upright guy. He takes his job seriously. So no, if he hadn’t liked what he saw, he wouldn’t have invited you, no matter how often I have saved his life (four times). This was your doing, kid. I just handed over some papers. So stop being so insecure. You can do this. You WILL do this. Just relax and be yourself.” “I really think I shouldn’t.” “Whyever not?” I tell him about my worries and gramps listens. He lies down beside me, his big arm around me, holding me against his broad chest, the chesthair tickling my forehead. He always leaved the first two buttons of his pyjamas open. I hear his heartbeat and feel the warmth of his still strong body and it actually relaxes me a little. Still, I feel wide awake. “What time is it?” The old couch creaks as gramps turns around and checks the red glowing numbers of my alarm clock on the coffee table. “3:25” “Fuck.” “You know”, gramps whispers and pulls me closer, “there is something I could try to help you relax.” His lips brush over my forehead and his fingers brush up and down my arm. All of a sudden, there is warmth in my belly. Maybe it’s his touch, or his voice, but it’s definitely something that changes the atmosphere around us. “It used to help granny all the time…sometimes your mum, too.” “At this point I think I’ll try anything.” “Good. Let’s just get the blanket out of the way.” He gets up and pushes the blanket down to my feet, then he lies down again, but not to hold me, I realize when he presses a kiss on my neck and lets his hand wander up the inside of my thigh, pulling at it. The moment his big hand cups my pussy is the moment his wet tongue licks my neck and both brain and body are so overwhelmed with data for a moment that I don’t immediately react. Instead I let my grandfather nibble at my earlobe while he lazily rubs my pussy through my panties. I have never felt another hand between my legs. Nor have I never been kissed like that. It’s intense, awkard, strangely good. Okay, yeah, not good. It’s fucking amazing. My body reacts strongly, I can’t help it. My pussy - in general demanding a lot of attention, anyway - is getting wet so fucking fast, lubing up for her own grandfather. I am so ashamed for her right now. And also for my nipples, which harden and start tingling. I know they want to feel that hot, wet tongue that is sliding up and down my throat. Oh yes, they would love to feel it. They’re so nasty. “Grandpa, what the fuck?!” I manage to exclaim my confusion and shock. “It’s no big deal, baby. I’m just helping you to go to sleep. There is nothing incestuous about it.” “Eh, I’m pretty sure it is.” He only chuckles and let’s his index finger brush up and down my slit. Fuck, I like that. “Stop being so dramatic. Do you want to sleep or not? I’m just giving you an orgasm (or two if you’re good) and then you’ll sleep like a baby and be fresh and bright for your interview.” “I can do that myself.” “True,” his lips slide up to my ear and I shudder as he whispers, “but I really want to do it for you. I want to take off your panties and fuck that sweet little pussy of yours with my fingers.” Dear fucking God. Is that what seduction is? He stares at me in the dark, his mouth hovering over mine, his hot breath hitting my lips, and his fingers rub my clit just the right way: slow, but with enough pressure to make me want more.

When the tip of his tongue licks over my full bottom lip, I don’t turn my head away. When it snakes into my mouth, I shyly greet it with my own. I’m stroking my grandfather’s tongue with mine. I’m french kissing my gramps. What. The. Fuck. As soon as we part, gramps readies me. He pulls my red big shirt below my tits and cleverly sort of traps my arms. Then he pulls down my panties…and I lift my ass to help. Jesus. Trying to be at least a little sane, I close my legs. Gramps only chuckles against my neck. “Fine, be like that. It’s not like I’ve got nothing to play with.” His hot mouth clasps around my right nipple and sucks so hard I can’t help but moan. “I know, baby”, he whispers, his hot breath hitting my sensitive, now wet little nipple, which is sucked at again. Gramps big hands wind around both my tits and start playing with them as he wishes, thumbing one nipple while he licks and sucks at the other. I try to fight it, at first, but it’s just too much. The pleasure my grandfather gives me is so fucking awesome - and exactly what I need. God, I need it so bad. My entire body is hot, and my pussy is throbbing and so fucking wet I feel the juice drizzle out of my virgin hole. I am so ashamed when I open my legs. One second I’m absolutely disgusted with myself. My pussy makes a wet little sound and I look down, see the outlines of my grandfather’s head move as he let’s his tongue circle around my nipple, and my spread legs. I feel the cold air hit my drenched flesh and the emptiness of my hole. That’s the worst, this emptiness. I need this to go away. I need my grandpa to fill me up, being ashamed or not. To achieve this I rub my legs against his hip, roll my hips and let out a sound I’ve never heard before, yet I know what it means, as does he, I’m sure: It’s pure, sinful begging. One last time does he suck my brimming tit in his mouth, then he looks down at my parted legs. His hand squeezes both breasts, then it slowly slides down my belly. I can feel his heartbeat drumming fast against my rib cage. His breathing is rugged. His hand is hot on my skin. I hold my breath and watch anxiously, impatiently. When the tip of his middle finger dives into my cleft…the sensation is overwhelming. I bite my bottom lip hard not to moan. I will never forget this moment; when my grandfather let his fingers glide through my labia for the very first time. “Jesus, baby. You’re so wet already.” I squeeze my eyes shut as gramps rubs my shaved slit. Up and down, up and down, making my pussy smack. The wet sounds are obnoxiously loud…but they turn me on even more. “Such a drooling little pussy…all the possibilities…” grandpa muses and just when I want to ask what he means by that he slowly pushes his middle finger into my virgin hole. Fuck! I gasp. My hips buckle. Grandpa chuckles. Then he gives me another deep, incestuous kiss that makes it all even worse. I’m burning by now, feeling his (oh so) big finger inside of me, carefully moving, stretching me. “You’re tight, baby”, does gramps huskily breathe into my ear and pushes his other arm beneath my back to hug me and grab my exposed breast. “I love that. I am already falling in love with that little pussy of yours.” I shudder, both at his words and because his finger starts moving. “Gramps…” I whisper huskily, feeling light-headed from all the lust and shame swirling inside of me. His answer is to suck at my tit again, harder than before. He’s pushing his hips against mine and I feel something hot and hard, but I quickly push this sensation aside, not wanting to acknowledge what it is, although it seems ridiculous at this point. “Tell me how you like it, baby”, he grunts against my ear, rubbing himself on me while his finger is slowly pushing in and out of my hole, squishing the juice. “When you finger yourself…are you doing it nice and slow?” Gramps eyes are fixed on me as he moves in and out of me a few times. Then I feel another finger invading my hole, stretching me further. I gasp through parted lips, watch his hand move back and forth between my legs. The moonlight falling through the terrace doors is dancing on my drool-covered tits and my gramps’ juice-covered fingers. My head is full of memories of me masturbating. Most of the time I ride my pillow when I’m horny, but yes, sometimes I finger-fuck myself. It’s not half as good as this, even though- “Or are you rough and needy, stuffing that little hole like this?” A surprised squeal erupts from my lips when grandpa starts hammering his two fingers into me fast and so hard my entire body is shaking. It hurts. I wasn’t prepared for this quick change of pace! My poor little hole is clenching around those big old fingers. I whimper, but gramps’ grip on my only tightens and he rolls half on top of me, stares at me while he drills into me. His hot breath hits my face and his chest hair scratches my nipples and my pussy….my pussy is burning and drooling and smacking loudly. My head is spinning, it happens so fast I can’t understand my body’s reaction to the violence. Too fast it is driven, too intensely. All I can do is open my mouth and eyes wide when I come so hard my scream is silent. Grandpa grunts for me as I am climaxing in his arms, my body writhing, my hole clenching around his fingers. I fall apart, feel nothing but this delicious, intense ecstasy. Gosh, it feels so fucking fantastic I never want it to end. I cling to this purest of feelings as long as possible. Far far away I feel grandpa pull out his fingers and get up. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to come back and do it again. Again and again and again and again… Panting hard, I fall back onto the couch, my entire body pulsating and heavy. I can’t help but smile, my eyes closed, my entire focus on this wonderful relaxation.

Oh yes. Now I can sleep like a baby. And I will rock this interview. Nothing can stop me… The leather of the seat cushion under my crunches when grandpa sits back down. “Drink this, baby.” I lift my heavy eyelids and see a glass of water in front of me. Regretfully I lift myself into a sitting position and drink. In the meantime, grandpa pulls my blanket off the couch entirely. Then he pulls my bigshirt back over my tits and I think aw, how caring of him. This changes after I hand him back the water and he puts it onto the low coffee table and pushes me back down…and follows. He lifts my legs and kneels onto the couch. When he spreads my thighs the moonlight hits his figure - he’s completely naked. And his cock is standing up and hard. Even though I panic, my mouth waters at the sight. Fuck, he’s long and fucking thick. “No fucking, grandpa!” I say in a high-pitched, panicking whisper and press my hand against his hairy chest when he lies down on top of me, cleverly pulling up my shirt along the way, exposing my full tits yet again. As if he owns my body now he grabs my tit and kisses my neck while his other hand disappears between our bodies. “You’re ripe, baby. Your little pussy needs cock.” He bends down to suck at my nipples, completely ignoring my hands pushing against his shoulders. “It’s so wet it has drooled all over the couch. It’s begging me to fuck it.” I want to protest but gramps shimmies up, his thighs parting and lifting my legs, and lets the tip of his cock slide through my slit from bottom to top. I flinch hard, the sensation of the first cock ever doing this, totally overwhelming. My brain needs a second and so he can do it again, his big, hot head sliding through my wet folds. Damn, he’s so big and hard. Automatically I look down and I swear gramps lifts himself a little so I can watch him do this very wrong, very awesome thing. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it turns me on to see his hand guiding his old cock through my flesh, causing more of these loud wet sounds. I love them, I can’t deny it. “We’re in the fucking living room, grandpa!” I hiss desperately, the lust quickly filling my head. “Would you rather do it upstairs in your room, where everyone else is?” “No!” “Nor do I. I want to deflower you right here on that old couch, baby.” With that he covers my body with his and kisses me long and deep, his hand still rubbing his big cock through my slit. With my legs dangling in the air and my hands clawed into his shoulders, I kiss him back. Our tongues are dancing, as are the butterflies in my belly. My head is panicking but my body is horny and needy. So I let it happen. I let my grandfather guide his cock to the entrance of my virgin hole and let him push it inside, all the way to my hymen. One rough, quick thrust of his hips and gone is my virginity and that fat cock is all the way inside of me. Fucking awesome! There is a flash of pain, but that cock makes me forget it almost instantly. Oh, how wonderful. Finally, I’m full. I didn’t even know how I longed for this feeling, this glorious feeling of getting stuffed. And oh yes, he does. Instantly he fucks me, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure through my body with every thrust of his hips. He’s not as slow as he should be with a virgin, makes me feel my burning walls just enough to entice me even more. I don’t know what it is with the pain, it simply turns me on. I’m sure that’s not healthy. Neither is it to let your grandfather fuck you, I guess. Although it feels fucking fantastic. As soon as I remove my nails out of his shoulders, he lifts his head. “See? Told you you’d like it.” “You’re fucking me”, I state the obvious like an idiot, “my grandpa is fucking me.” “Yes, he is, baby”, he chuckles and thrusts into me again. This chuckle rings in my ears somehow and there is a weird, dark feeling spreading in my gut as grandpa bends down to suck on my tit. Since a few years, I’ve had these dark thoughts during masturbation. Fantasies of pirates, criminals, or prison wards taking me…well, against my will. Ripping off my clothes and pushing me down, forcing their cocks into my pussy and using me for their pleasure at their leasure. I’ve never fantasized about my grandfather doing that, but…he’s older, stronger…dominant… “It hurts, grandpa”, I whisper weakly and I realize it’s a test when I hold my breath for his reaction. “You’ll get used to it, baby. Just a little more.” He pushes his cock even deeper into me and I shudder at the dark, intense pleasure. “Gramps, no”, I plead and on their own account my arms stretch out above my head, my nails digging into the leather. My mind is drifting, the darkness spreads, and my vivid imagination makes me feel rough ropes around my wrists. “Please, stop”, I beg, my pussy clenching around that heavenly cock inside her. For a moment, grandpa does stop. His cock is all the way in and I feel him stare at me. There’s a pause that feels like ages. There is communication on a level we both don’t understand. Then, he slowly, experimentally pushes into me again. I gasp and look at him in the dark, my fingers still clinging to the armrest of the couch submissively. His hips start a slow rhythm, pushing his cock in to the hilt each time. “No, stop”, I whisper, Grandpa doesn’t stop and damn, does it turn me on. The air around us thickens and the night seems to turn even darker. His breathing is flat and rugged and his cock inside appears to swell even more. He lets out the smallest of groans and I realize he knows this kind of darkness. “I’m bleeding”, I whisper hoarsely and immediately grandpa thrusts into me. “Yes”, he groans and lowers his face to mine. When his tongue licks over my bottom lip, I shudder and turn my head to the side, letting out a whimper. The sound causes goosebumps on not just my body. A wave of dark pleasure rolls through my body when gramps cups my jaw and pulls me back. “Open your mouth”, he says and his voice sounds like I’ve never heard it before. Dark, demanding…dominant. I part my lips and grandpa’s tongue snakes into my mouth to stroke mine until my eyes fall close. When we part, there is no more doubt that we both want the same. With a growl grandpa sucks my tit into his mouth almost aggressively and I whimper. “No, no”, I protest, the thrill of it all turning me on so much, and writhe underneath him. He ignores me and takes the other breast. I feel the cock inside my burning pussy pulsate. His mouth has swallowed almost all of my tit and his wet tongue is licking over every inch of skin it can reach. Claiming it, is what he does. I understand it; it’s fascinating how it feels to lose more and more of my body to him with each stroke. But when his teeth bite into my sensitive flesh, I’m too inexperienced to react accordingly. Acting on instinct my hands dart down and push against his shoulders. Instantly gramps’ lets go, my tit plopping out of his mouth. One moment of checking on me, then he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. Quite cleverly he manages to push it over the armrest in a way that there is enough tension in the fabric to actually trap my hands in between. “Be quite now, little slut, and it will be over soon.” I shiver. This is so fucking hot. How many people who are into this sort of thing actually get to do it? During their first time?! I’m one lucky little slut. Gramps starts fucking me again, still slow and deep. “You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. Slick and tight for your grandpa.” I shake my head and beg him to stop. He bends over me his large hands grabbing my hair. “Listen to your drooling cunt, how it begs me to fuck it…your bleeding little cunt…” He grunts and gives me a hard thrust. I let out a whimper that he answers with a whispered ‘Fuck’. And then, God, then it really starts. His big hand covers my mouth and he rests his full weight on me. The other hand slides into the hollow of my knee, pulls it up, and then, fuck, then my grandfather fucks me rough and fast. My screams and whimpers against his hand are half act, half real. It hurts. It does feel like that fat cock is tearing me apart. I feel weak and used. And I fucking love it. So much that he doesn’t even get to do it a minute before I come again, screaming against the hand on my mouth. This climax is different from the first, even more intense. It feels like I’m coming not for me, but for him. During these seconds I feel him, him, him, so much, so deep inside me, on top of me, all around me. In a very strange, dark way, I feel complete by losing myself.

