Dirty Back Roads
By sweetnaughty.
Sometimes, she would pretend she lived alone in the woods behind her house, except her house wasn’t there, and she was the queen of the forest, and all the animals in the kingdom would obey her. Other times she would climb the highest branches of the big old oak out front and imagine that she was the owl that would often call to her in the night. Some evenings, inside the house, sitting at her father’s feet, she would pretend she was riding a magic carpet high in the sky. It was good that her imagination interested her…she had a lot of time to herself.
Her father worked long hours on their farm, and her mother had vanished long enough ago that the girl sometimes wondered if she ever existed or if her memory of her was just another thing she imagined. Daddy never talked about Mommy, so neither did she. Daddy didn’t talk about much at all, and with no brothers or sisters around, it’s a wonder she had any vocabulary. Thankfully, she was quite adroit at using a radio – she had her own battery-operated portable FM radio that was always by her side, as was the old farm dog Rufus.
Sometimes, Daddy would get frustrated with her and the radio. If she didn’t turn it off when he asked, he’d take it from her and place it on a high shelf outside her reach. Fortunately for both of them, she was obedient and rarely intentionally crossed her father. If Daddy drank too much from certain bottles, he’d sometimes react a bit more harshly and might take her over his knee. It hurt a bit, but she didn’t mind the physical contact. Besides, after her punishment, Daddy would always hold her tight and tell her how much he loved her and how special she was. He would shower her with kisses and whisper in her ear all these things. Some nights, he wouldn’t let her go until he had fallen asleep with her in his arms. She was so fond of these moments with her father. The girl craved his love but knew better than to ask for it – although she would occasionally disobey him just for the attention.
One night she was listening to the radio and quietly drawing a picture on the floor, when a song came on that her daddy did not like to hear. She could identify it from the first three notes and would usually quickly shift the dial. She figured she try to let the song play through for once, as it seemed to strike a long lost memory in herself, but a memory so distant and fuzzy that she may never understand it. Daddy was nearly done one of his bottles and his head was hanging down against his chest. About halfway into the song he started to grunt and come to life. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the culprit as the chorus began to play for the third time. He threw his bottle at the radio and yelled for the girl to turn it off.
The bottle hit her instead and knocked her out cold as the music blared on. He rose from his chair and stumbled the few feet to where she lay next to the radio and with a swift kick sent the radio across the room just as the song was ending. He looked down and saw his daughter lying at his feet and immediately felt shame. He picked her up and held her and told her he was sorry and whispered how much he loved her in her ear and told her how special she was. He weaved through the empty house, holding her close as he took her up to her bedroom. He tried to gently lower her onto her bead, but lost his balance and flopped her limp body down with his following close behind. Feeling the soft surface under him, he almost instantly fell asleep, laying across his daughters legs.
Sometime later he woke, and in his drunken sleepy state, confused perhaps by the fact that there was a body under him, he felt in the darkness and found the bare, smooth skin protruding from under his waist. he rolled to the side and curled up next to the body – something he had missed for so long – and continued to trace the lines of the exposed flesh with his fingers. He fell in and out of sleep, but his dreams became heavy with thoughts of lusty adventures and each time he awoke his arousal was more and more apparent until he finally unleashed himself, stiff and ready. In the darkness he clambered over the petit body and pawed at her bedclothes until he had found his target. With a more than a little effort he steadied himself over her and fed his hardness into her.
His relief was almost instant as he felt himself transported to another time. He thrust himself deeply into this warm petite body. Oblivious to the reality that he was indeed fucking the virginity right out of his very young daughter. Fortunately for her she was still unconscious, and feeling no pain as his thick cock tore through her tight little hole and gripped his shaft with the velvety sweet pinkness that was her teen vagina. His strokes became shorter as his body stiffened and his final thrust erupted with so many years of unspent lust. He shuddered and collapsed onto her small form, rolling over and falling fast asleep.
