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So it continued for a week, besides the now empty and unused nature of her own bed, the days passed by much as before. Exciting your daughter’s pleasures became just another part of your parenting of her. If she was good and got all her homework finished early you would let her sit on your face for awhile, lapping up her giggling joy at such a throne. Family bonding in front of the tv became a competition of outlasting each other, your fingers probing her depths while she stroked or sucked upon you. It was a contest your years of experience gave great advantage in. The girl’s over-sensitive young body often betraying her to rolling waves of orgasm far before she gained her own mouthful of triumph.
The next movie night you took up your usual position upon the couch, popcorn and blankets at the ready, shorts open and penis ready. You had gotten quite used to this set-up now and were quite guiltily looking forward to sliding yourself through the pinch of her thighs while awake and aware. It was the nearest to actual intercourse you got these days after all, but without all the worrying connotations of true penetration. As always, however, your child was a step ahead and born to surprise you. When she had set the film playing and slid down beside you she made no hesitation at all in simply lining up and slipping your cock inside her. Suddenly those wet walls you had dreamed of so often recently were back encompassing you and without the slightest doubt or difficulty. It felt like a home within your home your were up to your hilt in, yet went against all you had been fighting for this last week or so. Had she not agreed with you, that time in the bath? Acknowledged that this very moment could not happen again?
Clearly sensing your tension the girl glanced back at you with a bemused look. “What’s wrong Dad? Have you already seen this one?”
She was talking about the film?! Questioning the least important matter at hand while the more pressing issue burned between her very hips… You could barely splutter a reply. “No… but you… I’m in… I thought we agreed we couldn’t… after it happened in the bath…?”
Now she looked even more confused than you felt, her grip on you twisting as she turned around to look at you. “Last week? Well yeah… but I thought we’d kinda got past all that. After what’s been happening? Surely it doesn’t make that much difference now…” There was a little anger in her voice, and disappointment. It reminded you of times you’d broken promises to her in the past, had to work on specified daddy-daughter days, chided that all her young planning could be so easily be swept aside by the selfishness of the adult world.
The pair of you stared at each other in abject befuddlement. Silent as realisation began to dawn. She was the first to see and seek answers though. “You do know you’ve been fucking me every night, right Dad?!… You took my virginity the very next day after we said it would be a bad idea… Each time I’ve slept in your bed you’ve woken me up by shoving yourself inside me and screwing my brains out. Sometimes 3 or 4 times in a night! Until I’ve had to drag myself to school the next day with huge bags under my eyes. Are you telling me you’ve been doing all that without realizing?! Like sleepwalking, but with a sticky surprise at the end? How is that even possible?!”
With primordial horror it became clear to you. Those sheet twisting, sickening dreams had not been dreams at all. Each and every one had been a moment in which your body had moved on instinct alone and claimed that which it wanted most. You had taken your precious child like a beast in the night, unthinking and without asking. You were truly a monster. A wretched being without hope of redemption. A sickening predator that cannibalises its own progeny.
“I… I raped you… Without even realizing it?… I took your virginity?! I… I… should be locked up. I’m not worthy of being your Father. I…”
She turned around and silenced you with a kiss. Not deep and sensual, but quick and sweet like she had as a child.
“Oh Dad! Don’t be so silly.” She flashed a golden smile of pure forgiveness, any hint of annoyance discarded. “You’re not a monster! And you didn’t rape me… because I loved every minute of it. I wanted nothing more in all the world… as, clearly, did you. I was just surprised you didn’t remember… I mean it felt so AMAZING… What’s it going to be like when you AREN’T asleep?!”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
There was a flash of hunger in her eyes at this, but she caught it upon realizing you still weren’t convinced.
“Look Dad… After all we’ve been doing together… this was kinda inevitable really. We both knew it, but just didn’t want to say it out loud. Maybe this way… the worst bit is over already right? It’s already happened, your body made the decision for you. So now… now we may as well just enjoy it. I can’t go back to the way we were before… it would be too cruel. I’ve felt you inside me now… and all I want is to have it again and again. You’re the best Father ever Dad, you make me feel like the luckiest daughter alive. So please don’t get upset about fucking me. It’s exactly what I want you to do with me, every hour of every day!”
