Total Woman World Ch. 03

Overture

The Daddy-daughter pair strolled away from the brunch-time pool deck. Casey's heels clacked on the concrete walkway; her naked tits bobbled to her stride.

Lars' sandals flip-flopped to a similar slapping rhythm. Each wanted to appear calm and collected, but inside, despite a vigorous night of sexual shenanigans, the butterflies of eager lust urged them to hurry along. Waiting was a mild torture, but the journey was nearing its end as they approached her dorm room door.

She led him inside. The bed was the prominent feature, but other pieces filled the space: side tables, upholstered and wooden chairs, wall mirrors, and the usual accoutrements of a setup designed to be the place where sexual experimentation was expected.

Undressing was almost superfluous. It began with tentative kisses. Casey pressed her nipple pointed boobs against her Daddy's chest. Lars was tall, but her heels gave her added height, so she needed only to stretch a little to reach his lips. They smooched before she stood down to stare into his eyes.

His hands rubbed her back, sliding down to cup the exposed ass cheeks. He squeezed the toned globes. They would be good supports when he would soon be lying atop her, his cock stuck deep up her cunt.

But first, the unwrapping. He pulled the thong's side waist bowties. The center stayed in place, held there by the moisture tacking it to her pussy. She had anticipated these coming moments ever since she had been informed of the final acts of graduation at the first freshman orientation. Her cunt had been weeping genital oils ever since finding her Daddy at the pool.

Lars gripped the rear panel and dragged it backwards, pulling it through the crack of her pussy and ass. The friction on the sensitized membranes made her emit a guttural moan. He dropped the pastel panties on the floor.

He ran his middle finger through her crevasse, hooking upward and pressing his digit inside her hole. He fiddled an inch or two until she took a quick intake of breath: he had found her G-spot.

Casey had not been idle. Even as she continued to eye-lock her daddy, she had pulled the drawstring on his trunks and loosed the waist band, exposing his cock to her handling. She didn't look down, letting her fingers do the discovery. A couple of short strokes gained meaty substance, and her fingers rubbed the corona and the connected nook.

He withdrew his finger from her warm, juicy channel and brought it to her face. She kept one hand holding his cock and used the other to take his hand and turn it away from her lips and towards his mouth.

He opened and sucked off her vaginal dew. He took it out and leaned toward her, sharing the feminine flavor with a kiss.

The preludes are over; time to move from the overture to the main sexual concerto. She stepped back, posing in her best willing woman stance. She waited patiently, allowing him the prerogative of how he would choose to penetrate her body.

Daddy decided he would fuck his daughter in missionary.

But first, he held her torso, fingers curled around her ribcage, thumbs under her boobs, pressing them higher. He leaned in, kissing a tender, loving smooch on each nipple. Pushing further, he laid his little girl on the mattress. She scooted backwards, opening her legs, inviting him in.

He accepted. His cock was heated beyond retreat. As he sidled into her lower space, his bobbing cock tip took its leave, giving its own kiss to her pussy lips.

He laid his weight on hers. She placed her face so that their cheeks touched. He smelled her perfumed hair and the faint whiff of vaginal musk.

"Are you ready to receive your Daddy?"

She wiggled her hips, feeling his cock at her entrance,

"Yes... I am so ready... please, Daddy, please fuck your little daughter."

He reared up and plunged. His cock slipped to her innermost core, lubricated by the elongated foreplay. The room was filled with the sound of their mutual groans of pleasure.

But it was only the start. He pulled back slowly until he reached the discovered place. He jittered his corona on her G-spot. Her body erupted in riotous gyrations, rocking, rolling, and twisting. Lars couldn't decide if she was trying to aid the inner caresses or escape their electrifying sensations.

He really didn't care which was which; all he knew was that her motions were sending fine massages on his own hyper-actuated genital nerves.

He pulled almost out, and she wound down her writhing. Now it was his turn to use his body's energy to continue the sexual union.

