Bringing the House Down

“More?”

Robert repeated his daughter’s words back at her, incredulous. He had never met a woman in his life who could fuck so long and so hard with so much passion and still not be completely wiped out. Though perhaps, he acknowledged to himself, that it was less about her sexual appetite and more about who she was fucking, for just as she seemed to have endless reserves in her youthful desire to keep getting fucked by her father, Robert could feel his cock was still hard for his daughter. He’d been known to go all night, but generally it required some work, some build up before the next ‘event’, so to speak. With Heather, she was like a living, breathing blue pill.

His daughter smiled and nodded mischievously, as she lay prone upon her father’s body, only her head lifted to look into his face.

“You’re going to be the **** of me,” he confessed, his hands sliding up her thighs again, finding again their grip upon her ass.

“If this is how we go…with my daddy’s cock in side me…” she purred as she ground her hips, pushing through the feelings of exhaustion seeping in, riding him again. “I’ll die happy…won’t you?”

“I always imagined spending my final moments in the arms of a good woman, I just never in my wildest dreams imagined that ‘good woman’ would be my own flesh and blood daughter,” Robert told her, the wetness of her walls wrapped around his shaft invigorating him. “Ok, one more, then we need to sleep.”

Heather giggled at her father, speaking to her as if denying her a sweet, though it was kind of true, but her father’s cock was better than any candy she could ever indulge in. Now that she’d had him, she wasn’t sure anything, not food, not wine, not dessert, not women, not other men, not even becoming a mother, would ever satisfy her so completely as her father and his monstrous cock balls deep inside of her. She wasn’t even sure ‘one more’ was doing to do it, but she’d cross that bridge after she’d rode it.

Their hips began to rock together again, their breaths becoming laboured and the creaking of the bed keeping time with their movements. Another sound soon filled the room, a wet squish from beneath their bodies. It was not, as they first presumed, Heather’s soaked pussy leaking cum around her father’s magnificent cock. It was the bed sheets, saturated with a mixture of their fluids; cum, squirt and sweat, many more than once and more than a little had left Heather’s childhood bed a complete mess.

“We can’t sleep here,” Robert informed her, still thrusting his member into her hole.

“I don’t care…where we sleep…” Heather breathed, bouncing more on his dick and feeling herself practically winded every time his cock was stuffed inside. “So long…so long as it’s with you…and this cock never leaves my pussy.”

Robert chuckled at the singular caveat that his daughter had issued. It wasn’t a problem though, in fact, he took great pleasure in placing his palms more securely upon her buttocks, gripping her tight as he raised his body, and in doing so, lifted her with him. Heather yelped gleefully, wrapping her arms around his neck, his strong arms hoisting her up, her knees hooked over his elbows, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Looking into her eyes, watching her expression, he stood up in one smooth motion, his daughter still hanging from his torso and his cock still securely inside her.

“Ooooh, fuck,” she moaned, her father’s motions, and gravity, pressing her cock deep inside of her. Though she trusted her father implicitly, she felt incredibly aroused, hanging from his neck, completely at his mercy. Hands still firmly on her ass, he took a step forward, moving towards her bedroom door, the very simple act of putting one foot in front of the other, inching his cock in and out of her hole. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she continued, “oooooh, fuck, oh, fuck.”

He moved with full, confident strides, his daughter light in his powerful arms, despite her full curves and heavy breasts, as if he’d been working out his entire life for this exact moment. But even he wasn’t impervious to what was going on between their bodies, feeling her velvety wetness on his cock as it moved back and forth inside her, her walls throbbing and squeezing his cock. He was moving so little inside of her, but it felt so good that all he wanted to do was fuck her properly, so, inadvertently, with every step, he began to add a slight buck of his hips.

However small, Heather could feel the extra thrust. It sent a quiver throughout her body. And it made her bold, encouraging her to be more daring in her father’s arms. Slowly, she lowered her hands, trailing them over her father’s shoulders, feeling how broad he was up close, and down his muscled biceps and holding onto his forearms, just below where her lower legs hung over the crook of his elbows. She was now wholly trusting him, supported by nothing but his wide, manly hands on her ass and the cock jammed inside of her.

