Overture
The Daddy-daughter pair strolled away from the brunch-time pool deck. Casey's heels clacked on the concrete walkway; her naked tits bobbled to her stride.
Lars' sandals flip-flopped to a similar slapping rhythm. Each wanted to appear calm and collected, but inside, despite a vigorous night of sexual shenanigans, the butterflies of eager lust urged them to hurry along. Waiting was a mild torture, but the journey was nearing its end as they approached her dorm room door.
She led him inside. The bed was the prominent feature, but other pieces filled the space: side tables, upholstered and wooden chairs, wall mirrors, and the usual accoutrements of a setup designed to be the place where sexual experimentation was expected.
Undressing was almost superfluous. It began with tentative kisses. Casey pressed her nipple pointed boobs against her Daddy's chest. Lars was tall, but her heels gave her added height, so she needed only to stretch a little to reach his lips. They smooched before she stood down to stare into his eyes.
His hands rubbed her back, sliding down to cup the exposed ass cheeks. He squeezed the toned globes. They would be good supports when he would soon be lying atop her, his cock stuck deep up her cunt.
But first, the unwrapping. He pulled the thong's side waist bowties. The center stayed in place, held there by the moisture tacking it to her pussy. She had anticipated these coming moments ever since she had been informed of the final acts of graduation at the first freshman orientation. Her cunt had been weeping genital oils ever since finding her Daddy at the pool.
Lars gripped the rear panel and dragged it backwards, pulling it through the crack of her pussy and ass. The friction on the sensitized membranes made her emit a guttural moan. He dropped the pastel panties on the floor.
He ran his middle finger through her crevasse, hooking upward and pressing his digit inside her hole. He fiddled an inch or two until she took a quick intake of breath: he had found her G-spot.
Casey had not been idle. Even as she continued to eye-lock her daddy, she had pulled the drawstring on his trunks and loosed the waist band, exposing his cock to her handling. She didn't look down, letting her fingers do the discovery. A couple of short strokes gained meaty substance, and her fingers rubbed the corona and the connected nook.
He withdrew his finger from her warm, juicy channel and brought it to her face. She kept one hand holding his cock and used the other to take his hand and turn it away from her lips and towards his mouth.
He opened and sucked off her vaginal dew. He took it out and leaned toward her, sharing the feminine flavor with a kiss.
The preludes are over; time to move from the overture to the main sexual concerto. She stepped back, posing in her best willing woman stance. She waited patiently, allowing him the prerogative of how he would choose to penetrate her body.
Daddy decided he would fuck his daughter in missionary.
But first, he held her torso, fingers curled around her ribcage, thumbs under her boobs, pressing them higher. He leaned in, kissing a tender, loving smooch on each nipple. Pushing further, he laid his little girl on the mattress. She scooted backwards, opening her legs, inviting him in.
He accepted. His cock was heated beyond retreat. As he sidled into her lower space, his bobbing cock tip took its leave, giving its own kiss to her pussy lips.
He laid his weight on hers. She placed her face so that their cheeks touched. He smelled her perfumed hair and the faint whiff of vaginal musk.
"Are you ready to receive your Daddy?"
She wiggled her hips, feeling his cock at her entrance,
"Yes... I am so ready... please, Daddy, please fuck your little daughter."
He reared up and plunged. His cock slipped to her innermost core, lubricated by the elongated foreplay. The room was filled with the sound of their mutual groans of pleasure.
But it was only the start. He pulled back slowly until he reached the discovered place. He jittered his corona on her G-spot. Her body erupted in riotous gyrations, rocking, rolling, and twisting. Lars couldn't decide if she was trying to aid the inner caresses or escape their electrifying sensations.
He really didn't care which was which; all he knew was that her motions were sending fine massages on his own hyper-actuated genital nerves.
He pulled almost out, and she wound down her writhing. Now it was his turn to use his body's energy to continue the sexual union.
He plunged in again, with a very short pause and a slow withdrawal, passing by the previous erogenous button and pushing deep again. That set the tempo and he power fucked his daughter at will.
It felt great and he fell into a mindless rhythm, feeling his cock swell and tingle throughout the act.
At last, he reached his limit. He plunged deep and erupted in his own ecstasy, having a full-body orgasm as his spunk flooded the latest womb to accept his treasure. That the womb was his own progeny made it all the better.
He clung tightly to her vibrating body, feeling each pump of spunk sluice up his urethra as it made its escape from the confines of his prostate. The liquid loaded with little swimmers coated her insides, seeking their evolutionary target.
But modern chemistry blunted the little gene pod's goal; Casey practiced contraceptives and would not get pregnant. She would control her destiny, postponing that eventuality for 'The One', her chosen lifetime partner. For now, and the near term, it was simply the sharing of the primordial pleasure of parental privilege. She felt proud and fortunate that it had come her way.
Lars collapsed atop his bodacious daughter. It was a good start and had been very gratifying. But the night was young. Casey's body was young and he had more plans to use her for his selfish pleasure.
He canoodled her ear, whispering bawdy promises of how he would use her next. But first, a little refraction. He rolled aside and closed his eyes, hoping for a quick recovery. He didn't want to squander excessive time in the short span of their night together.
Casey lay in a daze of post coital glow. Her daddy had finally fucked her. And it had been glorious. She knew she would be thrilled by completing the long-anticipated act but to be totally gratified by the incestuous sex was beyond belief. Now she was more than Daddy's Little Girl, now that she was his little fuck-toy, what great joys would the future hold?
She wiggled against him and cuddled her soft body to his strong muscular form.
Domination
Casey awoke from her exhaustive sleep. Her first sense was a tingle in her groin. Then the weight of a body above her, pressing down. A husky breath filled her ears. She made a slight struggle shake but quickly found her bearings; she was a TWA trained coed and acclimated through extensive exercises to be willing in all kinds of bedroom naughtiness.