He awoke to the sun streaming across his face, and he licked his parched lips, as he took in his surroundings – realizing he was not in his own bed, but in his daughters’. He tried to remember how he got there, but it was all a blur. He rolled over and saw his daughter asleep beside him, a trickle of blood on her forehead. He figured she must have hurt herself last night, and he fell asleep comforting her. He lovingly brushed her hair from her cheek and thanked the stars for giving him such a sweet girl. She stirred a little and smiled when she opened her eyes and saw her daddy right there smiling back at her. She asked him why he was in her bed, and he kissed her forehead and told her she’d had an accident. She couldn’t remember hurting herself, but figured that must be why there was a stinging feeling between her legs. They both shrugged it off and got on with the day.
That evening she was laying on her stomach drawing and listening to the radio. Her father was drinking again and remembering a vivid dream he had last night. He was in an unusually good mood this evening, which he attributed to his special dream, so he asked his daughter to come and show him her drawing. She happily pranced over to him and proudly presented him with her latest masterpiece. It was a fairly accurate drawing of the dog, but with a very large red penis sticking out of his belly! She had drawn old Rufus this way because all day his big red dick had been wagging and he’d been sniffing at her injured crevice. She didn’t understand why her father was upset with her, but he was. He crumpled up her drawing and hauled her up over his knee.
She squirmed as he undid his belt and pulled it free from his trousers and hitched up her skirt and ripped off her panties and took the strap to her good and hard until her cheeks were bright pink and she was sobbing. He hoisted her up into his arms and held her, cooing in her ear how he loved her, and how sorry he was to have to punish her. She was his special girl. They held each other so tightly. She was exhausted from crying and quickly fell asleep in his arms as he held her. Passing out himself sitting upright in his chair, his daughters little body draped over his.
He had no idea that his trousers had come loose when he abruptly pulled his belt off – heck, he’d completely forgotten he’d even punished his little angel. No these things were far from his thoughts when he awoke and couldn’t figure out how his cock had found it way between his daughters thighs. Granted she was straddling him, as she often did when she slept in his lap – but his hard naked sex flesh was touching what felt like her naked sex flesh. The thought made him twitch, and he reached his hands down over her buttocks and slipped his fingers between her thighs to feel what was going on. It was true! His cock was resting in her little outer slit. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. he moved his hands back up to her waist and hugged her a little. This caused her body to push down against him a little and felt nice on his cock. This was so wrong, he knew… but what harm could come of it? He rhythmically hugged her for a few minutes, until his guilt overcame him and he carried her off to her bed and disappeared into his bedroom to take his matters into his own hands. It didn’t take him long to find relief. The naughty taboo of awaking with his cock practically inside his daughter had turned him on. he figured it was harmless to think about her lips hugging his shaft while his hand did all the work.
His load unburdened, he quietly headed to the toilet. As he walked past his daughters room, he looked in and saw her splayed out on the bed just as he had left her. He decided it to tuck her in, and as he approached her he could see her little pussy. His cock twitched as he gazed – drinking in the feeling. His hands went for the sheet to cover her, but his lustful mind took hold and he instead ran his fingers along her leg. His thumb glided upward over her soft naked slit. He was so tempted to part those lips, to see what treasures the held. He knew it was wrong. So wrong. But his desires had unleashed themselves and clouded his judgement. He hovered over her and pulled at her lips with his thumb, parting the puffy little flesh into two halves. His cock got was starting to get hard again as he pushed his thumb into her. He leaned down and drank in her scent – so tempted to taste her. He pushed his thumb in further and felt her velvety insides. He slowly watched his thumb come out of her, her lips closing neatly behind him, as if he’d never even touched her. He ran his thumb under his nose and just stood there over her sleeping body. He closed his eyes and imagined the feeling of being inside her.