This feeling gets destroyed, however, when gramps pulls out all of a sudden, grunting loudly. Later he tells me that he’s pinching his balls to prevent climax. He’s not done with me yet. I feel his hot, wet cock lie heavy on my belly while I calm down. Gramps is stroking, kissing and licking my skin as he pleases. While my pussy is still clenching he pushes two fingers into me once, twice, and wanders down to my asshole to push the index finger inside, claiming that hole as his, too. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, baby? You seem to like what your grandpa is doing to you.” A move of his hips and that big cock is back in my cunt. I moan, cock and finger giving me a new, entirely different sensation. “You were begging for it long enough, for sure…always wearing those thin summer dresses, begging me with your eyes to bend you over and take you like the little bitch in heat you are.” “No, no, I didn’t.” He bends over me again, and I’m sorry to have is finger out of my ass. Gramps grabs my breast and his mouth is close to mine as he speaks. “Don’t lie to me, baby, or I’ll have to punish you.” A pleasent shudder runs down my spine and I realize that this is just the tip of the iceberg of my fetish. “Next time you and I are alone in this house, I will spank the lies out of you with my belt.” My pussy clenches with delight at this threat. “No, please! Not the belt!” “Then be a good girl now.” He pushes his cock all the way into me, makes me feel its girth and hardness, and rests his full weight on me, stealing my breath. His lips are brushing over mine when he speaks. “Let your grandpa rape you”, he whispers low and dark, and a violent shiver runs through me. Yes. Yes, this is exactly what I want. I let him turn me on my belly and lift my ass. I let him fuck me as hard and fast as he wants to go, making me bleed and scream into the leather. I come two more times before he follows, his thumb buried deep in my ass. He shoots his load into my cunt without warning, without asking. He seals my hole with his cock as he ejaculates, making sure it all goes in my hungry little womb…where I need it. This is where it ends. Carefully he pulls out, unties my hands and covers us with the blanket, hugging and kissing me with nothing but love. I am tired, sore and worn out, so I can’t believe how fast I get turned on again when gramps cups my breasts. I am more than willing when he drapes one of my legs over his hip and pushes his semi-hard cock into my burning hole. He fucks himself hard in me, and I find that unbelievably erotic. His rhythm is steady and almost tender now. When he realizes that it’s not enough to make me come he moans against my neck. But he doesn’t violate me again. Instead he uses his fingers to rub my clit until I fall apart, his hand covering my mouth again. I really like that a lot. My pussy milks him into orgasm and happily he unloads inside me again. “So you know I really love you”, he whispers into my ear and pulls me close again. “I love you, too.” We fall asleep almost immediately.

It was morning and Andrea smiled to herself as she woke up and stared at her ceiling, and stretched in her bed thinking about last night.

She had gotten her fix, and so had her father. She wondered if they’d be able to sneak some more time in today together.

Andrea sat up in bed and grabbed her phone checking her texts, there were a few from her boyfriend wondering if he should pick her up this morning. Then she clicked on the texts from “Daddy”.

“I already miss you, being inside you.” sent at 12:43 am. Andrea bit her lip and smiled and realized he mustv'e sent it right after they got done last night, but she had went to bed early.

“Are you still up? I need more of you.” sent at 12:45am

“I’m laying in bed, jerking off next to your sleeping mother, watching your video.” sent at 12:53am

“I just came so much for you baby.” sent at 1:02

“Love you baby, see you in the morning.” Sent at 1:07am

Andrea smiled to herself and deleted all of the messages in her phone and got up, naked,  and looked at the basket of clothes on her floor and picked through for something to quickly throw on over herself , so she could walk through the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. She saw her mother accidentally put one of her own nightgowns in with Andrea’s clothes. Andrea held it up.

It was a white linen night gown. The shoulder straps, reminded her of a doiley. It was long, and remembers her mother wearing it, and it usually came down to her shins, but when Andrea slipped it on, since she was only 5'3" it came down to almost her ankles. It was really loose and andrea smoothed her hand over her chest and torso, and pulled the fabric of it tightly behind her, she could almost make out the small circles of her nipples when it was pressed against her. She smiled and cocked her head sideways as she thought about being her mother.

Andrea stopped daydreaming and grabbed her towel and walked through the hall towards the bathroom, her older sister walking towards it as well darted inside and closed the door.

“Come on!” Andrea whined as she ran towards the door and pounded it. “I have to get ready for school!” she yelled. After a minute or arguing she went down stairs and told her mother.

“Just go ahead and use the shower in our bedroom” her mother said.

Andrea looked around the kitchen. “Where is dad?”

“Still sleeping. He just has client meetings today, so he’s sleeping in.” her mother said.

“Oh.” Andrea said.

“It’s fine, just be quiet when you go in.” her mother said to her and then looked at her. “Is that my nightgown?” she laughed.

Andrea looked down forgetting she was wearing it. “Oh yeah” she laughed. “It was in my laundry basket, so I just put it on.”

“You look adorable in it.” her mother said, then giving her attention back to the breakfast she was cooking and the baby in the highchair beside her as she cooked.

“Thanks.” Andrea said and then turned around and walked away and went back up the stairs and turned the door knob to her parents room slowly , trying not to wake her father. As she opened the door she saw her father jump and grab the covers to cover what Andrea had already seen, him jerking off.

Andrea had jumped too, but quickly moved inside the door and shut it behind her and locked it.

“Jesus christ.” he said ripping his headphones out. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, I was coming in to use the shower.” Andrea said and walked over to the bed.

He watched his daughter as she walked over in her mothers nightgown. He smiled.

“Your mothers nightgown?” he asked.

Andrea nodded. “I just put it on cause it was in my basket.”

“I like it.” He said reaching out and grabbing her hand and pulling her over him onto the bed. Andrea giggling as she rolled over him and he turned to his side facing her. “I like it a lot..” he said rubbing his hands over her stomach slowly and then down over the fabric between her legs. “You look like a mother….a young hot mother…"he said as Andrea smiled and laid on her back as he continued to rub her. Andrea spread her legs a little.

“I need to take a shower …get ready for school…” Andrea told him as she only laid there letting him touch her.

“Are you going to let Daddy watch you shower?” he asked.

Andrea closed her eyes and nodded as he continued to rub her, reaching down and pulling up on the bottom of the night gown, sliding his hand over her knee and up between her thighs back to her pussy and rubbing her bare cunt, pushing his fingers between her lips, letting his fingertip swim in her wet slit, over her clit back and forth, around. Andrea moaned, and as her chest heaved upwards as her back arched he saw her tiny nipples hard, press up into the nightgown she was wearing and he groaned at how hot she looked wearing her mothers night gown. It wasn’t made to be a sexy nightgown, but his little girl made it that way.

“Fuck, Andrea ” he said and pushed the covers off himself and got ontop of her, as he looked into her eyes, grabbing his hard dick, and without looking down pushing himself slowly inside of her.

“Daddy..” Andrea said softly as she closed her eyes and gasped as he filled her entirely, with every inch of himself, and began to fuck her slowly.

He watched her as her mouth lay open, panting quietly as he moved slowly in and out of her tight wet cunt. Her eyes closed, then opening and looking up at him, she smiled, and he did as well as he looked into his little girls eyes, fucking her, both of them watching the other moan, groan, watching each others faces, as they lay on the bed letting her went cunt drip all over the sheets her mother and him slept on.

Andrea whimpered as her father continued going slowly, her pussy aching , needing more. But he continued slowly, and it drove her wild. Gasping as he’d pull himself out all the way then fill her right back up, gasping anytime he re entered her.

“Daddy…” Andrea said softly again. she whimpered and moaned quietly.

“Baby..” he said thrusting only a little bit faster. “I love you so much.” he said.

“I love you too Daddy.” Andrea said and reached up and grabbed his face as he came down to her, and kissed her passionately. He started to go faster, a little harder, and Andreas mouth broke from him to beg.

“Yes ..please…daddy…yes daddy.” she moaned as she gasped looking down for a second between their bodies to watch his hips lift and lower themselves into her, his dick plunging into her.  "Faster daddy.“ she said. He listened. “Mmmmm yes Daddy…” her voice moaning as she spoke, he went harder. And harder.

“daddyyyyyy” Andrea moaned. “just like that Daddy…deeper…I want you deeper inside me.” Andrea told him and he groaned and went harder, going deeper, the bed starting to move.

“Oh my godddd” andrea said, her legs wrapping up around him tightly as she felt him go what felt like even deeper.

She looked up at him, and him back at her as he started to cum.

Without a word or warning, without her even asking, he knew she needed it. And she knew he needed it. To bury more of his seed inside of her.

Andrea was panting as he held himself inside her, groaning , looking to her as she grinned and bit her lip.

“Yes Daddy.” was all she said as she put her hands on his face , with his mouth open, grunting as he finished inside of her.

After a few more seconds he lowered himself and rolled off of her and onto his back, breathing heavily as he laid there naked, having just started to glisten with sweat, his dick going softer.

Andrea reached down and began to rub herself. Circling her clit, to finish herself off.

Her father turned his head and watched her, his little girl, a pussy full of his cum, masturbating on the bed he shares with his wife.

Andrea sat up with her back against the head board and legs spread, touching herself and looked to him as he smiled, watching her, Andrea smiling back and moaning quietly as she rubbed her pussy .

He wouldve helped. But instead, grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures of her, before pressing record and moving down the bed and getting a better shot.

He smiled laying on his side holding the camera, looking at the screen and then up at her, then back to the screen making sure to keep her in frame.

“You look so fucking hot…talk to the camera…talk to daddy..” he instructed her.

Andrea was only turned on more by the fact she knew her father was adding more material to his small collection he had of her.

“My pussy is so wet daddy….and its full of your cum ….mmmmm…it feels so good.” andrea moaned as she continued to rub her pussy.

“Do you like when I touch myself for you daddy? ….Do you like watching me play with my little pussy?”

“Dont tell mommy Daddy….” “Dont tell mommy you watch me touch my little pussy for you…and dont tell her you fill it with cum..” she said with a moan and slid down on the bed and went faster.  

“Oh daddy….Im gonna cum…Im going to cum daddy….” she whimpered and whined, her hips jutting upwards, her tiny ass lifting off the bed, her pelvis thrusting into her own hand.

“Daddy!” she yelped quietly. Her little body falling back to the bed and she rubbed quickly and squirmed, as she orgasmed and came.

She whimpered and laid there after cumming, her hand still placed over her pussy, her body twitching slightly as she tried to continue to rub herself. Giving up and laughing a little and moaning as she closed her legs and rolled to her side.

“Mmm, tell Daddy what just happened.” he said. Andrea sat up and crawled onto her knees and towards him on the bed and looked into the camera.

“I just came. ” she said and giggled and looked up at him. He pointed back to the camera. and she stared into it.

“I just came for you Daddy…i made my pussy cum just for you….” she bit her lip and licked her lips. “It felt so good daddy…just like when I cum on your big dick, when you fuck me…” she grinned and smiled up at him. He smiled and sat up on the bed and Andrea crawled into his lap, sitting between his legs, her own legs draped over his , reaching up and wrapping her arms around him, and pulling herself up closer, one arm still wrapped around his neck she reached out to his hand and grabbed the camera and held it out, and pointed it towards them and she giggled, seeing them both in the frame and looked to the camera as she kissed his cheek over and over and then pecked him on the lips, both of them watching the camera and laughing.

“I love you Daddy.” Andrea smiled against his lips and then looked to him instead of the camera, and he looked back at her.

“I love you too baby.” he smiled at her and then kissed her again, softly, and slowly, their tongues pushing into one anothers mouth as Andrea still held the camera out.

“Mmmmm” her father said kissing her and Andrea smiling as she pulled away and looked to the camera.

“Sorry Daddy..I have to go get ready for school…time to be a good girl.” she giggled and watched her father looking at her as she looked to the camera.

“But Daddy likes it when youre bad..” he said kissing her neck and over her shoulder, pulling at the shoulder strap of the night gown.

She brought the camera closer and focused on just her face and made a kissy face and then pressed stop, to quit recording and set the phone down.

“I hope you hide those videos and pictures well..so mom never finds them.” she said.

“I do…but..sometimes I imagine her finding them…” he said.

“Why?” Andrea said and looked at him confused.

“Cause it turns me on to think of a day when we caught get caught,..and then we dont have to hide anymore…and you and i…” he said stroking her hair. “We can just get our own home….and i can start again….put some babies in you..” he said, feeling himself get hard again, Andrea feeling it beneath her as well.

Andrea bit her lip. She knew she shouldn’t want all of that to happen, but she did. She wanted it bad. But she couldn’t tell if it was something she actually wanted to happen, or if it was just a fantasy.

“how many babies ?” Andrea asked.

“Mmmm as many as you’ll let me put inside you..” he said grabbing her ass and pulling her up and then reaching down and guiding himself into her.

Andrea moaned as she rocked back and forth in his lap with him inside of her.

“How many babies do you want Daddy to give you…” he asked her as he grabbed her night gown and lifted it off of her, watching her pretty blonde hair fall back down and grabbed her as she wrapped her arms back around his neck, lifting herself up and down on his cock.

“As many as we can make Daddy.” she breathed.

“Yeah?” he said smiling , moaning feeling her tight cunt work itself on his dick , her petite body pressed against his, he imagined it with a small baby bump between them. “you’re going to be daddy’s little baby maker? and let me keep breeding my little girl?”

Andrea nodded.

“Mmmm I think you should let daddy get you pregnant every year…” he groaned.

andrea moaned louder. “yes”

“Baby…im serious…I want to get you pregnant.” he groaned

Andrea moaned and kissed him as she rode him in his lap. “Start now daddy.” she moaned, “put a baby in me…knock me up daddy”

With her words, he released yet another load of cum up into her, he groaned, knowing the probability of her getting pregnant only grew more, everytime he came inside of her.

“Im gonna have your baby daddy…” she moaned as he kept cumming.

“BREAKFAST IS READY!!!” they both startled as they heard her mother yell from downstairs and then laughed a little and kissed one another

“That’s going to be you someday…yelling up to our own kids…” he said and Andrea thought about it and smiled.