Still, Robert kept moving, even though his daughter’s body have become heavier without her arms around his neck. Not much, but it was a noticeable difference. But the father was much more captivated by his daughter’s large tits, in full view of his lustful eyes as she leaned back, watching as they bounced gently with each stride and thrust. Salivating over her breasts, his lust grew, burning even hotter, and he began to subtly pull Heather’s hips against him with his hands, just as indeliberate as his bucking hips.

They had passed from the bedroom in to the hall, but neither father nor daughter were paying much attention to their surroundings, much more focused on the sensations that abounded from his cock slipping inside her tight slit. With every step, his strides slowed and his thrusting became more intentional, pulling his daughter hard onto his cock, until they abandoned walking altogether, standing, fucking in the middle of the hallway. He looked down at her face as he fucked her hard and fast, purposefully now that his desire had gotten the best of him, both smiling as they acknowledged the very arousing fact that they couldn't even make it down a single hallway before fucking each other’s brains out again.

Heather could do little but hold on to her father’s arms as his grip on her ass worked in unison with his hips, pulling and pushing simultaneously, to drive his cock, repeatedly, with a **** that felt that it would rip her in two, his tip brushing the deepest reaches of her hole. She moaned, her jaw hanging open as the sounds came quickly, rising and falling with her hips, her tongue falling out as she panted to catch her breath, her body so hot she thought the sweat would steam right off her skin. And yet she could barely hear her own voice over the loud slaps of their hips and thighs as her father pumped her whole body up and down his length, the fleshy contact reverberating throughout the large, thankfully empty, manor.

His daughter’s pussy walls had a vice grip around his shaft, tightening as he shoved himself in deeper, but so wet that which might have hurt brought naught but pleasure. The mixture of hot and moist, as her pussy felt like it was intentionally milking him, left him unable to hold back the onslaught for much longer. He could feel his cock throbbing, hardening even though it was already as rigid as steel, cum bubbling up from the base of his shaft, and as fit as he was, he knew that, when that happened, his knees wouldn’t be able to hold him. He could feel it coming, a big one, the kind of climax that saps all the strength from your being.

Rather than risk injuring his daughter, because wouldn’t that be a doozy of story to try and explain, he had to get to the bed where he could give way without harming her. It took a lot of self-restraint to fuck her less and walk more, doing the opposite of what his body was screaming at him to do. He took it one step at a time, resisting the urge to cum as well as the urge just to fuck her without holding back again. Perhaps he could even have just laid her down on the floor and fucked her there, but he didn’t trust his strength not to leave him the moment he gave the go ahead to go down. He was committed to carrying her to his bedroom now, and that’s what he was going to do.

Unfortunately, they ran into a problem. Or rather a door. The door into his bedroom was shut, Robert lamenting the fact that he must have shut it tight behind him when looking for Heather earlier. He pushed her up against the heavy oak door and began fucking her wildly again. It shook with echoes of their bodies. Pressing her hard against the door, he used it to support her body, as one hand left her body and fumbled for the door handle. His pleasure addled mind couldn’t focus to find the knob or turn it the right way, too busy nailing his daughter to the wood.

The door shook as they slammed against it, the **** of Robert’s body pushing into Heather, through her, and into the door. His hand was on the door knob now but he wasn’t opening the door. He held it, like leverage, as he drove into her pussy with the full length of his cock, the hinges rattling as the quake of their fucking rippled through to the very edges. The door banged, like someone was beating on it, trying to knock it down as Robert’s cock drove Heather’s ass hard against it, though neither paid it much attention, the other sounds, of their bodies, of Heather’s incoherent moans, making it difficult to hear even if they hadn’t been so distracted with each other’s pleasure.

These doors were made to last, expensive and thick, designed to keep sound and heat in, but nothing lasts forever, especially not when you have two people rutting like wild animals on top of it. The hinges creaked and the door shivered as Robert delivered one more blow, driving Heather so hard into the door her cheeks stung red, and down it went. With their full weight against it, Heather and Robert fell forward too. She panicked and threw her arms up over her father’s neck, clinging on again, as his hand went back to her ass, struggling to save her, his only thought her wellbeing as he stumbled forward, almost falling completely, spinning as he tried to regain his balance, aiming the bed whenever it came into sight.

He made it, just, falling onto the bed with his daughter beneath him. Secure upon a mattress, feeling as if there could be no surer ground after all he went through to get her, he shoved his cock into her pussy hard and fast again, all the sounds of their sex returning but with the banging of the door replaced with the creaking of the bed. Pleasure tore through Heather’s body, the comfort and safety of her father’s bed enabling her orgasm, whatever number she was at now, to finally ravage her senses. And with her pussy spasming around his shaft, his climax soon followed, his cum filling her hole.

