Wayne-ter Wonderland [Christmas Special 2025]

Jonathan Wayne shifted his stance as nonchalantly as he could, trying to appear casual. His eyes flicked away from the view drawing his attention, and he tried hard to focus on his old friend Lincoln Calloway, tuning out a violet clad distraction.

Lincoln was talking about what his eldest daughter Lilian was up to these days, and usually the topic of Lincoln’s sexy Indian 23 year old daughter would be keeping his attention, but he was a bit distracted tonight.

Bad night for it too, what with it being the annual Christmas party that Wayne Incorporated threw every year. The parties were usually legendary, as Jonathan spared no expense, and had the Calloways’ entire banquet hall to use. Lincoln and his sexy wife Shreya were very generous when it came to letting Jon use all their fancy venues. They had a handful of spots they rented out for things like the high school prom, weddings, engagement parties, and whatever else got people shelling out cash for a night in stuffy ties and suits.

The benefit though, was just how good some women looked in fancy gowns, Jonathan reflected as Shreya Calloway swept up to say hello, beaming. The gorgeous woman was in her early forties, wearing a deep rich green satin dress that looked perfect with her cinnamon colored skin. The dress dipped just enough to show off those impressive very large breasts without being too risqué at a major town function.

Jonathan felt those breasts brush his chest very quickly as Shreya sidled up against him to kiss his cheek.

“The party’s going great so far.” she relayed. “Everybody seems to be in high spirits. I could have sworn I even saw Nate Tower smile.”

“Impossible.” Jon shook his head. “He hasn’t cracked a smile since the fifth grade.”

Lincoln and Shreya both laughed, Shreya leaning easily against her husband’s side.

“The party is really a hit.” Lincoln added. “Charity donations are sky high as well.”

“Easy to get people excited about donating when there’s an open bar.” Jonathan shrugged.

“And when your donation collector is so…” Lincoln trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Genetically blessed.” Shreya finished, smirking just slightly.

Jonathan couldn’t help but glance towards the young woman in question. Olivia Vane was talking with a pair of gentlemen in their fifties or sixties while looking dazzling in a sky blue dress. It completely failed to hide the incredible swell of her bosom, and it also clung rather enticingly to her thick hips. Her cute black glasses just completed the ensemble, her long blonde hair in cascading wavy tresses tonight.

“Your assistant certainly is good at charming people.” Lincoln chuckled.

“You must be quite the charmer yourself to have gotten Sophia to agree to that.” Shreya mentioned, her eyes also taking in the view of his buxom right hand woman.

“I made sure to emphasize to my wife just how much I value her.” Jon said, unable to keep his lips from quirking into a badly restrained grin.

Shreya laughed softly, shaking her head, eyes heated and intent. “A one-woman man you may be these days, but you’re just as much of a rascal as ever.”

Jonathan glanced sideways at Lincoln, who seemed to be watching Jon and Shreya intently.

“You never seemed to mind.” Jon whispered to Shreya, enjoying the flush he got in response. He casually stroked Shreya’s cheek, her face leaning against his palm ever so slightly, her eyes gazing up at him dark and eager.

Lincoln cleared his throat softly, and Jonathan and Shreya moved apart. Jonathan cast his eyes around the velvet-floored banquet hall, his eyes taking in the full tables, the smartly dressed Amethyst Shore citizens, the towering Christmas tree aglow with twinkling lights and shimmering tinsel, and the populous bar with clearly stressed out bartenders. He had a feeling that the open bar was going to result in a hefty sum leaving his bank account, but money was no real object to him.

Jonathan had quite the interesting relationship with Lincoln and Shreya, ever since he’d found out Lincoln likes to watch. Of course, he hadn’t ‘found out’ so much as he’d stumbled into the astonishing sight of Shreya on all fours getting fucked by a stranger while Lincoln sat in an almost comedically cliche cuck chair. That was years ago now, when their kids had all been young, and several times in those years since, Jonathan had been propositioned by the Calloways.

It was a call he had yet to say no to, as that call meant he wound up with a curvaceous buxom Indian woman moaning her head off on his cock. He’d thought Sophia might blow a gasket when he brought up the first offer the Calloways had made. To his utter astonishment, she’d almost encouraged it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever loved that woman more than when she pulled his cock out then and there, pumping his impressive length while telling him how much he needed to go and accept.

