Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Stunned, Chloe drove the rest of the way on autopilot. Thoughts totally occupied by the kiss, by the feel of her Daddy touching her, that he thought her sex smelled sweet and the memory of how her scent came to be on his fingers kept Chloe from really seeing the road. As she turned the car off, Chloe shook her head to realize what had happened. It seemed so dangerous, to get here without knowing how she drove. Maybe it would have been safer to let Daddy drive.

No, she decided, looking over at where Colin was asleep in the passenger seat. Though not dead drunk, and not at all sloppy, exhaustion and whiskey and maybe the stress and excitement of their encounter had left him oblivious to the world.

"Come on, Daddy," she said, opening his door. Colin retained just enough presence to get out of the car and into the house with only a little help from Chloe. There was no way she'd be able to support him if he hadn't been at least a little awake, but there was no way he'd be able to make the stairs to his bedroom. Daddy's study was her only real option and it had a big leather couch in it where Daddy could, sometimes did, sleep. Colin sat down in the middle of it, then leaned his head back and gave in to sleep again. Chloe smiled, feeling suddenly protective and proud of her father, then went in to the closet by the laundry to get a pillow and a blanket. When she returned, Colin hadn't moved.

Bending over, Chloe stroked the side of her Daddy's face, then leaned closer and kissed his lips but kept her own closed. "I love you, Daddy. Now let's get you comfortable." Jacket and cummerbund and suspenders came off easy enough. Chloe didn't understand why suits had belts and tuxedos didn't but that was that. Bowtie, cufflinks, shirt studs soon followed and Chloe was able to wrestle Daddy out of his shirt. A little tugging got his belt loose and she knelt to remove his shoes and socks. That left Colin in just his undershirt and tuxedo pants. Should she try to take them off? Maybe if he was laying down.

After placing the pillow down, Chloe nudged Colin over to lay on his back and then lifted his legs onto the couch. They were so heavy, dense with muscle, and she had to do it one at a time. Biting her bottom lip, she tentatively reached out and figured out the slide clasp on Daddy's pants and then slid the zipper down, accidentally tracing a portion of his cock with her fingertips. Caught up in the task she didn't notice and worked to tug and pull and slide Colin's pants until she was able to stand at the end of the couch and pull them off. "Got them," she said happily and went to cover Daddy with a blanket.

"Oh..."

Chloe's tugging and touches had caused Colin to have an erection that tented his boxers and strained against them. Colin murmured something in his sleep and tossed irritably. The motion caused her cock to slip through the front of his boxers and there it stood, proud and tall.

Her Daddy's cock.

Fascinated, Chloe stared at it as it twitched and flexed, never standing still. It drew her in as certainly as the serpent did Eve and she knelt by the couch, blue eyes mesmerized by it.

Colin stirred again and Chloe drew back, alarmed, then realized it was because Daddy couldn't sleep well. Because...because of it. His cock. His hard, wonderful Daddy cock that she'd thought about so many times before.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "Let me make it better." Watching his face, Chloe tentatively wrapped her hand around the base of Colin's cock. It was so large around, and hot, and more than half its length went beyond the span of her hand. It was also softer than Chloe thought it would be, but very very stiff underneath. Slowly, very slowly, she slid her hand to the tip of Daddy's cock and then back down again.

Colin sighed and seemed to relax. Chloe repeated the motion, this time squeezing, and watched as a drop of pearly precum emerged. It was slick and sticky at the same time when she drew her hand down the shaft again, but it lubricated Colin's cock. Gently but with determination Chloe stroked her father's cock, up and down and up and down, learning what his body liked. Colin breathed faster and Chloe did too in sympathetic reaction. He liked it firm near the tip, and her thumb brushing the underside of Daddy's magnificent crown. More precum leaked out, drawn by Chloe's stroking, and the sound of his cock sliding wetly through his daughter's fingers began to fill the room. Faster, but not too fast, Chloe picked up the pace until something began to happen. Colin grunted and tensed up, his buttocks clenching and hips pushing up off the couch then Chloe felt his cock twitch in her hand as it erupted. Cum shot forth in thick ropes, catching her by surprised and making her mouth open in wondrous awe. Daddy fucked his cock through her hand in orgasm, coating it and her forearm in cum with the rest landing on his boxers and his t-shirt and the couch. There was so much of it, so many strands shot into the air to spatter wetly back, and when he was done Chloe's hand was absolutely covered in it. Daddy sighed and seemed to slip into a deep, restful sleep. His cock slowly deflated.