“I better not be yelling it upstairs like she is…while youre fucking someone else…” Andrea said and he smiled at her first sign of jealousy.

“About time?” her father asked with a smirk as he held his throbbing cock in his hand slapping his cock on Andrea’s ass that was sticking out and wiggling at him.  He pushed the head of his cock between her ass cheeks and then down towards her pussy.

“Oh god baby…you make me so hard. Sending those naughty pictures to me..” he leaned over her and whispered into her ear. “Those naughty pictures of your pretty little pussy.” he whispered as he listened to her moan slightly as he teased her wanting hole with his dick.

“Fuck me…please..” she begged in a whimper, her hands clutching the edge of the counter pushing herself back towards him, trying to coax his cock inside of her.

Her father wrapped his arm around her right side and reached up crossing his arm over her chest and clutching her left breast, squeezing it as he still leaned over her and kissed her with her head turned, Andreas one hand reaching up behind his head and then grasping his hair in her fingertips as he pushed himself inside of her.

They both exhaled deeply, both of them craving the moment of him sinking into her.

“Mmmm that’s what I need.” he said pulling out slowly, and then pushing inch by inch of his swollen cock back inside of her, relishing in the tightness of her pussy, and the way her pussy soaked his cock.

Andrea moaned as he drew himself in and out of her slowly, surprising her with random hard thrusts that would send her heaving over the counter and make her squeal.

“You like playing Mommy don’t you baby?” he asked her and Andrea turned her head looking over her should and bit her lip with a nod, her eyes looking at him as they half closed when she gasped as he slammed into her hard and held his cock inside of her.

“You like that baby? You like when Daddy fucks you hard like that?” he said slamming into her again making her squeal.

“Yesss” she growled as he gripped her hips and pulled her back from over the counter, so that her arms were stretched out towards the edge of the counter, barely letting her hang on to its edge and began to fuck her.

There was the slapping of their skin against one another and the sound of her wet cunt being filled over and over with his big cock. Andreas small tits were shaking hard, bouncing beneath her chest as he fucked her. She closed her eyes hard and gasped as he gave it to her faster, the sounds of their bodies filling the quiet kitchen.

“Mmmmm your pussy is so wet, so tight, fuck Andrea.” her father said. “Do you like Daddy’s cock in that pussy as much as Daddy likes having it in there baby?” he said slowing down and fucking her slowly letting her regain her grip, her legs struggling as well as the wobbled like a baby deer when he let her step closer to the counter.

Andrea nodded. “I love it.” she said and he slid out of her and turned her around, and pushed her by her shoulder to her knees. “I love this hole too.” he said rubbing his thumb over her lips and Andreas mouth opened, her father sticking his thumb inside , jerking himself off as she began to suck his thumb.

He hooked his thumb down over her lower teeth and under her tongue pulling her mouth open and moved his thumb to her lower lip as he shoved his cock into her mouth , stuffing himself deep into her mouth, and into her throat. She gagged and he grabbed her head with both hands and pulled himself back before plunging back into her throat, Andrea’s spit dripping out of her mouth and onto her chin. He watched it fall down onto her tits as he violated her face.

Andrea’s eyes watered as she looked up at him as he smiled down at her and groaned each time she gagged.

He pulled his cock out and listened to her gasp for a breath and smiled. “You’re going to make such a good little wife someday.” he said pulling her back up quickly and lifting her onto the counter, bringing her to the edge and kissing her.

Andrea wrapped her legs around him, reaching down and stroking his cock , jerking him off as they kissed wildly, their tongues pushing back and forth over one another, swirling and darting in and out of each others mouths. Andreas moaned into his mouth as she jerked him off her hands sliding up and down his cock as she tugged his cock, her fingers slipping down and grabbing his balls, massaging them.

Her father grabbed her face and pulled his mouth from hers, keeping his face close to her as she panted while looking in his eyes, her hand slipping back up his cock and jerking him off again. She licked her lips and bit the corner of her mouth , and he reached out his tongue licking over her lips quickly, and then again and then kissing her again, hard and passionately, his hand had replaced hers and he was shoving himself back into her. Andrea gasped.

“Yessssss” she breathed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her tits pressed against his chest as he started to fuck her on the edge of the counter. Her legs tightened around his waist as he lifted her , his cock still inside her and carried her to the living room as their mouths hungrily smacked against one anothers. He sat down in his recliner , Andrea unwrapping her legs as her father sat down, and straddling him, taking it upon herself to start riding her fathers cock.

“Baby, yesssss.” he said as his hands grabbed her waist firmly, as she started to bounce up and down on him.

“Mmmm you look so good riding my dick baby. Bounce those little tits for me baby.” he groaned as she rode him faster, whimpering as she worked herself for him harder.

His hands slipped up and over her breasts, lightly cupping them to feel them bounce in his hand. Andrea reached her hands to his and laid them over his hands and squeezed over his hands, forcing him to squeeze them harder.

“Do you like my titties daddy?” she asked him as she moaned, riding his cock. Her father nodded and she leaned forward as his hands reached behind her back and brought her tits to his mouth, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking her breast hard as she still bounced herself on his dick.

“Do you like them better than mommy’s?” she asked as she stopped, with his cock inside her and started to roll her hips back and forth to feel her fathers cock at every angle inside of her, circling, and rocking.

His mouth popped off her nipple with a sucking noise and looked up at her and smacked her tit, Andrea gasped.

“You know I do.” he grabbed her nipple and tugged it. “You know Daddy likes everything of yours better than mommy’s.” he grinned and slapped her other tit, Andrea moaned.

“Mommy doesnt like her tits smacked around…” he smacked her tits both again hard and Andrea hissed through her teeth as she inhaled from the sting. “What about you?” he asked her “Do you like when Daddy smacks your tits?” he said slapping one and grabbing it, and curling his wrist to grab her nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and tugging it as she nodded.

“That’s right..because you’re a bad girl aren’t you?” he asked her and she nodded with a devilish grin.

“I didnt hear you.” he said as he reached up and grabbed her jaw forcefully and shook her head a little and then turned her face to him.

“Yesss, I’m a bad girl.” she moaned and he grabbed her and pulled her onto his chest as he leaned back, his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her in place as he lifted his ass up into her, over and over, hard quick thrusts, fucking her. Her tits shaking against his chest, her moan in his ear. Gasping, panting , both of them as he continued to squeeze his arms around her and fuck her like a toy.

“Oh god daddyyyyyyyyyy.” she moaned.

“Yeah?” he said eagerly fucking her, wildly drilling himself into her over and over as he listened to her moaning intessify, her hands trying to reach up to grip his shoulder, but he’d still had her arms pinned to her side as he held her.

“Right there Daddy, Oh my god, yes, yes, Daddy, don’t stop.” she whimpered as he kept giving it to her.

“Cum on Daddy’s dick …do it baby….cum all over that dick…yes baby….go ahead….who’s dick is that baby…show me whose dick it is..is it mommys or is it yours? Show me baby..show me its yours…cum all over it.” he told her, Andrea gasping and flying back with her hands on his knees as she leaned back, arching her back when he released his hold on her.

He watched her as she lifted her pussy up and down on him wildly, her wet cunt dripping down his balls, both Andrea and her father glistening with sweat. He held her waist again as he watched her throw her head back and her tits bounce on her chest as she rode him, thrusting into her each time she came down.

“You’re going to make Daddy cum in your little pussy baby.” he groaned watching her take herself to climax on his dick. “Yes baby….cum…cum with daddy.” he said watching her she pushed her hands off his knee and threw them onto the top of the back of his recliner, and rode him, bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Im cumming!” she gasped as he gripped the slippery flesh of her hips and thrust himself into her, starting to cum inside of her.

“Yessss!!!! ” he groaned as his  cum shot up into her, and her pussy tightened on his cock, contracting with each wave of her orgasm, her pussy sucking all of his cum up into her.

“Fill my pussy daddddyyyy” she begged as she continued to bounce, cumming all over his cock and collapsing onto his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and kept fucking her, emptying the last of his cum into her.

Both of their bodies melting as they breathed heavily, Andrea letting out a long appreciative moan.

“You’re so good to your daddy baby.” he said stroking her back. “that was amazing.”

Andrea sat up and smiled and leaned her  face into his and kissed him softly, her father kissing her back slowly.

“Mmmm.” Andrea said against his lips as her body rocked a little with his cock still inside her, and her father gripping her and holding her still as he kissed her, his cock still sensitive inside her, and lifted her off carefully. Andrea got up and laid down on the couch next to the recliner and rocked onto her back, her legs bent and up in the air, she held her knees.

“Oh baby, I cant go again just yet.” he said.

It’d been months since Andrea and her father had started their secret affair.

It’d been days since her father was last able to sneak in some time with her.

As she laid in bed half asleep, setting her phone alarm to wake up for school tomorrow, her phone interrupted her with a text notification.

Dad “Meet me downstairs at 2:30”

Andrea looked at the time it was 11:30pm. She stretched in her bed , yawning and responded to the text.

“ I’m sleepy. I have to be up early for school.” she set her phone down and laid her head down. A quick response was sent.

Dad “ See you at 2:30 ;) ”

Andrea responded back. 

“See you in the morning…When I get up for school. ;) ”  She smiled to herself as she sent the text and laid in bed her phone in had waiting for his response.

Dad “ C'mon. I need you.” “Bad” “REALLY BAD”

Andrea sighed and sat up in bed.

“Then come in here and get it.” she replied.

Dad “Your mother is still awake.” he sent with an angry faced emoji.

“Fuck her then.” Andrea replied.

Dad “No thanks. I need that tight little pussy, that you have between your legs.”

Andrea sat up in bed and bit her lip as she replied to her father, who was only down the hall a few bedrooms away.  

Andrea “You mean the one I’m touching right now?”

Dad “  :-O ”

Andrea “ ;) ”

Dad “Show me.”

Andrea smiled and threw the covers off and walked over to her light switch and turned on her ceiling light and then hopped back into bed, and spread her legs and slipped her hand into her panties, snapping a picture and then sent it to him.

Dad “More. Show me my pussy.”

Andrea slipped her panties to the side and sent him a shot of her pussy, her two fingers spreading her lips apart.

Dad “Mmmmm I cant wait to fuck that later.”

Andrea slipped off her panties, and recorded a video , and sent it to her father.

As he laid in the bed next to his wife, he pressed play.

The sound of his daughters wet cunt being fucked by her fingers, and her tiny moans came through the speakers. Before he could turn it down his wife turned over and looked at him. He silenced his phone.

“Seriously? You’re going to watch porn right now?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t watch that in here. Go in the bathroom or something.”

“Sorry.” he said and got out of bed, left the bedroom, closing the door behind him and walked down the hall, texting as he walked.

Dad “Downstairs. NOW.”

Andrea slipped on a lavender silk bathroom with her name embroidered across the back and slipped out of her room quietly and tip toed down the stairs.

Andrea saw her older brother sitting on the couch watching tv and rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing up Dre?” her brother asked.

“Thirsty.” she answered as she padded into the kitchen and saw her father.

“Why would you tell me to come down, when he’s down here!” she whispered as she pointed toward the living room.

“I thought he was in his room.” he whispered back.

Andrea opened the cupboard and stood on her tip toes reaching for a cup, her bathrobe lifting up the back up her thighs, her round ass peeking out beneath it as she stretched , moving the cups around for one towards the back.

She felt him press his groin into her from behind as she grabbed the cup, knocking other plastic kids cups over and onto the counter, tumbling onto floor. Andrea spun around and swatted at her fathers hands as her brother yelled from the other room.

“Dropped something!” he said sarcastically.

“Ha ha. Good one!” Andrea’s father called to him as he put his hands on Andrea’s waist and pushed her against the counter.

“Stop it.” she whispered , her eyes shifting towards the living room. Although they were out of view from her brother wherever they stood in the kitchen Andrea did not feel daring enough to risk being caught. Her father felt differently.

“I can’t, not after this video.” he said holding up his phone and Andrea grinned.

“Naughty naughty girl.” he shook his head as his hand slipped up the bottom of her bathrobe, resting his phone on the counter, his other hand slipping up the other side along her silky legs. “You know your mother caught me watching it?” he said.

Andrea grabbed his hands. “What?!” she whispered in a panic.

“It’s okay. She just assumed it was regular porn…” His hands slipped back up her robe, one of them sliding between her thighs, his finger sliding between her wet lips and up into her pussy slowly.

“She has no idea i was watching our daughter finger herself for daddy.” he grinned, and Andrea exhaled as he sunk a second finger into her.

“MY heart was beating so fast…” he said as he began to fuck her pussy slowly beneath her bathrobe, his fingers slicked with wetness. “It was racing ….” he said putting his mouth to hers, talking against her lips. “So fast.” he said as his fingers began to move in and out of her faster Andrea hands gripped the counter as she looked into his eyes. “the way yours is beating right now…” he said as he bit her lip, playfully, tugging at it. His tongue dragging over her lips and then kissing her softly, Andrea’s mouth opening as he pushed his tongue into it. He removed his fingers from inside his daughter and lifted them to her mouth and his, both of them licking his fingers , tasting her pussy on them.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” he whispered against her lips as he grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the counter, Andreas legs wrapping around his waist, her hands at his sides, clutching his shirt as they made out on the kitchen counter.

One of her hands reached down and rubbed her fathers hard prick through his boxers, putting her hand inside the hole of them and stroking him as their mouths passionately mashed against one anothers. One of his hands pulling her robe to the side, letting one of her tits peak out from beneath it. He only kissed her harder, when he realized his little girl was completely naked underneath her robe.

“I need you Andrea” he whispered as he grabbed her face and shoved his tongue into her mouth, Andrea pushing hers back against his, their mouths moaning quietly into one anothers.

He took her hand from his boxers and lowered his mouth to her chest, where he sucked her nipple, and flicked his tongue over her nipple again and again, Andrea sucked air through her teeth and lifted one of her feet onto the counter. Her father sinking his fingers back into her.

Andrea clasped his hair in her fingers as his mouth teased her breast, and his fingers fucked her again. Andrea bit her lips together and her eyes rolled back into her head as her father moved his mouth down to her pussy and began to suck her clit.

Andrea squeaked trying to contain her moans, and her father stopped and stood up and put a finger over his lips. As the listened for any sign of her brother hearing them.

They heard nothing of concern, and he wrapped her legs back around him and kissed her again.

“Your pussy tastes so sweet baby” he said. As Andrea tasted herself again on his mouth.

Andrea reached down pulled at her fathers boxers and with her feet pushed down the sides of them.

