EroticReverie

Steven..Two days later

Time has never gone by as fast as it has these past few days. I was letting myself shamelessly live in sin these past few days. Imagining , pretending, believing that it was just me and Elle. That my wife wasn't resturning at the end of the week. That soon I'd have to give up , what I consider, the perfect life. Of course I feel guilt, and know that what I'm doing, what I've done, makes me a bastard. But i've never enjoyed sex, or a womans body, as much as I do with Elle. My own daughter. But that's what made it special, that's what made it so hot that it kept me hard twenty four fucking seven. One of the very few females a man is told is off limits during his lifetime. You're not supposed to screw your daughters , your sisters or your mother, your aunts, your cousins. You're not supposed to partake in incestual relations with your family. Maybe this is why, because then men would be marrying their daughters. 

"uh huh, yeah daddy" Elle moans as she sits atop me, hands on my chest as she swivels her hips and grinds them and rocks them. This is why we're told not to screw our daughters, because there's nothing better than the feel of their cunt soaking your cock, nothing better than looking up at the perfect body of your own daughter while she fucks you like she's your woman. I grap her hips, letting her ride me, giving my own thrusts when she starts to move up and down. This  is why we're not supposed to take notice of their bodies, even though theres no way that every man hasnt noticed when his daughter starts to grow into a woman. I noticed. I've been noticing, and tried so hard to ignore just how much those forbidden thoughts affected me. 

The bedroom smells like sex and I've changed the sheets twice over the past few days, and I'll have to change them again today. Because we can't stop. What I told myself would never happen again, was happening, and this time , I wasn't sure I could stop myself. When my wife got home, would I be able to go back to living without this? Without Elle's naked body ontop of mine, riding my cock like she's always belonged on it. Would I be able to stop myself , when this is all I want, when I was pretty sure we'd gone from forbidden fucking, to something more, to making love? How do you stop yourself from having something this perfect when it's right there in front of you? How would I stop myself from finding my way to her bed at night to steal more of this feeling? 

"Bounce those pretty young tits for Daddy" I groan at her and she clenches around me with a moan and she rides me faster, harder, her perfect chest bouncing and her hands lift and slap to the headboard above me, bringing her tits right over my face and I groan as I watch them. My cock throbbing as her gorgeous young breasts bounce good and hard, showing me just how hard shes working my cock, just how much she loves being ontop of me with my cock inside of her. 

We were supposed to be pretending that she wasnt my daughter, that she was exactly what it feels like she should be, my woman, my lover, my wife. Yet, we both know that it's the fact she's my daughter and that what we're doing is "Wrong" on so many levels, that keeps her wet, and keeps me hard. 

"You like your babys tits?" she moans and I groan and grab her ass. I lift one hand, bringing it down and smacking her ass as she rides me, keeping them bouncing as she hisses from the slap of my hand. 

"You like my tits daddy? You love your little girls tits in your face while she fucks your big daddy dick?" She moans and I groan, my cock pulsing with the need to fucking fill her for what feels like the millionth time in the past few days. We haven't stopped, other than eating, showering, sleeping. We haven't left the house, havent done anything but fuck, as if making up for everyday this past year that we ignored what happened that night in the hotel. 

"I've always loved your fucking tits" I growl, and grunt as I force myself to not cum, Elle moans.

"yes daddy" she moans, because these past few days I've not been shy about the immoral thoughts I had before I ever ended up fucking her in that hotel room. I've shared my secret thoughts, those intrusive urges I always had watching her grow into a woman. Shared all the fantasies I've had of how I used to wonder what she tasted like, or how good my hands would feel on her soft skin, or gripping her waist while tugging her virgin cunt onto my fucking dick and breaking her in. Fathers arent supposed to have those thoughts. But I did. I imagined it too god damn much, and for so long told myself it was fine, as long as I never acted on it, that most fathers probably had those thoughts too, but , we kept it to ourselve, because it wasnt acceptable to want to fucking your own flesh and blood. 

