The story has been hanging around in my folders for a little while and I have just finished it.

Constructive criticism appreciated.

*Ktsssk- The Ice cold beer can sounded heavenly as my fingers made quick work of opening it. Leaning back on the coach I sipped the cold one and flicked through the TV channels, ready to dull my senses. It had been an exceptionally hard week at work; well I say it was “hard” but more mentally then physically. I had withdrawn from the forces- after my daughter’s mother left us- so I could take care of my little girl. Since then I had been through lots of rehab so I could become a “normal” civvy and working as a consultant to private security firms in the local city. So this week had entailed a lot of detailed paper work, route planning, reconnaissance, briefing, re-briefing. All in all a lot of time wasting because no plan survives contact but poor preparation produces poor performance.

*sips*. Kicking my feet up onto the coffee table I slumped further into the cushions and internally chuckled at the comedian talking about fingering donuts. Looking at the fat bastard on the TV made me self-conscious; that my paper pushing had gotten the better of me; I tapped my stomach and tried to pinch some fat. Nope. Still lean and fighting fit. The years had been kind of kind to me, I suppose; I only had a couple of greys, was still in good shape, not bad looking- according to my daughters teachers. Though I still creaked and cracked when moving slow and had more than my fair share of scar tissue to go around, as well as my grizzled, weather beaten, hands.

My mind went blank as I continued sipping the beer and killing brain cells. I hadn’t fully registered the knocking around upstairs and general footsteps going from one side of the room upstairs to the other.

“Dad!” My daughter yelled down to me in a way only a daughter can.

I did what any responsible parent would do in the situation and ignored it.

“Daaaaaad!” That dragged out pronunciation sent a shiver down my spine in disgust. And she knew it.

“Yeah?” I call back before sipping the beer.

What followed was the incomprehensible language of someone trying to have a one sided conversation with someone else through a floor and couple of walls.

Sighing I lifted myself out of the sofa, with great effort, and trudged my way upstairs too shuffle into my daughters room. It was a state. I had seen bomb craters look tidier and more organised then this.

“Christ almighty Nat! This place is a mess..” Nat was looking at me from the other side of the room with a big grin on her face and a black dress which she only wore when she was going someplace with her friends.

“Yeah I couldn’t find my heels, but then I remembered they are on the top of my wardrobe and I can’t reach them” She pointed at the top of the bare wooden case- I think it was an early carpentry attempt of mine.

I took then hint and tiptoed my way over and around varying garments of clothing, which included some very small thongs to socks and wranglers. I muttered under my breathe that Nat was a short ass, which she heard and gave me a devils glare for. “here ya go short ass” I said with a taunting grin.

“5’ 4 is not short! Bloody sasquatch”. We loved jibbing at each other; her wit was good which made her formidable to argue with if un-practiced. To be fair she wasn’t that short for her age and was developing into an eye wateringly good looking lady, with curves in all the right places, beautiful full chestnut brown hair, with doe shaped eyes to match, she was a sight for saw eyes.

“Pfft” I rolled my eyes at her as she whipped open the box to pull her black heels out. “Where you off to tonight anyway?” I asked with a bit of curiosity and worry in my voice. I wasn’t overly concerned but the last 6 months she had been going to various parties and had come back in a variety of states, nothing awful but nothing great either.

“Jens parents are out of town so she’s having a small house party, just friends from school and that. I should be back by 12 anyway” she wasn’t looking at me when she spoke but I didn’t hear a hidden motive in her voice, she knew better than to lie to me outright and I believed she would be back by 12.

“That’s the Dawson’s place right? That’s a couple Klick’s away, how you getting there and back?”

“Jens sister is running taxi and DD tonight she is meant to be giving us lifts around” She murmured the last bit whilst applying lipstick.

Nat seemed genuine and hadn’t given me to much of a reason to not trust her in the past so I took her word for it and admired my girl before edging my way out the room. “Well you’ve got your cell right? You can call any time if you need me; leave it on loud so I can call you. You know the rules”. I poked my head around the door before leaving “And take it easy on the beers eh?”. I chuckled slightly remembering the last time she had had a bit too much beer.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know”

That’s all I needed I was kinda hoping she would be gone a little while so I could watch some porn and beat one out while drinking beer. Being a single parent and working full time didn’t lend itself to romantic relationships easily, the last time I was able to get some pussy was when I had to stay overnight in a city hotel with a spicy woman from another consulting outfit.