Imagining the shameful wanton desires he was faced with, his hand found his way to his cock and there, in front of his special 18yo girl he began to stroke himself again. He kept his eyes closed, perhaps thinking this would make it less wrong – he thought he could fool himself into making it all okay. He stood and stroked and the world disappeared and he was just about to cum when he open his eyes. To his shock he saw his old dog driving his tongue up inside his girl. It blew his mind to see such a thing and shortly it blew his load, too. As soon as he had pumped himself dry, he quickly shooed the dog away. He had not been very careful at aiming and had shot his load all over his daughters nightie… but who could blame him – i mean just witnessed his dog giving his daughter a licking of a lifetime. He pulled up her sheets over her legs, and tired to hide evidence of his presence. She stirred only slightly as he tried to wipe off his cum from her clothes. He knew she was a sound sleeper, but was frankly surprised that she had not woken at all from any of the special attention she had gotten this evening.
The next day he watched her for signs. His guilt was getting the better of him, and he was convinced that she was now a changed person, damaged. He knew he could never do anything like that again, and would have to keep it in his head, and in his bedroom from now on. He was lucky that she didn’t wake up last night. He set off to work around the farm, and left her to do her chores around the house. She washed up the breakfast dishes and went up to her room to strip the beds. Being so young and slight she often had to struggle to get the heavy blankets off of her fathers bed. Today was no different, and she tugged them slowly off the mattress exposing the sheets. Her fathers dark grey sheets had white stains all over them. There origins were unkown to her. She’d never seen anything like this before. She shrugged and set off to the washer with an armload of dirty sheets. She could barely see over the heap she was carrying, and nearly tripped over the dog. She set the clothes to wash and set about cleaning the bathroom. She was busily bent over the tub, scouring the tile when Rufus came in behind her.
She wondered what was up with him these past few days, his behavior had been odd. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt something strange between her legs. She bolted up and turned, feeling between her thighs dumfoundedly. Rufus pushed his nose between her legs and she saw what was causing the sensation. His long tongue was sliding up along her panties, bathing her inner thighs in his slobbery love. She giggled and watched him tickle her some more. It felt really nice. She wondered if it would tickle even more if she took off her panties, so she slid them off and Rufus dove right in. His tail wagging vigorously. It still tickled, but in a different way… she was a little jolted by the feeling at times. It was like her dog had an electric tongue. Her heart was beginning to race, and her breathing was becoming shallow and quick. She stumbled backwards and sat hard on the edge of the tub. Gripping the porcelain as she has her first little orgasm. She had no idea what just happened, but she sure felt good.
Rufus was still happily licking at her, but it was too much for her to take all of a sudden, so she pushed his head away, and gave him a kiss on the brow and told him to go outside. He sat down where he was and wouldn’t budge. She shrugged and went back to work. She turned back to scrubbing the tub, and in an instant Rufus was on top of her. He easily pinned her little body under his, and there was no way she could physically remove him. She told him to get down, but he would not. He always obeyed her. What was wrong with him these days, she wondered. Before she could think another thought, she felt something poking at her where he had licked her. The poking quickly turned into something else entirely, as she felt an invasion so immediate and all encompassing that she surrendered all thought of escape. She felt something inside her. It was large. It was hot. It seemed to be re-entering her over and over, at a rapid pace.
It didn’t hurt, it actually felt a little nice. not quite as nice as the tongue tickling. But it did make her feel funny, just in a different way. She was just getting used to the rhythm of his movements when Rufus shifted his grip and pulled her body tighter to his as she felt the intrusion slow and swell. She could feel his body begin to relax over her. His soft fur against her bum. His grip on her hips lessened, but he stayed over her. She remained under him, pinned, perhaps in shock, but her mind was reeling from all these new sensations.
She heard her daddy come in for lunch. She immediately felt worried, because it was her job to prepare it, and she’d been unable to, thanks to the dog. He walked into the bathroom and to his amazement found his girl and Rufus entangled in an unlikely pairing. He scolded the dirty old hound and swatted harshly at his rump. This gave old Rufus a start, and he tried to run, but the poor girl seemed stuck to him. As he tried to make a hasty exit, he was slowed to a crawl, dragging the now cumbersome waif with him. The girl’s father turned the shower nozzle on them both. Cold water aimed directly at their ailment, and within seconds the dog was free to scamper off and hide from his angry master. His daughter seemed no worse for wear, so he asked her about what had happened. She told him everything, unabashedly so. He could feel his cock twitching as she described how her virginity had just been taken, and how it felt.
