Chapter One

“What is it, honey?” my father asked, and the hue of my cheek went from pink to red.

“N-nothing, Daddy,” I said and hurried back to my room. He caught me spying on him in the living room—err, not really spying, but watching him while I thought.

“You sure?” he called after me, but I was near a sprint now back to my room.

“Yeah, nothing!” I said as I closed my door. My heart raced from the adrenaline dump of what I almost asked my dad.

He was a good man and a strong man, but I knew my question would only raise trouble.

And that’s part of the reason why you want to ask it… I thought and rolled my eyes.

In my room, I pretended to be doing my homework while I played on my phone. I was a college freshman at a private Christian university down the road from my dad’s house. I told my father I went here so I could save on rent and expenses but really, I went here so I could stay with him. Daddy and I were all each other had since my mother died in a car crash years ago. He was a great husband and an even better father to me but there were always things that were awkward for him. Things that were meant for a mother to explain to a daughter that he had to. Now that I was old enough, google could solve most of my women’s issues, but I still had things I wanted to know that it couldn’t answer.

“Knock, knock,” Daddy said as he knocked on my door jamb later that night.

I rolled my eyes, “You don’t have to say knock, if you’re knocking.”

“Just covering all my bases,” he said with a wink, “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I said and sat up from laying on my bed. I wore a pair of my pink athletic short shorts and a sky-blue shirt. Daddy was in his usual around the house clothes—dark blue jeans that formed well to his butt and a black t-shirt that strained at his biceps.

“I saw your face, earlier today, I know that look,” he said. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

The smile erased from my face and that awkward feeling bubbled in my belly. “It’s nothing.”

“Carol…” my dad whispered as he sat on the bed beside me. His weight pulled the mattress down, begging me to fall into him.

“It’s… I don’t know… weird… We don’t have to talk about it.”

“I like weird things. Come on, you know I’m a great listener,” he said, bumping my shoulder with his.

He was. He was great at everything. Daddy had always been my rock in this world—especially after I lost my mom. After a couple years went by, we started to find a new normal and things were… okay… but then at one parent-teacher conference, I noticed my English teacher, Miss. Bently, flirting with my father. I scowled from afar as I watched her twirl her hair, push out her breasts, and brush her hand over Daddy’s arm. I wanted to scream and break things because that was the first time I realized that Daddy could date another woman now. He could marry another woman!

I could have a new mom, I thought in horror. My anxiety tripled over the coming months. It felt like an inevitability. If not Miss Bentley, then some other bitch would come home someday wrapped around his arm.

I tried to hide my feelings from my father, but I think he picked up on them. Father stopped talking to most his friends and he didn’t even look at another woman when I was with him. Over the years, he turned into a homebody—he even bought a home gym in the garage and stopped going to the gym. It worked and my anxiety went away, but now that I was 18 years old now, I couldn’t help but feel guilty of what he sacrificed for me.

“I just…” I started and thought my voice sounded strange. “All my friends at school have, um, they’ve all started, you know… having sex…”

My father stiffened beside me but quickly covered and tried to relax.

“And I don’t know… they keep on talking about different—no, forget it. I can’t. Nevermind,” I said, flustered and covering my face with my hands.

“Hey—Hey,” Daddy whispered. His warm arm wrapped around my shoulders while his other hand rested on my knee, rubbing in small circles. “Hey, don’t do that. You can ask me anything. No judgement here, sweetheart.”

I gasped and felt my heart race. Half because of his perfect words to sooth my anxiousness, and half because of his perfect touch that I yearned for late at night.

“I don’t know, I just feel like a loser because I haven’t had sex, and I don’t have a boyfriend. They know all of this stuff and I’m just—I’m just a virgin!” I yelled and my voice quivered.

“Hey, come here,” Daddy said, and I was already falling into his embrace. My cheek pressed against his chest; I breathed in his warm deodorant and natural aroma and felt my stress fall away. He kissed the top of my head, and I felt his warm breath send chills down my spine that made me squirm. “I was still a virgin at your age. So was your mom.”

“Really?” I asked, not wanting to release from the hug and my daddy didn’t make me.

“We were juniors in college when we met. Your mother, a proper homeschooled Christian lady, and I was the nerdy architect major who lived, breathed, and dreamt my schoolwork. When it happens, it happens, sweetheart. People build it up too much in their head. Just make sure whoever you give it to is a good man—or woman, if you’re into, um—”

I giggled, pulling away from him. “I’m straight, Dad… chill out.”

He raised his hands with half a smirk. “No judgements here.”

I did my best to dampen my beaming smile. Daddy always had a way of putting me at ease. “But you, like knew stuff about sex, right? Like before you did it?”

