However, that was not to be, as my cock had now managed to come into full mast and was now laying pressed against my lower abdomen, and the mushroom shaped head now resting just above my navel. Another clap of thunder and Marcy trembled hard against me, causing her hand to slip down my stomach when she nearly jumped out of her skin. No, that is not what I think it is, is it? Oh, dear God, it was!
The bottom of her hand was now touching the very top of my cock as my body froze in fear. What if she realized what she was touching and jumped up in horror, running out of the room, like she had earlier that day? What would happen to our relationship then? What if she never wanted to be around me again? All these thoughts were running warp ten around in my mind but did absolutely nothing to quell the throbbing erection jutting from my loins.
I did not know what I was going to do, as I laid there like a stone, then to only compound everything, I felt her hand move down, and her fingers wrap themselves around the swollen head of my cock! I turned my head towards her as she now looked up at me with her crystal blue eyes, in the dim light coming from the hallway through the bedroom door that she never closed when she came running in.
I whispered to her, as if I thought we were trying to hide from some invisible force, “Marcy, what are you doing?”
Her face stayed glued to mine and her expression looked as if she was under some sort of trance, while her hand now traveled very slowly up and down my cock, feeling every inch of my flesh under her little fingers as she did. My God, what was happening here? I could not do the right thing and move her hand away from me, instead I just laid there while my daughter felt up my cock.
Marcy finally whispered back, “Dad, I’ve been thinking about you all day. I could not get you out of my mind. I could not get your penis out of my mind, either, because I want it. I’ve never felt desires like this before.”
I said to her, while feeling the wonderful sensations of her touch, “Baby, this is wrong. We should not be doing this, though. You’re my little girl.”
Marcy shook her head and said, “No, I’m not your little girl anymore, and you are not my real father. Yes, I have always loved you as my real father, but I know now, that love I felt was always just a little more. I never could figure out why I got mad when I heard you and Mom having sex, but now I know, it is because I wanted you for myself. I wanted to love you like a woman loves a man. Now please, love me, Dad?”
Marcy looked at me with wanton in her eyes as she continued stroking my now leaking cock. My heart melted for her. I knew this was not right, but I never wanted to see her hurting again. Marcy waited for me to respond but then took matters into her own hands and moved up over me and kissed me. I accepted her kiss and we began to kiss in earnest, growing more passionate by the moment.
When she finally pulled back, I said to her, “I love you so much, sweetie, and I always will.”
Marcy smiled as tears filled her eyes and she kissed me again, even harder than we had before. My hands now moved around her slender body, pulling her up on top of me as we made out. My palms found her small breasts and my fingers swirled around her now very erect nipples. Marcy moaned softly into our kissing as I gently massaged them into my palms.
Marcy’s legs had come to rest on the sides of my hips while we continued exploring each other’s lips and tongues, and I could feel the bulbous head of my cock now resting firming against her pantie covered crotch. When I moved my hips ever so slightly, my prick would slide up and down against her, making her squirm and moan even more.
When she backed off from kissing me, she paused and looked at me with a little bit of apprehension now, then said, “Dad, I must be honest with you, I’ve never had sexual intercourse before. I’ve kissed a few guys here and there, and gave a few blowjobs, but I never wanted to be with them intimately. I thought that I wanted to save myself for someone special, well, you are that someone special.”
With saying that, Marcy moved off me, reached down and slid her panties off, then climbed back on top of me to kiss me some more, only now instead of my flesh pushing against material, it was rubbing against her hairy warm wet pussy. If this were going to happen, I wanted her to be able to enjoy the full scale of it all, so it would always be the best memory for her, instead of how many girls end up hating their first time.
The way her little pussy was kissing the head of my cock like it was, I could have very easily pushed right inside her, but instead, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her over onto her back on the bed. Marcy looked at me wondering what I was going to do, but I let actions speak for me as I kissed her lips tenderly, then slowly kissed down her neck and around each side of her face until I reached her ear lobes.
Then I moved down across her chest until I got to her firm breasts where I kissed around her nipple. Her areola had nearly disappeared behind her very erect nipples as they were now as hard and as big as the tip of my finger. When I took one into my mouth, Marcy gasped and groaned, as she now ran her hands through my hair.