Trying to remove his boxers. They heard the tv click off and a bag of chip crumple.

Andrea jumped off the counter and her father dashed towards the other counter turning on the sink, pretending to rinse a cup.

Andrea closed her robe just in time as her brother came into the kitchen yawning. He didn’t seem to notice anything peculiar, as he rolled up the bag of chips, threw a clip on them and put them back it the pantry near Andrea. Andrea’s heart was racing and looked at her father who was also panicked as well.  Both of their hearts racing.

“Night Dre.” her brother said and waved his hand back at the both of them as he left the kitchen. “Night Dad.”

Both of them exhaled loudly as they heard his footsteps reach the top of the stairs, and both of them laughed and Andrea moved back into her fathers arms as he pulled the tie of her robe, letting her robe fall open. He looked down at her as he pushed her robe over her shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. Andrea smiled as he shook his head in disbelief at how hot his daughter was, and he. removed his boxers.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you now.” he grinned and turned her around and bent her over, Andreas hands on the edge of the counter, she looked over her shoulder and replied.

After dinner Andrea cleared the table for her mother, while her mother took the younger kids upstairs for bath time and to get ready for bed. An over hour long process for her mother each night.

As she moved around collecting plates, she could feel the wetness of her cunt. Her pussy lips rubbing together , coated with the mess her father made in her panties. Andrea watched her older sister and brother bicker with each other over who was going to use their fathers car this weekend.

“I’m done with this conversation, neither of you are using it. End of story. Now leave me alone, you’re giving me a headache. ” he said as he unfolded his paper and began to read again.

Andrea watched her brother roll his eyes and leave the table. “I’m going to Beth’s. I’ll be back before 9.”   She watched her sister huff and puff and storm up into her bedroom. Same old story, Andrea knew shed spend the rest of the night in there.

Andrea reached for the last couple of plates when she noticed, nobody else was downstairs. She brought the plates to the kitchen and then returned to wipe down the table. She stood on the opposite side of the table with the wet rag in her hand, staring at him. Her father. The man that just finger fucked in front of the whole family, without any of them even noticing.

HE looked up from his paper as he turned the page, looking at Andrea look back at him.

“What do you need sweetheart?” he asked.

Andrea shocked by his calm voice. By his regular voice. What did she need? An explanation! She thought to herself.

“What…why…” she started. “Why did you do that to me?”

He shook the papers in his hand to correct the creases of the paper.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, why did I do what?” he asked.

“Why did you do what you did to me. Under the table.” she said quietly and somewhat annoyed by the fact he’d pretend nothing happened.

Her father rolled his eyes and looked down at his paper. “Andrea, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes!” Andrea said loudly, then quickly brought her voice down to a whisper to not be heard, and walked towards him.  "Yes you do!“

“Tell me then….what did I do?” He set his paper down  and looked at his daughter, her cheeks starting to flush pink with anger and embarrassment. He smiled internally.

“You….you touched me. And put your fingers inside me.”  Andrea said.

Her father grinned and nodded. “And what else?” he asked.

“What else?” Andrea said, confused as to what he meant.

“I touched you…” he said…his hand grabbing her waist and pulling her in, his other hand slipping itself back up to what he’d already claimed earlier.

Andrea pushed his hand out from between her legs and backed away, her father tightly gripping her waist and pulling her back in.

“I put my fingers inside you…” his hand slipped between her thighs again, and Andrea swatted at his hand again, him laughing as he fought against her tiny hands swatting him away.

“You liked it…so what’s the problem baby?” he laughed as he teased her.

“I didn’t like it!” she said loudly in protest and then her father reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled her face down to his and whispered.

“You did like it…because you came all over my fingers.” he grinned as Andrea then pushed away as he released her hair.

“Now, enough arguing..” he smiled. “Why don’t you finish wiping the table for your mother.”

“Why don’t YOU do it!” Andrea threw the rag on the table. “You never do anything!” Andrea began to stomp away and heard her fathers chair fly back, as she turned around her father was already standing and his hand was reaching for the back of her neck, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and turned her towards the table and bent her over it. Andrea didn’t have time to say anything before her father grabbed the rag from the table and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Such a bad, bad little girl…” he said as Andrea began to squirm against the table whimpering, as he held the rag in her mouth.

Andrea could hear the bathtub running, and kids music playing upstairs and her mother singing to the kids.

“A bad , bad girl…letting your Daddy finger fuck your pussy under the table, what would your mother say? Her little helper, letting her daddy help himself to her young cunt. ” he groaned as his hard cock pressed against her ass, as he leaned over her.

“I’m going to have to punish you for that sassy little mouth of yours…you know that right?” he whispered as she felt his hand between their bodies, unbuckling his pants, the clink of his belt buckle coming undone and the familiar sound of a zipper , and then she felt her skirt being raised.

He didn’t take his time. He didn’t have to. She was still wet. She hated that she was still wet, she hated that her father was right. That she did enjoy it. But that didn’t mean she wanted this. That doesn’t mean she wanted to know what his dick felt like ripping right into her cunt.

But, now she did.

Andreas father was fucking her. On the dining room table.

He praised her quietly.

“Mmmm such a good girl.”

“Still so wet for Daddy, aren’t you? Yes, you are. My good girl.”

“Such a tight little pussy, mmm baby, you feel so good.”

Then he started talking dirtier.

“You like Daddy’s big dick in that pussy don’t you?”

He pulled her hair back, Andrea whimpered.

“You like Daddy punishing you, don’t you? You back talking little bitch.”

his cock was slamming into her, fucking her pussy hard. Her upper legs being jammed into the tables edge, Andrea could feel the bruises forming as the table moved slightly each time he thrusted into her.

“You’re such a nasty little whore letting Daddy fuck you like this. I know you like it.”

Andrea felt the need to protest still, by continuing to squirm slightly. She did love it though, she’d liked being used by her Daddy. She liked pleasing people. Her mom, and her father. Although she now pleased them both, it was in different ways.

“You can stop fighting me baby, I know you enjoy it.” He pulled the rag out of her mouth, Andrea gasped and her fingers clawed at the table, her one knee lifting itself to the edge of the table, her father thinking she was trying to crawl away. But then he felt his little girl rock herself back into him. Andrea was forcing herself back onto his cock, she didn’t want to fight it. She couldn’t. She wanted to fuck her Daddy.

“Oh baby, yes…that’s it.” He stood still, holding his thrusts, not moving his hips, but watching his daughter work her pussy back and forth on his cock, her panties swiped to the side, her skirt hanging loosely from her waist , he gripped her ass.

“baby, yes….fuck that dick.” he groaned as Andrea propped herself up on both hands and pushed herself harder back onto his dick.

“Daddy.” she whimpered in a whisper. “Oh daddy.”

Her father felt himself about to cum, but instead lifted her by her hips off his cock and then flipped her over ontop of the table. Andrea laid on her back as her father peeled off her panties.

His tongue began to work her pussy immediately. Andrea moaned as she felt her toes curl automatically. She felt his tongue lap over her clit, circle it, tease it, then find its way into her pussy, tasting her insides. Then back up to her clit as he dove his fingers into her and sucked her clit.

“Daddy!” she moaned almost too loudly for his comfort.

His face shot up from between her legs. “Shhhhh, baby.” He leaned up and grabbed her by the back up her neck, pulling her up as he stood.

Andrea knew what he wanted, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he lifted her off the table. His tongue probing her mouth, pushing against hers passionately. Andrea moaned into his mouth as his hand guided his cock back inside her.

He grabbed her petite little round ass and began lifting her up and down on his cock, standing in the middle of the dining room, fucking her. His pants had fallen to his ankles, so he carefully turned and walked slowly to the wall, and pushed her back against it.

His mouth left hers, kissing down her neck as he drilled her pussy, thrusting her back into the wall. Andrea’s head hitting the family portrait behind them, almost knocking it off the wall.

“oh god daddy, yes, yes, fuck me” Andrea begged as her father worked wildly, his hips jolting into her over and over at top speed.

“Tell me you want to have your Daddy’s babies, princess.” he said as he began to thrust slower, but harder. Looking her in the eyes, watching her face contort as his dick filled her.

“I do Daddy, I want you to. Put a baby in me.” Andrea said to him , meaning every word.

Maybe that’s why she found herself constantly filling in for her mother, and helping out without being asked. Andrea has always secretly wanted to be her Mother. To be the woman of the house. The woman that get’s fucked by her Daddy’s big dick on the dinner table.

“Fill me with your cum daddy, get me pregnant.” Andrea begged.

His cock exploded. His cum shooting up into her little cunt.

“Take Daddy’s fucking cum baby” he grunted and thrusted into her, holding his cock inside of her, wanting his cum as far inside of her as he could get it, Not wanting one drop to leave her pussy.

“Mmmm Daddy’s good girl. ” He kissed her head, as his cum finished emptying inside her, his body leaning against hers, pinning her to the wall. Her arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him.

Andrea always helped her mother set the dinner table. Her mother was constantly busy, constantly chasing her younger brothers and sister around, and even though Andrea was still young, and even though she wasn’t the oldest, she  felt the need to help her mother whenever she could.

Andrea was in high school, but seemed to not have blossomed yet. She was still waiting for her A…(B if you want to be generous) cup to turn into a C or D. She was 5'3" and petite as can be. She had long beach blonde hair, that if she was naked, would hang perfectly over her chest, and hide her tits beneath it easily.  Her eyes were crystal blue, just like her fathers.

Her father was always busy, just like her mother. He was always busy with work. Mom was always busy with the kids.  He was always usually late getting home for dinner, but tonight he was early and already sitting at the table reading a paper as Andrea walked around their circular dining table setting the plates, and silverware.

He peered over the top of his news paper as Andrea leaned forward, he watched her shirt hang loosely and peeked down her top as her young siblings ran around the table chasing each other. He barely even noticed them as he caught a glimpse of her tiny perky tits, and her cute little nipples. Her father was thankful for the fact she had small breasts, because it often meant she went without a bra around the house. He’d always wanted to crank the air conditioning up in the house, just to see how hard they get, poking through her shirts. He just didn’t want to risk her putting any extra clothes on.

He glanced over to his wife, her hair a mess, sweatpants again, and a t shirt that had one too many stains on it. Just once, he thought to himself, if he could come home and have her dressed up for him. The way she used to. He glanced over to his daughter again. Her pink sweater was hanging low again as she bent over to stop her little brother from crying on the floor. He felt his cock move as he caught a glimpse down her sweater again. She lifted him from the floor as he kicked and screamed.

She sat him in the chair and held him still as she shushed him and talked him down. Her mother yelling from the kitchen. “Tommy, you have to eat dinner before you can have ice cream!”

Andrea smiled at him and rubbed his head. “See, you can have ice cream, you just have to eat dinner first!” She stood up, and chased the other running kids around the dining room and kitchen.

“To the table you guys! Cmon!” Andrea giggled running after them.

Her father watching as she bent over in her skirt. It was a cute skirt, too long and too loose for her fathers taste. He’d wished it was shorter, he’d wished it was tighter. He wished all her clothes were tighter, and it honestly made him more aroused by the fact he rarely ever got to see her in anything revealing other than during summer when they went to the beach. He was constantly wanting to see her tiny little ass peak out of a pair of short shorts, or her little nipples pressed underneath a tight white tank top. He felt himself staring, and couldn’t stop.

Andrea was sitting her last sibling down at the table when her mother brought out the food, from the kitchen.

“Mom sit down! I’ll do the rest!” Andrea assured her mother.

Her mother sat down at the table, exhausted, and grabbed her glass of water , brushed her hair from her forehead with the back of her hand and looked at her husband. “How was work sweetheart?” she asked while scolding one of the children with her hands, tapping him on the legs to sit still in his seat.

“Same as always, you know…just another boring day. How was your day?” he said as he folded the paper and tucked it away on the table.

Andrea watched her parents force the same dinner conversation every night. must be boring she thought to herself. Do they really have nothing else to talk about ? Or maybe that’s all they talk about in front of us? She finished bringing out the sides and started serving everyone. And as always, her father being served first.

“Did you want mashed potatoes Dad?” Andrea said standing beside him.

He put his hand on her lower back, harmlessly….

“Yes sweetie, please.” he said.

Andrea scooped a helping of potatoes onto his plate. “Green beans?” she asked.

He slipped his hand down over her ass , feeling the curve of her tight little ass, before bringing his hand back to his lap.

Andrea felt his hand, and wasnt’ if it was an accident, or what it was, and continued to serve everyone else at the table, and herself last.

She sat down next to her father, it was a small table and everyone was kind of squished.

“Dave, we really need to get a bigger dinner table.” Andreas mother said.

“I know , i know, we’ll have to look into it.” he said as he cut his steak.

Andrea watched as her mother avoided whining about the table and began to ask her brothers and sister how their day at school was.

Andrea smiled as she watched her twin brothers, argue over whose day was better.

Andrea felt something on her knee, and looked down. Her fathers hand. She looked over to him, but his face was focused on Andreas mother across the table. Andrea unsure of what to do as she felt his hand pull her skirt up over her knee and rest his hand on her skin, looked straight ahead.

what was he doing?

She felt his hand slide from her knee up her thigh, her loose skirt just gently gliding up her lap.

Maybe he didn’t mind the loose skirts after all.

Andrea’s eyes widened and she grabbed his hand and stopped him, holding onto it as her mother looked over to her.

“How was your day Andrea?” she asked as she looked down to cut her steak, then back up at her daughter.

“Good.. ” she gulped “It was good.” She felt her fathers hand move sideways now in between her thighs. “good” she nodded.

She casually glanced around the table and to her father who’s other hand was piercing a piece of steak and bringing it to his mouth as if nothing was going on. As if his hand wasn’t headed to the warmest place on her body.

“Well, thats….good” her mother laughed and reached over to continue cutting up meat into little pieces for the twins.

“that IS good.” her father said as his hand became trapped between her legs when Andrea squeezed her legs shut.

She pulled his hand from between her thighs and pushed it away.

What was happening?! Andrea thought to herself, this was obviously no mistake, and what was he doing? She is his daughter!

He waited to try again. HE cut his steak into pieces, took a few bites of potatoes, and then, went back at it again.

He lifted her skirt in a swift swoop of his hand up her leg and rested it on her upper thigh and squeezed it.

Andrea’s eyes widened again and she turned her head and looked at him, his eyes catching her as her forked a piece of meat into his mouth.

A piece of silver ware hit the floor across the table and her mother bent over to grab it underneath the baby’s highchair.  

Andreas father leaned in quickly, pushing her hair back with hi nose, breathing on her neck and ear.  "Open your legs for me.“ he whispered.