I thudded my way down the stairs wondering how I ever managed to stay quiet on night ops before flicking through the TV guide. Straight up to the high numbered channels I was pleased to see I still had them and they were still available to me for later, I flicked back to the comedian in case Nat came downstairs. The Cheshire Cat couldn’t of grinned bigger than me as I finished off my beer and went to the kitchen for some lazy leftovers for a lazy evening.

As the microwave spun round re-heating a couple burgers and ribs my mind wondered to the pants and bras I had seen on Nat’s floor. They didn’t have polar bears or polka dots on them; they were lacy and string with small red bows. Did this mean she was all grown up? I don’t remember having a sex talk with her either? Did she already know about sex? Had she already had sex? Did she have contraception pills?

*Ping*

As I chewed through the food I thought that I might just have to have a small parental snoop through her room, just to stay ahead of the curve or at least not so far behind that I get blindsided. The comedic channels rolled on as did the beers, I was full from left over BBQ and feeling a little lethargic from the alcohol but Nat’s voice woke me up.

“I’m out da, I will catch you later, love you” she was obviously in a bit of a rush.

“Alright bab-“The door cut me off as it slammed shut. Ah well, she was a good girl and had never given me too much cause for concern. Plus I had shown her how to do various choke holds, throw all the punches, disarm and shoot to kill. She could handle herself, which meant I worried less.

But a little Intel never hurt.

My back creaked a little as I lifted myself out of the sofa, yet again, and trudged my way up to Nat’s room. She was long gone now and off to have fun. My senses sharpened up as I stood with my back to the wall and gently swung the door open. No noises, no crashes, no bangs. Clear for entry. The room was markedly tidier compared to earlier, I guess she didn’t want to fall over anything if she came back after too much to drink. Doing a quick glance around the room I went for the obvious bed side table, it seemed like the go to thing for some reason. The top draw was filled with random bits of paper and shit that had been swiped off the top of the unit. Bellow that was a small cupboard, the top shelf was useful; Nat was up to date with her contraceptive pill which was good. I carefully placed everything back how I found it. The very bottom was a little more un-interesting but there was a small black makeup-bag, I hesitated but picked it up anyway. It was quite light and had a hard backing which didn’t reveal the size or shape of what was inside, I carefully unzipped it so my oversized fingers didn’t break the comparably tiny zipper. Well I wasn’t surprised but I kind of was. There was a small silver vibrator shaped like a bullet, some kind of pleasure balm and a small bottle of lubricant. All in all it was pretty tame. Thank fuck. But my mind still flashed the thought of her using these while I was in the house; it was kind of a numb feeling of displacement or suppression? Either way I shook it off and put it all back to carry on my quest.

I ran my hand under the pillows then between the headboard of the bed and the mattress, nothing jumped out at me. Getting on my hands and knees I looked under the bed, the floor boards were a little dusty from lack of movement/ cleaning, again nothing out of the ordinary; some old clothes, photo album, shoe boxes filled with memorabilia etc. The rest of the room was very much the same, the only things that gave a slight hint to Nat’s sexual advancement was an old porno mag of mine and an erotica book. There were a few items of extremely small underwear, like G-strings and bra’s made solely of lace, but this was to be expected of a growing girl… or lady.. or whatever the hell kind of phase she was in. But my mind was laid to rest.

My feet sounded heavy as the thumped down the stairs again; maybe Nat hadn’t reached any sort of sexual level yet? She obviously knew a little about it but had never brought boys over, or girls, or been out for dates or, well , anything. Maybe she will eventually but I didn’t want the excess blood pressure so I wouldn’t pry anymore.

*Ktsssk. The TV guide was open and a XXX channel was on, my mind was blank as I watched the big titted blonde play with her pink nipples as she licked her lips. My cock twitched behind the zipper of my jeans as I sipped beer and watched her gyrate her hips back and forth. Her fingers were getting rough with her nipples as she got more into the act, you could see her face blush rose pink as her fingers began to caress her hip bones. The contrast was what turned her on; one hand was squeezing her plump tit tightly, pinching her nipples and twisting them, she enjoyed this little pain you could see it in the way she bit her bottom lip. But the other hands finger would gently trace her panty line, circle her hip bone and the stroke down the edge of her thigh, this was the gentle tease she needed to start the build for a good climax.

