Unusual Attraction to Adult Daughter - (Part 3)

These events actually happened several weeks ago. I wrote the first entry that night at the hotel, but the second entry I started about a week after I got back home. I’m currently finishing up the writing the rest of the story. Admittedly, the remembering and writing down are a bit indulgent for me; and it’s been hard sometimes to concentrate because I’ve typed much of this with a raging hard-on, and I’ve had to pause a few times to relieve myself. There are a couple more parts to this particular episode, and really, it’s not over yet, but I thought getting it all written out would help get it off my mind.
I should offer some background here before proceeding. Her mother and I were together until she was almost four years old, then she divorced me. Her mother moved with her back to the Midwest where my daughter grew up. Her mother was resentful after she remarried, and her new husband adopted my daughter. It was fourteen years before I saw my daughter again, at her high school graduation. That was nine years ago. Since then, she has graduated college; she has come to visit a few times; and we’ve met in different places for vacation. I remember there were times she left her panties on the bathroom floor for me to find, and left her door open at night, which now makes me wonder if she has been thinking about this longer than I have. At any rate, my daughter has called her mother’s husband ‘Dad’ for pretty much her whole life. She has another fatherly nickname for me when she’s being playful, but she most often calls me by my first name.
And so, it wasn’t unusual that she called me by my first name when she put her hand on the back of my head, pulling me more firmly between her legs, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
I remember looking at her reclined, looking back at me, staring at her pussy, covered in fresh come, her saying “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this” and then leaning back with outstretched arms, her breasts firm and round above me. I reached my hands around her legs, grabbing her breasts with both hands, pulling myself closer to her between her legs. I kissed her hairy mound and extended my tongue, running it up and down her hot wet slit, circled around her tight hole a few time and sucked her clitoris. I felt her hand on the back of my head pulling me into her as she was grinding her hips, rubbing her pussy on my face. She moaned and called out my name.
It was the most arousing sound I had ever heard. I lifted my head for a second to look at her; I could not see her face. I took my shirt off – I wanted to feel her skin next to mine, to feel her slick legs rubbing against my body. She looked up to see me remove my shirt. With her smell on me now and her wetness all over my face, I smiled at her and winked my eye, “Call me Daddy” I said to her as I went back down on her, licking and sucking her, smelling her, hearing her moan. “Oh my god, Daddy, that is so good” she cried out as I licked her trembling, grinding, and shaking. She reached her hands down and grabbed my forearms; I was still playing with her breasts. I pulled my arms down so that we could clasp hands, and she squeezed my hands, pulling my face into her; as she was bucking and grinding and writhing beneath me, she came again with a louder “Oh my god” and a warm salty-sweet rush across my tongue.
I licked all around to get as much of her taste in my mouth as I could, then slid two fingers inside her as I continued licking and sucking her clitoris. She quickly came again. “Oh my god,” she said calling my name, then again but instead she said, “Oh my god, Daddy” Her pussy was wet and pink and getting a little soaked with come. I lift myself up for a breath and to look at how she is doing; I’ve managed tokick off my shoes and sock, so I have only my pants on, which I quickly take off. My hard erect penis bounced out of my pants, and I kneeled on the bed in front of my naked daughter, rubbing my hard throbbing cock across her pussy, slapping her slit with it, using the tip to spread her labia apart. She was looking at me – nervously, wantingly. I was rubbing the tip of my penis up and down at the entrance to her love tunnel, feeling her warmth, her moistness. I looked up to meet her eyes; neither of us spoke – I raised my eyebrow inquisitively, asking ‘do you want me to?’ She nodded her head to me ‘yes.’ I used my fingers to push myself into her gently, feeling her open up for me, pulsing and squeezing her walls around my aching hard cock. I was ready to explode immediately, so I eased into her all the way and leaned into her, grabbing her this time by the back of her neck and pulling our lips together once more. We kissed deeply, our tongues swirling against one another as I began to pump in and out of her; she wrapped her legs around me, with her hands around my back pulling me into her. I plunged deep into her and held my position trying not to cum, kissing her neck, tasting her skin. Her hips were bucking and grinding into me, and she was holding on wrapped around me, riding me from beneath. When I could hold back no longer, I came inside her, thrusting my shaft deep inside her, as my loins convulsed sending a pulsing stream of come inside her filling her up. I could see the initial surprised on my daughter’s face as I came deep inside her, which gave way to a smile and a pleasure face as she felt the warm gooey spread inside her. Her eyes bulged open a little as her cheeks rounded quick with a smile and again with each pulse of my orgasm. She kept holding me tight inside her, pulsing the enveloping walls of her pussy around my throbbing shaft.
I continued stroking her, sliding my cock in and out of her, my arms outstretched on the bed, holding myself up to look at her eyes again. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’m not finished yet.”
She pulled my face to hers and kissed me again.
My daughter gave me a long passionate kiss. Her tongue was energetic and insatiable. I wondered if she kissed her husband this way. I wondered if it was me she was kissing so lovingly or if it was because I had just filled her up with a heavy load of come, my manhood still hard and pulsing inside her. My arms were fatigued; I needed to change position, so I told her to get on her knees. My erection, slick and covered in my creamy ooze, had not lost any of its stiffness. She positioned herself on her knees, one leg on either side of me, her plump round ass in the air, her creamed pussy laid open in front of me. Aa drip of come had drizzled its way down her to her ass; it had begun to drip back towards her pussy as she turned over, arching her back to push her ass in the air.
