Afternoon Delight With My Sweet Daughter by mashrubba

“No fair! You suck Daddy!” Mario plummeted off the platform for the last time. My daughter dropped the controller in her lap with a huff, blowing a strand of hair to the side. I grinned at her pouty expression. “What do you mean? I pummeled you fair and square. You just need to not let me grab you so much.” “GAME” boomed the TV, throwing up a scoreboard: SHAE: 2. DADDY: 7. “One more,” she said, lips pursed with determination.

The character *********** came up and she picked Link. I picked Kirby. Sometimes quiet nights at home were best. I had bought a new console a week ago to go with the new TV, and my daughter had been glued to it ever since, challenging me every night to endless tournaments that she inevitably lost. Tonight we had enjoyed dinner and a movie before settling down to pummel each other in Smash Brothers, and I had long since lost track of time. We had played deep into the night, huddling together on the couch in the darkened living room, washed blue by the glow from the television. “Argh! Hold still!” Shae was leaning forward intently on the couch next to me, mashing buttons crazily.

Link launched a frenzied whirlwind of devastation, but I let Kirby float away and dance mockingly just out of her reach. She pursued, attacking doggedly, finally catching me with a slash that sent the little creampuff flying. “Hah!” She smirked. “Got you.” “Not over yet,” I chuckled. I could still beat Shae in most games, but I had to admit she was getting a lot better. My beautiful daughter was a clever girl and eventually learned my tricks, forcing me to play harder and improvise new tactics to stay on top. The powerup was coming any moment. Lured in by the promise of a few easy hits, Link hounded me to the edge of the platform, just in time for me to grab a star and smash him into the air, inhale him bodily, then leap off the platform and spit him out into the abyss. I guided the puffy pink blob back to safety with a mid-air jump.

“NO WAY!” Shae threw up her hands and then slumped back against the couch with a grunt of exasperation. “I had you that time.” “Sure you did,” I teased. “You should go easy on me Daddy,” my daughter said, crossing her arms in a feigned sulk. “I’m just a girl.” “I am going easy on you. It’s not my fault you can’t beat a little marshmallow guy creampuff thingy.” Actually I didn’t really know what Kirby was. It was probably better not to know. “How about Mario Kart?” I suggested.

Shae continued grousing but finally agreed. “Best out of 3,” she said. She was a lot better at Mario Kart. I switched games as my daughter flopped bonelessly onto her side so she could rest her head in my lap. Shae had already brushed her teeth and switched into her nightgown, the long green one with the spaghetti straps and the cute little frill around the top. My daughter had an entire dresser full of lingerie and scanty sleepwear, but this simple gown was one of my favorites and she knew it.

The satiny cloth hung almost to her knees, slightly translucent, tantalizing with brief displays of the girly curves underneath in the flickering light of the television. It was divided in front, just above the navel, meant to be worn with matching panties. Shae disdained all such requirements; her pussy was an inviting little cleft peeping from between the silky folds. “You’re going down now Daddy.”

Shae snuggled her head into my lap, trying to get comfortable, long golden hair pooling into a natural pillow. “I was practicing all day yesterday while you were at work.” “We’ll see.” I massaged her bare shoulder, enjoying the fuzzy warmth rubbing against my legs. A black t-shirt and boxers were all that separated me from the squirming head in my lap. Peach squared off against Bowser and an array of computer players. Shae always called dibs on the delicate princess. “3!…2!…1!…GOOOOOO”

We shot off around the track, jockeying for position and powerups. Bowser was slow and I had to fight for the lead, skirting the inside of some tight curves. Shae jabbed her controller against my hands and Bowser tumbled off the track, sabotaged. “Hey!” I protested. My daughter kept playing, feigning innocence. “You fight dirty, girl,” I muttered. She smirked at the television. “Dunno what you’re talking about Daddy.”

She took the lead with a well-placed turtle shell, and squirmed her head against my lap again. I had wiped out again, so I ran my hand down the smooth skin of her arm in a long stroke. The green cloth of her gown hugged tightly in all the right places and draped in alluring folds in others. Tracing the sweet curve of her side all the way down to the round hip, I admired how the thin fabric teased with tiny glimpses of the hot sexy body without revealing too much. Having my daughter nestled against me was coaxing the inevitable response: an obscene tent growing from the cotton of my boxers, stiffening with attention until it was poking up at her neck.

