Insatiable

Heather and her father rested for a moment. Neither moved, Robert’s weight still gently laid on top of her, his half hard cock still balls deep inside her. They could feel the other breathing, their chests rising and falling against the other, almost synchronized, as their bodies worked to recoup the oxygen they’d failed to receive while fucking. Lifting his head, he looked down at his daughter, her head rolled back, still in a dull ecstasy. She turned to gaze back into his eyes, her face flush, hair a mess and her own pupils glazed, looking for the first time at her father as her lover.

As if sensing her feelings, he lowered his head again, this time to hers, bringing their lips together in a full kiss, tongues immediately swirling together. Heather wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Gone was the hesitation and trepidation of two new lovers exploring each other, of father and daughter testing the boundaries; they were both now fully secure in the knowledge that this felt good and right to be with each other, and they wanted to indulge. They wanted to gorge on each other. After tonight the world would seep in, so better get their fill.

The kiss grew more passionate, both leaning into the other, licking, sucking, biting on each other’s mouths. Energy seemed to flow into their bodies, seemingly from nowhere, generated only by their lips mashing against each other, **** to taste the other fully. They found themselves reinvigorated, revived, refreshed, as their bodies revved up. They both knew where this was going, without even trying. Heather’s hips began to grind against her father’s pelvis all on their own, his thick cock sliding in and out of her hole ever so slightly with the rhythm of her movements. His cock had already been hardening, enlarging, but her own movements had him back to fully erected in mere seconds.

She pushed him away, with a suddenness that shocked her father, and rolled him onto his back, straddling him now instead as she rolled with him, never allowing his cock to slip from her hole. Sitting atop him, she placed her hands on his chest and began to move her hips again, slowly rolling them, grinding as she let her father’s thick member slip out of her hole a little, just a bit, then slid back, sinking it back in. She rose again, letting a little more than his shaft out again, before pushing her hips back, filling herself with her father’s cock again.

She repeated this motion, letting more and more of him out as she lifted herself higher and higher, then dropping down, remaining slow and steady, as much for her benefit as it was for his. Part of her really wanted to go wild on his cock, but she enjoyed feeling every inch sliding in and out of her, taking it luxuriously and savoring every ridge and vein of her father’s cock. He groaned beneath her and she smiled, knowing that this leisurely pace was having the same effect on him, feeling her wet, silky walls as they tenderly moved along his shaft.

Eventually, though it seemed to take forever, she ran out of cock. All that remained inside of her was her father’s cock head, his glans peeking out beneath her lower lips. She moved her legs, moving from her knees on to her feet, still straddling her father, face forwards, her legs wide so that her father could very plainly see his large cock extending right into his daughter’s pussy. He groaned at the sight, only barely able to grunt her name as he reached out and took her forearms in his hands, helping her to balance. The groaning only deepened as Heather began to lower her ass, squatting on her father, pushing his cock back, deep, inside of her.

Thank fuck for cheerleading the dark haired teen thought as she dropped her hips, allowing her father’s cock to fill her again, unceasing until she felt her buttocks meet his thighs. She rested there for a second, before moving up his shaft again, her lower lips leaving streaks of her juices on his cockflesh. She felt her muscles flex as she lifted her body up, her hands grasped around her father’s wrists as he supported her. She moved a little faster this time, still using all her strength and training to let his cock slide out of her deliberately slow. Then down, resisting the urge to just fall back and envelop his cock in one go. She breathed, and told herself it was just like doing squats in the gym, just like training for a cheerleading routine…except those exercises didn’t make her pussy twitch and fog up her mind.

She could feel her body becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of his long, thick cock sinking inside her. Her skin felt tingly, her body on fire and electric at the same time, while her mind spun, dazed except for the vague sense of euphoria pouring out from her core. Her ass met his thighs again. She moved immediately this time, lifting herself up, faster still. Her pace increased as desperation began to overtake the desire to indulge. Her appetite deepened and she had to fill it. Her pussy rumbled with hunger, sending shivers up her spine as she rose and fell again on her father’s cock. Her buttocks clapped lightly against his legs as the full length of his cock slotted into her hole, and she moaned loudly as if in reply.

Her legs shook, the distraction of pleasure making her strength wane, but somehow she remained on her feet, spread across her father. She looked down at her father’s face, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring, almost awestruck at his cock being taken by his daughter’s hole, enjoying the full, unobstructed view she was offering. She bit her lip, wanting to see what he saw. But she couldn’t see enough just by looking down. Taking her arms from his, she leaned back, and placed her hands on his lower legs, still astride his lower waist.

