To Boldly Go No Cum Has Gone Before

Carly felt...hungry. She didn't know for what...not exactly...she just knew that she needed...something. The nutrients our bodies need aren't always found in grocery stores. Some nutrients come from other places, and Carly's body felt...undernourished.

She was not supposed to open up her daddy's laptop, but her curiosity got the better of her. There is an old saying that goes, "Be careful what you ask for, because you might get it." In Carly's case, she discovered exactly what it was she craved in videos on her daddy's computer, and she was shocked when she saw those disgusting...abhorrent...beautiful!...pictures of daughters...and their daddies! Because...it was wrong!. She felt shock...and then...something else, too...some achy hunger deep in her tummy. What those girls were doing...it was so wrong! But, dear god! It was...beautiful! She prided herself on being a good girl...and good girls don't think about...or do...certain things. But when her body is burning with need, a girl's hormones are not concerned with right or wrong. They want what they want...and Carly's wanted something very specific.

Even as she felt ashamed for doing it, her newly awakened yearning compelled her to secretly start visiting porn sites about daughters and their daddies...and as she watched the girls sucking and swallowing, she felt a jolt as she saw for herself what was missing from her diet. She watched, frozen with unacceptable, overpowering desire, as girls sucked their fathers' cocks and eagerly swallowed their cum...huge jets of sperm from men who often looked like her own daddy!

She remembered the videos on her daddy's laptop...and she wondered. Was this what her daddy wanted a girl to for...for him? He didn't have anyone now that her mommy had left, and she could see how lonely he was. Lonely...but something else, too. Maybe he was feeling some deep unfulfilled need, just like she was? The strange hunger that had hollowed her out the first time she watched her daddy's videos gnawed ever more strongly at her insides as she watched the girls gulping down their daddies' cum. She told herself again and again to stop watching...to stop thinking about...that...but she couldn't stop.

Maybe it was because of the power of the yearning she was trying so hard to deny, even as she came back to it again and again...but the dream that began haunting her had begun soon after her finding her daddy's videos. Maybe the long, hard shaft she couldn't yet admit to herself that she longed for when she thought about her daddy...maybe that special part of her daddy had heard her and felt her suppressed desire filling the house. Maybe it had awakened to its own need. Maybe, as it had lengthened and hardened for her, it had begun calling to her in her dreams.

Like Carly, her daddy had tried to suppress his own secret fantasy, but like many men, his mind often wasn't very good at controlling certain other parts of him. Regardless of her daddy's struggle to be a "good" dad, perhaps that single-minded part of him down there wanted something it was not supposed to want. Maybe it could not resist reaching out...calling to the one it desired in a voice sweet and seductive.

That thrilling voice slipped into Carly's subconscious, had started murmuring to her in her dreams, calling to her...tempting her...like a snake in a garden...whispering softly in the depths of her mind...never letting her forget the forbidden fruit that was as near as her daddy.

Carly would awaken in the middle of the night, shaking...her dream...the one that filled her visions every night now...still vivid in her mind...the searing image of her...on her knees...looking up at her daddy. "Oh, my god," she thought, "! how could I have such thoughts! I'm going to go to hell!"

Disbelief...shame...excitement... But it was too late. Those "disgusting" images had ignited a fire inside her that she had been unable to put out. Tears wet her pillow as she tried to will herself to stop lying there late at night, staring at her laptop on her dresser...as she tried to keep herself from getting up and going back online, watching those girls swallowing their daddies' gifts. Her tummy aching with emptiness, she wet her lips as she saw all those loving daughters gratefully sucking...and swallowing. But even if some nights she successfully overcame the urge to revisit the online world she both feared and obsessed about, dreams go where they will, and as she eventually drifted back into a troubled sleep...her body restless, agitated...the voice in the dream returned.

"Carly...you know you want me, Carly...and I want you..."

And each night, as the real world fell away and she floated back into the magical realm of the dream...she once again found herself where the dream always began...on her knees, kneeling before her daddy...unable to resist the desire...the need...the hypnotic voice calling to her...urging her...enticing her..."Look at me throbbing for you, Carly...take me...taste me..."

"NO!" Her dwindling waking mind tried weakly to stop her suppressed needs from taking over her dreams, but it quickly withered as she sank once again into the dream world where our subconscious comes out to play, and her hunger could not be denied.

