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Divorced man starts having sex with his eighteen year old daughter.
Gary stood in the doorway of the garage of his Indiana home. He, wiped the sweat from his brow as he studied the engine of his cherished ’69 Mustang. The metal gleamed under the flickering fluorescent light, a stark contrast to the dusty concrete floor. He was lost in thought, contemplating the complex web of gears and pistons, when the sound of bare feet padded towards him.
He looked up to see his daughter, Ivary, dressed in a skimpy tank top and shorts that barely contained her bountiful curves. The fabric clung to her damp skin, outlining the soft mounds of her breasts and the firm swells of her hips. She had always been a tomboy, preferring grease and oil to makeup and dresses, but lately, she had been showing more and more of her feminine side.
Ivary leaned against the doorframe, her fingers playing with the hem of her top. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as she took in her father’s disheveled appearance. “Need some help, Daddy?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine.
Gary swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on the delicate line of her collarbone. He knew he should look away, that he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn’t. Her body was a masterpiece, and he couldn’t help but admire the way the light played over her smooth, tanned skin. “I’ve got it, sweetie,” he managed to reply, his voice gruff with restrained desire.
Later that night, as the house settled into a quiet rhythm of sleep, he found himself lying in bed, unable to shake the image of her from his mind. His thoughts grew darker, more forbidden, and his cock began to throb with a hunger he hadn’t felt in years. The walls of his room seemed to close in on him, the silence broken only by the distant sound of a cricket’s song. And then, it came—the unmistakable sound of moaning. It grew louder, and he realized with a start that it was coming from Ivary’s room.
With his heart racing, he crept down the hall, the floorboards protesting softly beneath his feet. He paused outside her door, the wood warm to the touch, and listened. The sounds grew more urgent, and his imagination painted a vivid picture of her tangled in her sheets, her hand moving rhythmically between her thighs. “Daddy,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Oh, Daddy.” It was a prayer, a plea, and his body responded with a jolt of desire that made him ache.
He leaned closer, his breath fogging the small window in the door, and peered through the gap. The dim moonlight painted her room in shades of silver and shadow. There she was, her body writhing under the covers, her hand hidden from view. The sheet was pushed down to her waist, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. He could see the tension in her face, the way her eyes were squeezed shut as if she was lost in a world of sensation. It was a sight that made him feel like he was intruding, but he couldn’t look away.
Her voice grew louder, the words becoming clearer. “Daddy, oh, Daddy,” she murmured, the sweetest sound of yearning that he had ever heard. His cock grew harder, straining against the fabric of his boxers. The room was suffused with the scent of arousal, thick and intoxicating. It was a scent that made his head spin and his resolve waver.
With trembling hands, he turned the doorknob, pushing the door open a crack. The sight that greeted him was like a punch to the gut. There she was, his baby girl, her naked body arching off the bed, her hand buried between her legs. Her eyes flew open when she heard the door creak, and she saw him standing there, his body taut with lust.
“Daddy?” she gasped, but there was no fear in her voice, only surprise. She blinked rapidly, and then a slow smile spread across her lips. “You came to watch?”
Gary’s breath hitched in his throat as he stepped into the room, his eyes devouring her exposed flesh. He felt like a starving man offered a feast. The room was warm, the air charged with an electric current of desire. “I couldn’t help it,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip his erection through his boxers. “You’re so beautiful.”
Ivary’s smile grew wider, a seductive curve that made his knees weak. She sat up, the covers falling away completely, revealing her perky A-cup tits that jiggled slightly with her movements. “You don’t have to watch anymore,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call. “You can join me.”
With trembling hands, he peeled off his own clothes, dropping them in a pile by the door. His cock stood proudly erect, the head glistening with precum. He approached the bed, his body moving with a predatory grace that made her pulse quicken. The sight of him, naked and aroused, was almost too much to bear.
“Does my little girl want Daddy to fuck her?” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he climbed onto the bed.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Please fuck me!”
Her words were like gasoline on a smoldering flame, igniting the passion within him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but his body had already made up its mind. He stalked towards the bed, his cock leading the way, thick and hard as it pointed at her inviting body. The mattress dipped as he sat beside her, his hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts, feeling the warm, soft flesh fill his palm. She gasped at his touch, arching her back to press closer.