Her cute little pink asshole beamed at me, like a jewel on her heart-shaped ass. My erection got tight and hard as I ran my tongue up her crack and swirled my tongue around her puckered hole, and I pushed it back between her gooey pussy lips. I put my hands on her ass to spread her cheeks apart. Her hole was still silky and tight, but loosened a little so that my cock slid in effortlessly. She threw her head back with a moan, and I reached across her back and grabbed onto her shoulders and began to thrust myself inside her with slow, forceful thrusts. With each pump, my thighs pounded against her giving her ass a little ripple; the oil and sweat provided for a distinct clapping sound with the force of each stroke. With each thrust, she let out a lower-pitched grunt, “uh…uhhn…mmph” and she gasped, “oh my god, that’s deep.” As I picked up the pace a little, her grunts raised in pitch a little, “uh..uh..oh..oh..oh.” She was supporting herself on her elbows, her arms outstretched in front of her, but she laid her head fully down on the bed, grunting with each thrust, and she reached back under herself to play with her clitoris. My balls were swinging with each thrust against her fingertips, and she reached to hold them, and with that thrust I paused, deep inside her, holding on to her shoulders pulling myself as deep as possible into her. She moaned, “ohh, my…” and continued playing with herself beneath us. I pulled my hands off her shoulders and held onto her hips. I began to thrust more forcefully and more rapidly, increasing and increasing, pounding her ass with my thighs. Her head was buried in the bed, her hands on either side, with her elbows in the air; her quick grunts had turned a longer trailing, “ohhh,oh,oohh,ooooohhh.”
Slowing the pace again to prolong our time together, I began rubbing my thumb around her little pink hole exposed before me. When she felt my thumb stroking her asshole, she pushed herself back up on her elbows and faced forward, bracing herself. I rubbed around its countour, stroking the tiny wrinkled folds, feeling the tense muscle surrounding, dipping my thumb in and out; then she threw her head back, her hair flowing through the air, and moaned, “oh my god,” and then louder, “oh my god,” and still louder again as she came again.
Her legs and arms began to tremble, struggling to hold her body up, so I pulled out of her, my stout erection bouncing as she fell onto her side and rolled onto her back. I did not want her to lose momentum and I did not want our time to end, so I quickly thrust my throbbing cock inside her, on my knees, tucking my legs up under hers and I pushed deeper into her, moving my hips slowly. Resting deep inside her, but my fingers were rubbing her clitoris, back and forth, side to side, fast and furious, and she began to orgasm again. With her back arched, her breasts covered in beads of sweat, moans coming from her sweet supple lips, her body began to twitch and convulse. I grabbed onto her hips with urgency, pulling myself into her deeply, feeling her tunnel pulse and throb around my shaft; I continued stimulating her clitoris, until she let out a loud pleasurable, “Aaaahhh.” I leaned down to kiss her neck, then her mouth – her tongue eagerly welcomed mine. Then, holding her hips tightly, I began again slow, forceful thrusts, then faster. Her voice became louder and less restrained, “Oh…oh…oh…oh,” each time a little louder, the slapping sound of my thighs slamming against hers accompanied every gasp and howl. She had pulled her knees up to her breasts, opening herself completely to me, and I was pounding her as hard and fast I as could, and she became her loudest and most vocal, “Ohhh,” and a quick breath, “Mmmmmm…pfff…aahhh.”
Almost out of breath and beginning to slow my thrusts, she pushes me over onto my back, gets on top of me and begins to ride me – up and down, forwards and backwards, like a little locomotive – yes, with sexy little locomotive hips. It was exactly as I had imagined her over a week ago: she was straddling my body, her hairy patch grinding against mine, my throbbing cock deep inside her, her head thrown back looking to the ceiling; and with my hands on her breasts plump breasts, thumbing her nipples, I broke my relative silence and finally moaned, “Oh my god.” That must have got her attention; she looked down at me, and without stopping her grinding and riding, she let out a little laugh and a smile among her groans and heavy breathing, and she let herself fall forward, catching herself with her hands on my shoulders, pinning me down. She let out a forceful grunt, “Mmmph,” then a quick laugh and a smile before she bit her bottom lip, and gave the universal sound of satisfaction, “Mmmm,” then she began to pick up speed, her locomotive hips, moving up and down, back and forth, faster and faster. I was watching her face; her eyes were closed and her head tilted back very much enjoying herself. As the speed of her hips picked up, she lifted herself up again, her hips began to buck with forceful thrusts. Again, I moaned, “Oh, sh…I’m bout to…” Hearing me, her hips rocked me with frenzied motion; her head thrown back she was holding her breasts cupped in each hand. I came just as she reached a crescendo, her quivering body became stiff, with an uncontrolled jerking from her hips. I felt her pussy contracting around my cock, squeezing the warm come from my pulsing organ.
After a moment, she leaned down and kissed me – her tongue was generous and craving, her taste was sweet and intoxicating. Then, lifting herself off of me, my slippery rubbery cock slipped out of her and she moved down, grabbing my stiff, slippery organ with her hand, and holding it before devouring it with her mouth. Her sweet lips, just kissing mine, were moving up and down my shaft, her tongue moving back and forth poking out from her bottom lip. Come was building up in the corners of her mouth as she licked up and down my still throbbing cock. Holding my meat in her hands, she licked around my balls and up to my navel, licking the creamy white mess before putting me back into her mouth, moving her soft silky lips up and down my veiny shaft, sucking me strong and slow; and as she lets the tip squeeze slowly through her lips, she gave one last lick with the tip of her tongue and she rolled over to lay on her back, giving a long sigh. Her pussy was a deeper pink, swollen and freshly fucked, with a creamy white around her hole and soaked throughout her hair. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air. I noticed the music playing in the background for the first time since I dipped my hand into her panties. She let out a laugh of surprise and said, “Whew…that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I laid on my side, propped on my elbow, looking over her beautiful, sweaty body; I reached out to rub her breasts, and I told her, “You are so beautiful.” She smiled as her eyes closed.