He plunged in again, with a very short pause and a slow withdrawal, passing by the previous erogenous button and pushing deep again. That set the tempo and he power fucked his daughter at will.

It felt great and he fell into a mindless rhythm, feeling his cock swell and tingle throughout the act.

At last, he reached his limit. He plunged deep and erupted in his own ecstasy, having a full-body orgasm as his spunk flooded the latest womb to accept his treasure. That the womb was his own progeny made it all the better.

He clung tightly to her vibrating body, feeling each pump of spunk sluice up his urethra as it made its escape from the confines of his prostate. The liquid loaded with little swimmers coated her insides, seeking their evolutionary target.

But modern chemistry blunted the little gene pod's goal; Casey practiced contraceptives and would not get pregnant. She would control her destiny, postponing that eventuality for 'The One', her chosen lifetime partner. For now, and the near term, it was simply the sharing of the primordial pleasure of parental privilege. She felt proud and fortunate that it had come her way.

Lars collapsed atop his bodacious daughter. It was a good start and had been very gratifying. But the night was young. Casey's body was young and he had more plans to use her for his selfish pleasure.

He canoodled her ear, whispering bawdy promises of how he would use her next. But first, a little refraction. He rolled aside and closed his eyes, hoping for a quick recovery. He didn't want to squander excessive time in the short span of their night together.

Casey lay in a daze of post coital glow. Her daddy had finally fucked her. And it had been glorious. She knew she would be thrilled by completing the long-anticipated act but to be totally gratified by the incestuous sex was beyond belief. Now she was more than Daddy's Little Girl, now that she was his little fuck-toy, what great joys would the future hold?

She wiggled against him and cuddled her soft body to his strong muscular form.

Domination

Casey awoke from her exhaustive sleep. Her first sense was a tingle in her groin. Then the weight of a body above her, pressing down. A husky breath filled her ears. She made a slight struggle shake but quickly found her bearings; she was a TWA trained coed and acclimated through extensive exercises to be willing in all kinds of bedroom naughtiness.

More awake, she found herself being fucked in missionary. She sort-of liked this pseudo-rape way of waking up, much nicer than an alarm clock claxon but something less violent would have been okay too.

Lars had awakened with a morning woody, even though it was still late in the night. He still saw fragments of his dreams, lingering images of his times before this incestuous affair.

He saw himself from a third-party angle, doggy fucking his secretary over his office desk. He had had to disciple her again, some minor work error, or not, any excuse would do. He found the need several times a week, whether it was her need for disciple or his need for sexual relief, or both.

Rachel, a young newlywed, may have been there willingly, or unwillingly, handcuffed at work; that is, captured by golden handcuffs. He paid her much more than any other firm would provide for her minimal office skills and duties. He simply liked to have her around for eye candy and cock pampering.

In his memory induced dream, he was pounding away in her cunt when she looked back over her shoulder at him, hair strands draggling over her face, a half angst half gleeful look on her face. But it wasn't his secretary Rachel's face, it was his daughter Casey peeking back at him.

That image bolted Lars awake to find the warm body of his daughter curled up against his nakedness. With or without her sexy presence, he was aware of a very prodigious morning woody. And his daughter's newly available pussy was just the cure for his situation. He felt her soft breathing next to him, and it roused him into a selfish craving for forced sex.

He gently lifted her arm off his chest and rolled her on her back. He quietly arose enough to shift himself to hover above her, bracing on hands and knees, his ready erection hanging down above her pussy. He leaned over; his cock tip touched her moisture tainted labia. He paused, seeing if the contact disturbed her light sleep. She didn't seem to be aware of his presence above her.

He took a bracing breath, held it, and...

His cock punched between her pink tissues and plunged hard and fast into her cunt. At the same time, he dropped his body onto her, pinning her nubile youthfulness beneath him.

He sensed her body moving in half-conscious awakening. His excited mood didn't let his dominance waiver. He thrust long strokes into her. He felt her body wiggling awake and moved his arms to wrap beneath her torso, compressing her tits between them. The soft bags rolled in pliant sweaty bulges as his body moved up and back on her body, his thick cock hammering long thrusts inside her dew saturated cunt.