“You’re so much more than just my little girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her nipple, watching it pebble under his touch. “You’re a woman now, and so fucking tempting.”
Ivary’s breath hitched, her eyes half-lidded with lust. She reached up to trace the line of his jaw, her nails lightly scraping his stubble. “Prove it, Daddy,” she challenged, her voice a soft whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “Make me feel like your woman.”
Without another word, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance. He took a moment to appreciate the view—his daughter’s body spread out before him, open and eager for his touch. Then, with a groan that was half pleasure and half pain, he pushed into her. Her tight, wet pussy gripped him like a velvet vise, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the stillness of the night. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her moaning in delight. Her tightness was unlike anything he had ever felt, and the way she clung to him, the way she begged for more, only fueled his desire.
Her nails dug into his back as he picked up the pace, each stroke driving him deeper into her welcoming warmth. “Daddy, oh, Daddy,” she moaned, her hips rising to meet each thrust. Her eyes never left his, the connection between them as palpable as the passion that burned within them. Her pussy was a slick, wet heaven, clenching around his cock like a tight fist with every movement.
He could feel her walls tightening, her body winding up for the release she so desperately craved. The scent of their desire filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that made his head spin. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his, their tongues tangling in a dance as old as time. She tasted like sweet sin, a flavor that only intensified the need that consumed him.
Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper as he plunged into her again and again. Each thrust brought a chorus of “Fuck me, Daddy!” from her lips, the words sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. The tightness of her pussy was unbearable, a vice-like grip that had him on the edge of his own orgasm. He could feel her body quivering beneath him, her muscles clenching around his cock as she neared the brink.
And then, it hit her—a body-shaking, soul-quaking climax that had her back arching off the bed. “DADDYYYYY!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with passion. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock with a ferocity that had him seeing stars.
Her climax triggered something primal in him, a hunger so deep it was almost feral. He lost himself in the sensation of her tightness, the feel of her body convulsing beneath his. “Cum in me, Daddy,” she begged, her voice a desperate whine. “I want to feel you fill me up.”
Gary growled in response, his hips moving faster, harder. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke. “You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard,” he grunted, his voice hoarse with need.
Her orgasm was still rolling through her, her pussy clenching around him in aftershocks of pleasure. “Yes, Daddy,” she panted, her eyes glazed with lust. “Cum in me. Make me feel your love.”
The words were like a trigger, setting off the explosion that had been building in his balls. He thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house, he came. His seed flooded her, hot and thick, filling her up as she had demanded. The sensation of her walls contracting around him was exquisite, and he threw his head back, savoring the moment of pure bliss that washed over him.
Ivary’s eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his cum fill her, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body spasming around him as she rode the tail end of her own climax. “Daddy,” she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper. “It’s so good.”
Gary’s thrusts grew slower, more gentle, until he finally pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He collapsed beside her, his body spent and sated. For a moment, they lay there, panting in the aftermath of their passionate union. The room was a cocoon of warmth and desire, the only sound their mingled breaths and the soft rustle of the bedsheets.
Ivary looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and something else—something that made his heart race even faster than their illicit lovemaking had. “Stay with me,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to trace the contours of his chest. “Sleep with me in my bed.”
Gary hesitated for a moment, the weight of what they’d just done hanging heavily in the air. But then he saw the need in her eyes, the vulnerability she’d never shown before. He couldn’t deny her anything, not when she looked at him like that. So, with a nod, he slid out of her and settled beside her on the bed, his naked body still slick with sweat. She snuggled into his arms, her head resting on his chest, her legs entwined with his. The feeling of her soft skin against his was a balm to his soul, a silent confession of the love that had always been there, but had been buried under layers of familial duty.
The next morning, the sun crept through the blinds, painting stripes of light across their intertwined bodies. They awoke to the sound of the alarm, the shrill beep cutting through the silence like a knife. Ivary stretched languidly, her breasts brushing against his chest as she yawned. “We should get up,” she murmured, though neither of them moved.