Sophia and Shreya were close friends, and the (admittedly large) conceited part of him wondered if they’d ever gushed about the size of his cock to each other. He’d always hoped so, but, well, that wasn’t really his business, as nosy as he was. He and Sophia had a relationship of deep, well-built trust, and though his eyes tended to wander once, twice, ten times a day, his hands stayed firmly away from any woman who wasn’t his wife. Or Shreya, of course.

Well, and he’d fucked their maid that one time. Sophia had given him permission for that one too, while she was in France for a modeling shoot. She’d taken up modeling about six years ago, when the twins started being more self-sufficient. Skylar and Sam had been twelve, and while Jocelyn had been only five, she had two older siblings at that point who could help watch her if Sophia did have some kind of modeling thing that kept her away, which was rare. Never mind that Sophia Wayne was one of the most well-known names in the modeling industry, she practically never missed a bedtime story for Joss.

Speaking of Jocelyn, he spotted his eleven year old daughter a few tables away looking around extremely suspiciously as her damnable Uncle Shawn was clearly smuggling her Christmas cookies. Her blonde hair was in a single plait down her back, and she had her father’s mischievous eyes. Skylar had been a wild child since day one, but Jocelyn was by far the more mischievous of his two daughters, always pulling pranks and trying to perform increasingly elaborate heists, usually of the baked goods that their chef made. He’d have to talk to his twin brother about not encouraging the cookie thief.

“Oh! Melody!” Shreya gasped, suddenly making a beeline over to a brown haired woman Jonathan recognized instantly as Melody Thompson, the wife of Thompson Conglomerate CEO Diego Thompson, who was decidedly not a nice man. Nate Tower was an unsociable punk, Fleur Beauregard was a prissy rich girl who was spoiled by her husband/cousin now instead of by her parents, but Diego Thompson was just an asshole. Lincoln gave Jonathan a half shrug before following his wife, and Jonathan frowned. He hoped Lincoln wasn’t displeased he’d been flirting with Shreya in public. She’d been goading the hell out of him, he had to respond in kind.

His wife Melody was nice though, and Sophia seemed to like her, though they didn’t spend much time together. Jonathan had always got the sense that Diego disliked Melody being out of the house without him, which made his skin crawl, but Diego didn’t seem physically abusive or anything, or Jonathan would have stepped in. As it was, he’d talked to a few police officers into looking into Melody’s welfare, but they said she was fine physically. Emotionally, an asshole like Diego must wear at her.

“Jon!” a lovely voice called, and Jonathan forgot all about Melody as he turned to see a vision in emerald coming towards him.

Long blonde hair, bright verdant eyes, full lovely lips, the kind of smile that men went to war for, and a great pair of tits to boot. What more could Jonathan ever want from his wife?

He caught Sophia Wayne up in his arms, spinning her around easily before leaning down to plant a kiss on those glossy lips. They weren’t usually that glossy, but he supposed she’d splurged for the Christmas party. She wore a rather Christmas-y dress, a brilliant emerald gown with red bows on the straps.

She’d mentioned to him earlier that evening that the dress had been a set with some similarly themed lingerie, and it had been hard to go too long without thinking of that image in his head. His hands slid down his supermodel’s wife slim body, enjoying the familiar feel of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing up at him with a smile.

“What?” Jonathan asked, finding himself smiling. Just couldn’t help it having a beautiful smiling woman in his embrace.

“Just happy.” Sophia said lightly. “The party’s going great. Mom’s trying to stop Dad from doing shots with Sam, but he keeps saying something about it being a grandfather/grandson bonding experience and Sam’s egging him on.”

“Yeah, no surprises there.” Jon muttered, making Sophia laugh. “I’m almost afraid to ask. Jocelyn is swindling her uncle out of cookies, Sam’s convincing his grandpa to get him shots, where does that leave my little angel Gwendolyn? Talking her great grandmother Deborah into a pyramid scheme?”

“First of all, Skylar doesn’t have a great grandmother Deborah.” Sophia said wryly. “And no, she’s not sweet-talking any family members. Last I saw, she was dancing with that boy.”

“Ugh.” Jonathan wrinkled his nose.

“You know, I’m pretty sure my dad made the same face back when we were dating every time your name came up.” Sophia mentioned cheerfully.

“Do not imply that Sky and… him will be getting together any time soon.” Jonathan shuddered.

“This town does have a torrid tradition of teen pregnancies.” Sophia carried on, clearly enjoying herself.

