My daughter Angela's red hairs were splayed like fiery ribbons on the white sheet as I slammed my cock inside her tight pussy. Beside her my wife slept soundly thanks to the sleeping meds she took every night.
'Baby, you look so beautiful,' I complimented her breathlessly as I pulled out my cock, the tip just barely inside.
Angela desperately grabbed at my ass. 'Not yet, Daddy; please don't pull out!' she pleaded. 'I want to feel you shooting your cum inside me!'
'I was going to, baby,' I informed her as I leaned down for a kiss. As our lips met, Angela kissed me with the desperation of a mad woman. She pried my lips open and stuck her tongue inside. But far from making it into just another frantic kiss; she languidly massaged my tongue before letting me massage hers... Drinking in the sweet yet faint scent of hers...
I should've known, my daughter was anything but inexperienced.
I drew back, grabbing her underneath the thighs, and preparing myself to shove in and out of her as hard and as fast as possible.
Angela's hands with their long, elegant fingers and equally elegant red nails grabbed and pinched at her nipples. Her massive 34DD's were one of her best assets. She moaned and bit her red, red lips to keep herself quiet at the feel of my sliding prick.
'Oh baby, you don't need to hide your fuck cries,' I reassured her as I pounded inside her. 'You know your Mom won't wake up no matter how much you cried.'
Angela stopped for a second to look at her snoring mother as I kept on jacking my cock in and out of her. 'That's right,' she said in a suddenly harsh tone. 'That bitch can sure sleep like a pig,' she slapped her mothers hand hard to show her disapproval of the woman. That woman didn't even bother to stir, even slightly, and continued snoring loudly; clearly the meds were doing their job.
I smiled and slammed my cock back inside my daughters heavenly cunt, making sure the veins rubbed coarsely along her pussy walls.
She threw her head back and moaned. 'Oh Daddy, why does you cock feel so good?'
''Cause I'm your father, baby,' I informed her. 'And, only a father knows what's best for his daughter!'
Angela squealed. 'You're so right, Daddy. Now, would you please ram your prick back inside me again?' she pouted like a little girl.
'With pleasure, baby,' I smiled.
Angela rested both her hands on either side so that as I pounded into her, her enormous melons jiggled in tune to my rhythm.
'Oh god, yes,' she screamed as loud as she could. 'Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuuuuccccccck meeeeeee!' she screamed so loud I was sure the entire neighbor heard. Indeed, the dog next door started barking...
But still, my bitch wife remained fast asleep.
I was shoving my 7 inch pecker in and out of my sweet princess so much that my hips we just a blur. Her pussy juices had coated my balls and inner thighs nicely and I was sure my pre-cum had lubricated her just as well. That got me thinking...
'Baby, you're not on the pill are you?' I asked, still keeping my brutal fuck rhythm.
Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, clearly enjoying the battering that I was dishing out to her. 'Wha --?' she asked, confused as she opened her eyes; her voice was really jerky as her tiny body was shaking from the force my huge, muscular bulk provided.
It felt wonderful as I pounded inside her. Before I would've never thought possible that such a petite frame could take so much battering. I was over 6 feet tall and she was below the average height for women.
'Oh, of course not!' she clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes. 'Ha, as if! I want you to pour your seed inside me Daddy, and make me pregnant so that I can show that, that bitch,' she spat; she was having trouble calling her "mother". 'That you're my baby-daddy, Daddy!' she grinned sweetly from ear to ear.
Love filled my heart and I swooped down for another kiss; dutifully shooting my load inside my sexy daughter. Angela moaned as the fresh dump coated her pussy walls, washing over her fertile, teenage womb...
Beside our naked, tangled, hot father-daughter bodies, my wife, the mother of my child, slept soundly; oblivious to the going ons around her. Not knowing that her husband was knocking up their own flesh and blood daughter on purpose right on their marriage bed...
To say that my wife was not very popular in this household would be an understatement. She was a lousy mother and an equally abysmal wife. When my daughter was young, not a day went by when her mother didn't hit her. Angela had to wear long sleeves to school just to hide all the cuts and bruises her mother gave her. To this day, not a moment goes by when my wife doesn't disapprove of her.
My daughter was an excellent athlete at school. Every time she participated in a swimming competition, it was I who was always there, cheering her on. Her mother, as usual, had missed it because she was too busy shopping for clothes, or chatting with her friends.
