EroticReverie

Isla Lilly James-Porter 

I never spoke a word of my secret , to anyone. I knew it was wrong to be having sex with my father. I’d been old enough to know better when it began. Maybe that’s the reason I never told. I had no reason to tell anyone, because I hadn’t wanted it to stop. 

Sometimes I blame my father, even if I was old enough to be able to say no, old enough to know that laying with my father intimately was beyond wrong. But I was a daddy’s girl, through and through, …and through. But I can’t blame him, not really, because even now, at twenty three , I was definitely old enough to know better. Yet , I didn’t want it to stop. And he was right. I missed it. 

Sure my husband was perfect, he’s sweet, loving, thoughtful, and makes me feel like I’m truly the only woman in the world for him. Of course I feel guilty, of course I know he doesn’t deserve my secret , beyond fucked up betrayal. But I justify it by telling myself , it’s just once a year. And what he doesn’t know , can’t hurt him. But now, I lay in bed beside him, and he’s fast asleep, as I feel my pussy ache for more of what just happened downstairs. And now, my father wanted to go back on the deal we made. I should have said no. I really should have. But I missed him. I missed how it felt being underneath him and ontop of him. I missed the way only he could manage to make my feel.  It was fair to Christopher, it wasn’t his fault that nobody would ever live up to how my father makes me feel when we’re intimate. It wasn’t his fault I’d always be daddy’s girl. 

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I wake up to my husband sliding his hand between my legs and pulling it to the side. My brain still coming out of the dream I was having of my father eating me out under the Christmas tree while my mother and my husband watched. I almost say “daddy” instead of my husbands name. And given that I don’t call him that ever, thank god my eyes open and find Christopher’s face smiling back at me before I hum the word. 

His hands slips higher and I smile , hating the little twinge of disappointment that it’s my husband and not my father with his hand between my legs. 

“Not here babe, we’re in my parents house” I say as I reach down and grab his wrist. But his fingers are already touching my pussy and he feels how wet I am. 

“We can be quiet” he smirks and shakes my hand off his wrist. “You need me babe” he says and I spread my legs , never really that much for putting up a fight. I think off all the times I’ve laid in this bed, spreading my legs so willingly for the man down the hall. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked babe” he groans and slides two fingers inside of me and then kisses me and clench around his fingers as he kisses me and moan softly. 

“Chris” I whisper and he moves his mouth and kisses over my satin night dress , the same one I was fucked in last night. His lips press over my hard nipple and he shifts as he pushes up my night slip and bite my lip and whimper. 

I should stop him. While I may have cleaned up last night, I know I still have my father’s cum somewhere inside me. Even if only just a little bit. Would my husband taste my father’s cum in my pussy? 

Chris kisses my stomach and down over my pussy. 

He drags his tongue from where my lips begin and up over where the usually landing strip of hair lays. 

“I love how you always shave it off at Christmas” he grins at me and I smile softy with a little laugh, because I know he thinks I do it as a little something different for HIM. What would he think if he knew who I really waxed myself at Christmas? 

“I need you” I say as I grab his hair and redirect his mouth back up , because I couldn’t let this perfect man eat my pussy, while I knew my fathers cum was still inside me. 

“Let me get you ready babe” he smirks and I shake my head. 

“I’m ready” I breathe and he laughs and takes my hands. Removing them from his hair. 

“Please, just-“ my words are cut off as my husband tongue my clit through my lips and drags his tongue in a slow circle around it and sucks my clit into his mouth. 

“Fuck” I whimper as my head pushes back. 

Christopher Porter was a gold medalist , if pussy eating were an Olympic sport. The man devoured me , every single time. Could make me squeal like a fucking pig to the point the sounds I made could get embarrassing.  Yet, as fucking good as he was, he still wasn’t my father. I sink my teeth into my lower lip and close my eyes and buck my hips upward. 

“God, yes” I exhale and he chuckles and sucks my clit and slides a finger inside of my pussy. I clench around him and he slides a second in. A third. I’m panting and breathing hard, biting back moans as he slides a fourth into me and works his fingers into me. 

“Mmmm, that what you need babe?” He mutters as he works them in and out of me while his tongue flicks my clit. Christopher was a gentleman in every sense of the word, but as they say, it’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for. Because while he was gentleman in the streets, he marched my “freak” in the sheets. 

“You want it all babe? Huh? You want my fist in your pussy?” He whispers. I groan and my body writhes as I answer in a hissing “yes”. 

