Consummating With Beckah

Chapter One

I would never admit this to my friends because I don’t think any of them would understand. Oh, they most likely have the same feelings that I do; there have been many times over the past three years when I have seen the look of intense desire and want on their faces when they looked at my daughter. Even at fifteen, Beckah was so beautiful, sexy and desirable that men of any age would stop and stare at her with longing whenever they saw her.

But I doubt they would understand that I, her own father, was attracted sexually to her. I couldn’t help it and I can’t even explain why I wanted her except to say she was just so attractive that it was hard not to want her. I can’t even count the times I have masturbated with the image of her sexy face in my head, imagining her lips wrapped around my cock or her legs spread wide while I fucked her sweet young pussy.

Even when Beckah turned eighteen I didn’t seduce her like I had fantasized over the years. The main reason I hadn’t touched my daughter in the beginning was that she was underage. Even though I was aware that my daughter was sexually active I also knew that a beautiful girl like her would undoubtedly want a young man closer to her own age. And, also, one who wasn’t her father. Just because I lusted for her didn’t mean that she had the same incestuous impulses toward me. And attempting to seduce her would only cause trouble.

Those were the thoughts that ran through my head when I considered seducing Beckah. Still, those thoughts didn’t deter me from fantasizing about fucking her sweet mouth and pussy while I jacked off. Sometimes, while making love to my wife, I would pretend it was my daughter’s cunt impaled on my hard, seven-inch cock. Since Debbie and Beckah look a lot alike it wasn’t difficult to imagine that I was actually fucking my daughter.

One night a few weeks ago while my wife worked her usual late shift, I was sitting in the den watching television when Beckah came through on her way to the kitchen wearing a tee shirt that was too short and revealed much of her soft, flat tummy, and tight shorts. Her long slender legs were bare as well as her perfect feet. I could see the nipples of her small tits pushing against the cotton garment as she walked by my chair. Immediately, my cock began to twitch with desire.

After she returned to her room giving me a good look at her small, well-rounded ass, I hurried to the bathroom and quickly slipped out of my robe. My cock was hard and I groaned softly as I wrapped one hand around the fat shaft. I began to pull on it, slowly and evenly, while I began to imagine Beckah taking it in her mouth, then her sweet pussy.

In my mind’s eye, I could see her soft, heart shaped face as she looked up at me while she sucked my cock. She was kneeling in front of me with her face at cock level, one hand cupping my cum-swollen balls, three fingers of the other wrapped around the shaft while she devoured the bulbous head. She was naked and, though I had not seen her tits, I could imagine them small and firm, with fat, hard nipples.

Three minutes into my fantasy there came a soft tapping at the door. I groaned softly as I continued to slowly stroke my cock. I knew it was Beckah and I stared at the door, half wanting her to open the door and catch me sitting naked on the toilet while I masturbated. It would have embarrassed me but in my present state of mind it would also have been hot. But I just didn’t have the courage to expose myself to my daughter – accidentally or otherwise.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m coming.”

“Please, hurry! I need to pee!”

I hurriedly pulled the robe back on, flushed the toilet and stepped to the door. I looked down and saw that my hard cock was noticeably tenting the front of my robe. I wanted to wait a few minutes until my erection was gone but Beckah was knocking on the door again. Instead I pressed a hand against my hard cock and opened the door wide.

In my daughter’s haste to get into the bathroom we were forced to turn sideways facing each other. The doorway is narrow enough that it was a bit of a squeeze for the two of us at the same time. At the moment that we were face to face I had to move my hand behind me and, to my horror, my hard cock slipped through the robe and pressed against my daughter’s lightly tanned tummy.

She looked down and gasped. All seven-inches were pressed tightly against her tummy in the tight confines and when she finally looked up at me her pretty eyes were wide with shock. And, as I had known, I became immediately embarrassed. But I couldn’t move for a moment; we stood there with my hard meat laying against my daughter’s soft tummy, the bulbous head oozing precum as she stared at it.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed. “I-I’m so s-sorry.”

“It’s ok, daddy,” Beckah murmured softly.

I slipped through the door and hurried to my room. I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, my face still red and burning with embarrassment. I sat there for a long while with my eyes closed as the shame beat relentlessly at me. The shame came not so much from Beckah seeing my hard cock but that there was no denying that I had been in the bathroom jacking off.

Then, suddenly, as that thought came to mind, the embarrassment evaporated only to be replaced with lust again. The idea that my daughter knew that I had been jacking off was a powerful thought that had my cock hard and throbbing again. And she had actually looked at it, as it lay pressed against her tummy. The images flooded my head and before I knew it, I was naked again and stroking my cock

I looked at the door while I jacked off, whishing that Beckah would come in. I wanted her to open the door and see me jacking my cock. In my mind, as I stared at the door, I could see her walk toward me and kneel down between my legs, then take my meat into her warm, wet mouth. I could once again look into her eyes while she made love to my hard, throbbing cock.

All at once, as the passion in me built higher and higher and I became more out of control, I impulsively left the bed and opened the door, It’s crazy what I’ll do when I’m this aroused but I stood in the doorway of my bedroom staring down the hall toward Beckah’s room while I masturbated. I wanted her – no, willed her – to come into the hall and catch me jacking off. The sensations that flooded me was so intense that it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tingle in my cum-filled balls and I knew I didn’t have long before I exploded.

My hand was a blur on my cock and my balls bounced wildly between my spread legs. My breathing was harsh and ragged in my throat, my pulse quick and my whole body a mess of frayed nerves as I wildly jacked my cock. At one point my legs trembled so violently that I had to lean against the door jam.

Suddenly, I stiffened and groaned. With a soft moan, and my teeth clenched, my cock exploded and sent ropes of thick seed onto the hardwood floor of the hall. It seemed to go on forever before the powerful wave of the most intense orgasm of my life finally abated. I had never done anything like this before but standing exposed in the hall where my eighteen-year-old daughter could walk out of her room and catch me was so hot.

