On a cold winter’s night, John was sitting alone in his pajamas by the fireplace, enjoying a glass of bourbon. He was watching the flames flicker and spark, swirling as if engaged in a hypnotic dance. A warm orange glow illuminated the whole living room, whilst outside the temperature was just under 9 degrees. That mighty cold was accompanied by an impressive snowstorm, something not unusual at this time of year, especially at the outskirts of Denver where he lived with his lovely wife, Susan.
John and Susan had been married for over 20 years, and they had a beautiful daughter called Melissa, the love of their lives. In fact, ever since she had come into their life, John had changed completely. She had definitely brightened his world. Until then, he had not known a greater love than the one he now felt for his own daughter. She meant everything to him, and he made sure that she always knew that.
It's no wonder that Melissa ended up basking in his love. Daddy was both the sweetest, kindest man, as well as a strong, safe presence where she could always seek refuge and comfort. Being 19 years old, the first thing she did when she came back from college was to sit on his lap and hug him. She loved feeling his strong arms around her, while she adored his manly scent and feeling the rasp of his beard. John loved her as well, and he seemed to be the only one to fully understand her. He completely embraced Melissa’s feminine character, which ranged from the delicate to the wild, from the fragile to the fervent and feral. She was truly lovely, and every day he made her feel special and protected, the number one princess in the world.
As a grown-up woman, Melissa was quite beautiful. She was pale-skinned, with auburn reddish-brown hair, a firm body, and beautiful, lush, pointy breasts. Between her gorgeous white thighs, dark auburn pubic hair covered her lovely pussy. And her cute marble-like buttocks constantly caught people's attention. Understandably, guys her age could not keep from flocking and courting her. She had many friends and dated a few men. Soon enough, she inevitably ended up falling in love with one particular boyfriend, for whom John felt especially jealous. He felt he rivaled for his daughter’s love. Nevertheless, John had the good sense not to stand in the way. He trusted Melissa and believed in giving her all the space she needed to live her own life.
Being now 19 years old, and at her boyfriend’s behest, she soon made a decision that would hurt her father so. She decided to move out with her boyfriend. In August, she soon left for her new life, not before crying inconsolably at the thought of parting from her father. John never revealed to her how much this hurt him; he felt he had to support his daughter no matter what, especially now that she was going to begin her independent life as a grown-up woman. He only hoped that the boyfriend would treat her right and that he would give her everything that she needed and deserved.
By now, it had been five months since Melissa was gone, and John missed his daughter dearly. He missed being with her; he missed the times they mirthfully played and did things together. Most of all, he sorely missed their conversations. They were deep, and delved on many topics: philosophy, books, religion, and yes, even sex. John and Melissa talked a lot about sex. His father conveyed to her that he didn’t want her to shun and abstain from sex, as he had stupidly done when he was a young man. Instead, he wanted her to have lots of sex, but he also implored her to protect herself and to always choose good men so that she wouldn’t get hurt.
These intimate conversations continued. At one point, Melissa and John even began sharing their deepest sexual fantasies, which turned out to be quite similar. They discovered that they both had a love for incestual-taboo father-daughter romantic love. They would even sometimes write erotic fiction and share it secretly with each other. It was beautiful when they did this; their stories were always between consenting adults and were full of love. At the time, they did not want to admit it, but they both craved a father-daughter love relation.
In any case, Melissa was his best friend, his greatest confidant, and he was sorry that she had left. An emptiness lingered in his heart; with whom could he now share his most innermost thoughts? With whom could he have those lovely conversations about sex?
John knew that what he felt was not unique to loving dads and daughters. Throughout the ages, fathers had dealt with the grief of parting with their grown-up daughters. He remembered Homer’s Odyssey, when the gorgeous Penelope was leaving her home to be wedded to the handsome Ulysses. Immediately after leaving the house, her father ran after her and caught up with her slow-moving ox-cart. He asked her point-blank who she loved the most: Ulysses, or him. Penelope’s answer was to blush deeply and to cover her beautiful face with a veil. Maybe that silence and enigmatic gesture were enough for him, maybe that was the answer that he was looking for. At that moment, he let her go, knowing that she loved him. Yes, she loved him even erotically...
In such fantasies John pondered, as he kept sipping his prized bourbon and watching the fire. He had a huge, burgeoning erection. Maybe he had too much to drink, for he felt extremely relaxed, and seemed to be dozing off…
He was almost falling asleep when, at one point, he opened his eyes and saw Melissa standing there, dressed in a lovely blue-grey pajama. It couldn’t be, it just couldn’t be! It must’ve been a dream, he thought. “Melissa! Is that you?!” John asked, startled. Melissa just smiled widely, her eyes were glittering with happiness; she looked dazzlingly beautiful. “Yes Daddy! I wanted to surprise you! I arrived tonight, and told mother to help me enter without you noticing. I arrived, put on my pajamas, and immediately came to say hello. And now mommy has gone up to her room, to leave us both alone”.
John couldn’t believe his happiness. Melissa was back! His daughter, his best friend, had returned! It was such a joyous moment! His heart began beating loudly. Placing his drink on the small coffee table, he got up and embraced his daughter passionately. They stayed like that for like five minutes, deeply engaged in a fiery embrace that not even the likes of Rodin could have captured in a sculpture. Feeling her young, cute body melt and press onto his, John had an even wilder and more embarrassing erection. He knew Melissa felt it, but he didn’t care; he had had too much to drink, and his inhibitions were almost completely gone. Besides, he wanted her to feel it; he wanted her to know the truth of how much he desired her.
