At Home Late CH 34

I squeezed his waist and snuggled my head into his chest.
“I don’t mind, Daddy,” I breathed softly. “I like your warmth. I feel so safe in your
arms.”
My father wrapped his arm around me, his fingers caressing my shoulder. I
mewled a bit and slid my leg against his
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.
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Anytime, sweetheart.” From his tone, I could tell he was smiling. “I need to soak it
in while I can. Soon you are yung 10
“I’m going to miss you, too. You’ll have to come visit me. You promise?” “I
promise. But I’m sure you’re going to forget about your old father soon
enough.”
“You’re not old.”
“Older than you,” he laughed.
“But not old. If anything you’re perfect.” He laughed again and squeezed me
tight. “Thanks, love. It’s good to hear that
We lay there listening to the sound of the rain beat on the roof above us. It was
my dream come true. I was in bed with my father, my face against his chest, his
arm around me. Absentmindedly, I ran my fingers across his stomach, feeling the
tight muscles of his abdomen.
“Mmm,” he growled, “that feels nice.”
As my hand moved up and down, my fingers veered lowered and lower.
The rumbling in my father’s chest grew deeper. On one particular caress, my
hand reached the top of my father’s boxer briefs and my pinky touched
something hard. It was his cock poking up against his underwear, he was
aroused! My father shifted his hips away from my hand.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered.
“It’s okay, Daddy.” I stroked his stomach again, passing over his navel and letting
my hand veer down again to “accidentally” tap against his cock a second time. I
shuddered and his hand squeezed my shoulder. “There’s no reason to worry. It
happens to everyone.”
“It’s just…you’re very beautiful and I can’t help it.”
“Really, it’s okay, Daddy. I know just what you mean, I get aroused too.”
We lapsed into silence and I closed my eyes and ran my hand up and down his
stomach, stopping my hand just as my fingers made contact with his erection.
With each stroke my hand made firmer contact, until my fingers were able to feel
the full outline of his head and his thick shaft. My father didn’t move, though his
breathing was ragged
Emboldened by his lack of pushback, on my next stroke I moved my hand down
to his crotch and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. The top of his boxer
briefs was wet from precum. I could feel my own juices trickling between my legs.
I moaned a little and kissed his chest, gently stroking him up and down.
“What are
are you doing sweetheart? my father breathed softly, not moving to stop me. I
turned my face to look up at him.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered. “I dream about you a lot. I dream about this a
lot.”
“You do?”
“All the time, Daddy. This is what I want, what I’ve wanted since I was a little girl.
Don’t you dream about me too, Daddy?”
“Of course I dream about you. It’s just ““Do you love me, Daddy?”
I squeezed his cock and my father moaned above me.
“I love you so much, sweetheart. But you’re my daughter. Isn’t this wrong?”
“Does it feel wrong?”
“No. It feels so goddamn right.” “It feels right to me too.”
I gripped the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down and over his cock. I
reached up and closed my hand around his bared shaft. His skin was warm to the
touch, his manhood quivering between my fingers. He was as hard as a man
could get. I leaned my head back and raised my lips to his ear.
‘want you to be my first, Daddy,” I whispered. “I want to give you my innocence.”
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My father’s head leaned down towards mine and I felt his hot breath against my
cheek. I strained my neck upwards until our lips met. At their first touch I melted
against his body. Our mouths opened and our tongues slipped across one
another. My father’s hand caressed my shoulder and he brought the other across
our bodies to grab my hip. He shifted his body, pushing me flat against the bed,
my hand still wrapped around his hard cock. He kissed me deeper, more
forcefully, a deep rumble growing in my chest as I squirmed in his arms. The hand
on my hip moved to my stomach and slid up towards my chest. Through the
outside of my tank top, he began to massage my breasts, switching back and
forth between them.
“Oh, Daddy…”
He pulled my tank top up until it was over my chest. His fingers gently caressed
the undersides, the sides, the tops of my bared breasts. His fingers circled my
right areola. My nipple was taut and I groaned as he closed his fingers around it,
his thumb and forefinger squeezing it and rolling it back and forth.
His hand released my nipple and slid back down my stomach. His fingers lingered
at the top of my underwear, playing with the waistband. I raised my hips and my
father pulled my panties down to my knees. As he slid his hand back up, he
stroked the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs apart
His fingers slithered upwards until they reached my pussy. They slid across my
tender outer lips and I gasped and my father pressed his fingers between them,
using his forefinger and ring finger to spread my labia apart. He slid his middle
finger back and forth over my exposed pink flesh, lingering at my opening before
running up to glide over my clitoris. My young, virginal pussy was soaking wet
juice was trickling down between my ass cheeks,
Daddy…Daddy, please…”
I shifted my hips, pressing my cunt down onto my father’s hand. His arm clasped
my shoulder tight as he pressed the tip of his middle finger into my opening. It
glided in easily. This was it: my first touch by a man, the first
time anyone had been inside of me. A quick thought of the girls in my classes
flashed through my mind. While they had talked of being fingered, I doubted it
was anything like this, I was being touched by a man who knew what he was
doing. not by some nervous high school boy. I suddenly knew that all the waiting
had been worthwhile.
My father pressed his finger into me, groaning between our mouths as he did so.
He began to pump his finger in and out, slowly and deliberately at first, and then
faster and faster. I had broken my hymen a few years ago, so there was no sharp
pain from his finger. The only thing I felt was a deep, pulsing pleasure, my pussy
contracting regularly as he finger- fucked me.
After a few moments, my father extracted his finger and moved his hand to my
thigh. He flipped me away from him, putting my back to his and his pelvis against
my ass. He raised his hips from the bed and slid his underwear down, kicking
them off his feet. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.
