Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

"MAKE IT HURT! PUH-LEASE MAKE IT HURT!"

I don't think I even knew what I was saying. But – then again – I must have, or else I wouldn't remember what my words were. I remember thinking that it didn't sound like me at all screaming those sexy words. I had changed into another person. A new me was emerging as Daddy rammed his cock into my dripping cunt harder and harder.

I came again.

Then again.

I snapped orgasms off in quick succession for him.

It was incredible.

I could feel the muscles on the inside of my pussy working.

I squeezed and tugged him each time he withdrew with his cock.

I sucked his cock with my cunt. I wanted to suck him dry again.

I wanted to make sure that he enjoyed fucking my pussy just as much as he had fucking my face earlier.

He released his grip from the sides of my hips.

Daddy slid his palms flat across my soft loins underbelly.

Without missing a beat, Daddy cupped my huge breasts.

My tits felt like they were swollen to twice normal size.

I felt like I was ninety percent cunt and ten percent tits.

I could feel Daddy's the cheeks of my ass.

That contact made beat out our rhythm.

I let out a deep groan of pleasure each time he rammed deep in my quim.

My twat felt used.

Abused.

Wonderful!

My deep groans turned into squeals of pleasure when I came.

And I came often.

It got to the point where I was having difficulty telling, my orgasms apart. They were running together so that they felt like one gigantic come.

"I CAN'T STOP COMING, DADDY!" I wailed. My face was contorting.

I realized at that moment that my lust was insatiable.

There was no limit to the number of orgasms I could have.

I wasn't going to stop coming until Daddy ended the act with the spilling of his slippery sliver seed.

I could tell that Daddy was approaching his climax. He picked up the pace of the fuck rapidly until he was plowing my poontang as hard and fast as he could.

I guess it was a good thing that the inside of my cunt was so plentifully lubricated, or else he would have surely blistered my inner pussy with the friction he was creating.

His moans and groans were coming with each of his rapid exhales, and each moan was a little louder and higher in pitch than the one before it.

I knew that Daddy was right on the edge so I worked the muscles inside my cunt to tug and squeeze at his dick stem even harder than before.

Daddy was to later tell me that the inside of my cunt felt as if it were filled with a million magic fingers that had all been there especially to enhance his orgasmic pleasure.

Daddy later informed me that I had the most talented cunt he had ever fucked – and you had better believe that that filled me with a deep pride. I was so satisfied with the knowledge of my full-fledged womanhood that I could taste it.

I swear.

No shit.

Then Daddy rammed his cock all the way into my cunt.

I could feel the shaft getting thicker and harder.

Daddy had his palms cupped over my tits. I could feel my nipples throbbing against the centers of his palms. He had his fingers wide apart so he could clutch and fondle my breast flesh completely during his savage release. I could feel his cock spasming.

Convulsing.

All of his muscles tensed.

He arched his back sharply so that his loins were out in front of the rest of his body and flung his head back so that he was facing the ceiling of the bedroom.

But he couldn't see the ceiling.

His eyes were clenched so tight that his lids were wrinkled and deep lines had formed at their corners, stretching toward the throbbing veins in his temples.

He filled me with his semen.

At that moment I snapped off my last come of the fuck.

My best come.

My most intense climax by far. That was because we were coming simultaneously, and that is a sign of good love-making no matter who's scorecard you are looking at.

Being a romantic little girl I suppose, I thought that there was only one orgasm – and that Daddy and I were sharing it for a few seconds.

We screamed together.

We sang a duet in homage of the ecstasy we shared.

I could feel Daddy's cock losing its rigidity quickly.

He softened inside me, giving me a chance to relax.

His cock throbbed hard as the blood pumped out of the shaft.

He loosened his grip on my tits but kept his hands there.

I could feel my bliss being replaced by my glow. Superb.

Divine!

Finally, Daddy pulled his cock out of my cunt and I collapsed on my belly.

It never occurred to me that I was making a bloodstain on the rug.

I kept my milky white thighs parted to a right angle.

I felt like I would never cross my legs again. After a moment catching my breath I rolled onto my back.

I looked up at my loving Daddy with an expression of adoration.

Daddy returned my gaze of sincere affection warmly.

I looked at his cock.

The force of gravity was beginning to have an effect on the tip – which was drooping between his thick muscular thighs.

I could see that his cock was covered with crimson blood.

My blood!

Blood from the wound that opened when my cherry popped.

The blood was gathered thickest in a ring around the base.

It was already starting to harden and get crusty.

It was only then that I sat up and looked between my own legs.

I winced when I saw my splattered thighs and ravaged cunt.

The flow of blood had already stopped so I wasn't worried.

But I hadn't anticipated making such a mess, if you know what I mean.

"Let me get a sponge to clean us off," Daddy said.

"I want to do something before that," I said mischievously.

"What's that?" Daddy asked, tilting his head to one side.

"I want to lick the blood off of your dick," I said.

"Pumpkin, you don't have to do that," Daddy replied.

I could tell by the tone of voice that he wanted me to. "Daddy. I'm not in the mood to take no for an answer," I said.

"I get the picture."

"Get on your back."

He obeyed.

I found that I wasn't disgusted at all by the taste of my blood and I licked his cock enthusiastically until it was as clean as a whistle.

"Let's take a shower," Daddy said when I was done.

That sounded like a wonderful idea to me, I was starting to feel crusty down between my legs and I could tell that Daddy wasn't into cleansing me the same way I had cleansed him.

We got off the bed.

I was very sore.

Daddy had to help me to the john.

I was walking bow-legged!

I sat on the toilet and made a tinkle. I winced. It hurt a little to urinate.

Daddy stood over me and watched with his thick arms crossed securely on his strong hairy chest. He smiled.

