Richard was standing in the upstairs bathroom when he heard the front door open and slam against the wall, closely followed by a scream of "Daddy!"
Lily was home.
Richard was thirty five, and his daughter Lily was turning eighteen the next day. She had been conceived when Richard was still in high school, with his high school sweetheart. They had been madly in love, and when his girlfriend's pregnancy test had come up positive, it only deepened their compassion for each other.
It was then that fate showed it had a sadistic streak. Lily, the greatest gift Richard had ever received, entered his life; but in the same instant, his greatest love had her final curtain. She died in labor, and while Lily was born and grew up a healthy and beautiful girl, Richard had never been able to love another woman in the same way.
Dating would not have been a problem for Richard. Although he was thirty five, he still looked at least ten years younger. Jet black hair blanketed his head, swept back in the same careless way as Henry Bogart. It was complemented by bright, brilliant blue eyes, and a smile that crinkled at the edge of his eyes. These, added to his strong jaw, light stubble and athletic swimmer's body, gave him Hollywood good looks.
He trotted downstairs and was greeted by a flying mess of brown hair. Lily threw her arms around her father's neck as he lifted her slight frame and effortlessly swung her around, laughing.
"How was your day, sweetie?" he asked, placing her back down and giving her one last squeeze in his arms.
"It was crap, Dad! I spent the whole day thinking about tomorrow!" she exclaimed, pretending to sulk.
"Why? What's happening tomorrow?" Richard asked quizzically, feigning curiosity.
Lily's beaming face fell, a fleeting shadow of hurt crossing her eyes before mumbling, "Oh, nothing...just a thing..."
Richard couldn't hold it in any longer, and let slip with a constricted giggle before breaking into a wide, boyish grin. Lily looked up with a gasp and smacked his arm.
"Dad! How could you!" she screeched, pretending to be outraged.
"I'm sorry, honey, I couldn't help it. I can't believe you thought I'd actually forget! Just you wait until you see what I've got planned," he teased, before winking and walking back up the stairs, and closing his door behind him.
Richard spent the next few hours tapping away on his computer, working on an important file for his client. He leaned back, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes. As he did, he heard the door behind him creak open, and footsteps crossing the room.
Lily wrapped her arms around him from behind, tenderly.
"Dad. Just in case I don't say it enough, I love you," she whispered into his ear.
"I love you too, more than anything," Richard replied, confused at this sudden show of emotion. Normally Lily was reserved with her feelings and hid them behind a bubbly demeanor and crude jokes.
Lily kissed him lightly on the neck, just below his ear. Then she stood up, brushed herself off. "Now come on, you degenerate workaholic! I've made dinner, get it while it's hot!" she announced, lightly clipping his head and walking out of the room.
Richard turned and watched her walk. As his eyes absentmindedly glided down over her body, a part of him awoke. A part so secret and well disguised that even Richard himself wasn't fully aware of it. It had been born a couple of years earlier, as Lily had been developing from his adorable little girl to his strong, independent and beautiful woman. He was attracted to her, and for good reason.
Lily was beautiful, and just about every man who met her was smitten. She had dark brown hair, falling simply to her shoulders. Her eyes were green, and had the ability to light up when she smiled. Her body was lithe and toned, as she often went swimming with him. She had large breasts, if he had to guess Richard would have said a D. Her body was small, like her waist, in contrast to her round, firm bum. It bounced when she walked, and drew her many looks on the street. Her legs were defined and curvy, clearly the legs of an athlete.
Yet, in spite of all this she had never had a boyfriend, or had sex. Richard was confident she was still a virgin; despite being her father, he was also her closest friend, there was nothing she didn't or wouldn't tell him. None of the guys from her school had been enough to meet her high standards, and Richard was beginning to worry.
Pushing these thoughts aside, he stood up and walked downstairs. As he neared the living room, the scent of Lily's famous chicken korma filled his nostrils.
"Smells like crap," he said as he sat on the couch, chuckling.
"Listen, buster, if I wanted shit from you I'd squeeze your head," she retorted, before laughing and chowing down.
Richard laughed as well, acknowledging his daughter's evil wit. They breathed down the delicious meal, before washing the dishes and sitting down to find something to watch.
"Heads up," said Lily, as she walked over and sat on Richard's lap. This was not unusual, it was a habit she had developed as a child and felt no need to dismiss as she grew older. She grabbed the remote, and put it on one of their favourite shows, before snuggling into Richard and letting out a small hum of contentment.
This show usually contained fairly raunchy sex scenes, and tonight was no exception. As the two characters steadily got more into the steamy scene, Richard could have sworn Lily was grinding her ass on his lap. It was very subtle, but Richard was positive she was lightly rocking her hips, seemingly trying to induce an erection from her father. Suffice it to say it worked, Richard was soon throbbing hard.
He opened his mouth wide and let rip a huge yawn, before picking Lily up and tossing her onto the couch beside them. "I'm gonna go to bed sweetie, I'm exhausted. Plus I wanna be up bright and early for your big day!"
Lily looked confused for a second, then smiled. "Okay, Dad, that's a good idea. I might hit the sack too."
Richard walked upstairs, brushed his teeth, stripped, and jumped into his warm king-size bed. He spread out his arms and legs, and was on the verge of drifting off when he heard a small, almost imperceptible knock on his door.
"What is it, sweetie?"
Lily quietly opened the door and snuck in, wearing a frilly purple bra and black thong. "I was just wondering if I could sleep in here tonight, Dad. Like I used to? I wanna do it one last time before I'm a woman."