Now she could look down and see first hand her lips spread lewdly around the thick round shape of his shaft, stretching, though she no longer felt it, to accommodate his manly girth. She watched as she pushed down with her hips, making her slutty, wet hole take his full length again. The slap of their skin as her ass bounced against him again resonated throughout her bedroom, the very sound making her quiver. Without taking his eyes off her center as she rose off his dick, again, he reached down and took hold of her legs, steadying her, though her father’s very touch made her feel unbalanced.

Rapidly she rose and fell on her father’s cock now. Though she hadn’t come long ago, she could feel the pleasure mounting again, and it spurred her on. She wanted to cum on her father’s cock again. No, she needed to. She needed to cum. She needed that release. She couldn’t even think straight. She had no earthly idea how her legs were still raised, how her hips were still moving. Her muscles had begun to ache and burn. And yet, like a machine, she kept sliding herself back and forth along her father’s shaft, her pussy lips stroking him from inside.

“FUCK. YES. DADDY.” The words came out in screams, each in time as she slammed her pussy down on his cock now, intent on fully impaling herself as hard and fast as possible. She pushed down once more and her vision went blurry as her mind went blank, pure delight and ecstasy overriding her mind. She held her body against him, balls deep as she shuddered, feeling the pleasure ripple through her body her muscles weakening. Her legs wobbled in and out, her upper body swaying. Even with her father’s grip, she felt herself falling, her body sapped of all strength, devoured by her erotic high.

She was saved by her father, sitting up and wrapping his hands around her body. One wide hand spread across her back, feeling her spine arching as bolts of pleasure shoot up her vertebrae, while his other hand went lower, gripping her ass and hoisting her on to his lap proper. His hips ground against her, letting her feel some slight movement of his cock as she rode the wave of her orgasm. She laid her head back, exposing her neck, and it was just too tempting not to kiss it. Her eyes rolled back, feeling his lips on her skin.

Robert had no idea when his daughter’s orgasm passed, if it even did, but he felt her move against her, grinding her hips in motion with his, letting his cock push in and out of her. She even wrapped her arms around his neck, but her head remained arched back, her tongue lolling from her mouth, the pleasure so intense she couldn’t even speak. Perhaps, at this point, her body was just responding to his actions without the need for forethought.

Secure in his lap, Heather rocked her hips back and forth, matching her father’s own grinding movements as he brought his legs up, folding them beneath her. She kept her legs spread, her feet flat to the mattress though she was no longer using them to balance, thanks to her father’s support. But her powerful, toned thighs still helped her slide along his lap, as did her hands, now on his shoulders, pulling and pushing herself along his thick cock still lodged inside her.

Together they rubbed their bodies together, a soft, wet slurp resonating from between their bodies as her pussy sucked him in and his thick cock **** her juices to spray out around his girth. His lap, and the bed beneath them, was soaked in sweat and squirt, his cum mingled with hers, pushed out as he repeatedly plunged her hole. Certain she had regained her composure, that the orgasm had at least faded, for now, Robert leaned back, placing one hand behind him on the bed, though the other remained on her ass, holding his daughter’s buttocks as she moved on his body.

He looked up into her face as she continued to grind her body on his cock, his eyes roaming over her body on his way up. Her whole body moved with her hips, like a wave, her back arching and falling, her young, natural breasts bouncing in place, her slender neck seeming to elongate when she moaned, allowing her to lift her head and declare her pleasure to the heavens. Her mouth was permanently open, her pink tongue just inside, as she panted heavily, her body doing what it could to cool itself as the intense heat rose from between their bodies. Her eyes gazed back at his, sparkling and blue, like Silver Lake in the height of Summer, her eyelids half drooped, resisting her natural instinct to shut them so she could look at her father for just a few seconds longer.

The sounds in the room grew louder as their pace quickened, a harmony of flesh smacking, wetness, moaning and grunting performing a sweeter sound than any orchestra in the world. Heather rocked her hips faster, as he ground back against her harder too. She could feel another orgasm coming, even as she was still dazed and sensitive from the second. He could feel it too, her pussy walls twitching around his shaft, grasping and squeezing him like a rapidly opening and closing fist. He could feel her body graving his. She shuddered and shook, a third orgasm commandeering her motor skills.

Her father kept her body moving, grinding against her as his hand on her ass tightened its grasp, continuing her rocking motion on his cock even when she couldn’t. The persistent movement, his cock still sliding in and out, repeatedly filling her sent her orgasm into overdrive, though she hadn’t thought that possible. The world became an explosion of colors, synaesthesia taking over, as she felt herself become unfettered and unanchored from the world, drowning in an ocean of pleasure as it utterly overwhelmed her senses. Though supported by her father, he couldn’t do anything as her body completely gave in, collapsing forward.