Gasping, my legs about to give out on me, I stepped back into my room and closed the door. I nearly fell on the bed. I lay still for a long while as my brain buzzed with what I had just done. And I couldn’t get my daughter out of my mind. Finally, I crawled from the bed, got a cloth from the bathroom and cleaned up my seed from the floor.


Chapter Two


The next day was Saturday and my wife was off work until Monday at four. Normally, I putter around the house on Saturdays; mow the lawn, do minor repair projects and anything that needs to be done, so I can rest on Sunday before starting another workweek. But, since I had the next week off for vacation, I debated, while standing in the shower under a hot spray of water, about putting off chores until Monday.

Debbie normally gets in about twenty minutes after midnight on the nights she works and stays up watching television until three in the morning. So she usually doesn’t wake up until eleven o’clock or so. Beckah is also a late sleeper, which gives me a few hours in the morning to myself before I get busy around the house.

I had just sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the paper when the swinging door opened and Beckah came in, dressed and ready for the day. I looked at my watch and noticed it was a quarter to nine, which was very unusual for my daughter to be awake at that time of day. And, I’ll admit, that I had hoped to delay seeing her for a few hours until I could gather the courage to talk to her about what happened in the bathroom the night before. It probably shouldn’t have been that much of a deal; the fact that she had seen my hard cock and had known that I’d been in the bathroom jacking off was not an earth shattering revelation. But, in my way, I thought I owed her an explanation.

“Hi, daddy!”

“Ah, you’re up early.”

“Yeah, I’m meeting Cindy and Gloria at the mall,” she said as she got a cereal bowl and spoon. “Cindy’s going to the annual Country Club Dance and Gloria and I are going to help her pick out a dress.”

“You’re not going?”

She looked at me from the counter by the refrigerator with a bemused expression on her face. “You know I don’t do bluebloods. I wouldn’t give a nickel for a dozen of those snobby bastards.”

“Ok.”

Debbie hates it when our daughter curses but I learned long ago it’s a lot easier to pick one’s battles when dealing with young people. Beckah doesn’t use bad language that often but it still twists my wife’s panties in a knot when she does. I, on the other hand, just ignore it.

“So, what are your plans for the day?” she asked, placing a bowl of cold cereal on the table and sitting down across from me.

I shrugged. “I’m still debating that. Since I’m on vacation next week I may wait until then to mow the yard.”

“The grass will get higher if you wait,” she grinned.

“Oh, well.”

We sat in companionable silence for several minutes while she ate her breakfast and read the comics. I drank my coffee and read the editorial page, though my mind wasn’t on it. I kept trying to think of how to approach last night, or even if I should. Beckah seemed in good spirits and untroubled by what happened in the bathroom. Then, suddenly, that option was taken out of my hands.

“Can I ask a question?” Beckah said, as she pushed the empty bowl aside.

“Sure.”

“Do you masturbate often, daddy?”

After living with an extrovert for eighteen years, who isn’t shy to speak her mind, I shouldn’t have been surprised by her question. And, her pretty eyes bore into me as she waited for an answer. There was no question in my mind that my daughter’s query was a result of last night. Sitting there watching her for a moment, I couldn’t come up with one reason why I should lie about it or refuse to give her an answer. Besides, Debbie and I have taught Beckah that her opinions are just as important as others.

“Sometimes,” I admitted with a sigh.

“I know that’s what you were doing last night,” she said. Beckah’s expression and voice were frank as she stared at me. “I know you and mom can’t get together because of your schedules.”

“That’s true enough,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“And I’m sorry I interrupted you.” There was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. “You didn’t even get to cum.”

“I…you know, maybe we shouldn’t be talking about, well, this kind of stuff,” I said, feeling the heat of embarrassment warm my face.

“Why not?” She looked at me for a moment, and then burst into laughter. “You’re blushing, daddy!”

“Baby – ”

“Why can’t we talk about sex?” She pushed a strand of loose, dark brown hair from her face. “I mean sex is a normal function that most people love to engage in.”

“Yes, Beckah, I agree with you but I’m also your dad.” It was a weak argument but it was all I had.”

“And just because you’re my dad we can’t talk about sex? I would expect that argument from mom, but not you.”

She had me there. The fact is Debbie is not very adventurous regarding anything sexual and the simple reason is that she has more hang-ups than an eighty-year-old woman. I on the other hand am open minded enough that I can at least consider some sexual situations. In short, I’m probably a little kinky.

“Ok,” I said finally with a grin. “You’re right.”

Beckah grinned mischievously. “So, now that we’ve established that you do like to masturbate, what do you think about? Do you have fantasies that you entertain when you’re jacking your big cock?”

I stared at my daughter for a moment. I was surprised by the candor of her questions. How could I tell my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter that my one and only fantasy involves having sex with her? I could see that going over real well.

“Well…I just think about, you know…”

She grinned. “You think about fucking someone at work?”

“Beckah!” In spite of the shock her question caused, I still chuckled. The sound of my voice, however, betrayed the surprise I felt.

“Oh, c’mon, daddy!” she giggled. “I won’t tell anyone. Who were you imagining when you were stroking your cock last night?”

I didn’t answer. In fact, I averted my eyes for a moment as my brain desperately searched for a way out of this mess. My problem with her question was that I simply could not give an answer because to do so would reveal that I was sexually attracted to her. I have never lied to my daughter before and I didn’t want to start now. I found myself in a Catch 22, not wanting to tell the truth and not being able to lie.

Suddenly, Beckah gasped and I looked up. Her eyes were wide, the expression on her pretty face shocked as I looked at her. A hand covered her mouth as she stared back at me. I hadn’t realized at the time that the look on my face was so transparent but it was more than obvious that my daughter had already solved her own question.

“You were thinking about me,” she said softly.

“Beckah…”

“You were thinking about me while you jacked off.”

There wasn’t a hint of anger in Beckah’s voice, only surprise as she spoke. I was more than simply embarrassed – I was completely humiliated. At that moment, while my face burned a bright scarlet, I wished I had been able to lie to her. But that was something I couldn’t do.