Andrea shot him a look and pushed his hand away once again. “Stop it!” she whispered.

Her mother got up and walked to the kitchen to throw the knife in the sink and grab a new one.

“Your always helping your mother…why not help your father too?” he said as his hand grabbed her leg and pulled it, her legs forced open, Andrea tried to close them, and his hand was already pressed in between the apex of her thighs, against her panties.  "So warm.“ he said as he began to try and rub her through her panties.

Andrea squirmed in her seat, all the younger kids at the table unaware, only worried about her older brother and sister that sat on the other side of her father her were too busy arguing over who was going to get to watch what on the big screen after dinner.

Andrea grabbed his wrist with her hand, and he pushed his hand down, palming her young pussy through her panties, rubbing her , more roughly than he would have liked, but andrea was putting up a fight still. He could feel the slit of her pussy though her panties, and it was making his dick hard in his pants.

Andrea felt it, that tingling. The same feeling she got anytime her boyfriend began to touch her there. It felt good to be touched there and she bit her lip and squeezed her thighs again, tightly, almost making his hand unable to move effectively.

He leaned in again. “Relax, just let me touch it. Just for a few minutes. Then if you want me to..i’ll stop.” he said quietly and returned to shoveling pieces of food into his mouth, yelling across the table to the twins who were throwing food on the floor as my mother returned with her new knife.

Andrea debated for a second, and then untensed her legs and spread them slightly. She looked at him. “one minute” she mouthed. She couldn’t believe she was negotiating the rights to her vagina with her own father at the dinner table.

He pulled on her thigh, spreading her legs further, and slipped his hand over her panties once more, and began to rub her exactly where he knew he had to, to make her want it.

Andrea felt herself turn red and her pussy began give way to his hand, she could feel the wetness start to take over.

“You going to eat your steak?” her father asked her , in a voice as calm as if his hand wasn’t pressed against her panties, soaking them as he pressed his finger into her slit and soaked up her juice with her panties.

“Yea…yea…just…, she grabbed a fork full of potatoes and shoved them into her mouth as she felt her father push her panties aside with his finger and slip it between her slit.  She almost choked.

“You okay sweetie?” her mom asked, hands on the table ready to rush over and save her.

Andrea nodded and coughed, then swallowed again. “I’m fine. just…swallowed the wrong way.”

“that’s what SHE said” her brother Brian said loudly and laughed to himself as my mother rolled her eyes, my dad slightly laughed, and my sister punched him in the arm and informed him of how gross he was.

Andrea didn’t know if she wouldve laughed, or  would’ve rolled her eyes, or what she would have done, had her  father’s finger not been dipping themselves into her  pussy. She could feel him curling his finger up inside of her. A minute had surely passed. HE pulled out his finger and went up to her clit and rubbed it softly. So softly, that she wanted to moan, She wanted to exhale her pleasure and let him know how good it felt. But she didnt, and she grabbed his hand and pushed it away and shut her  legs.

“The steak is delicious honey.” her father said across the table to her mother.

“thanks sweetie.” she said with a smile and sipped her water as she and Andrea both watched him lick his finger that was just buried inside Andrea. Andrea couldn’t believe him. Surely her mother had no idea where his finger just was, and she probably assumed he was licking off a smear of stake sauce. He sucked it dry.  

“So delicious.” he lowered his hand and rested it on Andreas lap, letting her know that was directed at her, even though her mother was the one who accepted the compliment.

“Good, im glad you like it, I actually went down to that butcher shop to get it this time. Clarice next door told me about it. Her husband loves the,,” Andreas father began to ignore his wife’s ramblings, and began to try to get back into the wet little panties.

Andrea fought him. Pushing his hand away, over and over. His hand gripped her hard on her thigh and he pulled her legs open. Andrea stopped fighting, for two reasons. She didn’t want anyone to notice the commotion under the table and…well…it felt good and she secretly wanted more.

She spread her legs wider than before, and he smiled to himself as she opened for him. Caving to his persistence.

Her father began to talk with her brother and sister about something to do with their midterms and andrea felt his finger circling her clit, Rubbing her gently. His pointer and ring finger spreading her lips apart as his middle finger flicked itself over her exposed clit. Andrea clutched her fork and knife,and then tried to keep eating. With all the noise at the table, with the twins screaming over each other, and her  father talking to my sister and brother, her mother in on their conversation. she felt herself moan just a little. under her breath as she  shoved a  piece of meat in her  mouth and began to chew. Gridning her teeth to keep from moaning anymore. She shoved another piece into her mouth , hoping a full mouth would keep her from moaning.

She prayed nobody asked her any questions, she prayed the smell of her sex dripping all over the dining room chair wouldn’t be noticed, she prayed that she could just shut her eyes and moan as loud as she wanted, because her father was aout ready to make her cum. And she’d never gotten to orgasm this fast. She wasn’t sure she could handle staying quiet through climax.

Her father felt her hips rolling slightly into his hand, and he slipped his middle finger from her clit, down into her soaking wet pussy. His dick ready to tear through his pants, because she was so incredibly wet. He’d never been so excited, or so turned on than now, finger fucking his little girl underneath the dining room table. Even all the times he’d fucked her mother in public when they were younger, or in a backseat in a drive in, this beat that, a million times over.  He knew she wanted to cum, he knew she was close. He shoved his fingers deeper inside her, as much as he could in this position, and then began to pump his fingers, barely pulling them out as he fucked her. Just pushing them inside of her, her pussy soaking his fingers , and he watched her face as sipped his water and slipped his fingers out and back up to her clit rubbing her into orgasm.

Andrea felt the wave begin and sat up straight and put one hand on the table the other gripping the side of her chair as she came. Her mouth shut, lips pressed together , her eyes shutting for a moment, and then open and looking around the table. Nobody noticing that her father’s fingers just made her cum at the dining room table. She exhaled quietly and the last wave of orgasm swept through her. Her eyes darting around the table, paranoid someone would suspect something.  Her father slipped his wet fingers from his daughters drenched cunt and went back to using both hands for his dinner.

“Mmmmm, i can’t believe how tight you are Emma” I said my fingers sliding in and out of her slowly. 

“So damn tight baby girl…” I groaned feeling her wet pussy squeeze my fingers as I touched her in her sleep. 

“You need a nice big dick to stretch you open …” I said looking down, watching my fingers move in and out slowly, coated in her juices. I smiled. Her pussy looked so perfect. “Daddy would love to stretch open his little girl…mmmmm…yes I would..” I said looking up to her face as she continued to sleep. 

“mm daddys little girl…is a big girl now….you should let daddy treat you like one….” I said sliding my fingers out and rubbing her clit with my fingers, wondering if I could make her cum in her sleep.  “you want daddy to make you cum?…make this pussy feel real good?…make his little girl cum hard….” I groaned rubbing her clit a little faster. She moved slightly. I froze. My hand lifting, my hands raised as she stirred in her sleep. My heart beating fast. How would I explain myself? Why were her panties off and why were my fingers wet? 

I held my breath, and she stopped stirring. I exhaled.

At that point I should have gotten up and went back to my room. It was such a close call, but…it didn’t stop me. 

I lowered my middle finger back down and slid it up and down her slit, grinning to myself as I looked at her pussy, and then up at her face as I slid my finger back up inside her. Back to using one finger, I decided not to push it. As if fingering her at all wasn’t pushing it. 

“Mmmm is Daddy’s finger making you feel good baby? “ I whispered. “Is that why you’re stirring in your sleep….is daddy making you have a naughty dream….is daddy in that naughty dream?” I whispered still sliding my finger back out, getting greedy, and adding the second one again. 

“Mmmm yeah….that’s it baby….get nice and wet for daddy…..” my fingers were moving a little faster, I couldnt help it, I wanted to slam them into her, all the way to my knuckles, curl them inside her, against her g spot and make her cum, wake her up to her daddy finger fucking her pussy. I groaned, imagining my fingers making her feel so good, that she’d lay there, and just moan for more, moan for my fingers harder, and deeper up inside her pussy. I fantasized about her begging for my cock. 

“Oh baby….” I whispered, looking from her face down to her pussy, as my fingers were now fucking her at a steady pace, not too deep, but sliding in and out of her faster. I grinned, watching her pussy take my fingers inside of it. “yeah baby….mmmm so naughty…letting daddy fuck your little pussy with his fingers…”

“you like that baby?” I twisted my fingers inside of her and pulled them out and rubbed her clit again, stopping again as she stirred slightly, this time, not lifting my hand, but freezing it on her pussy. My fingers on her clit as she let out a deep sigh and moved her head from one side to another. I moved my fingers again, slowly.  I couldnt believe how badly I needed to touch her, that I just kept going instead of playing it safe and leaving her room. 

“Good girl” I whispered. “Be a good girl and let daddy play with this pretty little pussy” I looked up at her face as I moved my fingers. She stirred again, but I didnt stop, moving my fingers in circles around her clit. Hearing a little whimper come from her as her head tossed again. 

“It’s okay baby….it’s just daddy….go on…..i know it feels good baby…” I said as I rubbed her clit in tiny, fast little circles, urging my daughter to cum in her sleep. Wondering if she could, if an orgasm would wake her, and also how my touching her hadnt already.

I watched her back arch slightly as she moved in her sleep slightly. Another little whimper coming from her mouth. 

“Fuck baby…daddy wants to make  you cum so bad…” I groaned, knowing I needed to stop. I groaned quietly and looked down at my fingers, making them stop, and then rubbing it again slowly. I looked up at her as she laid still , her mouth slightly parted. Dead asleep. Wondering if I should go again, try to make her cum, not stop until she does. I groaned, looking down at my cock, that had become hard again from all the excitement, I had so much adrenaline coursing through me. 

I looked at her, moving my hand from her pussy, and just watched her sleep, sighing. Wondering what I should do. Knowing what I wanted to do. A flash of my fantasy running through my mind. It would be, throwing her legs wide open, jolting her asleep, and holding her down as I slammed my cock right up into her. Not even giving her a chance, ripping right into her, I groaned to myself at the thought of how loud she might scream. I pushed my boxers down again and stroked my cock. I needed to take advantage of her more. I hadn’t had enough. 

I gently lifted her one shoulder and hip, and rolled her to her side as slowly and carefully as possible. Making her lay on her side. I got on the bed slowly, behind her, holding my breath as I inched up behind her, holding my hand on her hip, as in pushed closer. 

“mmmm Emma” I said, my dick rubbing up against her ass. 

“Feel how hard you make Daddy’s dick?” I poked her butt with it. “Do you feel that….daddys wants to put that all inside you…….” I imagined her talking back to me. “yes baby….all of it….every inch…..deep inside….” I groaned. “Fuck the shit out of you baby…” I said, pushing my cock down between the little triangle space created by her pussy, and top of her thighs. Pushing my cock between her thighs and along her pussy, I groaned. 

“Jesus…” I said not realizing how just this would feel so good. 

I moved slowly, fucking between her thighs, and along her pussy, feeling my cock rub against her lips. 

“Shit” I groaned, holding onto her hip as I continued, going faster, my hips smacking her butt lightly. “fuck baby….fuck….god…youre so hot baby” I groaned, wishing I could push my cock up inside her, lift her leg and really get my cock up inside her. 

“You want daddy to fuck you? huh?” I asked her as she slept looking to her, as she just laid there. “Are you awake?” I asked “Wake up and look at Daddy” I said…I didnt think she was, but I wanted to test it…. “Daddy knows youre awake….just look at daddy…its okay baby….look at me” I whispered. As she just laid there, her mouth parted slightly, breathing normally as she continued to sleep.

I dont know what I was expecting, or what I wanted to happen. But I kept going. 

“Mmmm Daddy should wake up his little girl..” I groaned. “Wake you up and tear up that pussy” I groaned fucking the hole between her thighs as pussy. 

I groaned feeling myself ready to cum. 

“You want Daddy to cum inside you baby, is that what you want?” I asked imagining her talking back to me again. “Yea? You do? You want daddy to put his cum inside you?” I slid my cock back, moving slightly, and pushed my cock along her pussy pushing gently, until I knew the head of my cock was at her tight little hole. I groaned, stroking my cock and then pushed just the head of my cock against her hole, just enough to know my cum would end up inside just the very entrance of her cunt. I closed my eyes, and my mouth fell open, as I unloaded into her. Wanting to groan loudly, knowing how badly I wanted to groan, would wake her up. I silenced myself and nudged the head of my cock a little more against her pussy as I finished. 

“shit…” I said moving carefully, sitting up , and standing quickly and looking to her pussy at what I had done. 

surely it wasnt deep inside of her enough to get her pregnant? I thought watching my cum leak out of her. It would all leak out of her right? I thought, wondering what the fuck had come over me. Why I would go THAT far, why I’d actually cum inside of my SLEEPING daughter.  But as much as I was worried, I had to admit, the sight of my own seed dripping from her hole, was incredibly satisfying. 

I grabbed her panties, redressing her, again. Pulling the covers up over her. 

I reached out and pushed my hand over her forehead and leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

“You made me do a very bad thing baby….” I said in a whisper. “you make daddy do lots of bad things….but I love you baby…so much…” I kissed her forehead again.  

Well. I didn’t go into her room the next night. Or the night after that.

I was trying my hardest to not continue what I had started. Looking at her throughout each day. Wondering if the cum I had put inside her the other night was going to knock her up.

I imagined the confusion she would have as her belly would grow, as her tits started to swell . I had scared myself from going back into her room. I was afraid of what I’d do next. In my mind it was inevitable that I’d eventually steal her virginity. And inevitable that I’d be able to keep myself from cumming inside her again. The worry of her getting pregnant didn’t stop be from jacking myself off to thoughts of her multiple times a day though. I’ve never mastuebated as much as I had the past few days. Not even as a teenager. But. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop thinking about fingering her. Touching her. About what it would feel like to feel her young tight cunt on my dick.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. But I was trying. I knew I had to.

But apparently two days was the maximum about of time I could go without playing with my daughter in her sleep.

Tonight was different. When I went to her room. The light was off. And so was her television.

When I walked in I turned on the light. She was asleep. And her blanket was on the floor. I turned the light back off and closed the door to her room behind me and turned the lock.

There was some light coming through the window from the street lamps. Enough to see her as I walked to the bed pushing down my boxers, taking out my cock and stroking it.

I was already rock hard. I had been for the last half hour. Thinking about her. Laying in bed trying to ignore my dick. To ignore the disgusting thoughts in my head of the things I wanted to do to her.