She had pulled herself off of your cock to talk face to face. You tried to use this moment to escape, to find clarity. You felt sick. With yourself, with the world, with cruel fate which had let you produce such a perfect creature to torture yourself with. “No! We… I… Can’t… It’s not right… It’s not fair on you… I…”
She wouldn’t let you go. She was on top of you now, had pinned you between her hips and impaled herself back upon you. She leaned down close and put a finger to your lips, whispering in sweet, sensual, almost-motherly tones.
“Shhhh, Dad. Stop panicking and listen…” She began to rock gently back and forth, the sweet sensation of sliding in and out of her echoing into your very soul. “Like I said… This has already happened. This is who we are now… Who we’ve always been, really. I love you Dad. And I know you love me too. So let’s make love together.”
She accentuated and punctuated her words by pushing you deeper and deeper into herself.
“Whenever and wherever we want. It doesn’t matter what other people think. Doesn’t matter what silly laws say. We won’t let them find out. It’ll just be you, me, and all the different ways we can make each other happy. We both need this Dad. Need some way of burning off all the pressures of life. I’m yours Dad. Your very own little cumbucket! And I’m not going to let you run away or feel bad about using me. This.”
She had you at your deepest now, buried completely in the tightness of her pussy.
“Is where you belong. Right in the centre of me! And you can come in here… and cum in here.” She giggled slightly, leaning back to sit upright astride you, a cunning smile on her face.
“Any time you want…”
Now her words faded away as she gave full focus to the task at hand. Your precious little girl planted her arms firmly either side of you, all the better to push off and bounce her hips up and down, up and down. You could feel her body shifting to accommodate you, feel her inner walls lubricating and softening to make each journey into her feel more welcome. Above her pert round breasts bounced casually, free at last from being required to encompass you. Her short dark hair flicked around her smile as she gazed at you, pure joy stitched across her face. She wanted you to know how much she was enjoying this, wanted you to see the being you had created in all her beautiful, perverse glory. The wet slap of your bodies meeting gradually rose up above the ignored television noise, as did the panting moans of your only child’s efforts. Her bouncing grew faster and faster, but never over-hurried. An ever-building pace that drove irrevocable pleasure spikes up and down your spine. She was incredible. Fucking herself upon you like no other girl or woman had done so before. You could do nothing but surrender to the experience, gradually pushing your own hips up to meet her. Higher and higher she rose, only to fall back down upon you, jarring your souls together in pure incestuous ecstasy. Slap, slap, slap went your bodies. Fuelled by the unholy lust of each other. The ungraceful squelch of it only added to the delight. The dirty, juicy, horror of how amazing it all felt. Till finally, messily and out of time. You felt both your bodies give in, the rhythm of you both falling apart. Your naked penis poured its forbidden load up into the very core of the girl it had once made, stimulating her own shuddering moment of pure orgasm. She swayed and ground herself down on you as spurt after spurt of warm semen entered her. Then she fell. Sweating and breathless, onto your chest. In delirious aftermath she lightly bit at your neck, kissing and nibbling the echoes of her pleasure away. You held onto her tightly, your cock deflating in the mess it had made of your daughter’s pussy, yet still unwilling to be anywhere else.
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There you lay, together in the warm night air. Listening to each other’s breathing as it seemed to overbear even the unfathomable noises of an unwatched television. You could feel your own cum dribbling out of her around your now half sunken erection, puddling at is base amidst the dilution of her own juices. Your heart beat heavy and slow, like iron upon an anvil, like the dismal march of a chain gang. Your daughter’s head lay above it listening, and clearly understanding, the fear and turmoil it held.
“I probably won’t get pregnant you know… I looked it up.” Her voice sounded smaller again now, younger. Less like the confident and controlling succubus that she had seemed while riding you. More like the sweet little tomboy you had raised from birth. “We’ve started at a good time in the month… but if you’re still worried maybe we should go along to the clinic tomorrow… We can just say you caught me fooling around with some boy…”
She gazed up at you from your own chest, big eyes watching your every blink for any reaction.
“Not that I would ever go near any of them… not now. You’re the only man I ever want to touch me Dad. The only one.”