I woke early, the next morning. Early, at least for me, on a Saturday. I never qualified myself as a “Morning Person”. I usually hate mornings, and find the terms “good” and “morning” as mutually exclusive. But this morning I felt great. I felt alive. I hadn’t slept that well in a long time. A very deep, very restful sleep had overtaken me last night, right after…. NO, I didn’t…. it must have been a dream. Except… Who was I snuggled up with? I knew I hadn’t gone anywhere last night, so there’s no chance I could have picked somebody up at the pub. Then, I realized that there was another someone behind me, too, another warm soft body with her arms wrapped around me.
It was real. I didn’t want to move, even to open my eyes; I was too scared to think about who I’d shared so much intimacy with last night. It was wrong, but it felt so great. The one person who I’d devoted my whole life to, the person who I loved more than life itself, had given me her most valuable possession…her heart.
My heart started racing with the implications. Incest is illegal, and if anyone found out, I could go to prison for quite a while, but it wasn’t really me who had initiated this whole thing. What would a Judge think about a daughter seducing her father? Of course, I didn’t argue very much about what had happened, either. It was the best sex I’d had in a lot of years. I could be in a world of hurt if anyone found out.
I had been far from celibate, but having a teenager in the next room, usually meant that things were pretty subdued. Making it worse was the fact that not many women were too interested in a man who already had one girl in his life, even if that girl was his daughter.
But all that had changed last night. The little girl, who yesterday, was my teenaged daughter, is now my lover, too. It was bizarre to imagine, but the girl I’d helped conceive almost 20 years ago, was probably the best fuck of my life.
Last night had been one of the most sensual nights of my life, and the two beautiful girls who were now wrapped around me, were two of the people I cared for most in the whole world. I realized that I was becoming aroused once again. I felt something move around my cock. I realized that there was a hand around it, and that hand had moved….gripped it, gently massaging.
I opened my eyes and realized that my arms were wrapped around Karen, who’s back was snuggled to my chest. My cock was almost between her legs with a hand around it, which could not be my daughter’s. It had to be Chrissy’s. I slid my hand down to touch hers, and caressed it. I felt an arm underneath me move to squeeze me tighter. She was awake. A slight moan behind me, and a slight grinding of her hips, told me she was also feeling aroused.
I slowly pulled my arm from under Karen, and turned to Chrissy. She gazed into my eyes with a look of desire. I moved to her and kissed her deeply, as she took one of my hands and led it to her aroused centre of desire. Warm and wet, she groaned as my finger slid along her slit, and she pushed forward to my touch.
She moved quietly over me, and she slid on top, slowly rubbing along my torso. A warm slick line down my belly marked her hunger. She slid lower till she reached my manhood. I felt her warmth slide against me as she moved over me and started to engulf my now hard rod.
She was almost grunting as she tried to fit my pole inside herself. I was fascinated by her attempts to skewer herself. She seemed so fragile, yet so determined to take my cock. Her pussy stretched to allow the head to penetrate her, but she was too tight to take much more with her own strength. She was kneeling above me, with only the first 2 inches of my cock inside her, and she was starting to cry with frustration and desire.
She tried to move up and push herself down, but she was too small to put much weight behind her attempts. She hooked her legs under mine, and pulled, but this contracted the muscles in her pussy, and the harder she pulled, the tighter her pussy gripped me. She grabbed my cock by the shaft and pulled, but it was too slick and her hands slipped. She lay down on top of me and started to sob.
“I c-c-c-c can’t m-m-m-make it go…” She started to cry.
I wrapped my arms around her, and caressed her, lovingly. When she looked up at me, I kissed her tears away. I could feel her pussy squeezing tight. I hugged her tight, and she hugged me back. I started to move, and she instinctively held tighter. Slowly I rolled us over, so she was on her back under me, and she started to smile as she realized that she WAS going to lose her cherry, like she wanted to.
“P-p-p-please….” She whispered to me. It was all she needed to say.
I raised myself with my hands, and she clung tight to me, her pussy stretched open as her legs wrapped around me. I pushed a little, and felt movement.
Her back arched, and she gasped.
I pushed again. Another gasp, with a little crying sound as she tried to push back.
Little by little, I pushed into her. Each thrust sinking deeper, each thrust bringing more sounds of pain and joy. Her body was trying harder and harder to pull me deeper. She lay there, sweating and grunting with the effort, almost crying with her need.