Daddy And His Nymph Daughter by chloeyoungyoung

Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so that he can be _free_ of her, somehow certain she simply ran off one afternoon, took the cat and fled her dreary existence with him and his _job_ and his _mortgage_ and _car payments_ and receding hairline and all the other trappings of adulthood, of responsibility.

And he wanders over the memories of the body that had lain next to him all those years, the smooth firm flesh that had been his privileged pleasure, the curve of her slender soft ass, how well their two bodies fitted together after all the years of adjustment, of fine tuning to each other’s needs, recalling the soft warm feel of her interior as he had nestled inside of her… His cock hardens in memoriam, and it cannot help but remind him of the soft younger version of _Her_ sleeping in the upstairs bedroom with the smaller one that _She_ had always said looked a lot like him, if he’d been a girl of course.

He curses the day she left them and he curses her memory as his feet pad softly up the carpeted stairs into the room where the two girls lie sleeping in their white painted beds, the room overflowing with ruffles and lace and… girl things, _Her_ legacy. His dancing penis draws him toward the long-haired one as it seems increasingly wont to do as _Her_ memory fades in deference to the reality of the beautiful young daughter, here, in the present, with the soft pink lips and wide dark eyes and long brown hair and slender, strong, firm legs, beautiful plump nipples with the first indications of beauty and grown up women.

As this creature’s reality becomes so very apparent to the pulsing flesh peering from his loosely wrapped terry robe he sits down gently on the edge of her bed brushing the long soft strands of hair from her face as she sleeps quietly on her stomach breathing softly, her mouth a delicate “oh” in the pre-dawn quiet. Gently, very gently, he shifts so he is stroking her hair, running his hand down the back of her oversized nightie, slowly drawing the sheets away from her body, revealing strong tanned legs splayed casually in sleep one knee drawn towards her chest so that when he draws her nightie up her beautiful plump pussy is just barely exposed. Her round white buttocks, a perfect tan-line arcing high across her hip bone, a perfect transition line of brown and white drawn across her back at the very point where her buttocks begin to part, his dancing penis wills his fore-finger to collect the dewy dribble of pre-cum oozing from its eye and trace the border-line from the cleft of her plump juicy pussy across her hip.

She rouses, startled, when his moist, large rough finger pushes at the sensitive flesh of her sex, tracing outward along the crease where buttock meets leg, rolling onto her side, his finger jerked away from the sweet spot; the penis driving these actions starts nervously, shrinks in fear to hide beneath the folds of his opened robe. She smiles sleepily, glancing over at the one sleeping soundly in the bed barely an arm’s length away.

“Daddy” The penis, re-assured, convinces him to press his advantage and he leans over her, pushing gently on her hip so that she is lying on her back, his hand moves slowly, gently, pulling up the night-dress, exposing her plump smooth sex to the cool morning air as his body leans over her, shifting, placing his scratchy lips against her warm forehead, leaning over her, resting on his elbow brushing the hair from her face, drawing his lips lovingly down the bridge of her nose, his rough thumb reaching between the triangle of her sex easily finding the pleasure button, pushing insistently at it with his thumb as the rest of his fingers push between her legs now parting invitingly as the little hard kernel of pleasure at the top of her young juicy gash hardens almost imperceptibly his mouth covers hers, his tongue probes between her lips, gliding along the roof of her mouth the soft pink sides of her cheeks so smooth and moist like the tender new skin hidden, buried between her legs.

She moans appreciatively, humps back at the hand stroking her sex, thrusting her tongue back into his mouth, neither are concerned with the sister stirring in the bed next to them, roused from a deep sleep by the un-mistakable sounds of lust. They know only this pleasure, a special stolen pleasure that they have shared more and more frequently in the time since _She_ left them, in the time since he first began feeling the oldest girl’s nipples swelling beneath her t-shirts, in the time since the _penis_ began contemplating the possibilities of her matured body as his hands roamed over her in their playful tickling games, stiffening with an adult-sized lust as her ripening body slithered across his in their innocent wrestling, the penis rubbing itself stiffly, against his will, over her smooth firm young hard body, yearning for the freedom to enjoy _adult_ games with the beautiful creature _it_ had helped to create.

Moving slowly, slipping his robe off to let it slide to the ground in the narrow space between his bed, one hand and then the other pleasuring the beautiful girl writhing and moaning caught up in the novelty of a physical pleasure until recently unknown, he has moved so he is kneeling between her limber nymph legs, still rubbing at her pubis his tongue intertwined with hers she gasps as he pushes her night-dress up under her armpits, lifts herself off the bed to hastily pull it off over her head as he continues to work adeptly at her loins.

