How did it happen Pt. 07
Firstly, thank you to all of my followers and readers. I'm quite aware that my stories aren't for everyone, and I'm content with that, I write the stories that I like, in the hope that others like them too.
This story continues a consensual incestuous relationship between a father and his adult daughter. It's a work of fiction, posted to an erotic story site. If that's not your thing, please don't read any further, there's literally thousands of other stories out there that'll suit you.
If this is your thing, read on and I hope that you enjoy it!
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I was exhausted but very content in the arms of my beautiful daughter. Despite my weariness, Abby's kisses awake my sore member again.
Gently and insistently she rolled me on top of her. Snaking her hand between us, she gently grasped my erection. She rubbed my up and down her wetness, sending shivers through both of us.
"Please Daddy? Just once more? Before we stop?" She whispered.
I didn't think twice and gently eased my aching member into her swollen entrance. I was so sensitive it was nearly too much to bear. Abby moaned softly, sucking in breath adjusting her own sore body to me.
I held myself there as our bodies intertwined and I placed my lips gently on hers.
"Oh Daddy" she breathed quietly into my mouth.
So here I was, a broken & confused man, seduced and blackmailed by my own daughter, coming to the realisation that I wanted her as much as she appeared to want me. I had willingly entered her, the animal lust gone, replaced by a need to be close to her. To hold and be held. To kiss, caress and explore her body.
I loved my daughter, Abby was and always would be my little girl, but she was also a 19 year old goddess. Long natural blonde hair, cascading passed her shoulders, long toned legs, flat hard stomach and firm full breasts.
How could any man not love her? Not want her? I was no different. I'd fought it and fought it. Each time losing the battle and giving into my lust, taking her and being taken by her, each surrender sweet and exciting, yet guilt ridden and full of conflict.
Until now.
Now I was inside my Abby, willingly. I smiled to myself enjoying the feeling of her squeezing my member gently as she drifted in and out of sleep.
Neither of us was likely to cum again, we'd both spent ourselves out, but the feeling was just as good.
Age however was my enemy and my once proud member began to wilt despite the erotic thoughts and wonderful sensation of being inside her.
Abby let out a muffled groan of disappointment as I slipped from her, to compensate I placed a gentle kiss on her lips again, and for a while we must have drifted off to sleep.
The day was ticking on however. Time was running out before my wife came home. Reluctantly, I disentangled myself from Abby, leaving her sleeping contentedly naked on her bed.
I headed to the shower, reality intruding back into my life again. But the guilt still hadn't come back as I stepped into the shower, the hot water beating down on my skin, washing away my sin.
I closed my eyes and immediately images of the last few hours flashed through my mind. I soaped myself, paying more attending to my shaft than perhaps was decent, and I slowly became hard again remembering Abby's body, as I massaged the soap into my aching shaft.
Reaching further back in my memory, images of Abby in the changing room & in the restaurant sent jolts to my proud member again. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back under the hot water, letting it caress my scalp and trickle over my skin, as I continued to rub my penis.
Suddenly I felt fingers brushing my tip then gently wrap themselves around my shaft, pushing my own fingers away, and pulling my tip to nuzzle against warm flesh.
Slowly opening my eyes, my incredible daughter stood before me, her own eyes closed as she rubbed my tips across her lower stomach trailing me down toward her sex. My cock gave a fierce jerk, sending pleasure and pain through me, reminding my of the abuse it had had in the last few hours.
But still I remained hard and Abby massaged me expertly. I pulled her toward me, the hot water splashing her and caressing both of us now as our lips met again, my hands ran down her body, one cupping her breast the other her firm ass, whilst she pulled on my cock more urgently now.
Turning her I moved her against the tiled wall and lifted her leg. She gasped as her back touched the cold surface, but groaned into my mouth as she positioned me at her entrance. I pushed gently and slipped into her. We were tired, sore and aching, but somehow the hot water and sexual adrenaline spurred us on as I sank into her again and again.
Our rhythm built, and we couldn't keep our lips together, Abby held me tight and buried her head into my shoulder moaning.
By rights I shouldn't have lasted, an older man like me just doesn't have the same stamina (or cum reserves!) as a young man. I wasn't long before I felt the familiar tightening in my scrotum, this time accompanied by the ache again, my body telling me it just couldn't cope for much longer.
As the first tingle raced up my shaft I pulled myself from her, reading my thoughts, her hand shot down grasping my shaft and quickly began to jerk me, my shaft laying across her open slit and my tip nuzzling her mound. With one last explosion of breath I came. A weak spurt of cum cascaded from me, pooling on Abby's soft mound, slowly followed by another. My body jerked and I groaned and gasped for breath.
Abby cooed and signed contentedly as she gazed down between our bodies watching my seed trickle and wash away in the hot water.
I was spent, all my energy disappeared and my legs threatened to give way, I virtually collapsed against Abby as she hugged me tightly, all but supporting me.
"I love you Daddy" she murmured.
"I love you too baby" I breathed as the water beat down on our entwined bodies washing away our sin.
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The next 2 weeks were agony, I had no opportunity to be with Abby alone. Work, study, social commitments all conspired to keep us apart. I forbade her from sending messages, terrified that my wife would find the messages on my phone. So we were stuck with fleeting trysts, never more than a cuddle and quick kiss.
After nearly getting caught in such a clinch, Abby made the decision to cool it off. I was not happy. I must have seemed like petulant child as I pouted my disapproval.