Fertile Teen Daughter Bred by Daddy

In the early hours of a beautifully cold October night, where bright yellow forest leaves and pine needles held onto fresh snowfall, my daughter, Holly Marie had entered my bedroom and plopped onto the bed.

Newly eighteen and developing faster than a racy, sexy Polaroid picture, she was less than a year away from her high school graduation. She was, undoubtedly, the smallest girl in her senior class--her small stature was most likely why I had always, naturally, babied her. She had, at one point in time, informed me that, while, last year she had been voted 'cutest while keeping it classy' at her junior prom, this year the yearbook committee's poll had voted her 'hottest in class' and said she was a 'shoo-in for prom queen'. She now had curves in all the right places, red highlights in her flowing, partially curled brown hair, the slightest dimples when she'd smile, full lips, and the most adorable slightly concave nose.

My room's comfortably dim light and extra-large picture windows gave me a great view of Roosevelt Forest in the late afternoon, with the trees at a dead calm and the dense snow of fat flakes still falling, despite starting hours ago.

"It's pretty outside," Holly said, turning her body against the exposed sheets and stretching.

"It's pretty in here," I said, examining her choice of pj's, an all-white, extra thin and ripped Tony's Pub 5K marathon t-shirt that she had overly tightened around her form using a simple cinch clip; it, now, looked like a cute little dress, hiking itself around, while exposing, her upper and inner thighs, and sucking itself against her ass, hips, tight tummy and perky rounded breasts with every move she made. With no bra underneath, her hard nipples and puffy areolas were on full display.

"You're cheesy," she smiled, "but thank you."

"Did you brush your teeth?" I asked, watching her twirl one of the long curls of caramel brown hair that, this night, dangled down the side of her face and over the perfect complexion of her rosy right cheek near her pink lip-glossed lips.

"Yes," she said, then crawled on eager hands and knees across the bedspread to me. I pulled her in as she burrowed her body into my left side. She smelled of her intoxicating lavender body wash.

"Very pretty, Baby," I said, only looking at her.

She'd gotten most of her looks from her beautiful mother, my ex, but that cute little pug nose and those big striking eyes ... all me.

As I lay holding her, my fingers moved across the extra-thin cotton of her newly formed dress. Through the strategically ripped fabric, her skin, showing from beneath slits like a soft light at which I couldn't help but squint--the tears in fabric rising from her navel to her ribs to the upper-most slit, positioned right below her left breast, and at this angle, from her body's alignment and her arms raised just enough ... I caught more than a glimpse of her plump and weighty under-boob.

I examined her pretty face as I raised her chin; those gorgeous brown eyes found mine.

"Breathe," I said and opened my mouth near her own.

Her lips raised to mine, mere inches away, and I felt her hot breath push into my mouth; I tasted the tangy spearmint nip of her toothpaste, combined with her peaches & cream-flavored gloss, the former confirming that she had brushed her teeth. "Good girl," I said, feeling my cock shift and fill, expanding and lifting between my legs. The innocent, yet, oddly erotic act put a churn in my stomach and a slight tremor through my hands; it was as if all the blood had drained from my face and gone straight to my cock.

I disrupted Holly a moment, lifting my shoulders off my pillows and rising, arching my upper body to remove my shirt. I tossed it. This was usually her cue to head off to her bed. I desperately needed the alone time ... and after a 48-hour on-call shift at work ... sleep.

I relaxed back into the mattress and when I did, Holly's body came with me. I felt her hand slide up and over my abs, across my chest where her fingers came to rest near my collarbones. This was not entirely unusual; she'd always been a touchy-feely girl and we'd always had a close relationship. I'd never kissed her on the lips or anything like that, but her hands had a way of finding her daddy's muscles. It was harmless and cute and even flattering, and I loved her for it.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Baby?" I already knew what was coming.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? The snow is so calming."

"You have snow outside your bedroom windows, too, Baby."

"Yeah, but, you have the big windows," she said.

"You know, you're getting close to the next phase of your life, Holly. Graduation's going to be here before you know it and at some point, you're going to need to be more independent." This wasn't our first go at this conversation. "It's one thing for a girl who's scared of the dark to sleep in her daddy's bed, but you're going to go off to college in a year or so, Baby."