As I watched I artfully unzipped my jeans and flopped my semi erect cock out, all while holding and sipping my beer with the other hand. The blonde was up now and stood in-front of the camera, she turned around to show off her G-string munching ass. I was mesmerised at how it jiggled when she moved, she hooked a thumb under each side of the waist band and slowly pulled them down. Hinging at the waist as she pulled the waist band down her milky white thighs, I watched as the crotched pinged out from her ass to catch up. When the pants were gone she reached up and spread those gorgeous soft cheeks wide to show off her bleached pink asshole. My cock was hard as rock.

That beautiful little star twitched in front of the camera so anyone watching could see how well it’d stretch to accommodate a hard cock. As Blondie bent further forwards and shuffled her legs apart you could she her pussy dripping, her fingers reached out and parted her tight muffin shaped lips. Her ass twitched again and contracted her pussy at the same time so her glistening juices dripped out in a viscous drop, which clung to her inviting hole by a fine strand of the same.

Her hands let go and everything was shut away by those milky white cheeks of fuckable softness.

I watched a bit more, she spanked herself, but the act was coming to an end and I think I had watched the best bit. A few more shows came to pass over my screen as the hours went passed. In the end I had ran out of beer and my cocked wanted the real thing, not my own hand. It wanted Blondie bent over the kitchen table, with her legs spread far and wide, so I could put every inch up that little ass.

*Thudthudthud-thud*

The door? The TV said the time was a shade past 11pm, who the fuck was knocking this time of night? I was obviously a little drunk as I was slow to think that Nat said she would be back before 12, but she was usually back just after 12 not almost an hour before 12. I slipped my cock away and zippered up as I walked to the door, I was a little on guard- old habits die hard-and was carful when opening the door so as not to leave myself fully exposed.

“Jimmy?” A roughly 5’ 11”, age hardened, Sherriff was stood at the door. Fuck.

“Evenin’ Coll. How’s it going?” He asked very casually.

I opened the door fully; I had known Jimmy a while now and would consider him a good friend, hell we had shared more than a few BBQ’s and beers over the last decade. “Yeah not to bad man, you gotta call out?” I laughed a little and nodded back inside “I didn’t think the music was that loud?”.

Jimmy smiled a little “Yeah I gotta call out alright, but not to this place…” he trailed off.

I got a little more serious as there was obviously a reason why he was here. “What occurring Jim?” I asked bluntly and he knew not to beat around the bush but to try get it all straight.

“Is Nat in tonight?” He was looking over my shoulder before back at me.

“Nat? No she went to a party up the road, left a few hours ago, didn’t see who picked her up though..” Christ I hope that girl hasn’t fucked up badly.

“Well shit” Jim paused before spitting on the grass next to the porch. “I got a couple calls about a house party getting a little out of hand, but the last call was from some drunken prick from the party swearing about how some girl matching Nat’s de***********ion had sucker punched him…”

I sighed in exasperation, Nat was quick to punch- particularly when drunk- we had often play fought when she was younger. “Mind giving me a lift?”

“That’s why I’m here, figured if it was Nat you’re the best person to pick her up” Jim smiled at me, the way mates do when they have a unspoken, mutual, understanding.

I got my boots on and we were in the squad car going the speed limit with lights off, Jimmy broke the silence with a little talk for the small ride. “I figured you’d of had a couple beers tonight so I didn’t bother calling, I’d rather not have to tow your truck out of someone’s yard’.

“Thanks Jim, it’s always appreciated, if you need anything after this just give me a shout”. I didn’t want to talk too much but I would put the offer out there before we got to the party so as to make sure Jim looked the other way as I got Nat.

We stopped short of the house and Jim turned to me. “Coll, I don’t want to write anything up which has you or Nat’s name tied to it. But I’ve got to shut the music off. It sounds like it’s pretty big so I’m gonna call the deputies which gives you around 15 to get Nat out of there and back here so I can drive you two home before coming back”.

I checked my watch. “So I got 7 to grab and go?”

Jim laughed “I will get this turned around, but I can’t park it outside the front door without being obliged to go in, I’m giving as much as I

can here bud”.

“Thanks Jim, I will be quick”.

I left and shut the door I wasn’t 10 paces away before I heard with distant crackle of his radio.