The room smelled of cum. Daddy cum. It was sharp, like bleach, but not as eye watering. Chloe stood up on shaky legs and held her hand out in front of her, seeing it covered with her father's seed. It was so hot and sticky and thick but beautiful too. Almost pure white and milky opalescent it was pretty to look at.

Chloe wondered what it tasted like.

Shuddering with the thought of it, she went into the bathroom and washed it off, then came back with a damp rag and a towel and cleaned up Daddy as best she could. His cock twitched when she washed it but didn't get erect and Chloe couldn't decide if she was disappointed or happy.

"Goodnight, Daddy," she said and kissed him on the forehead before covering Colin with the blanket and taking his discarded clothes and such to Mommy's room to neatly put them away or in the dry cleaner's bag.

In her room, Chloe got dressed for bed and got in, though sleep was a long time coming. There was a lot to think about.

Faintly she could still smell Daddy's cum on her fingers...
 
Stunned, Chloe drove the rest of the way on autopilot. Thoughts totally occupied by the kiss, by the feel of her Daddy touching her, that he thought her sex smelled sweet and the memory of how her scent came to be on his fingers kept Chloe from really seeing the road. As she turned the car off, Chloe shook her head to realize what had happened. It seemed so dangerous, to get here without knowing how she drove. Maybe it would have been safer to let Daddy drive.

No, she decided, looking over at where Colin was asleep in the passenger seat. Though not dead drunk, and not at all sloppy, exhaustion and whiskey and maybe the stress and excitement of their encounter had left him oblivious to the world.

"Come on, Daddy," she said, opening his door. Colin retained just enough presence to get out of the car and into the house with only a little help from Chloe. There was no way she'd be able to support him if he hadn't been at least a little awake, but there was no way he'd be able to make the stairs to his bedroom. Daddy's study was her only real option and it had a big leather couch in it where Daddy could, sometimes did, sleep. Colin sat down in the middle of it, then leaned his head back and gave in to sleep again. Chloe smiled, feeling suddenly protective and proud of her father, then went in to the closet by the laundry to get a pillow and a blanket. When she returned, Colin hadn't moved.

Bending over, Chloe stroked the side of her Daddy's face, then leaned closer and kissed his lips but kept her own closed. "I love you, Daddy. Now let's get you comfortable." Jacket and cummerbund and suspenders came off easy enough. Chloe didn't understand why suits had belts and tuxedos didn't but that was that. Bowtie, cufflinks, shirt studs soon followed and Chloe was able to wrestle Daddy out of his shirt. A little tugging got his belt loose and she knelt to remove his shoes and socks. That left Colin in just his undershirt and tuxedo pants. Should she try to take them off? Maybe if he was laying down.

After placing the pillow down, Chloe nudged Colin over to lay on his back and then lifted his legs onto the couch. They were so heavy, dense with muscle, and she had to do it one at a time. Biting her bottom lip, she tentatively reached out and figured out the slide clasp on Daddy's pants and then slid the zipper down, accidentally tracing a portion of his cock with her fingertips. Caught up in the task she didn't notice and worked to tug and pull and slide Colin's pants until she was able to stand at the end of the couch and pull them off. "Got them," she said happily and went to cover Daddy with a blanket.

"Oh..."

Chloe's tugging and touches had caused Colin to have an erection that tented his boxers and strained against them. Colin murmured something in his sleep and tossed irritably. The motion caused her cock to slip through the front of his boxers and there it stood, proud and tall.

Her Daddy's cock.

Fascinated, Chloe stared at it as it twitched and flexed, never standing still. It drew her in as certainly as the serpent did Eve and she knelt by the couch, blue eyes mesmerized by it.

Colin stirred again and Chloe drew back, alarmed, then realized it was because Daddy couldn't sleep well. Because...because of it. His cock. His hard, wonderful Daddy cock that she'd thought about so many times before.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "Let me make it better." Watching his face, Chloe tentatively wrapped her hand around the base of Colin's cock. It was so large around, and hot, and more than half its length went beyond the span of her hand. It was also softer than Chloe thought it would be, but very very stiff underneath. Slowly, very slowly, she slid her hand to the tip of Daddy's cock and then back down again.

