EroticReverie

Daniel 

I drag my tongue up over her clit one more time, sucking softly at her clit, kissing it, sucking it again as her body squirms , her ass pushing to the bed as my daughters fingers clutch my hair tighter. Her soft pants and the sound of my wet mouth, sucking and licking at her even wetter pussy, are the only sounds in her bedroom. 

"Dad" she breathes and I groan quietly, sucking a little harder at her swollen clit and love the way her hips buck in response, her sensitivie clit begging for more as she thrusts it against my mouth, my tongue lapping over her , rolling around the tiny bit of flesh, sucking again as she tenses. Her gasp is sharp and thighs quiver around my head as she cums with the tiniest little squeak as she holds back the sounds of her pleasure. 

She was good at being quiet. Which had always made it easier for me to sneak into her room on the nights I couldn't sleep. The nights where not having her for days had gotten to me. The nights where my mouth and my hands and my cock craved the one fucking girl in the world that was off limits for a man. His own daughter. 

I like to think I'm a good man. Other than the fact I would make love to Lissa regularly, I like to think I'm a good man. I'd been a good husband too. Again, other than the fact I was having an affair with another woman. A young woman. Our daughter. 

Growing up, Lissa always kissed me on the lips. It wasn't anything sexual of course, it was just simply how we said good morning, or goodnight, or was the same as a hug. 

When she turned ten, her mother told her she was too old to be kissing her father on the lips. I'd argued with her than Lissa  was my little girl, that there was nothing wrong with it. Because it was still innocent, still just a daughter and her father showing natural affection. 

When Lissa  had gotten her period at thirteen, her mother had mentioned again, that she was too old to be kissing her father on the lips. That she'd start kissing boys now, so kissing her father wasn't acceptable. For her mothers peace of mind, I told Lissa she could still kiss me goodnight or good morning, she could kiss me whenever she wanted, ..as long as her mother wasn't around.  Again, it was still innocent. I just didn't want my wife scolding our daughter for showing me affection. 

I understood that teenagers, even at a young age started to get curious, they had hormones, had urges they might or might not understand, depending on how they grew up, their friend groups, or parents "birds and bees" talks. 

Again, I consider myself a good man. Other than the fact when Lissa's kisses grew a touch longer than our normal quick pecks, I didn't say anything. I welcomed that extra second of her lips on mine. Then I started welcoming when one long peck, became two...then became three. Because it was innocent, wasn't it? Just a daughter and her father, sharing affection. 

I still remember the first night I tasted her mouth. A few months before she turned fifteen. There's been a few years of stolen secret kisses between, innocent pecks , lingering pecks. Then, that night, she lingered longer, longer, her lips brushing on mine, her eyes looking at me when she pulled back, the point I'd normally walk away. Her standing in the hallway, near her bedroom door, in a tank top and pajama short set. White, with little peaches all over it. Her mouth coming back to mine. Kissing me again. My mouth pushing back, because I always return her kiss. 

I'll never forget the stirring in my cock for the first time as she let out a soft, small, barely audible moan against my mouth, or the way my hands were on her waist the next moment, as if programmed to respond to a womans moans. But she wasn't a woman, she was my daughter. But my hands held her waist anyways as I kept myself leaned down and my mouth available to her, for as much kissing as she needed. I could lie and say at that point it was still innocent, but it wasn't. That kiss was the turning point for me. I'm not proud of it. Not proud that my cock did more than stir as I parted my mouth and slipped my tongue over her lips. I wasn't proud of the way my hands slipped to her hips, grabbing them gently and backing her up into her room through the doorway, and moving my hands from her hips up to her face, cupping it as I let my tongue slide into her parted mouth. Her warm soft tongue, welcoming me, proding me with her curiosity and inexperience. 

We stood there for several minutes as my daughter shared her first real kiss with me. Was it really so bad to show my daughter the way a man should kiss her? Savor her and cherish her? Was it so wrong to let her satifsy whatever curiosity she had inside her? 

I could taste the soft mint of her toothpaste, a slight hint of strawberry from the chaptstick that she always wore, that made her lips the softest my own mouth had ever felt. 

I was hard. So hard and turned on by that kiss. Knowing she wanted her father to be her first kiss, that she trusted me to be the first man to kiss her, trusted me to not judge her for wanting to kiss her father that way. 