“Fuck” I whimper as he gently works his fist into me. His thumb slipping in. His hand inside of me. It’s so fucking dirty and I wonder what her say if he knew it was my fathers fist that first had made me take a liking to being stretched in such an obscene way. But as far as Christopher knew, he was the only man to ever do such a thing with me. 

“Fuck me” I whine a bit too loud and he gushed me. His hand moving gently as his tongue flicks and licks at my clit.

“Christopher” I whine impatiently and he chuckles and hushes me again and draws his hand out of me and then is moving up and I moan as he slide into me , his cock finding me with ease and my head going back as I feel my husband fuck me slowly. His cock was bigger than my father, longer by a few inches and thicker than him too. Christopher was hung like a fucking horse and I still preferred my father’s cock. The cock that always filled me just right and stretched me perfectly. 

Maybe it was Christopher’s big cock that made me fall in love with him. Because it reminded me of the first time with my father everytime my husbands cock filled me. My pussy remembers that delicious pain of losing my virginity like it was yesterday. The way he’d filled me up, his cock bare and breaking me in slowly, working his dick into me with such care that I’d fallen in love with my own father that very instant. Truth be told, I think I fell in love with him before that. 

“Fuck” I moan as my husband goes just a bit faster, the bed moving slightly, squeaking just barely. 

“Fuck Isla” Christopher groans. 

“We need to get on the floor babe” he groans and I whimper and grab his ass. 

“Don’t you dare stop” I warn as he kisses my neck and groans as he keeps going. 

“I need to fuck my wife” he groans. 

“Do it then” I moan. 

“We’ll wake your parents” he groans and I whimper, wanting to tell him my mother wouldn’t hear a damn thing, because she never had all the nights my father made my mattress squeak and my headboard hit the wall , on those night he dared to risk everything just to be inside of me. The only person who might hear, was my father. And the only thing I had to worry about with him, was the jealousy. The jealousy id felt last night when me and Christopher announced I was pregnant. The jealousy of his thrusts as he’d told me last night the next baby I had, would be his. 

“Fine, let’s get on the floor” I whimper. 

Ten seconds later I’m bent over on all fours , and biting back the sounds my mouth wants to make as my husbands cock pounds into my cunt from behind. 

“Fuck, you’re so god damn wet babe” he groans and I moan , my ass smacking off his hips as a door opens down the hall and he slows , and I heave a breath, panting as my hips throwing my ass back. 

“Someone’s up!” His whispers yells as he holds my hips. 

“Fuck me” I whine. “Don’t stop” 

“Isla” he whispers as I keep trying to fuck him and my pussy demanding his cock. 

“Fuck me babe” I whine quietly. 

“Jesus Isla, your parents” he whispers. 

“So what? I’m twenty three and pregnant, they know my husband fucks me” I hiss and throw my ass back and he groans and grabs my hips and I hear the bathroom door shut and can hear through the wall that it’s my father by the sound of him pissing. 

“It’s just my dad” I moan and fuck my husband faster. Working myself harder. 

“JUST your dad, Jesus babe!” He groans and grips my hips and pushes me off his cock and I lean forward with a whimper as my husband breathes hard and I turn around and take his cock into my mouth. 

“Fuck” he groans and then lays back as I jerk him off and slap his cock on my mouth and grin up at him. 

“Fuck” he curses again as I take him into my mouth and suck his cock as far as I can. Taking him into my throat. And the sounds of my mouth sucking my husband cock and gagging on it , fill my childhood bedroom.  

Listening to him try to keep quiet, reminds me of the man in the room next to us as the toilet flushes and the shower starts. I moan loudly on Christopher’s cock and he grabs my hair. And then pulls my mouth from his cock and pulls my hair toward him as I move up his body and straddle him. 

“I want to cum” he growls and I smirk as I slide my pussy onto his cock. 

“Me first” I whisper as sink down and grind on his dick and he grabs my ass as I listen to shower curtain get dragged across the rod through the walls and I moan loudly. Knowing my father was naked in the next room has my pussy near cumming. I ride Chris harder as my orgasm builds and he grunts and thrusts into me. The shower curtain pulls shut and I detonate as I picture my father , water dripping down his body, his cock hard in his fist , knowing he’s thinking of me right now, while I think of him, with my husbands cock releasing inside of me, both of us cumming together as my mouth parts on a cry that I can’t control and Chris pulls me down and shuts me up with a hand over my mouth. The other on the back of my head as his hips jerk and the last of his cum empties into me. My post orgasm bliss, making my cunt throb around my husband cock as I think of the promise my father made to me last night. 

The next baby, would be his.