Colin sighed and seemed to relax. Chloe repeated the motion, this time squeezing, and watched as a drop of pearly precum emerged. It was slick and sticky at the same time when she drew her hand down the shaft again, but it lubricated Colin's cock. Gently but with determination Chloe stroked her father's cock, up and down and up and down, learning what his body liked. Colin breathed faster and Chloe did too in sympathetic reaction. He liked it firm near the tip, and her thumb brushing the underside of Daddy's magnificent crown. More precum leaked out, drawn by Chloe's stroking, and the sound of his cock sliding wetly through his daughter's fingers began to fill the room. Faster, but not too fast, Chloe picked up the pace until something began to happen. Colin grunted and tensed up, his buttocks clenching and hips pushing up off the couch then Chloe felt his cock twitch in her hand as it erupted. Cum shot forth in thick ropes, catching her by surprised and making her mouth open in wondrous awe. Daddy fucked his cock through her hand in orgasm, coating it and her forearm in cum with the rest landing on his boxers and his t-shirt and the couch. There was so much of it, so many strands shot into the air to spatter wetly back, and when he was done Chloe's hand was absolutely covered in it. Daddy sighed and seemed to slip into a deep, restful sleep. His cock slowly deflated.

The room smelled of cum. Daddy cum. It was sharp, like bleach, but not as eye watering. Chloe stood up on shaky legs and held her hand out in front of her, seeing it covered with her father's seed. It was so hot and sticky and thick but beautiful too. Almost pure white and milky opalescent it was pretty to look at.

Chloe wondered what it tasted like.

Shuddering with the thought of it, she went into the bathroom and washed it off, then came back with a damp rag and a towel and cleaned up Daddy as best she could. His cock twitched when she washed it but didn't get erect and Chloe couldn't decide if she was disappointed or happy.

"Goodnight, Daddy," she said and kissed him on the forehead before covering Colin with the blanket and taking his discarded clothes and such to Mommy's room to neatly put them away or in the dry cleaner's bag.

In her room, Chloe got dressed for bed and got in, though sleep was a long time coming. There was a lot to think about.

Faintly she could still smell Daddy's cum on her fingers...
 
Colin woke up groggily. Light had just crested the horizon and landed directly on his eyes and burned like the fiery pits of hell. Yes, he had clearly been drinking last night. He looked down at the clock and it read 6:30, which was way too early after such a night last night and--

He stopped and looked around the room. He didn't remember coming home. He didn't remember sleeping in his study. He did remember kissing his daughter and he remembered the sound of delight she made as her neck, then ears, and then...

He found that the pressure in his nethers were suddenly far more pressing than the pressure in his head. He got up and stumbled to the kitchen. His phone lay neatly on the counter, maybe placed there by Chloe, and it had a text message on it. So disappointed in you. Going to grandma-mom's for the weekend. Think about your life choices. He didn't need to check who it was from.

A glass of water and four ibuprofen later, Colin almost began to feel human again, but the pressure below had not abated. He moved upstairs slowly, contemplating whether this was really what he wanted. Whether this was really the right direction to go.

Think about your life choices.

I love you more than Mommy ever can.

No, not those, you idiot!

Yours.

He made his decision. He opened his daughter's door and stepped inside. Without hesitation, he moved to the side of the bed and knelt beside it. "Good morning, baby girl. Daddy's here." And he kissed her lips, waking her.
 
"Mmmm," she murmured sleepily, eyes not yet open. "Good morning, Daddy." Chloe yawned, hiding it with her hand, then reached out blindly and found Colin's shoulder before tracing it down to his arm and finding his own hand. Bringing it to her lips, she kissed it and held her lips there.

"Mommy home?" she asked, a little crease of worry on her brow.

Sleep had been restless at best. More than once she'd awoken and thought about the kiss, her Daddy's fingers on her, her hand on him, the sight of his cum shooting from his cock and coating her hand. About Mommy and the craziness that would come when she found out. It would be a disaster but in her heart Chloe knew it was going to happen. She just had to be strong for Daddy and help him make the right choice to get away from Olivia.

