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You pushed… and slid in. Just for a second, down past her tonsils into the depths of her. She jerked back and you released her, letting her grunt and gasp as great drips of saliva swung from her chin. She caught you with watering eyes, tears joining the other fluids leaking from her face. Yet those eyes were determined and elated. “I almost had it there! God this is harder than the pornstars make it look. Give me a few seconds and we’ll try again.” She panted like a dog that had spent all afternoon running, that tongue that had been so good to you lolling free.
“You don’t have to do this… any of this…” It was your own voice, but it sounded distant. Unconvincing even to you.
“I want to! I want to learn how to do it properly and make you feel as good as you possibly can! What’s the point in all this if I can’t be what you need me to be? You’ve given me everything Dad, the least I can do is learn to give you a proper blowjob! Now this time don’t let me come back up straight away… hold me down some more.”
With that she dove straight back to it, driving herself onto you to the point she’d reached before just by force of will. With no chance to renegotiate you did as you were asked, holding her there by the back of her skull. Yet, with horror, you realised your own body was making further decisions of its own. Your hips began to push up against her, answering her downward efforts with upward thrust. Perhaps another inch was gained before you felt her squirm and pull back. There were no words this time. Just gasping breaths then another tug on your hand. Down again she went and again your hips answered. Her lips were almost at you hilt now, trembling as they surrounded you. She pulled back, but not all the way this time, then threw forward once more, drew back, and threw forward. Your hips echoed, your mind wailed, your cock throbbed from within her… And you were now truly fucking her sweet face. Everything else faded to black behind the sheer, tight desire of it. In and out, in and out. Every three or four pumps you’d let her come up for air. Always to slam her back onto you. Not that she ever missed her cue, opening wide and guzzling you in, never letting teeth or doubt enter the equation. She was incredible. A welcoming mouth like no other, her tongue lashing around each heaving entrance to its domain. You felt blood rush to your head, muscles tense in your chest, then the familiar pulse of pressure leaving your body. Still buried in her esophagus you came hard and long, denying her breath completely until the last spurt was drained. The grabbing feel of her choking throat a beautiful harmony to the climax of your pleasures.
Suddenly you remembered yourself and heaved your meat free. She spluttered and gasped, that young face flashing red from near blue, but still breathing at least. You leaned close in panic, fearing damage, damnation or hatred. What you received instead was an incredibly liquid kiss, various fluids splashing your cheeks as a tongue was forced into your cheeks. Then she collapsed again, her chest heaving as it tried to catch up with her exhilaration. She lay next to your deflating cock, giggling childishly through what you guessed was an almighty headrush, while you found a salty flavour washing round your mouth, almost certain it was your own. The pair of you stayed like that for an hour or more, saying nothing, watching TV. Your cock rested on her neck, between cheekbone and shoulder. Occasionally she’d turn, just ever so slightly, and tenderly kiss it.
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The next few weeks went by surprisingly quickly. Summer burnt on towards its peak, school rapidly approached its closure for the year. At home life was good, settled now, if far beyond the realm most would consider normal. You would often awake, with dawn’s light caressing you, to the soft, subtle sound of suckling. She would be there with you, under your bed covers, attending to your morning wood like a babe to bottle. She loved to sneak up on you like that, to take claim of your cock before you had a chance to complain or doubt. Your daughter was no fool, she knew that the physical level of your relationship bothered you, but she also seemed to know what your body truly craved, better even than you did. She would always appear, as if by magic, just when the fangs of horniness began to bite at you. Yet always they returned, more and more frequently, as if all her hard work was just further opening the gates of your pent up desire.
Your daughter gulped down your ejaculate greedily now, calling it ‘first breakfast’. She seemed to genuinely enjoy the taste, if not just the dirty sensuality of obtaining it. She loved to play with it around her mouth, swirling it with her tongue and showing you the sticky mess you’d made in her before gulping it down. Even if she didn’t use her mouth to draw it from you, she knew full well it would come to her in time. Her bedroom door was always open to you now, she slept naked and free, fully expecting to wake up dressed in your nighttime leavings. During the weekends the girl would lie basking in the sun, in a short dress but without panties, waving her legs before you and just waiting for you to crack. Once you’d spent enough time occupying one set of cheeks sliding between the others like two adorable little love pillows hardly seemed a stretch. She would simply relax and read while you rubbed up against her, using that peachy bottom as a snooker rest till you poured lotion upon her back. She was your confidante, your best friend, your fan and supporter. As you were for her. You would each talk through the trials and troubles of your lives while you kneeled above her chest, squeezing her small tits together around your cock. So many days she spent painted in your cum, leaving it clinging to her hair or skin till she finally decided to drag you to the shower. All washing was now shared, and once a week the pair of you would lie back in the bath, a relaxing underwater embrace where once again you were caught between her thighs.
