Tags: somnophilia, daddy/daughter, incest, non-con, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, impregnation
WARNING: Non-con, aka drunk daughter
For every father there is that inevitable moment when you realize your little darling angel has lost her wings. In Stephenâs case, this happens tonight. Right now. His teen daughter has just come home. Or to be more exact, has been dumped on his doorstep. Sheâs been out partying with her friends, who he guesses have been the ones bringing her here and ringing the bell before they dashed, too scared to face him.
âI canât believe thisâ, his wife says, looking at the passed out girl, just as shocked as he is. âSheâs always been such a clever girl. I never would have suspectedâŚâ
âYeahâ, Stephen interrupts her, still having a hard time processing this image of his fallen angel.
âIâll carry her upstairs.â
The strong scent of liquor fills his nose when he lifts her on his arms, mixed with the scent of smoke and her.
âPlease be careful. And undress her, will you. I need a cigarette.â
âYou quit 2 years ago, darling.â
âAnd now I start.â
His wife leaves, shook to the core, so Stephens does as he said and carries his daughter to her bedroom. Anger and disappoinment are making his grip tight and his steps fast. Some hustling with the damned door â which he sort of kicks open in the end â then heâs in her room, kicking the door shut again, not bothering to be silent. Itâs obvious she wonât wake up tonight. Which makes the next task oh so more difficult and bothersome.
Stephen sits her down on the bed, struggling to keep her limp body uright as he pulls off her jacket. As soon as he manages he lets go of her, her body falling back on the mattress, bouncing. It would have been funny if he wasnât so angry. He kneels down in front of her and pulls off her high heels. The naked foot is hot in his hand, the skin soft and sweaty, some red spots on the delicate, pale skin. Being the caring father he is he forgets that heâs angry and gently strokes the bruises. Then he does the same to the other. He sighs.
âI knew this was a mistake. I knew your friends would seduce you to drink. But no, your mum said youâre old enough, youâre cleverer than thatâŚand now here we are.â
He keeps rambling like this as he pushes up her top, his eyes catching sight of the creamy skin of her belly and her cute little belly button, which he has kissed millions of times when she was a baby. A sweet, happy, innocent girl. Not this stinking drunkâŚwoman, he thinks when he pushes the red top over her breasts, uncovering a turquoise push-up bra. Her favorite color. He spots a little mole on top of her small but brimming right mound. Thatâs new. He hasnât seen that before. Without thinking he reaches out and rubs over the dark spot with his thumb. The warm, soft skin makes him do it again. And a third time. Then he clears his throat and averts his eyes, refocusing on the job.
âUp we go!â
He pulls at her arms and sheâs up again, her face resting on his shoulder as he fumbles her arms through the straps of her shirt and bra. Biting his bottom lip he pulls the shirt off his sleeping daughter. Then he opens her bra with one hand. He pulls that off, too. Not looking, of course. Instead he lays her back on the bed â more gently now â and gets up to look for her nighty.
He tells himself he doesnât look at the perky teen tits with its almost pink little nipples when he pulls her arms up so he can redress her. He pretends to not notice the silken texture of said nipples when he accidentally grazes one of them with his knuckle as he pulls the shirt down. Yet he feels warmer than before as he opens the bottom of her too tight black jeans. How did she even get in there, he wonders and gets to stand over her, her legs between his, and pulls roughly. The fabric obeys and shifts over her full assâŚtaking the panties with them. Paul is met with the full sight of his daughterâs vulva. Her waxed vulva, that is. The beginning of the slit staring back at him, whispering of velvety, puffy lips. As he stares, his mouth fills with water. Her scent has reached his nose, doing its job. Stephenâs swallows down his spit as he guiltily averts his eyes and pulls the jeans down to her ankles, the panties freeing themselves on her knees.
Once again Stephen is pretending. Desperately pretending that his cock is not swelling in his grey sweat pants. He tries to not see the bulge growing as he pulls the blasted jeans off his daughter and tosses it away. He also doesnât try to look at that - admittedly â beautiful little slit again as he pulls the silken turquoise panties up her creamy thighs.
âJesus.â
Obviously, he failed. Due to his kneeling position he has excellent view. The panties wander down again. Stephen swallows hard â and spreads his daughterâs legs.
This. This is without a doubt the most beautiful pussy he has ever seen. Those lips, good lord, theyâre perfection. Pink and puffy, the slit itself small, hiding the inner lips and the clit completely. Even if heâŚyeah, even if he spreads the legs some more.
âYouâll make a man very happy one day, babyâŚâ he canât help but say, his own voice sounding strange to him.
âThat is, if you learn to behave yourselfâŚsuch a naughty, naughty girl you are. Your mom and I are so disappointed in you.â
While he speaks, his hands wander up and down her thighs. Without noticing he leans further and futher down, his fingers wandering up the insides of her thighs. His heart is drumming against his chest. His eyes dart to her face, then behind him to the door â still closed â and back to the slit.
Chewing at the inside of his cheek, he watches his fingertips sliding higher and higher, right to the top of the thighs, into the dipâŚ
Stephen canât help it. He pulls. Opens his daughterâs pussy up like a flower. His mouth runs dry.
Inner lips like rose petals. A prominent clit, begging for attention. And a tight, tight hole.
Before he knows, his fingertip is in it. He grunts against his tightly shut mouth as he pushes the digit in all the way. God, sheâs tight. He can hardly move. And yet he does, in and out, in and out. All the way in. Staying there. Checking if sheâs still sleeping. If the doorâs still closed.