Maybe Chloe would start calling her that. Olivia, not Mommy. In her head at least, to set herself up as an adult and capable of standing up to the woman who'd given birth to her and who damaged the only man Chloe had ever really loved. She could, she would, do it.

"Is she?" Chloe asked again, blinking her eyes open and looking at Daddy. "Is Olivia home?"
 
Colin frowned and looked away from his daughter. Bringing up Olivia didn't make him feel guilt. It made him upset that Olivia was the first thing she thought of when he woke her up. He would have much rather that she had jumped him or told him how much she enjoyed last night. But no, as long as this taboo relationship went on, Olivia would be forefront on their minds.

"No, she went to your great grandmother's old house on the Cape," he told her. He kissed her forehead and put his hands on her flat stomach, her pajama shirt having ridden up somewhat in the night, debating whether to move up or down. He realized that he had never gone up yet. His hand slowly moved up her belly past her belly button, pulling her shirt up as he did so. Her breasts were firm, untouched yet by gravity, and he let his fingers slowly circle the aereola he saw so little of last night. "That means I'm in the dog house and we're all alone."
 
Chloe's breath hitched in her throat every time Daddy's hand found an area never before touched by him. Looking down she watched as he pushed up her shirt, exposing high, small breasts to her father's gaze. Colin's large finger traced her areola coming close to her sensitive nipple but never quite touching it. "Daddy," she pleaded, and was rewarded by his hand cupping her breast fully moments before his mouth claimed his daughter's in a kiss.

Both hands on either side of his face, Chloe swung her legs out of bed, one on either side of where Colin knelt on the floor, and continued the deep kiss as she scooted forward. Her shirt was still up, held there by Daddy's hands on her breast and the other spanning from below its twin and across her back. Colin squeezed, making her gasp into his mouth and Chloe's hips inched forward, almost touching Colin's chest and her panties were pulled tight across her sex.

Forward more and Chloe locked her legs around her father's torso, her hands leaving his face and settling on his broad shoulders so he could lift her up easily.

"Not here," she said firmly. "Mommy's bed."
 
Colin nodded and slid his hands underneath her ass. He pressed her flat against his chest and she could feel his chest and core tightening as he prepared for a dead lift. Then, in one motion, he smoothly rose and lifted his daughter up and into his arms.

He carried her slowly into the other bedroom, letting his daughter feel how strong he was and how tight his muscles could become when he used them. This wasn't a difficult carry, his daughter was quite light, but it made him feel stronger by flexing while he did so, like he was putting on a show for her.

The master bedroom had a four poster king sized bed, which had seemed designed so that Olivia didn't even have to touch Colin at night. He purposely moved to Olivia's side of the bed and set his daughter down on hit. He stood over her now, tall and proud of his girl. He reached up and peeled off his undershirt, revealing his hairy chest. Then, with a slow motion, he pulled down his boxers inch by inch. Slowly, his member was revealed. First the base, then a little more with each second. After what seemed a long time, the head, slightly darkened with arousal appeared and it bounced free when the boxers were pulled low enough. They fell to the floor and Colin looked down at his daughter. "Your turn."
 
Pride, jealous pride, threatened to overwhelm Chloe as she symbolically took Mommy's spot in Daddy's bed. He was going to do it! He was going to make love to her and then Daddy would never, ever, let Mommy hurt him again. Chloe would be all he needed, all he wanted, and Mommy would be left with everything she thought was important but would really lose the most precious thing she'd ever been able to have.

Chloe's Daddy.

Looking like the cat who got the cream, Chloe's face was animated with delight. Delight that changed to reverent awe when she looked down and saw her Daddy's cock. The sight of it made her mouth part. Last night had been different. It had been almost accidental that he was hard for her and that she saw it and it was in his darkened office. Now, in the morning light flowing in through the windows of her mother's bedroom, Colin's cock was revealed in all it's glory. And it was for her, for his daughter. Today his cum wouldn't be wasted all over her hand and his belly. Today her Daddy's cum would fill her pussy and she'd be his in every way, leaving no room for Mommy in his life.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she said. "It's looks so much different than last night," Chloe said as she reached out for it and wrapped her little hand around it, the palm on the bottom of his cock and her fingers wrapping around towards the top, trying and failing to meet her thumb. "So much bigger," she breathed out and slowly began to stroke it. Beneath the thin t-shirt she wore and had not yet taken off, Chloe's nipples poked out, begging to be touched. "Does that feel good?" she asked, continuing to stroke it. "Does Mommy ever touch it like this?"
 