She gasps again as two rough fingers push into the moist dark hole between her legs, humps appreciatively, pushing herself against the thumb working wetly against her tiny button, her nightshirt landing discarded atop his robe she places her mouth against the tight hard nipple protruding from his matte of greying chest-hair and it is his turn to gasp, a low guttural moan of pure animal need.

His fingers press into her channel and the hard throbbing life-form between his legs know that after months of longing and preparation, it is _finally_ time. The fingers are withdrawn and she moans, disappointed, until the penis begins rubbing, not gently, but lustfully, insistently, tapping urgently at the entrance to her juicy delights she reaches up to stroke at his nipples as the penis glides wetly along the pink split of her sexy cunny until it can stand it no more: it leaps into the abyss, driving through the tight narrow opening, spreading the delightful creature wide as it tears open this fresh package of pleasure for the very first time; she shrieks at a sharp burning pain somewhere inside her, between her legs, and a wetness between the cheeks of her buttocks.

She feels the penis driving into her opening her up more intimately than she had envisioned it it feels as if he will split her in two and she clutches him to her chest, rubbing her tender gum-drop nipples against his hairy chest concentrating on the contrast of her smooth pink skin against his masculine roughness as he moves urgently, leaning on his elbows, working rhythmicly he towers over her smelling of sweat and sex she feels the thing begin moving deep inside her belly and the pain of her abandoned virginity slowly, oh so slowly begins to resemble pleasure.

It fills her, stretches her, she feels his wiry bush tickle her own pussy pleasure centers as he plunges into her, marvels at the feel of his hairy body moving roughly against her nakedness, lurching violently, driving into her, opening her up, stretching her tight cunt to near splitting each time the penis pushes up into her, _demanding_ she relinquish to him the pleasure her firm young body encompasses.

She rides the building wave of ecstasy, exulting in the way his driving lust pushes her roughly about on the bed, marvelling at the rasping sounds of cotton sheets twisting beneath their humping bodies, opening her legs as wide as she can, inviting him to split her wider, penetrate deeper as an urgent pressure seems to build in the pit of her groin, begging for a release she has not yet imagined is possible.

He marvels at her passion, the penis swelling with pride as her pain gives way to pleasure it senses that she is in the end enjoying the ride and it quickens the pace; they are moaning and grunting, thrashing back and forth, the headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall, neither notices or cares that the young sister in the adjacent bed has been watching intently as the young beauty and her father rut frantically only scant feet away, neither is aware of any existence extending further than the pit of their groin or the pleasure center of their brain as their grinding genitals are making sticky wet noisy frantic sex.

He feels a burst of intense pleasure at the back of his head, more intense than any of the jolts he’s ever gotten from a line of even the purest coke… his testicles are snapped tight swollen to near exploding and semen spews the length of his prick, splashing thick and hot into the entrance to her now ripened womb, leaking from her narrow channel, squeezed out by his frantic humping, his sperm continues spewing into her interior until at last he pulls out, exhausted, dribbling the last bit of ejaculate.

He leans over his fresh-fucked girl licking and sucking at her beautiful nipples, rubbing at her moist pussy lips she humps wildly as one jolt of pleasure after another courses through her limber young body, she cries out wildly, wailing, almost tearful as successive jolts of unimagined ecstasy tear through her young loins her hips thrust violently into the space between their bodies, as he watches, awe-struck, her tight cunt spasming and twitching uncontrollably her lust-driven cries finally weakening, pleasure subsiding, turning to sweet sweaty exhaustion.

He rolls so they are lying, exhausted, side by side, squeezed into the narrow space of a twin bed, stroking each other in the afterglow of their animal passion. She leans up on an elbow to glance in the direction of the sister who is sleeping _intently_, rigidly, her small body turned away from the two bodies sharing the bed next to her, illuminated by the grey light of approaching dawn. The newly created _woman_ giggles at the thought of the little one witnessing their violent _fucking_, and kisses her father wetly and loudly full on the lips. He smiles at her, so like the mother must have been at that age, still lusty up until the moment she disappeared.

He whispers that they will likely have to discard the sheets, as there is much sperm, and blood, proof of her virtue.

Gathering his robe he pads softly from his girls’ room; passing the son’s room on his way back downstairs he believes he hears the unmistakable sounds of masculine self-pleasuring, and he smiles again as he prepares to start the day. The guilt will not happen till much later when the brain has forgotten the penis’ prerogative.