Daddy shrugged and thought for a moment. “Well, not as much as I do now, but—wait, that came out wrong. Uh, yeah, a little.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Um, what, um, what would you like to know?” he asked and I saw his eyes flick briefly down to my crotch. I was sitting cross legged on my bed and facing him so I knew much of my inner thighs were exposed.

“Um, I don’t know… I just—I don’t know what a penis or whatever even looks like. I don’t even know what to do with it,” I half laughed and made a face. “Oh, my God this is so bad. Okay, I’m an idiot. Let’s just stop and pretend this conversation never happened. I—”

“No, no, honey, stop. I’ll show you,” my father blurted out and I recognized a familiar awkwardness in his face as he realized what he just said.

“You will?”

“Would that be alright with you?”

“Yes, that would be, um, yes,” I said too enthusiastically and tried to dampen my excitement.

Father sat and stared at a blank wall for a moment as if thinking over what he was about to do. I was about to tell him to forget the whole thing when he stood and undid his belt. My heart felt like a drum roll in my chest as the surreal moment played out before me. It had been a fantasy for more time than I recalled for what was happening to happen. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve always wanted my daddy to see me more as a woman and less like his awkward daughter, and now it was starting to happen.

After kicking off his jeans, Daddy sat back down, paused, and then slowly lowed his boxers down to his knees. I did my best to keep my panting quiet as I leered at my daddy’s cock. His balls were round and hung below a thick shaft that arched downward.

“This is, um, a penis,” my dad said, rubbing a hand over his head. “I don’t know if this is exactly appropriate but, um, yeah.”

I couldn’t speak as I was mesmerized by it. Even as he spoke, it seemed to be slowly growing or stretching out. Daddy cupped a hand under his balls and lifted them to make an adjustment.

“These are my testicles. Um, they’re very sensitive so when—if you handle them or someone else’s you have to be very gentle.”

“They’re beautiful,” I whispered like an idiot, but I really did think that were.

“Hm. Do you want touch them?” he asked, and I nodded yes.

Scooting forward, I wrapped my palm under his ball sack and felt how warm and soft the skin was. Carefully, I caressed my fingernails along his balls and saw them contract and raise. At the same time, Daddy’s shaft raised and grew longer.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, worried I hurt him.

Daddy chuckled. “No, sweetheart. A man’s penis has a bit of a mind of its own. If you touch it in a good way, it’ll twitch, harden, and grow for you.”

I chewed on the corner of my lip as I repeated the motion of dragging my fingernails on his testicles and rolling them in my palm as if they were cotton balls. I could hear daddy breathing through his nose more heavily now and watched his balls constrict twice more.

“Do you want to feel my shaft?” he asked. His voice deeper and more confident. “Here…”

Daddy took my hand in his and wrapped it around the base of his girthy shaft. I looked up at his face and saw a look I hadn’t seen on Daddy’s face before. Lust.

I’m turning Daddy on… I thought and could feel my juices flowing into my underwear.

He nodded to me as he rubbed my hand up and down on his hardening shaft. “Just like that. All the way up, stopping just before the tip, and back down again. Good… Good girl…” he said and I melted a little.

I am Daddy’s good girl.

“It’s so hard, Daddy,” I said.

“That’s—Mmm—that’s how you know you’re d-doing a good job, baby. Keep… keep going…” he said between groans as he released my hand.

I maneuvered closer to him so I could have a better angle and continued stroking his cock. It had grown so hard and big in my hand I couldn’t believe it. every flex made it harder. It felt like a baseball bat as I pumped him. The faster I went the more I could see my daddy pant and struggle not to groan so I jacked him quicker.

“Ohh, honey—baby, that’s it…” he said. “Good girl…”

I was worried about his balls bouncing too much because he said they were so sensitive, so I cupped my other hand underneath them. As I did, I saw a dribble of milky substance ooze out of his shaft. I was in a trance, staring at it when Daddy’s hand suddenly grabbed mine.

We both were panting, and daddy’s had wild eyes as he looked down on me. They were primal and full of wanting. For a moment, I feared Daddy was stopping me from finishing him off. It would have been the worst tease of my life. But then Daddy whispered.

“Baby… Would you like to feel what an orgasm feels like?”

My eyes brightened and I couldn’t help but smirk. “Yes, Daddy,” I replied.

Chapter Two

Daddy stood and walked along side of my bed, his hard cock swaying between his legs. Cupping my cheek, he laid me down as if it was bedtime and planted the most wonderful kiss on my lips. As his tongue explored my mouth, there was so much excitement in my chest, I thought I might burst. His hands slid down my chest, brushing over my breasts through my shirt. I started to pant like a dog and need to break from the kiss. His warm wet lips dragged down my clavicle to my breasts. I lifted my shirt and undid my bra quickly.

Leaning over, my dad wrapped his arms around my back like I was a gift for him and only him. He ran his wet tongue over my hard nipple and then kissed the other one. My fingernails raked through his hair, holding him to my bosom as he flicked his tongue up and down on my aching nipple.