I sucked her nipple in and swirled my tongue around it then moved over to the other one while she cooed and moaned softly in the pleasure, I was giving her. Then I looked up at her and started to kiss my way down across her firm flat tummy until I reached her navel, where I dipped my tongue into it causing her to quiver and giggle a little.
Then I moved further down until I reached her hairline, where I kissed all along the edge of it. Her beautiful red pubic hair, covering her mound was the same shade as the hair on her head, and I had to pause for a moment, to take in all her gorgeous sex. Her bush was naturally thin going down in an inverted triangle until it reached the top of her puffy vulva, then ran straight down, disappearing into the crack of her ass.
Her inner labia unfolded out from her slit, like the petals on a rose, opening to the first morning sun, and her clit, that glorious, sweet looking clit, was now swollen and protruding out of its hooded covering. Marcy knew what I was about to do as she spread her legs, giving me full access to her sweetness. Her labia petals opened just slightly to reveal her small vaginal opening, which was glistening in wetness.
I moved down between her legs and started kissing all along her inner thighs until I would reach the edge of her pussy, then I would pass over it, and kiss along her other inner thigh as if to purposely tease her a little. I repeated this one more time until I heard Marcy moan in what sounded like a whine of need, so on the next pass, I open mouth kissed her labia petals and gently slipped my tongue just inside the edge of her opening.
Marcy let out a long-satisfied groan of pleasure as I tasted her sweet wetness for the first time. Her scent was just slightly musky with light overtones of lavender, no doubt from the bath soap that she used, and her fluids that were now flowing onto my tongue as it passed her opening, had a little tangy, almost salty taste. She tasted heavenly.
I pressed my mouth against her and really began to make oral love to her amazing pussy, sucking her labia into my mouth, then moving up to her clit, sucking it in and swirling my tongue around it, while her body spasmed ever so slightly. Marcy’s hands were running through my hair again, while her vocal sounds of pleasure, only increased in their audible level.
As I continued sucking her clit, I moved my hand up and slipped a finger inside her soaking wet opening. My God, she was tight inside! How would I ever get my fat prick inside her? I inverted my hand and gently curled my finger as I pushed it further inside her until I found her sweet spot. Marcy’s body spasmed hard and she groaned hard and very loud as I pushed on it ever so slightly.
I could not help but pause on her clit as I looked up into her beautiful, sweet face, which was staring back down at me, with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Marcy gasped loudly again, but managed to say, “Oh my God, Dad, what are you doing to me? That feels amazing!”
I just smiled at her and winked, then went back to gently sucking her clit as my finger, now joined by a second, began a gentle massage of her G-spot inside. Marcy threw her head back and groaned again, as her body began to tremble from the tremendous pleasure, I was giving her. In just a few short moments, her trembles went into full blown spasms as wave after wave of her climax took over her entire being. She shook and convulsed, breathing incredibly heavy then not breathing at all while she powered through her very intense orgasm.
Marcy came so hard and so violently, that she lost control of her bladder for a moment and release a strong gush of wetness along with the juices already flowing from her vaginal cavity. I drank all of her in as I removed my fingers, sinking my tongue inside her as far as it would go. She tasted so incredibly good and when she finally started to relax a little, I kissed her sweet pussy and climbed back up alongside of her.
Marcy looked at me and tears were streaming down her face, and she said, “I don’t know what power you have over my body, Dad, but that was the most intense feeling of pleasure that I have ever experienced. Oh my God!”
I just smiled and kissed her softly on the lips, then said, “I just helped you discover your innermost hot spots, sweetheart.”
She smiled and we kissed again before she said, “Will you make love to me now, Dad? I really want to feel you inside me.”
I wanted to desperately, but the smart part of my brain won out this time and I said, “No, not tonight, baby, let’s just sleep on this and see how you feel tomorrow, okay? Taking your virginity is not something to be taken lightly, and I want you to be sure.”
She looked at me a little wild eyed and said, “Oh my God, Dad, I could not be surer of this. I want you, please?”