He was grunting curses, words one would use on a low-class prostitute, not a loving daughter.

"You fucking cunt... you dirty whore... move your goddammit hips, dammit, do I have to do all the work... what the hell am I paying you for... "

Casey got the message; her daddy was fantasizing about other times. It was her innate duty to play into the scenario.

"Please, sir, not so hard. You're hurting my poor little pussy."

She felt him pound harder, contrary to her faux pleas. In fact, the harder he hit her clitoris, the better for her. She had awakened slowly into this sexual union, but quickly caught up. Her pussy tingled with excitement and it was radiating outward, buzzing across her whole body. She might not be able to hold out until her Daddy achieved his own ecstasy.

And she wasn't stoic about her approaching crisis. Her breath was huffing, her face a grimace, and her body tense with her growing arousal. She heard the dreaded words.

"Don't you fucking dare cum before me!"

She was well trained in such a demand, taught restraint at the hands, tongues, and cocks of staff and guest coach tutors. But she was too overwrought to hold out. It slammed into her like never before. Her whole body convulsed into violent quivers of ecstasy.

Lars paused until her vibrations ebbed. His voice was harsh with anger.

"I didn't give you permission for that!"

She whimpered through the powerful post-orgasmic tremors.

"I'm sorry, Daddy... sorry... sorry..."

"Okay... well... oh, hell, if you're just a needy little cunt, then let yourself go..."

He recommenced the large strokes, ignoring any more control over his bedmate's emotions.

She experienced an almost continuous series of mini-gasms: a buzz - a build - a sudden shock - an ebbing off, over and over. It was approaching painful, a pleasant pain nonetheless. She needed to finish off the sweet agony.

Casey ratcheted her ass, massaging his cock head and corona as it slipped and slid against her vaginal channel. Those contacts also activated her G-spot, hurrying her down the path towards a final hard orgasm. It was a race now; who would cum first.

Casey heard her father's breathing get husky, shorter and deeper. She held out just a moment more.

He finally reared up and plowed deep, bellowing out his joy, jetting bursts of sperm in her womb. She cried out her bliss along with him, her hips jerking on his embedded muscle. Their bodies shook in explosive gyrations, further aiding their mutual jaunt to sexual paradise.

They ebbed off the peak of pleasure, collapsing from violent clutches to smooth caresses, giving their gratitude with soft touches. As they calmed from the sexual frenzy, they found faces and lips and smooched thankful soft kisses.

Reflections and Plans

They were too excited for sleep, instead cuddling again in repose, exploring each other's thoughts and plans.

"Daddy, what brought on that rough sex?"

"You probably don't know Rachel, my secretary. I fuck her at work several times a week. She looks a lot like you and isn't much older. I guess I mixed my dreams with reality and used you to vent my lust."

Casey caressed a hand over her Daddy's body, sliding lower to touch his soft penis.

"That's okay, Daddy. I don't mind. I am your little girl; do what you have to, do what you want to, I want to make you happy. I love you so much."

Lars brushed a hand over his daughter's magnificent nubile tits and lower down to finger her post-coital puffy pussy, sticky with the drying man cum weeping from her slit.

"You may have been my little girl before tonight but TWA has morphed you into a bodacious young woman. I am so thrilled that we will be continuing onward from this moment, with me as your Daddy with Benefits."

They both giggled at the modified turn of phrase. Fingers were getting more active as they talked and it was leading to naughty thoughts.

"What are your plans after graduation?"

"A job in business, some start up or small entrepreneurship. Ground floor stuff with competitor buyout or public offering potential. A quick way to build a nest egg."

"Well, you could come work for me and after a time, I'll bankroll your ideas."

He inserted his finger up to the second knuckle, a wiggle to remind her of his desire for her.

"And you would be close by, where I could fuck you whenever the mood struck me."

She smiled and rubbed his slowly stiffening appendage.

"I'd like that. But what about Rachel?"