She snuggled down against it again, biting her lip while pretending to concentrate on keeping her lead – she knew what she was doing. Distracted, I fell hopelessly behind and didn’t even place. “Hah! You’re going down now!” Maniacal glee twisted her face as she savored her impending victory. Trying to ignore the aching throb at my crotch, I took my hands off my daughter and grabbed my controller again. Now it was serious. She hadn’t beaten me yet and I wasn’t going down without a fight. I grinned at the stubborn determination on her face as the checkered flag waved and we set out again. She took the lead immediately, jabbing her controller at my hands every time I started to catch up.

Determined not to be beaten by such base tactics. I held the controller high over my head and laughed as Shae slapped ineffectually at my arms. A well-placed blue shell put me back in second place. “Hmmm, your lap is so warm Daddy,” she declared in her best sultry voice. It seemed she had given up on the direct assault and doubled down on the backup plan, pretending that she was just trying to get comfortable as her head wiggled in my lap. The cotton fabric stretched even farther, flesh pulsing in painful constraint under the mounting assault.

Shae was waving her controller in front of my face as she negotiated Peach around a hairpin turn. Bowser hit an acceleration ramp and took a shortcut, flying high over a wall and landing ahead of the racers on the other side. I chucked banana peels frantically, and Shae spun out on one and slammed into a wall. “AGH! Damn, how do you DO that Daddy!” Shae slapped vainly at my controller again and then punched me in the leg in protest as I gloated.

Her wild squirming helped shift things to a less constrained angle, and the head of my penis poked from the open flap at the front of my boxers. “WINNER!” the game proclaimed enthusiastically. Bowser took the gold cup and Peach had finished second, taking the silver. “Ok that’s it. I think you need a handicap!” she sputtered. I stretched languidly, yawning, enjoying the feel of my prick massaging the back of her neck. “I have a handicap.” “I mean you need MORE of a handicap!” Shae sat up and scooted over on the couch, landing with a graceless plop on my lap.

My daughter never had to do much to rouse her Daddy into a raging erection. My daughter’s bare rump rested back against my belly and the nightgown was a loose pool around my waist. Shae squirmed as if she just wanted to get comfortable, sliding down until my upright prick rested against the soft channel of her pussy. I heaved a contented sigh, wrapping my arms around her to hold the controller in front. I didn’t need to see it.

The wiggling motion of my daughter jamming her buttons vibrated the aching flesh of my dick against her slippery folds. Bowser was far behind – I didn’t care. I held the forward button and let the rest of my senses enjoy the blissful proximity of my daughter. Cheerful, perky, relentlessly teasing, Shae was the perpetual sunshine of my life. Ever since introducing her to the joy of love we had grown closer together and more happy every year. In idle moments I pondered what life would have been like if we had taken a different path, but life without the total partnership of my wonderful, sexy daughter was inconceivable. I treasured every moment I could spend with her, loved every inch of her curvy, athletic body with the round hips and flat chest that swelled with the faint beginnings of a little girl’s breasts. I smelled her hair again, revelling in the intoxicating scent of my daughter ripening with arousal as her Daddy’s meaty prick rubbed against her pink slit.

With a tiny wiggle of my own I slumped farther down on the couch, adjusting the angle of my cock. I could barely see the screen at all now, but that didn’t matter. Squeezing arms around my daughter’s body, I felt her chest rise and fall in faint gasps, listened to her heartbeat race as her Daddy pushed against her slit. Precum mixed with slippery juices, transferred from puffy lips to the shaft of my prick as we rubbed together. “WINNER!” The TV boomed. “YESSSSSS!” My daughter threw her hands in the air and waved wildly, exulting in her victory. I dropped my controller and grabbed her hips reflexively as the motions rubbed her dripping cunt lips along my shaft, sending ripples of pleasure up my body. “Hey Daddy!” my daughter looked back at me with a devilish grin, face flushed with victory. “I finally beat you.” “You sure did sweetie.” We grinned at the shared joke. The game didn’t matter. Shae didn’t really care if she beat me. Massaging her hips in slow circles, I beamed at my daughter, feeling the swell in my heart and my cock as they surged with familiar love for my beautiful daughter. She gazed back, panting slightly in the expectant silence, her sex leaving a wet dewy trail on the my firm tool between her legs, eyes glazed with pleasure and housing the spark of naughty playfulness that belied the deep affection underneath. Hands reached for each other, fingers twining urgently, and the controllers clattered to the carpet as I rocked her against me and buried her waiting mouth with a kiss.

