Chapter 9
That night, after you had spent an hour or so washing away the days excesses together, she followed you to your room. Smelling of soap and shampoo she slipped beneath your covers without askance or shame. You made no comment. There was no point. You and your daughter were simply at a degree of closeness where one bed was as good as another. It would simply make your midnight wandering unnecessary. She was here, naked and pure in your arms. Happy to be used as a human tissue, a cloth for all your sordid spillage. She wrapped her soft thighs around your cock and settled down into sleep, accepting your erection as just part of her nightwear. You found yourself oddly able to drift off, even as half your heart pumped between her legs. But you dreamed of being back inside her once more, that brief moment still scoured into your memory. Only to awake through the night, just at the point of orgasm, your cum spurting out to pool upon her skin or dribble down to the sheets. Sometimes these dreams seemed so real that you couldn't tear them from reality, waking in terrified sweats that you had just impregnated your own child. Only once did you catch yourself actually having slipped inside her though, quickly pulling yourself free to cum into the cool morning breeze while she dozed on.
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?!"
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.
Chapter 10
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 largeer 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."
She turned away to watch her own fingers tippy-toe across your skin. Tracing abstract patterns that tickled and tingled along your hyped up senses.
"I wouldn't even mind if I did get pregnant. Again, we could just say it was from some stupid boy at school who's now run away. It would give me an excuse to drop out early and just stay here with you. I could have a lovely little girl who was both a sister and my daughter and we could raise her together to see that love shouldn't be cut short for the people who are closest to each other in all the world..."
You had to stop this little daydream of hers before it got any further... or began to sound tempting. You let just a hint of your self-disgust enter your voice to make it sound flat, stern and commanding.
"You're not going to get pregnant and you shouldn't even think about dropping out of school. I won't let you throw away your life like that just to stay with me. We'll go to the clinic tomorrow and get you a morning after pill. And this is never happening again!"
She looked suitably cowed by that. But to you the words sounded empty and hypocritical, especially seeing as you still hadn't seen fit to pull out of her. Who were you to stamp on her dreams when you couldn't even tell when yours had become reality. How were you supposed to teach her to control her urges when your own were so wildly in control of you. Could you even go to sleep tonight without fearing you would grab hold and claim her again?
No more words were spoken that evening. You helped her up and carried her to the bathroom, her legs now tired and trailed with little paths of mixed liquid. You went straight to bed yourself, listening to the sound of running water as she freshened herself up and brushed her teeth. She came to your room once more, her own bed left vacant. You felt the weight of her joining the mattress but did not turn over. So she settled in behind you rather than in her usual alcove in front, lying a thin arm around your waist. It felt cold once more, not having a largeer body to wrap yourself around, but you bore the wanting. Who knows what your body did that night, but your mind stayed blank and dreamless. When you awoke she was already gone.
You drove out to pick her up from school, a rare occurrence these days what with it being an easy walking distance. The summer sun lined the sidewalks outside with a parade of long legs and short skirts. It was a good school, you could tell because the older students would often mill around for hours outside socialising or attending extra-curricular activities. You picked out your daughter immediately, unable to mistake that thin frame and nervous grace anywhere. She was chatting with one of her teachers, a prim young woman with curly blonde hair.
"Well hello there Sir! It's not often we get to see you. Though your lovely girl here is always telling us about your latest work. How's it coming along?"
Her tone was friendly, but in your current mindset it felt like an interrogation. You just wanted to get going and see this done. "Slowly. Been a bit distracted lately. We've got an appointment to get to."
"Oh, yes of course! Go on lovey and get yourself going." She waved your daughter round the car, blushingly apologetic. But then leaned in close to you to speak in quieter tones.
"Of course we've heard about your situation at home, it must be very tough for the pair of you. I just thought you'd like to know that after a rocky couple of months she seems to be doing much better now, her grades have never been higher. It's a testament to you as a single parent that your girl is bouncing back from this so well."
Seeing your daughter enter the other door of the car she backed off, leaving your heart racing. For a second there you'd thought 'your situation at home' meant... but of course it didn't. She was just a caring teacher concerned how your wife's absence was affecting her student. As you pulled away she waved cheerily and shouted: "Don't forget the last parent-teacher meeting before summer is next week! I look forward to seeing you there!" Your daughter smiled sweetly at you as the car rumbled along. "I think Miss Fae likes you Dad." She joked, casually reaching out to lay a hand on your inner thigh.