"Sure, baby, go ahead."
Lily nodded and slipped under the covers, moving quickly to snuggle against Richard before he turned away. Her firm ass was pressed right into the crook of his hips, right against his penis. Richard slept naked, and was aware of the massive effort it would take to keep his dick flaccid.
Lily again began wiggling her hips lightly, just enough to cause a reaction. Before long, Richard's penis was hard, throbbing, and pressed between the cheeks of her perfect ass.
"Dad? Is that for me?" Lily asked innocently, turning toward him slightly.
Richard spun to lay on his back, the flushed skin on his face invisible in the darkness. "Nevermind, sweetheart, go to sleep," he whispered hurriedly.
Lily turned so she was lying on her side, facing him. "But, Dad, I liked it," she said, an evil grin sliding onto her face. She ran a finger lightly up his leg, and let it rest lightly on his balls.
"Lily, that's enough. I'm your father, we should not be doing this," he said firmly, ignoring the tent he had pitched under the covers.
"No buts! I said no."
"Dad. Please. I want to. I see you every day, acting like everything's fine, but I know it's not. You know how much it hurts? Seeing your own father incapable of falling for another woman? I wanna help Dad, I wanna be yours. Let me please you, I want you to be my first."
Richard was taken aback. Two displays of emotion in one day? This was big. "Do you mean that, baby? You really want this?"
Lilly nodded fervently in reply.
"...ok. But only this once, got it?"
"Yes, sir!" she announced, before raising her hand in mock salute.
Richard let out a deep breath before tossing off the covers, revealing his cock, glistening with precum.
"Oh, Dad, it's amazing!" Lily exclaimed, lightly wrapping her hand around it.
In reality, Richard's penis was average. But Lily was smitten, she knew this was the only cock for her. She started slowly sliding her hand up and down on his shaft, placing her thumb on the tip and smearing the precum around it. This elicited a groan from Richard, who let his head roll back in pleasure.
Lily gulped, looked at her Dad, then tentatively placed her lips on his tip, tickling his slit with her tongue and licking up the precum. To her delight, it was delicious, and she couldn't wait to get more. She started bobbing her head up and down getting slowly more enthusiastic. She rolled her head down, sliding her tongue over as much of her Dad's cock as she could reach. After a few minutes, Lily decided to attempt deepthroating. She pushed her head down until she gagged, fitting in about four inches.
Richard placed a finger on her chin and lifted her mouth off his slobber-covered cock.
"My turn," he said simply, before pushing Lily onto her back and kissing his way down her slender, tanned body. As he reached her chest, he undid her bra and pulled it off. He gasped when he saw her breasts; they were more perfect than he imagined. Round, perky, at least a D-cup with small, dark brown nipples. Richard sucked one nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, while his hand firmly explored her other breast. He sucked and nibbled her breasts until she squeaked and pushed the top of his head.
"I can't take it anymore! Hurry up!"
Richard chuckled and complied, swiftly kissing his way softly down her stomach before pulling her panties down her long legs. He kissed his was back up her legs, getting slower as he approached her soaked pussy. Her clit was swollen and poking out, while her lips were open, and not too large. She had the perfect pussy.
Unable to resist any longer, Richard dived in, vigorously sucking and licking at her clit, thrusting his tongue into her sopping pussy occasionally. She moaned in pleasure and wrapped her legs firmly around his head. It didn't take long before she was screaming, almost crushing his head with her thighs and shaking from her first assisted orgasm.
When her body relaxed, Richard moved back up and kissed his daughter for the first time as a lover. Lily could taste herself all over her father's lips, an loved it.
"Dad. I want you to fuck me. Now," she said, not asking.
"Okay, baby. I'll take it slow, so I don't hurt you," said Richard as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it lightly on her opening. He didn't bother with a condom, he knew she had been on the pill for a little while.
He slowly pushed, penetrating her pussy until he felt her hymen in his path.
"I'm gonna break your cherry now, baby."
"Okay, Dad." She nodded and gulped. Richard pushed firmly, and felt her hymen snap and his cock slid smoothly into her tight, untouched vagina. Lily muffled a squeal, and Richard stopped to let her acclimatize to his penis. She nodded when she was ready for him again. He began slowly thrusting, amazed at how tight she was, how nicely she squeezed his cock when he slid in to the hilt. He began to pick up pace, watching as a smile spread across her face. She was clearly enjoying her first fuck.
Richard looked down, mesmerized by Lily's bouncing breasts. They were perfect, and moved in sync with his thrusts. He began fucking her hard, listening as her small moans grew into screams of pleasure. His balls and thighs slapped audibly with every thrust, his breathing became animalistic. They were no longer father and daughter, they were lovers.
As he felt her pussy contract around his cock in preparation for another orgasm, Richard began feeling the pressure develop in his balls.
"I'm gonna cum, sweetie!" he gasped hoarsely, out of breath.
"Cum in my pussy, Dad!" she squealed, locking her legs around his waist and holding him in place as the largest orgasm she had ever experienced began.
Richard felt her pussy squeeze even tighter, which set him off. He let out a low, guttural moan as he felt his cock explode with hot, thick seed in his daughter's womb. After several minutes, his whole body relaxed as his orgasm subsided. He collapsed on top of her, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat.
Richard looked at the clock on the bedside table. 12:03am.
He turned his head towards Lily, lips pressing against her ear.
"Happy birthday, Lily."
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