âGod, babyâŚyou naughty girlâŚletting your dad do thisâŚlet him finger you like thisâŚâ
Stephenâs blood is boiling. He feels light headed. Most of his blood is pumping through his cock. It bounces when he roughly pulls down his sweatpants, freeing the damned thing and taking it into his free hand, pressing it hard in a weak attempt to get it down. While his other finger is still inside his daughter, rubbing her walls, exploring her cave like he has any right to do so. Which he doesnât. He knows that. Yet, he canât blame anyone but her for this terrible turn of events.
âYouâre the one who got drunkâ, he whispers sternly, pushing his finger in and out of his daughter.
âYouâre the irresponsible oneâŚpassed outâŚnot stopping your dad from stuffing your slit with his fingerâŚâ
He grunts and bites into her knee.
Wetness.
On the tip of his finger. He watches it fucking her hole, panting hotly against her flesh. His face is too close, he knows that. He knows very well what heâs doing.
The thing is, thoughâŚsheâs getting wet.
So, so wet.
Soon, her little pussy is smacking happily. Loudly. His finger is slick and covered in her juice. He pulls it out and pushes it into his mouth, sucking hard. The taste explodes on his tongue. Heâs a lost man from here. Heâs a pussy eater. His record is four hours straight, licking the pussy this pussy came out of. Fuck, this thought is so hot.
Almost hastily now he straightens to get her in position, throws her pale thighs over his shoulders and pulls his meal right in front of him.
âYouâre a very bad girl, making me do thisâ, he pants. And then he buries his face in his daughterâs pussy. He devours her with long strokes with the flat of his tongue, spreading his spit all over that beautiful slit, sucking first on her outer lips, then on her inner. As her juices flow, so does his saliva. Heâs not holding back, soils the pink flesh with it before he licks and sucks it off again, Stephenâs eyes dart up when his lips clamp around her clit and start sucking, the sight of his sleeping girlâs face only fueling his arousal. She has no clue what heâs doing. Her body is all his.
The cock between his legs bobs excitedly.
Stephen pushes her nighty over her breasts and cups them, squeezing firmly and twisting her nipples. If sheâs anything like her mother, this should-
Ah, there.
With a maniac snicker does suck the juices out of her convulsing hole. Hmmm, his daughter has a lot to give.
Stephen doesnât give her body rest. He thrusts his tongue into that clenching hole and twists her nipples, rubbing her clit with his nose. He groans when she comes again almost instantly.
âOh, you dirty girlâ, he grunts into her flesh, rubbing his face through that delicious slit. âBegging me to fuck you, to put my cock into that heavenly wet slit.
His entire body is trembling as he stands up and rips off his clothes. He needs to be naked for this.
âIf your mom wasnât there Iâd fuck you all night long, dirty girl.â
He climbs on top of her, licking her body here and there, sucking on each, now red nipple, before he  licks her lips.
âMy drunk little whore. With that needy wet pussy.â
Speaking of which, he looks down and grabs his throbbing meat, guides it to the hot wet hole and pushes into it.
âFuck, youâre so tight. Youâre not a virgin, are you?â
The thought makes him even hornier.
âLetâs see, shall we?â
With a rough, mattress squeaking thrust, he slams his dick into that tight cunt. A hot shiver runs up his spine, the weight of this moment settling on his mind and soul. No shame. Just pure, incestuous lust for the girl he made. He kisses her forehead and her lips, then he looks down as he pulls out.
âNope, not a virgin. Such a dirty, dirty girl.â
He pushes back into the wet heat of his daughter, closing his eyes. He loses himself almost instantly, forgetting everything around him, moaning and grunting as he fucks his unconscious child as he pleases, fast and slow, always deep. Every inch he can reach he either licks, bites or sucks into his mouth. Her nipples are raw by the time he lets them plop out of his mouth, the red so pretty on top of her pale little mounds.
And he kisses her. A lot. With his full weight on her, his hips pushing his cock into her tight hole, he opens her mouth and licks her tongue with devlish pleasure. Itâs wonderful. So is looking into her serene face when he pushes in all the way.
âIâm almost there, baby. In a few minutes Iâll fill up your hungry little womb with my daddy sperm, maybe give you a child of your ownâŚwould you like that, baby? Would you like to carry your daddyâs baby?â
He grunts at the thought of her belly swollen with his child and buries his face in her neck, grabbing her hair and thrusting into his favorite girl as hard and fast as he needs to go. Not long and she comes again, milking him hard. With pure bliss on his face Stephen lets go, shooting his load into that thirsty womb.
âThere you goâ, he pants when heâs back from incest heaven and lifts his head, looking down at her.
âI wonât clean you. I want my cum swirling around inside you all night. I want you to feel it stick to your lips in the morning. My sweet, naughty girl.â
He kisses her all over, taking her nighty with him as he wanders down, pulling it over his head when he buries his face in her cunt one last time, stuffing his cum into her cunt, using his tongue. Her heat and her smell drive him insane. Fucking gorgeous, this pussy.
Just when he thinks he might go again, after all, his wife calls up the stairs. He shouts back that heâll be right down, in between kissing this perfect pussy. One more minute does he dare, then he forces himself to get up, pull up her panties and put her under the covers.
âSleep tight, baby girl. Dream of me.â