She told him about the tickling and the funny feeling. She told him about how good it all made her feel, and that she hoped she could do it again. His cock was hard as a rock by the time she was done recounting her morning. She happily trotted off to hang the laundry and fix lunch – as if it were any other chore day. He was so excited he broke his promise from this morning and hauled his cock out right there in the bathroom – door wide open – imagining everything that had transpired and stroked himself to orgasmic bliss. He even let himself moan loudly as he came. He almost wanted her to catch him in the act. Her innocent acceptance of these events emboldened him, and might just wear down his resolve to be a better daddy.
*****
He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He had just accidentally witnessed his girl, his innocent sweet girl being deflowered by their old dog. What he couldn’t stop thinking about was that she wanted to do it again, and was so frank and happy about the matter. He knew she was special, but he had had no idea of just how special. It was like a dream come true. He’d never considered wittingly violating his daughter – he had no recollection of his drunken shenanigans, which is probably a good thing – but if she wanted to get it on with the dog, well, that suited him just fine. He knew he’d be able to convince her that for safety reasons he should be present, just incase something went wrong. This way he could partake, but as a bystander, an objective observer, as the good father that he knew he was. The very idea of this new future made him harder than he’d been in a long time. He had taken to whacking off whenever the mood struck him. Ever since he’d caught his daughter with the dog’s cock stuck fast inside her pussy, he’d been getting more frequent erections, and dealing with them properly rather than trying to think them down.
He had also taken to doing in places just out of sight, but where he could easily get caught if his daughter happened by. He found this dangerous game made him cum harder and faster and longer than he’d ever done before. By all accounts you’d think he was some kind of pervert, but in reality he was just another hardworking farmer and single father, living off the land and trying his best. It was only the past few weeks that everything had changed. Since his daughter had lost her virginity. She was still the same sweet girl, and he still loved her to her very core for all that she had become – but now despite her innocence and despite her not looking the slightest bit different than she did – he knew she was more womanly, and having a woman around the house was a hell of alot different than having a girl around the house. He had convinced himself that just because he wasn’t touching her or overtly exposing himself to her, that it was okay to jerk himself off to thoughts of her. So he did. Constantly. He had never been happier in years.
His daughter relished her new life. He father had never been so loving and kind. She knew it was hard for him to raise her and run the farm, and she did as much as she could to help, in part because she knew it was a good way to be, but also in part to appease him. She liked to keep things running smooth, because he could get into moods. Dark moods that involved hours spent emptying bottles into himself. Moods that erupted in occasional violence. She felt that the more she did to help keep things from upsetting him, the happier he’d be. She couldn’t understand why lately he’d been so incredibly happy, but whatever was causing it – she’d take it gladly. She had long been best friends with her faithful canine sidekick Rufus. He had been by her side since he was but a few weeks old. She loved him terribly, and recently he’d loved her back in a new and special way. It had made her feel so good. She told her daddy all about it, and his face seemed to change. It started in his eyes. She actually saw the black circles in his eyes changing size, and his mouth normally clenched shut, opened slightly. His brows lifted and he looked new – not old. She liked his new face. Even when his gaze fell to her body. When she finished telling him about it she went off to do her chores, she could hear him making strange sounds. She thought it might be part of his newness. Over the past few weeks, her new daddy made these sounds more frequently, and always came back even happier. She loved her daddy so much.
One day about a few weeks after everything had begun to change for them, she had made dinner as usual. As they ate, usually in silence, but her daddy started asking her about her dog, and their experiences. She told him that it had just been that time in the bathroom. He asked her if she wanted to do it again, because he knew she had liked it. She nodded. He told her that she could, but that he should be there to make sure she didn’t get hurt, since Rufus is a big dog. She understood his concern, as Rufus had started to drag her away and she was helpless to stop him. Having her father there would indeed secure her safety. She asked him if he would have time to supervise after dinner. He smiled and nodded and threw a scrap of food to the dog by his daughters’ side.