The clinic waiting room was all white walls and information leaflets. Being the after school slot it was mainly filled with various pockets of young girls, giggling with each other around the one worried-looking friend they'd come to escort. You couldn't help noticing some of them were eyeing you up with the newly measured glances of harlots-to-be. Your daughter must also have noticed for she had taken your hand tightly and was shooting evil glances at them. An old woman opposite grinned at you politely, speaking up above the babble with a voice like sloppy gravel.
"Nice to see a father looking out f'r his girl like this. It's not somethin' you see much these days... Have you run off whichever boy got her inta trouble?" Both you and your daughter blushed with embarrassment over this intrusion, but the old gossip took no notice. If only she knew the truth you thought, she'd be over the moon, telling everyone she met for weeks about the vile pervert and his slutty daughter.
Instead she waited until your child was called away by a nurse, to face down the doctor, alone and strong. Before stating, loudly and proudly: "No, she's a good girl that one. Daddy's little angel. You can see it in 'er eyes. You two have something very special, I'd wager, a love that's bigger than busses. You look after that angel now mister, whoever she chooses to mess around with. If you've raised her all 'ese years you gotta trust she knows who she's picken' and why she's picken' em! She'll always know where she's safest! Right in her Daddy's arms eh?"
From here the woman simply dissolved into a bubbling cackle. The sound pneumonia might make after telling whiskey lung a dirty joke. You were glad when your daughter reappeared a short while later, beaming at you in her own bubbling fashion. She practically skipped back to the car, waving the paper prescription bag she held around like a gold nugget from the river. Only once you were inside and on the move did she inform you what it contained.
"Contraceptives pills!" She grinned, as if those words themselves were comparable to Christmas day and several birthdays. "Enough to last us for months!" She opened the package there and then and gulped one down without a drop of water. You couldn't help your mind jumping to thoughts of how she'd developed such skills.
"They gave me the big one which means all the times you've cum in me already shouldn't matter, then wanted to have a little chat about my 'sexual relations'."
She anticipated your glance across at her here, and had a clever smirk well prepared.
"I told them I was in a long term relationship with an older man, but that he was very respectful and never asked me to do anything I didn't want to do. They asked if you knew him and said 'Yes, very well.' which seemed to cheer them up. They said I was lucky to have such a good lover and father and I agreed wholeheartedly!"
She swung her arms around you at this and kissed you on the cheek, luckily at a moment when you weren't liable to swerve off the road. Then in a wholly different voice, a silken whisper she directed right into your ear, she said:
"If only they knew they were one and the same person, huh Dad? And that these pills meant you can fuck me over and over and over, every day of the week, and not have to worry about a thing!"
This time you nearly did crash the car, but the girl hardly noticed. She was already creeping her way down your chest toward your crotch. She didn't ask or consider, simply unzipped your fly and drew out your cock. You hated how quickly it leapt to her touch now, jumping into her hands and towards those soft lips. Your daughter swallowed you whole in broad daylight, chasing down the pill that seemed to have sealed your fate. The doors of your car were probably high enough to hide her activities, probably, but still the risks burned into you. Burned almost as hot as the vicious delight of her lapping tongue. The fact that you could be discovered at any moment, by any passing truck or SUV, only heightened your spiking nerves as she guzzled upon them. At one point you caught a red light only to have a cop car pull up alongside. You tried defiantly not to look over. The driver was on the far side and his partner appeared to be dozing. The oblivious sword-swallower below made a particularly loud gurgle and your neck crunched round to catch the steering officer directly in the eye... He tipped his hat and drove on.
Still your heart couldn't take much more, you turned right on out of suburbia. Away from all the probing stares and traffic lights. Away from all the strangers who might recognise you and places you'd been before. Out into the country. Out toward the sea. Once you were away from the oppression of overhanging buildings you could begin to relax once more. She really was a fantastic cocksucker, the daughter you'd raised. Even in such confined spaces and amidst the rumbling sway of the vehicle, she never missed a beat. Never caught you with a tooth she didn't mean to. Never seemed to tire or need to come up for air. Never got bored of devoting herself to the task, until it was done and she had received her mouthful reward.