With a sigh, they disentangled themselves from the tapestry of limbs and sheets, and padded into the bathroom. The shower was already running, the steam billowing out to embrace them in a warm, wet kiss. They stepped into the enclosed space together, the water cascading down their bodies like a waterfall, washing away the sweat and sin of the night before. Their eyes met, and the intensity of their shared secret sent a shiver through him.
Under the spray, they touched each other tentatively at first, as if the water could somehow cleanse their transgressions. But as the minutes ticked by, their hands grew bolder, caressing and exploring with a hunger that hadn’t been sated. The water ran in rivulets down her body, tracing the curves and valleys that he had just explored with his cock. He watched as she soaped up her breasts, her hands lingering over the sensitive tips, her eyes never leaving his.
They washed each other, the act feeling more intimate than the sex they’d shared just hours before. The water sluiced over her, turning the soap into a silky lather that clung to her skin. His hands followed the path of the water, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they stood erect once again. Her soft moans filled the small space, echoing off the tiles and mixing with the patter of the rain-like spray.
When they were clean, they stepped out of the shower, the water running off them in rivulets that pooled at their feet. They dried each other off, the soft terry cloth gliding over their skin like a lover’s caress. Their eyes never strayed, the connection between them palpable.
They moved into the kitchen, their naked bodies glowing in the early morning light. The scent of coffee filled the air, a comforting balm to the tension that still lingered. They sat at the breakfast nook, their legs brushing against each other beneath the table. The silence was heavy, but not uncomfortable.
After they had both enjoyed a cup and a plate of eggs, they made their way into the living room. The plush couch beckoned, and they settled onto it, the soft cushions molding to their forms. The TV was off, the only sound the distant chirp of birds outside.
“Daddy,” Ivary began, her voice a siren’s call that made his heart skip a beat. “I want to suck your cock.” The words hung in the air, a declaration of her desire that made his cock twitch in response. “I want to taste your cum,” she continued, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Gary’s gaze drifted down to his crotch, where his cock was already starting to stir at her words. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged within him. “Okay, baby,” he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Suck my cock.”
With a smoldering look, Ivary slid off the couch, her bare ass cheeks glowing in the soft light. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his as she reached out to stroke his growing erection. The sight of her, his daughter, on her knees before him, was so wrong and yet so incredibly right. His cock grew harder under her touch, the blood rushing to the head in a throbbing pulse that matched the beat of his racing heart.
Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her soft fingers playing along the veins that stood out in stark relief. She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the tip, and licked a bead of precum from the slit. The taste of her saliva mingling with his own juices was a heady cocktail that had him groaning. Then she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth.
Gary watched, mesmerized, as his daughter’s head bobbed up and down, her eyes never leaving his. The way she sucked him was like nothing he had ever felt before—a combination of innocence and hunger that was driving him wild. He could feel his orgasm building, the muscles in his stomach tightening, his balls drawing up. “Baby, I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice thick with desire.
Ivary only moaned in response, her eyes closing as she took him deeper into her mouth. He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the sensation sending him over the edge. With a roar, he came, his hot seed spurting into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she took all of him, not a drop wasted. When he was spent, she pulled back, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” she murmured, licking her lips clean of his cum. “But I want more.”
“More?” he repeated, his cock already hardening again at the thought of being inside her once more.
“Mmhmm,” she murmured, licking her lips seductively. “But not like that, Daddy. I want something different.”
Gary’s heart skipped a beat at her words. He’d never seen this side of her before, so brazen and hungry for sexual exploration. He leaned back into the couch, his cock standing at full attention as he considered her request. Then, an idea struck him. “Ivary, I want to suck your toes,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
Her smile grew wider at his words. “Really? Okay,” she agreed, her tone filled with excitement. She sat down on the plush sofa, her legs draped over the edge, giving him full access to her bare feet. She had never had her toes sucked before, but the thought of it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
Gary’s eyes never left hers as he dropped to his knees before her. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out to touch her right foot, his fingers tracing the arch before curling around her toes. He brought her big toe to his lips, kissing it softly before taking it into his mouth. The sensation was strange at first, but as his tongue swirled around the digit, she found herself letting out a soft moan of pleasure.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he began to suck, his mouth moving from her toe to the ball of her foot, and then back again. His tongue was warm and wet, the pressure just right, sending sparks of sensation up her leg. She felt a warmth building in her belly, a heat that spread through her body like wildfire. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she craved more.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. “That feels so good.”