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Curled next to him on the couch reading some new novel, a teen romance from the school library. Her appetite for them seems insatiable to

him as he peers sidelong at her over the top of his reading glasses, pretending to read the paper as he stares possessively at her long tanned legs, so smooth and brown, stretching sideways away from his body, out from under one of his t-shirts that she has adopted as a nightgown; he smiles as he watches her, lost in her book, twirling one

long brown strand of hair around the end of her finger, brushing the soft ends across her mouth, her shoulder resting soft and warm against

his elbow his penis longs to feel more of her young firm but supple body snuggled against him, it is still so eager to explore the blossoming fruit of her loins, so recently unfolding before it’s very eyes.

The brother is lying face down on the floor at their feet, absorbed in some television program involving lots of grinding metal and squealing

tires and machine gun fire, a reward for finishing his homework and helping clean up after dinner. The little sister has been packed off to

bed an hour ago, already asleep.

He enjoys these times with the children, he has grown accustomed to the empty spot in his bed since she left them, a long time ago now, he thinks, almost a year. And the girl, the delightful creature so warm and soft, so close… she has become a welcome comfort…

He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl’s attention, and she does not disappoint, she turns

her head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her soft

silky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother’s back.

“Hey!” the brother does not turn to look at the two figures on the couch, merely twists, irritated, shrugging the book onto the floor,

shouts at the TV as the bad guys apparently are gaining the advantage…

She smiles up at him again, a smirking, mischievous grin, giggles softly, snakes a delicate hand under the newspaper. He moans softly

as his penis swells expectantly, hugs her closer to him, sliding his hand down the smooth cool length of her hip, stroking possessively

running his rough worn hand down the side of her firm young calf, marveling at the feminine combination of strength and delicateness; she reaches her other hand into the space between his back and the couch, and he moans softly — she giggles wickedly and slips her hand lower, down into the back of his sweatpants, tickling his buttocks, wiggling a slender finger into the crack of his ass, stroking the hair between his cheeks, somehow always freshly amazed at how hairy he is.

Unable to suppress a grunt of pleasure he is thankful the television is so loud, the boy so engrossed… He would have to admit he enjoys

this wicked game they have played almost nightly since finally consummating their forbidden lust, pushing each other to gasp and betray their sexual arousal in front of one or the other of her younger siblings… He strokes his hand up the back of her legs, pushing up the back of her t-shirt — his day-old t-shirt; she has

been swiping them from his laundry, she says they smell of their passion and remind her of him when she is alone in bed after his visits.

Her buttocks are fully exposed to the lewd attention of his roaming hand, should little brother happen to turn around from his program,

but he watches even the commercials, and it is her turn to gasp as his strong warm hand cups her left cheek she nestles half-prone, snuggling

comfortably against his side; he barely manages to suppress a girlish giggle as she sticks her tongue out at him, whispering ribald suggestions as his thick fingers push down between her buttocks, groping forward to brush at the downy fuzz sprouting on her plump young pussy.

She increases the intensity of her own groping under cover of newspaper, slipping her hand into the privacy of his pants boldly grasping the stiff hard flesh sprouting from his hairy bush; they are

now whispering and giggling, grunting and pawing at each other’s genitals; writhing in the beginnings of a bold passion he has turned to face her, the newspaper cast to the carpet his monstrous erection making a tent of the front of his sweats she has crawled into his lap

and is rotating her pussy around the head of his prick, exulting in the feel of rubbery hard flesh pressing soft fleece against her throbbing clit, the fat head of his penis pushing hungrily,eagerly,

at the opening of her young cunt she is staining the soft fabric with her slippery wet juices pre-cum oozing from the eye of his prick soaking through from the other side she sucks hungrily at his mouth, pulling at his lower lip the stiff bristles of his mustache tickling her nose, moving upward to slip her tongue along the roof of his

mouth, he thrusts his own tongue wetly back back against hers, licking and sucking at her face their tongues intertwine their hands roam frantically he gropes the front of her body through flimsy cotton jersey, plucking and grasping at the noticeable swelling around her plump nipples, she yanks up his t-shirt to run her fingers through the dense gray hair covering his firm chest, basking in his utter *maleness*, revealing in his *adulthood*.

He reaches behind her buttocks, pulling up the shirt that has slipped down around her hips to cover her nakedness, brushes a thick rough

finger gently against the tight little sphincter of her anus and she moans softly, lifting herself up on her knees, straddling his lap, reaching down between their undulating bodies their mouths still interlocked she pulls at the front of his sweatpants — his cock springs free and before he is aware of what is happening she has mounted him, fully impaled on his juicy stalk. Her pussy clamps down on his shaft, he groaned and she moaned with animalistic heat.