“You’re an awful, awful person, you know that?” Jonathan shook his head firmly. “She will not be getting pregnant by that teal eyed twerp. Absolutely not.”

“I think he’s sweet.” Sophia smiled. “And he clearly treats Skylar well, she wouldn’t put up with anybody who didn’t.”

“They’re not dating, I do have to point out. They’re just… close friends.” Jonathan cleared his throat.

“Right. Just friends.” Sophia said, waving a hand casually. “Just plain old friends. Boring friends.”

“What the fuck did he do to my little girl?” Jonathan demanded, making Sophia laugh.

“Nothing terrible. There was some mistletoe, and they kissed. It wasn’t more than that. He even kissed his sister under the mistletoe too, it’s just a silly holiday tradition.” Sophia explained.

“Do you think I have enough money to make a teenager disappear? Just hypothetically?” Jonathan mused, and Sophia punched his shoulder with a laugh.

“Danielle would be heartbroken, and you know how much time we spend together modeling. I simply wouldn’t be able to keep the lie going. I’d tell her everything and your cute rich little ass would be in jail and you’d only see me for conjugal visits.” Sophia pouted.

“At least there’d be conjugal visits.” Jonathan said cheerfully.

“Oh, they wouldn’t be able to keep me away.” Sophia giggled, and Mr. and Mrs. Wayne fell into another passionate kiss.

“You know, he’s hardly the first boy Skylar’s been around.” Sophia noted.

“Yes, and I dislike this one in particular.” Jonathan maintained. “He irks me.”

“I have a theory about why, you know.” Sophia waggled her eyebrows.

“Like what?” Jonathan frowned.

“You see too much of yourself in him.” Sophia said with a hint of triumph. “You remember how you were like, and you don’t want that for your daughter.”

“You think… you think I’m like… you think he’s like…” Jonathan gaped.

“Don’t blue screen on me, baby. You’re both charming, handsome blonde men with a penchant for sexy blondes with hot green eyes. Sure, his eyes are a bit bluer than yours, but the similarities aren’t hard to see.” Sophia shrugged.

“You think he’s handsome?” Jonathan exclaimed.

“For a teenager.” Sophia shrugged. “I’m a married woman, Mr. Wayne, I’m not gonna sleep with an eighteen year old.”

“You’re damn right you’re not.” Jonathan huffed. “Unless I do crack that fountain of youth, then you’re welcome to fuck eighteen year old me.”

“Only if you promise to fuck eighteen year old me.” Sophia raised an eyebrow.

“Oof, that’ll be a hard time, but I’ll make the sacrifice. I’ll do it. I’ll fuck your tight little-” Jonathan nodded emphatically, making Sophia flush crimson and slap her hand over his mouth.

“Jonathan! We are in public at a Christmas party that basically the entire town is at.” Sophia hissed. “Do not mention my tight little anything.”

Glumly, Jon held up three fingers. Scout’s honor. Sophia removed her hand, still looking scandalized. Jon had to laugh at his wife’s expression, and he kissed her cheek as a violet clad girl brushed past the edge of his peripheral vision. He couldn’t help it, he turned his head towards her, drinking in the view.

There she was. His great sin.

Skylar Wayne was looking fantastic tonight, his elder daughter wore a violet colored dress, one that was closely fitted to her torso while flowing outwards like a ballgown as it passed her hips. Her blonde hair was elegantly styled, festive silver glitter sparkled on her cheeks, and her lips were a velvet red that he couldn’t help but picture wrapped around his cock.

Oh, he was going to hell.

He couldn’t point to where it had started, but in the past months, Skylar had grown more and more enticing to him. Her ridiculously perky breasts were large and mouthwatering, and her ass was fit, toned, and looked like you could bounce a quarter off it. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, and it was a crime that her gown didn’t show off those smooth, sexy legs. Her green eyes always whispered of playfulness, and her easy grin was just so arousing.

She was hard to think about without his cock stirring to life, and it made him almost snarl with jealousy seeing her with those dumb teenage boys. Jonathan Wayne, despite his best efforts, was irrevocably and desperately attracted to his daughter.

Even her name sent shivers down his spine. He’d taken to calling her by her middle name Gwendolyn to try and stave off that effect, but he’d just come to associate the name with his sexy little angel.

Suddenly, those green eyes of hers were looking back at him, and she smiled brilliantly, moving through the party to him. Weakly, he wanted to protest, to wave her off, to run from her, but he just stood there beside his wife as his daughter came up to him.