She licked you clean but left your pants wide open and your meat exposed, as if always considering the possibility of a second helping. She gave you a cummy grin, showing off to you that she hadn't quite finished playing with her meal yet, before sitting up to work out where you were. Seemingly content with your choice of direction she pulled out a pair of sunglasses and proceeded to spend the next fifteen minutes or so dipping her fingers into her own mouth. Swirling her own little pool of salty goop around to make sticky, translucent strings then suck it back off each digit. You simply watched in silence, turning off up an old coast road and enjoying the lazy drive sunshine. Eventually she gave up and swallowed her prize, lying back to hang her long, slender legs out the window. Her toes wriggled and twinkled in the wind, painted an unusually girly pink. She rested her head on your shoulder and just let the world slide by.Chapter 11
Who knows how long you drove. It was a good long while at least, meandering gently along winding roads, some busy, some not. Always keeping the sea twinkling to your left. A few large seaside towns passed by. You sped on through, just wanting to be free of people for a while. About an hour after ejaculating into your daughter's mouth it finally began to dawn on you that you couldn't keep going forever. The sun was beginning to sink, glinting rosy-gold off the mirrored surfaces of her sunglasses. You couldn't even tell if she was awake or asleep, head still resting against your shoulder. But you knew she was waiting, quietly and patiently. Letting you shift through the tracks in your own head until you were finally here, in this moment, rather than trapped in the past or worrying about the future. Around the bend ahead the world opened up to you, the road cresting a long wide cliff, worn in by the sea. A rough and tumble track spilt precariously off down this toward an empty car-park, clearly there only to allow access off onto a jutting headland. Tree coated and rocky, this spit of land called to you: a path that led nowhere, visited by no-one. You sidled the car onto it, trundling in and out of potholes. The bumps and bounces shook a waking smile onto your child's face, she had to relinquish her sprawl and hold onto her seat. It was an adventure in the old fashioned sense, the kind you both had embarked on when she was young. Chasing her mother off into the wilderness while she picked directions seemingly at random. That was you missed most of her really you thought... the spontaneity. The ability to make mundane life magic by just saying 'the hell with it' and running naked across a field. You weren't the sort to do that on your own.
You parked the car and stepped out to stretch, legs cramped from all that pent up energy, both fear and pleasure. Your little girl was fishing around in the back of the car for something, giving quite a grand view of her short-skirted bottom. With a squeak of triumph she emerged with her sandals, having ditched her proper school shoes and socks long before. Looking at you she immediately grinned both sheepishly and cheekily. Looking down, you suddenly realised your cock was still hanging loose in the wind, your pants unbuckled and drooping. You quickly fixed this, but she was looking thoughtful, standing up on the seat of the car and scanning the horizon intently. Apparently reaching a decision, she calmly stepped down to the ground, bent over, and removed her skirt. Promptly followed by all the rest of her clothing. This she bundled up into a heap, threw into the car and closed the door upon, pausing only to slip into her sandals. There she proudly stood, free for the world to be awed by, pale skin turning to honey in the setting sun. You could not argue with her decision, the universe at large wouldn't let you. She was her mother's child and the most beautiful creature you had ever laid eyes upon. You simply nodded and let her take your arm, setting off along the only path available.
Had anybody actually been looking down from those tall cliffs above, you would have just looked like two dots clinging to one another. Wholesome lovers wandering as wholesome lovers will. Had they brought binoculars they might well have been able to cough about the short young lady's courage. They'd not be able to see the years between you though, nor the blood you both shared. They'd certainly go back for another look anyway. Just to make sure...
The path was wonky and uneven. It skimmed and skirted between boulders and slanting trees. Some of these your naked monkey-child climbed. Some of them you joined her in. She would swing down from a branch upside down to plant a kiss on your lips. Or swing down right way up from a little bit higher, catching your head between her legs and demanding you lap at her other lips for awhile, as toll for passage. At one point she found a branch of the perfect height to give you access between her legs while below she opened your pants once more. You had to hold onto her feet to stop her falling and could not get much space between her thighs with her legs so close together. Still, it was yet another new thrill to slide into her throat this way round, and have her swing haphazardly with every thrust. Sadly neither of you had time to get very far before all the blood rushed to her head and she felt too dizzy. You helped her down with a bit of a bump and just lay playing with each other for awhile, gradually building upon the buzz of sexual tension between you.