He moved his hand from behind his back to grab his daughter, cradling her naked body against his bare chest, his cock still inside her. Without his own support, he fell backwards too, lying flat against the bed with his daughter lying completely atop him. Her legs had finally given way, sliding down from her feet back to her knees, though still straddling her father. Even in her pleasure induced delirium, she still had the wherewithal to moan to her father, begging him to keep fucking her.

“Keep. Going.” The words came out in gasps, just as before, but quieter, her body so wrapped up in the ecstasy flooding her veins that she no longer had the energy to shout or scream. But no matter how high or low she felt, she would never not have the presence of mind to ask her father to fuck her. “Please. Daddy.”

He was amazed and bewildered that his daughter wanted to keep going, half expecting that after the third orgasm that she would be near comatose. But he wasn’t about to start denying his daughter now, of all times. He brought his knees up, a leg on either side of her ass, his arms still wrapped around her torso as he began to thrust up into her. He didn’t start slow or soft, he pushed his cock into her hard and fast, giving her his whole length in powerful, quick bucks. Heather simply moaned in reply, immobilized by pleasure, held in place, and taking great delight in getting fucked by her father.

She felt a new wave of pleasure wash over her body, crashing like the sea against the rocks, feeling it with her whole body right down to her bones. Just as she pleaded, her father fucked her, thrusting up, his naked ass bouncing on his daughter’s bed as he shoved his cock up into her wet, welcoming, open pussy. He kept fucking her, throughout her fourth orgasm. Or perhaps it was simply a continuation of the third. He slammed into her again and again, a fifth orgasm erupting from deep inside her as if **** out from her body as his cock sank back inside.

Then came the sixth. And seventh. Then eighth, eighth, ninth, twelfth, twentieth. Heather lost count, unable to tell which were new orgasms and which were just the same ones fluctuating in intensity as her whole body became nothing more than nerve ends firing off signals of pleasure. It was just one never ending climax, her senses frazzled from the persistent, unrelenting euphoria bombarding her mind and body. She clung to her father, as she buried her head in his neck as she felt his cock flex inside of her.

He would cum soon, even amidst her own pleasure she could feel that. She knew it would bring another orgasm with it, but she didn’t care about that. She just wanted her father to have his own climax, to share in the pleasure she was receiving. She started moaning in his ear, encouraging him, urging him on, rambling with a delirious, feverish need as her brain swirled and struggled to focus.

“Cum, daddy. Cum for me Daddy. Cum for your daughter,” she said, the words almost becoming a chant. “I want to feel it inside me again Daddy. Your cum, daddy. Show me how much you love me. Let me feel it, Daddy. I want to feel your love leaking out of me.”

She hardly knew what she was saying, the words forming from some primal desire, speaking from her baser instincts. But the words had the desired effect Robert groaned beneath her, feeling his balls tighten as his daughter’s silky, slippery pussy tightened again around his invading shaft, her rapid orgasms making her cunt spasm. Her pussy walls were completely in sync with her voice, milking his cock as she begged for his load. Hearing his own daughter, the sweet voice he had come to love and cherish so much, plead for him to cum inside her, to pump her so full she overflowed, was more than he could bear.

He pushed his cock up one last time, completely enveloped by his daughter’s hole right to the root, as his balls twitched. Cum shoot up through his cock as his slit opened, hosing the inside of his daughter’s pussy with his load. He bucked, involuntarily, a few times, his body jerking as his own orgasm travelled up his spine. His cock spasmed inside her, shooting off countless ropes of cum. For the longest time it seemed that his dick just would not stop but after several minutes that felt like an hour, the torrent stopped, reducing to a trickle.

They rested together, daughter lying atop her father, almost quaint and idyllic were it not for their naked bodies drenched in sweat and the father’s cock still snug within his daughter’s sex. His cock softened slightly, now that there was no more activity, and his cum immediately leaked out of the newly formed gaps where her hole had been stretched. And yet Heather still wasn’t done.

As disheveled as she looked, unraveled as she felt, her hunger for her father had been rewarded with a feast. She couldn’t stop until she had tasted every dish, and had her fill. She lifted herself up, looking her father in the eye and she smiled. He smiled back, looking tired but not completely spent, and she knew he was feeling just a ravenous as she was. Her eyes sparked as she opened her mouth, breathing laboriously for a moment as she found the word she wanted to say.

“More.”