I honestly though Marcy was going to go into a panic attack as emotional as she was becoming, to the point that I thought she would burst into tears, so I put my finger to her lips and said, “Okay, okay, shhhhhhh, okay, I will, baby, just let me see if I have a condom first.”
Marcy shook her head and said, “You don’t need a condom, Dad. I’ve been on birth control for a year now, to help regulate my periods and just in case anything even happened.”
I nodded with a smile, appreciating once more just how wise my girl had become, then began kissing her again, deeply and intimately, before moving over on top of her slender body. My cock, still rock hard and ready, slid up the inside of her thigh as we moved together, until it came to rest against her labia.
Marcy wrapped her arms around me and brought her thighs up beside my hips, giving me full access to enter her precious unexplored treasure. I reached down between us, taking my cock in hand and started to rub the head of it up and down her wetness, feeling her slick fluids lubricating me, then stopped to pause at the entrance of her womanhood.
I pulled back and looked deep into her eyes, just to get affirmation that this was really what she wanted. Marcy nodded and said, “Yes, I want you inside me more than anything.”
I pushed forward and the bulbous head of my prick slipped tightly inside her opening until it met her maidenhead. Marcy’s eyes got big again as she gasped from the sudden invasion. I paused again just to make perfectly sure this was what she wanted, but again, she nodded, grabbed my hips and tugged at me to continue.
I knew this was going to hurt her, but I had to get through, so I pushed hard into her about a third of the way inside her, breaking through her hymen and paused. Marcy winced and gasped in pain, saying through her painful breaths, “Oh God, that really hurt, Dad! Give me moment, okay?”
That was my intention as I stayed perfectly still inside Marcy’s extremely tight canal, feeling her warmth wrapping itself so wonderfully around me. Her breathing seem to relax a little and the pain in her face began to dissipate, as her body began to get used to my thickness in her, but just like pulling a bandage off, I knew she still had the rest of the way to go, and that was now, as I shoved my hardness the rest of the way inside her, until the head pressed against her cervix, coming to rest against the very back wall of her tight cunt.
Marcy cried out, and gasped for air again, her fingernails digging deep into my back and holding on to me, while her legs wrapped themselves so naturally around me, as if to lock me into her. I kissed the sides of her neck and cheeks to try and soothe her the best I could, knowing that I had just taken my little girl’s virginity.
Marcy manages to say through her gasps, “It hurts but feels so amazing at the same time!”
I gave her a few more moments before I started to withdraw a little and push back in, moving in short slow strokes for a bit before I lengthened them. Marcy began to moan in pleasure again, as I slid in and out of her tight passage, my strokes getting longer and deeper into her. She was beginning to shake under me as her body writhed and moved in time with each of my thrusts, pushing her pubic mound up into me with each inward movement.
Marcy’s mouth and eyes shot open wide in the next moment, as another orgasm ripped through her tender body. I could no longer hold back my own climax as the sensation of her insides spasming on me, just pushed me over the edge of no return, so I pushed back inside her and roared out my pleasure as I began to release stream after stream of my hot cream deep into her heavenly pussy.
I could still feel her shaking under me as we both began to relax a little, but I knew right away it was not from her orgasm as I looked down into her face. She was in tears, and was trying desperately to hold back her sobs, but when I pulled her close to me to comfort her, she just let go, as if a large dam of emotions had been held back for an exceptionally long time.
I quickly moved off her, pulling my still half hard cock out of her tender pussy, as I did, slid up beside her and took her into my arms as she buried her face into my chest, still letting every pent-up emotion run wild and rampant out of her. All I could do was rock her a little back and forth, hoping that she would find her peace soon, just as I did when I comforted her after her Grandparents died, and just like I did after her mom left us. I always wanted to be there to give my baby girl all the love and comfort she would ever need.
Marcy finally stopped crying after a brief time, but we continued to just lay there for a better part of a half hour afterwards, just holding her close and listening to her breathe and watch her twirl her fingers in my chest hair.
She finally looked up at me and smiled, then said, “Thank you so much for making love to me like you did, and for always being there when I’ve needed you, Dad. I love you.”
