Taylor wanted more

“Come on, let’s go to the couch,” Taylor suggested and I followed obediently, my erection leading the way. My daughter was wearing dark exercise tights, and though it was a little dim in the house I could still see how shapely her ass was. And then she was already pulling them down as she reached the couch. Her pale skin was quickly exposed to me, my daughter gone bottomless in seconds. She laid back onto the couch, her expression sultry in a way I didn’t know my daughter could look. I could feel her eyes on my bulging cock and I stumbled over to her like a zombie.

So gorgeous was my teenage daughter I wanted to admire her perfectly shaved pussy and long lithe legs a little longer, but sensing her impatience I clumsily clambered on top of her.

“Maybe we should use a condom,” I thought out loud. Something in the back of my mind sort of felt like a muffled screaming. I looked down at my daughter’s exposed pussy, her hand stroking her vulva in a showy, provocative fashion. She wanted me to see her wetness. Her wetness for daddy.

“No condoms dad,” she told me. “Don’t need em. And it feels better this way right?” There was no disagreeing with that, I knew. But should I? I blinked at the strange, baseless doubts in my mind as I lowered myself towards my little girl. She wasn’t so little any more to be honest. Sure she was short, but I could see from her dripping pink gash that she was all woman. And she needed a hard dicking from her dad. Even my moment of hesitation was too much for her.

“Fuck me, dad,” she demanded, and I nodded. I grabbed my cock, rubbed the head of it against her sopping entrance. Even if she was calling the shots I still wanted to have my fun with her. My daughter was receptive to the teasing, sighing pleasurably as I brushed my head up and down, side to side of her oozing vagina. But I couldn’t hold out for long, the deep seated longing I had to fill my daughter’s cunt with my cock now able to be realised.

I took the plunge, feeling her warm wetness envelope my near steel hard rod. “Oh my God…” she gasped, her hands gripping my forearms as I sunk inch after inch into my daughter’s tight pussy. Every important memory I had about Taylor seemed to rush at me in this moment: when she was first born, when she took her first steps, when she first called me dad, when she started school, when she cried in my arms after her mother died… Now I saw her, Taylor, my beautiful adult daughter, felt her walls squeezing around my cock. I thrust further, wanting to push my cock as deeply as I could into my babe. Her whimpers of joy filled my heart and flared my lust. Finally bottoming out in her, our pelvises flush, I released I had been holding my breath and gasped. “Dad…” she moaned, breathless herself. “You’re inside me dad. You’re so big… your cock is so big and it’s all the way… oh my god… yes…”

I just nodded, feeling so connected with Taylor that giving her this deep carnal pleasure was the only thing on my mind. But I also wanted to use her for myself. She felt like the perfect cock sleeve and I could feel my cock pulse and swell even more at the thought. Sex license or no I need to make her mine.

“You’re daddy’s slut aren’t you?” I growled and her eyes widened, as if seeing me for the first time. I began to grind into her and found I could squeeze a breath from her chest like this. But I wanted to feel more and so I started to slowly fuck my daughter.

“Ohh shit… ooh... “ she mewled as my thick cock slid in and out of her, stretching her tight cunt as her juices pooled onto the couch cushions. “Yes… dad, I’m a slut,” she agreed breathlessly.

“What was that?” I asked her, having heard my daughter admit to being a slut with perfect clarity, but pretending she had been too quiet. I thrust into her pussy with a bit more **** knowing that it made it harder for her to answer.

“I’m… daddy’s… slut…” she moaned, and she began to meet my thrusts with her own. “I’m… daddy’s… whore!” My engine was really revved now, and watching as my daughter blushed while I fucked her was the most debauched thrill I ever felt in my life. God her cunt was so good. I thought about her beautiful mother, remembered how in love I was with her and how good it felt to fuck her. But to have my cock buried so deep in my Taylor? This girl that I had made with her mother… that I had raised… who was now such a slut for me… nothing could be better. And nothing could be worse. My heart was racing. I could even feel the thudding beat down to my balls. What was I doing? I should stop. I wouldn’t stop, I picked up the pace in fact. I started to really pound my daughter and she wailed. In this moment I didn’t care if it was in joy or in despair, I needed to use her cunt because I created it. It was mine. She was all mine.

“I love you Taylor,” I growled, bearing down on my little girl. “You’re mine. My slut. My whore.” She was looking up at me with the most beautifully innocent expression, then she was kissing me hungrily. Yes. All mine. I felt my balls swelling and my cock thickening, I was about to topple over the edge. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned her, a sudden panic replacing my delirious lust.

“Yes dad!” I heard my daughter cry. I looked down and saw her again, her face no longer innocent, but wanton and flushed with desire. Her mouth was open, tongue hanging out, moaning from her chest with each hard thrust I gave her. The distant voice of reason was still back there on the periphery of my awareness.

“I… I should pull out,” I gasped, my pelvis still moving as I got closer and closer. I could feel Taylor’s pussy gripping my ever hardening cock. Small hands came up to grab my head, to make me focus on my daughter’s face.

“Cum inside me! Claim me! Please dad!” he begged, her eyes piercing me soul. “Cum inside me please! Dad please!” How could I refuse her? My precious girl. My little Taylor. My perfect whore of a daughter. Claim her? She wanted to be claimed by her father.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted, and unleashed inside her. I called out unintelligibly, ape-like, as I pumped my daughter full of cum. Pulse after wonderful pulse I felt myself fill her twitching cunt, my balls like a thumping heartbeat.

“Yes! Yes yes yes! Dad! Fill me up yes!” she screamed, and her feet were locked behind me. I wasn’t ever going to pull out, not until I was sure I had shot my complete load inside my little girl. I kept shoving my hard cock into her, the sound of our squelching bodily fluids so deliciously filthy I could feel my still erupting cock shudder. She felt it too and her walls squeezed me. I don’t even know if she orgasmed during me painting her insides but as I was coming it felt like her pussy was milking me for all I was worth.

I must have been worth two dozen shots at least. I had never cum so much and so long in my life and as I sank down into the couch. Taylor’s warm body almost melted into mine. “Yes… yess…” I could hear her gasping, so quiet and so satisfied did she sound. My cock remained comfortably jammed inside her quivering cunt, but the shifting of our bodies so that I wouldn’t crush her under my weight meant I eventually slipped out of her. I knew the couch would be ruined. I could feel the hot sticky mess between my knees, like the it had sprung a leak or something. Peering down between my daughter’s leg I saw it… my copious amounts of semen leaking out from Taylor’s thoroughly fucked pussy. She was idly stroking her now much pinker slit, humming. “I’m daddy’s cumslut…” she whispered in a singsong voice. I smiled, feeling tired but realised my cock was still hard. Perhaps that should have worried me, but I also felt that my balls were still oversized. I felt them momentarily, and they weren’t as big as before. They were perhaps just a little bigger than my balls usually were… but I could feel their familiar fullness.

I started to drift off with Taylor in my arms, hearing her repeatedly tell me, or perhaps tell herself, that she was my slut and my whore.