Gary felt a thrill of excitement at her response, his cock jerking against her calf as he continued to suckle her toes. He could feel her legs beginning to shake, and he knew he was pushing her closer to another orgasm. But he wanted to give her more, to explore this new side of their relationship that had been unlocked by their taboo desires.
“Daddy wants to lick your butthole,” he murmured, looking up at her from his position on the floor. The words were bold, more daring than anything he had ever said to her before.
“You want to lick my ass?” Ivary’s voice was filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. The thought had never occurred to her, but as she stared down at her father, the idea began to grow in her mind. It was dirty, taboo, but also incredibly erotic.
“Yes, baby,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed up at her. “Let Daddy taste you all over.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, but she didn’t pull her foot away. Instead, she leaned back, her legs parting slightly. The invitation was clear, and his cock grew even harder at the thought of what was to come. He began to kiss and lick his way up her leg, her soft moans guiding him as he approached her inner thigh. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, making his mouth water with anticipation.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, she spread her legs wider, revealing the pink, puckered hole of her anus. It was a sight that made his stomach clench with need. He’d never done anything like this before, but the way she was looking at him—like he was her savior, her god of pleasure—was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to touch the sensitive flesh.
Her gasp was music to his ears, a sweet symphony of surprise and delight. He licked her again, this time with more pressure, feeling the muscle quiver beneath his touch. “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, her hand reaching down to caress the back of his head, urging him closer.
Gary took that as his cue, his tongue sliding down her leg and over her inner thigh until it reached the crevice of her ass. He could feel her body tense, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned back further, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the sensation. He kissed the soft skin, feeling her body relax under his gentle ministrations. Then, with a growl of hunger, he licked her from the base of her spine to the top of her crack, savoring the taste of her salty sweetness.
The first touch of his tongue to her asshole had her jolting with surprise, but she quickly melted into the feeling. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and slight pain that sent shockwaves through her body. She had never been so open, so exposed to anyone before, and it was thrilling. He licked her again, this time with more purpose, and she felt a strange pressure building in her belly. “Daddy, oh my God,” she moaned, her hand tightening in his hair.
Her hips began to rock back and forth, her body moving instinctively against his mouth. The feel of his tongue delving into her most private place was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was dirty, wrong, and yet, it made her pussy throb with a need so fierce it was almost painful. “Yes, baby,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her flesh. “Let Daddy make you feel good.”
He licked and kissed her asshole with a reverence that made her toes curl, his tongue pushing into her tight opening with a gentle insistence that had her moaning incoherently. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t believe she was letting him do this to her, couldn’t believe she liked it. But she did—oh, she liked it so much. Her pussy grew slicker with every pass of his tongue, her clit pulsing with the need for release.
Gary could feel her getting closer, her body trembling with each stroke of his tongue. He reached up with one hand, finding her clit and giving it a firm squeeze. The effect was immediate, her moan turning into a sharp gasp as she bucked her hips back against his face. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming again, of making her feel this way, was all it took to push him over the edge. He stood up, his cock aching and ready.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, her eyes glazed with passion. “I need you inside me.”
Gary couldn’t resist the pleading in her voice. He stepped closer, his cock nudging against her ass. “Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whined, her voice a mix of lust and playfulness. “Woof, woof,” she added, her body wiggling enticingly. “Fuck me like I’m a horny little bitch.”
Her sudden role play took him aback for a second, but the sight of her on all fours, her ass in the air, was too tempting to resist. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing with excitement as he took in the view. She was so beautiful, so open and willing to him. He couldn’t believe she was his daughter, that she wanted this, wanted him, like this.
“You’re such a naughty little bitch,” he said, his voice low and gruff as he palmed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. “But Daddy’s going to give you what you need.” He lined up his cock with her pussy, the tip brushing against her wetness. She moaned, her body moving back to meet him. He pushed in, her tightness squeezing him like a glove.