Then she started laughing and that made me a little self-conscious because I didn’t know the reason behind her laughter. For all I knew my daughter was laughing because her dad was a complete idiot. I think she saw in my face the awkward way I felt and she quickly reached out a hand and touched my arm.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she said seriously. “I don’t mean to laugh. I was just taken by surprise.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t know what I was thinking last night when I was, well, masturbating.” Even though I tried valiantly to recover from an awkward situation I’m sure my voice betrayed me. “You just assumed I was thinking of you.”

“Oh, c’mon, daddy,” she said softly. “I could see it in your face.”

I just looked at her, and then I finally shrugged and sighed. “Ok. I was fantasizing about you.”

“Really? But I’m your daughter.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” I said, a clear and distinct tone of remorse in my voice.

“Don’t be sorry, daddy,” she said quickly. “I wasn’t judging you – actually, I’m flattered that you would have sexual fantasies about me.”

“You’re not angry?”

“No!” Then she laughed. “If my own dad is attracted to me, then other guys are, too.”

“Well, I’m not sure if that’s any kind of measuring stick,” I said slowly. “But, trust me, other men are very attracted to you.”

In a way it felt good to confess to Beckah that I was sexually attracted to her, yet I was certain at that moment that it might prove a little awkward for the both of us from then on. For example, every time she was in the same room with me she would know that I was copping looks at her. Every time I went to the bathroom she would most likely wander if I was jacking off and thinking about her. That confession might just change our relationship more than we bargained for.

“So, tell me, daddy,” Beckah said breaking the silence. There was a small smile on her pretty face. “What did you think about before I interrupted you? What was I doing to you?”

I shook my head and grinned. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Oh, very!” she laughed. “Tell me.”

“Well…you know…you were on your knees between my legs sucking my cock.”

“Oh, my. You are a naughty daddy.” Beckah smiled at me and I saw that mischievous look in her pretty eyes again. “Did I do a good job?”

“Yeah. You always do, baby.”

“I guess I interrupted you before you could cum in my mouth.”

I didn’t respond at first. I had never had a conversation like this with my daughter before. And, true to her nature, she was as bold as she had always been with any topic of conversation. Hearing her comment about me cumming in her mouth was new to me and I realized that my cock was hard and throbbing under my robe.

I told her, then, what I had done in my bedroom after the incident in the bathroom. I even told her about opening the door and standing in the hall while I jacked off. Her eyes widened and I saw the tip of her pink tongue slip between her lips for a brief moment.

“Damn! I wish I had come out in the hall!” There was a thin trace of lust in her voice as she said this. Then, quickly, she added, “I mean, I’ve never seen a man masturbate before and that would have been hot!”

“Well…” I sucked in a huge breath before going on. I was about to say something that I knew should probably be left unsaid. There was no way of knowing how she would react and I didn’t want to offend her. “That’s why I was standing in the hallway. I wanted you to see.”

We both sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Beckah sat looking at me with that frank expression I had come to know very well over the years. I was afraid, as I sat there in the heavy silence that I had indeed said too much. Then, she surprised me.

“Will you do it, now, daddy?” she asked in a soft, barely audible voice.

I looked over my shoulder at the kitchen door. “Your mother – ”

“Is asleep.”

Beckah walked around the table and leaned against the wall facing me. I had never been into exposing myself and I was a little ill at ease at first but looking at my daughter’s face, remembering all of the times I had fantasized about her, all of the awkwardness evaporated. I opened the robe and spread it open so she could see my hard cock.

“It’s so nice!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“You really like it?” I asked as I grasped the fat shaft and began to stroke slowly.

“Yesssss!” she hissed excitedly.

I can’t even begin to describe the pleasure that ran through me as I looked at my daughter’s face while she stared at my cock with wide, eager eyes. Her beautiful lips parted slightly and the tip of her pink tongue slipped out. Her breathing I could tell was as erratic as mine. My balls rolled slowly from side to side while I jacked off, pulling on my cock with slow, even strokes that felt so good.

“Take your robe off, daddy,” Beckah said in a husky voice. “I want to see you naked.”

I complied and saw the look of approval on her face, as she looked at me naked.

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen you naked,” she said softly. “You are a hunk.”

“Thank you, baby. You like looking at daddy’s cock?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s so big and gorgeous!”

“I can’t believe I’m sitting here naked for my little girl and jacking off.”

“Oh, I can’t, either!”

I spread my legs and arched my back a little, pushing my cock forward a bit. Beckah’s eyes were glued to my meat, watching me with an intense eagerness as I masturbated. I had never done anything so hot in my life like this and I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to sit in that chair all day and let my sexy little girl watch me beat off.

“Oh, yeah! Jack it, daddy! Jack your big daddy-dick!”

“You like that?”

“I love it!” she exclaimed with desire. “This is so fucking hot!”

She slid down the wall onto her knees and crawled to where I sat. Her eyes glimmered with desire as she watched my hand pump my cock. Just looking at her was exciting me so much that I felt my orgasm begin to grow. I don’t know why I did it but suddenly I reached a hand behind her head and gave a gentle tug.

“Come closer, baby.” My voice was choked with the heat of my lust.

Beckah cut her eyes up to me briefly, and then crawled closer. Now her face was no more than a few inches from my cock and I could tell, by looking at her face, that she understood what I wanted. At least I thought I understood. I had intended to cum in my daughter’s mouth, something that excited me when I first thought about it. But she obviously had other ideas.

Without warning, my daughter suddenly grasped my cock and took it into her mouth. Stunned, yet very pleased, I watched Beckah’s head bob up and down as she sucked me furiously. I groaned loudly. I stood up, took her head in my hands and began to drive my cock in and out of her open, eager mouth. Beckah’s eyes were on mine while I fucked her mouth.

“That’s it! Take my cock!”

“MMMMM!”

“You like that, don’t you?”

