This is the second of three parts in the "A Daughter's Lust" short series.
This is the father/daughter version of a set of the original "It Doesn't Count" series of three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. "It Doesn't Count" involves a brother and sister, "A Mother's Lust" involves a mother and son, "It Doesn't Matter" involves an older woman and her daughter's young ex-boyfriend, while "It Shouldn't Matter" involves a young woman and her younger sister's ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same.
-- The Author
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Amy stared at the ceiling, bothered by a strand of dust that had seemingly grown overnight in the corner of her bedroom. She'd have to get the broom out tomorrow.
She snapped back to what she was doing, or what she was supposed to be doing, with the sudden realization that she was so utterly bored by Matt that she thought about housekeeping as he fucked her. They'd only been dating for five weeks, and she was already that bored. He lay on her, and between her, and inside of her, thrusting away, while Amy stared at the ceiling noticing bothersome cobwebs.
Amy made a concerted effort to focus on Matt. She let her fingers trace the contours of his shoulder blades. She let her hands drift down to his ass, where she halfheartedly pulled him further inside her. She let her lips nibble on his ears and neck.
She quickly admitted to herself that this wasn't doing anything for her. She easily let herself do as she'd done for the past several weeks, almost since she and Matt had started sleeping together.
She thought about her father.
Amy closed her eyes, and instantly it was her father on top of her, and her father inside of her. Amy soon came alive, unconsciously stroking Matt's back and moving her own hips in time with his, helping him to find her own rhythm, and to penetrate her more deeply. A low moan escaped her lips. Her breathing quickened. In response, Matt quickened his thrusts as well, either for his own pleasure, or mistakenly thinking that he was having some effect on Amy.
Matt began to kiss her. Amy hated the way Matt kissed, and because of that she couldn't even pretend that it was her father kissing her. Daddy had to kiss better than Matt did, but she had no way of knowing, because she and Daddy had never kissed, at least not like that, not passionately. Her father had never given her anything more than a parental peck on the lips. She had to imagine what it would be like, but she couldn't with Matt's mouth on her own. It ruined the moment for her. She twisted her head to the side in frustration, seemingly in an act of uncontrolled passion, ripping her mouth away from his.
"Oh, baby," Amy whispered ambiguously. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me like only you can."
Matt redoubled his efforts as Amy pictured her daddy. She imagined that it was his breath panting on her neck, his chest crushing her breasts between them, and his ass cheeks withstanding the raking tear of her fingernails. Her screams became louder, matching the rhythms of her body's lust.
"Oh, baby, oh, yes, fuck me Da..."
Amy caught herself, she hoped in time.
"Deeper," she recovered. "Fuck me deeper, baby."
Matt began to groan. Amy wickedly heard her powerful father groaning in his place. She felt her father's strong hands suddenly tighten on her shoulders, using them for leverage to force himself more deeply inside of her. She felt her father's mouth open passionately against her neck, bathing it in hot, wet kisses. And she screamed with him as she came, soon after she felt his cock stiffen and surge inside of her, imagining that it was her darling, sweet, caring father ferociously pumping her full of cum.
She didn't trust many men. The few she'd had had always hurt her. The only man she could really trust was her father. He was always there for her. He had always, always helped her, even when he'd punished her. She could count on him all the time, no matter what. He was a man he could trust with anything, especially her body. She could take him into her so easily, without any fear or inhibitions.
In moments, her daddy had brought her to orgasm, just as he had many weeks ago. He'd done it then, and now, without once touching her, although at least that first time they'd been in the same room together. He'd then gone on to do it almost every time she'd been fucked by Matt. Her father had never laid a finger on her in all of her life, and yet he had given her more orgasms, and more powerful orgasms, than any other man, ever.
Amy stared at the ceiling, this time seeing absolutely nothing, but wishing she were somewhere else, anywhere else, with Daddy.
* * *
In the weeks after her father and Amy had pantomimed sleeping together, when Amy had made her daddy come simply by brushing his cock with her long hair, nothing more, Amy had gone on to create a twisted but harmless game out of teasing him. She flirted with him shamelessly. She dressed provocatively. She was constantly almost touching him, or almost kissing him, or almost hugging him, just as they had that night in bed together. She called him "lover" and "baby" and "honey", and any other sweetheart's pet name she could think of.
He grumbled about it occasionally, but at worst he took it well, and Amy knew that in fact he really liked it. He even seemed to get a little angry when she didn't play the game. Sometimes she did that, she just treated him like her father, to get him jealous. It made her feel warm to know he was jealous, and hungry enough for her attention to let her frustrate him so easily.
And he had stopped dating other women.