The house was a mess. 3 people were passed out on the lawn, plastic cups and bottles were everywhere, the music made the windows shake. 6 minutes 32 seconds remaining. There were a couple of teens making out on the porch, a few smoking pot, a couple chatting. Inside was crammed. There were lots of girls in short skirts with boy’s hands up them but there wasn’t a boy with a busted face. The music was insanely loud; it was a miracle these kids even attempted to talk to each other. Shoving my way through the crowd I did a quick sweep of the living room and kitchen, nothing; all the other doors were locked. 4 minutes left on the clock I was like a wrecking ball through the crowd to get up the stairs, my shoulder was initial contact with the doors. Nothing subtle here, I was on a timer. Couple of doors were locked, the bathroom had; a girl passed out on the floor, two bodies in the tub, one hugging porcelain, none of them Nat.

Maybe I was in the wrong house? Maybe Jim had the wrong one and I was running in circles for nothing? That’s when the track was changing over and I heard the cursing and banging. Queue wrecking ball mode. Down the hall and around a corner there was- now affectionately known: Fatlip- banging on a door.

“You dumb cunt! I called the police! You fucking cunt!”.

I felt no sympathy for what I did to him. But his head did make a very satisfying thud as it kissed the door. The party in the hall made a swift circle of space as I slammed my boot heel by the lock of the door. The catch and bolt splintered through the door frame like it was made of dust and I was inside, time was running low quick.

I didn’t hesitate. I ran up to the bed and scooped the body, reassembling Nat, up into my arms and rushed out of the house. No one stopped me, Fatlip-with-lumpy-head snored as we passed, and everyone outside the door apparently didn’t seem to care. Jim still had the engine running and the back door to the car was open. As soon as it was closed we were moving.

Nat was pissed as a skunk, dribbling a little from the corner of her mouth; she made no movement other than breathing while I checked her heart rate and mouth for obstructions. Jim made quick work of driving back and definitely didn’t keep to the speed limits this time. I laid Nat on the wooden porch floor boards before speaking to Jim through the driver’s window.

“Thanks for that bud, I owe you one” I said to Jim between breathes.

“Don’t worry about it man, what’s it like in there anyway? You alright? Sound a bit out of breathe” he chuckled while watching me gasp for air.

“You’re in for a busy night mate” I replied straight faced but a cough broke it” maybe I ought to hit the gym” I laughed back at him a little.

“Well shit. Better get back to it. I will catch up with soon Coll, might call in a favour some point”. With that he was off, lights and sirens, his car tyres skidded around the next couple of corners as he made it back to the party.

My heart was jacked from the running around, I had a cold sweat on my forehead from the beer and how hot that fucking house was. Just like old times, it had happened so fast that I could barely remember what happened, like a lucid dream. But it was over and now I stood empty outside my house with what felt like an endless space of emptiness around me.

Snap too

I turned back around and there was my little girl, snoring a little, with her head resting on the door mat, dress hitched up a bit and shoes half off.

“Fuck sakes Nat” I couldn’t help but smile at her, I was pissed that she got herself into this state and was upset that she’s lost a bit of my trust. But fuck, I love her and she’s alright. “Come on then..”.

With a bit more care and attention I picked Nat up and shuffled her into the house. I was lucky she only weighed about 55kg clothes on and wet, otherwise I wouldn’t of been able to hold her and handle the doors.

I dropped her gently onto her bed where she squirmed a little and gurgled words at me which resembled: dad, sorry, drunk, beer, boy. I kept my straight face trying not to laugh at her.

“Don’t worry about it baby, we will talk in the morning, I will just get you a glass of water”. That and the beer was making me in need of a desperate piss. She made a bit more movement as I left but she was in no way able to stand.

My cock was still in a semi state as I pissed, I guess all those short skirts left an imprint on my mind. I took a minute to crack the bathroom window open and take in the still night air, it was a gorgeous summers night. It took a few seconds for the tap water to run cold but eventually it filled the pint glass which began to drip with condensation. The floor boards creaked in the usual spots as my heavy feet thudded over to Nat’s room, I could hear her shuffling around a bit.

Nat was sat on the edge of the bed lent forwards to the floor trying to undo the clasps on her heals, she was gurgling more nonsensical words “-uckin’ he..als. DAmN roooom spi-spin-ning….”

Looking at the mess of which was my daughter, I felt proud of her determination, as well as amusement for her struggle. “Come on baby, let me give you a hand”.

She looked up at me as I put the glass down on her bedside table, then abruptly sat up to fall backwards on the bed, mumbling about head rush.