Their bodies melted together, their actions slowing until they were laying together, her father atop her body, panting loudly. His chest was heavy upon hers, suffocating her already breathless lungs, so he rolled off, to one side, his cock finally slipping out of her after only god knows how many orgasms. She felt her stretched hole ache around the emptiness where his cock had been, as his cum, mixed with her own juices, dripped down her thighs, over the curve of her ass that hung over the edge of the bed, leaving a mess on the wooden floor below.

“Holy shit, daddy,” Heather gasped, sitting up on her elbows and looking at the downed door, confirming that she hadn’t simply imagined it amidst the delirium of her impending climax. “We broke the door!”

“I know, honey. That’s certainly a first for me,” Robert admitted to his daughter, frowning at the wreck. “I’ll have to get someone to fix it tomorrow.”

“Why bother? It’s not like we need any privacy from each other anymore,” she teased, rolling on to her side and snuggling up close to his body, her large, soft tits pressed against his arm and one leg draped over his waist. “This’ll be a fun story to tell; the tale of how I was pounded so hard into a door that it came off its hinges.”

“Heather,” he said sternly, clothing himself in his fatherly persona. “You know you can’t tell anyone about us.”

“Well, they don’t need to know it was you who was trying to fuck me through a door,” Heather insisted, placing her palm upon his chest and feeling his strong heartbeat beneath his ribcage. “Besides, I was only planning on telling my friends, who already know.”

“Just…be careful,” he warned her, pulling her head close and kissing her crown. “We were nearly discovered once already. As fun as tonight was, we can’t always be this daring and free.”

“No, just here…in his house…in this bed…” she said, her voice sultry as she leaned up, and kissed her father again in a most unfamilial way. Opening one eye she glanced down, smirking into her father’s mouth when she saw his cock twitch as it filled with blood once more.

Their tongues danced together for a moment longer before Robert pulled away, battling to keep his senses. “We really need to get some sleep,” he told her, his voice ****.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed, throwing herself back upon the bed sheet and stretching out with her arms above her head, giving her father a very clear view of her exposed body, her full breasts calling to him as her distended shape thrust them high. “I’m beat.”

“I’m all sticky.” He sat up and, for the first time in hours, took stock of himself, looking like he’d been through the wringer. His slightly tanned skin had taken on a grimy, dark tone, his whole body doused in sweat, leaving him feeling uncomfortable in his own flesh. “I think I need a quick shower before bed.”

“I’ll get one in the morning,” Heather replied, stifling a yawn. “I feel really drained now. I might be asleep by the time you get back.”

“Don’t worry about it. You rest,” he said, instinctively leaning over and kissing his daughter on the lips as he would any other woman who stayed the night in his bed.

He rose from the bed, his knees shaky from multiple orgasms and carrying his fully-grown teenager daughter from her bedroom to his, and busting down a door. He still couldn’t quite believe they’d done that, shaking his head incredulously at himself as he stepped into the ensuite and pushed the door over, leaving it ajar. It was hard to believe anything about tonight was really happening, expecting to wake up at any moment and realize it was just a really good sex dream. But, since he’d started looking at his daughter as a woman, he’d imagined taking her many times, and, even in his mind’s eye, it had never been this good.

Turning on the shower, he waited a moment for the water to warm before stepping inside. He adjusted the thermostat, so that the water was slightly cool without being ice cold, feeling it refresh him as the sweat and dirt were purged from his pores and hair. Within a matter of moments, he felt more like himself. The foreign skin he’d adorned was shed. Unfortunately, he also felt more awake, beginning to wonder whether he would ever get any sleep this night. He looked down at his cock, watching it throb, though he couldn’t tell if he was ready for another round or if his mind was simply lingering upon the last view of his daughter, laid strewn upon the bed.

He jumped slightly at the sound of the shower door opening. Half-turning, he was greeted by his daughter, still completely naked, stepping beneath the stream of water from the shower head above. She snuggled up to his side once more, her hand reaching up to feel his heart again, then sliding down to grasp his cock.

“Mmmhm, maybe I will take that shower now,” she said, panting already as she took his warm, hard shape in her small hand.