Fighting the visions beginning to dance once again in her dream mind was useless. Night after night, they played on the stage of her dreamworld. "Carly...you need me...you want me! Don't fight it, Carly..." Her sleep world self, rising from the depths of her deepest subconscious, pushed her waking fears aside as it murmured, "...yes...oh...yesssss..."

In recent weeks, the dream had become even more powerful, more demanding, more urgent. The voice whispered to her, "Carly...your lips are so warm and welcoming. I'm hard and throbbing...for you..."

...and with her inhibitions left behind in the waking world, dream Carly answered softly, "Yes...yes...I...I need...I want...you..."

"Then reach out for me, Carly. I am yours if you truly want me,"...and in the dream, her daddy was there with her, and she reached toward the forbidden hardness beckoning her.

Aware in her dream only of the long, hard outline tenting the front of her daddy's briefs as she knelt worshipfully before him...Carly was jarringly snapped back into the cold, hard reality of morning as her alarm clock shattered the dream.

Lying in a fetal position, covered in perspiration, Carly moaned softly as fragments of the dream drifted away like fireflies vanishing into the mist. " Oh, god! What am I going to do!" She couldn't help blushing as she thought about how shameful what she had been imagining was. "I'm not a bad girl! I'm not!"...but...what she was dreaming of was so...wrong! "I...I...can't...I can't think such things!" But even as she tried to fight, she pressed her hands into her tummy and again she felt the anguish at being so empty...the yearning hunger inside her for her heart's secret desire...the gift from her daddy's erect...hard...throbbing dick. And the dream returned night after night.

Carly loved her daddy so much that it hurt sometimes. Since her mom had gone, he had been her protector, her everything. And like her father, she was a loner. Other girls hung with friends, but Carly kept herself to herself. She felt most alive when she was with her daddy.

Carly found that her feelings for her daddy had taken on a new dimension. Girls fantasize too, and with no boyfriends in sight, Carly both welcomed and felt ashamed of the deliciously naughty daydreams of her daddy...and her...but, of course, she knew such things could never really happen...so she felt both scandalized and "safe" in imagining the unthinkable.

But she had not considered what can happen when you ride the tiger...the dream that took her every night was becoming overwhelming. It was no longer just a naughty, thrilling pastime. It was becoming everything! So obscene...and so...beautiful!...and...and...oh, god! What was she going to do?! This couldn't be what she really wanted to do...could it? She remembered how the dream began each time...kneeling in submission, looking up at him...looking at the hardening, growing proof of his feelings for her just inches from her face...No! She just couldn't...want...that. Could she...?

Slowly, she threw back the covers and sighed as she sat up on the edge of her bed, staring dully at the patch of sunlight falling on the floor. She shivered in the cool air of her room...and then froze as she heard the voice echoing again in her mind, but this time while she was awake! "Carly...I want you, Carly..." She squeezed her eyes shut and rocked back and forth as she hugged herself. "No! No! No! You can't be in my mind! Not now! I'm not asleep! I'm awake! You can't! I'm...I'm..."

But the voice, stronger now, bolder, closer, whispered into her mind, "I'm not leaving you, Carly. I want you...and I know...you want me..."

She knew where the voice in her mind was coming from, as the image of her daddy's long, hard cock burned in her mind. "No!," she cried softly to the voice of her daddy's dick as it called to her inner desires. "I can't...I... can't..."

"Yes, Carly...you can. You know you want to. You know I'm getting hard for you. You know you want me..."

Desperately pushing the conflicting emotions inside her away, she stood quickly and wrapped her robe around her fluffy pink pajamas. "I can't listen to you! I won't!"

Suddenly, her father called up the stairs. "Get up, princess, I have breakfast ready." Eager to escape the voice that had now followed her into the waking world...to flee from the sudden overwhelming temptation to think about doing...that...with her daddy, she shook her head to try to chase the evil thought away. "No! I will not think that!" But even as she resisted, Carly was beginning to fear deep inside that the seductive voice was not wrong...that it was not going to go away...that it was probably only a matter of time. As her father called her down to eat, she felt the hunger awakening inside her...the need for a very special breakfast!

