Daughter and Dad – Part 3

Daughter and Dad – Part 3

Jim woke the next morning with an aching bladder that threatened to burst. His daughter Anita and he had made love until the wee hours of the morning. The recollection of that experience brought a smile to his face and a glow to his heart. She had shown him more love and tenderness than he could remember since . . . well, ever! And while she might still be only 19, she was proving to be a lover that he had a hard time keeping up with. Their sex was something that most men could only dream of, and even dreams paled in comparison to the real thing!

Over the last two days, Anita had seduced him, and she had swept him away. Both he and Anita had been deserted by his wife, Megan, seven years ago. His wife had walked out of the house, and was never seen by them again. Jim had gone into a shell, spent all his time buried in his work, and ignored his daughter’s needs beyond the basics of food, shelter, and clothing. For four years, from the time she was 12, she’d pretty much raised herself, yet had remained fiercely loyal to her father. In her heart she knew that one day he’d be there for her. It had been a long wait, but he had finally become the father that she was proud of. He had tried to make up for the time and love that he’d denied her as he mourned their loss.

Now, three years after that reconciliation, they had become lovers. Jim wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, and at first he was scared shitless. But he could feel her love, and he had let her into a part of his heart that even he had forgotten existed.

But back to his immediate discomfort. He needed to get to the bathroom while he could still hold his bladder from leaking out everywhere. Easing out from behind Anita’s naked butt, he tried not to wake her. She had moved into his bed just two nights earlier, and while he wasn’t used to sharing a bed any more, she was someone he could very easily get used to curling up with. She seemed to prefer sleeping in a spoon position. As soon as the cool morning air hit her back, she stirred enough to figure out that her Dad wasn’t in the bed any more. Gazing around the room, she spotted him heading for the door.

“And just where do you think you’re going, Mister?”, she growled at him in her most authoritative voice.

“Well, good morning to you, too!”, he greeted her. “Unless you really want to redefine the concept of a waterbed, I’ve gotta hit the can. With your Horniness’ permission, of course!”, he excused himself.

She reluctantly grunted her acceptance of his explanation, then added, “Hmm, make it snappy, though, or I’ll have to slap you in the stockades again”, referring to the times she had locked his head between her thighs as he ate her soaking wet pussy.

Chuckling softly, Jim made his way to the bathroom where he relieved his poor aching bladder. Christ, he didn’t believe that one person could hold that much liquid in themselves for that long! Once the golden stream started to flow, he was beginning to wonder if it would ever finish! Finally, out of pain, and relatively empty now, he stumbled back to his — now their — bed, crawled back under the covers, and pushed his groin against Anita’s firm little ass. She moaned her approval, wiggled her butt until his cock just touched her crack, then pulled Jim’s arm over and around her, clamping his hand to her breast. She pinned that hand with her own, resentful of the possibility that it might actually escape before pleasuring her.

Jim pressed himself tight to her body, taking the opportunity to lightly run his tongue around the edge of her ear. Anita softly moaned her delight, then pushed her ass hard against his groin. She wasn’t quite awake yet, but if his cock got any closer to her pussy, she soon would be.

That thought started her juices flowing. With a slow rhythm, she began rocking against his cock, feeling it harden just a little more with each stroke of her slit along its length. Within moments it was coated with her juices, and hard as a rock. She could feel it searching for her entrance, and lifted her left leg to grant him access. Jim probed her crotch until his cockhead slipped inside her hot wet cunt, then slowly began to bury his cock deeper and deeper into her over-heated hole. Anita swung her legs up and away from his, allowing him to penetrate her to the full depth of her love tunnel, and groaned in the delight of her cunt being speared so fully. As he continued to slowly pump himself in and out, Jim squeezed and fondled her left tit, pulling and twisting her nipple whenever she least expected it. She met his rhythm with a corresponding rocking of her hips, fucking him back as hard as he was driving himself in and out of her. With each successive slap of his balls against her firm ass, Anita got closer and closer to that massive threat of flooding her Dad‘s cock with her own girl-cum. Jim could feel her cunt begin to flutter and grasp his prick. He moved his hand from her breast to caress her clit, tickling and teasing it until its entire mass exposed itself from under her hood. Flicking his finger back and forth across Anita’s nub, he could hear her gasp with pleasure. God, how he wanted to feel her cum, to erupt on his shaft, to douse him with her cunt squirt! Soon he was pumping himself into her faster and faster, resulting in his nuts lifting as they began to fill the base of his cock with hot sticky goo destined to fill his daughter’s greedy cunt. His own breathing was ragged as the pressure built. Within seconds, they were both groaning and gasping louder and louder, and Anita began to tremble and shake as her climax pushed her over the edge. Now they were both writhing in lust, pushing themselves tighter and tighter to each other’s connection point.