“Hey, Daddy.” Skylar grinned, and Jon despaired feeling his pulse speed up, feeling his length growing in his pants as his eyes couldn’t help but flick to her sensual cleavage, those large breasts nestled together in the corseted part of her gown.

“How’s the party going?” Jonathan rasped, his mouth dry all of a sudden. He absolutely should not feel this way about her, should not be picturing his daughter between his legs, sucking his cock with those bright red lips.

“Oh, it’s going good.” Skylar huffed. “Charlie Tower tried hitting on me, but I didn’t punch him this time.”

“I’m very glad to hear that.” Sophia said, her voice sounding dim as something roared in Jon’s ears at the thought of Charlie even trying to touch his Skylar.

“You alright, Daddy?” Skylar raised an eyebrow, and Jon felt like a clueless teenager again as he nodded. He’d not been so out of control over a girl since he’d met Sophia, and even then, maybe not. This was a new experience for him, and it was killing him slowly every second that he wasn’t fucking Skylar’s brains out.

“I’m fine, honey.” Jon shook his head. “Just a little warm in here.”

“That’s what I’ve been complaining all night!” Sophia agreed, grabbing his arm. “Maybe I’ll go and talk to Lincoln about it.”

“Tell Uncle Linc that I said hello.” Skylar put in, and Sophia nodded. His wife kissed their daughter’s cheek, then slipped off into the party.

Jon found himself suddenly alone with Skylar, and realized too late he should have volunteered to go find Lincoln. To get some respite from the temptations that his daughter provided him every day.

“You sure you’re OK?” Skylar frowned, biting her lip thoughtfully (and very distractingly).

Jon nodded. “I’m fine, seriously.”

Skylar seemed to make a decision, and she shook her head firmly. “Nope. I’m taking you outside, Daddy, you look like you’re burning up.”

She hooked her arm through his, and Jon couldn’t do anything as she led him out of the ballroom, down a hallway, and onto a balcony. Having Skylar so close, hanging on his arm like she was, did nothing for his state of mind. Her breasts pressed lightly into his arm, and her head kept coming to rest on his shoulder.

They passed through the French doors out onto the balcony, and Jon drank in the shock of the cold. It jolted through his lustful, sinful thoughts and provided a brief moment of clarity. It was brief only because Skylar moved to stand before him, and he couldn’t help but see her magnetic cleavage, even in his peripheral vision.

“Better?” Skylar raised her eyebrow, and Jon just nodded.

“Better.” he agreed. She looked pleased, and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He fought the urge to seize her by the hips and plant his mouth on hers, pressing his hard cock into her so she’d know what she did to him.

The balcony they were on was fairly secluded, but the doors to it were glass, and there was plenty of window- no! He should not be considering the safety of making out on this balcony. He shouldn’t wanna make out with her at all. He definitely shouldn’t want to rip that dress off her.

“What is wrong with you tonight?” Skylar huffed. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks. Months, really.”

“I just- it’s work, it’s been very busy and-” Jonathan tried desperately, but she was unconvinced.

“No, it’s not work. You’ve been super weird around me. Barely spending any time with me, always getting texts whenever I come into your office, I just don’t get it. Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” Skylar asked him, looking at him with big, hurt green eyes. Jon couldn’t bear to see that hurt in her eyes, not even for a second.

“You did nothing wrong, angel.” Jon groaned. “Nothing.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?!” Skylar demanded.

Things moved too fast for his sluggish, lusty brain to even attempt to follow, but the next thing he knew, he had Skylar’s hips in his hands and he was kissing her.

Fuck. He had to stop. He had to stop doing this, he had to stop kissing her, he had to let go… But why was he pulling her tighter to him? He was done for.

His mouth moved hot and eagerly on hers, and it was just then that he realized… she was kissing back. Slowly at first, but as it continued, her lips opened more, mashing against his, her tongue yielding to his as he slid his tongue into his daughter’s mouth. His hands ran up from her hips, trailing along her sides until he grasped her shoulders and physically yanked her away from him.

Panting and flushed, he stumbled away from her until he backed up against the edge of the balcony.

“I’m so sorry.” Jon groaned. “Sky, I should never have-”

He was cut off by her slamming up against him, and this time it was her kissing him. He was briefly, momentarily stunned, before everything rushed back into him. The cloud of self-loathing mixed with deep, unfulfillable lust was pierced by what made him Jonathan Wayne. Skylar wanted this too, he wasn’t a monster, she didn’t hate him.