She nodded as I continued to fuck her mouth. I was on fire. I was doing something I never would have dreamed possible and I simply lost control. With her head tilted back and my cock thrusting into her mouth, my cum-swollen balls slapped her soft chin. I felt my seed began to rise up my shaft and I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out. My cock exploded into her mouth and filled her with hot ropes of thick, white seed. With sex-glazed eyes I watched my beautiful teenage daughter gulp down my seed and swallow every drop.

I finally pulled my cock from Beckah’s mouth and fell back into the chair, gasping. My little girl looked at me with a grin on her lovely face. She slipped between my spread thighs and began to clean my cock with her tongue, scooping up the last drops of seed from the sensitive, bulbous head.

“I can’t believe I just swallowed my daddy’s cum!” she said as she squeezed my cock.

I groaned softly. “I can’t believe it, either.”

“It was so good and felt like liquid satin going down my throat.”

“Seeing you with my cock in your mouth, your beautiful lips stretched around the shaft, was so hot.”

“And I like it,” she grinned. “I have to go, daddy, before I’m late. Put on your robe before mom walks in and sees you naked.”

“Yeah, I guess I should,” I sighed. “She would have a fit, wouldn’t she?”

Beckah grinned, then bent over and touched her lips to mine. I was surprised when her lips parted immediately for my tongue. I had never thought, in my wildest dreams that I would kiss my daughter this way and we clung to each other for a moment. Then she was through the door and gone. I sat still for a moment, my brain still buzzing with the incredulous morning before I finally pulled my robe on and left the kitchen.


Chapter Three


I spent the rest of the day puttering around. I did mow the lawn after all; the sudden, surprising episode in the kitchen had my head reeling and I couldn’t stop thinking about Beckah and her sexy lips wrapped around my cock. She came back home after spending two hours with her friends at the mall, but by that time Debbie was awake. There was no opportunity for a repeat.

Still, there was that bit of secret knowledge between us every time we saw each other that afternoon. Beckah would smile at me and I knew what was behind it. Once, while I was in the kitchen making a sandwich and Debbie was at the sink washing dishes, Beckah slipped up behind me, reached a hand around my waist and pressed it to my cock. I almost gasped out loud. When she walked away toward the refrigerator, she cast a quick glance over her shoulder and grinned at me. I think she enjoyed torturing me.

Late that night around twelve o’clock midnight, I was watching television with Debbie. She had been curled up on the loveseat – how she does that is a mystery to me; my back would be killing me after thirty minutes – when I looked over and saw she had fallen asleep. I finished the movie and at one, as I was about to shut the television off, Beckah walked into the den and sat on the sofa beside me. My pulse quickened noticeably.

I was again wearing my robe, though I had boxers on under it. Debbie has a fit when I wear my robe with nothing on under it. Beckah, on the other hand, has never paid attention to her mother regarding clothing, or the lack of it. And, as usual, she was dressed in a long tee shirt she wears as a nightshirt. Even with the lights down low I could see her dark nipples pressed against the front of the shirt.

“Mom asleep?” she whispered.

I nodded. In a low voice I said, “She’s been asleep for an hour.”

“Thanks for this morning.”

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yeah! I loved it!”

Beckah snuggled in close to me and I wrapped an arm around her. Casting a quick glance at Debbie, who was still curled up and facing away from us, I took Beckah’s chin in one hand and turned her head toward me. Her soft lips parted instantly and eagerly accepted my tongue in her mouth. It was erotic, mostly because it was my teenage daughter, and my cock was hard in no time as I sat kissing my little girl’s mouth.

“I’m not wearing panties, daddy,” she said in a low, husky whisper.

It was an invitation and I glanced at my wife wandering if I should take the chance. If she suddenly woke up and rolled over there would be hell to pay. But I wanted to touch Beckah’s pussy and feel her wet, slippery juices on my fingers. I wanted to push a finger deep inside of her and finger-fuck her little cunny. I wanted to rub her little bud until she trembled with desire and came hard for me. My breathing was so harsh and ragged in my throat as I sat there contemplating what I should do.

Thankfully, Beckah relived me of that duty. I felt her slip her right hand inside my robe, then into my boxers. She brought my hard cock out and began caressing – not stroking, but lightly caressing the shaft and head with her delightful, soft fingers. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes for a brief moment. My little girl’s hand felt so nice on my hard cock, touching it so lightly that it felt like her fingers were dancing on the shaft.

I slipped a hand under her shirt and slid it slowly up along a smooth thigh until I felt the soft mound of her pussy. She gasped softly when I lightly caressed her wet lips with my fingers, and then began to rub her clit. Beckah’s hips moved slowly as she fucked my fingers. I could hear her breathing, which was becoming as uneven as mine. Her hand that had caressed my cock now gripped it hard and she began to slowly jack me off in rhythm to the movement of her hips.

“This is so fucking good!” she hissed softly.

“Yeah, baby. I love the way you do daddy’s cock.”

“MMMMM! I love my daddy’s cock!”

“And I love touching my little girl’s pussy.”

“You know what excited me when you came in my mouth this morning?” I shook my head. “It was my daddy’s love seed, the seed he shot in mommy’s cunt to make me. And I love the taste of the seed that helped make me!”

Hearing my daughter talk to me this way only fueled the fire in my loins. I rubbed her clit furiously while her hips began to buck and thrash on the sofa beside me. Her hand on my cock was still pumping me but it had slowed some. Watching her I knew my daughter was close to cumming. She turned to me and mashed her lips to mine and kissed me with an animal intensity that just made me hotter.

Suddenly, she closed her thighs together, squeezing my hand between them as she began to orgasm. I could tell by her jaw that her teeth were clenched tightly to keep from making any sound. I looked over at my wife who was still sleeping soundly. Beckah’s hand on my cock had stopped moving but she gripped me tightly, squeezing me hard.

“Oh, fuck!” she breathed in a barely audible voice. “I have never cum like that!”

“I could tell you were having fun,” I chuckled softly.