My hands cupped her neck, stroking the delicate muscles in her neck as it arched to meet her Daddy’s mouth. The sweet smell of my daughter in my lap flooded my senses, silky hair flowing through my fingers in fine waves as I reached for her shoulder and crushed her sweet sexy frame to my chest. Melting in my arms, lips pressing back urgently against mine, she squirmed as I followed the trail down the fabric of her nightgown to where it parted in front, fingers tracing a light circle below her navel and then rubbing a long stroke down her thigh when her leg arched upward reflexively.

Our lips parted in a hot gasp when I twisted her body as far as it would go, my aching cock poking her in the bottom, having left a dewy clear trail of precum along her lower back. The flickering light of the television reflected in my daughter’s eyes, twin pools of blue gleaming at me with a wordless, hungry need, the desire for her Daddy to take her, to have her, to consummate the perfect love of a Daddy for his daughter.

My questing fingers had seemingly gone exploring on their own, returning from the excursion slick with juices. She had tried to distract me, but my horny girl had wound herself up just as much as her daddy. Twin peaks of her breast poked against the sheer fabric of her gown, two perky nipples thrusting up from the smooth sweep of her chest. I rocked her in greedy motions, pulling at her leg and twisting her against my chest as my hands sought out every lovely treasure of my daughter’s writhing body, fueling the fire of the low moan rising in her throat.

She squeaked in surprised relief when I finally let her up from the kiss. I let her squirm out of my grip and turn around to face me on the couch, spreading her legs to either side so she could kneel on my lap. My hard rod waved like a flagpole and then thumped against her belly with an eager demand as she settled. She stared down at it, eyes shining with the craving of its firm promise. Shae was a beautiful daughter with delicate features, short and thin and her pussy was every bit as juicy pink puffy wet as the rest of her. It always seemed impossible to her how the meaty organ rubbing the skin a few inches from her slit, a thick shaft almost as big around as her fist, could fit into the wet pussy hole between her legs. It was a mystery of God she loved to explore as often as possible. My daughter’s hands pressed on my shoulders, pushing me to lay back against the couch. She wanted to do all the work. Tossing her hair over her shoulder and biting her lip with the impatient determination she always had when horny, she lifted up her pelvis and spread her lips, grabbed my waving manhood with her other hand to position it at the entrance to her cunt.

Thrilling currents of warmth leaped from my crotch, spidering out along my thighs and stomach when the tip of my bubbling prick pressed at the cusp of my daughter’s tight channel. She scooped the glans against her lips, coating it with her juices and spit, and then began to lower herself onto me with agonizing slowness. My legs shivered, the silky cloth of her hanging nightgown rubbing the skin in tingling waves. The head of my cock squeezed between her spread lips, bent slightly, and then popped inside my daughter’s wet pussy, sending a thrilling shock down the shaft. I grabbed her legs on either side of me, knuckles driving a rigid grip against her thighs as my bulging dick began its incestuous journey into the steamy warmth of my daughter’s sex. First one inch, then another – wet flesh clutched in glorious spasms as my daughter pushed down, taking me farther and farther into her sucking passage. Each small thrust brought more progress, my glans squeezing into the tight cleft until it bumped against yielding flesh, pressing up into muscles that relaxed and parted slightly more with each trip.