“Oh, God…” I gasped and he groaned into me.

His lips travelled down my center as his palms brushed my skirt up, revealing my bare sex. My father smirked up at me and I melted a little at the sight of his grin. Keeping my gaze, he planted soft kisses on my inner thigh. I panted as I felt his warm, wet lips inch slowly toward my pussy. His lips and tongue dragged along my sensitive inner thigh—that creamy skin that no one but me had ever touched.

Now it is Daddy’s as much as mine. I am Daddy’s.

Daddy’s fingers peeled my underwear and shorts off and I felt so exposed. My body was twitching by the time his lips met my shaved, moist slit. “Ohhmm… Daddy…” I gasped, as his warm tongue made a long lap over my slit, and did it five more times before his lips wrapped around my clitoris. “Ohhh my G—” I gasped, arching my back.

Daddy threw my thighs over his shoulders as his tongue buried inside my pussy. It was a warm snake that explored every inch of my slit before turning its attention to my throbbing clitoris. By then, I was losing control of my limbs. My thighs quivered on both sides of his face and sharp jolts went through my shoulders and arms.

“OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod…” I repeated in a whisper as his unrelenting tongue tortured my clit in all the right spots. He wasn’t some college boy, fumbling over what to do and where to touch a lady. Daddy knew how to please a woman.

“Mmmmmmmm!” Daddy groaned at how wet I was becoming and worked his mouth around pussy like I was a dripping ice cream cone.

“Oh my—f-fuck, Daddy… Daddy… I’m gonna—ohhhmmmm!” I winced, squeezing a hand over my mouth because I didn’t trust myself to not scream. My twitches became a small seizure as my eyes rolled backward. The intensity of my orgasm worsened as Daddy’s lips locked around my clitoris, and I felt the tip of his tongue flick across the tip of me. “Oooohhhmmmmyyy Goddddmmmm!” I cried from behind my sweaty palm.

I arched my back and lost sight of time and space as Daddy didn’t stop and neither did my orgasm. My fingers clawed through his thick hair as my thighs struggled not to clamp around his stubbled cheeks. I was torn between needing him to stop and never wanting him to ever stop lapping at my overstimulated clitoris. His hands slid up my center and gripped my bouncing breasts as if they called to him. His warm, rough hands squeezed them as his lips and face worked side to side on my throbbing clitoris.

“Oh, God…” I whimpered between staggered breaths as more orgasm never peaked, it only grew more and more intense.

“MMmmmm!” Daddy growled into me like a hound guarding his meal and the vibrations of his mouth sent me over the edge in a way that no vibrator or sexy had in my life.

My lips parted in a silent scream as my forehead formed a jigsaw puzzle. I arched my back and the last thing I saw before pinching my eyes shut was Daddy’s hard, stern eyes locked on mine as her devoured my clitoris.

“Ohhhhh fffffffuuck!” I screamed as the orgasm sent my body into a writhing mess. I flopped around on my bed uncontrollably as my daddy rode the wave of my body. “Aahhhhhhmmmm!” I cried as I lost touch of reality.

For an unknown amount of time, all I could see was black and I couldn’t hear a thing. My fantasy of a lifetime had finally come true, and I have received everything I could have ever wanted. The feeling was… intoxicating to say the least.

When I came to, I could first hear my ragged and unadulterated breaths as I panted like a possessed woman. I blinked several times; I saw spots and my bedroom ceiling came into focus. Daddy just finished licking up my mess between my thighs and his lips and tongue kissed around the outside of my ribs back up to my breasts. My entire body tingled from the jolts of my orgasm still coursing under my skin.

The kiss we shared when his lips reached mine was like a cure to an illness I had suffered from for life. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and my hands clutched at his cheeks as our tongues lapped at another. Without thought, my legs hooked around back of the small of his back.

The orgasm wasn’t enough. Daddy needed to cum. Daddy needed to cum inside me. I wanted Daddy to take my virginity.

Chapter Three

Daddy crawled between my legs, his kisses turning deeper and naughty. The tip of his tongue stretched back against mine as Daddy’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once. I lost track of time and space I felt him grope my breasts as he sucked on a sensitive spot on my neck below my ear. His warm palm ran down the base of my creamy thigh until his fingers brushed my moist slit.

When Daddy raised up to remove his shirt, I eagerly pulled mine off as well, leaving me nude in an instant. I realized how vulnerable I felt and how I could only be this way with one man—Daddy…

“Oh, honey,” he gasped as his lips fell to my boobs and suddenly my nipples were aching as his fingers plucked at them and his lips suckled on them. All the while, my hips squirmed like I was possessed. I was so worked up from my daddy eating me out, I was begging for it.

“Daddy… Daddy please… I need you…”...