“Dammit, Dad! Fuck me harder! Pump that cock of yours into me! Christ, I’m gonna cum all over your nut sac!”, Anita wailed. Her outburst started his spunk’s unstoppable journey up his shaft as it raced for his jizz hole.
“Fuck, Honey, I’m gonna cum too! Come on, Sweetie, cum all over me! Squirt your cum down Daddy’s cock and all over his balls! A-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-g-g-g-g! I’m C-C-U-U-U-M-M-M-I-I-I-N-N-N-G-G-G!!”, and with that, he shot a massive stream of hot white cream deep inside her, splashing against her cervix hard enough to push Anita over the top and into her second powerful climax. She gasped desperately and deeply, then screamed loudly as the rapture of her orgasm gripped her, blocking all sensation except for her cunt.

“Jesus, fill me up with your cum, you fucker! Fuck my cunt til it falls off! Take me, God dammit! Split me wide open and let me know that I’ve just been fucked out of my head!”, she screamed at her Dad.

As soon as she finished her demands, there was an explosion of lights in her brain that seemed like a fireworks display. She almost lost consciousness as her cum overpowered every other feeling in her body. Before it had begun to subside, Jim’s cream sprayed her again, and again, and again, as he blasted seven hard ropes into her, each one creating another burst of orgasmic sensation. Her walls gripped and grabbed his cock, milking the sperm out of his balls.

As the intensity of his climax became almost unbearable, he drove his cock as far up her cunt as possible, and held it there until every drop of semen had been expelled into her. He continued pressing himself into her until she began to come back down from the adrenaline-induced peak that had consumed her. Returning his hand to her breast, he slowly swirled his finger around her areola, lightly brushing her nipple with each orbit, gently extending her heady afterglow sensations, while fighting to regain control of his own breathing. Both of them were bathed in sweat. Jim could feel the flow of the combination of his cum and her cunt juices dripping down her gash, over his balls, then dribbling down his thigh on its way to the sheet below him. The force of his cunt-pounding had splashed and sprayed Anita’s entire pussy with hot juices, both his and hers, and the slightest movement from either one produced a slurping, sucking sound that reminded him of gumboots wading through wet concrete!

Relaxing after the physical ordeal of satiating their passion and lust, Anita rolled her head just enough to caress her Dad‘s forehead, moaning in the warmth and glow of their lovemaking. She’d suffered from the best orgasms of her life at the mercy of this man now buried deep in her cunt. Of all the guys she’d been with, he was the only one that had made her cum on his cock! All the others had gotten their dicks in her, shot their wad, and gotten back out before she even had a chance at enjoyment, let alone received any pleasure. Sex with her Dad was a different story, though. He always made her pleasure a priority, giving her an orgasm that was stronger and more intense than the last one. He filled her up with his cock, and his seed, making her feel more like a woman than she had dreamed was possible. God, how she loved him!

“Mmm, Mr. Super Lover. You still alive back there?”, she moaned as best as her exhausted body would allow. As desperately as she wanted to roll over and kiss him, the feel of his slowly-softening cock inside her was mesmerizing. She refused to even twitch before she had to endure the emptiness of its eventual departure from her body. Clamping his cock with her vaginal muscles in an effort to hold it in her as long as possible, she felt her Dad jump at the unexpected contraction on his semi-hard erection, but it eventually popped loose. She issued an involuntary moan of disappointment as she lost contact with its warmth and wetness.

Slowly regaining some semblance of composure, Jim struggled to answer Anita’s inquiry. Hell, he was so spent that it was agony just trying to remember what the question was!

“Mmm, Baby! I’m not sure about you, but I think I just got fucked to death! Give me a moment to get my heart started again, then I’ll get back to you on that”, he mumbled with a mix of exhaustion and afterglow.

“So, does that make you the fuck-or, or the fuck-ee?”, she teased in a quiet voice.

“Umm, not sure.