"imagine how hard those little tits wouldve bounced for you daddy" Elle moans, because she's loved every single fucked up thought I've shared with her. She got off on knowing that her own father had fantasized about her the second she started becoming a woman. 

"Imagine fucking me in my virgin pussy" she moans and I groan, the need to cum nearly taking over and she drops down and kisses me , her hands on my face, kissing me with passion I've never experienced before her. 

"Imagine making love to me and my virgin pussy stetching for your dick" she moans on my mouth and I groan, grabbing her ass as I thrust up into her, her tits moving against my chest. 

"fuck it daddy, fuck my pussy" she whines and I groan and move quickly, throwing her off of me and moving over her and hovering, leaning on one hand , the other grabbing my dick and smacking it on her cunt before sliding myself back in. Watching her writhe and pant as she waits for my return and moaning when I sink back inside of her. 

"I'd have made those sweet little tits bounce so fucking hard" I groan as I thrust hard into her, making her scream, her back arching and her hands flying to the head board as she braces herself for the monster in both of our fantasies. The monster that we both know wouldve sunk his cock into her, if he knew she'd have let him. 

"covered your mouth, while daddy ripped your pussy open" I groan and slap my hand over her mouth, bringing bits of that brutal fantasy I'm living in my head. She moans and screams against my palm as I thrust as deep as I fucking can, my hips punching into her to let her know just how hard I'd have taken her. 

"i wouldve fucked you like the perfect fucking whore you are Elle" I groan and she moans and now her hands grab at my back and her nails dig in, scratching at my back, and I dont care that theres over a dozen other marks lining my back from the past few days, or that I'll have to hide them when my wife returns home at the end of the week. 

"fuck, you make it so hard, you make daddys dick so fucking hard" I grunt as my hand slips and she moans loudly, head pushing back as digs her fucking nails in and makes me hiss as the head board slams on the wall and screams so loud that I know it's possible the nieghbors can hear us. Know that multiple ears might be hearing a father fucking his own daughter. The thought gets me off. Cum spilling into her perfect cunt as I imagine her screams carrying to the nieghbors, forcing them to hear her get fucked. Fucked by me. The fact that might be unwillingly listening to the sounds of incest, not knowing they're listening to the ultimate fucking sin of a man that can stop fucking his perfect daughter, in her perfect pussy, in the bed he shares with his wife. 

I'm panting, slowing, groaning as I feel the last drops leave me, finding their rightful place, buried inside of Elle. Every fucking drop belongs to her now. Theres no place else my cock, or my cum wants to be, other than buried inside of her. 

I told myself after that night , never again. But i'm afraid that promise is broken, because now Im telling myself, I wont go without her like I did for an entire fucking year. I said I never agin fuck her, but now... Id never again, deny myself of her. 

I drop my face, my head beside hers, panting against her ear. Her legs and arms wrapping around me to keep my on her, inside of her. Her lips brush my ear. She kisses beneath it. Humming and squeezing my cock as her pussy pulses greedily for more. 

"you're such a good daddy" she moans softly. 

"fuck" I curse and shake my head slightly and kiss her neck, her chin lifts and her head tilts as I lay kiss after kiss on her sticky skin, both of us covered in a light layeer of sweat. 

"and you're a good daughter, such a good girl" I groan and she whimpers quietly. 

"promise it doesnt stop when she gets back...promise i'll always be your good girl...promise you mean it when you say you're gonna get me pregnant again...promise i get to have your baby this time" she pleads and I groan.

"i promise" I exhale and she grabs my face and looks me in the eyes.

"i'm going to make us a baby, daddy" she moans and her mouth parts as she writhes under me and I groan. 

"Im going to make myself a little brother or sister....a son or daughter" she moans. 

It shouldnt turn me on as much as it does. Fucking your daughter was one thing. Breeding her? Another. and I wanted to do both. I didnt care how fucked up it was, didnt care about the consquences of fucking inbreeding, I wanted to put a god damn child inside of her again. And this time....i'd let her keep it.