Taking a knee at her feet I carefully cupped the back of her calf in my hand to raise her captive foot up so my other could take the dreaded heal off. Her leg was soft and silky from where she had taken time to shave and moisturise it, her skin felt like silk in my rough hands, I found myself unconsciously caressing it with my thumb while I removed her shoe. As I went to do the same for the other leg I noticed that Nat had moved the leg I was just on away from me, spreading her legs apart subtly and shimmying her bum down the bed a bit so her dress rid up. I tried to not pay attention to how much of her thighs where exposed, they were currently squashed together by the bed but it wouldn’t take much more spreading to show off more.

For one reason or another I felt my heart rate go up like a school boy round a pretty girl, as I did the same to the other leg. I honestly don’t know why but I gently stroked her calf muscle this time, really savouring the feeling of that supple skin. Nat’s breathe caught and she sighed a small moan as my fingers stroked high behind her knee. Gulping, I made sure to bring my hand back down and remove the last shoe, before standing with both so I could put them back in the shoe box.

As I put the box back where I had previously retrieved it from, on top of the wardrobe, Nat sat up and began flailing her hand behind her back to get the zip of her dress “Da, c-could. You hel-help pleas-?”

“course baby” I said a few octaves higher than normal as I walked around to face her.

Nat stopped flailing her hand around and instead gently grasped her beautiful, shoulder length, chocolate brown hair and pulled it on top of her head so it was out of the way for me. Stepping forward I reached around with both hands to hold the top of the dress still and to pull the zip down, my heart was beating in my throat- since when was I so nervous about being around my daughter like this?

I began to gently pull the zipper down and almost jumped out of my skin when her forehead rested against my belly button, her hand still holding her hair up as she nuzzled against me. The zip went to its extent half way down her spine; my thumb gently traced her skin back up and past her bra strap to the back of her neck.

“mmmm..” I’d heard her make the same noise eating chocolate after having a craving for it. She slowly rose to her feet, keeping her head close to my body.

I felt her breathe through my shirt as she continued to nuzzle the bottom of my sternum. She must have been able to feel my heart beating as I raise my head and shut my eyes, my hearing increased slightly. Nat gently moved around while keeping her head close to me; I heard the fabric of her dress fall to the floor and felt it go over my toes.

My eyes were tightly shut and my body still, trying to not move.

“Neeeed m-more help” Nat’s voice whispered into me as her hand gently took mine and placed it on her back.

“I should go back to my room now sweetie..” my voice was hushed and broken, the voice of a man trying to resist every urge.

“just- just the bra..” her voice clear but gentle and inviting.

My hand traced up the supple skin on her slender back to the bra clasp. Nat’s breathe caught again as my finger went over the sensitive areas of skin on her spine. My eyes were still closed and head held high as my thumb and index finger pinched each side of the strap together and effortlessly flicked it apart.

Nat’s shoulders shrugged and her bra fell to my feet.

Her arms gently wrapped around my waist as she hugged close to my body. My cock twitched slightly as I felt those two gorgeous 34C breasts pressed against me, their stiff nipples so firm and purt that it felt like there was no shirt between us.

“I’ve gotta go now baby..” I gave her a quick squeeze before gently removing her arms and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Eyes firmly closed as I turned around and shuffled out of the room.

I felt for the door handle and gently closed the squeaky hinged door behind me, exhaling I realised I had held my breath for my departure. In truth I was disappointed in myself for the feeling of wanting, I could of easily got my cock wet in there. And I really wanted to. But I put the thought out of my mind as my cock twitched to its semi state and went to my bedroom.

The sheets felt cold and refreshing against my warm skin, I never slept with a stich on and tonight- or morning now- would be no exception. Felling drained; I laid back and flicked the lamp off next to my bed, feeling the soft, cool, cotton sheets caress my weary body into a daze. Time passed, I’m not sure how much, as I drifted between REM sleep and lying awake with my eyes closed, the beer had really taken its effect now and I felt dizzy. With my brain crackling and swirling I almost missed the distinctive sound of Nat’s door opening, maybe she needed to throw up in the bathroom? Her footsteps were soft and well experienced at finding the least creaky boards on the landing. But still faltered in her current state of intoxication. She didn’t need the bathroom. The click of my bedroom door handle made my breathing freeze, her feet tried to softly creep inside and I heard the bedroom door close again before she stepped closer to my bed.

“Daddy, I ca-cannn’t sleepss” Nat’s voice was soft and slurred, she could be sleep walking for all she knew.

