All characters in this story are 18 or above.
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Cherie awoke in a fit, panting in heated fervor. She felt like she was melting, but also like she needed to fight and run, but also like she was going to die.
Above all, she felt an alien sense of pleasure rolling through every vein in her body in waves, and it was coming from between her legs. Feebly, she lifted herself onto her elbows to look down at her body.
She was completely naked, her covers fully thrown off of her, and her dad was there. Cherie's eyes slowly adjusted with the help of the dim light from her bedroom window and saw that her dad was slowly maneuvering something stiff and large and long in and out of her, and that the waves of pleasure corresponded with his movements.
"Dad... Dad," Cherie moaned, her voice rising. "What... What's happening-- ahh!" Her legs squeezed tight and her belly rolled in a way she couldn't really explain.
"Happy 18th birthday, baby." He slowed down, but didn't stop his movements. "It just turned midnight, which means you're 18 now, and I'm giving you the priceless gift of the perfect experience of losing your virginity. It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked, worry creasing his brow.
"N-no," Cherie panted. "It.. It feels good, but... You're my dad. We're not supposed to be doing this."
"Oh, sweetheart. Any father would do this for the daughter he loves. Would you rather get fucked by some rude, dirty teenage boy who cares nothing for you and would hurt you and leave you bleeding?" His thrusting got harder until he was hitting into her cervix, and her moaning turned into screams of pain.
"No! No! Please, stop, that hurts! I don't want that!" Cherie squirmed and tried to push his large hands away with her slender ones. It didn't have much effect on him, but he slowed down and started twisting the dildo, which made her start moaning again.
"I didn't think so. Remember, that's what other boys will do to you. Then they'll just talk about what a slut you are and brag about how they stole your virginity. Your dad would never," he said, brushing the skin of her inner thigh with his free hand, making her shiver.
"The hard part is done with," he continued, never stopping fucking her with the dildo. "I slowly stretched out your hymen with my finger and some lube and worked up to bigger dildos in your sleep, so you won't even feel the pain of your hymen breaking, which most girls do. And this dildo isn't even as big as I am, my dear." He held up the multiple tiny dildos he must have used on her earlier while she was asleep.
Then, he slowly pulled out the one he had inside of her, and she gasped at the sensation. He held it out towards her, and she could see it wasn't as thick as she had thought: only as thick as two of her fingers, which were very skinny--for Cherie was a petite girl--and just about as long, which wasn't long at all. Her dad's fingers were much thicker and longer than hers were. She felt suddenly empty from its absence and wondered what it would feel like if her dad's fingers were inside her instead. Her whole body heated up from the strange thought.
"What is it, what are you thinking about, Cherie?"
She shook her head. "Nothing, Dad."
"No secrets between us, remember?"
Cherie bit her lip. "It's really nothing, Dad."
"Come on, baby, you know you can't hide anything from me." He grinned and used a finger to pet the moist lining of her pussy. Cherie tensed and squealed. "I know it's something dirty, because it's got you all wet right here."
"Wh-what does that have anything to do with it?!" Cherie stammered.
"This wetness right here?" He slowly caressed the whole of her pussy with three fingers, careful not to touch her clit or to put any into her still-tight hole. He held his fingers up into the moonlight so she could see the glistening tendrils. "It means you like what I'm doing to your young virgin hole, and it wants more. You've probably never been this wet your whole life, have you?"
"No, Dad," Cherie admitted, blushing. There was one boy that she kind of liked who had stolen a kiss from her once, but he had never made Cherie feel the way her dad was making her feel right now.
"That means you're wet for me. Say you're wet for your daddy."
"I'm wet for you, Daddy," she repeated obediently.
"My daughter is such a good girl." He finally grazed over her clit, making her thrash under his fingers. "Yeah, that feels good, huh? Daddy's gonna make his little girl feel so good."
Cherie didn't know why he was talking like that, since she was 18, and he hadn't talked to her like that since she was probably 13 or so, but his baby talk made her feel like she was little all over again and gave her a thrill. She shuddered and tightened her thighs around his fingers again. Her bucking made her sit up, and she came face-to-face with her father. He smiled and removed his fingers from her drenched pussy.
"Are you coming hard from Daddy's touch, little girl?"
"Maybe too hard," Cherie panted.