"I'll be more independent tomorrow," she said, without turning her gaze to meet mine.

God bless her. I kissed her forehead, which caused her--as if she'd been waiting for the opportunity--to move her hand over the muscles in my shoulder. She squeezed my chiseled flesh, thickening my dick even more and jumpstarting my body's pulse.

"Daddy ... rub my back." She moved her body up and onto mine, her legs spreading, straddling my thin boxer briefs, her breasts beneath the cotton dress squished and rested against my pecs, her flat tummy lay over my abs, her little dress practically the only thing between us. She extended her arms over her head, reaching her hands beneath my pillows, stretching her body. Her face nuzzled into my neck. I wrapped my arms around her as my cock beat, now, between both our legs.

I trickled my fingertips lightly across her back, and just as she always had, she stopped me. "No, Daddy... under my dress," she whispered, her voice muffled against me. "I can't feel your fingers."

I gripped her waist, squeezing her tight form, then pulled at the shirt dress, watching over her shoulder as it inched toward me, the seam of the altered shirt rising with the slope of her butt, soon exposing her ass entirely. Then she used her arms to push a few inches off me, where I hiked the flimsy dress above her tummy, shoulder-blades, then beneath her nipples, over her underarms and finally, I slipped it from her and dropped it to the floor; for the first time ... we were nearly completely together. Despite my underwear, she put her naked body's weight back on me and I felt her smooth bare skin on mine; her titties bulged against me--heaved, even--her thighs opened and the warmth of her smooth, shaved mound radiated and massaged my bulge like that pussy was covered in hot oil. We'd never gone quite this far before. I mean, for fuck's sake, she was applying so much force against my penis, I honestly thought I might burst and drench us both.

I massaged the length of her back, using mild pressure, feeling her silky skin, and her delicate spine, and when I meandered a bit, dropping my motion down her ribs, I found a prominent side-boob. My fingers and knuckles ran across it, delicately caressing the beautifully protruding bulk of the bulging tit before moving along, then returning once more upon the realization that she didn't mind my invasive touch.

"Daddy?" Her voice came soft.

"Yes, Baby?"

Hesitation. This time I had no idea what was coming.

"Are you ... hard?"

I pulled back and examined her face. "How do you know about that?"

"I can feel it, Daddy."

"I mean, in general ... "

She shrugged. "Health class, I guess." She shifted her pelvis, grinding a bit, seemingly, under the guise of 'getting comfortable'.

"Okay." I stopped massaging her and pulled myself to a seated position, taking her along for the ride, the extra grinding against her that resulted from this nearly causing me to erupt between her slit. "I am. I'm hard. It's weird. It's inappropriate and I shouldn't have you cuddling me when I'm turned on. But you ... "

"I ... what, Daddy?"

I saw her mother in her pouty expression, that gorgeous look I'd seen a thousand times before, but never before from the girl ... the look that had been flashed at me every time my ex was needy, greedy ... even horny. I'd seen it when I'd care for her and I'd seen it when I'd fuck her, right as she was about to cum. It was a look that simply said, 'Please... I need you.

I held my daughter's face in my hands and leaned close. "You're beautiful and perfect and ... sexy, and Baby, I need you to go to bed." But my body told her something different; my cock grew beneath her, poking, bulging at her delicate mound, calling my bluff and showing her what I wanted ... what I truly needed.

I felt a fiery dripping heat on my crotch, then, as Holly repositioned a bit, a brush of cold when the air got to it; I grabbed at her thighs and slid her body back to find she had wet my boxers. Her pretty little pussy glistened lightly in the glow of the soft bedside lamp. "See Daddy. I'm turned on too."

Holly pushed her face against my own, my hands held her at her naked waist as she moved back onto my lap, her warmth and weight putting a burning sensation against me. "I'm already your girl, Daddy." She pressed her full lips against mine and we kissed. Her wet tongue parted our mouths and ran over mine. I sucked her further into my mouth as I licked her taste buds. When she pulled away, I was left with her creamy gloss. "I'll do anything you want," she whispered, her fingers now dipping into the elastic band of my boxers to fondle my cock.

Temptation had a way of taking charge of me; and with this beautiful angel applying all the right pressure, there was no way to resist, and to be honest, I didn't want to. I pulled out my throbbing dick without a second thought of any consequence or regard for a young girl's innocence. A primal urge had overtaken me, something that felt like a connection between us, the parent in me now gone.