My breathing resumed for my reply: “You’re getting a bit old to be in my bed, baby”.

“Pleaaase daddyyy, I just ne-neeeds the comp-any”.

I cracked an eye open to see her shadow slightly swaying, in this light with my eyes fogged I had no idea if she was dressed or not “Jump in on the other side then”.

Maybe she would just stay on the other side of the bed and I wouldn’t need to worry about her trying anything again? Nat’s feet patted down to the bottom of the bed and I felt the mattress shift as she climbed under the sheet and up the middle of the bed. I felt the bare skin of her back against my arm as she curled up into a relaxed foetal position against me. All the air left my body as I relaxed thinking that Nat probably wouldn’t try anything else, though, like a moth to a flame I was drawn to her soft skin. Her back was so smooth and supple against my arm I couldn’t help but roll over, still keeping a distance between us I was effectively a ‘Big spoon’. There was no bra strap in the way as my; twisted, age hardened thumbs and fingers stroked up and down her supple skin. Gently caressing up Nat’s ribs and shoulders to stroke down her spine to the small of her back, I would then stretch out my hand so it’s full palm spread could lightly rub back up the same circuit. Nat’s breathe caught as she woke from my touch, but didn’t say anything, just arching her back slightly as I brushed against the sensitive parts of her lower spine. I felt like I was in years gone passed doing it to her mother as we lay on top of the sheets in the early morning after rampant sex, which had started hours before and only just finished.

My hands continued to caress and stroke Nat’s shoulders as my eyelids became heavy, I almost didn’t feel her hand slide over to gently kneed my thigh. Those gentle fingers carefully but confidently going towards my semi erect cock, finding the base of my shaft, her warm hand stretching out and closing around me.

Lots of; interesting, complicated, diverse, hard, easy, small, big and confusing, situations had come my way over the years. Each one I took a deliberate step in the direction I thought was least wrong- at the time. It had made me a good leader in combat situations, a good friend to those who needed me and I had hoped- at least till this point- a good farther.

“Baby, you should go back to your room now”. My voice came out flat and un emotional, but held authority.

Her hand didn’t stop though. Slowly pumping my cock to full hardness, even though my hands had stopped moving. The feeling of her soft hand pumping me felt fucking amazing, it felt like a life time since someone else had touched my cock.

“Nat, you need to stop now. This shouldn’t happen”.

She carried on.

Every ounce of Will power I had left went into my hand death gripping her wrist to make her stop. Despite how much I wanted her to continue I needed her to stop so I could still look at her the same way I always had done.

Not a word was spoken, defying me through voice was too easy, Nat wanted this to be more than words and her actions spoke more words than any debate on the taboo which lay before me.

The slender but well-shaped hips I had watch grow smoothly bucked back towards me, and before I could think, the tip of my cock was nestled on Nat’s pussy lips, now firmly clammed between her thighs for good measure.

“Pleasssse Daddy” her voice huskily whispered out as she began to slowly grind her hips, trying to force my grip off her wrist and to allow her to engulf more of my cock between her legs.

The sweat forming on the inside of Nat’s thighs lubricated them enough to increase the pleasure and soon my little Will power had be ground down to nothing. My hand released her wrist and came to rest on her waist line to flow with the lucid movement of her body. I grunted in pleasure as her petite ass bucked back firmly against my pelvis squeezing the pre cum from my shaft and onto her supple skin. Nat would use it as lubrication so she could tense and tighten her thighs grip around me, increasing my pleasure so much that I even began to move my hips with hers.

Instead of stopping this fire of taboo lust between us I let it continue, and just like a wild fire it was too late to just put out. Blood had swelled my cock to maximum capacity while Nat’s supple thighs worked along my shaft, as her fingers pinched her own nipples. As her movement became more frantic and hard, I could feel her want more. Those soft pussy lips were soon rubbing along the shaft of my cock, the combination of Nat’s thrusting and the width of my cock spread her pussy lips so I could feel her juices glaze my length.

“Daddy, please.. I want mooore..” Our thrusts had become deeper and harder, her breathing was shallow making her voice rasp out into the darkness.

Sweat smeared between that supple ass of her’s and my pelvis as I shimmied lower down the bed so my cock was angled for entry. Nat’s lips spread eagerly to accommodate my head which greedily dripped precum in-between them and around her pussy hole, begging to be able to go deep inside. A feeling of ecstasy filled every ounce of my Being as my cock slid into that tight wet hole; Natalie’s juices drowned my length. Inch by inch I delved into her until her ass was sat firmly against me, my hand on her waist gripped firmly and pulled her down lower to get deeper, but only achieved pressing more of her cum around the base of my shaft.