“I love you, baby girl love you too, Daddy.”
It was the moment I had dreamed of, the moment I had been aching for Raising
my outside thigh, my father pressed his hips forward and I felt his cock slide
across my wet lips. I shuddered as his hard cockhead passed over my clitoris,
sending tingling bolts of pleasure shooting to the farthest reaches of my body.
After a few strokes back and forth, his head and shaft growing slippery with my
juices, my father paused with his hips pulled back, his head against my opening.
My body and mind were screaming, begging, for him to enter me. I rolled my
hips around, moaning as his head pressed gently into my opening, the smell of
our sexes strong in the air.
“Are you sure this is what you want, my daughter? my father asked, his body
motionless
I reached a hand behind us and grabbed his ass.
“I’m sure,” I said, “I want you to fuck your baby girl, Daddy. I want you to have my
virginity.”
It was all he needed to hear. Very slowly he pressed his hips forward and entered
me. I gasped as the head of his cock slid inside. He was so big! It was like nothing
I had ever imagined! He went deeper and I gasped again. My f closed around my
breast, massaging it. His breath was hot against my ear lobe, his chin scratchy on
my che
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a pain I had heard about from my friends. But it didn’t last long, not nearly as
long as I thought. Soon, it was replaced by an intense pleasure, a pleasure unlike
anything I had ever felt before. This wasn’t like touching myself in my room
thinking of him. Compared to this, that was like a dreary day. This was like…well…
this was like an orgasm.
“I’m coming, Daddy.” I moaned. “I’m coming.”
My hips bucked and I felt my pussy contract around his thick cock. My father kept
pressing himself forward, filling me slowly. Soon he was all the way inside, my lips
wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, my body convulsing against his. I was
in blissful heaven, made better by his arms tight around me, his hand massaging
my breasts and pinching and pulling at my erect nipples.
“You feel so good, baby girl…”
My father pulled his hips back and I gasped again as his cock left me.
Extracting himself until only his head was left inside of me, he gave a few quick,
short thrusts, making me giggle in pleasure.
“Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
My father thrust his hips forward again, my pussy readily receiving his thick cock
now that it had been stretched out. I was still shaking from the aftershocks of my
first orgasm, my first orgasm with a man, and his harder thrusting now almost
made me come again. His hips began to move with a steady rhythm, his long
strokes filling me completely. “Harder, Daddy, harder. I want you to fuck your
baby girl harder!”
now. was
my
I I couldn’t control myself now. I was shaking wildly, my knees knocking together
from pleasure. Sensations I had never known were flooding me. The idea of my
own father fucking me was the greatest, the hottest, the dirtiest feeling I had ever
known.
I reached a hand behind my head and tangled my fingers in my father’s hair,
arching my back and tilting my hips so that he could drive his cock in deeper. He
was thrusting more forcefully, each stroke more powerful, sending shockwave
after shockwave through my young, inexperienced body.
“Harder, harder,” I begged
My father pounded his cock into my tight pussy. His slippery shaft felt incredible
against my engorged lips, my juices wetting my thighs, each thrust creating a
loud slurping sound as my cunt sucked at his cock. I could feel a second orgasm
welling up within me. All I could think of was coming together with my father. As
the first waves of my second,
more intense
orgasm gripped my body and my pussy tightened around his thick cock, I
screamed out to the ceiling, possessed by pleasure:
“Oh, Daddy! Come in me, come in me! Fill me with your come, Daddy! I want to
feel your come deep inside of me!”
My father’s body tensed against mine, though his hips did not slow. As my labia
slurped at his shaft, I felt his cock quiver and he growled and gave a particularly
powerful thrust and then a hot spurt of semen shot into me. The feeling of his
warm come exploding deep into my womb, the feeling of my father coming
inside of me while I came on him, immediately redoubled my pleasure. It felt so
good I thought I was going to pass out.
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I screamed. “I’m coming for you. I’m coming for you.”
My father thrusted again and again, with each stroke another spurt of semen
shooting into me. Hot rope after hot rope filled me, juice trickling from between
my labia and running down the back of my thigh onto the bed. My father held
me tight against him as he thrusted, pressing hard to keep his cock inside of me
as I contracted tight around it.
“Baby…” he moaned. “Oh, my darling Leah…”
His orgasm lasted for almost thirty seconds. I didn’t think he would ever stop
coming, nor did I want him to Fold Up feeling of father and daughter coming
together, of our bodies joined together as the most powerful sensation…di
known ripped through me. Finally, my father gave a final thrust, his hips grinding
to a halt.
Aside from the storm raging outside, the only sound that could be heard as we
lay still in the dark apartment was our heavy breathing. I smiled, jerking every
now and then as the last of my orgasm coursed through me.
My father’s body relaxed against mine, his hand cupping my breast but no longer
massaging it. I wiggled my hips and we both gave a jerk and I giggled.
“Daddy, that was amazing
My father raised his head and kissed my cheek. I turned my head back until my
lips met his and our tongues swirled together. I kept my ass flush against his
pelvis, wanting to keep him inside of me forever.
“Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow?” I asked, breaking away from our kiss
and nuzzling his cheek. I wriggled my body against his, reaching a hand down
between my legs to stroke his tight ball sac and feel where his cock disappeared
between my tender lips. My father laughed quietly.
“I think I can stay another night, darling.”
“I never want you to leave. I want to spend every night just like this. Oh, I
love how you feel inside of me.”
1 stroked his testicles again, pleased with the way he groaned as I did. “I never
want to leave either, sweetheart.”
“You’re my dream, Daddy.”