Conflicted and excited and miserable, Carly stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table as her father, still in his own pajamas, placed a plate of waffles in front of her. He started to say good morning, but stopped when he saw her nervously staring down at her plate. She was not doing a good job of hiding the clash of fear and confusion and longing battling inside her. When she looked up, her eyes betrayed her internal fight to deny the looming truth of what the voice would not let her forget...the truth of what she really wanted in her tummy for breakfast.

The images she had seen online...the girls kneeling...sucking...swallowing...raged in her mind. Her pancakes forgotten, she tried and failed to ignore the very special hunger deep inside her as she looked up at her father and, despite her fears, found herself imagining dropping to her knees in front of him right now...no more dreams...fully awake...desperate...needy.

She squeezed her eyes shut. "No!...no!...no!! Stop!!" But it was no use. Her daddy was so close...her fingers twitching...he was just...right there...and...and she NEEDED to satisfy the achy hunger inside her.

"Princess, what's wrong? Are you sick?" In her mind, she thought, "I must be sick, to keep having that dream..." But out loud, she simply said, "Uh...no, daddy. I'm...OK"

Unconvinced, he pressed the back of his hand against her forehead as she trembled slightly. Feeling the coolness of his flesh against her own, Carly's own temperature began to rise, and she whimpered softly.

"You feel warm. I think that you should stay home from school today and get better." She found herself stealing a glance at him from her seat on the kitchen chair, but it wasn't her daddy's face that she gazed at. It was something becoming more at her eye level, becoming obvious in his pajamas, and she felt a shivery weakness in her tummy.

And the seductive voice cooed to her, "Your daddy is standing here with you, Carly. And you know he never goes anywhere without me! You're so close to me! So close. You could almost touch me..." She sat, quivering with a terrifying indecision as she fought her growing compulsion, and she looked up at him as she said nervously, "Daddy...I..." But he interrupted her. "No, Carly. You need to rest. You're staying home today. I have a lot of work to do in my office, so I'll be able to take care of you."

If Carly had been a typical 18-year-old teenage girl, she might have chafed at being told what to do. But Carly was no typical teenager. Unlike most teens who are busy pushing against their parents' imposed limits and struggling to be independent, whatever rebellious parts that might have awakened in a normal teen her age were immediately swept away in Carly by the power of the electricity filling the space between her and her daddy.

It takes two to do many things, not just tango, and her father's own secret desires took him by surprise as he stood there, looking down at his beautiful daughter. His own dreams had often been troubled by thoughts that he knew no good father should have.

Carly looked so much like her mom, and he had hated himself for what he imagined when he looked at her. But the reality was, he imagined almost constantly what it would be like...if... he and Carly...

Carly saw the quick flash of embarrassment on his face, the growing bulge in his pajamas before he quickly turned away to hide his own barely suppressed desires. But before he turned, Carly had seen his growing bulge, just inches away....and she had mewled softly as she tried to control her gush of desire. She remembered her daddy's videos of girls eagerly, joyously sucking on the throbbing cocks of their daddies...and silently howled inside with sadness that she wasn't the girl in one of those pictures!

Her daddy had noticed where her eyes had traveled and the soft sound of her poorly hidden need that had slipped out, and he felt it cut through him like a knife.

Embarrassed and ashamed at first about the fire raging in his veins, her daddy suddenly felt the energy in the air between them...the raw need radiating from his daughter, the need that matched his own...that made him tingle and burn... and losing his own fight, he turned back toward her as a part of him closer to his daughter's eye level betrayed his own suppressed desire as it grew and hardened.

For a moment, he simply looked at her, his eyes inscrutable. The angel on his shoulder desperately reminded him that he could not allow his own dreams to see the light of day...to ever acknowledge or act on them with his beautiful daughter. But the devil on his other shoulder had other ideas.

Carly bit her lip as she looked up at him with huge eyes, and then downward at the continuing stirring in her daddy's pajama bottoms...but the voice from the growing bulge that was so close...so close...whispered in her mind, "Don't fight it, Carly. You want this. You know you do. I'm erect for you, Carly! No one else."

And behind eyes squeezed shut with conflicted emotions, the "good girl" gave way to the truth. She knew the voice was right! She did want it...desperately!