* * *
Don had Megan on her stomach beneath him. He propped himself up on his arms, staring at the curves of her smooth, round ass, as he slowly and patiently slipped his cock in and out of her tight, slippery cunt. He'd taken to bedding only young blonds lately, preferably straight haired, young blonds. By fucking them from behind, like this, with their faces in the pillow, he could easily imagine that his lovers were actually his daughter Amy.
He focused on the feel of Megan's cunt around his cock. In moments, all that existed were his stiff, engorged prick and the warm, moist feeling of the soft, enveloping, living walls of her cunt. Except it wasn't Megan's cunt Don felt, it was Amy's. Don would gently move his hips forward and back, trying to subtly increase the strength of the sensations along the length of his shaft. It felt best when he could push himself all the way in, so her hot cunt smothered his cock completely to the base, and he felt entirely consumed by her. He could hold himself there, enjoying the encompassing, drenching warmth, and enjoying the fantasy of both completely filling and being embraced by his daughter's delicious cunt.
It couldn't last, though. Don stayed calmly deep inside of her, but as the sensations grew less intense, Don had to pull himself slowly out, savoring the feeling of Megan's cunt as it tugged on the skin of his prick and the rim around the head of his prick. Once he'd withdrawn far enough, as far as he could stand, he'd reverse and teasingly ease his way back in, enjoying both the friction and the growing warmth as her cunt took his entire cock again, inch by satisfying inch.
Megan began to squeal in a breathy, high pitched voice.
"Faster, Don, faster, fuck me faster. Please, faster.".
Don ignored her for a long while, trying to lose himself in his dream of having his cock in his own daughter. He resented the intrusion Megan's pleas brought, the reminder in the sound of her voice that she wasn't Amy, she was just Megan.
Finally, when he knew there was no other way, Don completely changed his mood. He abruptly rammed himself into Megan as hard and deep as he could, as quickly as he could, so that her pleas soon changed to unintelligible screams as she clenched the pillow with her hands and wailed at the headboard.
It was easy enough then for Don to imagine that her wordless sounds were Amy's, and that his daughter was coming violently for him. Don hammered her that much harder in response to his thoughts, then tried as intently as he could not to come, to make it last, both for himself and for Amy.
He felt a pang of guilt as he fucked her, in imagining his daughter. He was supposed to protect her. She meant everything to him. There was no way he could ever do this with her. He wanted to, he'd never experienced anything as exciting as this. But she trusted him. He had another role to play. He was her father. She need him as a father.
But she was also a beautiful woman. She'd grown into something amazing before his eyes. She had a sex appeal that defied words, or thoughts, or feelings. It was embarrassing, but his lust for her overwhelmed everything else. Added to his love for her, it was irresistible.
Don once again imagined that it was Amy's sweet little ass beneath him. He imagined that the squeals he heard were Amy's, loving every moment of every inch of cock that he was giving her.
Eventually, he couldn't hold back. He remembered the look on Amy's face as she had violently whipped her hair around above him, when pretending to straddle and ride him, with her fingers buried in her beautiful golden cunt as she pumped herself vigorously toward climax. He remembered the angelic smile she wore as she came for him. With that image in his mind, and Megan's screams changed to Amy's in his own ears, he lost control, pumping his lover full of cum, emptying himself into her with complete abandon, emptying himself in his mind into his loving baby daughter.
"Did you like that, beautiful?" he whispered into her ear as he lay on her, panting and sweating and recovering. "Did you like the way I fucked you?"
"Mm hm," Megan replied, wordlessly, and again Don could easily imagine it was Amy.
He rolled off of Megan onto his back, to stare at the ceiling as she maneuvered herself under his arm and onto his chest to snuggle. He kissed the top of her head, but held his breath as he did so, because her hair didn't smell at all like Amy's.
* * *
"Okay, here's the first one. Now don't be too critical, okay? If you don't like it, you can say so, but don't give me all the gory details about why it looks bad on me."
Don rolled his eyes. Of course he'd tell her she looked great in it, partly because she couldn't take hearing anything else, but mostly because she would look great in it. Don wasn't quite sure why she suddenly needed help in picking favorite outfits to wear for her new boyfriend, but watching Amy model clothes was probably way up there in his top ten list of things to do. She was, as he'd always proudly known, a knockout.
Amy stepped out of the short hallway wearing a sheer black baby doll, with high heels. It was more than sheer. It was almost like wearing nothing. It was open up the middle, too, tied only loosely at the bust by a single, narrow, white satin ribbon. The bare insides and undersides of her breasts were clearly visible, while the remaining outlines of her breasts and her nipples showed starkly through the fabric.
Don sat up straighter. She hadn't told him she was modeling lingerie. If he'd known he was'nt entirely sure that he would have agreed. He liked to think that he would have refused. For now, he stared.