Despite the shadows in the low light, I focused on her slit, running up the length of me, only an inch from pure contact with my foreskin. When her palm brushed my tip and I felt her grip it, my cock thickened, bulged, nearly beyond what I could take, expanding me to my limit of a solid eight to nine inches. As the pressure built, a glorious ache set in and I moaned, my animal brain now doing all the thinking, the reacting. My eager gorilla hands gripped her rib cage on either side of her and I kissed at her neck, her chest, between those young heavy tits that gravity held so proudly. Her loving mouth brought me back to her and we kissed again.

Holly pulled back, separating our lips loudly, then leaned forward, arching her upper body toward my navel until her lips and tongue sucked at my dickhead. Damn if the girl wasn't flexible. I held her flawless shoulders as she worked on me, moving her mouth like it was a fucking vibrator, somehow, working her tongue and teeth against each other as she sucked, causing friction that made me ache to cum, to see her gulp, gag and swallow everything daddy could give, or make a big mess trying.

I watched my baby bob on my rod and listened to her slurp at the skin and the bulk of the shaft. She deep-throated, sinking her face onto Daddy like she wanted my cock down her esophagus. Her lower lip kissed at my balls, and her throat kneaded my dickhead, bumping it over and over as she pumped her face up and down. When she came up for a big breath of air, leaving my cock dripping with her spit, I kissed her lips as if she was the only girl I ever loved or ever could love, letting her truly know she was all mine, then I slowly pushed her backward onto the sheets, laying her down to admire her entire naked body.

"I'm gonna fucking eat this pussy, Holly Marie," I said aggressively.

I climbed on top of her as her legs instinctively spread for me. I tasted her hot hairless cunt, using my tongue to reach every bit of her juicy peach. Her delicate folds of satin skin opened, almost sucking around my tongue. I licked her from her asshole to her taint, her hymen to her sensitive clit, all the while sucking at her sweet, soft, and thick inner and outer labia. I listened to my baby girl breathe heavily, heard her beg for more and when I nearly swallowed her entire mound--her dripping shaved vulva--she moaned at full volume. I worked with Holly's movement, matching her pace as she shifted her pelvis, humping, fucking my mouth.

When my little eighteen-year-old high school senior forced herself up and onto my face, I rolled onto my back. I let her take charge. I took her weight onto my mouth as I held her open thighs above me and I ate her pussy while she fucked, bouncing and grinding against Daddy's lips, teeth, and tongue. When my tongue darted back and forth from her clit to her hymen, repeatedly massaging her two golden spots, she orgasmed, the hardest, cutest orgasm I'd ever witnessed: her body arched and shuttered with it while she convulsed, nearly screaming through the pleasure, her muscles stretching her tight physique as her boobs bounced with the jolts of her body.

When she collapsed to the bed, I climbed on top of her, my knees spreading her thighs, my big dick slapping and resting against her cherry mound. As she breathed heavily, heaving her chest up and down, in and out, I sucked on my baby girl's left tit, then her right tit, my aggression making them jiggle, working my lips and tongue over her hard nipples like I wanted my young daughter's milk.

My fingers reached between her legs to spread her wet flesh; I needed my penis inside ... wrapped in her fat, intimate, virgin tissue. My fingers moved one by one, across her swollen clit, making her jump and moan, her sharp breaths showing me how easily her body could be manipulated, how easily I could make her melt.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

My heavy dickhead poked at her vaginal entrance, an entrance more than forbidden to this father; the thought of being disgraced for this act had me nearly trembling with anticipation, but there were no second thoughts, no turning back. I felt her pussy's anxious grip on my head tighten as I prodded her young pink flesh. She winced and moaned at my girth as I tried for what I wanted. She was nervously contracting, all while depositing her sticky dripping juice over my tip.

"Let me in, Baby," I whispered as I kissed her mouth. "I know I'm big but I'm not going to hurt you."