She didn’t hate him.

It was with great relief that he kissed her back. His hands found her slender, tall body and he squeezed her hard as he flipped them around so it was her up against the balcony’s edge and him pressed against her. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and he tugged her lower half as flush with him as he could, cursing her voluminous dress.

It was a long time before their mouths separated, and Jon was loath to let go of her.

“This is why I’ve been so weird around you. I couldn’t even look at you without wanting to do this to you.” Jon mumbled.

“Just this?” Skylar asked innocently, but her eyes were anything but innocent. Those green eyes sparkled with eager desire.

“No.” Jon murmured. “Not just this.”

Skylar shivered in his grasp as his lips found her neck. He enjoyed the taste of her sensitive skin, enjoyed how her hand came up to clutch at the back of his head.

“Daddy…” Skylar mewled, and he felt a great leaping in his pants at that sound.

“You are so stupidly perfect.” Jon told his daughter, enjoying the pleased look in her eyes. “You’re gorgeous, ridiculously sexy, and I cannot believe that I am doing this with you. I should be kicked to the curb just for wanting this.”

“Wanting what?” Skylar prodded, her eyes searching.

“Wanting you.” Jon told her fiercely. “Wanting to spread your long, gorgeous legs and fuck you.”

Skylar shuddered in pleasure, hands visibly trembling a little. “Did you know that I finger myself to you all the time, Daddy?”

Jon’s eyes went wide, but Skylar wasn’t done confessing. “Mom caught me, once, moaning out Daddy as I was knuckle deep inside myself.”

“She never said anything.” Jon shook his head, stunned. The thought of what Skylar was describing had his cock aching for release, the vision of Skylar’s naked body filling his mind.

“Good.” Skylar exhaled. “I wanted to tell you myself just how wet you make me. I’ve had a crush on you for… damn, I can’t even remember how long.”

Jon’s only response to that was to kiss her hard.

———

The pair of Waynes stumbled into an empty office, and Jon locked the door behind them. The upstairs of the event hall was where Lincoln, Shreya, and their staff had some offices, and there were several empty ones.

Or rather, previously empty ones. Ones like the one Jon found himself in now were currently occupied. They also had passed other offices that had closed doors and muffled sounds of pleasure coming from the other side.

Jonathan walked forwards and seized his teenaged daughter up in his arms, yanking her close to him as he enveloped her slim, fit body in his arms. He longed to seize the material of her dress and physically rip it off her body, but it might be hard to explain away why Skylar’s designer dress was ripped to shreds.

Instead, after pushing her lips against his for one more fiery passionate kiss, his daughter turned around, looking sultrily over her shoulder.

“Unzip me?” she bit her lip, and Jon fought back the urge to groan as he complied, watching more and more of her smooth back come into view. He tugged urgently as he pulled the dress down her body, and then it dropped to pool around her feet, leaving Skylar standing there wearing just panties, along with the sheer stockings and heels she had worn beneath the dress. Clearly, she had not been wearing a bra in the dress.

She turned around to face him, a teasing smirk on her vivid red lips as she had her forearm folded across her breasts, squashing them behind the arm. It covered up her nipples and not much else, creating extremely interesting cleavage, sideboob, underboob and all the other kinds that Jon was too eager to list.

He walked forwards, heart thumping in his chest as he grabbed the wrist of the arm covering her breasts. She looked up at him, green eyes almost daring him to do something about it. He yanked her arm away from her tits and felt his cock pulse rapidly seeing the view.

“Oh, fuck…” Jonathan groaned.

“Like what you see, Daddy?” Skylar smirked.

Her tits were large and extremely perky, defying gravity in the way that youthful breasts did. His eyes drank in every ounce of her nearly nude body, absorbing the view of her firm nipples, her flat stomach, her toned navel, the pink panties she had on, and the sheer black stockings covering those gorgeous legs, along with a pair of black heels to match. His daughter was a tall girl already, but even with the heels, he was taller than her.

“I very much do.” Jon groaned. He moved forwards, but she stopped him with a palm on his chest.

“Your turn.” she said, indicating his clothes with her other hand.

Jon didn’t think he’d ever taken his clothes off so quickly. In seconds, his suit jacket, his shirt, his tie, and everything else had been ripped off. When his boxers came off, Skylar’s mouth fell open in amazement.