She cleared the table and cleaned up in the kitchen, as her daddy and the doggy watched her. Her skirt was modest, but when she reached high to put away the dishes, or bent low to scrape the plates into the dog dish, they could see her little white panties. She was the picture of innocence. Such a beautiful girl. She trotted back into the dining room after he dinner chores were all done and climbed into her daddy’s lap and hugged him. She asked him if they could do it somewhere other than the bathroom, as the tub edge had bruised her ribs something fierce. He nodded and lifted her as he stood and carried her into her bedroom. He lay her back on her bed and told her to take off her clothes. She did as instructed and lay back down, her perfect young body there for the taking. He whistled for Rufus and took his collar and led him to her. Pointing his snout at her pussy. He told his girl to use her hands to spread herself wide open so Rufus could have unrestricted access. She complied and shivered and squeaked when his tongue started to tickle her again. She writhed and bucked her hips under the dog’s snout. Her daddy watched fixated as the canine tongue darted in and out of her vagina. Slicking her tunnel, fucking her wetly with his tongue as his cool snout rubbed and snorted against her clit.
It was like he was designed for this task. His girl shamelessly squealed into her second orgasm ever, and the first one that he had the pleasure of witnessing. His cock was pressing hard into his jeans zipper now. He told her to turn over onto her stomach as he guided Rufus gently onto her. He even surprised himself as he put his hands on Rufus’ unsheathed cock and made sure he hit his mark correctly. He stood back and watched as Rufus drilled his daughter. With her face buried in the bed facing the other direction, he felt safe to unleash his cock and stroke himself while he watched this bestial assault. He knew it wouldn’t last terribly long, and he knew he wouldn’t either, because this was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed. He was right. He came hard and fast and with no time to lose either, as Rufus was just doing the same and knotting with his girl. He could see the cock base swelling inside her little pussy and she started to moan and rock.
She was experimenting with what felt good, and it was his job as a good father to make sure that it did, so he held old Rufus’ collar, so the dog wouldn’t try to dismount. He patiently watched and waited while his girl rocked herself to another orgasm on the swollen muscle inside of her. He felt like the luckiest man on the planet right about now. He watched in awe as she pushed herself against Rufus, arching her back and thrusting her hips against him. She moaned and shuddered as her first vaginal orgasm took hold of her. Her moans turned to whimpers as she collapsed exhaustedly underneath Rufus. When her climax had subsided her daddy stroked her hair, and asked her how she felt. She lay there with her eyes closed and thought how she never wanted the feeling to end. Not just the overwhelming release she’d just experienced – but also savoring the warmth her daddy was showing her. The flood of emotions – albeit good ones – caused her to unexpectedly burst into tears.
Her daddy mistook her crying for unhappiness and scrambled to get Rufus out of her. As his cock popped out a rush of milky fluid spilled out of her and onto her bed spread. He shooed the dog away and gathered up his girl into his arms and tried to assuage her tears. He held her tight and rocked her, cooing in her ear that everything was alright. She finally gathered her thoughts and told her daddy how much she loved him, and thanked him for being here with her. She told him that she didn’t know why she was crying because wasn’t sad at all, but happier than she’d ever been. She felt more alive, and more loved than she knew possible. He hugged her even tighter and kissed her forehead. It was getting late and was time for bed. He saw the large wet mess they’d made on her bed, and told her she should sleep in his dry bed tonight – after all, it was big enough for two.
He drew back his blankets and lay her down. He didn’t want to cover her, no, he just wanted to drink in her sweet young body. She just stared back up at him with the face of an angel. His cock was starting to get hard again, and he was getting confused. He regained his senses and pulled the covers over his girl as he walked over to his side of the bed and undressed with his back to her. She rolled over on her side and was watching him. Her daddy peeled off his tshirt, then unbuckled his belt. For a moment she shuddered at the sound of his belt – recalling the few but memorable lashings he’d doled out when he drank too much. His jeans fell to the floor and she saw her daddy’s bum. She giggled as he wiggled out of his underwear. He turned around when he heard her sweet laughter, but as soon as he did her eyes widened and she fell silent. She has never seen a naked man before. She didn’t know about so many things. Her daddy quickly slipped under the covers and rolled over to face her. He lay there smiling at her, knowing that this could easily go so wrong, and change their relationship forever. It was racing through his mind as he watched his girl’s eyes get heavy and her breathing deepened. She lay there sleeping naked next to him in his bed, after having had him help her fuck the dog. His mind was reeling. What would it hurt to take it a little further?
