extrem incest

Daddy had shown me something new, something exciting, and every day I would crawl into bed and play with myself. I had never done it before, I was hesitant at first, but quickly I became more comfortable with running my fingers through my pussy, settling firmly on my little clit. I learned what made me feel good, how to grind my hips into the bed, to let myself moan and call out, to slip my fingers deep into my pussy. I used the handle of my hairbrush in my cunt as I rubbed my clit, pushed it in and pulled it out, as deeply as felt comfortable. Over the course of the week, when I first got home from school and went to do my homework, and at night after everyone went to bed, I would furtively rub myself, and pull at my nipples, until finally I became more and more comfortable with letting myself go, letting orgasm slip over my body, rush through my brain. It was such a wonderful feeling I wanted it all the time.

That Saturday night, I made myself cum, my fingers slipping between my small, wet pussy and my firm clit, bouncing and grinding against the bed, small pants “oh..oh..oh” issuing from my lips, softly so my family couldn’t hear me, and then I fell asleep deeply, the satisfying slumber of orgasm. And then I was gently waking up. It was happening again. I was cold, I could feel the airconditioning across my body, and my legs were being pulled apart. It was daddy.

“Daddy…” I called softly, his face dim in the dark room. He looked at me once, our eyes met, and then he lowered his face to my now open legs. His tongue ran across my closed labia, then traveled down and slowly started to push its way into my smooth mound. I was startled, and pushed up my elbows to watch his face disappear between my legs. “What are you doing?” I said, a little nervous.

“Pull your knees up” he said. “I want to see you.” And I did. His fingers gently opened my cunt, and he lowered his mouth back into my pussy. I jumped, started at the now familiar feeling of pressure against my clit, and a moan slipped past my lips, “oh, yeah…” His tongue moved again, down to my dripping pussy, and started a brisk in and out. I loved it. “Daddy, mmm..” And I started desperately pushing my cunt into his mouth, trying for the satisfying feeling my hairbrush handle gave me. He knew what I wanted, and he pushed his tongue back on my clit while his fingers, first one, then two, then three pushed their way into my dripping pussy, pulling me open wider then I had ever felt before. It felt so good.

“Oh, little girl, oh baby…” he said, pulling his head from between my legs. “You taste so good… oh god, baby, yeah. Grind for daddy,” and I did, harder and faster against his fingers and his tongue, little moans escaping my lips, “daddy, oh, yeah, daddy, do it, oh yeah” faster and harder, pushing and grinding. I could feel that feeling build inside, and I breathed with it and moaned with it and watched my fathers head bounce up and down between my legs as he furiously licked his daughters pussy, and then it was happening, a loud groan from me, and my cunt was pulsing and dripping with juices, and daddys tongue was drinking in my orgasm.

We both slowed down, my breathing ragged and deep, daddy slowly licking me clean, gently pulling his fingers from my grasping cunt. He sat up on the bed next to me then, and then reached down to pull his straining cock out of his pajama pants.

“It’s your turn, baby. I want to teach you something else.” He reached over and took my hand and placed it around his penis. I was like jelly, pliant and easy, a fog settled over my brain. “I want my little girl to help me.” He said, and he placed his hand over top of mine, firmly holding it against his cock, pulling up and down. “Like this, sweetheart. Do it like this for me.” And then he let go, I kept on, up and down his firm, hard, penis. At thirteen, my hands were still small, and couldn’t wrap all the way around his thickness.

“Oh that’s so good, honey. Oh, my baby girl…” and for a while, I pulled at his cock as he moaned, his eyes fixed on me. I could feel him thickening in my hand, and then he said “I want my daughter to suck me. Come here, baby. Put your mouth on the tip here,” and I sat up in bed and leaned down to wrap my lips around my fathers thick cock. It was salty, like his cream I had tasted before, and I wasn’t worried, I was curious. He pushed gently on the back of my head, and a little more of penis pushed into my mouth, and then my head and hands were moving in tandem, up and down his shaft, his hand on the back of my head, holding me there gently. “Suck it,” he demanded, and I let a little suction come into my mouth, so I was pulling and pushing, and sucking and licking back and forth, up and down, faster and faster with the pressure of his hand. “Oh, yeah, oh, my daughter sucks such good cock, oh daddys little girl, it’s so good…oh…god… yeah, my baby” It was uncomfortable, I wanted to stop, but his hand held me there, and I felt I had to keep going—he had done it for me. And then suddenly, his groans above me got clearer and louder. “Yeah, oh god… yeah,… your gonna make me cum… oh fuck….suck me…god, yeah baby…. My fucking daughter…argh…” and suddenly he was pumping hard into my mouth, his hand pushing my head down into his gushing cock, his cum hitting the back of my throat, and I was gagging a little, my eyes watering, but he held me there until he had relaxed, his cock softening in my mouth. I pulled away from him, his jism trickling down the back of my throat and from the corners of my mouth, and saw him staring at me with the warmest look in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting cum in his daughters mouth.

“Thank you sweetheart” he said and I felt better. He gave me some water, cleaned us up, then leaned down to slip his tongue into my mouth, then further south to suck each of my little nipples briefly, then to run his tongue from my taint to my clit, before tucking the blankets firmly around me. “Sleep tight, baby” “Good night daddy” and he left me there to fall asleep…