Dads Fucking Daughters Ch. 09

My wife was sleeping soundly. She fights anxiety and insomnia with pills that make her sleep for several hours at a time.

I discovered her, pulling back the blanket and in a careless gesture, I lifted her nightgown, pulled down her white panties and contemplated her very hairy pussy and her exciting ass. A beautiful 39-year-old woman, still with an admirable and well-shaped body.

But she wasn't the one I wanted. Not at that moment.

Nor was she my erotic and sexual priority anymore.

It wasn't that I had a lover, some adult woman, outside the family, with whom I was in love.

I didn't think about that. I didn't intend to get involved with anyone else.

The object of my desire, the woman or, better yet, the girl who aroused my desire, made my cock hard and I wanted to fuck her a lot, was not a stranger. She was there, among us.

In the next room.

Veronica. My daughter. Blonde like her mother and much, much prettier. Sensual, exciting, desirable, penetrable. All erotic terms apply to her.

She had turned 18 six months ago. And she had been my lover, a full, daring, available lover, ever since.

With my wife there by my side, her panties down her thighs, I took off my pajama pants, wrapped my hand around them and began to gently massage my thick, hard cock. Enjoying myself with a delicious masturbation in the dark and silent room. Increasingly excited and full of fantasies, thinking about how my first time with Veronica had been.

On exactly that night. At the same time.

Astrid was asleep. I took the opportunity to run my hand over her thighs and ass, I stuck my finger in her anal orifice and felt her hairy cunt.

Then the great fantasy awoke in me.

Veronica was already an adult, although she didn't look it. Tall, with a pair of delicate breasts that weren't yet fully developed, and a captivating smile.

I can't imagine how these things happen in other families. With us, it was completely natural.

I masturbated a little, lying down, and thought about my daughter, also lying down, in the next room.

I got up and went over there and slowly opened the door and went in. Veronica had the bedside lamp on, reading a book.

"What's up, Daddy? Are you sleepy, like me?" she asked softly, showing no other reaction than curiosity, given this unusual invasion of her room and the fact that I had my cock in plain sight, very hard and out of my pajamas. The first virile member she had certainly seen. And erect.

I sat down next to her on the bed. My hard cock was clearly visible and close to her, who looked at it with interest. I placed my hand on her small breast, over her nightgown. She wasn't wearing a bra, only the soft, thin fabric of her clothes separated the palm of my hand from the bareness of her chest. Her nipple was soft, sensual and very full. I squeezed it lightly between my fingers, enjoying her delicate nipple, without hurting it.

Veronica smiled.

I now put my hand between her thighs, under her nightgown. Veronica dropped the book. And in a spontaneous gesture, she parted her thighs a little, allowing my hand to continue upwards without hindrance.

Through her smooth thighs, I reached her panties, over her pussy. A delicate, warm area, her panties already wet.

I lifted her short nightgown to her waist and took off her panties. I saw between my daughter's legs a delicate and sensual pussy. A discreet and small vertical slit, well joined, already showing a delicate bush of blond hair like the ones her mother also has between her legs.

I looked at her and smiled. She smiled too. And spread her thighs wide, letting me see her half-open pussy, still very young and exciting.

I lowered my face, right there, between her legs. The first thing I felt, even before physical contact, was the aroma. The delicious smell of a young, fresh pussy.

I inhaled it deeply and it went all the way to the bottom of my lungs. The sensual smell of my daughter's pussy.

I pressed my mouth to the opening of her pussy. A hot, lascivious, sensual kiss on her little slit.

And I stuck my tongue inside.

For fifteen, twenty minutes, I don't know how long, I kissed, licked, sucked and ate her delicious cunt. I drank all the liquid that came out of her. The sensual liquids of my daughter's first orgasms.

"Ooohh father!, ooohh daddy!, God, how good it is!", she moaned and said, contorting her body, moving her hips, rotating her thighs, cumming more, without taking her pussy off my mouth.

There, I had the certainty, the confirmation. Her pussy was narrow, tight, closed.

Veronica, my daughter, was a virgin.

I was sucking, licking, kissing a pussy that had never been touched. My tongue felt her cherry, the small, discreet and delicate cherry, which was intact.

The little slit was now well lubricated, by her intense and continuous orgasm.

I made a sign and she took off her nightgown. And acting as if she was well accustomed to it, she lay down and spread her legs wide.

I took off my pajamas and, naked, I lay down on my daughter's naked body, fitting the head of my cock into the little slit. And began to force the hymen and the orifice. Pushing and thrusting.

Veronica moaned. It was hurting at first, but she didn't want me to stop. She asked me to go on, to continue.

"Oooh do it... do it daddy... I want to be yours," she begged.

Sensually I was stretching the virgin pussy. The slit and the hole were very small, my cock was thick, but that's how it should be and nature acted.

Slowly, the pussy gave way and dilated. The cherry was torn. It bled the moment it was broken and the head of my cock entered the now no longer delicate orifice, as it was very stretched.

"Go, daddy! Go! I want you all inside me!", she murmured and encouraged me. She was very excited.

Inch by inch, my cock entered almost all the way inside her. Four inches or more sank into her pussy until it reached her uterus.

From virgin to whore, it took no more than five minutes.

And I started to fuck her.

Pounding my cock hard into her narrow orifice. Going down and up. Fucking, like a real man fucks a woman.

My daughter had her first orgasms.

When she felt that I was also close to climax, she began to ask anxiously, "that's it... that's it daddy... fuck me... ooohhh, give me your creampie... do it... cum in me... I want to be flooded, daddy."

It was a monstrous, monumental fuck, a father's cock in the virgin daughter's pussy. I shot my load in her. A whole, creamy load that spurted from my cock into the mouth of the girl's womb. She grabbed my head and squeezed, tightened her legs around me too as I came.

She received all my sperm inside her. So much that it filled her pussy and leaked.

I took my cock out and stood contemplating her widened pussy, no longer virgin, with sperm running from the bottom to her thighs and anus.

"I'm yours now, daddy, I want you to give me your creampie always, I'll always be your best lover," she said, kissing me.

We fucked two more times that morning, my insatiable cock going back to fucking my daughter's small, narrow orifice.

That's how we became lovers.

Like now, tonight, when I'm in my bed, next to my sleeping wife, masturbating and remembering the delicious deflowering.

Then I get up. And walk to the next room. I know Veronica is waiting for me.

I open the door and she smiles at me. She is naked, with her legs open. Her blonde pussy is also smiling at my cock.

I go in and we have sex once again. As it has been for the past six months.

And I have started to think about having a child with her.

For now, it is just an idea. But...