It had been many years since Daddy had watched me go to the bathroom. Since I was very little. But I still remembered how nice it used to be when I was a tot having Daddy in the john with me. I felt just as secure at sixteen with him as I had when I was four.

"Let me wipe you," Daddy said.

He tore off a handful of toilet paper.

I leaned back against the white porcelain tank behind me.

I parted my knees and pressed my toes against the tiled floor.

Daddy wiped the excess pee from my pussy slit gingerly.

He dropped the paper to the water below and I flushed without getting up.

I could feel a spray of cool water on my hot ass cheeks.

"How do you like your shower?" Daddy asked me sweetly.

"Steamy hot!" I said with a big happy smile.

"Good – me too!" Daddy said. He pulled back the shower curtain.

"I want you to soap me up all over my body," I said to him.

"Ummmm, sounds good," he said. He turned on the water.

The water pressure is always good at our house. The water comes out of the shower nozzle in needles of hot spray. I could see the steam rising toward the ceiling of the bathroom. The bathroom needed a paint job I noticed. The paint above the tub was starting to crack and peel. I could tell that it wouldn't be long before both the mirror on the medicine cabinet and the full-length mirror mounted on the inside of the bathroom door would both be steamed over completely. The room would be soon as foggy as a London night. Daddy adjusted the temperature until it was perfect and helped me into the tub. We washed each other thoroughly. We paid special attention to each other's genitalia. I, personally, wanted all of my nooks and crannies to be squeaky clean, because I sensed that our sex session for the day was not through. There was still that annoying craving in my bowels that needed to be satisfied.

I was getting very hot again.

Daddy lathered my tits and fondled them.

He pinched lightly at my nipples.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, pumpkin?"

"I want you to fuck me again," I said.

"I can feel the ache already," he said.

"But not in my cunt," I said.

He tilted his head a little to one side and raised an eyebrow.

"Where?"

I pulled my ass cheeks open and pointed in between.

"That will hurt," he warned.

"But I need it so very badly, Daddy," I exclaimed.

There was no doubt a note of desperation in my voice.

He nodded. I dropped to my knees in front of him. I kissed his balls. I flicked the tip of my tongue across his scrotum. I lapped at his nuts and sucked them gently. His cock was growing hard. I pinned the head of his cock to his flat belly with the tips of my fingers so that the tip was pointing toward the cracked ceiling of the bathroom. I placed the tip of my tongue on the base of his cock and flicked back and forth. I moved upward until I was playfully flicking at the swollen lips alongside his urethra. I sucked him for a couple of seconds until I could tell that his erection was complete. I then stood and turned my back to him. I placed the palms of my hands flat on the tiled wall in front of me with my fingers apart and moved my feet as far apart in the white porcelain tub as I could get them. I pressed my anklebones against the sides of the tub and bent forward at the waist so that my boobs dangled low beneath my chest above my rib-cage. Daddy soaped up the crack of my ass and then his cock.

I knew that my sphincter muscle – that cute pink asterisk – was going to have to stretch further than it had ever stretched before.

The pole that Daddy was about to thrust into my nether eye was a hell of a lot thicker than anything I had ever forced out of that back-door passageway – if you know what I mean.

He held my ass cheeks apart and slid the slippery tip of his dick up and down the crack of my ass. Then he held my buttocks separated with his left hand exclusively, so he could use his right hand to guide the head of his throbbing phallus to its super-tight target.

He moved his cock shaft to the appropriate angle.

"Stick it in, Daddy," I said.

Daddy tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks.

"FUCK MY ASS HARD! OH YES, DADDY!" I hollered. My voice echoed against the tiled wails of the medium-sized bathroom. I could feel the shower water beating down on my back in between my rather sharp shoulder blades.

Daddy pushed forward with his hips.

My asshole stretched open slowly. Oh yes, there was pain. But it was wonderful pain. Intrinsically sexual pain. I realized that the line between pleasure and pain was very slim. My sphincter was gaping. All of the puckers in my rectum were smoothed by the girth of his pulsating purple cockhead.

Daddy managed to get the head of his cock past the tight tube of muscle at my anus and into the softer – more elastic – flesh of my inner bowels.

I could tell that he wasn't going to stop thrusting until all eight inches of his dick were inside my ass, filling in me more than I could have dreamed.

I felt sharp pains in my belly, and then cramps. I could that Daddy had opened a wound and drawn blood with his glans for the second time that day – and I don't think it was noon yet!

He pushed his dick all the way into my cunt and fucked my ass gloriously. He made my asshole feel like it was going to pop right out of my fanny.

He fucked for a long time.

I have no idea how long.

He pinched my nipples as he buggered me from the rear incestuously. Just before he came he ran his fingertips down the front of my body, over my soft underbelly.

His right forefinger worked its way through the center of my pubic patch straight toward my clit. There was no time to be subtle, he knew.

He pressed the tip of his curious digit against my love button very hard, pressing the ball of fiery flesh against the base of my bucking pubic bone.

He worked his fingertip back and forth across my little man in the boat as hard and fast as he could and I began to come in a matter of seconds.

I came.

He came.

We came together once again. I could feel my bowels convulsing around his cock as he spasmed, and even my third hole wanted to suck the spunk from his sack.

He plowed all the way into me. My asshole gripped the base of his tremendous tool of masculinity and once again I could feel the tip of his dick pressing against a spot that I would have sworn couldn't have been reached from the outside.

And then it was over. That was our first morning together.

We have been making it ever since. Often and very hot.

But I have to admit that I feel envy when I see other girls dating.

I feel as if a part of my childhood has been robbed. Maybe I am succumbing to the guilt I feared when my sexual relationship with my father first began.

I have to admit that I have been having trouble sleeping lately, and I have lost weight. I know that there are circles under my eyes that weren't there before.