Yet, you were in no hurry. Once she could see straight once more you moved on again, ever heading out to the sea. Beyond a certain point the trees began to thin, then almost stop altogether. You were exposed now, to the wind and the sky, on a grassy lump stubbornly piercing the ocean. Waves lapped down below either side of you and your daughter danced through the spray, her hair stuck up at all angles and breasts bouncing along. At the point, three great stone shards jutted out toward the water, the solid guardians that had stopped this piece of land from eroding. Of course she instantly climbed up on the greatest of them, even sandals now abandoned for want of better grip. She waltzed right to the very tip, though it was quite a careful waltz by the end. Then she stood there, a silhouette against the sun, burning the perfection of her curving form into the back of your eyes. She was incredible, that girl you had made. Incredible and irresistible.
You climbed up after her, discarding your shoes and... after a moment's hesitation, all your clothes as well. There was something distinctly freeing about clambering about there, all the sheaths and protection of the modern world discarded. You felt the push and pull of the wind. The slight sting of the sea it carried with it. The warmth of the sun, mellow now as it grew tired from its day's scorching work. You thought this must have been what the earliest men had felt, thousands of generations before you. Staring down that same sea from quite possibly these same rocks, though surrounded by a very different coastline. They wouldn't have felt so choked by other's glaring judgement. Wouldn't have had to seek out such faraway slices of momentary peace.
You gazed at your daughter on her pinnacle precipice. Followed the path of her from dirty soled feet, one balancing on its ball as she craned a little extra height against the horizon. Up long smooth legs, crooked at an angle between which the sea glimmered. Past milky thighs you now knew oh so well, having dwelt between them for hours uncountable. Over the gentle rolling hills of her bottom, neither too big or too large but ever swaying, bouncing to a rhythm only she knew. It had some dust and tree debris stuck to it currently, evidence of your time spent rolling around with her short ages past. Now came an arched back, ever bending and stretching to accommodate your eyes or wants. Pulling those breasts up to bound at your leisure, a dance you could never grow tired of watching. You could just about see one from your angle, its tender nipple pointing into the wind. Finally her head, tufted with carefree hair. Bearer of oh so many different smiles, those that meant yes and those that meant no. Those that enticed you ever to make up your own mind and those that held dirty little secrets you could only hope to discover. Her body was phenomenal, but it was that mind that you could not find an end to. All of this was by her will, you had begun to realize it slowly but surely. She held dark dreams within that skull that you could hardly begin to imagine. And the more she drew you in, the more you itched to follow them further. That was why you had to keep fighting... even as you surrendered to her. There had to be some pushback against her explorations.
But... not today. You had left all that behind as you drove. Here and now you could only think of what those ancestors of yours would do, having birthed such a magnificent creature. You crept up behind her on her pedestal and swept your arms around. She wasn't caught by surprise. She had been waiting for this for who knows how long: weeks, months, years? All her life perhaps. You kissed her neck and massaged her breasts, pinching those sensitive nipples between finger and thumb. She reached up behind and stroked your hair, pulling you down for a long slow kiss, while her body leant back into your own. You reached down to her pussy and found it ready and waiting, soppy with the thought of having you here. You slid your hardness between her legs and felt the anticipation shiver through all of her. The clasp of her outer folds already lubricating your shaft. She bent forward from your kiss, grasping the very tip of the rock in both hands then looked back at you, all hunger and expectation. You would not make her wait longer. You slid back and then forward, up and then in. The rare coldness of your most delicate parts in the wind replaced by the soft warmth of their true calling. You grasped her hips and pulled, with strength but not aggression, driving yourself all the way home to her depths. She closed her eyes while still looking back at you, a smile of pure tranquility on her face. Then leant down toward the rock-face, tightening her grip for what was to come. You pulled back... and pushed forward. The tightness of her still not quite ready for you, but squeezing lightning up your back. Back and then forward. Still inching deeper into her passage. Back... and then forward. She raised her head mouth agape, gasping her delight at the ocean.