I climbed up onto the bed. With less care than the other nights , not afraid of my weight shifting on the bed as I spread her legs and curled my fingers around the crotch of her panties pulling them to the side in the dark.

“You know what daddy has to do , don’t you baby?” I whispered to her as she slept.

It was the only solution. Or at least it’s what I had convinced myself to believe. That the only way I could stop. Would be to take it. To take her virginity. Once I accomplished that. Surely. I’d be satisfied.

I pushed my finger down and up into her. Rolling my eyes back as I get how warm and tight and wet her insides were. Like heaven.

I fingered her slowly. And whispered to her.

“Don’t worry. Daddy will be gentle. “

“Daddy needs to do this baby. “

“I love you baby. I need you to know how much daddy loves you”

I slid my fingers in and out, my cock aching to be inside her.

I moved my hand from between her legs , my fingers coming out wet. I spit in my hand and rubbed it over my cock.

“Jesus Christ….” I whispered. “I can’t believe you’re gonna let daddy fuck you baby…your pussy is going to be so fucking tight. “ I said to her as she still slept.

“Such a good girl” I said guiding my cock in the dark. Pushing the head of my cock along her pussy lips, down to her hole.

For a split second I thought about stopping. But I knew what I had to do. I had to fuck her.

I pushed carefully. Groaning at the resistance of her tight pussy.

“Oh god baby” I nudged my cock again. Still not pushing into her. “Fuck. You’re so tight” I said to her as she still slept. I held my cock and guided it again , holding it as I carefully nudged it into her.

“Ohfuck” I groaned feeling the head of my cock push up into her. “Oh god”

I couldn’t believe it. I was inside. Inside of the pussy I’d been craving and secretly fingering at night.

I held just the head inside as I pulled my hand from my cock and leaned over her , hovering. My cock still not going any further in just yet.

I had to prepare myself. Because I knew there was a chance she’d wake up. I knew this might be the thing that woke her.

I was right.

I pushed up into her slowly , groaning as I felt my cock being squeezed as it pushed up into her tight , virgin pussy. I only had about a second of uninterrupted pleasure before I felt her move and wake up with a yelp as I had pushed myself all the way inside.

“Daddy?!” She screeched and started to whine. I immediately clasped my hand over her mouth and drew my hips back and then pushed them back into her. Groaning as I felt her her hands try to push me off and her body squirming. Groaning at her tight cunt , squeezing me even tighter as she panicked.

“Shhhhhhh” I said. Knowing I had made a huge fucking mistake. But in the moment. She felt too good. And there was no point in stopping. She’d already woken up. She’d already found her daddy ontop of her and inside her.

She screamed into my palm and jerked her body back and forth trying to move me off her as I lowered myself ontop of her. Still holding my hand over her mouth.

“Be quiet” I said in a loud whisper. “Be quiet baby. “ I could hear her trying to talk as she whined and cried into my palm. I held it tighter over her mouth.

In my fantasy. She wouldn’t be fighting it. She would instead beg me for it. Tell me how bad she needed her daddy to fuck her. This was not my fantasy. And I didn’t plan to force her in all the fantasies I’d had over the past few days. But….I did.

I was a monster.

“Don’t cry. It’s just daddy “ I said as I grunted , going fast, thrusting myself into her. Feeling her wet pussy coat my cock, feeling her hands grab at my arm as my hand covered her mouth.

“Shhhhhhhhhh” I said knowing I had to be hurting her, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to. I didn’t want to hurt her. But her pussy was the tightest I’d ever felt. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop doing what I knew was an awful thing to do.

“Shhh daddy loves you” I groaned fucking her going faster as she squealed loudly into my hand. I could feel her tears on my hand.

I still didn’t stop.

“Don’t cry baby. Just relax. It’ll stop hurting. “ I said. “Quiet. Be quiet !” I whispered loudly.

“You’re going to wake up your mother!” I said finding myself frustrated that she wouldn’t just let me fuck her. Grabbing her face hard with my hand over my mouth. I found myself shaking her head as if to silence her.

“Shut up!” I whispered loudly “you’re going to get us both in trouble !” I said finding myself growing angry with her. For making me do this. I was blaming her for my desire to fuck her. Blaming her for “‘making” me rape her.

I knew it was the worst thing I could to do her. But I couldn’t stop myself. I apologized.

“I’m sorry baby” I said without stopping. “Daddy loves you baby “ I groaned feeling myself go harder on her , the sound of my cock fucking her filling the room with her cries and loud whimpers being muffled by my hand.

“Ungh..Daddy …loves you..so…fucking…much” I said between thrusts. Feeling how divine it felt to bury myself hard and fast into her cunt. She was screaming again.

“You need to be quiet!” I said “stop it!” “fucking stop it” I growled as I shook her face and glared at her.

“You’re going to get us caught “ I growled. Yes. I said us. As if she was a willing participant.

“Daddy thought you’d like it baby” I groaned. “he thought you’d like him fucking this tight pussy”

“You let me finger you….so let me just fuck you baby. ..be a big girl and let daddy fuck you right” I groaned. I knew she didn’t know I had fingered her. And I knew she didn’t LET me. But in my fantasy. She had. When I was doing it. I was imagining her wanting it. Letting me touch her.

“Oh god baby” I groaned as she still cried my hand slipping from her mouth. Long enough for her to yelp.

“”DADDY STOP!” She cried and I clapped my hand back over her mouth.

I was angry.

I slapped her face and grabbed it as she cried.

“Shut up!” I growled and covered her mouth again

I didn’t want to hurt her. But. She wouldn’t just let me fuck her. She wasn’t letting me enjoy her pussy the way it was meant to be enjoyed by the man lucky enough to take her virginity.

“You’re gonna let daddy fuck you!” I groaned. “Time to be a big girl. Stop that fucking crying and tell daddy you like it” I groaned moving my hand and grabbing her face leaving her mouth uncovered as she winced and cried and tried not to be loud and she whimpered.

“Tell daddy how his dick feels baby” I growled. “Do you like daddy fucking you? ..you better like it”

“Yes” she cried.

I felt an evil grin come over my face.

“Good girl. Does it hurt ? Does it hurt having daddy’s big dick up inside you?” I groaned.

“Yes” she cried.

“Mmmmm it’ll only hurt the first time “ I said. Realizing I had already made plans to do this again. That getting what I wanted was not the answer to stopping. But only made me immediately want to have her over and over again.

“Daddy” she cried “please stop “ she whimpered with a little “owww” as I groaned feeling it hit her hard and deep.

“Daddy isn’t going to stop. “ I told her.

“He can’t. “ I said.

“His baby’s pussy feels so good” I told her as I looked at her in the dark. Her face was wet with tears.

“If you tell anyone …” I said.

“I won’t” she cried. “Please just stop Daddy” she said pushing her hands onto my chest. I lifted myself up , still hovering over her , thrusting faster.

“Say please” I said.

“Please” she cried.

I imagined her please as one that was asking for more. And kept going.

“Keep saying it “ I groaned

“Please!” She whimpered “Please!”

“Please”

“Please”

“Please daddy!”

I groaned. “Yes baby, ugnhhhh fuck yea” I said still drilling into her. Not stopping. Each please bringing me closer and closer.

“Please!!” She shrieked and I felt my balls ready to empty themselves.

“Pleasedaddy!” She said pushing her hands against my chest and I groaned loudly as she kept giving me pleases as I started to cum.

I imagined her pleases as “please cum inside me” “pleasegive it to me daddy”. “Please fill me up daddy”

As my cum was shooting out into her I already felt the same regret that I did when I left a secret load inside her a few night earlier. Was I going to get her pregnant ? I don’t know.

But what it worth it to be able to cum deep up inside her? At that moment. It definitely was.

I groaned loudly and she seemed to realize what I had just done.

She cried. “Daddy no!”

I woke up to go to the bathroom, walking through the hall, I saw the glow of her light from her bedroom under the door at the end of the hall.

After using the bathroom I went into her room. As always, ever since she was younger, she always fell asleep with her light on, her tv on, and as always had kicked her covers off onto the floor.

I grabbed the remote from her dresser and turned off the tv. As I walked over to her bed and bent over to pick up her blanket from the floor, as my hand hit the blanket, my eyes wandered from the blanket. to the site of her ass and pussy, hugged tightly by her plain white cotton panties.

She was turned on her side, her ass sticking out, her hands tucked under her head as she slept. I gulped not realizing how close I’d put myself to my own daughters ass and pussy. I froze, staring for too long,much longer than I should have. I should’ve been a good man, and looked away. My fingers tightened around the blanket as I licked my lips, still staring. My eyes travelling up, my head peeking up over her, to watch her still sleeping face.

I kneeled down slowly and stayed there, looking at her ass, looking at her pussy lips, and the thin line the fabric made out lining them.

“Oh Emma” I shook my head, as if blaming my daughter for falling asleep in her own bedroom in her panties and tank top.  As if blaming her for the dirty thoughts that started to go through my mind. The thoughts of wanting to see under her panties, the thought of fucking her. My mind skipped dramatically, straight to fucking her. I groaned. How tight she must be I thought. Having never known for her to have a boyfriend. I was pretty sure she was a virgin and the thought of fucking a virgin, made me hard. It made me even harder thinking about how bad I was for imagining taking HER virginity.

I licked my lips again and raised my hand up slowly, sticking one finger out,, placing it ever so gently on the thin line of fabric between her pussy lips, I traced it ever so gently. That was a mistake. Because now my dick was throbbing, and I didnt know if I could bring myself to stop touching her.

“Oh Emma” I said again as I pushed the tip of my finger just the slightest bit harder over her panties.

I stood slowly and groaned at myself for what I was about to, but I couldnt stop myself.

I gently grabbed her hip and moved her onto her back carefully, my heart pounding as I moved her.

I gently lifted her feet apart one by one, carefully spread her legs by her knees,  until they were generously spread, enough for to have a nice view of her panty covered little cunt. I stood by the bed, reaching down, letting my finger go back to rubbing the slit of her panties, pressing my finger near the top, rubbing in tiny little circles, wondering if she could feel it in her sleep. Wondering if I could make her pussy nice and wet as she slept. I groaned at the thought of her cunt ready and wet for me, I groaned imagining the tight squeeze of sliding my cock inside her. I’d surely wake her then.

“Oh God Emma….” I said leaning down as I lifted her tank top slowly with my other hand, my other hand still rubbing her pussy as she slept. I shook my head at how beautiful her perky tits were, and kissed her nipples delicately, even though I wanted to suck them hard into my mouth, bite them, tug them, wake her up by her own father abusing her nipples, with his hand between her legs.

I reached my hand to my cock and rubbed it through my sleep shorts, and licked my tongue over one of her nipples and blew on it softly, watching it harden from the cold air. Looking up at her as she still slept soundly, kissing her nipple again, rubbing my cock, while also rubbing her pussy still and flicked my tongue over her hardened nipples.

“Mmmmm Daddy likes your nipples baby” I said talking to her as she slept.

“You like Daddy licking them? Making them nice and hard?” I asked her, with obviously no response, but I didn’t need one. Violating her in her sleep was turning me on to no end, I couldnt believe what I was doing, I knew I shouldnt have been doing it, but it was impossible to stop.

I sucked her nipple gently.

“Mmmm baby” I said against her breast, closing my eyes as I sucked her nipple, stopping to lick around it, letting my tongue lash over it, indulging of the feeling over her hard nipple against my tongue, I noticed my hand rubbing over her panties a little faster, and not as lightly as it was before. I opened my eyes and looked up at her as I quickly stopped.

She was still asleep.

I carefully started to rub her again, letting myself still enjoy her nipples, letting my teeth ever so lightly roll her nipple between my teeth. I groaned wanting to clamp my teeth on her cute nipple and pull.

“Mmmm Emma…Daddy loves you…” I said kissing her nipple. “so much…..so much baby” I licked it again and sucked again, as if I was feeding gently on her breast. “Mmmmmmm” I groaned and felt my hand start to rub her pussy fast, and I froze as she moved ever so slightly with a soft sigh.

Frozen with my hand on her pussy,, and her nipple sucked into my mouth.

I slowly started to suck again, moving my tongue over her nipple and then stopped, and moved carefully onto the bed. Shifting my weight slowly onto the bed as I laid between her legs, and scooted myself up further.

“Do you want Daddys tongue down here now Emma?” I whispered quietly.

“You want Daddy to lick your little pussy?” I whispered to only myself as she slept and leaned forward and dragged my nose up along the slit of her panties, inhaling her, and dragging my tongue over her panties next. Teasing only myself.

“Shhh…just stay asleep baby…” I said as she slightly moved again, her head turning to the other side, I bravely curled my finger around the fabric of the panties that were coverering her pussy, pulling them to the side.

“Oh Emma” I said laying eyes on her perfectly shaven, bare cunt.

“So pink…” I said, rubbing my thumb over her clit that was now in plain view.

“Mmmmm fuck baby… daddy loves you so much “ I said looking up at her sleeping face, her tits rising and falling ever so slightly as she breathed normally.

“Mmmm my little girl..all grown up…” I said before letting my tongue drag from hole to clit. “mmmmmmmmmmmmm” I groaned tasting her. “shit” I said, taking another long slow lick of her delicious cunt.

“Daddy really…really likes how good his baby tastes” I said quietly, licking her again,  and then letting my tongue push into her hole slightly, licking it. I groaned, using my thumbs to spread her pussy lips gently, as I dipped my tongue into her a little more.

“Oh baby…please…please dont wake up” I groaned as my mouth went a little more crazy, licking her insides, fucking my daughters pussy with my tongue as she slept. I groaned at how good she tasted.

My dick felt like it would burst if I didn’t put it inside her.

I looked up at her and groaned, knowing I couldn’t possibly. That it just couldnt happen. I groaned again, wanting it so bad. I pushed the tip of my finger against her hole and slowly slid my finger in, the slightest bit at a time.

“Oh my god.” I said to myself feeling how tight her pussy was just around my one finger. “Jesus Emma…” I shook my head.

“You want Daddy to loosen that pussy up baby?” I asked her as she slept, my finger wet as I pushed it in all the way slowly, and back out then back up into her.

“Want Daddy to warm you up, before he stretches you out ?” I groaned

I watched my finger slide in and out of her. “Oh Emma… it’s so tight baby….” I said battling with what was wrong and what was right in my head. You cant fuck her. I told myself.  Sure you can. I argued. Why not? She’s asleep…if you’re careful….if you go really slow…she wont wake up.  Of course she’ll wake up! There’s no way she won’t wake up! The other voice in my head argued back again.  I groaned and continued to finger her slowly.