“Ohhhhh- god” Natalie moaned out in pleasure as my cock slowly slid out, till the tip, of her dripping hole.

My hips moved forwards her juices smeared down my length, as Nat’s tight hole gently caressed my foreskin backwards. The deeper I got, the higher pitched her moan became. Thoughts beyond what was in front of me became extinct, like worldwide blinkers; I could only focus on getting my rhythm right so I could fuck the girl in front of me.

My hips found their rhythm and my cock began to pump in and out of the; gorgeous, tight, hole of my daughter. Grunting; I picked up speed as Nat’s pussy squelched, her breathe catching in her moans every time the full length of my shaft penetrated her. Exhaling onto Nat’s shoulders I could feel my balls twitching and the base of my cock swelling, I was going to cum and hard.

“Do it daddy, cum in me” Nat moaned out as I pounded her.

I don’t know why but I treated Nat just like I did her mother before and slipped my cock from her dripping cunt. Nat exhaled in exasperation “I w-was so closeee…” She panted at me.

Gripping the shaft of my swollen cock I directed the tip up to her as to feel her tight little hole twitch and clench around the tip of my dripping cock. Nat hesitated a little but began gently grinding to feel my tip tease a little into her clenching hole. I doubt she was going to take my girth into her ass and didn’t pressure it. Like wrestling a “suspect” I man handled Nat’s petite frame and flipped her onto her back with my mass spreading her legs wide.

Her hungry eyes looked up at me, hazy from alcohol; I could smell the lust dripping from her body which just begged to be fucked hard. Cock in hand I dragged my tip from the top of her clit and between her lips, down to her ass and back up again. Each time I split her lips open as my tip slid into her entrance a small moan escaped her mouth. I couldn’t take much more; my balls ached from swinging a full load around so much, as I drew my cock back down I slid more into her pussy making her gasp. With the tip inside I leaned forward and drove my length into her, Nat squealed and arched her back. With my cock once again sloppily thrusting in and out of her wet cunt Nat began to play with both of her nipples, I watched eagerly as her fingers roughly twisted them.

“O-oh god! Yes the-there!” Nat screamed as my tip slammed her G-spot, sending her cunt into spasms.

I gently slid a rough hand up to Nat’s neck, if she was anything like her mother was then she would definitely enjoy a bit more “rough”. My hand cupped around Nat neck as my thumbs caressed her Tracheal rings and thyroid, I gently applied pressure to limit her air. In turn Nat’s pussy clenched harder as I fucked her.

Nat gasped and moaned against my light grip as she came, her cunt squeezed tight against me as I forced my cock into her spasming pussy. Her back arched against the bed as she finally let go, I could feel her squirt against me, the hot liquid splashing against my thrusting pelvis was too much and my cock swelled beyond the point of no return.

Grunting my cock twitched and swelled to shoot cum into Nat dripping pussy, I had to release her neck to keep myself upright as her cunt milked me dry.

A wave of realisation slapped me across the face as I rolled off my daughter and onto my back beside her. I looked over at Nat to get a sense of her, she didn’t seem to care, her hands had drifted from her stiffened nipples and down to her crotch. I didn’t understand what she was doing but soon found out. As her hand raise up into the warm summer air I saw my cum glisten off her fingers in the moon light. It was as if she was mesmerised by how the viscous seed dripped down her fingers and hand, bringing it closer to her face I watched as she licked it from her hand and fingers. Daintily she licks each strand and drip into her mouth as if it was icing off a cake or melted chocolate off a spoon.

Nat did this for some time before she unsteadily leaned up and rolled towards me, I couldn’t read what she was doing but she laid on her stomach at my waist, looking at my placid cock. She propped herself up and leaned forward kissing the base of my shaft, smearing the cocktail of cum on her lips and face as she worked her way up. I could see our juices glistening around her mouth as she slowly sucked my limp cock all into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me.

I rested my head back and enjoyed the feeling, dazed and glad my balls were finally empty. Nat’s body shifted and the bed bounced as she scooted off, she walked out of the room, her full ass jiggling while beads of sweat dripped down her curved back.

It didn’t take long for sleep to overcome me.

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