Daddy gives Chelsie an unforgettable birthday

Disclaimer: All sexual acts in this story are between people of 18 years or older

Disclaimer: there are some extreme acts including rape and violence in this story. if you aren’t into

that sort of thing please don’t read.

My Daughter Chelsie’s mother had died when she was young. At the time, I didn’t know what I would do, but Chelsie’s presence alone had been enough to keep me sane. She’d given me a reason to hope and to go on living. She was a reminder to me that life does go on, and in some cases, it needed nurturing and care. I guess that’s one of the reasons I was such a protective and overbearing father.

Chelsie was like a princess growing up, singing in the school choir and playing clarinet in the school band. I enrolled her in St. Mary’s school for young ladies in high school. There she met other young women and made many life long friend’s. She even managed to graduate with high distinction at the age of seventeen and planned to spend the next six months at home before going off to spend a year abroad.

Chelsie was a beautiful young woman, and that troubled me as I had been a single man since her mother had died when she was a baby. I was starting to feel things when she was around me that no father should ever think about his Daughter. Like, for example, if, I accidentally bumped up against her in our cramped kitchen quarters in the morning. I could feel Chelsie’s young fertile hips press against me in inappropriate area’s, sending blood rushing to all the wrong places. Then I would quickly have to make an excuse and runoff and have a long cold shower, berating myself for having such thoughts.

This odd morning ritual went on for three month’s or so before one fateful morning, after I had bumped into Chelsie in the confines of our small kitchen. I just couldn’t take it anymore, that was the first day my morning shower ran hot, and I jacked off over Chelsie’s beautiful, Lustful figure.

I imagined her standing in front of me in the shower, staring up at me with crystal blue eyes. Her beautiful wet brunette hair matted to her neck and back; The water trickling down her perky C-cup breasts and dripping off her nipple’s; Her Young fertile hips, rounding out her exceptional figure around her jewel of chastity. Her exercise hardened thighs and booty, just making her all the more irresistible. I wanted to lift her up and make love to her against the glass wall of the shower. I wanted her to wrap her arms and legs aground me an scream “Fuck me! Daddy, Fuck me!” as I slowly drove my Cock deep into her pussy over and over again.

“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” I yelled out loud as I came all over the shower floor. What had I just done?

“Daddy? Are you okay in there?” came my Daughter’s smooth, choir trained voice from the other side of the bathroom door. “Yeah honey, it’s okay, I just slipped in the shower is all,” I responded, trying to wash away all evidence. “Okay,” came her worried voice, “just be safe in there, alright.”

That, what I had just done, it could never, ever, happen again.

So, for the next week, I tried hard to make careful sure that I didn’t touch my Daughter in any way, shape or form. But it was nearly impossible, considering how much she loved to hug me and kiss my cheek whenever she went to bed or left the house.

After that loooooong week of torture, I decided to give up and let things run there course. If I kept on like this, I would just end up exploding in carnal lust.

The next morning my shower finally ran hot again. And the following day too, and the next, and the next, and the next.

After about a month of this, I started to grind up against Chelsie subtly, but on purpose. Every time I did it, I would grind more and more of my Thick Cock into her. But I always made sure to tuck my knob up into my waistband beforehand, so she didn’t feel anything hard jabbing into her.

One morning, however, I slipped, and Chelsie felt the full length and girth of my schlong jab into her as I sidled past on my way to the fridge.

“EEEWWWW Daddy, I don’t want that thing sticking into me, Get it away from me!” she protested.

I don’t know why, but my heart broke a little at that comment. I guess I had been living in some kind of fantasy world up until then. One in which I would eventually end up making long, passionate, love to my Daughter. After that, my shower fantasies changed little by little getting rougher and rougher.