It was during one such intimate moment that the first accident occurred. She was bobbing up and down on top of you in the water, arching her back against you and using the tight triangle between her legs to pleasure you. Higher and higher she went with this, as your second head was tickled by the soft nest of her pubic hair. When suddenly, at the peak of her bounce, something caught. You felt the very tip of you dip, just ever so slightly, into a welcoming crevice of warmth. Your daughter froze, her neck draped over your shoulder, wet hair dripping against your back. After a second she wriggled her hips a little, side to side. This only made the problem worse. Now you felt yourself properly secured in that slot, the very entrance to her. The soft feel of a fleshy opening was muffled slightly by the water, but there was no mistaking the pulsating grip of another’s muscles as they adjusted to accommodate the half inch or so of your intrusion. Neither of you spoke, trapped in this instant, unable to focus on anything other than that single point of meeting. Slowly, ever so slowly, you felt her own weight begin to take hold of her. She took no active role, her muscles simply relaxed, letting gravity have its due. Yet here in your cooling little bubble of spacetime, both celestial bodies were aligned. You slid into her, centimetre by centimetre, much more smoothly than she had entered this world. Time slowed to a crawl as the experience became everything, suddenly there was a whole new in, to reconcile against out. The embrace of her interior as tight and loving as any her exterior had provided. After an aeon she was back in your lap, this daughter of yours, settled upon you in love and comfort. You were slotted together perfectly, two bodies wrapped together in harmony. Your arms encased her as her inner walls encased you. Silence and stillness remained, you each simply listened to the other’s heartbeat echo through your own body, till there was no division between them.
You had to speak to her now. To bridge the unmentionable gap above which you both were dangling. Feeling her whole body gulp at you was divine, clenching around your forbidden entry into the centre of her. But it could not be. You reassured yourself that very fact was what made the intensity of the moment. You tried to find the words to divide this:
“Princess this… we… this can’t…”
She cut you off before you could stumble any further. “I know Dad… Helping you relieve some tension is one thing… but this… this could be dangerous. I could get pregnant. You could get arrested. People might tear us apart if they found out… I couldn’t take that. Not again.”
She reached up and back to awkwardly hug your neck, inadvertently shifting your position inside her. A shiver ran up both your spines. “It’s just… It’s just we fit so well together… I know you feel it too! Not just now, but in everything. These last few weeks we’ve finally become comfortable, in who we are and what our bodies need. This just feels like… the perfect end to that right? We’re all… slotted together… y’know. Wearing each other like clothes. It’s not sex is it? Not really. It’s just… the closest two people can be. In fact, the fact that neither of us is moving just proves it doesn’t it! We’re just hugging, inside and out. Isn’t that fine? Can’t we stay like this… just for a little longer?”
It was hard to argue with her logic. And, true to her word, neither of you moved much at all for the remaining duration of the bath. After a while you just went back to chatting away, washing each other as you normally would. Trying to ignore the little squeezes of pleasure every time she reached forward or shuffled back. Your erection even deflated a little inside her for short periods. Until one of those movements reignited it, resulting in an answering shudder from her body. Perhaps she was right, it was just all this outside tension that was driving your excitement. The very fact that all this was taboo driving the urge to go further. Still… you spent a lot longer in the bath that time than usual. Neither of you willing to break that connection until the surrounding water was near icy about you.
When you both finally rose dripping and wrinkled from the water she dutifully got down on her knees before you. Knowing that you needed a release now as never before. You skull-fucked her. Harder and faster than you had ever done to anyone. One short, vicious frenzy of effort to release an hour of pent up energy. She took it ably, her gag reflex self-trained into exile now, swallowing your length and leavings like she was born to do so.