“Yeah, well, you made it happen, daddy.”

She kissed me again, this time slower and less intensely, yet with as much passion. It felt indescribably good to have my little girl’s tongue in my mouth while I sucked on it. Her hand started stroking me again, pumping my cock slowly while we kissed. After a few minutes I began tracing her lips with my fingers again and was rewarded with a soft groan in my mouth.

“I want to make you cum, daddy,” she breathed into my mouth.

“I want that, too, baby. I want to shoot my seed all over you.”

She closed her eyes. “I like the way your fingers make me feel. Stick one in me, daddy. Finger-fuck me.”

I pushed a middle finger into Beckah’s steamy hot cunt and heard her gasp. Slowly she rode my finger while she pumped my meat. She arched her back a little and tilted her head back as she enjoyed the sensations my finger caused her dripping wet pussy. When I slipped a second finger into her pussy she began pumping my cock with a hard, relentless passion that pushed me closer to an orgasm. Then I slipped a third finger into her cunt and Beckah lifted her tight, well-rounded ass off the sofa.

“Oh, fuck, that feels so good!” she hissed.

“You have such a nice, tight little cunt, baby,” I murmured.

“You’re gonna make me cum again if you keep this up, daddy!”

“I want you to cum, baby.”

“Oh, yeah! I want you to cum, too!”

I began fucking her cunt with three fingers, shoving them in hard and pulling out as she jacked my cock furiously. Beckah slipped her other hand under the tee shirt and began rubbing her clit while small, barely audible whimpers came through clenched teeth. I felt her begin to shudder again, her whole body trembling mightily as she slipped into the second orgasm within fifteen minutes.

Just as I felt my own orgasm approaching quickly, I pulled my fingers from my little girl’s cunt, took hold of my cock and hurriedly rolled to my left. I began to jack my cock as hard, if not harder, than my daughter had while she raised the bottom of the tee shirt up over her waist. I saw her cunt for the first time: a puffy mound, smooth-shaven, with pink lips that glistened wetly with her juices and cum.

“That’s it, daddy!” she hissed in a hushed voice. “Cum on my cunt!”

“Yesssss, baby!”

I stiffened and nearly bit my tongue to keep from crying out as my cock exploded and began hosing down Beckah’s cunny with thick, hot ropes of seed. Her eyes were glazed with the deep burning of her lust as she watched my cock spray cum on her pussy. She rubbed my seed into her lips with her fingers with a frantic passion that was erotic to watch.

Finally, I collapsed back onto the sofa and Beckah immediately rolled into my arms. I cast a quick glance at my wife, the first time I had done so in several minutes, but she still lay curled on the sofa asleep. I couldn’t believe as I sat beside my sexy daughter gasping for breath that we had actually masturbated one another while Debbie slept in the same room.

“I have to go to bed,” she yawned suddenly. “You made me cum twice, daddy.”

“I’m glad I could do it, sweetheart.”

“I wish I could sleep with you tonight.” She stretched her long legs and yawned a second time. “I’d love to wake up in your arms.”

“I’d like that, too, baby.”

I watched my sexy daughter walk out of the room, her slender body so exciting to look at. I sat on the sofa for several minutes, then turned off the television and woke Debbie up. After a quick shower, I lay in bed for a while reliving the breathtaking sensations of Beckah’s hand on my cock, the feel of her cunt and the look in her eyes as she watched me cum on her puffy mound and pink lips, and it was after three before I finally fell asleep.


Chapter Four


Debbie woke me up around nine the next morning. I was surprised to find that she had actually beaten me awake for a change. Generally, I’m up by eight – at least three hours before she rolls out of bed - and finished with my shower and breakfast by nine. This morning, as I walked through the den to the kitchen, I could smell breakfast and coffee and I quickened my pace.

I was also surprised to see that my daughter was awake as well when I walked into the kitchen. Debbie was at the counter beside the stove, spatula in hand and staring into an electric skillet. On the counter beside the skillet was a large plate heaped with pancakes that started my stomach growling. Beckah was poring orange juice into glasses and a coffee carafe stood on the table near where I usually sit.

“Good morning, Stephen,” Debbie said when she turned and saw me standing in the door. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “I’m just stunned to see all of us in the kitchen this early at the same time.”

“Well, I dozed off watching that movie last night, so I got up earlier than usual.” Debbie used the spatula and removed half a dozen hotcakes from the griddle then brought the plate to the table. “Sit down, Stephen. Come along, Beckah, dear.”

Beckah placed a glass of orange juice on the table in front of our plates and we all sat down to eat. Conversation was a little one-sided as Debbie chattered about work and her coworkers. Of course that was mostly because it was too early in the day to elicit any sort of conversation from me. Another hour and a couple of cups of coffee and I’d be ready to talk nonstop.

“What are your plans today, Stephen?”

I looked at Debbie and shrugged. “Clean up my workbench in the garage, I guess.”

“And you, Beckah?”

“Hell if I know. It’s the weekend, mother.”

“I wish you would restrain from using curse words, especially at the table, dear,” my wife said in what I have taken to calling her “Rockefeller” voice.

“Sure, mother,” Beckah said as she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I think I’ll work in my garden today,” Debbie announced after a short pause. “I’ve neglected my poor flowers for too long.”

I finished breakfast not long after that announcement, carried my plate to the sink and grabbed a fresh cup of coffee. It’s a little difficult to explain the layout of our two-car garage but I have a little niche in one corner where I tinker in my spare time, repairing anything that looks like a worthwhile challenge. Most of the challenges that come my way, however, end up being more than I can handle and I simply dump whatever it is in the garbage once I finally admit defeat. For the most part, my little work area is a place to get away from everything.

I had been sitting at my workbench for about thirty minutes when I heard the door open. From my area I couldn’t see the door and it was a few minutes before Beckah rounded the corner around a stack of boxes filled with Christmas ornaments. She had a broad grin on her pretty face when she stepped into my area.

“You busy?” she asked.

“Not particularly,” I replied with a grin on my face. Since the recent events between us I was admittedly glad to see her. Our father/daughter relationship had changed to a new and interesting level that I liked. I was suddenly like a kid with a new girlfriend. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing. Just thought I’d come out to see what you’re up to.”

“I see.”

“And mom is in the garden,” she said with a wicked smile.

“Meaning?”

Beckah looked at me with her usual bold expression. “I want to suck your cock.”

Her request didn’t surprise me but the content of it was so new to me that I stared at her for a moment. A week ago Beckah would have come to the garage for money or some favor, but now she – my sweet, sexy daughter – was standing before me telling me she wanted to suck my cock. I can’t even describe the electric jolt of lust that went through me at that moment.

“Are you going to swallow?” I asked with a grin.

“Of course,” she grinned back at me as she walked to where I sat and dropped to her knees. “Your daddy seed is too scrumptious not to swallow.”

“Oh, baby….”

I was semi-hard by the time I got my pants and boxers down around my ankles. Beckah looked at my cock with a gleam of unbridled lust in her pretty eyes, then wrapped her soft, pink fingers around the shaft. I groaned loudly. Looking down at my little girl as she knelt between my legs was such a turn on, mostly because of the fact that what we were doing was so wrong. Still, it felt wonderful and I wasn’t about to stop her.

“What about your mother?” I asked.

“She’s in the garden, daddy, and she won’t come out for hours.”

“Then suck daddy’s cock, baby girl.”

“Oh, yeah!”

Beckah began teasing me with her tongue, licking slowly up and down the shaft of my cock with her tongue while her fingers danced lightly on the sensitive skin between my balls and asshole. My pulse raced as she loved my cock and balls. Small delightful shudders of delight rippled through my groin as my sexy little girl teased me. My fingers combed through her soft brown hair as she raised her eyes to mine. Looking into Beckah’s eyes while she knelt between my legs, her tongue lapping my hard cock, was hot!

Then slowly, as I sat watching, she took the bulbous head inside her mouth. Her eyes were still on me and I could see a hint of mischievousness in them. She took me all the way back to her throat – slowly – then pulled back just as gradually. With my cock held down by two of her fingers so she could continue to hold my gaze, Beckah kept taking me in and out of her mouth in that same slow way that sent tremors of desire throughout me.

“Don’t move, daddy,” she warned quickly when I started to rock my hips. I was so hot that I wanted badly to fuck my little girl’s mouth.

“Oh, baby – ”

“Don’t move.”

I tilted my head back as she went back to servicing my hard meat. She teased and sucked and licked it in such a way that I was quickly going mad with desire. The way Beckah took me slowly into her mouth and all the way back to her throat, then out was something I had never experienced before. I realized quickly that I wouldn’t last much longer with the way she made love to my cock with her mouth. Suddenly, without warning, she pulled my cock from her mouth and pinched the base between two fingers.

“Don’t cum.”

“Oh, shit!” I groaned loudly. It seemed that every muscle in my body went taught as a tightrope as I tried valiantly not to climax. Sweat popped out on my forehead and my legs trembled as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t want you to cum yet, daddy,” she grinned.

When she was certain that my orgasm was no more Beckah began slowly caressing the sensitive underside of my shaft with long, red nails. It felt breathtaking; raking those beautiful nails slowly up and down my shaft was driving me crazy. When she traced one nail across the head I nearly screamed.

“Such a nice daddy-cock,” she purred. “I love my daddy’s cock!”

“Oh, baby, you’re killing me!”

Beckah grinned. “You like what I’m doing, daddy?”

“I love it!” I hissed through clenched teeth.

My sexy daughter spent the next twenty minutes taking me almost to orgasm with her mouth and fingers before stopping and ordering me not to cum. She was fantastic! How she could detect an oncoming orgasm was beyond me but it was evidence of her skill as a cocksucker. In total Beckah let me get within a few seconds of climax three times before she stopped it.

But I obeyed her; mostly because it felt so damn good to go that far and stop on the brink of spilling my seed, then start the process over again. And she coaxed each potential orgasm slowly teasing me with her tongue and lips and mouth, her eyes on my face nearly the entire time. She knew what she was doing and she was damned good at it! Yet, by the time I was ready to come for the forth time, I could take no more. No matter how good it felt I had to have release.

“I have to cum, Beckah!” my voice sounded strangled in my throat as I looked down at her with her lips wrapped around my shaft.

She pulled her mouth from my cock. “You really want to cum, daddy?”

“Yesssss!”

“Beg me, daddy,” she grinned as she lightly raked a thumbnail across my head.

“Please…oh, please, baby girl!” I whimpered. “Make me cum!”

With a smile, Beckah slipped the head of my cock back into her mouth and sucked it furiously while her right hand pumped the shaft. It didn’t take more than two minutes and I felt my cock stiffen as ropes of seed began filling my little girl’s mouth. The groan that came from my mouth sounded agonized and I had to grit my teeth together tightly to keep from screaming with desire. When she milked the last drop from my balls, Beckah pulled my cock from her mouth and opened wide. I could see thick white man-cream puddled on her pink tongue. Then she closed her mouth and I watched as she swallowed every drop.

“Was that good?” she asked with a light chuckle. She stood, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips.

“That was fabulous!”

“I’m glad you liked it, daddy.”

“Give me a second to get my breath and I’ll be only too happy to return the favor.”

“Can’t. Have to meet Cindy at her house and I’m running late.”

“I wish I could eat your pussy,” I groaned. “It’s the least I can do for such a wonderful little cock sucker.”

“I love being your little cock sucker, daddy,” she grinned. “But there will be other times.”

She gave me a quick kiss, then hurried out of the garage. I sat there for a long while with my pants and boxers still down around my ankles, and the image of her pretty lips around my cock still in my head when I finally walked back into the house. Even later that night as I lay in bed I couldn’t get Beckah’s sexy lips out of my mind’s eye and it was a long time before I finally fell asleep.


Chapter Five


Monday dragged on and on and on and I was certain that the clock over the mantle, as well as the watch around my left wrist, were conspiring to drive me mad. I kept checking the time throughout the day. The hands on my watch and the clock in the den continued to lag and move agonizingly slow until, suddenly, it was three o’clock in the afternoon and time for my wife to go to work.

Thus far, Beckah and I had masturbated each other, she had given me the most breathtaking blowjob I had ever had and I had even cum on her pussy Saturday night when we masturbated. The first incident when I jacked off while she watched, I ended that session with fucking her sweet mouth. And, still, we had not done what I really wanted to do. I had not pushed my cock into my little girl’s pussy and fucked her. We had not consummated our new relationship.

I needed desperately to be between her long, slender legs and feel her warm, wet pussy impaled on my hard cock. It was obvious that Beckah and I had become lovers; consummating this new relationship was something I desperately needed to do. I wanted the ultimate with Beckah: to look deep into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s eyes while I pushed my cock deep inside her hot little-girl pussy.

Twenty minutes after Debbie left I went to the master bedroom and undressed. I reached for my robe that hangs on the inside of the closet door, then stopped. An exciting, almost breathtaking thought came to mind as I stood at the closet door, and I turned slowly so I could face the floor-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Suddenly, my pulse quickened and I felt my legs tremble slightly as I stared at my reflection. My seven-inch cock, which has a nice curve in it, was hard and standing out from between my legs. I knew then that I wanted to walk into my daughter’s room completely naked. For some reason it gave me such an erotic thrill that I could hardly stand.

I walked down the hall to Beckah’s bedroom and stood at the closed door for a moment with one hand on the doorknob. I was so keyed up that I had to suck in several deep breaths to calm myself. I had never done anything so bold in my life, especially to my young teenage daughter. I looked down at my cock, at the bulbous head that shimmered with pre cum and the hard, curved shaft, and sucked in a final breath of air into my lungs.

Beckah was sitting on her bed leafing through a magazine when I stepped into her room. She looked up and did a double take when she saw that I was naked. A broad grin widened her beautiful lips immediately and she tossed the magazine onto the nearest nightstand. She was dressed in a tee shirt and panties, nothing else, which led me to believe (at least hope) that she had been expecting me.

“Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?” she asked in a sweet, little-girl voice that she knew would excite me even more. She spread her legs and lifted the tee shirt exposing her green panty thong. “You gonna stick that big daddy-cock in my little pussy?”

“Yesssss!” I hissed. “I want to fuck your little cunt so bad!”

Beckah licked her lips and dropped her eyes to my cock. “I want it bad, daddy!”

Before I could move closer to her bed, my daughter quickly pulled the tee shirt up and over her head. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and pushed it down to her ankles, then off her pretty feet. She looked up at me, the playful expression suddenly replaced with one of uncontrolled lust and desire. She scooted back on the bed and lay down, spreading her long legs wide and exposing her wet cunny to me.

I didn’t move toward my daughter for a long moment. I stood about a yard from the foot of her bed staring down at her, drinking in the loveliest body I had seen in a long time. Her small tits appeared even smaller as she lay on her back staring up at me; her pussy was smooth shaved without blemish; her skin, lightly tanned, was flawless and soft and young. When I did move to her bed I was afraid my legs would buckle because of the sheer unrestrained desire that coursed through me.

I licked her thighs, kissed and caressed them while my eyes locked onto her pussy. She was wet and I stared at my daughter’s meaty cunt, spread and exposed for her daddy. Tiny whimpering sounds came from her mouth, as I slowly tasted her soft skin. I looked over her puffy pussy mound and into her lovely eyes, saw the blistering look of lust as she watched me intently.

“Oh, daddyyyyy…” she groaned softly when I began to lick the soft skin of her cunt mound.

“I can smell your delightful little pussy, baby,” I said with a husky voice.

“Does it smell good to you, daddy?” Beckah’s voice was soft and tiny, filled with desire. “Do you like smelling my cunny?”

“Oh, yes, baby! I love it!”

Beckah hissed her excitement when I began licking her cunt lips, pushing my tongue between them and flicking her clit with the tip. Her hands grasped her small tits and fondled them while she watched me devour her steamy little cunt. I could feel the soft, pink soles of her sexy feet lightly caressing my back. Tiny mewling sounds came from her mouth while I loved her slick wet pussy.

My daughter became more aroused as I continued to devour her cunny. As her excitement mounted and became stronger she began to rub her cunt on my face, humping me with a white-hot passion. Her fingers tightened around my hair as she held me tightly between her spread legs. I was seeing a new side to my sexy young daughter that I had never witnessed before and it was a delightfully nasty side that I liked.

“Eat my cunt, daddy!” she hissed through clenched teeth. “That’s it! Lick my cunt meat! Oh, fuck, that’s good!”

I bit her clit lightly.

“FUCK! OH, FUCK!” she screamed

I sucked her sex-enlarged clit between my lips.

“DADDYYYYY…”

I began to eat my little girl’s womanhood with a fierce enthusiasm while she rocked her hips and humped my hungry mouth. I could see her tight, puckered asshole, glistening wetly with her juices that had puddle around it. I touched one finger to her asshole and pushed. Beckah screamed and tensed her slender body. Her eyes were wide and wild as she stared at me. I began to pump her tight asshole with my finger while I continued ravishing her pussy. When I pushed a second finger, then a third into her ass, my daughter’s personality changed.

“You bastard!” she hissed. “Finger-fuck your daughter’s nasty asshole! You like that, don’t you? You want to put your cock in your daughter’s cunt and fill her with your hot daddy seed!”

The sudden vicious change in Beckah might have turned some men off but it only fueled the fires of my lust that were already burning out of control. I knew that she had passed the point of restraint and her own desire to cum was in control now. I pumped her asshole hard and fast while I ate her cunt, listening to the loud, harsh moans that came from her mouth.

“I bet you’d like to shove your dick in my tight asshole, wouldn’t you? You’d love to split my nasty hole apart with your big cock, wouldn’t you? You fucking bastard! Make me cum!”

Beckah was close to a mind-blowing orgasm. My tongue on her clit and three of my fingers expanding her tight ass bud was driving her wild with passion. Her eyes were wide and staring, her fingers in my hair twisting and pulling as she grew near to cumming. Suddenly, she began to jerk and writhe, her cunt thrusting madly against my face.

“Fuck! Daddyyyyy…I’m gonna cum!”

Just as she was on the brink, just a second or so from cumming, I shoved my fingers back into her ass one last time. The movement was hard and fast and Beckah screamed loud and long. I stayed between her legs, licking and kissing her thighs and the smooth puffy mound of her pussy. I listened to her screams of passion as she rode the crest of her orgasm. Finally, gasping and out of breath, my little girl became still as her climax abated. I slowly pulled my fingers from her ass and slid up the bed beside her.

“Oh, daddy…” she gasped.

“You ok, baby?” I smiled at her.

She grinned back. “That was awesome!”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

I wiped the sweat from her forehead, then pulled her close and kissed her. Beckah parted her lips immediately and eagerly took my tongue deep in her mouth. We kissed with a quiet sort of passion that lasted for several minutes. When our lips finally parted, she smiled and reached between my legs.

“When do I get this in my cunt?” she asked as she lightly squeezed my cock.

“Right now, baby,” I growled.

“Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck, I want to cum again!”

“I can’t believe I’m about to fuck my little girl’s cunt!”

“Me, either,” she grinned as she took my cock in one hand and guided it to her wet fuck hole. “Push, daddy!”

We both gasped when I pushed and sank the head of my cock deep into her pussy. Beckah’s long legs went around my waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers. We kissed again, this time with more passion, more intensity. I began rocking my hips, pushing deep into her with long, slow thrusts as she fucked me back.

“Your cock feels so fucking good!”

I groaned softly. “You have no idea how good your pussy feels to me.”

“You know, you have to pull your cock out of me before you cum,” she grinned at me. “I’m not on birth control and your incestuous daddy seed might make me pregnant.”

“We wouldn’t want to do that, would we?”

“I don’t know,” she said, suddenly serious. “Would we?”

Beckah’s question took me by surprise. More than that, her tone of voice and the expression on her face left me speechless as I looked into her eyes. Was she asking if I wanted to impregnate her? Surely not. My daughter might be bolder than most, a little rough around the edges at times and maybe a little impetuous but surely she didn’t want me to make her pregnant.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” I said after a pause. I realized as soon as the words left my mouth that it was a lame answer.

“It’s simple, daddy. If you cum in me you’ll make a baby in your little girl.” Her voice was soft as she looked into my eyes. “Do you want to make me a mommy?”

“I…I don’t know, baby.”

“Then just fuck me for right now, daddy. Fuck me with your big cock and you can make that decision when you’re ready to cum.”

Beckah mashed her lips to mine and kissed me with an animal intensity that I had never experienced before. She raked her long nails up and down my back, sending shivers of delight deep into me as she fucked my cock. We kissed long and hard, our passions melting together as I reveled in the way her slippery wet pussy felt each time I thrust my cock into her pussy and pulled it back out.

Beckah licked my lips, kissed my eyes and sucked my tongue with a greedy eagerness. I could feel her excitement, the tremendous arousal that drove her to a wild frenzy as we made love. She nibbled on my lips and both ear lobes; kissed my neck and groaned softly each time I thrust deep inside of her. My daughter, so young and beautiful, had proven to be a very sensuous lover who was quickly driving me wild with desire.

While we made the most gratifying love that I had ever experienced I kept thinking about her question. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. The thought – and I can’t define the reason – of making her pregnant, seeing her tummy big with my baby growing inside of her, was for some reason the most desirable and erotic thought I had ever entertained. All of a sudden, it was the only thing I could think about. Making my daughter pregnant, even though I knew that it was even more wrong than what I was doing, was becoming, by far, the most powerful driving force behind my desires at that moment.

I quickened my thrusts, rocking my hips harder and faster. My breathing became shallower and my heart beat faster in my chest as I started pounding Beckah’s eighteen-year-old pussy. Her legs tightened around me and she dug the heels of her pretty feet into the soft skin of my ass cheeks. My sweet little girl met every one of my thrusts, rocking her narrow hips in perfect rhythm with me.

“Beckah, oh baby, will you…is it alright if I cum in you?” I gasped in a voice that was harsh and course with lust.

“Do you want to, daddy?”

“Yes, baby!”

“Then I want you to cum in me!” She pushed her hands down my back and dug her long nails into the flesh of my ass cheeks. “Make me pregnant with your incestuous baby seed!”

“Yes! Oh, fuck! I want to make my little girl pregnant!”

We were kissing again as both of us lost complete control. Our bodies moved together in quick, jerky lunges as we headed toward the storm of our orgasms. Beckah screamed suddenly and I knew that she had fallen into the abyss of her orgasm. Her cunt shuddered and gripped my cock as I continued to pound her quivering fuck hole. I grew ever close until, all at once, my own orgasm overtook me as my whole body tensed and my cock exploded.

Ropes of baby seed spilled into Beckah’s unprotected pussy, splashing the walls of her pussy as I cried out with passion. The release of my desires and the fulfillment of all of my fantasies of Beckah came together in that one single moment as I stared deeply into my daughter’s eyes. Our bodies trembled intensely as we continued to lie together after our orgasms finally abated and released us from their powerful grip. Consummating my relationship with Beckah was the most overwhelming act I had ever experienced, and it was an event I would never forget.

It’s been nearly a year and we still make love several times each week, although she is now on birth control. Beckah didn’t get pregnant that first time and we have both agreed since that it’s not the right time. She still has four years of college and a little more growing to do but we still talk about it. And, curiously, my daughter still wants to have my baby. We’ll see…there’s plenty of time to make that decision.

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