Colin moaned under the ministrations of his beautiful daughter. Her hands were so soft on his manhood, and he loved her delicate touch. He breathed slowly, in time with her strokes, his chest expanding and deflating with each breath. "No, not in a long--"

He stopped and looked down at his daughter. What had she just said about last night? Well, that certainly explained why his cock was poking out of his boxers this morning when he woke up. "Well," he said slowly, drawing out the word in time with one of her smooth strokes. "Was my baby girl being naughty last night?" He put his hands on either side of her shoulders on the bed and leaned down over her until he was but an inch away from her lips. His eyes looked deep into hers and the head of his shaft fell just a breath from her panties. "I think my naughty girl will have a lot to tell her Daddy about when this is all done. But first, she must decide whether she wants to continue to head down the road from naughty girl that makes Daddy hard to just being a bad girl who needs to be punished."

He tapped the t-shirt with the tip of his finger. "Your. Turn."
 
It was just like last night. Daddy was so close to her in a new way; demanding and in control. He was never that way before, always calm and a pillar of support for Chloe, a stoic punching bag for Mommy. But now Chloe sensed this was more than just about her being with her father. This was about freeing Colin from Olivia's abuse and letting him know that what he wanted and needed was just as important as what he thought he should be for his family.

"It wasn't naughty," she said and emphasized the last word by running her thumb on the bottom of Colin's cock just below the head. "I was just taking care of you, Daddy. Like a good girl. You were so restless and it was just so...hard," she breathed out the word making it sultry. "So I stroked you, like this," Chloe said and continued to give her Daddy a handjob. "Over, and over, and over until you made a big mess on my hands."

Chloe smiled to feel him twitch.

"But you won't make a mess on my hands today, will you? Maybe you can think of a better place for all your Daddy cum?"

Chloe laid back then raised up again to take her shirt off before returning to laying on the bed. Scooting backwards, she wiggled out of her panties, the crotch wanting to stick to her cleft, and held them on one toe before flicking them away onto the floor.

Chloe lay there, one leg slight bent but both pressed together, hiding the depths between her lips but showing the smooth, bare skin of her mons. Daddy didn't know but Chloe had gotten the hair there taken care of years ago. One of the few good things Mommy did for her. Of course it was about how Chloe presented in swim suits and made Mommy look.

Smiling, she looked down at her little breasts and began to rub one, squeezing it firmly but not too tight and flicking her thumb across the nipple so that a short, sharp sigh was forced out of her lips. The other hand slid across her tummy, rubbing it and veering downward but not quite touching her mons.

"Oh, Daddy," she sighed. "I've wanted you for so long. You don't know how many nights I've touched myself like this, wishing it was you instead and wanting to feel your weight on top of me."
 
Colin's nostrils flared and he took a step back as his daughter's panties were pulled down revealing a hairless pussy. His hand went to his mouth and he had to bite down on a knuckle, hard, and even then a deep, unbridled moan escaped his lips. As his hand fell, Chloe could see the clear indentation of his teeth on his knuckles.

Colin looked back up at her. He cracked a smile, and it looked like the smile a tiger would have upon finally encountering its prey after a long, tiring journey. "Good girl," he whispered, although it was almost a snarl the way his voice has roughened from his need.

He knelt down and peeled his daughter's legs apart, finally revealing the sweet petals he craved. Her scent hit him immediately and he still found it sweet. Her pussy was entirely shaved with the tiniest of petal lips that seemed to be almost panting in heat. He crawled forward, his lips getting closer to hers. He inhaled slowly, savoring each moment. His tongue left his mouth and he pushed ever closer to her. He licked once, from the bottom of her slit to the top, tasting the sweet nectar within. His whole body shook with need and pleasure.

He looked up into her eyes, and they both burned with need. He climbed on top of the bed the rest of the way until he lay above her, his manhood hovering moments from her opening. "Tell me again. Whose are you?"
 