Jonathan’s legendary cock was rock hard, long and curved and throbbing with need for the sexy angel it had helped create. He reached down to stroke it almost thoughtlessly, just taking in the view before him. He stroked his cock as he watched Skylar shimmy out of her panties, and he grunted as his cock leaped in his hand seeing Skylar’s bare pussy. He surged forwards without another second wasted, and caught her by her bare hips.

Their naked bodies pressed together, his cock flexing against her flawlessly flat stomach, enjoying the feel of her as they kissed passionately. His hands slipped from her hips around to grab her ass, making her moan into his mouth. Her nipples dragged against his chest as they kissed, feeling hard enough to cut diamonds, just like his cock was.

Skylar, his stunning angel of a daughter, dropped eagerly to her knees without warning, and Jonathan stared as she reached up for his cock. It twitched in anticipation, and she giggled as her long slim fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Jon groaned at the feeling, and his groan only deepened its’ pleasure when she lifted her head and flicked her tongue against his tip.

“You taste so good, Daddy.” Skylar giggled again, and she wrapped those ridiculously red lips around his tip. One hand cupping his balls, her other hand gripping the base of his long shaft, Skylar began to bob her head on his cock.

“Shit.” Jon grunted, staring down at her green eyes, which refused to leave his face. His hands gripped her blonde hair, his hips bucking uncontrollably as her velvet soft mouth engulfed more and more of his cock.

“Skylar, baby… fuck..” Jon groaned, and he was helpless to stop the cum that erupted into his daughter's mouth.

Skylar drew back, mouth still open so he could see the very sizable load sitting on her tongue, slowly dripping down her chin. She swallowed every drop, tongue coming out to clean off her chin. Her swallows were very dramatic, letting Jon see her throat moving, each motion of her porcelain throat reminding him that it was his cum that she was swallowing.

“That didn’t take long at all.” Skylar teased.

“You’ve been killing me for so long.” Jon shook his head. “I’m amazed I lasted that long.”

Skylar laughed, and gave the underside of his shaft another kiss.

“You have another round in you? Or is Jonathan Wayne past his prime?” Skylar raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. Jonathan turned slightly and turned back rapidly, slapping her face with his cock, hard enough to make her gasp.

“Get on your feet. I’m going to show you why you shouldn’t speak to your daddy that way.” Jonathan growled, and Skylar scrambled to her feet obediently, green eyes wide, cheeks flushed with desire, not embarrassment.

He reached between her thighs, grinning feeling how soaking wet she was. He grabbed her by the arm, and with one hand on his arm and the other exploring her pussy, he walked her backwards until she could set her ass down on the desk of the unused office.

Her legs spread wide for him without him even having to say anything, and Jon felt life surging very quickly back into his cock at the sight of Skylar, sat back on the desk with her legs spread. She looked like such a good girl, sitting there looking up and waiting for instructions.

He wanted to slam his cock all the way into her and keep pounding until he couldn’t physically couldn’t, but he **** himself to slow down just a little. His fingers kept working her cunt, using the very techniques he’d mastered on her mother’s pussy. Skylar seemed to enjoy the same things as Sophia, he noted interestedly. She had the same pleasure points, and, after leaning in to nip at her ear, he decided she had the same erogenous zones.

Sophia went wild when Jon nipped at her ears, and from the way Skylar moaned in surprise, hips lifting briefly off the desk, he guessed she’d never realized she had the same weak spot.

Jon placed his cock against Skylar’s wet slit, not placed at the entrance, but with his shaft aligned with her lower lips, feeling his cock grow slick with her arousal as he slid along her entrance. Skylar was quickly panting, especially when his hands palmed her perky tits, thumbs pressing and rubbing her nipples.

“D-Daddy!” Skylar begged. “Please! Fuck me!”

Jon’s cock throbbed against Skylar’s pussy at her words, and he was so close to fulfilling her desires, but he couldn’t yet. He leaned in to kiss her neck, one hand moving from her breast to her back as he pulled her close, leaning his hips back and then pushing forwards. He held her close in his arms as he slid slowly inside her, every millimeter deeper feeling closer and closer to heaven.

A shivering moan broke free from his daughter’s lips, hitching and gasping as he slid deeper and deeper into her. She shuddered briefly at the size, which wasn’t unfamiliar to Jon. Many girls struggled taking his cock before he met Sophia. And Sophia struggled, too, it’s just that he fucked her enough to the point where she could take his massive cock without much trouble.