Now the real work began. As her walls began to welcome you it became easier and easier to push through them. You slid in and out of your child at an ever-increasing pace, feeling her own hips begin to bounce back to meet you. She stared out at the ocean with catching breaths, tuning to the thrust of you. "Yes!" She told that great plain of water. "Oh, yes Daddy! Fuck me!" The sea ignored her, there was nothing it hadn't seen before. But you complied with all your heart, increasing your pace yet more. Relishing the fact that she could yell such things till blue in the face without a fear in the world, and determining to make her try. You thrust into her hard now, trusting the surprising strength of her thin frame and the determination of the rock she held on to. Not that you were sure you could stop even if the ground fell from beneath your feet. She felt divine to be inside. A wonder to plough into. Now you understood why even half-asleep you had wholly taken her. Your daughter was a gift to love itself, a cocksleeve like no other. You pumped and thrust and bucked against her. And for every ounce you gave she replied with her own, throwing her weight back off the stone and onto your flesh. "FuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuuckMeeeeeeeeee" Her words became more chant than sentences, punctuated by periods of breathless moans.
She was beginning to buckle, down toward the cliff edge. Her arms drooping against all her stubbornness and the barrage of your thrusts. Pulling her back, you span her around, pinning her down now facing you. She looked stunned for an instant but then grabbed at you, splaying her legs up around you to pull you back into her. She reached her arms up around your neck to pull you in close for a kiss. You felt the first waves of an orgasm rock through her as she did, her legs writhing out at all angles while she shoved her tongue down your throat. You were not done yet though, so you only increased you pace once more, driving up into still places you had yet to reach inside her. As her orgasm fell away she had to pull back from the kiss, gasping for air and relief. She could barely focus on you, grinding slowly up the rock again as you reached the very edges of your strength and stamina.
"FillmeupDaddy! I want it inside me! I-want-it! I want your cum Dad! Fill me up!FillmeupfillMeup Fill. Me. Uuuuuuuuup!"
Her words were near gibberish, yelped through a mouth full of saliva. But you felt yourself still chained to such commands. With a final heaving effort your whole soul pulsated with the act of pouring semen into her. Your only child shrieked with pure unadulterated joy as she felt spurt after spurt of hot gunk flow into her. With a few last ricocheting thrusts you pushed it all in, filling her with all that you could give. Everything she had asked for. Then you collapsed, trapping her against the cliff, as the pair of you gazed into each others eyes and gulped for cool air.
Chapter 12
The two of you lay there, next to each other, in the last light of the day. For awhile you could get nothing out of your daughter but hyped up thank-yous, spieled out as her earlier demands had been: in delirious repetition. She rolled around with shaking limbs, unable to keep still with all the adrenaline still burning through her. Which revealed to you the state of her back. The stone plinth you lay on had been fairly smoothed by centuries of spray and rain, but several large chips of gravel had still scratched long red lines across her skin, stinging you more than her it would seem.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou... Oh, don't worry about that Dad. I'd lie down on broken glass if we got to do THAT again! It was awesome! Incredible! Amazing! Better even than that first time you grabbed me in the dark! In fact, seeing as you were fully awake this time, I declare THIS the moment you took my virginity!...Can we do it again in a sec?"
You could only smile at your hyperactive horndog of a daughter. No, you couldn't do it again. Not for a while at least... And to be honest, despite all that energy, you didn't think she could either. Helping her up, her legs were still shaking and she had to sit back down on your lap for a bit. Leaning against the rock that had apparently now inherited her virginity and leaking a little puddle of mixed juices onto your leg. It was getting dark now, the sun having stayed just long enough to watch you both climax, the old pervert. You needed to get back to the car before it became impossible to see. As soon as she felt she could walk you climbed back into your clothes and set off. Of course she had no options there, having locked her own outfit half a mile away. Summer or not, you soon spotted goose pimples rising across all her fair skin.
Fortunately you had brought your phone, so had some large light available. Still, picking your way along precarious cliffside paths in the dark was not well advised, particularly when one of you was wearing absolutely nothing but sandals. The waves on either side took on a more sinister sound now, as if telling you they had seen what you'd done. You were glad to get back into the wider, forested section of land. Your daughter stomped along happily though, at your arm or wandering ahead. She hummed absent minded little tunes to herself and looked out for the trees she'd climbed earlier. In the swaying light she became a grey ghost, flitting between the shadowy trees ahead. Small trails of silver slid down her inner legs, chasing drips of your semen as it escaped her young slit. Little wonder, considering how much you felt you'd poured into her. Your worries were creeping back up on you now, hoping those pills she'd got worked as they were supposed to. You shook them off though, you had come all this way to escape such thoughts, for the moment at least. She was pure and beautiful, and you had defiled her in a manner that was, in all honesty, quite satisfying. What was it about man that took such perverse joy in corrupting that which seemed most innocent? Watching her little ass bob you could still feel that primordial self of yours growing hungry again, remembering how it had felt to crash against it.