"She'll learn to share. She isn't going anywhere with the salary I pay her. She already shares her sweet pussy between me and her oblivious husband."

Casey carefully considered the idea. It would be a safe place to find her other prime goal: a lifelong alpha male mate who she could marry and then introduce him to TWA as a guest coach tutor, assuaging his excess lust in younger coed bodies, learning the benefits of a TWA education for their eventual daughters. And participate in the Father-Daughter tradition with each of them, just as she had this night with her own father.

And not to forget that Granddaddy, after a time when they were grown, might be matched by the whims of fate with his own granddaughters during guest coach tutor random roster visits for their undergraduate poise lessons.

Stamina

Lars was percolating similar thoughts, though less specific. He noticed his cock stiffening under the Casey's finger manipulations. He considered his weariness, unused to so much wild sex in one night.

"That feels good, Casey. But I may be too worn out to go again."

She got more active on his penile nerves.

"Nonsense. I have seen men older and less in shape than you go on endlessly. It all depends on the woman and her skills. Let me show you who you really are."

She threw a leg across and sat up on his hips. His semi-tumescent prick was wedged in her cunt crack. She shuttled a slow back and forth, slicking his rod with her weeping vaginal dew. She watched his face as it turned from tired to turned on. Her efforts were finding effects.

Lars put his hands under his head as he felt her work. He had become quite hard with her ministrations.

She sensed it too. It was time.

She lifted her ass, levered up his lubricated erection and let the tip touch her pussy. She watched his eyes all during the slow decent; first opened wide at the contact, then a squint as he slid deeper, then squeezed shut when he bottomed out and pressed against her cervix. His vocals harmonized with the depth, light moans at first, translating to a final heavy groan at the final press.

She started slow, little shuttles, as if seating his cock fully in her cunt. The moves increased in length and tempo. She made Zumba-like forward hip pops on his embedded erection, timed to a quick disco beat.

Lars opened his eyes to see his cock-dancing daughter gyrating on his groin. He was mesmerized by her tits shaking to the rhythm. He pulled his hands from under his head and flexed his fingers, mimicking boob clutches in the empty air.

Casey saw the hand motions and let the next stage of this session play out. She leaned over, arching her back, pushing her chest orbs forward. The new pose tilted her torso such that it changed the angle of her pussy rubs on his cock. He felt the altered wet warm friction, an added boost to his ego and arousal.

"Go ahead, Daddy. Do it. You know you want to."

He accepted her invitation. His arm hauled back and smacked a mighty slap to her jiggling boob. She saw it coming but it hurt all the same.

"Ohh... ouch!"

That only seemed to augment his evil intent. The other arm swung an equal smack on the other tit and her "umph" of displeasure was music to his ears. Both hands grabbed a fist full of soft, pliant flesh and clamped down hard.

That wasn't the only clamping that occurred.

Casey felt the crush on her chest meat and her cunt responded in kind, compressing on the meaty shaft inside her pussy. It was a competition to see who was the better at sexual pain tolerance. It turned out to be a tie.

Casey wound up to the summit of her sexual intensity, leaning back but not escaping the dual boob capture that braced her from falling completely backward. She tilted her face upward and heard her Daddy's mating cry and felt the spout of spunk that accompanied his body stiffening orgasm.

"Yes, Daddy, yes... squeeze my tits... cum in your little girl... make me cum..."

And she did; a spine stiffening orgasm that made her cry out in the confines of her dorm room suite. It was wonderful.

When they came out of the mind-bending semi-comas, she collapsed forward on his chest, trapping his less firmly clutching hands. Her reassuring words were low, almost a whisper in his ear.

"See Daddy. I knew you had it in you. It just took my talents, acquired through extensive exercises to draw it out."

Lars nuzzled her cheek, making little squeezes on her tits. He had to admit, silently to himself, that Casey's womanly talents were even better than he hoped. It was going to be wonderful years ahead for him when she drew out the last dregs of manly essence from her Daddy with Benefits.