*****
He lay there watching her sleep for a little while. His cock still hard from drinking in her naked young body. Now sharing the same bed, the same sheets, she lay sound asleep just inches from him. He stroked his hardness in her direction, sure that if he were to cum it would find it’s way to her perfect flesh. He shook his head and tried to regain some fatherly composure. He could not in good conscious try to have a sexual relationship with his girl, even if she was having congress with the dog. It was not his place. He needed a drink. He sat up and contemplated the situation. With a long sigh, he rose and headed off to the kitchen for some whiskey.
With every step his thirst for the drink grew, until he was salivating as he shakily poured himself his first shot. His mind raced with visions of his daughter’s body shaking and writhing under the thrusts of his old dog Rufus. Her innocent lust, unabashed desire for these new delights. He wanted to protect her from the world, but also to give her all the joy possible. He poured himself several more shots before he began to swig directly from the bottle, and his thoughts began to blur. He slumped down in his chair and nodded off for a bit. He groggily awoke in the middle of the night, not unaccustomed to this predicament of alcoholic slumber in whatever chair he was in.
He rose rather unsteadily and staggered off to bed. When he slipped into his bed sheets, he was drunk enough to mistake his daughters warm body laying naked in his bed for that of a mystery woman. He was happy for his new prize, as he clambered clumsily under the sheets toward her. His eager wandering hands found their way to her little hole and his fingers probed her, finding her warm and still wet with the dog’s cum he climbed onto her and grunted into the back of her neck as he guided his drunken cock into her little pussy. Her tight slit felt so good on his cock as he fucked her little body pinned under his lumbering weight. Her face buried in the pillow, as his thrusts brought him closer and closer to his release.
She whimpered into the pillow as he drilled her. Awoken in such a strange manner, unable to move, but feeling the nice fullness like Rufus delivered, but different… slower and more deliberate. She could smell the whiskey on her fathers breath and fear shot through her. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she just lay there silently, not wanting to provoke his anger. She tried to relax and just enjoying the sensations he was delivering. Soon his thrusts quickened and his whole body tensed up as he groaned heavily in her ear. He collapsed against her, his body draped half over hers as he quickly fell asleep without even pulling out of her. She didn’t mind. In fact she had enjoyed the feelings, and could still feel his cock twitching inside of her. He woke her up again a few hours later, groggily resuming his course of action, and filling her little hole with another load of his cum before collapsing on her again. She had never felt so close to her father. This was like a dream come true. She only hoped that he’d make her feel as nice as Rufus did.
The rooster woke them both up in the morning. Her daddy twitched inside her, she could feel him hard again, grinding against her. He groaned and slowly roused to a conscious state… a state where he could begin to digest the situation. Here he lay on top of his little girl with his cock hard and inside of her – he was in fact slowly fucking his sweet daughter as his revelation unfolded before him. He threw himself off of her and recoiled in the sheets on the far side of the bed, silently wondering what he’d done. His little girl rolled over and faced him, her eyes wide. He stared back at her, wondering what she must think of him… what a monster he was. His self loathing was instantly quelled by her sweet innocent smile which grew bigger than he’d ever seen it. He reached out and swept her forehead with his fingers and apologized, hoping against hope that he hadn’t hurt her. She giggled and told him he was being silly. She sat up and asked him why he had stopped, because she thought it was a really nice way to wake up. His jaw nearly dropped, as his mind reeled from her reaction. He was beating himself up for no reason. His daughter was so special, and their new relationship was not something to turn into a shameful darkness, but a loving exploration.