Melissa felt the raging erection all right, she just sighed and softly exclaimed “Oh Daddy!”, and hid her face shyly in his broad manly chest. At one point, her hands timidly passed the elastic band of his pajamas and began touching and caressing that inflamed cock, that wonderful penis that had made her with so much tender love.
At that moment, John seemed to have had second thoughts, “Wait... what if your mother sees us?”
“It’s all right!” Melissa whispered, “She wants us to be together…” She took off Daddy’s pajama pants and knelt in front of him. Caressing his manly penis, she covered it with wet kisses. She also kissed and sucked his hairy testicles. She was full of wonder at the smell of his father’s genitals. John was in the Seventh Heaven. As she sucked and made love to him with her mouth, he almost felt like he was breastfeeding her.
At one point, they both undressed fully. Melissa gently lay on her back, with her legs wide open, blatantly exposing her precious woman-flower to him. Her body was so luscious, and she felt so wet! He moved on top of her, gently suckling first her erect nipples. He then descended down her sweet tummy and navel. Then he arrived between her legs. He adored the intimate odor of his daughter. It was a strong musky smell, ever so sexy! John passionately kissed and licked between her legs and between her lovely ass-cheeks. Never had a father come into contact with such intimacy!
As John moved back on top of her, Melissa took her daddy’s dick with her soft hand and used it like a solid lipstick to caress the swollen labia and clitoris. She was so wet! Her pussy was on fire, for she desired him so much! She wanted to have all her holes penetrated by her loving father; she wanted to receive him, to receive and welcome his manly thrusts. She had never felt so horny in her life.
Daddy complied by thrusting his cock lovingly into her. He did it ever so slowly at first, so as not to hurt he, and then he gently began the in-and-out motion of making love. This was so forbidden, but oh, it felt so good!!! Melissa was finally united to her dad! They were both in pure ecstasy.
As they made love, they looked deep into each other’s eyes. John had never seen his daughter as beautiful as she looked that night. Her eyes were twinkling, and her lovely pale cheeks became rosy as she delicately blushed, both out of shyness and out of the immense pleasure. He kissed her lovingly on her forehead and sweetly caressed her face as he fucked his lovely princess.
At one point, Melissa had tears in her eyes; the emotions were too strong: it was all so beautiful! Daddy was loving her as she had most wanted for years. “I missed you, Daddy! I missed you so much!!” she cried. The pleasure of having such a hard, thick cock inside her soft, inflamed uterus was too much. She thought herself unworthy of such joy and happiness.
As she said this, John came so hard, as he had never cum before! Melissa’s body also shook full of pleasure, rocked by waves of lovely orgasms. She felt so satisfied, she felt so loved! And then they just lay together, embracing each other, feeling their sweaty, slick skin rub against one another. All the while, John took care not to squash her with his own weight, and as the natural odors of their bodies were pleasantly noticeable, they kissed each other ever so passionately. John, too, felt sexually satisfied. He had just licked and kissed the most intimate parts of his daughter’s body, including her pussy and lovely anus. He had worshiped those intimate places with his lips and tongue. And he was happy to have done that, because to him, they were all expressions of his great love, and were actually done with great care and loving feeling. Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a little sleepy. At one point, John seemed to have dozed off a little...
Some time passed after that. And he didn’t remember what happened next, except when Susan, his wife, gently woke him up with a warm and tender hug. He found himself still lying on the sofa by the fireplace with his half-empty glass of bourbon. His wife embraced and caressed the body of her gorgeous husband until she felt the damp pajama between his legs; it was drenched in sperm, and his penis, which she felt with the palm of her hand, was still half swollen, a telltale sign of a recent erection. It seemed that he had just had a wet dream. She softly said, “You’ve been dreaming of Melissa again”, and gave him another soft kiss and warm embrace. In between the sighs, she softly whispered, “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine…”
That night, after changing his cum drenched pajamas, John went to bed. And although he dearly missed his daughter, he knew that she was better off being with her boyfriend. It was the healthiest thing for her, and he dearly wanted what was best for her. John knew that part of being a dad meant sacrificing one’s own happiness and sublimating one’s own feelings for the greater happiness of his daughter. So he accepted the painful break-up willingly. It was a bit of contradictory feelings: he dearly wanted Melissa back, but he also preferred for her to be with her boyfriend. Real love, real sex, was better than fantasy love and fantasy sex.
The next day, as if by pure coincidence, Susan and John received a letter from Melissa. Delivered by post, it came from the Bahamas, where she was on vacation with her boyfriend. She told them of her unending happiness and how much she was loving the time they spent there. But she also enclosed a picture of herself on the beach. She was alone, without her boyfriend, and she was wearing a small bikini, which John thought revealed too much of her amazing, sexy figure. Being wet, the bikini stuck to her body, the top revealed the outlines of her lovely, hard, erect nipples, and the bottom clearly showed the slit of her pussy. Behind the photo, Melissa wrote just two phrases: “Daddy, I love you! I miss you so much!” The message was clear, John knew that it was a confirmation: he knew that she was still his... she was still Daddy’s girl...
That night, John made love to his wife with renewed lust and vigor. He seemed over-aroused and overjoyed by his daughter’s confirmation of her love for him. He fucked his dear wife senseless, whilst all the while he was actually thinking about Melissa, her sweet, lovely daughter… and Susan of course, knew that as well; and she happily condescended...