Instinct guided her hands into Colin's hair, urging him closer to her slit by tugging and trying to guide it. It was so thick, coarser than her own, but Chloe loved the way it felt in between her fingers. She caressed his head gently, then trembled as it came closer and closer. Chloe sucked her bottom lip in, biting it in anticipation. When Colin licked her she cried out, head going back and mouth parting to show her teeth, her pink tongue, and the inviting depths of it. Trembling she waited, prayed for him to do it again but then felt the mattress dent as he climbed onto it and hovered over her. Easily supporting himself on his arms, he lay atop his Daughter, his cock but a pleading whisper away from being inside her.

"Yours," she said without hesitation. "Yours forever, Daddy." And you're mine she said to herself.

Her hands settled on is biceps and held on tightly as she prepared to receive her father for the first time. "Daddy, please. I've wanted this so much for so long. Please put it in me and make me love you even more."
 
Colin could not deny his daughter this any more than he could deny himself. The moment had come and he was ready. He shifted his hips forward and the head of his shaft met her sweet petal lips. Her liquid honey mixed with the pearlescent drop of pre-cum that had formed on his tip. She was warm, ever so warm, and so wet that he knew instantly that he would be able to slide in without any difficulty.

Slowly, he pressed ever onward, feeling her slit spread open for him as his head fully entered her. He never slowed, never sped up, never stopped. Just one, slow, continuous motion deep into the depths of her womanhood. She was tight, but slick, and he encountered no resistance. His jaw shook as he did so and his head fell back in a soundless moan, savoring the moment as long as he did.

Finally, their hips connected and he had fully entered her. He looked back down at his daughter, delighted at the look on her face. He smiled. It was a smile of love, deep affection, born not just of paternal love but of a different love now, one shared between those who had been intimate. Together, that combined love felt far more powerful. Then, he began to gyrate his hips back and forth, in and out of her, making love to his daughter, loving every second of it.
 
"Daddy!" she cried out as his cock parted her lips and began its inexorable slide into her body. Chloe's hands fluttered on Colin's biceps, grabbing and releasing and grabbing again and her head tossed back with the feeling of him, of her Daddy, entering her pussy. He was so much bigger than the boy who had taken her virginity a few years ago in a messy, awkward fumble in the back room at a summer party. It had hurt too, she hadn't been fully wet in addition to the sting of torn tissue, and been over far, far too soon. This though, this was so different. Daddy stretched her but it was a delicious, wonderful feeling. On and on her slid until Chloe felt she was completely full, must surely burst, and then Daddy slid in more. A wordless cry escaped and her eyes were unfocused as he finally, wonderfully, was fully inside her pussy.

"Oh my God, Daddy. Oh my God. It's so big," she whispered, her head rolling from side to side before settling back in the middle. "You're at the very end of me. Oh my God." Chloe could feel him inside of her, feel the living heat and throbbing length of him that was so different than her fingers. Was her tummy bulging with the size of him? It must be, how was it all fitting?

Then Colin began to withdraw. Chloe whimpered, then sighed it out into a squeak of joy as he went back. The pace he set was slow, steady, absolutely in control and Chloe loved it. Finally her eyes came back and she looked adoringly, wondrously, up at her Daddy and pulled his head down for a deep kiss. Chloe's hips tilted up, changing the angle to make it a little more comfortable, and she felt the pressure inside a new place as Colin stroked into her.

"Faster, Daddy. I'm okay. You can go faster. Oh, Daddy, I didn't know it would feel so good. You're fucking me so good."
 
Colin, ever one to spoil his baby girl, began to speed up. It was a controlled acceleration, each push a little faster than the last, until the slapping of their hips colliding filled the room. He had been silent this whole time, but it was finally too much for him to be fully in control. With a breath of air like he'd been holding his breath, a greatful moan escaped his lips. "God, your Daddy loves fucking your tight pussy," he cried out as the slapping sound got even wetter and louder.

The smell of their sex filled the air and droplets of sweat appeared on Colin's chest, shoulders, and back as he continued to pound his daughter's slit over and over again.