I struggled to control the rising urge, shuddering involuntarily, trying not to cum early, as her muscles gripped and massaged the aching flesh inside her. Deep urges warred inside me, desires to flip my daughter over and hold her down as I pistoned her Daddy’s cock into her like a beast. But despite my daughter’s endless appetites, her pussy was still very wet but tight, and we sometimes had to work a bit to get me all the way inside her. Going too fast just hurt her. I didn’t mind though: a girl’s pussy when she is your daughter is paradise even if you had to take it slow. I was drunk in the sight of her beautiful body: head back and eyes closed, neck arched and quivering with erratic moans, she lowered herself with a steady determination onto her Daddy’s cock. Flickering blue light from the television traced the graceful silhouette of her shoulders, her hips, arms quivering with passion and stomach muscles clenching with concentration as she settled her descent with 5 inches of her Daddy’s manhood inside her.

“Aaaa-aaaaahhhhhh,” “oohhh” the sound burst from her mouth as she stopped, released in a rush from the pent-up pleasure of the invading flesh. She rocked her head forward, spilling hair over her shoulders and chest, and opened her eyes, orbs bright with an animal hunger that mirrored my own. “Da-addy,” – a single word, broken and coated with her pleading need. Our gazes locked, and I pulled at her arms to lean her down toward me. We matched, Daddy and daughter, our bodies two pieces of a perfect carnal puzzle – coitus with my daughter even had its own language and fluidity.

Her hands rested on my shoulders, the blue halo of her head reaching down to mine to lock in a kiss, lips pressing and writhing, tongues acting out our frantic desire for each other as they searched and met. That one word from my beautiful daughter was a volume, bound with her trembling expression: she had gone as far as she could, pushed down until it started to hurt.

Turgid flesh throbbed inside her, massaged by the spasming walls of her pussy. She was tighter than usual tonight, muscles tense with stress from her school exams. I wasn’t worried – my daughter never let me down. I would just have to loosen her up a bit. Cupping her head, I crushed her to me in a messy kiss, fingers trailing through the strands of her hair. She bit my lip lightly, and we locked our mouths together, pressing urgently, pushing, then parting as our tongues met and briefly dueled. I tried to ignore the mounting volcano in my dick and let my hands chart the curving slopes of of my daughter’s body, rubbing her back, the smooth arms and enticing belly, pressing over the cloth of her nightgown before diving underneath to grasp the breasts pert nipples and her hips.

A tweak and a pinch, the perfect twist of my daughter’s dials, and she squeaked in surprise as our kiss broke, then buried her head on my shoulder with her eyes shut tight. My hands were the conductor, playing the symphony of my daughter’s body, rubbing down to her hips and then around to grab her butt, trekking up her spine, massaging in broad, restless strokes as I directed her horny energy into a focused rush. The hot breath against my shoulder and the swell of her heartbeat were melodies I wove together, building tempo, squeezing all the lovely regions of my girl’s body towards a racing climax. I was already on the brink from her teasing, but I held off and drove my daughter towards orgasm, matching my rubbing with the gentle beat of my cock pumping inside her. I could feel her opening up, breathing harder, arousal loosening her muscles as I squeezed another inch inside with a gentle thrust. Her thighs quivered against mine, the sure signal of my daughter’s mounting pleasure.

The flimsy cloth of her green nightgown rubbed my chest, dragging across the coarse hairs. A small push to her shoulders, and she sat up obediently, sinking back fully onto my cock with a whimper, taking almost the full length inside her. A glance and a caress were the words of our language, a bond of ardent passion that connected a Daddy and his Daughter in wordless love. She raised her arms and I slipped the delicate nightgown up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing the full glory of my daughter’s naked frame in the blue glow. Nothing on Earth is as gorgeous as the tender body of a my cowgirl . My hands fit her hips, rubbing the hourglass swell of her slim torso up to the buds of breasts, two round mounds beginning to rise from her chest. The elegant neck, captivating face, delicate ears – my fingers traced the map of my girl, finding every feature that decorated the curves and contours of her smooth flesh. Her hand grabbed my own when I cupped her cheek, holding it against the warm skin, nibbling my thumb briefly.

We had built to a slow, bouncing rhythm, my thick cock thumping in and out of my daughter until with a final thrust, I felt the last inch slip inside and my balls slap up against her bottom. “AghhAHH!” Shae gave a sudden cry when the last of her Daddy’s meat slipped into her pussy, then her girlie juices rocked forward to plant both hands on my chest, eyes shut and arms trembling. I let her rest, buried to the hilt inside her. “Doing ok sweetie?” She nodded, tension quivering in her neck until she expelled a breath and opened her eyes. “Yeah. Feels tight today, but it’s ok.” “You’re doing great.” I struggled with the surging missle of flesh buried in her tunnel, the head pressed tightly up against her cervix, trying not to cum yet. I needed to let her catch up. “Take your time, baby,” I urged, stroking her head patiently.