He moans, loudly, grunting feverishly as he feels her impossibly tight wet pussy sliding hotly down onto his thick shaft working her strong muscle her vagina grips him tightly, pulling and stroking him

continuously as she slides down onto him he groans, a jolt of pure electric pleasure traveling up and down the length of his cock as the head of his penis presses against the opening to her young womb, her smooth cool buttocks slapping against the hot hairy top of his thighs…

Suddenly, awkwardly aware of his sounds of animal pleasure echoing around the quiet room.

They turn toward the blank gray television set, gaze uncomfortably at the boy who is seated cross-legged in the middle of the floor staring

wide-eyed at the couch where his sister is straddling his father’s lap her hands on his shoulders, the t-shirt around her hips not quite

hiding the sight of the fat cock planted firmly in her cunt, spreading wide her pussy lips

The girl stares intently at her little brother, licking her lips wickedly, staring fixedly at the noticeable hard-on poking at the front of brother’s pajama bottoms. She giggles fiendishly at him, he is only a year beneath her in school, but to her he acts as brat, and slowly, sensuously, still staring at her brother, she

raises her hips, her father’s cockhead sliding away from the entrance to her womb she begins to ride the prick embedded in her twat — the

father has closed his eyes, unable to resist the pleasure of his daughter’s body and the two laugh wildly, uncontrollably, he lifts his hips up off the couch to stab up into her young body as she lowers her hips grinding towards his arching prick —

The boy sits transfixed, watching for a long moment as the two bodies meet in mid-air, undulating in an accelerating, animalistic fucking

frenzy. His small young cock is straining against the fly of his thin cotton pajamas and he races from the room red-faced, angry at being

laughed at, confused at the sensations the sight of their copulating has aroused in his own body…

The girl turns her attention back to the man whose cock she is sitting on, and she begins to ride her father hard, sliding up and down along

the length of the meat that is lustily prying open the intimate delights her young loins encompass her leg muscles are young and strong and she bobs the lower half of her body in a furious rhythm, meeting her father’s upward thrusts in a violent mid-air collision.

She cannot help but cry out as waves of pleasure rise in her groin from the pressure on her clit the pleasure building deep inside her belly where the head of his prick is causing cascading waves of

ecstasy she twists her hips, finding that special spot for his cock-head to probe her passion grows in fury her cries resemble the wild noise of a rutting beast he is moaning nearly as loudly, grunting wildly as with each successive traversal of the penis in her vagina, she works her interior muscles, milking and stroking the hard muscle

that he is pounding wetly between her legs

The father is lost in his own pleasure, clutching his daughter tightly against his chest, longing to feel her smooth nakedness against him there is no stopping this thing they have started there is no energy left to dis-robe her there is no part of his brain not overcome with raw pleasure he cannot contemplate the consequences of their blatant exhibitionism he can only thrust up into his beautiful young daughter, harder and more lustfully as she works his cock with her pussy muscles, their cries of lusty pleasure have become one voice and he can only thrust violently upward, spearing into her, his single goal in life to spew his seed up into her delicious, tight juicy cunt, exult in the sensation of the downy softness of her pretty pink mound as it sliding along his hairy belly in their reckless union.

Moaning, gasping, sweaty and exhausted, hoarse from their loud declarations of their passion, he believes he feels her pussy spasm against the surging pistoning length of his cock clutching at his shaft in violent orgasm he is too caught up in the pleasure coursing the length of his penis as he humps upward to be much aware of what she is experiencing… by the grin spreading across her face he is quite certain though that she enjoys it as much as he and he pumps his hips up off the couch his cock swelling, filling her completely spreading her to near-splitting his balls jerk and dance in their sack as their jism rumbles franticly surging the length of his shaft spewing out the tip of his prick sloshing wetly against the entrance of her mature womb dribbling out around his softening prick…

he humps more slowly, more gently, still hugging her against him as their bodies at last come to rest, exhausted, a tangled heap of sweat and body fluid lying crookedly exhausted on the couch in the familyroom.

They lie quietly together for a while, stroking each other in the warm afterglow of passion, though it is getting late, and they will both have to rise early, she to catch the bus that she and little brother and sister ride to the high school where she is in the 11th grade, he to make the long tiring commute to the City.

She rises slowly, his soft prick slipping from inside her, the t-shirt falling down around her hips as she reluctantly pulls herself off of his lap and away from the wet remains of their love-making, away from the incredible memory of pleasure now only suggested by his soft limp prick lying exposed between his legs, his sweatpants around his hips.

“I guess I better go to bed.”

She glances sadly at him as he reclines,

exhausted, leaning contentedly back in the couch.

“There’s room for you in my bed… if you want.”

Her brilliant smile lights his heart as he watches her skip off to the master bedroom down the hall.