“Daddy wants to fuck you so bad Emma….” I groaned looking at her tight cunt lose my finger in it as I pushed it up a little further inside her curling it slightly inside her.  “Mmmm baby…your pussy would feel so good on Daddys dick…”

I looked up at her, still sleeping, and shook my head to myself, unable to believe what I was doing, how far I’d gotten without her waking, wondering if I’d let myself be greedy, and try to chance it even further by trying to get my dick wet inside of her. I groaned and moved up, lifting my tongue to her clit, as I slid my finger out of her, licking her clit, wondering if my licking her would be making her have a sex dream, she had to feel it, even if she was asleep, it had to be affecting her sleep. And i wondered when she dreamt about having her pussy licked, if shed be imagining me doing it. I started to fantasize about her waking up, and letting me continue because she would think it was still a dream. I fantasized about her wanting this. Her wanting her father violating her while she slept. I licked down her slit and to her hole again.

“I bet you want Daddy to fuck you too, don’t you” I said quietly and carefully sat up, pulling my boxers down, and stroking my dick. Looking down at her pussy as slid my finger back up inside of her with my other hand. Jerking off as I fingered her.

“I love you Emma….god I love you so fucking much…” I said slowly fucking her tight pussy with my finger.

Just the tip. I told myself. Just the tip. Nothing more……… Don’t do it, unless you can control yourself……..Once your dick touches her pussy, you’re not going to be able to stop……… Fuck the shit out of her. Cover her mouth, and slam it in….. I had multiple voices coaching me in my head.  And the one telling me to fuck the shit out of her was the one I wanted to listen to most. I imagined it. Just holding my cock at the entrance of the tight hole, and slamming every inch into her. Jolting her awake in pain as I forced her pussy open with my cock, stretching her, tearing into her. I jerked myself off faster. Faster, groaning looking down at her with my finger just resting inside her as I furiously masturbated looking at her body, looking at her legs spread with my finger inside her.

Fuck her. Do it..Fuck her pussy. Imagine that tight pussy wrapped around your cock, squeezing it. So wet. So warm. The perfect little hole.   She’ll love it. She’ll wake up scared, but soon be begging for more. The “just fuck her” voice was taking over as I fantasized about fucking her.

“Oh Emma….Daddy wants to fuck you so bad” I groaned jerking myself off. Looking down at her, I slid my finger out and looked at her pussy as she laid there. I kneeled between her legs and pointed my cock towards her delicious, wet, tight little cunt.

“OH Emma” I groaned as I closed my eyes and stroked myself faster, groaning a bit louder as I started to cum. Aiming my load all over her cunt, I opened my eyes, to watch more of it hit her pussy, and start to drip down it. I groaned again at the site of my mess on her, pumping my fist, wanting more of my cum on her, and a few more drops hitting her pussy.

I groaned looking down at my cum on her panties and pussy.

“Daddy made a mess Emma” I said reaching down with a grin, pulling her panties back over pussy, not cleaning it off her.

“Mmmmm” I said leaning down , hovering over her carefully as I kissed each of her breasts again, letting her nipples brush over my lips.

“You made Daddy cum so hard baby” I said looking at her face as she slept and carefully kissed her on her mouth that was slightly parted as she breathed through it.

I smiled to myself as I carefully shifted myself off her and off the bed slowly, and reached over, lowering her tank top back down, and smiling at the cum stain already forming on her panties on the outside, and smiling to myself thinking about my cum on her pussy, thinking about her waking up to find a cum stain in her panties and on the outside. Wondering how it got there. I bent over and picked up the blanket again. Smiling at the fact the blanket had pretty much caused it all.

I lifted it up and put it over her.

“Good night princess.” I said and kissed her forehead, walking towards her bedroom door, taking one last look back at her, with my hand on her light switch, flicking it down as I whispered.

When I woke up the next day I felt my heart pounding, wondering if Emma knew what I had done. What if she wasnt asleep? What if she had woken up and just laid there and let me molest her body? As scared as I was, I promised myself that I was not ever going to do it again. I laid in bed shaking my head. I couldnt. And couldnt believe that I had. I told myself I wasn’t allowed to even think about her in such a way ever again. No. I can’t. I told myself as the thought of me fingering her last night, how tight her pussy was, how she looked so perfect laying there fast asleep as I put my finger in her over and over, cumming all over her perfect cunt. I groaned, feeling my dick move, and reached down beneath the covers and started to stroke my dick.

I closed my eyes and imagined her. “Oh Emma..” I groaned quietly, my wife already out of bed, probably downstairs making us breakfast. 

“Ungh,..Emma..” I groaned quietly stroking my cock faster now that it was rock hard at the thought of her. “Daddys girl…” I said to myself remembering her perky tits, and those hard nipples on my tongue. “fuck….daddy wants to fuck you…” I imagined her awake , laying there, legs spread, temping me with her wet cunt. I imagined her telling me to take her, begging for my dick inside her. Imagined her telling me to fuck her virgin pussy. I groaned, jerking myself off, pushing the covers down, laying in bed on my back staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes again and started to thrust my cock into my own hand, imagining it was her pussy, and not my hand on my cock. I squeezed a little tighter, trying to think of how tight her pussy would feel. I groaned. “Oh emma” I groaned. “Youre going to make Daddy cum..” I groaned. “Im gonna cum in that tight little pussy…that hot teenage cunt…” I groaned. “Daddys going to put his cum deep inside you Emma” I groaned again as I started to cum. I groaned out louder as my cum shot up onto my stomach and chest. “Fuuuuuuuck” I whispered to myself wishing every drop was inside of her, and not on my chest and stomach. 

I laid there, my hand falling from my cock as it throbbed.

“Shit” I said, realizing I had made a huge mistake last night. And there was no way I was going to be able to stop thinking about her. And as much as I told myself I’d never touch her like that again , I was still hoping the day would pass quickly, and she’d fall asleep early, so I could touch her again. So I could be a dirty old man, and play with her cunt again. I wondered if I’d ever get the balls to fuck her. To put my cock in her. 

I sat up and went to our bathroom and wiped my cum from my chest and stomach, cleaning myself up, and throwing on some pajama pants and a t shirt, and walked downstairs. 

Emma and my wife sitting at the table eating breakfast. 

“Rise and shine” my wife said. 

I smiled. “Good morning” I looked to Emma, who looked up from her cereal and phone and smiled slightly and looked back to her phone.

“Morning Dad” she said as she normally does. I felt my heart race a little less, she didnt seem any different, she must have really been asleep. 

—-

The day had dragged and as I laid in bed with my wife, I thought about Emma. Looking over to my wife who had just fallen asleep. Wishing I was sharing our bed with Emma instead. I felt guilty. If my wife ever found out what I had done, or even if I had any of these thoughts of Emma, instead of her, she’d kill me. 

I waited patiently, watching tv in bed, with the volume low, waiting for my wife to fall asleep. And hoping that Emma was too. 

I waited an hour or so and then got out of bed, and walked to Emma’s room. My heart beating fast, seeing the light on in her bedroom, hearing the tv going. I turned the door knob and opened slowly, peeking in. 

The covers weren’t kicked off yet, but she was on her back, and her eyes were closed. I called her name quietly.

then again. a little louder. And again. 

No moving. No reply. 

I opened the door further and stepped in quietly and shut the door behind me and locked it. 

My dick was already moving in my sleep shorts, thinking about the things I said I wasnt going to do again.  She was wearing a loosely fitted grey tank top, that had the side of her breast hanging out one side. I lifted the covers carefully as I got to the bed, pulling them down and off her, and she was wearing a pair of grey cotton boy cut panties. Almost looked like tiny little shorts. I smiled seeing them cling to her just like her panties she had last night. And the thin line her pussy lips created. 

My hand automatically went to her pussy, and slid over it, cupping it, rubbing my hand over it, my middle finger sliding up between the slit of her panties, and pushing back down. 

I looked at her and moved further up, standing near her face at the side of the bed, and pulled down my shorts from my hips, taking my cock in my hand, and jerking it off near her mouth. Looking at her. Reaching down, and pulling her tank top to the side, pushing the fabric to the middle, between her breasts, letting her one breast hang out, I rubbed the nipple, then lifted my hand to my mouth, licking my fingers, leaving some of my saliva at my finger tips, and reaching down and rubbing it over her nipple. Smiling as I watched her nipple glisten, as I wet it with my saliva. I flicked my finger over her nipple watching it get a little hard. Flicking it more, jerking myself off faster near her face as I continued teasing her nipple with my finger. 

“Sexy girl…” I groaned “daddys girl” I said quietly and then stopped playing with her nipple and pushed my hips forward, and carefully placed the head of my cock at her mouth which was slightly parted, testing it…seeing if she would move, or stir in her sleep. She didnt. 

I groaned sliding the shaft of my cock along her lips, between them, feeling her soft lips on my cock.

“Oh baby….kiss daddys cock..” I groaned” ungh, yeah….kiss it baby…” I whispered.. “put that pretty mouth all over daddys dick…” I said sliding it back and forth over her mouth. I put my hand on her face and turned it slightly a little more towards me and carefully pushed the head of my cock against her lips again, nudging against her mouth, manipulating her mouth carefully, groaning as the head of my cock was past her lips. 

“Fuck” my heart raced, I couldnt believe what I was doing, couldnt believe she wasnt waking up, just laying there,  deep asleep as I started to push my cock into her mouth just a little more.

“Good girl…” I said as I slid the head of my cock back out and then back in. I spit in my hand, and reached down, getting the top half of my cock wet and putting it back against her lips, pushing it back between her lips, manipulating them again. 

“Oh yeah…” I groaned as the head of my cock slipped right past her lips this time. “Oh god emma…suck daddys cock…” I groaned, carefully, and slowly, only shoving the first inch or so of my cock into her mouth, wanting to put more of it in her…..wanting to make it touch her fucking throat.  Wanting her to wake up, choking on my cock. I groaned.  My hand on the side of her face, sliding back behind her head as I moved a little faster, still only letting the very top of my cock fuck her mouth. 

“That’s it Emma….mmmmm….let daddy fuck that pretty mouth….you gonna make daddy cum?  …is my little girl gonna drink it all up?” I groaned looking at her. I stroked my cock with the head of it pressed against her lips, and moved it back slightly as I continued to jerk myself off, aiming my cock at her mouth. 

“Daddys good girl…..ungh fuck….daddys gonna cum baby…” I groaned, wondering if the cum hitting her mouth, or the taste of it would wake her. I moved down, and aimed it at her breast instead. And started to blow my load all over her exposed breasts. Watching my cum shoot over her nipple, some getting on her shirt. I grunted as I worked the rest of it out, it felt so good to release again, release my cum all over my hot daughters tits. 

“Shit….” I cursed as I leaned over and rubbed the head of my cock over her nipple, in the mess of my cum and then moved back to her mouth, and let the head of my cock graze her lips. I grinned to myself, decorating her mouth, watching my cum coat her lips. 

“Taste it baby….taste daddys cum…” I said my dick brushing over her lips and pushing past them a little. I was sick. I was so wrong for this, all of it. But I wanted my cum in her mouth, even if it was just a hint of it. I wanted to make her taste me. 

“good girl” I groaned looking down at her still asleep, she moved just slightly and sighed in her sleep , her mouth opening and closing a few times. I froze. 

she stayed asleep and I smiled, pulling my sleep shorts up, and again , not cleaning my cum off her, but pulling her tank top back over her breast. I smiled thinking of how it would make her shirt stick to her chest as it dried. 

I grabbed her blanket covering her back up, but then stopped, looking at her pussy in her panties that I had barely touched. 

“Does Daddys little girl want me to play with her pussy again?” I asked her as if she was awake. 

“Did you like when daddy had his finger inside you baby?” I asked as I pushed the covers back to the foot of the bed. 

“Mmmmm….” I said, gently sliding my fingertips up the inside of her thigh and then rubbing her panties. 

I couldnt stop. I didnt care that I had just cum, and probably couldnt get hard again. I just wanted to touch her, to play with her , to take advantage of my time with her as she slept. I wondered how long I’d stay in her room tonight. 

I pushed her legs together slowly, grabbing her panties carefully, pushing the back of them down into the bed, as I carefully removed them, pulling them down from the back, then from the front, then the back again as I slowly pulled them all the way off her legs. 

“Mmmm there we go…take these panties off for daddy…show him that sweet pussy…” I said carefully parting her legs again. 

“Such a cute little pussy baby…” I said standing on the side of the bed reaching over, rubbing it.  

I pushed my middle finger between her lips, sliding it up and down her slit, lifting my finger to my mouth, wetting a few of them, reaching down and rubbing my saliva over her pussy, allowing my fingers to slip nicely up and down her perfect slit. 

“There we go…..nice and wet….so daddy can rub his little girl….” I said. 

“You like that baby? You like when Daddy touches you down here? You like me touching your pussy sweetheart?…mmmm…daddy likes touching it….yes he does….such a pretty girl…..such a sexy girl too…..” I talked to her as if she could hear me. 

“Why dont we try two fingers tonight baby?” I suggested to my daughter, as she laid sound asleep. 

“You want Daddy to finger that tight little pussy with two fingers tonight baby?…start stretching that tight little hole out…hmm?” I said teasing at her pussy with the tip of my finger, and pushing it it slowly. Feeling it tight , so tight, around just my one finger. “Mmmm can you even take two fingers….do you put your fingers inside yourself baby? Do you masturbate this little cunt….”I groaned my finger going slightly faster, I could feel, her tight, wet, warm insides around my finger, and as I slid it out, I paired it with my pointer finger, and pushed them both against her hole, and pushed slightly in.

“Oh fuck baby….god youre so tight…” I said pushing them in slightly further. “Does that feel good?” I asked. 

“You need to help your brother,” he continued, his tone soft but insistent. “How else is he supposed to learn how to please a woman? How else is he going to find a nice lady to date, huh?”

I could feel my brother’s eyes on me, heavy and intent, from where he stood in front of me. His shirt was off, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, and his jeans were already undone, hanging low on his hips. His cock was hard, fully exposed, and big. My stomach twisted in knots as he stepped closer, his gaze flickering down to where my legs were spread—open and bare, just like Daddy had told me to be.

“You’re gonna be good for him, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Daddy’s voice was almost a purr now, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. God, why did that make me shiver?

I nodded weakly, my throat too dry to speak. My brother’s hand brushed against my thigh, and I flinched, the touch sending a jolt through me. He hesitated, his eyes searching mine for… something. Reassurance? Permission? I wasn’t sure.

“It’s okay,” Daddy murmured, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to remind me he was there. “She’s ready, son. She wants to help you. Don’t you, baby?”