Sitting there in the kitchen, looking up at him, her eyes glistening with love, with need...the voice of her daddy's cock in her mind...seducing her...made her physically tremble as her surrender to the dream forcefully pushed aside her fears.

Almost overcome with desire for his only daughter, her father's own forbidden fantasies threatening to overwhelm him, he suddenly felt compelled to touch her face, her hair. Carly looked up at him in pure surrender and desperation...but with an immense effort, he stopped himself and said, "Let's get you in bed so you can feel better." He took her hands to pull her up, and felt the surge in his body as her soft, warm hands gripped his, and she whispered, "Daddy...I...I need..." Fearing his own thoughts and steeling himself against his desires, he shushed her and led her back to her bedroom where she slipped back under the covers.

He felt his heart swelling with love for his little girl...well, maybe not so little any more...and his "good dad" mind kicked in, making him pull back from what it assured him he would regret. He wanted desperately to be a good father, but...but...oh, god! His penis, now erect, throbbing...revealed to his daughter's hungry eyes the truth of her daddy's desires behind the smokescreen of his words.

Clenching his jaw and remembering his promise to himself to never do the things he imagined with his daughter, he turned to leave, but Carly surprised him by blurting out, "Daddy...please don't leave...yet. I...I need you..." She couldn't fight it anymore. It was no use. Suddenly unable...unwilling to be alone, Carly's fears dissolved quickly as her daddy turned back and looked at her.

She softly asked him again to stay with her for a while. He hesitated, not trusting himself not to give in to his own desires, but the pleading look on his daughter's face melted him, and he sat down at the foot of the bed and said, "All right, princess. I will stay for a bit." His mind burned with desire. It would be so easy...to simply reach for her...touch her...

A shrinking voice inside him begged for him to stop...to not do this...to not destroy the innocence of his beautiful, loving daughter.

But...dear god!...it had been so long since his wife had left them, and Carly looked so much like her. Seeing his daughter, day after day...the swell of her breasts...the sweetness of her lips and mouth...and the soft, yielding acceptance he imagined waiting shyly...for him...the soft, warm, slippery acceptance guarded by her soft, warm thighs....he was going nuts! The rigid shaft between his legs was not helping any as it throbbed and refused to behave...pushing him closer to the edge. But...no!...he couldn't...

And then...

"Daddy? Are you...are you...lonely?"

He looked down at her, not quite sure he had heard her correctly. "What?" he stammered. Carly blushed as she continued. "I mean...do you ever miss mommy?"

Her daddy was silent for a moment, but then stammered, "Um...well..." But Carly interrupted him.

"What I mean is...I mean...well...you're a man and...um...you don't ever go out or anything, so I as just wondering if you...um...you know...miss...having mom to...um...you know..."

He looked at her for a moment. Was she asking him if he missed...sex? Yes...that was obviously what she meant! He felt his penis lurch at this unexpected but not really unwelcome turn of the conversation, and he twisted a bit to try to hide the obvious signs of his reaction. But there was more truth in his erection than in his hesitation, and she saw the blaze ignite in her father's eyes as he whispered "Yes, Carly...I do miss her...miss...it." He closed his eyes and continued in a hoarse whisper, "...I remember being with her...her body..."

Carly couldn't quite look up as she softly asked, "I...I look a lot like mommy, don't I daddy? Is that OK, daddy?"

His heart pounded as he heard himself saying, "...Ohhh...Carly! My god! You look so much like her...and sometimes, I look at you, and I...I just..."

Carly heart leaped, her pulse racing, as she heard her daddy confide the answer to the real question her heart had truly been asking.

Her father proved to be no better than his daughter at hiding his emotions, and seeing both the desire and the conflict on her daddy's face, Carly looked up into his eyes, a tear curling down her cheek as she added softly, "It's just that I love you, and...and I was just wondering...mom isn't around anymore....and I hate that you're sad without her." She closed her eyes and bit he lip as she whispered softly, "...and...if you...your...needs...um...I mean...you know..."

Carly closed her eyes and shivered at the storm of emotion boiling within her. "Daddy...I just...I just wanted you to know how much I love you, I guess...and I wish I could make you feel better...you know...the way...a girl who loves you could...um...should..."