Skylar’s long legs lifted to wrap around his waist, making Jon grunt as she needily pulled him deeper.

“Fuck…” Skylar whimpered, hips wiggling as she tried to accommodate his size.

“Just relax, baby. Relax, and let me in.” Jon murmured, kissing Skylar’s neck as he got closer and closer to bottoming out.

“You’re so big!” she moaned, thrashing in his grasp.

“I know, baby, I know.” Jon grunted, cock throbbing as her tight soaked pussy squeezed around him. She was almost too tight, but as he pushed deeper, her hole stretched for her daddy.

“Fuck!” Skylar screamed, and he felt a spasm go through her whole body as she orgasmed, legs gripping him like iron as his hips finally met hers, his whole impressive length submerged inside her hot fiery tunnel.

“Oh my god…” Skylar whispered breathily. “Ohmigod.”

“You thought all those legends were myths?” Jonathan chuckled, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

“I thought they couldn’t be so true.” Skylar panted, fingers moving to touch the spot right above her pussy, where she must be feeling him. “I feel so full.”

“You prefer something smaller?” Jon raised an eyebrow, and he laughed when her eyes went wide with alarm.

“No! No, definitely not. I just… I need a minute.” she continued breathlessly.

“I’ll take it slow for you. Tell me when I can pick up the pace.” Jonathan said, and his angel nodded desperately, her once elegantly styled blonde hair quite a mess by now. Her breasts and skin shone with sweat, and as he slowly began pumping into her, he loved watching the pleasure flicker across her face.

He took it slow, as promised, no matter the strength of the primal urge inside him begging him to pick up the pace. He didn’t want to make this anything other than ridiculously pleasurable for his baby girl.

“I’m sooo sensitive down there.” Skylar moaned, gripping his upper arms tight, her nails digging into him.

“You’re good?” Jon checked, groaning, and she nodded breathlessly.

“Don’t fucking stop, Daddy.” Skylar demanded, and he chuckled.

He felt her pussy starting to accommodate him more and more, found it easier and easier to thrust in and out of her, and before he realized it, his pace was speeding up.

Skylar hadn’t made so much as a sound of protest, but she also hadn’t told him he could speed up.

“Still good, baby?” he checked, breathing hard, and she didn’t seem to be able to put the words together, just nodded desperately with her eyes fluttering in ecstasy.

Jon took that as permission to really start fucking her, and he loved watching his baby girl’s sweaty slender body arch up into him as he started truly pounding her. Her legs lifted off his waist, and Jon noticed they were trembling. He lifted his arms so she could rest her legs on them, and she looked grateful as his hips slammed into her over and over.

“You feel so good, angel.” Jonathan grunted. “I can’t believe I’m fucking you right now.”

It took Skylar a minute to formulate a response, but what she finally came up with was “C-Christmas m-miracle.”

Jon chuckled, driving his cock into her soaked pussy like Santa coming down the chimney. And not to make the obvious pun, but Skylar didn’t have long before he was going to make it a white Christmas.

The temptation of seeding his eldest daughter was too much to resist, but he didn’t want to cum in her without her say-so, as they definitely were not using a condom.

“I want to cum-” Jon spoke up, but Skylar cut him off.

“Inside! I’m so close! Fill me up!” she begged, lifting her legs up to wrap around his torso again, yanking him deeper in one go. With a roar, Jonathan pushed all the way into his daughter. His cock fully bottomed out inside her, his balls slapping against her, he growled.

He gripped her hips and pulled Skylar deeper onto his cock, needing to be as close to his baby girl as possible, and he was reaching his limit on just how close they could be. Maybe it was his imagination or wishful thinking, but he could have sworn he felt the tip of his cock brush her cervix as he came buckets inside her, setting off her own explosion. Ropes and ropes of incestuous cum shot out into her pussy, and he kept rocking his hips until his cock was fully spent.

Skylar’s hand ran through his hair, her breathing as ragged as his was.

“Daddy…” Skylar panted. “We need to do that again.”

“I don’t plan on ever stopping fucking you, angel.” Jonathan told her firmly, making Skylar flush.

“Good.” she said just as firmly. “I want this every day, I don’t want to just have a white Christmas.”

“Careful what you wish for, I’ll paint you white every damn day.” Jonathan chuckled, amused at her using the same pun as him.

Like father, like daughter he supposed.