I nodded again, my voice still trapped somewhere deep inside me. My brother’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the wetness between my legs, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. His touch was tentative, almost cautious, but it still sent a wave of heat through me that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Good girl,” Daddy whispered, his voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. Pride? Satisfaction? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way my brother’s fingers were moving now, circling my clit with a rhythm that made my breath hitch.

“You’re so wet,” my brother murmured, his voice almost reverent. “Is this… is this because of me?”

I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, because Daddy’s lips were on my neck now, his beard scratching against my skin in a way that made me shudder. His hands released my wrists, sliding around to cup my breasts instead, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

“She’s always been a good girl,” Daddy said, his voice rough. “Always so eager to help. Aren’t you, honey?”

I nodded again, my body trembling as my brother’s fingers dipped inside me, stretching me open in a way that made my toes curl. God, why did it feel so good?

“Take her,” Daddy urged, his hands moving to grip my hips, holding me steady. “Show her how much you appreciate her.”

My brother’s eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, I thought he might stop. But then he was moving, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance, and I clenched my teeth, bracing myself for the inevitable.

“Relax,” Daddy whispered, his hands massaging my hips in slow, soothing circles. “It’s gonna feel good, baby. You’re gonna love it.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him that this was wrong, that we shouldn’t be doing this, but the words never made it past my lips. My brother’s cock pressed against me, the tip sinking in slowly, and I gasped, my back arching as he filled me inch by inch.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my shoulders, holding me steady. “Take it all, baby. Take it like a good girl.”

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that I couldn’t quite untangle. My brother’s cock was thick, stretching me in ways I hadn’t been stretched before, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips.

“You feel amazing,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my thighs as he pushed deeper. “So tight… so fucking wet.”

“She’s all yours,” Daddy said, his voice thick with something I didn’t want to name. “Take her. Make her yours.”

My brother’s hips snapped forward, and I cried out, my body jerking as he buried himself fully inside me. The pain was sharp, almost blinding, but it was quickly overtaken by the relentless waves of pleasure that followed.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

My brother started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but growing harder and faster with each passing second. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the soft moans and gasps that I couldn’t seem to hold back.

“You’re doing so good,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my ear again. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”

I wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him that this wasn’t right, but the words never came. All I could do was hold on, my nails digging into the mattress as my brother’s pace quickened, his cock hitting that spot inside me with every thrust.

“You’re gonna make me come,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”

“Do it,” Daddy urged, his voice low and commanding. “Fill her up, son. Show her what it means to be a real woman.”

My brother’s thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing inside me as he reached his climax. I felt it the moment he came, the warm flood of his release filling me in a way that made my head spin.

“Good girl,” Daddy murmured, his hands smoothing over my body in a way that felt almost… reassuring. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good.”

My brother pulled out slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he collapsed onto the bed beside me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, warm and sticky against my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“You’re such a good sister,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my temple. “Always so willing to help. Always so perfect.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was lie there, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all, as Daddy’s hands continued to move over me, soothing and possessive all at once.

Andrea always helped her mother set the dinner table. Her mother was constantly busy, constantly chasing her younger brothers and sister around, and even though Andrea was still young, and even though she wasn’t the oldest, she  felt the need to help her mother whenever she could.

Andrea was in high school, but seemed to not have blossomed yet. She was still waiting for her A…(B if you want to be generous) cup to turn into a C or D. She was 5'3" and petite as can be. She had long beach blonde hair, that if she was naked, would hang perfectly over her chest, and hide her tits beneath it easily.  Her eyes were crystal blue, just like her fathers.

Her father was always busy, just like her mother. He was always busy with work. Mom was always busy with the kids.  He was always usually late getting home for dinner, but tonight he was early and already sitting at the table reading a paper as Andrea walked around their circular dining table setting the plates, and silverware.

He peered over the top of his news paper as Andrea leaned forward, he watched her shirt hang loosely and peeked down her top as her young siblings ran around the table chasing each other. He barely even noticed them as he caught a glimpse of her tiny perky tits, and her cute little nipples. Her father was thankful for the fact she had small breasts, because it often meant she went without a bra around the house. He’d always wanted to crank the air conditioning up in the house, just to see how hard they get, poking through her shirts. He just didn’t want to risk her putting any extra clothes on.

He glanced over to his wife, her hair a mess, sweatpants again, and a t shirt that had one too many stains on it. Just once, he thought to himself, if he could come home and have her dressed up for him. The way she used to. He glanced over to his daughter again. Her pink sweater was hanging low again as she bent over to stop her little brother from crying on the floor. He felt his cock move as he caught a glimpse down her sweater again. She lifted him from the floor as he kicked and screamed.

She sat him in the chair and held him still as she shushed him and talked him down. Her mother yelling from the kitchen. “Tommy, you have to eat dinner before you can have ice cream!”

Andrea smiled at him and rubbed his head. “See, you can have ice cream, you just have to eat dinner first!” She stood up, and chased the other running kids around the dining room and kitchen.

“To the table you guys! Cmon!” Andrea giggled running after them.

Her father watching as she bent over in her skirt. It was a cute skirt, too long and too loose for her fathers taste. He’d wished it was shorter, he’d wished it was tighter. He wished all her clothes were tighter, and it honestly made him more aroused by the fact he rarely ever got to see her in anything revealing other than during summer when they went to the beach. He was constantly wanting to see her tiny little ass peak out of a pair of short shorts, or her little nipples pressed underneath a tight white tank top. He felt himself staring, and couldn’t stop.

Andrea was sitting her last sibling down at the table when her mother brought out the food, from the kitchen.

“Mom sit down! I’ll do the rest!” Andrea assured her mother.

Her mother sat down at the table, exhausted, and grabbed her glass of water , brushed her hair from her forehead with the back of her hand and looked at her husband. “How was work sweetheart?” she asked while scolding one of the children with her hands, tapping him on the legs to sit still in his seat.

“Same as always, you know…just another boring day. How was your day?” he said as he folded the paper and tucked it away on the table.

Andrea watched her parents force the same dinner conversation every night. must be boring she thought to herself. Do they really have nothing else to talk about ? Or maybe that’s all they talk about in front of us? She finished bringing out the sides and started serving everyone. And as always, her father being served first.

“Did you want mashed potatoes Dad?” Andrea said standing beside him.

He put his hand on her lower back, harmlessly….

“Yes sweetie, please.” he said.

Andrea scooped a helping of potatoes onto his plate. “Green beans?” she asked.

He slipped his hand down over her ass , feeling the curve of her tight little ass, before bringing his hand back to his lap.

Andrea felt his hand, and wasnt’ if it was an accident, or what it was, and continued to serve everyone else at the table, and herself last.

She sat down next to her father, it was a small table and everyone was kind of squished.

“Dave, we really need to get a bigger dinner table.” Andreas mother said.

“I know , i know, we’ll have to look into it.” he said as he cut his steak.

Andrea watched as her mother avoided whining about the table and began to ask her brothers and sister how their day at school was.

Andrea smiled as she watched her twin brothers, argue over whose day was better.

Andrea felt something on her knee, and looked down. Her fathers hand. She looked over to him, but his face was focused on Andreas mother across the table. Andrea unsure of what to do as she felt his hand pull her skirt up over her knee and rest his hand on her skin, looked straight ahead.

what was he doing?

She felt his hand slide from her knee up her thigh, her loose skirt just gently gliding up her lap.

Maybe he didn’t mind the loose skirts after all.

Andrea’s eyes widened and she grabbed his hand and stopped him, holding onto it as her mother looked over to her.

“How was your day Andrea?” she asked as she looked down to cut her steak, then back up at her daughter.

“Good.. ” she gulped “It was good.” She felt her fathers hand move sideways now in between her thighs. “good” she nodded.

She casually glanced around the table and to her father who’s other hand was piercing a piece of steak and bringing it to his mouth as if nothing was going on. As if his hand wasn’t headed to the warmest place on her body.

“Well, thats….good” her mother laughed and reached over to continue cutting up meat into little pieces for the twins.

“that IS good.” her father said as his hand became trapped between her legs when Andrea squeezed her legs shut.

She pulled his hand from between her thighs and pushed it away.

What was happening?! Andrea thought to herself, this was obviously no mistake, and what was he doing? She is his daughter!

He waited to try again. HE cut his steak into pieces, took a few bites of potatoes, and then, went back at it again.

He lifted her skirt in a swift swoop of his hand up her leg and rested it on her upper thigh and squeezed it.

Andrea’s eyes widened again and she turned her head and looked at him, his eyes catching her as her forked a piece of meat into his mouth.

A piece of silver ware hit the floor across the table and her mother bent over to grab it underneath the baby’s highchair.  

Andreas father leaned in quickly, pushing her hair back with hi nose, breathing on her neck and ear.  "Open your legs for me.“ he whispered.

Andrea shot him a look and pushed his hand away once again. “Stop it!” she whispered.

Her mother got up and walked to the kitchen to throw the knife in the sink and grab a new one.

“Your always helping your mother…why not help your father too?” he said as his hand grabbed her leg and pulled it, her legs forced open, Andrea tried to close them, and his hand was already pressed in between the apex of her thighs, against her panties.  "So warm.“ he said as he began to try and rub her through her panties.

Andrea squirmed in her seat, all the younger kids at the table unaware, only worried about her older brother and sister that sat on the other side of her father her were too busy arguing over who was going to get to watch what on the big screen after dinner.

Andrea grabbed his wrist with her hand, and he pushed his hand down, palming her young pussy through her panties, rubbing her , more roughly than he would have liked, but andrea was putting up a fight still. He could feel the slit of her pussy though her panties, and it was making his dick hard in his pants.

Andrea felt it, that tingling. The same feeling she got anytime her boyfriend began to touch her there. It felt good to be touched there and she bit her lip and squeezed her thighs again, tightly, almost making his hand unable to move effectively.

He leaned in again. “Relax, just let me touch it. Just for a few minutes. Then if you want me to..i’ll stop.” he said quietly and returned to shoveling pieces of food into his mouth, yelling across the table to the twins who were throwing food on the floor as my mother returned with her new knife.

Andrea debated for a second, and then untensed her legs and spread them slightly. She looked at him. “one minute” she mouthed. She couldn’t believe she was negotiating the rights to her vagina with her own father at the dinner table.

He pulled on her thigh, spreading her legs further, and slipped his hand over her panties once more, and began to rub her exactly where he knew he had to, to make her want it.

Andrea felt herself turn red and her pussy began give way to his hand, she could feel the wetness start to take over.

“You going to eat your steak?” her father asked her , in a voice as calm as if his hand wasn’t pressed against her panties, soaking them as he pressed his finger into her slit and soaked up her juice with her panties.

“Yea…yea…just…, she grabbed a fork full of potatoes and shoved them into her mouth as she felt her father push her panties aside with his finger and slip it between her slit.  She almost choked.

“You okay sweetie?” her mom asked, hands on the table ready to rush over and save her.

Andrea nodded and coughed, then swallowed again. “I’m fine. just…swallowed the wrong way.”

“that’s what SHE said” her brother Brian said loudly and laughed to himself as my mother rolled her eyes, my dad slightly laughed, and my sister punched him in the arm and informed him of how gross he was.

Andrea didn’t know if she wouldve laughed, or  would’ve rolled her eyes, or what she would have done, had her  father’s finger not been dipping themselves into her  pussy. She could feel him curling his finger up inside of her. A minute had surely passed. HE pulled out his finger and went up to her clit and rubbed it softly. So softly, that she wanted to moan, She wanted to exhale her pleasure and let him know how good it felt. But she didnt, and she grabbed his hand and pushed it away and shut her  legs.

“The steak is delicious honey.” her father said across the table to her mother.

“thanks sweetie.” she said with a smile and sipped her water as she and Andrea both watched him lick his finger that was just buried inside Andrea. Andrea couldn’t believe him. Surely her mother had no idea where his finger just was, and she probably assumed he was licking off a smear of stake sauce. He sucked it dry.  

“So delicious.” he lowered his hand and rested it on Andreas lap, letting her know that was directed at her, even though her mother was the one who accepted the compliment.

“Good, im glad you like it, I actually went down to that butcher shop to get it this time. Clarice next door told me about it. Her husband loves the,,” Andreas father began to ignore his wife’s ramblings, and began to try to get back into the wet little panties.

Andrea fought him. Pushing his hand away, over and over. His hand gripped her hard on her thigh and he pulled her legs open. Andrea stopped fighting, for two reasons. She didn’t want anyone to notice the commotion under the table and…well…it felt good and she secretly wanted more.

She spread her legs wider than before, and he smiled to himself as she opened for him. Caving to his persistence.

Her father began to talk with her brother and sister about something to do with their midterms and andrea felt his finger circling her clit, Rubbing her gently. His pointer and ring finger spreading her lips apart as his middle finger flicked itself over her exposed clit. Andrea clutched her fork and knife,and then tried to keep eating. With all the noise at the table, with the twins screaming over each other, and her  father talking to my sister and brother, her mother in on their conversation. she felt herself moan just a little. under her breath as she  shoved a  piece of meat in her  mouth and began to chew. Gridning her teeth to keep from moaning anymore. She shoved another piece into her mouth , hoping a full mouth would keep her from moaning.

She prayed nobody asked her any questions, she prayed the smell of her sex dripping all over the dining room chair wouldn’t be noticed, she prayed that she could just shut her eyes and moan as loud as she wanted, because her father was aout ready to make her cum. And she’d never gotten to orgasm this fast. She wasn’t sure she could handle staying quiet through climax.

Her father felt her hips rolling slightly into his hand, and he slipped his middle finger from her clit, down into her soaking wet pussy. His dick ready to tear through his pants, because she was so incredibly wet. He’d never been so excited, or so turned on than now, finger fucking his little girl underneath the dining room table. Even all the times he’d fucked her mother in public when they were younger, or in a backseat in a drive in, this beat that, a million times over.  He knew she wanted to cum, he knew she was close. He shoved his fingers deeper inside her, as much as he could in this position, and then began to pump his fingers, barely pulling them out as he fucked her. Just pushing them inside of her, her pussy soaking his fingers , and he watched her face as sipped his water and slipped his fingers out and back up to her clit rubbing her into orgasm.

Andrea felt the wave begin and sat up straight and put one hand on the table the other gripping the side of her chair as she came. Her mouth shut, lips pressed together , her eyes shutting for a moment, and then open and looking around the table. Nobody noticing that her father’s fingers just made her cum at the dining room table. She exhaled quietly and the last wave of orgasm swept through her. Her eyes darting around the table, paranoid someone would suspect something.  Her father slipped his wet fingers from his daughters drenched cunt and went back to using both hands for his dinner.