Now the Path of 'Must We?'

Robert stepped inside his daughter’s bedroom, crossing the threshold, his eyes fixed upon her, naked, lying across the bed as he moved his arm behind him, shutting the door tight. This was the first time he’d seen her completely nude as a mature woman. The closest he’d come to seeing her naked, truly naked, had been at the office, as she pulled up her skirt and bared her ass to him, rubbing her cheeks up and down his shaft until it slipped inside. It had just been the tip, but the feeling of his own daughter’s tight pussy wrapped around the head of cock had pushed him over the edge, erupting inside of her. But even then, it had just been her ass. She’d still been partially clothed. This was the first time he’d seen everything all at once and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She was perfect. Most fathers would probably say the same about their daughters, but then most fathers would never see their daughters laid bare before them as he was. Her sultry stare, the way her dark hair fell over her face and neck, that beautiful slender neck, her body unblemished and so naturally tempting like a renaissance painting of a goddess, every curve and contour, every shade and tone a carefully crafted brush stroke. He couldn’t comprehend how she could look at him with such lust, and lie there so bare, and yet look so tasteful and artful, the Reclining Venus making his cock stir.

Though he knew that she reminded him of her mother, he also knew that had little to nothing to do with why he was harder than he’d been in his entire life. And for a man who had spent a significant portion of his life participating in sex parties and fucking women, that was no small feat. But Robert doubted that Brooke’s breasts had ever sat as high and proud upon her chest as Heather’s did. Certainly not in the time that he knew her. They were large too, larger perhaps even than his ex-wife’s. Nor had he ever known Brooke when her ass was as tight and round as Heather’s was right then and there, if it ever had been.

No, he concluded, as his eyes travelled along her long, strong legs, to her small, feet, well maintained toe nails and rubbed of any rough skin, his daughter was by far the most beautiful, tempting, fuckable creature that he’d ever seen. He felt like pinching himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. But his daughter really did look that hot, and she really was lying on the bed, completely naked for him, waiting for him to come over and fuck her like she’d been asking him to for days now. It felt like he’d been staring at her for a lifetime, though really only a few minutes had passed.

Without a word, he crossed the room to the side of the bed. Heather rose to meet him, kneeling on the mattress so that she was face to face with her father. He reached out and steadied her with two hands on her hips, feeling her soft, warm flesh beneath his palms as he leaned in and kissed her again. Her lips parted to greet his, their tongues moving almost immediately to meet the other. He felt her hands, hot, even through his skirt, slide up over his chest to his neck and begin loosening his tie.

Undone, she tossed it aside and instantly started work on his buttons. He understood what she was doing, and he could have helped, but he allowed her to undress him. She seemed to enjoy taking her time with it, carefully undoing each button one by one, rather than ripping his shirt open. She tugged it out from his pants and rolled it down over his shoulders, feeling his muscles on her finger tips, moaning slightly into her father’s mouth. He released her, for a moment, giving her the space to push the shirt off his arms completely, before gripping her hips again, as Heather’s hands return to his front. They trailed their way down his chest, naked this time, feeling the hair and muscles, remembering all the times she’d seen him bare chested and wished she could know how it felt.

Her fingers dropped to his belt, unbuckling it first before moving to the clasp of his trousers and lowering his zip. His pants parted, revealing his bulging underwear underneath. She reached up and kissed him again, her hands on his neck as she pulled him down onto the bed, on his back beside her. Her lips left his, but remained on him, planting kisses down his neck and over his toned chest, over his abdomen, down to wear his trousers loosely hung around his waist. Lifting her head, she bent over the edge of the bed, reaching down to untie his shoes, his feet still on the floor.

Even in the simple act of taking off his shoes, she couldn’t do it without being utterly tempting. She was poised on the edge of the bed on her knees, her top half over the side as her fingers worked his laces. The result was her cute rump pushed high into the air and giving her father a complete and unobstructed view of her asscheeks, naturally spreading as her thighs tucked next to her body, and the clam between her legs, already wet and steaming, her natural lubrication drooling from her gaping lower lips.

Reaching out with one hand, he traced her hole with a single, thick, middle finger, teasing penetration. She moaned “daaaaaddddyyy” as she pulled off the first shoe, her voice reminding him of how she sounded when he embarrassed her in public. He rotated his finger, making little circles and smearing her juices all around her mound, making it shine and glisten. She grunted and groaned, trying her best to remain focused on getting this shoes off but her father’s finger was increasingly distracting. Even when he withdrew his digit, she could hear him sucking the lubrication from his finger, and feel it return, wet with her father’s saliva.