She crawled across the bed to her daddy, and snuggled up against him. He opened his arms and wrapped his sheet around her naked young body. Running his fingers along her perfect smooth flesh and marveling at his luck. He kissed her neck so gently, and with each kiss he felt her pressing herself more firmly against him. His hard cock was twitching against her buttocks. His girl wiggled her ass against him. He whispered in her ear how much he loved her, as his hand slid down her side, savoring the smoothness of her young perfect skin, seemingly his for the taking.
She snuggled into her daddy’s warmth, feeling so safe and warm, but also a longing… a wanting she didn’t fully understand. She really liked it when her daddy had his thing inside her this morning. It had felt very different than Rufus, and it didn’t make her feel the same either. She wanted to try it again, but wasn’t sure what to ask for. Before she could say anything he began to rub his hands over her body. His fingers slid down her side, and she giggled because it tickled, and because it tickled she squirmed and pressed her wriggling little body even harder against her daddy. She felt something pressing between her legs, something hard and hot. As his hands moved over her body, she wiggled and giggled and felt his breath hot against the back of her neck. His hands slid up over her chest and he lifted her onto him as he rolled over onto his back. Now she was wriggling just against his body, and could feel the hard hotness pushing against her bum.
He held her body against his with one hand, while the other moved down to her hole. He slid his fingers through her cum filled slit and prodded the opening. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. But there was nothing that could stop him now. Gripping his shaft, he unwedged it from underneath his little girl’s butt and guided into her tight little pussy. He eased it in slowly, and felt her body respond immediately. She arched her back ever so slightly and pushed back against him as he slowly entered her with his length. He slowly filled her, then equally as slowly withdrew, his first witting violation of his daughter’s physical body. This went beyond mere naughty thoughts, beyond jerking off in her room, beyond everything that was reasonable and right. But it felt so damn good. His conflict may have heightened his sensitivity, or perhaps it was the taboo thrill of fucking his girl. maybe it was the fact that she was so small and tight, but whatever the cause, he had never been so hard, so lustful, so driven.
His cock felt like it was a mile long and a mile wide as he slowly pumped himself into her. She was enjoying it too, he could hear her faint panting on top of him. He began to stroke her little clit with his thumb, while continuing to hold her body tight to him with his other arm. He had never enjoyed a sexual act as much as he was enjoying every single thrust into his daughter. He fucked her like this for what seemed to be an eternity. Time slipped away as they silently bonded in this new wonderful way. So tenderly he loved her. He whispered in her ear what a good girl she was, how good she felt on top of him, how happy she was making him. He felt her body tensing, as he rubbed her little clit faster. He drove his cock into her deeper and pushed her little pelvis down onto his length as she started to cum and he whispered in her ear how much he loved her, his beautiful girl. His one and only.
If he could have seen her face as she came, as she heard his words, we would have seen the true definition of bliss. She had had so many new and wonderful experiences and feelings lately, but this was miles above those. She was somewhere else. Transported. Peaceful. Loved so completely. But all he felt was the enormous eruption in her loins, his cock buried inside of her while every muscle on her body shuddered against him, her pulse, her heat, her guttoral moans ebbing into gentle whimpers as her body yielded to it’s exhaustion and she melted onto him. Her spent limbs going slack at her sides, and her head lolling back against his jaw. He inhaled deeply as her hair fell across his face. He thrust once more into her hot little cunt, still clenching him spasmodically before his came too.
His cock bursting at the seams inside her hot little hole. His seed gushed into his little girl, quickly spilling out, as his cock filled her every inch of her, with plenty to spare. He held onto her still, loving the feeling of their orgasmic bodies speaking their own muscular language. His cock twitched as her pussy clenched. Two happily spent bodies, bonded forever by this union. Staring at the ceiling through wisps of his beautiful girls hair, watching as the sun cast its earliest rays high across the room. He wondered as he lay there, just what the future had in store for him. A hopeful smile across his face, and a long lost sparkle twinkled in his eye once again.
The End.
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