I squeezed her into me and said, “I love you, too, sweetheart, and thank you for trusting me to be your first experience.”
Marcy looked up at me again, and grinned a most devilish grin and said, “I can’t wait to do it with you again.”
She giggled and I laughed and rolled my eyes at her a little, saying, “Uh oh, did I turn you into a little nympho already?”
She nodded and said with that same naughty grin, “Now I see why Mom was always after you for sex. Your thing is like magic inside, you know? Just makes us want more and more.”
We laughed together and I said, “You are too much, girl, now how about we get some sleep so we can get up tomorrow to get ready for your pool party?”
Her eyes widened and she said, “Oh my gosh, I almost forgot! I will probably have to clean the pool again from that damn storm. Oh well, so when can we have sex again?”
She looked at me and winked giving me her little impish smile that she was so good at, and I just laughed again, “Not tonight, now let’s get some sleep.”
She pretended to pout, and I reached over and pinched her butt, just for general purpose. She let out a squeal of laughter and tried to dodge another one, but she was not able to escape my clutches as I pulled her close into me again. She smiled and blinked her eyes to soften me up, but that was not needed, my heart was already soft for her, in fact it was now complete mush as I nuzzled her and kissed her lips softly.
We finally managed to fall asleep, after laying there for a bit snuggling each other, her slender body never leaving my side until the morning sunrays began filtering through the window blinds. I woke up first and just laid there looking at my sweet angel, her gorgeous red hair, a flowing mess across the pillow as she softly snored.
Her lips looked pouty as she breathed, and I had to fight off the urge to kiss her for fear of waking the beast. My sweet Marcy was not a morning person, and many times I just waited until she said something to me first after the two of us jockeyed for position in the kitchen to get coffee and breakfast and after the sweet love we shared the night before, I wanted an even better morning to start off the day right.
So, just to be safe, I slowly slid out of bed, threw on my robe, and headed out to the kitchen, quietly closing the bedroom door behind me. I made a pot of coffee, then started some bacon in the skillet and made some French toast on the griddle. Just as I was finishing, Marcy came slinking in with her head down, her eyes hidden behind her wild hair.
She was carrying my bed sheets in her arms and headed right past me and straight into the laundry room. I heard her in the loading the washer, and then turn it on. I was taking the bacon out of the skillet, when she came out of the laundry room, right over to me as I turned, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging as tight against me as she could.
She then looked up at me with a pout and said, “Why didn’t you wake me up? I woke up and you were gone, and I got very lonely.”
I grinned and gave her a peck on the lips and said, “Well somebody had to make breakfast, beside you were snoring so loud I thought the neighbor was out there sawing up the trees.”
I started to laugh, and she looked at me with a half grin, playfully hit me in the chest and said, “I do NOT snore.”
I laughed harder and moved her gently aside, to finish putting our breakfast on the table, then got us both a cup of coffee while she sank into the chair, picking at the cooked bacon and then eating a piece.
She said without looking up, “Um, I had to take the sheets off your bed, Dad, there was some blood on them. I’m sorry, I hope it comes out.”
“No worries, sweetheart, they are just sheets,” I said to her.
She nodded her head without looking up from her plate as she started to eat. Time was always on my side as I started eating and waiting for her to come out of her morning fog. After we ate and finished off our coffee, Marcy started come alive again and she seemed to be in great spirits, ready to take on the day.
I asked her, “Marcy, how do you feel this morning after us being together like that last night?”
She looked down at the table for a moment and I could see a grin forming on her face before she looked back up at me and said, “Physically, I am really sore down there, but emotionally, I feel amazing, almost like a burden has been lifted from me.”
“So, you don’t regret it then,” I asked as I sipped my coffee.
Marcy shook her head, put her hand on mine, looking directly into my eyes and said, “Oh my gosh, no! You were so wonderful with me, so patient, and so loving, how could I ever regret it, Dad?”
Marcy’s eyes started to glisten as they started to fill, so I took both of her hands into mine and said, “I just wanted to be sure, okay? The love we made was beautiful, but to society, it was taboo, but I am more than okay with it, if we are together, and you never have any regrets about it. I love you.”