“Woof, woof,” she responded, her voice muffled by the couch cushion. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, the rhythm punctuated by her little barks of pleasure. He couldn’t hold back, his hips pumping into her with a fervor that bordered on desperation. The taboo of it all was only adding to the fire that burned within him.
Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as he picked up the pace. “Yes, Daddy, just like that,” she urged him, her voice a low whine. “Fuck me harder, like you own me.”
The words sent a thrill through him, and he tightened his grip on her hips, driving into her with an intensity that had her ass cheeks bouncing against his pelvis. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm building once again. “Woof, woof,” she yelped, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain.
Her ass was a perfect handful, her curves fitting into his palms as if they were made to hold her. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through him, the base of his cock slamming against her clit with each movement. He watched as her breasts swung with each stroke, the pink tips of her nipples peeking out from the couch cushion. The sight was enough to make him want to cum again, but he held back, wanting to make this last.
“Woof, woof,” she whimpered, pushing back to meet him, her movements growing more frantic. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, the warmth of her building until she was squeezing his cock like a vice. He leaned over, one hand sliding around to cup her tit, the other reaching under her to find her clit. He pinched the sensitive nub, rolling it between his fingers as he fucked her faster.
Her moans grew louder, the sound of her “woofs” muffled by the cushion. She was so wet, so tight, and every thrust was pure heaven. “Cum for me, baby,” he growled, his voice low and animalistic. “Cum all over Daddy’s cock.”
Her response was a high-pitched whine that grew in intensity until it culminated in a keening wail of pleasure. Her pussy clamped down around him as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He felt her walls contracting around him, the sensation sending him spiraling over the edge as he emptied himself into her once more. The sound of their flesh slapping together was a symphony of passion that echoed through the room, their shared ecstasy a declaration of their taboo love.
As they both caught their breath, their bodies still joined, the weight of what they had done settled over them like a warm blanket. They didn’t need to speak; the connection between them was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of their depravity. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in that moment, all they could do was revel in the afterglow of their illicit union.
After a while, they separated, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. “We should clean up,” he murmured, his voice still thick with desire. But Ivary had other ideas. “No,” she said firmly, turning to look at him with a glint in her eye. “I want to feel you inside me all day. I want to be your lover, not just for a stolen moment.”
Gary’s heart skipped a beat at her words. It was true—since her mother had left them, she had been craving the love and attention that she had been missing. And now, she had found it in the most unexpected of places. “Okay, baby,” he agreed, his voice hoarse with need. “We’ll go to your room.”
They stood together, their naked bodies entwined, and made their way down the hallway to her room. The door was already open, the bed still unmade from their earlier encounter. They stepped inside, and he watched as she climbed onto the mattress, her legs spreading wide to make room for him. He couldn’t resist the temptation she presented and quickly joined her, pulling her into his arms.
Her skin was hot and slick against his, her breasts pressing into his chest as they kissed deeply. He could feel the stickiness of their combined releases, a reminder of the passion they had shared. But it was her eyes that held him captive, filled with a need so intense it was almost scary. “Daddy,” she whispered, “I want to be yours, always.”
Gary swallowed hard, his cock already responding to the promise in her words. Since the day his wife had packed her bags and walked out of their lives, he had been lost, adrift in a sea of loneliness. But now, in the arms of his daughter, he had found something that felt more right than anything ever had. “You are, baby,” he murmured, kissing her again. “You’re all mine.”
They lay together on her bed, their limbs tangled like vines in the soft, warm light of the afternoon. The scent of their lovemaking clung to the sheets, a potent reminder of the passion they had shared. Her hand slid down to his cock, which was already showing signs of life again, and she began to stroke it gently. “Tell me you love me,” she whispered, her voice a sweet caress against his skin.
“I do, baby,” he murmured, his hand cupping her cheek as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve always loved you, but I never knew it could be like this.”
The words hung in the air, a declaration that resonated deep within both of them. Since the day his wife had walked out, leaving them to fend for themselves, there had been a void in their lives. But now, as they lay entangled in the messy bed, it felt as if that emptiness had been filled. With each caress and kiss, they were weaving a new reality, one where they were not just father and daughter, but lovers.
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