"Well, now that you're awake, let me show you what else adults do to make each other feel good." He sat on her bed and patted his lap. "Come sit on Daddy's lap."
Cherie was still weak from her orgasms, so he helped sit her naked body on his lap, her slender legs wrapped around his waist, and her pert nipples pressed to his chest. One of his arms was securely around her waist, his hand pressed to the curvature just above her plump ass. Her dark curls tumbled down her back and framed her flushed cheeks.
"You are so, so beautiful, baby," her dad told her, sweeping some hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered at her ear and he massaged them softly with warm fingers. Cherie whimpered at the touch, staring heatedly into her father's eyes with brown doe eyes. His cock strained at his pants, and Cherie could feel the hard bulge press into her spread pussy lips.
"That's called an erogenous zone," her dad explained to her as she leaned into his touch. "You have a bunch of them. Like here...."
He trailed his finger down from her ear to the tender skin of her neck. "And here..." He tickled the back of her neck before coming around to the front and firmly grabbing her there making her gasp before he cut off her airway. He let her squirm for a bit, spreading her wetness all over the tent of his pants before he finally let her go and continued his way down her chest.
"And here....." He rubbed and massaged all of her chest before finally cupping a small breast in one hand. He brushed his thumb over the soft nipple, and Cherie squealed, bouncing and grinding on his cock. He kept rubbing softly until the nipple stiffened, then he started pinching gently.
"Daddy, fucking please!" Cherie screamed, throwing her head back. His hand at her back prevented her from falling, and he continued to roll her nipple between his fingers and massage her breast. Cherie continued to squirm in pleasurable agony, and the front of her father's pants were completely soaked now, through past his boxers, and he could feel the dampness of his daughter's arousal against the sensitive head of his cock.
"Not yet, my sweet little girl. There are so many other places on your nubile body to touch."
He trailed his fingers from her breasts along her ribcage and back to her shoulder blades. With his nails, he firmly raked a path down her spine, making her squeal and press her hot, naked body flush against his chest.
When he reached the firm curvature of her ass, he raised his hand and slapped it-- brought it up and slapped it again, the palm of his hand relishing the tight springiness of her flesh.
"Ouch! Dad, that stings," Cherie whined, her hands flailing to protect her ass from his swings. But he was relentless, and he slapped her ass again and again. Eventually, Cherie stopped fighting and wrapped her arms around his neck and jutted her little ass out in anticipation of the next hit.
"You love this," her dad growled, grabbing the tender red flesh and giving it a jiggle. He used both hands to grab the bottoms of her thighs and flung her onto the bed.
"Ah!" Cherie winced and landed on her back, her legs splayed wide open. Her father tore off his clothes, peeling off his shirt, pants, and boxers, before pouncing naked atop his daughter.
He framed his arms around her face and lowered his hips against hers so that his hard cock was rigid against his daughter's soft pussy lips. He rocked from side to side to slather his dick with her pussy juices.
"You probably haven't been kissed properly, either." He looked down into Cherie's face from his vantage point. Her dark tresses were perfectly ruffled from his manhandling, and her cheeks flush with desire. Her brows were slightly pinched in a soft frown, and her big, dark doe eyes were fixated on her dad's lips. Her own were slightly parted as she panted and moaned as she felt her dad rubbing up against her clit. "Stay just like that, baby, and Daddy will show you how it's done."
He pressed his lips against hers, and Cherie obediently stayed still, except for the heaving of her chest. He pulled away slightly before pressing his lips to hers again and again, feeling the soft give of her skin against his.
He parted his lips and molded them to different parts of hers, so that she could feel the varying sensations. He slipped some tongue, and she opened her mouth to accept it.
Cherie's kiss with the teenage boy had been awkward and intrusive. Her dad's kiss was soft and sensual just... sensational. It was like a dance; he was a great lead, and it felt natural to open her lips here, suck there, lick here...
He nibbled at her bottom lip then ran his tongue along it. When Cherie opened her mouth, he pressed his tongue against hers and they intertwined, tasting each other. He then guided her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it.
Cherie gasped and turned away from the overstimulation. Her head was swimming from the sensations on her lips, above and below...
Her father remained unfazed, and he trailed soft, wet kisses along her jaw and to her neck, where he sucked more firmly and left a hickey. He left more kisses and marks on her chest, breasts, stomach, and inner thighs.