I always tried to be as gentle as possible, never pushing my daughter beyond her limits. I don’t think I would ever be able to forgive myself if I hurt her. She gulped twice, chest heaving, then caught her breath and smiled at me, the customary girlish grin rising up and splitting her face like sunshine. “Thanks Daddy. You’re so good to me.” “How could I be any less?” I massaged her hips again, gently rocking the penis buried inside her. “You’re my little angel. I’d do anything to make you happy.” She swallowed. “I love you, Daddy.” Solemn devotion played her face between the twitches of pleasure from my cock hitting her insides. A thousand times we had professed our love, but for Shae, it seemed like every time was special – a declaration that came from beneath the teasing and mischief, straight from the vulnerable core of the devoted girl, the tender, emotional part of her that so often came out during our lovemaking. No words could ever burst my heart wide open quite like those. “I love you too,baby .” My voice cracked, swallowing around the lump in my throat. I’d say it as many times as she wished to hear it, and more.

I built our rocking back into a rhythm, letting my daughter bounce in slow strokes on her Daddy’s dick. I did love her, more than I could ever say. Words were inadequate. We were perfect for each other, an ideal match, minds conjoined in love just as our bodies were. There would never be anybody else for me other than my precious girl with her loving heart. Our pace increased. My daughter bounced in excited rhythm on her own, matching my pushes, the slippery pussy gripping my glistening manhood like a velvet vice. Stretched lips glided over taut flesh, leaving a moist sheen on my shaft, before reversing to suck me inside as I thrust again and again, increasing the length and the pace as our passion built like a bonfire. Daddy and daughter, joined in blissful coupling: laying down, doggy style, sitting or even standing up – we had made love in every way it could be made. We had never held nothing back from each other, committing ourselves again to the sweet union of our hearts and bodies every time we joined. I increased the pace, frantic, pelvis bucking against the bottom of the my girl bouncing on my cock. She grunted with each thrust, volume rising as she rode a wave of pleasure on the end of her Daddy’s penis. “Uaaaagh! Daddy!” Shae cried, eyes pleading, face a rictus of primal passion. She had taken over, legs working to thrust herself up and down on me.

Another cry, wordless, rich with the hunger that spurred her body, a rampant and desperate need to have her daddy’s cock splitting her pussy, engorged flesh cramming itself inside her. I laid back, incoherent with the ecstasy my daughter was giving me. Abruptly she was pressed against me, leaning forward, using the freedom to work her hips in longer, rapid strokes, rising to the tip of the long shaft and slamming down to take it inside again. Golden hair covered my vision. Lips vibrated the skin of my neck in a long moan and twin points brushed my chest, my daughter’s erect nipples running a rapid track as the rest of her body committed to the rhythm of our sex. Eyes glazed, brain short-circuited, I gave myself up to the swelling maelstrom building in my groin as my daughter pumped my cock into her slippery pussy with crazed energy. Shae was enthusiastic in bed, but this was the first time she had taken charge so thoroughly. Sharp pains prickled in my shoulderblades – fingernails, digging in, my daughter clutching wildly as she hurtled towards orgasm.

My arms went around her of their own accord, drawing our sweaty chests together. Still blinded by the scattered hair, I felt rather than saw the deranged armful of horny girlflesh convulse in my arms just before the taut muscles constricted with lightning spasms in her pussy, pulling at the strained meat inside her as if milking it for seed. A final powerful thrust, and my sweet daughter bottomed out and stayed there, releasing her girlie juices and gasping helplessly against my neck in the throes of her carnal climax. My hands moved on their own, grasping the soft globes of her bottom and holding tight. An endless lightning bolt surged up my spine to my brain and the world exploded, jerking my muscles as cum erupted in a rapturous flood into my daughter’s pussy, spurting like a firehose of lava, flooding the tiny space with her Daddy’s warm cum. Our bodies trembled in shared ecstasy, muscles vibrating and twitching, the jerking motions of my cock squeezing the milky fluid of our love up into her womb.