With Chloe tilted up slightly, he could do the same and lifted one hand of the bed, able to support the rest of him now on just one hand. His other hand moved to Chloe's breasts, one at a time, and he pinched and twisted her nipples slightly before moving his down to Chloe's crotch. There, he found her other precious nub and he began to massage it earnestly with his thumb.
 
"Yes," Chloe moaned, her little body beneath his arching up to meet Colin's powerful thrusts. They almost hurt, both from the size of her Daddy's cock in her pussy and from the contact when their hips collided. It was a delicious pain though, one that Colin amplified by pulling on his little girl's nipples. That momentarily broke the rhythm Chloe was trying to match until she picked it back up again. As Daddy found her clit and began to rub it, Chloe could feel the heat rising in her. "Oh, Daddy. That feels so- so," she had to pause to catch her breath, for now Colin's thrusts were driving it out of her lungs with each push. "So good. Oooooh," words became inarticulate moans and she desperately sought out her father's mouth with her own.

The pressure on her clit became too much, almost painful, so Chloe reached down and pulled Colin's hand free. Bringing it up her body, she pulled it to her mouth and kissed his open palm, then slowly began to suck on his thumb. It tasted of her own wetness, something she wasn't totally unfamiliar to tasting, and of Colin's skin and something else. Something that was coming from his cock and mixing with her own juices. Looking into Colin's eyes she smiled around his thumb, then closed them and began to swirl her tongue around it.

It must have excited Daddy because she felt his thrusts lose their rhythm and then get stronger.
 
Colin found his rhythm again, keeping a quick and steady pace in and out of his daughter. Something magical was happening with his thumb though, and with each suck, he almost thought that he felt a sucking on his dick. Then, he realized, he was. Chloe was actually drawing him in with her muscles with each thrust. Whether it was conscious or not, it felt amazing, and Colin began to grunt slightly with every thrust.

He began to feel a pressure building in his abdomen, a familiar feeling, like water building up behind a dam, waiting for the concrete to crack and for the day to burst. It was like a wave building in his mind, one taller than a singer could ride. "Oh God, Chloe," he said, knowing that he was nearing his peak. "I don't have much longer."
 
She wanted it to last forever but there was a thrill in knowing that she was so good and Daddy was going to cum quickly. Cum inside of her, like they were married and in love and always would be. That thought brought Olivia to mind and even though it slowed Chloe's rise to orgasm it wasn't all bad. "Cum, Daddy. Cum inside your little girl," she urged, squeezing her internal muscles as he stroked in, making it as tight as possible to bring Colin to the finish. "I want you to cum. I need you to cum, Daddy. Oh, please," she cried, body meeting his stroke for stroke until she felt him suddenly stiffen.

Then the most wondrous thing happened. She felt it. Chloe felt her Daddy's cock throb inside her little pussy and then the jets of his cum shoot out and inside of her. Colin went so rigid he was shaking with the force of it and Chloe watched with fascination as her father's features mirrored the ecstasy and the forbidden taboo of him having sex with his daughter, with him shooting his cum deep inside. The prior vision of Olivia, of Mommy, made Chloe tingle and a hard, triumphant smile came to her face. "Yes," she whispered. "You're coming for me, Daddy. Not for her. Yes!"

Eventually Colin's cock stopped shooting and Chloe felt the tension go out of him. He all but collapsed on top of her and she was smothered almost by the weight but didn't mind. Legs still outside of his, Chloe brought them together behind his back to hold her Daddy close as he lay panting atop her. Every so often his cock would twitch inside her pussy and she felt wondrously happy even though she hadn't climaxed. It didn't matter.

She'd gotten Daddy.

"Mine," she whispered into his ear and softly brushed at his hair. Daddy was tired, very tired after the orgasm, and Chloe wanted him to go to sleep still inside her and still on top of her. Faintly she felt some of his cum leaking from her pussy and beginning to slide down towards her bottom but she didn't move even though it tickled a little bit.

Looking up at the ceiling past her Daddy's shoulder, Chloe smiled triumphantly.
 
Story closed by mutual agreement, the tale having reached a logical stopping place.

My unqualified thank you to my wonderful partner in writing, Whisper Twice! You were the first person to write with me here on Blue Moon and I'm looking forward to more stories together. Thank you!

tumblr_oii9u5HyhZ1tppytvo1_500.gif
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom