Ruby nestled on her father’s lap, her head resting on his shoulder as silent sobs wracked her body. At twenty years old, she had just been dumped by her latest boyfriend. George felt helpless. He wanted to comfort his daughter, but all he could really do was hold her close, hoping his presence would be enough to see her through the pain. As his hands gently rubbed her back, he felt the tremors of her grief mirroring the sounds he heard. He loved his daughter fiercely, yet he was completely at a loss, unable to grasp the depth of her heartache.
George’s fingers threaded through his daughter’s long blonde hair, a futile attempt to offer comfort. Her hair felt so soft and luxurious. He scolded himself for the thought—this was his daughter, after all. Yet, against his better judgment, his hands kept returning to run through her strands.
Ruby, feeling his touch, smiled. She loved her long hair—the silky feel, the way it shimmered in the light. Even though it was her dad’s hands playing with it, she was happy he appreciated it, too. Her tears subsided, replaced by a warm feeling of being close to him.
She focused on the sensations: the pleasure of his touch, the steady beat of his heart against her ear, the loving way his hands moved up and down her back. When his fingers once again found her hair, a thought formed in her mind: “Could you scratch my back, dad?”
“Sure, honey, if that’s what you want,” he replied.
Ruby froze. Had she spoken aloud? The realization hit her as her dad’s hands shifted, his fingers becoming “claws” that pressed harder against her back. The new pressure was exactly what she needed, coaxing the stiffness from her muscles. She let out a soft sigh and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, dad. That feels wonderful.”
She lay like that for a few minutes then whispered, “Go under the shirt.” She was surprised that she liked the idea of her dad touching her skin she had always been uncomfortable with it for some reason. She felt his hands start to pull at her shirt; she knew he was hesitant so she just waited to see what he did.
Ruby felt her shirt slowly being pulled out of her jeans. His hands would make slow passes over the base of her spine and gently come back up until his fingers ran into her shirt. Every time his hands were at the bottom, she would feel him tugging her shirt to make it come up farther. She leaned back some to make it easier for him and was rewarded by his fingers scratching her stomach as well. It felt electrifying.
Ruby was no stranger to sex, at 14 she’d already had the body of an adult woman. With a sexy body and pretty face it didn’t take her long to realize that she could have as many boys as she wanted. She had fucked quite a few before she realized she wanted more. She wanted someone to touch her heart not just her body. So she had basically stopped having sex until she could find that someone. It had led to quite a few boyfriends that had only wanted sex and broke up with her when they discovered they weren’t going to get it. The latest one had been today.
Her dad was trying to be as gentle as he could and still scratch. She realized that her shirt was now at the middle of her back and wondered how far he intended to go? She wondered how far she wanted him to go? Her mind was confused. On one hand, this was her father for Pete sake! She shouldn’t want him to do anything. On the other hand he alone wanted to reach her heart and had never asked for more. It was a love she could always count on.
She had always been closest to her father. As a girl, she would run to him during thunderstorms, and he would hold her, his arms a comforting sanctuary. Now, as a woman, he was still her first call in an emergency. She knew without a doubt that he would always come for her, no matter what.
A part of her knew this was wrong, deeply and fundamentally wrong. So why did another part of her hope he wouldn’t stop? Perhaps her worry was premature. Her father seemed to realize that if his hand went any higher, her shirt would no longer cover her unbraided breasts. His fingers traced small, pale lines on her tan skin. As his hands moved to the front of her body, Ruby leaned forward slightly, allowing the back of his hand to brush against her covered nipples. An electric jolt shot through her.
George reveled in the feel of her smooth skin, though the sensations her body created in his were unsettling. He had raised her shirt as high as he dared; any further, and he would no longer be a father comforting his daughter, but a man desiring a woman. He knew he should stop. Her body’s warmth was making him intensely uncomfortable.
Damn it, he had accidentally brushed her nipple. He froze, bracing himself for her to pull away and scold him. He loved her, but not in this way—his mind screamed at him to stop. Yet, she didn’t move. His hands moved around her back, raising her shirt and freeing her breasts from the fabric. He saw the pale skin of her breasts, the pink aureoles and nipples peeking out.
Ruby felt her father’s fingers glide over her taut back and the smooth skin of her stomach, and it felt so good. She also felt him getting an erection. She was making her father hard.
The accidental contact with her nipples had made them instantly erect. Now, his fingers deliberately scratched the sensitive skin of her lower breasts, his thumb “accidentally” brushing over her hardened nipples. He could feel her heart racing. He had never imagined a moment like this, and he knew she hadn’t either. How had they reached this point where he wanted to touch her, and she wanted him to? It was the only explanation. He enjoyed what he was doing, and her inaction was a clear sign that she liked it, too.
He knew he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. He placed his hands on her flat stomach and moved up, cupping a breast in each hand. The nipples were hard with desire, standing proudly on the pale flesh.
Ruby glanced at her father and saw the desire in his eyes as he looked at her breasts. She should stop him now. It had gone too far, but they could still pretend if they stopped. It wasn’t too late to go back to being just father and daughter.
Yet, as she had the thought, she felt her nipples trapped between his fingers and thumbs. A soft moan escaped her lips as a shiver ran through her body. She knew it had been too late for a while. The moment they both realized their mutual desire, it was already a done deal. The instant he allowed himself to explore, the minute she failed to stop him, the point of no return was already behind them.
Ruby placed her hand on her father’s face, turning him toward her. She kissed him softly. “I love you, dad.”
George’s lips met hers. “Honey, I never… I mean, I haven’t…” Another kiss from her cut him off.
She smiled. “I know, dad. I’ve never thought of you like this either. But I do know that I’ve enjoyed what we’ve done so far, and I don’t want it to stop.” Her hand moved between his legs, finding his erection straining against his jeans. “I think you feel the same way.” His lips on hers confirmed her words. After the kiss, she saw him about to speak and placed a finger to his lips. “I’m not a child being abused by my father. I’m a grown woman who wants to make love to the one man who has always loved me, even before all this.”
George watched as she slid off his lap, stood up, and held out her hand. He took it, allowing her to pull him to his feet. Without a word, he let her lead him upstairs to her bedroom. They walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Once in the room, Ruby sank to her knees before her father. Her hands worked with practiced ease, and soon his jeans and underwear lay in a heap at his feet. She wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was already semi-hard, and as she explored him, it grew harder still. She kissed the tip and took it into her mouth, holding only the head while her hand explored the length and balls. She couldn’t help but wonder about her parents’ sex life.
She pulled away, stood, and kissed him before moving to the bed. She undressed and lay back, watching his reaction to seeing her this way. She knew she had a good body and worked hard to keep it that way. Her face was pretty, and her blonde hair shimmered with highlights. Her large breasts had prominent areolas and nipples that stood out proudly. Ruby was pleased by the hungry look in his eyes.
George saw his daughter as a very desirable woman for the first time. He took off his shirt, stepped out of his jeans and underwear, then removed his shoes and socks. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her. “I love you, but right now I want you, not as my little girl.”
Her hand closed around his hard cock. “I love you too, and I want you.” She placed her hands on either side of his head. “Dad, we don’t know what the other likes, so can we tell each other? I love having my nipples sucked.”
He moved down, and she sighed softly as his lips closed around one nipple. She took his hand and guided it to her other breast. A warm sensation spread from her nipples. As he switched between them, she absentmindedly ran her hand through his hair. “Mmm, I wish I’d had you do this a long time ago.”
After a few minutes, Ruby watched as her father positioned himself with a leg on each side of her, his cock resting in the valley between her breasts. He used his hands to squeeze her breasts together, trapping his cock. She watched him slowly fuck her breasts, the only term she could think of for the way he moved back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of its fleshy prison. She giggled as she saw just the tip of his cock peek out and then retreat. “Does Mom let you do this to her?”
He laughed. “Not a chance. She won’t let my cock anywhere near her mouth.”
“Move forward a little more,” she said.
He did, having to release her breasts to do so. When he squeezed them back together, his cock was closer to her mouth.
“Bunch the pillow behind my head,” she said.
Again, George released her breasts to arrange the pillows. Once he resumed fucking her breasts, this new position caused his cock to rub against her mouth on each forward stroke. Ruby parted her lips and accepted him as he thrust. His cock traveled back and forth between her breasts and across her mouth.
George started to pull away, but her hands pushed his hips forward, guiding his cock into her mouth and down her throat. He understood what she wanted and began to fuck her mouth.
Ruby watched her father’s face as his cock disappeared into her mouth. He was fascinated by what she was doing to him, and she loved being able to give him this pleasure. She saw a look of concern cross his face and used her hand to pull his cock out of her mouth. “Dad, has Mom ever let you cum in her mouth?” She had thought he was kidding before.
He leaned down and kissed her. “Honey, you’re the first woman whose mouth has ever been anywhere near there.”
Ruby felt a pang of anger toward her mother for not giving her husband every possible pleasure. She vowed to give her father one hell of a blowjob the first chance she got, but not this time. This time, she wanted his cock deep inside her when he got off.
She watched him move off of her, using his tongue to make a wet trail down her body. He stopped at each nipple to give it a lick, and an electric current shot through her. She really did love that.
He stopped, moving his legs between hers and his face just inches above her. He gently blew on her. “Honey, I was wondering if you would let me do something to you down there with my mouth?”
Ruby, of course, knew about oral sex, but she had never been able to get off that way. The boys just weren’t experienced enough. “You can do whatever you want, Dad.” She watched as he gently lowered his mouth. She bit her lip as she felt his tongue slide into her vagina and then out to lick her clitoris.
He started to lick and gently fuck her with his tongue. “Mmm” escaped her lips as his wet tongue continually parted her labia. “Does… does… mmm… Mom… like this… mmm?”
“No, she thinks it’s dirty.” He used his hands to spread her labia apart. “But I absolutely love to do it.” She felt him put his lips to her clit and begin to suck.
Ruby’s fingers dug into the bedsheets, a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes were closed, and she found it hard to breathe. She understood why her mom might not want to perform oral sex, but to not even try was a sign of a deeper problem. Her dad was doing this for her pleasure, with no thought of his own.
He raised his head slightly. “Do you like it?”
Did she like it? Hell yes! “It’s wonderful, Dad.”
She barely heard him whisper, “Please let me make you cum this way. Will you tell me when you do?”
What else had her mother neglected to do? Ruby was sure he wouldn’t be asking such questions if his wife had done more than just lie there.
Wrapping her legs around her father, Ruby asked, “How far can you get your tongue in me?” The surprised and delighted look on his face told her everything she needed to know. From now on, she decided, she would find out what he desired and give it to him.
She should have been furious with her mother, but as she felt her father’s tongue slide as deep as it could go, she was glad for her mother’s shortcomings. It just meant more fun for the two of them.
Encouraged by her daughter, George became a new man. His tongue, lips, and teeth licked, sucked, and nibbled every sensitive part of her. He wanted to get his tongue as deep as possible. He was everywhere at once, leaving no part untouched, no part off-limits.
Ruby could barely contain herself. She arched her back, bringing her body closer to his mouth. He drove her higher and higher. How did he know how to do that? Then she realized it wasn’t knowledge, but intense desire. He had probably fantasized about this for years and knew exactly what he would do if his wife ever changed her mind.
Her body was on fire, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. She moaned constantly, her back arching off the bed. “Dad, I’m going to cum!”
Those were the words George had longed to hear. He sped up, driving his tongue deeper, fucking his daughter with it.
Ruby exploded. An orgasm rocked her entire body. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. Her vision blurred, but a part of her brain registered that she was having the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, and he wasn’t stopping. Just as the first wave ended, another began. He was making her cum again. She screamed, her fists beating the mattress.
Sometime later, the intensity subsided, and her mind returned. Her dad had stopped, and was now doing something else that felt nice. She opened her eyes to see him licking her, not for pleasure, but to clean her. To her surprise, he was crying. Why was he crying? He raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
George smiled at her. “Thank you for giving me that, honey.”
Ruby bit her lip, thinking about how foolish her mother was. Her dad deserved better. Then a huge smile spread across her face. He deserved his daughter. “Dad, put your cock in me where it belongs.”
As he positioned himself over her, she realized she should have told him how sensitive she was after what he had just done. She braced herself for what she expected to be a forceful entry, but a soft sigh escaped her lips as his cock eased slowly inside. He wasn’t brutal, but gentle. Had he always been like this? How long had he suffered in silence? How had she been so blind?
When he was fully inside, his hard cock buried deep within her, he hadn’t caused her a single moment of pain. His face held an expression she had never seen before—not of pleasure, but of peace.
George’s eyes were closed as he felt her wrap around him. “Oh, honey, you have no idea how incredible it feels to be inside you.” He held still. “I’m not talking about sex. It feels like I belong here.”
As she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, she wondered how long it had been since he had felt truly needed. “I love you, Dad.”
She felt him pull out gently, just as he had entered. He must have been aching for release, yet he was controlling his every move. How did he do that? “Aaahhh,” she moaned as his cock slid in and out with agonizing slowness.
There was no pain, only a warm, soft feeling that spread from deep inside her. This wasn’t just sex—this was making love. He would thrust in, hold it for a few seconds, then withdraw. On the way out, he would hurry to reverse his motion just before exiting completely, as if afraid she would stop him.
Ruby choked back tears. She wouldn’t let him see her pain. She focused on his pleasure. When he was fully inside and just starting to withdraw, she would tighten her muscles, trying to suck him back in.
George pulled out and kissed her on the lips. He ran a hand through her hair, then lay down beside her. She felt him try to get her on top. She flipped onto her side, putting a leg over him. It felt odd not having him inside her since he hadn’t climaxed. She positioned herself with a leg on each side of him, guided his cock to her, and lowered herself onto him. “Umm! That feels so good, Dad.”
“Please make me cum, honey.”
She looked into his eyes and saw how much he wanted this. She began to rock back and forth, causing his cock to slide in and out. There was no need to ask if her mother ever did this.
The pace and intensity picked up. She hadn’t planned on climaxing, just enjoying the experience of being with him, but her body had other ideas. The heat from his cock inside her became scorching. As her own pleasure grew, she saw in his face that they were on a spiritual level. She had discovered what lovemaking was meant to be.
George couldn’t believe how his daughter felt inside. Her athletic body was a soft vise for his cock. Watching her full breasts bounce as they made love was hypnotic. She would toss her head back, her blonde hair catching the sunlight streaming through the window. He arched his back, driving his cock deeper.
Ruby accidentally shifted at an angle, losing her balance just as he rose up. His cock hit a new spot. “Oh shit! AAHHGG! I’m cuming, Dad!” She plunged up and down, making him go harder and deeper. Her body exploded in a full-body orgasm. She needed to go faster, harder, deeper. “Cum in me, Dad!” Her vision was a blur. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock, desperately trying to coax his release. She felt his hands on her hips, holding her down.
Suddenly, he yelled, “I’m cuming, baby!”
She felt his cock jerking deep inside her, and in her mind’s eye, she saw the hot white semen coating the inside of her. Slowly, his grip eased. His cock finally stopped pumping, and he smiled at her. She was still on top of him, but he had already begun to soften. They both lay there, catching their breath, in no hurry to move.
