Authors' notes: This is a joint work written by qqnforyou6 (Allen) and angelove_2001 (Brei). We appreciate ANY and ALL feedback, so please feel free to comment on likes, dislikes, and offer any suggestions. For more incest works, see Allen's profile. Thank you.
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(Brei)
The most exciting thing happened today. I met a guy online, and not just any guy. Older, more sophisticated, knowledgeable and oh-so-interesting! We even talked about fantasies, sexual ones. I was sitting at my desk in my room, getting so horny as we chatted. Pretty soon I was reaching between my legs in between sentences, pressing softly and slowly into the place where my pleasure lay.
This guy was amazing. He had me telling him things I had told no one else in my whole life. He asked me straight out if I'd ever fantasized about fucking my father. I was a little shocked at his forthrightness, but answered promptly. "Yes..."
He seemed to get really turned on by that, and told me that he too had ongoing fantasies about being able to fuck his little girl.
Then he asked me something more, "Would you call me daddy?"
I was speechless, and unable to type a reply for just an instant. But I realized that he was indeed old enough to be my dad, and that this would be an excellent opportunity to bring to life all the dark thoughts I'd hidden in my mind all these years. So I typed, "YES."
It was like a spark ignited us, and I responded to his questions as he immediately took control. I told him that I was home on summer break as I'd just completed my third year of college. This fall I'd be a senior, and I'd really have to get serious in my studies. I'd been goofing off way too much, partly because I was smart and the schooling was so easy for me, partly because I just like to have fun.
I'd had my share of dates, but none of them satisfied me. I was always careful sexually, but at the same time, I always longed for something more. And in the back of my mind, though I didn't want to admit it, I knew what I was missing. Daddy.
I'd had daddy fantasies for years, lying on my bed masturbating, humping my pillow, pretending it was my father. None of the guys my age measured up to my fantasy of Daddy. They were always too immature, they came too quick and they always wanted to pick a fight. I got tired of it, and that's why I started browsing the chat rooms with names like "Older Men for Younger Women," and "Daddy's Naughty Little Girl."
And that's how I met this guy, the guy I've chosen to call Daddy. I didn't know what he looks like, but know that I want to play out this fantasy as far as I can.
He learned a lot about me today. I found out that he was chatting from work, at his office. "You know, baby, that you're turning daddy on and he'll have to do something about it, don't you?" he typed.
I replied, "Yes, Daddy, I know that. And I wish you could feel my cunt, Daddy. It's quite wet."
"Good! That's how Daddy likes his little girl, you know."
I couldn't believe how hot this guy, this guy I called "Daddy," was making me. But then he said he had to go. I was a little disappointed, but new that my father would be home soon, so agreed to chat with him at the same time tomorrow. He wrote before he logged off, "Now don't you do anything naughty with your own daddy now!"
I typed back, "LOL...no, I don't think he even is into this sorta thing, though he is good-looking. I couldn't go through with that though. Just too risky, though I DO fantasize."
He replied, "lol...well, later, baby. Daddy's gotta run down the hall and take care of the raging hard-on you've given him."
And with that, he was gone.
I climbed out of my chair and realized my legs were cramped. I'd been sitting so still for a long time.
I walked past my bed to the full-length mirror on the wall. I posed, arching my back, jutting out my tits. I ran my hands appreciatively down my stomach. My tight faded blue jeans hugged my hips, ass and thighs, and the holes in the knees only made them sexier. Since I was lounging around at home, I had on a tight little t-shirt and hadn't bothered to put on a bra.
My feet were bare and my toenails were painted a dark shiny shade of red. I looked at my feet, and suddenly needed to be naked, needed to see myself, needed to feel my soft skin.
I stripped off my jeans and t-shirt. I looked back at my reflection and noticed the dark spot of wetness that showed through the silk of my pink g-string. My lips looked swollen even through the material.
I slowly tugged the underwear over my hips, down my thighs, sliding over my calves and to my feet. I kicked them aside and sat down on the softly carpeted floor in front of the mirror. My B-size breasts were perky, firm, with nipples that were hard in anticipation. My online flirting had me so turned on.
I frequented the college gym, and was pleased to see the muscles in my thighs, my stomach, my arms, were visible and nicely toned. I also tanned year round, in the nude. I felt better with a little color on my skin. As I looked at myself in the mirror I thought, 'I wonder if Dad would like the way I look.' Just as quickly as that thought entered my mind, I shook my head to clear it. 'Stop it, Brei, you know Dad doesn't think of you that way.'
I smoothed my fingers over my legs, and up to my crotch. My breathing was already quickening in anticipation, and I lightly grazed my pussy lips with my long nails.
I gasped. The sensation of that alone almost put me over the edge. I couldn't wait. Dad would be home soon, and I knew I wasn't going to be quiet when I came, and did I ever want to cum.
I thrust one finger deep inside my cunt. My juices had coated my thighs, and I felt it flooding around my finger. I fucked myself until my hips were humping into my hand.
I took my finger out of my steaming cunt and moved to my clit. "Ohhhhhhh, yeah....." I sighed, as I moved my hand insistently over the little bud. But I wanted more. Needed something inside me.