We were one body, shared in the communion of love unique between a father and his sweet daughter, convulsing together as our heartbeats joined in racing rhythm. I floated in murky bliss, punctuated by the powerful jolts from my cock spewing the last fading spurts of my passion into her body. Arms and legs – I wasn’t sure which were my own. I brushed hair from my nose, gasping, sucking down air. The powerful heaving rocked the body cradled against me, coarse chest hair rubbing against my daughter’s breasts as gentle waves lulled her out of the storm of her own frenzied joy. Like a vessel bobbing on a becalmed sea, we drifted in hazy static, panting, my daughter’s arms wrapped around my neck in an iron grip as if afraid of drowning. The walls of warm fog rolled back, senses returning, bringing the sweet smells of sweat and love, peach shampoo, and the peculiar scent of raw satisfaction that my little daughter’s body always had after her Daddy had cum inside her.

My arms remembered how to move, rubbing themselves along the smooth skin of her arched back as she lay against me, my dripping cock still half-erect inside her snug pussy. She seemed half asleep already, faint rumbles sounding in her throat with each breath exhaled on my neck. I felt like I could have drifted off myself, leaving my manhood plugging the generous helping of sperm in her vagina. Shaking my head, I struggled against the drowsy temptation. “Sweetie,” I whispered in her ear, “that was amazing.” “Mmmm, mmmph,” she mumbled, her vocabulary lost in the storm. My lips planted a kiss at the base of her ear, whispering again. “I love you.” “Luv u Daddy.” Her words slurred with sleepy contentment. “But you have to get off sweetie. I have work tomorrow.” “Nnn mmph,” she protested. “Don’t wanna.” As nice as it was lying there with my half-hard dick still leaking cum into my daughter, I knew I couldn’t sleep on the couch. My back would be agony in the morning. “Come on hon, get up.” I shifted slightly, trying to sit up so I could lift her off me. She pinched my nipple in protest. “Ow!” I yelped. I could feel the grin plastered on the face buried against my neck. “That hurt.” “But I’m comfy,” she countered, wiggling her hips with a sigh so she could lay more closely against me. I patted her head. Maybe a soft approach was best. “I’ll bet you’re cold baby. I mean, you are naked.” “Your fault,” she giggled, enjoying the game. “Now you have to keep me warm.” “Mmm hmm, mmm hmm.” I patted the head of the my girl snuggling against me. “But just think how warm our bed is. We keep it pretty toasty under the covers.” “Hmmmm…” the little imp pretended to think this over. “Ok, carry me.” Easy enough. Shae was light as a feather.

I moved my arms under her shoulders to lift her up, but she pinched me savagely again. “Ouch! What was that for?” She tittered against my chest. “I said I don’t wanna get off. Carry me.” I sighed in mock protest. “Fine. You’re so demanding.” Holding her to my chest, I sat up and grasped the soft handles of her butt in both hands. She hooked her arms around my neck and locked her legs around my waist as I stood up. Slowly, keeping the girl impaled on my dick, I managed a few staggering steps around the couch. Shae sighed with contentment, clamped to me tightly. My erratic steps slid my tool around in the greasy insides of her cunt, coaxing it to a renewed firmness. I wasn’t sure why, but my daughter had been insistent lately with demands for me to cum inside her and stay inside. It seemed like another one of her teasing games, and I was more than happy to oblige. “I can’t see,” I protested. The illumination from the TV faded behind me. I hadn’t left any lights on in the hall, and I didn’t think I could hold her up with one hand. Scraping the wall with my shoulder, I fumbled for the light switch. She yawned like a contented cat. “You’ll manage.”

My shoulder bumped a picture frame and it clattered to the floor. Muttering, I gave up on the switch and headed down the hall, steps bouncing my girl in a gentle rhythm. Wet kisses on my neck were my reward as I fumbled our way to the bedroom. I could feel the muscles of her pussy tightening again, squeezing my prick back to bulging excitement. Shae was insatiable. There was nothing she loved as much as having her Daddy’s cock buried inside her, and if I let her, she would happily make love to me until I was drained to a withered husk of a man. Even making love 5 or 6 times a day on our vacations until I collapsed in exhaustion, she was always ready for more. I didn’t think I could ever keep up with her libido.