Finally, she got the shoe loosened enough that she could just pull it off his foot, not quite fully undone, but enough that Heather was able to make it go sailing across the room, as she sat up, covering her wet little puss from her father’s intrusions. “Later,” she told him, as she returned to his pants, yanking them down his legs with equal ferocity. “I don’t want to wait any longer to have you inside of me.”

Robert understood, lifting his hips as his daughter pulled his trousers down to his knees, gravity taking them to his feet, and then letting him do the work of kicking them off completely. Then his underwear, his boxers sliding easily off his legs once Heather grabbed the elastic and stretched out of the way of his huge, thick cock. Her father’s erection rose up, sitting almost completely straight as it pointed towards the ceiling, so huge and thick that it was a wonder how it had ever managed to fit in his boxers at all. The act of unveiling it was like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. A cute trick, but Heather was more interested in making it disappear again.

His underwear fell to the floor, atop his trousers, leaving Robert completely naked, side by side with his equally nude daughter on her childhood bed. She leaned down over him, pressing her mouth to his again, kissing as her hand moved to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his girth. Her hips rolled with her strokes, as if begging herself to roll on top of him and just sink down on her father’s huge dick. There was nothing more stopping her. No people, no clothes, no moral reservations. Their time was now, to fuck as freely as they wanted.

Instead of rolling on top of him, it was her father who moved, pushing her back and lying atop his daughter, his hips between her legs. Her thighs spread naturally as he moved into position, though her hand didn’t leave his cock, idly pumping it as the cockhead moved before her slit. She didn’t even have to look down to feel that her father’s cock was right before her entrance. The slightest movement would put him inside her. He too knew that his cock was right in position, feeling the heat from her sex. But their eyes were trained on each other, face to face.

“I love you, daddy,” she said, her voice certain but quivering with need.

“I love you too, honey,” he replied as he lowered his hips.

Her fingers slipped from his cock as she felt his head press against her lips. She was so wet, but even so she could feel herself spreading around his thick, bulbous tip as his cock began to sink inside of her. Her pussy welcomed him, accepted him, so wet, he could slide in with ease without any friction, but he was just so thick and long that she still felt her body working to accommodate his size. This wasn’t like in the office when only the tip had popped in. Her father was sliding in deeper, his cock almost as thick half way down as it was at the top, pushing in until her pussy was clamped tight half way down his cock.

Heather rolled her head back and moaned, her hands reaching under her father’s arms and grasping at the muscles on his back as she felt full, even though her father’s cock still had a ways to go. For most men they would already be balls deep inside of her, but her father’s huge cock was still able to fill her further. But he didn’t. He pulled back, his cock sliding out with just as much ease, now lathered in her juices, her pussy making a lewd squelch as it was emptied. The squelch was soon replaced with a wet sucking as he pushed in again, gently, carefully, lovingly giving his dick to his daughter.

She reached up and cupped his face, pulling his lips down to hers. They kissed again, indulging in the taste of each other’s mouths as her father pushed his cock back into his daughter’s vagina, feeling her walls grip and spasm around his shaft. She moaned into his mouth as he filled her, going slightly deeper than before, stretching out her pussy again. He held himself there, his cock inside, kissing her, allowing her to acclimate to his size, but before long, he was pulling himself out again. Almost all the way, until her opening was gripped around his glans, before pushing back in, just as slow and tender as ever.

They were taking their time, after all, they had all night, savouring the feeling of sex finally. It felt like a dream that neither one wanted to wake up from, so they allowed themselves the pleasure of taking a leisurely pace, enjoying every inch, every contraction, of each other’s sex. They enjoyed feeling so close, physically, their grinding making them both hot and sweaty, skin to skin, transferring heat back and forth, and emotionally, their happiness making the other even happier. Though Heather had teased her father with the prospect of fucking, instead they were making love.

Still, as loving as they wanted to be, there was no denying the same kind of pleasure that was mounting. A bolt of pure energy it seemed pulsed from between her legs and she broke the kiss, rolling her head to one side as she moaned loudly. His cock slid deep inside her, his thick cock rubbing against the rough ridges of her walls sending an intense tingling sensation flowing throughout her body. They had barely begun it seemed and already her body and brain were being flooded with outrageous pleasure. She twisted her body, gripping again, harder, at his back, not wanting to get away from the pleasure, but feeling like it might rip her apart from the inside.

Robert pulled out and thrust in again. His daughter’s pussy was just as good for him as it was for her. As experienced as she was, she was still incredibly tight, but also ridiculously supple, feeling her walls stretching to accommodate his thickness like no other woman before her. Of course, there had been other women who had taken his cock, all of it, and made him feel good, Monica Bishop came to mind, but none made him feel quite so connected as it did with his daughter. Maybe it was psychological, or maybe it was how his cock just seemed perfectly fitted for her tight hole, but Robert didn’t really care. He simply relished in the pleasure his daughter was giving him as he pushed deeper inside her.