Our goodnight kisses, had progressed from there on out. There were now, stolen good morning kisses before she went to school, there were stolen "good afteroon" kisses whenever her mother wasn't home. Kisses that landed us on the couch, her sitting by my side, her head leaned back against the couch as I cupped her face as our mouths reveled in those stolen kisses. Kisses that landed her on my lap one afternoon when she was fifteen, with her mother outside gardening, her confidence having grown, her mouth no longer innocent or inexpereienced as I held her hips in my hands and let my daughter kiss me deep, passionately. 

It was just kissing, is what I told myself. It was fine, if it was just between us. It was fine that my daughter liked kissing me. If I got hard from it, that wasnt my fault. She was a beautiful girl, with a soft mouth and sweet kiss, and her mouth tasted like candy. Of course I was going to get hard. It didnt mean anything. 

My hands had gone to her ass that day on the couch, grabbing it when she let out that little whimper and called me "Daddy" while putting her soft mouth all over mine. Her tongue stroking mine and her hips rocking on my lap, her panty covered pussy, pushing against the bulge she was well aware of everytime we had these long stolen kisses. These special father daughter moments of ours. 

"Lissa" I'd groaned and she'd moved her mouth from mine, and kissed down my neck. My eyes rolled back and my head tilted as I let her mouth discover more than just my mouth. her kisses were so fucking soft and her soft breath pushed over my skin, making my hands grabs her ass harder. 

I let my daughter steal more than a kiss that afternoon, as she'd rocked herself into a orgasm against my cock, with my hands helping her, as they pushed and pulled her against me, our mouths breathing heavily. Watching my daughter find pleasure? Watching her do it on my lap? I'd came with her. Right in my fucking pants.  And that was the day I knew I couldnt lie to myself anymore.  There was nothing innocent about our kisses anymore. My daughter had a crush on me, and I ....I was in love with her. 

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"Please" Lissa whispers. "Please Dad" she says softly , but I'm already moving, sliding my boxers down, sliding them off and sliding between her legs, lining myself up and sliding slowly into my daughters pussy. My cock sinking into every single bit of her soaked pussy. I swear, making love to her, feels better than the last time, every time. Even better than that first time, that happened months after that afternoon in the living room where she'd dried humped us both into an orgasm together. 

"condom" she breathes quietly. 

I groan and kiss her, not stopping, thrusting slowly in and out of her. It's been months since I've had her. 

Lissa was twenty two now.....living with her husband....a nice guy she married just a few months ago...twenty five years old...good job...he'd be perfect for her...if I wasnt in the picture....because as much as we've tried to live normal lives...we always found ourselves here. My little girl always came back to me. 

"dad, condom" she breathes and I thrust a bit harder, deeper, letting her know that I had no plan on honoring that request.

"dad im not on the pill anymore" she whispers as I keep thrusting.  She'd told me as much. That she'd stopped taking her birth control a month before they got married. Because her husband wanted children, so did she. So they wanted to try as soon as possible. 

They were staying at my house for a few weeks, while they waited for the house they closed on to become available. Tonight was the first night they were staying here, and of course . I couldnt keep myself from her. She's the one that came to my room afterall. She's the one that closed my door with a soft click and turned the lock and dropped her silk nightie to the floor and crawled onto my bed and began sucking my cock without a single world. Then I'd licked her pussy, and now I was inside her, and I wasnt about to fucking pull out for a fucking condom. 

"I've never made love to you with a condom Lissa...I wont start now." I say as I keep thrusting, the sounds of the mattress squeaking becoming a bit more prominent, and her back arches as her legs wrap around without further protest. 

"Just dont cum inside me" she pants. I groan and thrust harder. Her nails dig into my back. 

"Don't you dare tell me I can't cum inside my little girl Lissa" I groan and she moans, her pussy clenching around my cock.

"dad...you can't." she breathes, the bed squeaking louder, her mouth parting and her head going back as I fuck her faster. 

"fuck" she exhales quietly. "dad...fuck" she breathes.

"He might be your husband....but your daddy's fucking girl Lissa...you'll always be more mine than you are his....so if I want to cum in my daughter...i will....so dont you dare fucking tell me I cant" 

"dad" she moans quietly and looks at me. 

"i know you want it baby....i know you want my cum inside of you....so say it....tell Daddy to fucking cum in his girl....cum on daddy's cock while he cums inside of you....it's been months baby....come on...say it.....say it and cum with me Lissa"