A teenage girl’s appetite for sex could be endless. “Ack!” Pain blossomed in my shin as wood rattled. “Ok, found the bookcase.” Shae giggled hysterically at my misfortune. Our bedroom was just beyond. Huffing, I made the last few steps, then pivoted and plopped on the bed. My beautiful girl yelped as the jolt buried her to the hilt on my prick again. “There,” I panted. “I got you all the way to the bed.” “See? I knew you could do it. You didn’t even have to take your cock out of me.” I scooted back on the sheet until we were comfortably entrenched and pulled the blankets over us. Manhood pulsing inside her with anxious vigor, I rubbed her back, hugging her close as she lay against my chest, enjoying the delicious feeling of my daughter’s snug insides. Our hearts beat together in frenzied tandem, thumping through the sweaty chests pressed against each other. I squeezed my daughter like a pillow, planting hungry kisses on her forehead and grinding her on my meat, building the mounting rhythm into a tide of twitching pleasure that raced through our bodies. “Mmmmm, feels nice,” Shae yawned, as she snuggled against me. “Told you I’d eventually beat you Daddy.” “You sure did sweetie. You’re getting pretty good.”

“I just had to figure out…your weakness,” she tittered, wiggling her hips and then squeezing, revelling in the feeling of her Daddy’s cock pressing against her pussy walls. I hovered on the brink, my twitching prick vibrating in her tight pussy like a tuning fork. “You’re supposed to kiss the loser you know. Sportsmanship.” She laughed and pushed up to bury my mouth with a kiss, thin lips writhing enthusiastically against mine. My hands stroked the perfect curves of her sexy body under the covers, crushing her against me with an animal urgency. Pussy lips glided over my rigid cock as I bucked softly, feeling the slippery heat of her tight channel engulfing me fully. Girlish moans punctuated the heavy panting as her Daddy plowed her, toenails scratching against skin as our legs writhed together and a frothing swirl of ecstasy built at the boiling point where our crotches joined. My hands clenched, fitted to the sweet globes of her bottom, rocking her pelvis in growing strokes of frantic need as I thrust my dick into the tiny clutching channel of my daughter’s pussy. She broke our kiss, hot breath washing over my face before crying out with wild abandon.

We teetered together at the cliff, my hand cupping her head against my shoulder as the tide of our passion gushed into a torrent that swept us helplessly along. Our bodies convulsed together, sharing the climax that knifed like lightning from the white-hot edges of my girl’s fingernails on my back and the thundering crescendo of my thick cock slamming one final thrust into her pussy and flooding it with sperm. My senses shattered into crystal points and detonated, exploding into molten jets that spewed into her tummy, muscles locked and writhing together as our orgasm melded us into one perfect body of primal euphoria. Sweat and saliva and the hot breath on my neck were the background of my daughter’s joy as she bucked her hips and filled my ears with her passion, a long cry of wordless ecstasy, completion, fulfillment as her Daddy buried his cock deep inside her and filled her up with his love. I floated in warm bliss, the pinpricks of the pointed fingernails on my back like a constellation guiding me home. The dizzying waves finally ebbed, my consciousness a shipwreck that bobbed slowly to the surface.

Tangled hair, moist breathing on my ear, the lingering scents of shampoo mixed with sweat and sex and the pool of Daddy’s cum around her crotch – all the sensations of my lovely daughter, arms wrapped around me with grasping affection. I cupped her head against my neck, cuddling my beautiful girl as I stroked her hair. We lingered in silence, snug under the blankets with arms wrapped around each other, bodies trembling together with the language of lovers so inexpressible in words. Shae was drifting happily, head pressed against my shoulder and wearing a satisfied smile. I stayed buried inside her where I belonged, my cock acting as a tight plug for the two helpings of cum I had put in my daughter’s tummy. Her pussy still wrapped my flaccid cock, teasing it with faint twitches, promises of further desire for her Daddy’s gifts. With a final yawn, I straightened the blankets and pulled them up, letting the shared silence of sleep wash over us.