His feet were still on the ground, as he leaned over his daughter, bent over the edge of the bed. As he pushed deeper, he raised one knee up onto the bed, pushing her thigh back against her, allowing himself to sink another inch into his daughter’s hot hole. Heather moaned loudly again, almost screaming even, with pure joy, as she took his cock, feeling her vagina stretching, lengthening to take more of him. She was almost at her limit though. Soon his head would press against her cervix and have nowhere else to go. This wasn’t like with her throat where she could loosen her jaw a little and relax and slid it in at the risk of suffocating. When this tunnel ended, it ended.

Her father pulled out and pushed his cock back in, with a single fluid motion, this time giving her his whole meaty length. His tip met her cervix, already slightly open, ready to receive his cum, defanged as it was. Heather felt a slight discomfort as his cock reached the end, but her eyes widened with marvel and awe that his balls were resting against her buttocks. She almost laughed, if she could have while moaning; they were an absolute perfect match. Now Robert knew that it wasn’t just in his head. This pussy, whether it belonged to his daughter or not, was made for his cock.

The realisation spurred the incestuous pair on, Heather grinding her hips against her father as he pulled back, just about half way, and slid back to her cervix, taking care not to push too hard. She felt her vaginal ending widen just as the rest of it had to accept her father’s cock. As he pushed in completely, his balls slapped against her ass with a dull clap. He pulled back and pushed in again, raising up his other leg to kneel completely on the edge between his daughter’s legs. His balls made contact with her ass again, her legs raised over his knees, the slap of flesh ringing out in the room.

He was picking up the pace. Still fucking her lovingly, but now with some urgency, as it were an emergency that only his daughter’s climax could solve. A climax that was steadily building with each thrust of her father’s huge cock pushing inside of her, filling her completely, plugged so tight that not a drop of her feminine juices could leak out when he pushed in right to the hilt. She squealed, an adorable girly squeal as he shoved his cock back inside, staring up at her father’s face as he looked back at her. Their eyes locked, seeing the lust and love and silently urging the other on.

Wanting to go faster but lacking the leverage, Robert reach down and took Heather’s buttocks in his hands. With a tight grip on her ass, her arms wrapped around his neck and her body still impaled on his dick, he lifted her with minimal effort and laid her on the middle of the bed. Heather cooed, her father lifting and positioning as he pleased with such strength making her body grow hotter as an erotic shiver ran up her spine. He pushed in balls deep and then withdrew only to slide right back in, his slick movements gaining speed with his new, firm footing upon the bed.

“Fuck, yes, daddy, oh,” Heather cried out as her father’s stiff cock stuffed her pussy again, and again.

His hips rapidly bucked against her, pushing his member between her legs into her heated wetness, as she thrust her hips up to meet him. The bedroom, his daughter’s bedroom, filled with his daughter’s things, atop his daughter’s bedsheets, was consumed with sounds of their fucking, the squish of her box taking his cock, the sweaty clap of their bodies meeting over and over, moans and grunts from both, a harmony of pleasure. He’d never be able to look at this room again without thinking of his cock inside his daughter and how fucking good it felt.

“Oh, oooooh, daddy,” Heather fought to look at her father, as a shot of pleasure electrifying her body made her back arch. “Daddy…I’m going to cum…you’re going to make me cum, daddy.”

He looked her in the eye and said, “me too, sweetheart, I’m close.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her feet behind his back to lock him into her. There was no risk in him cumming inside her, because of his vasectomy, but since she couldn’t make it a reality, she would do the next best thing, make it her fantasy. She could imagine, fantasise about her father’s cum flooding her womb, her belly swelling with her father’s child, an ultimate act of love, to create life. So, with her legs locked around her father’s hips as he humped against her, she told him, “Cum. Cum inside me!”

The tightness in his balls was already surging up his length with or without his daughter’s express consent, and even without her legs around his hips, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to tear himself away from her sweet, tight hole long enough to pull out and not cum inside her. But, since the planets had aligned, he let loose, pushing all the way in again, balls deep, his daughter’s pussy wrapped tightly around the root of his shaft, the head of his cock right against her cervix. It opened to create him as his slit opened in kind, and spewed forth his seed deep inside his daughter.

That final thrust set Heather off, orgasming around her father’s dick, head falling back, eyes rolling, as her hands scratched his back, trying to hold on as if for dear life. Her pussy squeezed rapidly around his cock, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, she felt her father’s cum shooting out, the warmth spreading out from deep inside her, almost like it were pulsing from her very core. That sent her climax into overdrive, so enraptured that her mind went blank, void of all thoughts but the cock buried deep inside her and the man it belonged to.