As a wife she was equally horrible. She would regularly demean me in front our friends over for barbeque. I was the sole breadwinner and even though I gave her a healthy allowance, she would always want more to feed her shoe addiction. At one point it got so bad that all our utility supplies were cut off because she hadn't been paying them for 8 months, splurging them on her friends instead. Even though I had urged her repeatedly to get a job, she would refuse, always citing some incoherent excuses. The only thing that prevented her from hitting me was my sheer size. Not that she didn't try...
At one point she got so angry because I refused to pay her the allowance for the month following the utility bill incident, she hit me squarely in the back of the head with her $300 shoe; the whole pair cost $600. I turned my muscular bulk at her and gave her a look that clearly meant "back off, or else".
She sulked at a corner after that for one whole hour and I ignored her. And that was the end of that. She never tried to hit me again, but she did, however, took it all out on our sweet daughter. Things got so bad that Angela had to stay in her friend's house for one whole week before I went to fetch her.
My wife was a lousy fuck as well. Having spent all her passions on Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo's, she had little left to spend on fucking. I would consider myself lucky if I got even one night of 10 minutes screw per week. She was always a "non participator". She would lie down like a dead fish as the deed was done. It was so humiliating that I stopped trying long ago...
Until one day my sweet, perky daughter of 5'3 came to my room with her equally perky but large titties.
I was busy jerking off to the porn playing on our bedroom TV. As usual, my wife was knocked off on sleeping pills and generally happy that she didn't have to participate in the deed.
There stood my daughter, near the door; her wavy red hair, so much like her mothers, loose behind her. She was only wearing a fishnet top like a whore with all her assets for everyone to see, and the shortest of short shorts on her legs. Her one hip was jutting out while her hand was on the other; the bright red nails looking marvelous along the paleness of her skin and the blackness of her fishnet. Her equally bright lips were curved into a come hither smile.
'I heard the moaning inside the TV, Daddy; and I heard the sound of you trying to get off,' she pointed at my uncovered crotch.
My jaw dropped, and I quickly fumbled for a pillow, trying to hide my erection. 'Baby,' I said breathless and embarrassed. 'What are you doing here? Its way past your bed time,' I foolishly looked at the clock. 'Today's a school night, shouldn't you be --' but whatever I meant to say, stopped dead in my throat as my daughter stalked seductively towards me, slightly shaking her hips. I was mesmerized by the gently sway of her huge knockers. Her nipples were pink and erect against the cheap fishnet.
'Daddy, you don't have to worry about me,' she said as she clambered on the bed. Her mother's body rocked slightly at the displacement of the mattress, but still she didn't awake. Angela gently pried the pillow from my hand and threw it on her mothers face.
I quickly removed it incase she suffocated.
It seems in the momentary time I was distracted, my daughter had placed herself so that she was standing above me right on the bed; her each feet on either side of me. My cock was still hard and pointing straight at her snatch; the veins in them jutting out angrily. A single pearl drop pre-cum oozing out.
Angela momentarily swallowed at the sight of my ripe manhood underneath her.
I too was in for a little surprise. The short shorts she was wearing was crotchless, so that the place where was pussy was had no fabric. I got a brief glimpse of her trimmed red bush glistening on the light before she lowered it straight into her father's waiting prick. I threw my head back, rolling my eyes at the back of my head as my cock was engulfed by a warm, wet and squishy pussy.
Angela placed her hands on my shoulders before adjusting the angle of her tender snatch. She wiggled her plump ass a fair few times before slowly walking her cunt down my pole. Her trail of slime completely engulfed me a second before her pussy did. As she bottomed out, she sat still for a crucial few seconds, my balls resting like cushions underneath her ass. I blew my load then and there, straight inside my daughter's unprotected cunt!
I was so embarrassed, I almost pushed her off.
'Daddy, no,' my daughter said pleadingly, sweetly kissing the sides of my embarrassed, hot cheeks.
I was almost in tears. I didn't know what to say. 'Baby, what am I doing? Or for that matter, what are you doing?'
'Loving you, Daddy,' she said quietly, tenderly. 'Loving you the way that woman,' she spat, 'was supposed to love you. There's nothing wrong in that.'
'Baby, no,' I tried to push her off again, but she held on for dear life.
'I won't let go, Daddy,' she said stubbornly. 'I love you,' she insisted, searching my eyes.
I was too embarrassed to even look at her.
She tenderly cupped my cheeks in her hands before tilting my head up to meet her smiling, amber eyes, so much like my own. 'I love you, Daddy, but not in a way a daughter loves her father,' she lifted herself half off of my limp dick, and gently brushed a few strands of brown hair away from my eyes. 'But in a way a woman loves a man.'