Holly relaxed her body and took in a breath, her muscles let go, her wet labia slipping over my head like rose petals. Her hymen resisted, then stretched and tore as I forced in my heavy rod, pushing further, the ripped virgin flesh dangling against my big dick, caught in its motion, pulsing back and forth. She held me inside her, cradling me, enveloping the dense giant plug that now held her closed, keeping in both our fluids as my cock yearned and leaked. Her little pussy devoured my shlong as I drove it deep, my tip pumping against her cervix, that delightful inner mound putting a striking pressure on my tip as I, most assuredly, smeared it with dripping pre-cum, fucking my daughter with desperate, primal aggression.

"Take this fucking dick, Holly, take your daddy's big cock in that tight pussy," I commanded, grinding myself into her.

I made her move, made her bounce, made her tight cunt slap against me as I drilled Baby's pussy like I wanted her blood. I made her pant, made her cry out, and did my damndest to put an ache between her legs that she'd feel for days.

I towered over my daughter while I pounded her untouched twat--my muscles flexed and beamed as I held my body above her. My hips fell into her, rushing my cock into a warm, soft, cherry cunt. Her pretty gaze locked on mine and I was lost in her. Her kitty clenched Daddy's tool as I drove it further, harder, fucking her as if I had something to prove, fucking her the same way I'd fucked her mother, hell, this is how this angel was conceived: classic satisfying missionary, the way you fuck someone you truly love.

I licked her shoulders, tasted her collarbones, sucking her young hefty titties, her nipples ... all while my shaft banged her pussy as if she could take it. When I glanced down, I found her blood on my dick. I fucked my baby harder, faster, deeper, watching her head, shoulders, and tits rise and fall with my massive thrusts and heavy hits. I pinched and squeezed her nipples, wanting, so badly, to see sharp streams of milk shoot from them, its warmth covering my lips, my tongue, my face.

When I shifted, closing her legs while spreading my own, my cock exploded with jizz, filling her pussy with my creamy cum. I spurted four, five, six times, and more, pumping so hard from my tip that each spurt stung with a painful pleasure, leaving me with nothing but euphoric bursts as my semen filled her pussy, drenching my cock. Her swollen slick sheath sucking at and grinding against my fat cum-covered prick, a prick that never stopped its motion.

I kissed her mouth again and again as my body sank on top of her, pushing her further into the sheets. The spearmint taste still held on her tongue, her gloss still on my lips, in my mouth; I told her she was perfect and how much I loved her. As I pulled out, I watched my massive pearl load slip from her vagina and soak into the bed's fabric. She was beautiful ... beautifully fucked, with messy hair and faded makeup.

She looked down at my cock, noticing how hard I remained. "Do you need more, Daddy?" she asked.

I nodded, then put my daughter on her hands and knees. My hands gripped at her asscheeks, pulling them, pushing them, squeezing and even smacking them, watching them shake. I'd wanted this fat tight ass for so long, needed it against me. My cock went easily into her pussy and I fucked her doggy-style while I admired her smooth naked back and shoulders ... her pretty brunette hair and her hourglass figure.

I reached around her and held her tight tummy, thumping away at her twat. She moaned for me as I worked at her cunt, plowing my balls into her plump pussy lips with every thrust of my mighty shaft. Deeper, deeper ... back to her cervix. I felt it again, that inner mound leading to her fertile womb, right on my tip and I burst, gushing another load of semen all over it, soaking my sexy baby's insides once more, hoping to God that my sperm would swim straight for her fallopian tubes to fertilize her egg, soon giving me that tit milk I so badly crave.

My soaking cock slipped from that young eighteen-year-old pussy and I collapsed to the bedsheets. Holly's curves and her raised ass slowly sank to the bed as well; her legs remained closed, keeping my swimmers safely inside her warm cunt, almost as if she knew that's what her daddy wanted.

I couldn't help but let out a moan when I felt Holly's mouth cleaning my drenched cock. She sucked it, tight, hard, and with a mixture of slow and fast head-bobs. I let her. If she wanted the taste ... I'd give it to her.

As our bodies intertwined more and more that evening, our orgasms colliding together like crashing stars--bright and fiery--mixing our juices to keep a mess of the bed, we found a kind of love that could only exist between a father and daughter.

The snow outside remained full and beautiful, its life and charm carrying on throughout the night; but as I stared out at its frozen drifts and reflecting sheets of ice and dew, I knew, it wouldn't be half as gorgeous if I weren't with her.