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When I came into Sasha’s room to say goodnight to her, she was brushing her long, blond hair in the mirror. She was wearing was a shirt that barely covered her ass when standing. Now that she was sitting, it had ridden up and I could see her lacy black panties.
“Hi, Daddy.” She said with a smile.
“Hi yourself. I just wanted to come up and say goodnight.”
“Where’s Mom?”
“Downstairs, watching TV.”
“Close the door.”
I did as she asked, and my daughter put her brush down and closed the distance between us in seconds. Instantly our arms were around each other and our tongues in each other’s mouths.
It had been like this for a month now, ever since Sasha’s mother had gotten home. My daughter and I had become lovers while my wife was away visiting her family in Russia, and we hadn’t stopped since.
At first our rules had been simple: mouths and fingers only, no fucking. That had gone by the wayside in a wild threesome with a girl named Jessica that Sasha had met in a hotel. Since that night we tried to go back to just her sucking me off, and me licking her to climax, but more and more often we’d been slipping, and I’d been fucking her tight little pussy ragged. If there was time I’d finish in her mouth or ass, but usually we were taking each other in what few minutes we could steal. Several times I’d cum in her unprotected pussy.
Sasha got my pants undone and took me into her mouth. As she closed her soft lips around my cock and began to slide them back and forth I knew that no man had really lived until he’d watched and felt his own daughter give him head. The pure thrill, the pure sin of it was unmatched by any other sexual act.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Hurry before she misses you.”
I helped my daughter up off her knees and then laid her on her bed. I barely had those lacy panties off her before her legs opened to me and she guided me towards her. She was on her back, her snatch aimed at my cock. I was standing at the edge of the bed.
“Please hurry.” Sasha said, “I don’t want to get interrupted like last time.”
I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her soaked slit, lubricating the tip.
“You came twice last time.” I reminded her.
“Yeah, but – ah! Oh yeah, Daddy, I can feel you sliding in – you didn’t cum. I want your sperm.”
I started fucking my cock in and out of my little girl. Her pussy was soaked and so warm. She always kept it shaved bare for me. I looked down at her, at my daughter, and watched her face change shape as I slid in and out of her.
She was right, I hadn’t cum last time, or since. It had been two days and I’d been walking around feeling like I was on the edge of orgasm all that time. I’d thought about relieving the pressure myself, or enlisting my wife’s help, but somehow I’d felt like I’d owed this orgasm to my baby. I’d imagined shooting it into her mouth, but now I knew it was going to be in her hot little cunt.
“Have you been on the pill long enough yet?” I asked, knowing the answer was no. We’d only gotten the pills for her four days ago.
“I don’t care. Cum in my pussy daddy! Don’t you love me?”
“Oh yeah, baby, I love you so much. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
“Oh yeah? You like your daughter’s pussy?”
“Oh yeah, baby.”
“You like your daughter’s vagina? Are you going to cum in it?”
“Fuck baby, I’m getting so close! You’re driving me crazy!”
Suddenly Sasha’s body seized up and started thrashing around as she came, biting her hand so that she wouldn’t scream or moan loud enough for her mother to hear. In response, I started fucking her even harder, her bed creaking softly as I pounded her.
“Honey?” I heard my wife call from downstairs.
“Oh no!” Sasha said, locking her legs behind my ass and pulling me into her. “Don’t stop!”
“Baby… we’ll get… oh fuck I’m so close.”
“Finish in me, Daddy. Give it to me.” I arched my back and bit down on my teeth as my orgasm hit, and blast after blast of my seed shot into my daughter’s womb. I fired shot after shot, my semen spilling out of her snatch and onto her bedspread.
“Cum for me, Daddy.” Sasha said, her eyes locked on mine. “Fill my pussy.”
“Greg?” My wife called again.
I kissed Sasha lightly on the lips as I pulled my dripping dick out of her. I pulled my pants back on and zipped up as I went to the door.
“Thanks for the goodnight kiss, Daddy.” Sasha said.
“Night, baby.” I answered. “Coming!” I called down to my wife.
“Again?” Sasha said with a giggle.
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A couple of weeks later I woke in the early morning to hear Sasha being sick in the bathroom. I looked over at my wife, still asleep. She was breathing steadily and turned away from me. I got up as quietly as I could.
By the time I was out of bed, Sasha had made it back to her room. Her breath still smelled like mouthwash. She looked as though she’d been crying.
“Are you okay, angel?” I asked. Sasha shook her head, and came and wrapped her arms around me. I held her close, knowing what was wrong. It’s a testament to my complete lack of morality that my dick got hard anyway, tenting out my robe.
Sasha saw it, of course. She moved the robe aside with her hand and started stroking me. She giggled despite herself.
“Daddy… you’re always so hard.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
“Only for you, angel.”
“Not for Mom?”
“Usually for her, too. I’ve been pretty busy between the two of you, lately.” Anna, my wife, was a tall, slender, beautiful woman born in St. Petersburg. She had the sex drive of a cat in heat, and always had. Since Sasha and I had become lovers, there were days when I would come two, three, even four times a day. My home life seemed an endless fuck session, moving between my daughter’s bedroom and the one I shared with my wife. Luckily, both women turned me on like crazy. I wasn’t sure who had the tighter pussy, sometimes, and both got wet at the first kiss. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.