Stephen Jones - Sex With Daddy

"Oh, kitten," he said. "That feels so good!"

"Do you really like it?" I asked.

"Yes, kitten… "

Again, I let my hand slide the length of his erect organ as I myself experienced a trembling of fantastic pleasure at what I was doing. We were both aware of the movie flashing on the screen in front of us as well as the sexual act we were performing. Though he might still have been suffering under some socially implanted guilt feelings, I could sense that they were falling away from him with every slight movement of my hand.

I continued very slowly to move my fingers up and down the length of his penis until he whispered again, "Don't, kitten. I'll come… "

"But I want you to, Daddy. I want to see you come," I said.

He tried to pull away from me then, but I held tighter and moved my hand faster up and down, watching his organ all the time until its love fluid jumped out of the end, seemed to hang suspended for a moment over his lap and then fell in a scalding warmth over my fingers and knuckles.

We sat there just like that for a while without speaking, and then he broke the silence. Taking a handkerchief from his coat pocket, he wiped away the telltale signs of his orgasm and said, "We mustn't do this any more, kitten. We've got to stop this sort of thing!"

"Why, Daddy?" I asked. "Didn't you like what I did to you?"

"Yes, but… well, it's not right."

"Why?" I asked again.

"Well," he said, "a father and his daughter are not supposed to… to play like this!"

Again I asked him why, this time adding that I liked what I was doing, that it gave me a funny, wonderful feeling to touch him like that.

He then began to explain the horrible incest taboo in all its ramifications, why something like this could ruin a family and cause terrible problems for the people who did it. He told me that he was more guilty than I. That if anyone knew of what we had done, he might even go to jail.

I listened and, even then, understood it all. But I had my arguments, too. Apparently my logic, coupled with Daddy's own desire for me which he could no longer deny, began to shatter his feelings of guilt. How could something like this, I asked him, ruin a family when we two were the only members of the family? How could anyone judge us if they didn't know about us? How could anything so beautiful and thrilling ever be wrong?

He did try to answer my questions, but his replies lacked conviction and the conversation rambled and then stopped. Finally, we both turned to watch the movie, my hand still on his penis and now, his arm around my shoulders.

That night, as we had for some time, we slept in the same bed, both naked, both snuggled tight to one another. Even if I couldn't have expressed it so well at the time, I'm sure that I knew then that we were no longer merely a father and his daughter. Even though we had not yet experienced the full challenge and reward of sexual intercourse, we had become a middle-aged man and his teen-aged mistress. We were lovers and our feelings for one another were completely sincere.

I was totally and completely in love. My love for Daddy was a mixture of a teen-aged girl's first crush and a woman's feelings of mature affection; a love of tenderness and consideration, but one of strange and consuming desire – desire that would grow even greater as Daddy's feelings of guilt began to vanish completely.

But before they were to disappear like morning mist under a noon sun, there was still a final act that had to be performed – the complete union that could only be possible once my hymen was ruptured. After that, our relationship could be nothing but total commitment, or hopeless failure.

The exact moment of the ultimate change in our association came the night of the day my period ended. It was a week night, and I still had almost a month of school left before vacation time.

Daddy and I had been in the habit of showering together every morning or evening, and I began experiencing an increased sexual urge, perhaps as a result of abstinence during my "time" of increasing maturity.

This night, in the bathroom, I mentioned to Daddy that my flow had stopped and he explained how I must douche to make sure my internal areas were absolutely clean. This he said could be done by thorough washing, but the best way would be to use a douching syringe.

After I had cleaned myself thoroughly as he directed, we both went to bed. Almost instantly, I was thrilled to have his arms go around me and to feel his mouth gently kissing my ears and neck as his fingers ran tingles of fire through my breasts and along my stomach. I responded to his caresses by kissing him back and by stroking his erect organ. After playing with my vagina for some moments, he slipped down in the bed and began to lick me there.

The pleasure was so intense, I almost forgot about the plan I had conceived as a result of my meeting with Eileen and Sally. But I became so wild with searing pleasure that I allowed him to do it to me until I could no longer keep myself under control and spasmed into a deliciously swelling orgasm.

I was only completed a moment before another swell of desire seemed to expand within me. I reached over in the bed and caressed Daddy's penis with my hand, then gently pushed him so that he rolled over onto his back.

"Let me do you, too," I whispered. "I like to taste you."

He relaxed and I started kissing the tip of his erect penis. The lights were out and we could barely see one another, which played right into my plan. Kneeling between his legs, I bent my head down to him until I was in such a position that with the slightest possible movement I would be able to straddle him quickly.

Just before I made my move, my mind was clouded over with doubts, but my desire and love soon cleared them away. My only fear was that he might pull away from me before I had completed my plan.

Gently, I substituted my vaginal lips for my mouth, placing Daddy's penis ever so lightly against my hole. A surge of joy raced through me as I realized that Daddy was not aware of the difference.

With all my strength, I sat down hard – plunging his beautiful erection deep within me. A sharp ripping sensation shot through me as my hymen ruptured… then the full hardness of his penis filled me with the passionate love I had wanted so badly.

Daddy gasped, "No, kitten… no… " But it was much too late for protests.

He was inside me and we were both slaves to our intertwined emotions. It felt beautiful as I moved up and down on him, pressing his organ against the tenderness of my newly opened vagina. I knew that he was moving with me underneath. But then he gave a surge of muscle strength and, still inside me, rolled so that I was on my back and he was on top of me.

His hands went under my buttocks and my legs twined around his back so that the heels of my feet played a tattoo on his naked back. His lips found mine and the huge, wonderful pressure of him inside me tore me and thrilled me so that I felt I must be going insane with the pleasure of it.

I must have screamed in my intense pleasure! I felt one hand move from under me and gently cup itself over my mouth as the piston-like movement seemed to increase to a point where I knew I could no longer stand it.

I remember yelling into the hand covering my mouth, "Come in me! Come off in me!"

And then it happened. My entire body and soul seemed to explode at the same time and shatter throughout all of the universe and all of time. I was there, but I was not there. I was floating in space and rolling in a hot surf and writhing to get even more of his penis in me.

He shuddered, too, and his legs moved as if he were trying to sink the whole of his body inside me – and I wanted him to. I wanted to devour the whole of him inside me and have all of him fill me.