You made it back to the mainland without pouncing her to the ground once more however, and then other problems presented themselves. Lights. The flickering kind from a fire interspersed with the more directed beams of phones and torches. Some kind of party had descended upon the large patch of beach right next to your carpark. Kids, by the look of things, about your daughters age and having driven their half-owned teenage wagons down to drink, out of sight of parents or authorities. You turned off your own light immediately. Your daughter clung to the last tree on the path, looking decidedly nervous. There was a lot of open ground between you and the car and a whole selection of eyes to catch a naked girl and her father limping back from the middle of nowhere.
You rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Now it was her turn to worry you felt the parental need to take charge and calmly assess the situation. It wasn't impossible. The path to the carpark skirted higher than the beach, and was surrounded by patches of long wavy grasses. Even better, there was a shallow ditch to one side which looked like it could conceal a young body if she needed to duck herself into it. The best idea would be for you to casually walk back to the car like some avid late-night birdwatcher, signalling to your girl when it was safe to dash from one bit of cover to the next. Still, there were some long stretches without any obvious hiding spots and all it would take was one drunk kid turning around at the wrong moment...
There were no other options though. So as soon as you had explained the plan you both set off, the glint in your daughter's eye somewhere between pure terror and a return of that hyped up sexuality she'd been filled with before. This was as much a part of it as the sex for her, you realised and admired. Perhaps on leaving her clothes behind there had always been the slight, dark hope that something like this would happen, repressed only by her fear of the consequences.
The first half of your journey went almost too smoothly, you walked along at no great pace while she skipped from ridge to ridge, shadow to shadow. Like a rabbit sensing hawks. In fact it was only just as you were reaching the final slope up to the level ground of the car park, the point closest to their campfire, when disaster struck. A beam of light flicked on and swung directly toward you, blinding you without consideration or remorse. You heard the distinct rustle of your daughter diving into the ditch, huddling up to a miraculous little bush that had stubbornly planted itself in the sandy soil just where she needed it. Not that it was perfect cover, you could still see her perfectly in the outwash of the approaching stranger's light. The torch was held by a swaying boy in his late teens, as you expected. He seemed surprised to find you at the end of his light, despite having pointed it directly at you for his entire climb up from the beach.
He cheerfully said hello, in a doubtful slurring manner, as if still unsure whether you were a cop... or his mom. Once he realized you weren't he walked right past, clearly with other pressing needs on his mind. To your horror you watched him walk right up to the bush your daughter was hiding under, un-slinging his belt before he even got there. You had full view of your child's wide-eyed face, curled into a naked ball as the boy pulled up alongside. Just above her head he pulled out his cock and immediately began releasing an erratic stream of urine, over the top of her and into the ditch below. Noticing you were still present he was a bit nonplussed, but decided to spark up a conversation as to why you were here. Unable to focus on anything but your little girl's tortured expression, but needing to keep his attention away, you made up the most bullshit description of a long birdwatching trip you could think of, relying on him knowing as little about the subject as you did. It worked though, the boy was clearly so bored and unnerved by you he finished pissing as soon as he could and shuffled back off to join his friends. As soon as the coast was clear your daughter made a mad dash to the car, a streak of wonder in the moonlight. You walked after her at a steadier pace, not wanting to draw yet more attention.Once you both were inside she pulled her seatbelt straight on, between still exposed breasts, ordering you to "Just drive!" Only when you were safely back on the road did the pair of you burst out laughing. A mad, elated cackle that didn't really stop all the way home. "He splashed me a bit." She admitted in a half-disgusted, half-giggling tone. "And practically wiped it on my hair when he was finished and shaking. Ugh, boys are so disgusting... Why do you have to use the same thing I like to suck on as a hose? It makes me feel all dirty just thinking about it." She shivered, but didn't put her clothes back on all the way home. Trusting that your quiet road would be silent and empty when you finally pulled back onto it.